Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Secret No More ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: DefiantVixen 
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 161 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 161 | Status: Completed
Secret No More
Summary: With Tracey a female in hiding, and now his girlfriend, Gary has a hard time keeping his hands off her with his grandfather away...but then Ash and Co just had to pay a visit. When will they leave?
Pairings: Gary/Tracey
Disclaimer: I don’t own the series Pokemon or any character associated.
Warnings: Tracey is portrayed as female in gender in this story. Yes, I know he’s a guy, and yes there have been episodes where Tracey had been shirtless, let’s just pretend that never happened for the sake of it, ok?
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Chapter 5:
Blinking open his eyes against the bright morning light, Gary released a groan of annoyance, not wanting to get up just yet. He was far too comfortable and warm, his muscles relaxed and free of all tension. However, when a warm weight next to him moved softly, Gary could not help but open his eyes, becoming awake.
Looking down to his right, a soft smile graced his lips at the sight of Tracey sleeping soundly next to him. She had her head resting on his chest, her arm draped across his stomach as a thin bed sheet folded to the natural curves of her naked body. Her forest green hair was in slight disarray, but it looked good on her, the pink headband gone, thrown to the side in their passion for one another.
Her tanned and smooth face still had a slightly flustered appearance to it, yet she wore a look of contentment as well.
Gazing down at her, Gary couldn’t help but marvel at how he could have found someone like her to love as much as she did him. He was a loner by nature, sarcastic and a bit too argumentative, while Tracey was quite, self consciously and saintly polite. They were opposites, yet complimented each other so well.
He loves being intimate with her; the way their bodies move together as if they were made just for each other, the way they wordlessly communicated as they touched and caressed where none even dared before. He loved the way her warm body moulded against his as they traded kisses, hands grasping the others, the whisper of sheets as they moved as one. Every touch, every movement was prolonged deliberately as there was no need to hurry.
He just couldn’t get enough of how Tracey would furrow her brow in pleasure and cling desperately to his shoulders, moaning and whimpering his name in such endearment. She wasn’t particularly loud, but as she reached toward climax, her voice would grow in pitch.
And he just loved how she would arch her back and cry out his name when they both reached their peak.
However, since they are both living with his grandfather who had hearing like Tracey’s Marill, they weren’t able to become intimate as much as he would like. They had to wait for the Professor to leave on business matters or when he visited Delia with news about Ash.
They had to be careful with him around, the old man was getting suspicious, Gary was sure. He knows that he should just tell Gramps so they won’t have to hide anymore, but a small part of him wasn’t looking forward to the embarrassing talk about how they needed to practice safe sex or something.
And he did not want to hear the story of how he met his wife and realized she was the one all those years ago.
As much as he loved being intimate with Tracey, he also loved the morning after; she always looked so peaceful and serene in the mornings. She was definitely a morning person, while Gary wasn’t unless he woke up with Tracey in his arms.
Before, he could never understand how someone could be so damn cheerful in the morning, Tracey and Gramps being the most joyful offenders, but after falling asleep together as they snuggled on the couch and waking up in each other’s arms, the early morning sunlight giving Tracey an angelic appearance to her, Gary realized that mornings weren’t that bad.
In fact, he actually wanted to wake up before Tracey just so he could watch her as she slept.
A gentle movement next to him pulled Gary out of his thoughts and he turned his attention back to the young woman in his arms, watching as her raven coloured eyes fluttered open and she peered around in a sleepy daze. She then tilted her head back to look up at him and a warm smile immediately made its way onto her lips.
“Morning,” she whispered as she nestled her head under his chin, cuddling up close to him.
Gary made a humming noise of contentment and tightened his hold on her. “Morning,” he whispered in reply, and the two of them relaxed, neither one willing to move just yet. However, they knew they had to at some point in time.
“We should probably get up,” Tracey said with disappointment laced in her voice.
“Do we have to?” Gary muttered and buried his face in her hair, drawing in a deep to inhale her delicious scent.
Tracey couldn’t help but release a small giggle as she liked it when Gary nuzzled his cheek in her hair like that. “I’m afraid so.”
As Tracey slowly sat up, she pressed the thin sheet against her chest, doing very little to hide her feminine bust and presented her back toward him as she stretched her free arm over her head. Her back was smooth, flawless and a beautiful golden brown, natural he came to realize as she didn’t sunbath at all.
However, there was a tiny little marking that was on her left shoulder blade. It appeared to be a thin scar a couple of inches long, seemingly made by something very sharp.
Gary had seen that scar before multiple times, yet never asked her about it, and she never really mentioned it, even when he trailed his fingertips long it and kiss it softly. She wouldn’t wince at the touch or cringe at a memory, so he deduced that there wasn’t a sob story behind this scar. That or she had accepted it already and wanted to forget about it.
Still, he had to ask. The curiosity was incredibly annoying.
“Trace,” he said as he scooted forward and placed a few kisses on her bare shoulders, his hands moving to rest on her upper arms to pull her back toward him. “Can I ask...?”
“Hmm?” Tracey hummed as she let her eyes slip close, relishing in the way Gary was scattering kisses over her naked skin. “What is it?”
“That scar on your shoulder,” he said as he suddenly pulled back and trailed his fingertips over it again. “Where did you get it?”
“Oh, that old thing?” Tracey said with a light chuckle and opened her eyes to regard him with a smile. “It was just me being clumsy again. I misjudged a Scyther’s Slash Attack years ago when I was just starting out as a Pokemon Watcher.”
