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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. This fic also contains sexual situations. Feel free to back out if need be.
Author's Note: I await the screams of frustration at where I fade this to black.
Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 16); MC4A (Year 5)
Individual Challenges: Red Dress (Y); Red Lights; Red Bull; Red Wave (Y); Happy Birthday; Bi Rainbow; Rainbow Rainbow; Missing Rainbow; Slytherin MC; Slytherin MC; Magical MC; Magical MC; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion; Rian-Russo Inversion; Ethnic & Present; The 3rd Rule; Bi Bi Bi; Ship Sails; Hold the Mayo; Zed Era; Old Shoes (Y); In a Flash; Bucket Listing; Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Green Ribbon
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 16 – Assignment 11
Subject (Task No.): History of Magic (Task#5: Write about someone doing something that's ineffective.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [328](Patience); 1000 Prompts Challenge [610](No Male Characters); Hogwarts Gardens [Gnome 3](Only Fem Characters)
Other MC4A Challenges: SpB [3C](Bite); TrB [2B](Gillian Cut); Ship (Emeralds)[SpMic2 (Blue; Green; Purple; White; Yellow)]; Chim [Citru] (Violet; Race Bend);Hunt [Sp Set (Windy); Sp Con (Lotion/Balm; Medicine)];
Representation(s): Black Tracey Davis/Daphne Greengrass; Scarred Tracey; "Time in a Bottle" - Jim Croce; BC Use
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Tomorrow's Shade; Second Verse (Bechdel Test; Ladylike; Not a Lamp; White Dress; Found Family; Nontraditional); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Pocky Pockets; Wabi Sabi; Fizzy Lemonade)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: Once (Under the Sea); CM (Brier; Navigate; Yogin) [2B](Biting/Nipping); T3 (Terse; Thimble); SN (Rail; Ameliorate)
Word Count: 623 words
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Beach
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Daphne couldn't get enough of Tracey. If they both could live to be a thousand years old, spending every moment between now and then together, she still wouldn't have enough. Tracey was, well, she was everything to Daphne. She could spend eternity placing gentle and chaste kisses to every inch of Tracey's beautiful brown skin, running her tongue lightly over the white scars that ran jaggedly across Tracey's torso in a physical mimicry of lightning. She could get lost in the vast deepness of Tracey's dark brown eyes, counting the tiny specks of gold scattered there like stars. She could happily attempt to count every one of the barely visible freckles scattered across Tracey's face and collarbones with a patience that would rival even the greatest of gods.
"You could wax poetic for a bazillion years," Tracey declared, dragging Daphne's mind away from mentally listing all the perfections of her lover and bonded mate, "but there is no way that you'll be able to convince me to have sex with you here."
Tracey was stretched out on the blue and green checkered blanket that they had brought with them. She had taken advantage of how the beach outside the cottage they were renting for the summer to remove her bikini top, leaving on only the bottom. The violet fabric stretched over her delectable rear. It was practically demanding that Daphne use her tongue to trace the crimson edges that hemmed the holes for each leg.
"Is there nothing that I can do to change your mind?" Daphne asked. Tracey shook her head, her honey brown curls bouncing wildly with the motion as much as the wind coming in from the sea. Daphne hummed and reached for the banana yellow bottle of suntan lotion tucked into their picnic basket. "Let me at least reapply your sunblock."
"I know what you're trying to do," Tracey complained even as she arched into the smooth glide of Daphne's hands on the bare skin of her back. "You're trying to seduce me, and it won't work. Sex on the beach is never worth the sand."
"Well, then," Daphne countered as she trailed her fingers along the top of Tracey's bikini bottom, "we really just have two choices, don't we?"
"Two choices?" Tracey moaned the question as Daphne moved on to teasing the crease where Tracey's butt cheeks met her thighs. Daphne smiled, feeling just a little bit smug about how successful this improvised plan was being.
"Yes, two," Daphne confirmed. Tracey spread her legs to let Daphne apply the lotion to her inner thighs. "We can stay out here, with me teasing you like this until you decide that sex on the beach is worth the risk of sand." Daphne dropped a kiss to the back of Tracey's neck as she rubbed lotion into the sensitive backs of Tracey's knees. Tracey squirmed beneath her until Daphne nipped at the same spot she had just kissed. "Or we can head back to the cottage to finish this."
"What's the cat-catch on the second one?" Tracey asked, her breath catching as Daphne continued nipping along her shoulders. Daphne pressed a grin to the shoulder blade she had been decorating with her teeth marks.
"I have a surprise for you in our basket," Daphne answered. She rubbed her thumbs over the insides of Tracey's knees. "It goes in before we pack up, and you'll walk back with it there afterwards."
Tracey whined at the choices. She squirmed as well as she was able with Daphne's hands on her knees to pin her in place beneath Daphne's body arching over her. Daphne relished her mate's lusty indecision. She knew that whichever choice Tracey made, it would be fun.
And she was right.