Neapolitan (part 2)
Author: eponinesghost (EppieG)
Title: Neapolitan Part 2/3
Pairing: Tracey/Kelly
Rating: NC-17


Kelly's mind was racing as Tracey lowered the zipper all the way down to the small of her back. She wasn't nervous ... not really, she told herself. It wasn't their first time after all. She flashed back to how Tracey had undressed her that night, deliberate and sensual and totally in command. In command. That was certainly true tonight and it was all at her suggestion. She drew a deep shaky breath as the her gown fell away. To be fair, they had come a long way in terms of sharing control and trusting each other equally. Kelly smiled inwardly as she remembered Tracey's reluctance to give in to her, how she had worked at learning to relax and submit. They had both loved every minute of those lessons, she was sure. But this was where Tracey truly excelled. And that knowledge was wreaking havoc with her system.

Helping Kelly step free of the pile of blue fabric, Tracey scooped up the dress and deposited it on the chair. Now that she was on a mission, she had regained all of her faculties. Even the sight of Kelly standing nearly naked at the end of the bed, didn't make her weaken. Well, not much. Her eyes raked up and down, not missing the dampness now evident in the front of Kelly's wispy underwear. Gulping, she instructed, "Go ahead and take the rest off ... get comfortable on the bed ... I'll be right back." Swiftly she moved toward the office/sitting room portion of the suite. She had things to do, and if she stayed close to that much temptation ...


When Tracey stepped back around to the bedroom, she was wrapped in one of the luxurious, fluffy hotel robes. Kelly was puzzled at first, but then assumed it was because the curtains were still open. The way the suite was laid out, there was a clear visual path from the window across the sitting area to the hallway and the door, but the bedroom furniture and the sleeping area were off to the side. Thankfully so, as she was sprawled out nude on the decadent sheets of one of the queen-sized beds. Her eyes were drawn to Tracey's hands ... or more specifically, to what she was holding in them.

"Thank God you are so well accessorized." Tracey wore a small smirk as she held up the scarves. She scanned Kelly's body approvingly as she drew next to the bed, finally settling on the deep blue eyes that were and would probably always be her Kryptonite.

"Last chance to back out ... withdraw the offer ..." She tried to make the remark light, but her face was completely serious.

As if Kelly were capable of denying Tracey anything at this point. She thought of everyone in the crowd of attendees tonight, how spectacular Tracey was amongst them, how most of them would have killed to spend even a few minutes alone with her ... and how she alone was the beneficiary of such attention. It was unfathomable to her how lucky she was. Licking her lips, she whispered, "Not on your life."

Tracey felt herself melt just a little at the response. Damn it was hot in here. She bent forward and closed her fingers around Kelly's right wrist, lifting it up, guiding it toward the headboard. Tenderly she placed a gentle kiss on the delicate skin there, letting her lips absorb the tiny vibration of Kelly's pulse for just a second before drawing away. Efficiently, she wrapped the scarf around Kelly's hand and arm and secured it to the bed.

Glancing sideways, she advised, "Check that ... make sure it's not too tight." Satisfied when Kelly pulled against it and nodded up at her, she moved quickly around the bed to the Kelly's other side. Once there she repeated the ritual, complete with the benedictory kiss. Kneeling next to Kelly's hip, she rearranged the pillows under her head, totally focused on making sure Kelly was not in any distress.

"Tracey ... they're fine ... I'm fine."

Leaning in so that her face was just above Kelly's, Tracey murmured emotionally, "You have to know ... I would never hurt you."

Her heart in her eyes, Kelly answered, "I do know, baby ... that's why I'm willing to do this, why I want so much to do this ... only with you."

Before she let herself completely break down, Tracey tied the remaining scarf around Kelly's face like a blindfold. Once it was in place she covered the lips she craved constantly with her own, trying to transmit everything she was feeling, thinking, needing ... through that kiss. Sinking into Kelly totally, Tracey lost herself to this one moment, kissing her with abandon and raw hunger.

Trying to memorize the last expression on Tracey's face as the scarf faded everything to black, Kelly was caught up in the intensity Tracey's efforts. She felt like she was spinning, in space. Without her arms to anchor her, without the ability cling to Tracey, she had the sensation of falling. Then Tracey was lying against her, weighing her down, the warmth and softness and stimulating texture of the robe adding to the chaos of her perceptions. Oh god, she was already burning up. Without warning, Tracey was pulling back, and away, and she could hear knocking at the door. She felt Tracey leave the bed and heard her footsteps padding toward the hallway. Suddenly chilled, she lay there, feeling entirely exposed and small.


Straining to hear over the music and her own thudding heartbeat, Kelly's adrenaline level skyrocketed. She heard voices, one Tracey's, the other definitely male ... but not the actual words. Maybe something was wrong ... was someone coming in? Tracey wouldn't do that ... let that happen ... she was completely bereft and helpless. She tamped down on the urge to call out, hating how panicked she was becoming after only a few minutes alone and immobilized. Then she was sure that the door had closed, the lock set. Was Tracey still here? Was he? Dammit, this was maddening. She heard the sound of metal ... something familiar ... almost creaking ... wheels? Coming closer and closer and then stopping. Then much farther away, the sound of the curtain being pulled across the rod. Then the music was softer, hushed. She chastised herself disgustedly. It's not like she was bound and gagged in the trunk of a car. She was in a high-end hotel suite with the person she trusted most in the world. She could hear Tracey rustling something nearby.

