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


No matter how much she braced herself for what she knew was inevitable, Kelly jerked abruptly when the rapidly cooling chocolate rained down on her already sensitized nipple ... oh shit ... Holding her breath she waited ... willing Tracey to hurry, wanting so much to cry out for her to do so ... she was dying for ... god YES

The soft heat enveloped her, sending her rocketing out of control. Her arms tugged futilely against the restraints she had all but forgotten as they tried to capture Tracey's head ... hold her in place ... keep her mouth right where it was forever. Arching and straining, she attempted to ride out the avalanche of pleasure that nearly smothered her ... but Tracey was relentless.

As if the alternating pull and pressure weren't enough to completely unhinge her, the shock of Tracey's tongue swirling and swathing around and around and over her blew her away. Twisting frantically, she no longer comprehended the noises she was making.

No no no no no no no ... Dimly she heard herself panting harshly as Tracey abandoned her once more. Her chest heaving with tortured effort, she wrapped her hands tightly around the scarves for support. Then she was hanging onto them for dear life as her other nipple was thickly coated and Tracey's lips found it. Her head rolling from side to side, Kelly's mind barely registered anything but the growing need that consumed her. God ... she had to ... if she could just ...

FUCK

Her whole body jolted off the bed as Tracey's teeth clamped down, sending screaming spasms all the way to her toes. Writhing wildly, she moaned without thought, each sound wrenched from her throat as Tracey further indulged herself. Uselessly her hands flailed against their confinement as the world exploded in brilliant color behind the blindfold.

"TRACEY ... I can't ..."

Both of them were staggered as Kelly's orgasm ripped through her, the force gripping her body almost violently before wringing it out, leaving her utterly limp and quaking.


Kelly had no idea how much time had passed when she finally floated up from the depths of her ecstasy. She was instantly aware of Tracey's current location, the brush of her hair against her inner thigh, the soft scrape of her tongue. Distantly, she picked up Tracey's appreciative murmuring, felt the warm gust of her breath against her still throbbing flesh. Stretching languidly, she was reminded of her bonds. Within seconds, and the addition of more chocolate, she was reminded of her feverish arousal.

Each stroke of Tracey's tongue swept her further and further back into the fire. Her hips shifted uncontrollably, vainly searching for the perfect position. Her heels slid against the sheets, unable to gain enough traction. Impossible. It was impossible that she could be so excited so soon after ...

She could picture Tracey's unruly curls bobbing and dipping as she felt the searing heat of her strong velvet tongue ... bathing and searching. Steady and sure ... then urgent and twitching ... then ... gone.

" ... oh GOD ... don't go .." Kelly groaned. She could tell that Tracey was no longer on the bed. Something clattered against metal and she heard Tracey swear under her breath.

"I'm here ... I'm right here ... I'm not going anywhere baby." Her voice was gruff and shaky. "Just putting this away ... "

Kelly felt Tracey's weight once again compress the mattress near her waist. Her heart rate accelerated in anticipation. Unexpectedly, something cool brushed her abdomen, causing her to shiver. At the same time, she detected a very distinct aroma ... her mind reeled ... she could almost place it ... so familiar ... strawberries?

In answer to her silent query, Tracey rubbed one against her parted lips, so unmistakable in smell and texture, so definitely a strawberry. Before she could react, it was withdrawn. When she felt it again, Tracey was holding it between her teeth. Immediately, Kelly nipped at it, pulling Tracey closer, crushing their mouths together, desperate to hold her there. The juice squirted onto her tongue, over her lips, as she pursued it into Tracey's mouth. Swallowing, they broke apart, Tracey catching the droplets on her chin, at the corners of her mouth, licking along her lower lip. But no matter how she slanted her head, Kelly couldn't snare another kiss, and any last vestige of strength she'd hoped to use to prolong the challenge vanished.

"Please ... " Tied up as she was, she was wholly undone.

She gasped as Tracey circled another berry around her breast, spiraling tighter and tighter inward, until the pebbled surface of it rubbed across her stiffly stinging nipple. Her back bowed as Tracey's hair swung over her there, followed by the chilled moistness of the berry Tracey must have bitten in half. The inside of it wiped over her, trailing juice and flavor. Good god ... she knew what was next ... yet she heard her own shrill cry of surprise as Tracey sucked her in. Her head whipped sharply back and forth, banging into her arms ... fuck ... so hot ... the flicker of Tracey's tongue ... effortlessly killing her ...

She knew she was begging now and she didn't give a damn. "God Tracey ... you have to ... please please please ..." She wasn't going to survive this ... the pressure was unbearable.

Tracey was dragging one more goddamned strawberry down her abdomen in a straight line ... Kelly's hips bucked as it reached her most sensitive spot... her arms yanking the scarves nearly free of the bed. The fruit and Tracey's fingertips slid lower still, pressing into her, slippery and slow. She was screaming ... or shouting ... or both ... fuck yes ... uh huh ... almost ... there...

The makeshift blindfold was snatched from around her head, the light bombarding her ... initially distracting her from the absence of Tracey's touch. Her eyes ping-ponged in every direction, finally settling on Tracey's face ... coming closer ... more in focus. The stark hunger there sparked another wave of ferocious trembling. Practically sobbing, she blurted, "DON'T STOP ..."

Looming over her, Tracey ordered, "Look at me. Kelly ... watch ..."

With the hand that had been so deliberately and effectively inciting her, Tracey brought the slickly glistening strawberry up to her lips, while the hand that had stripped away the barrier from Kelly's eyes crawled down her hip and between her legs. Simultaneously, Tracey bit down on the berry and slid her fingers into Kelly, visibly reacting to both sensations ... her guttural moans absorbed directly into Kelly's skin, blood. It was too much ... too intense. Tracey barely had time to stroke, swallow ... and Kelly was hurtling over the edge, contorting and thrashing ... each subsequent rush more powerful and vivid ... splintering her further ... until every awareness was annihilated.


The first thing Kelly became conscious of was the wonderful weight of Tracey's body splayed over her, blanketing her. Following that, she keyed in on the erratic pattern of Tracey's breathing, hissing near her ear, fiery and tormented. She turned to nuzzle her face toward the sound, Tracey's hair serving the same purpose the scarf had earlier, effectively blocking her vision.

"I've ... never ... been so ... fucking turned on ... so goddamned drenched ... in my ... entire ... life ..." Tracey rasped. Her voice sounded painfully unnatural, as if the effort to even speak was crushing it. Her hips rocked into Kelly as if to prove her point.

Stirred by Tracey's confession and her own reaction to how deeply affected her partner was, Kelly's lips found the area just beneath Tracey's ear, latching onto her there. She could feel the tremors tearing through Tracey ... the scorching ardor at every point of contact. With her legs she did what her arms could not, wrapping them around Tracey securely, pulling her in, holding her close, encouraging her.

The combination of Kelly's mouth at her neck and Kelly's legs urging her hips flush against her unleashed the torrent of desire Tracey had valiantly held in check. Mindlessly she plunged in... circling, grinding, thrusting wildly ... frenzied and furious. Oblivious to Kelly's attempts to aid her by pushing up, by using the scarves for any leverage she could summon, Tracey was frantic for release. Sounds and images and tastes tumbled together, incoherently heightening her excitement, pushing her harder, faster. Sharp staccato bursts of euphoria signaled her impending climax. Lurching forward with an coarse animalistic cry, she shattered. Again and again and again ... collapsing finally, quivering and spent ... sinking into Kelly, overcome with bliss.


Once she had regained some of her energy ... she doubted she'd ever recover ... Tracey carefully untied and unwound the scarves. Rubbing and caressing Kelly's wrists, she inspected them critically, glancing toward Kelly's eyes as she flexed and turned her hands.

At first Kelly was amused by the way Tracey fussed and hovered, but when she read the chagrined expression that was written all over Tracey's face, she was moved to erase it. Gently disentangling her fingers from Tracey's, she brought them up to caress her cheek.

"Stop it Trace ... they're fine ... I'm okay." She smiled reassuringly. "Besides ... no matter how many aches or marks I might have later ... I don't regret one minute, not one second. In fact, I'm pretty sure I got the best end of this deal."

She could already tell she was going to be sore, but she welcomed it. She wanted every last reminder of tonight. "That's not like you, by the way. Letting someone else get the better of you in a bargain ... " She ran her fingers through Tracey's hair as she teased. "You usually work from a position of strength ..."

Tracey angled her head to kiss the center of Kelly's palm before responding, the edges of her mouth turning up. "Well, it would take me all night to enumerate the many, many ways that you are wrong ... " Leaning down, she brushed her lips against Kelly's softly. "And we have things to do ... so, I'll drop it for now. But know this ... I'm confident that I came out on top." Grinning, she backed up and off of Kelly, sliding toward the edge of the bed.

"What things?" Kelly couldn't imagine that Tracey had left any surprises on the table.

Getting to her feet awkwardly, Tracey reached for Kelly's hand, tugging her into a sitting position. "Well ... we're going to make good use of that enormous marble shower ... "

She waited as Kelly scooted forward. "We're going to leave a huge tip for the maid ..."

Tracey took a long look at the state of the bedding. "And then we're going to snuggle down into the other bed for a fabulous night's sleep."

Taking Kelly's hand again, she helped her stand, steadying her until she had her balance. Without releasing her hold, she started walking toward the bathroom. "Oh ... and tomorrow before we head to O'Hare, we're going to stop into that little candy shop on Michigan Ave."

Following behind, Kelly's head swiveled to survey the mess atop the room service cart. Laughing, she asked, "You didn't get enough for your sweet tooth already?"

Without turning around, Tracey squeezed her hand. "I want to buy some chocolate covered strawberries for Branch."

Shaking her head and chuckling at her partner's peculiar sense of humor, Kelly glanced behind her at the scarves. "Well, if we're making plans ... I need to remember to talk to Ravell when we get home ..."

"What in the hell for?" Tracey looked over her shoulder suspiciously.

Smiling, her eyes dancing, Kelly pushed Tracey's arm up and angled, pressing it against the small of her back in the classic "collared perp" position. Stepping forward, she kissed the top of Tracey's shoulder.

"I need to borrow his handcuffs."


the end.

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> Brick-shaped ice cream made up of three differently flavored ice creams (usually chocolate, strawberry ... and vanilla ;)

The tricolored, three-flavored Neapolitan ice cream is virtually unknown in Italy today but still made in the United States, where it was introduced in the 1890s. (The American term "Neapolitan" is based on its former identification with spumoni.)

Apparently, American tastebuds weren't ready for the flavor sensation of authentic spumoni, so an ingenious marketer combined three of America's favorite flavors and named the ice cream after the region where the original treat was created, Naples.