"Who was that? Is everything okay?" As hard as she'd tried, she couldn't keep the pitch of her voice at a normal level.

Tracey sounded distracted. "Yes ... fine ... it was just room service ..."

"But we didn't order anything ... " She was more and more confused.

Laughing quietly, Tracey moved next to the bed. "I did ... while you were undressing." Her knee caused the bed to dip.

Kelly turned her head in that direction. "Did he come in ... could he ..."

Soothingly, Tracey stroked her lower leg. "No ... no. I signed for it at the door. He couldn't see a thing." Kelly could almost hear her smiling. "I'm the only one with that privilege ... and I could look at you all night."

Noticeably relaxing with relief, Kelly scolded herself again for being so foolish. She should have known ... believed ... that Tracey would take care of her.

"Room service? I know you always have an appetite ... but we're ... um, kind of in the middle of something ..." She found it decidedly difficult to make faces at her partner with half of hers shrouded.

"Actually, we're just at the beginning ... " Tracey maneuvered around the bed until she was at the end.

Kelly again felt the mattress cave where Tracey's knees settled, but she was much more interested in the muted metallic clanging noise. Had to be the room service tray. Then Tracey's hand closed around her ankle firmly ... lifting it up, then pulling it slightly forward. Kelly was surprised when the bottom of her foot met heated skin. She pressed into it, anxious to learn just where on Tracey's body she was finally able to touch. The robe was gone, she knew that much.

As her toes curled into Tracey's upper chest, she felt the soft curve of one breast brush the side of her foot. Just as she was beginning to enjoy the oddly erotic contact, she was startled as something warm and liquid cascaded over her toes. What the ...? Before she could cry out or jerk away -- Tracey's iron grasp was holding her in place -- eager lips had encircled her big toe. She thought she'd faint as the steady pull of Tracey's mouth and whip-fast tongue went after every trace of whatever she'd been christened with.

Oh god. She was in trouble. She was in heaven. Squirming as her other foot was raised and doused, Kelly ceased to care about what it was that Tracey was licking off of her ... she only wanted to know that she would never stop.


When Tracey drew away from her, Kelly's breath was so ragged that she had difficulty picking up any audible clues to her whereabouts. No matter how hard she concentrated. As a result, every inch of her skin was on high alert, expecting the next touch ... the next drop. The bed tilted near her shoulder and suddenly Tracey's voice was right next to her ear.

"I'm so glad you took the necklace off ... we wouldn't want another incident ..."

Despite her radically altered state, Kelly smiled. She had insisted on wearing it during her "thank you" session the night before their trip. It had taken her nearly an hour to untangle Tracey's hair from the chain.

"Tilt your head back ... yeah ... just like that ..."

Kelly had no time to prepare ... as soon as her chin was raised, her neck bared ... the lava-like fluid was pooling in the hollow of her throat. Groaning, she swallowed spasmodically as Tracey lapped at her skin like a kitten ... rolling her tongue against it even after it was clean.

"This spot ..." Tracey pressed her lips against the moist indentation. " ... is one of my favorites ..." She poured herself another layer to clear away. " ... mmm ... I could stay right here ..."

Whimpering, Kelly started to protest. Tracey's hair was brushing her lips, tickling her neck and upper chest. She was so close her breath was fogging Kelly's skin, but Kelly could do nothing but shudder. Trying to remain coherent, she asked haltingly, "What is ... it ... that stuff?"

The question was barely formed and Tracey was smearing it over her lips with one finger. Kelly could scarcely register anything before Tracey's mouth was consuming hers, hot and intense and sweet. Her senses all on overload, Kelly surrendered, fighting only to keep this connection, following Tracey's lips, lifting her head to chase after Tracey's mouth as she broke away. Uttering a small cry of frustration as Tracey again drifted out of reach, Kelly ran her tongue over her lips and around the inside of her mouth.

"Chocolate ... " Her breath was shallow, uneven. "I should have known ..." High quality, from the taste. Or maybe that was just Tracey. " ... you're addicted ... you know that?"

Tracey's reply was a muffled growl near her ribcage, "Oh yeah ... totally addicted now."

Kelly's muscles contracted instinctively as the chocolate drizzled around her belly button and then filled it. Oh fuck. She bit her lip hard as Tracey's tongue swiped around and around there, dipping in and out again and again. Her lips sealed against Kelly's skin ... sucking strongly, determined to get every last taste. Kelly wanted to beg, desperately, for Tracey to go faster ... lower ...God ... anything to relieve the mounting tension she was creating. But she battled as hard as she could to resist the temptation. Part of the game was for Tracey to push her to her breaking point ... and she didn't want to cave so early. Tracey was definitely taking her damn time.

Fearing that it wouldn't be long before she was functionally speechless, Kelly croaked out an anemic warning, "Just remember ... payback's a bitch ..."

Tipping the silver tureen so that the chocolate sauce splashed between Kelly's breasts, Tracey's comeback was low and husky. "Oh, I'm counting on it ..."


to be cont'd