Gary found himself frowning and continued to gently touch the gradually fading scar. A Scyther’s Slash Attack? He didn’t like the sound of that. That situation could have easily been worst and he found that thought terrifying.
“You need to be more careful,” he said as he tried to recall if there were any more scars littering that sexy body of hers.
“And I have,” Tracey quickly pointed out, still smiling warmly at the protective concern Gary always directed toward her. It made her feel important and wanted when Gary fussed over her like that. She felt so lucky to even be included in the life of some so handsome and talented, let alone actually being with him. She loves him dearly and just loved being with him, no matter what they’re doing or where they are.
“I’m not sporting any more scars, am I?” she asked as she leaned against him, where Gary immediately wrapped his arms around her.
That was true, for if she did have more scarring, Gary would have noticed them by now. He was well informed in the ways of Tracey’s body; he could tell her moods just by studying her body language. And he knew how to make her literally melt into his arms with just one touch.
“Hmm,” Gary mumbled as he nuzzled his cheek against her hair. “None that I saw last night, but it wouldn’t hurt to give you a thorough inspection, would it?”
Tracey immediately blush a bright red and made a small whimpering noise, but she quickly shook her head and tried to push away. “Not now,” she said as she appeared flustered. “Don’t forget Ash and company are returning today.”
A growl escaped Gary’s throat and he appeared to twitch in annoyance. “How could I forget...” he mumbled.
“Let’s get up and have a shower,” Tracey said as she started to detach herself from Gary’s arms, the bed sheet still wrapped around her naked body. Despite all of Gary’s reassurances that she had a great figure, she was still body conscious and felt out of her depth whenever she wore something that wasn’t at least a little bit baggy.
Although, she has gotten better. Her clothing are not nearly as large for her slender frame like she used to wear.
Gary grumbled something incoherent under his breath about annoying brats but he, too, slipped his legs over the side of the bed and went about finding his discarded boxers to slip on to hide his own nakedness. He watched as Tracey gathered some clothing from her closet, they couldn’t make it to Gary’s room last night, and then made her way swiftly to the bathroom, shutting the door out of habit behind her.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gary stretched his long frame until he heard several satisfying cracks and lazily scratched the back of his head. He pushed himself to his feet and then gathered the rest of Tracey’s bed sheets, still presenting the evidence of their sensual activities last night. With a smirk of self-satisfaction, Gary trudged his way down the stairs and into the laundry, placing the sheets in the washing machine and turning it on. He then made his way back upstairs to wait outside the bathroom as he heard the water shut off.
And soon enough, the door open and stepping out of the mist like steam like a siren was Tracey, a towel in her hands as she gently patted her hair dry.
Once again, Tracey was wearing a pair of shorts that ended just above her knees and sat perfectly on her hips, a sleeveless aqua green hoodie without the zipper was her choice of shirt. The colour aqua green suited her so well, amplifying her attractive golden skin and silky soft forest green hair.
However, Gary found himself frowning when he realized that Tracey was wearing those god forsaken bandages around her chest that often at times restricted her breathing when she exerted herself too much. He hated them so much and loathed it when she wore them.
As if sensing the waves of disapproval in her direction, Tracey turned around and offered him a small smile. “It’s only for a short time,” she said in a reassuring tone. “I’ll take them off again when they leave.”
Gary didn’t want her to wear them at all, but conceded to her pleading eyes and nodded. “Fine, but they’re only staying for a few hours. We do have some work that needs to be done today.”
“Yes, I know,” Tracey replied as she cast a quick glance to one of the labs, knowing all too well she still had important data that needed to be submitted into the computers. That should take a couple of hours at least.
As much as she loved being the assistant to Professor Oak, she didn’t like the desk jobs and data crunching. She preferred the fresh air and actually mingling with the Pokemon outside in the warm sun. She hated being locked inside all day.
“Why don’t you have a quick shower and I’ll start breakfast?” she suggested, noting that Gary wore nothing but his boxers, and as sexy as he looked, his attire wasn’t appropriate for hosting of guests. Although, he did have an amazing six-pack that wasn’t overly obviously, but showed that he was fit and tone nonetheless. His body was taut and flawless, not an ounce of fat to be seen anyway.
A light blush appeared on Tracey’s cheeks when she realized she was staring and Gary was smirking in her direction. Seriously, though, how could she not stare?
“We can’t have the others seeing you like this,” she stuttered lightly. “They’ll definitely ask too many questions.”
“Perhaps,” Gary muttered as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. “But at least it’ll get Brock to back off.”
Once again, Tracey found his possessiveness toward her endearing and she smiled at him. “Brock is harmless.”
“Harmless my ass,” Gary muttered darkly, his face twisting into a scowl. “He flirted with you.”
“It was only flirting if I flirted back,” Tracey quickly pointed out, leaving out the fact that she wasn’t sure how to flirt with someone other than Gary, himself, anyway. “And I didn’t.”
Gary felt himself calm down at her words and nodded, satisfied with her answer. She always knew just the right thing to say to dispel practically all of his anger and irritation.
“Don’t worry, everything was civilized,” she carried on to reassure. “He was just letting me know that he knows about my gender.”
“How the hell did he work that out?” Gary asked as he felt a mild sense of irritation return to him.
Tracey shrugged lightly. “Something about a lady detector,” she replied, opting to leave out the sexy lady part as she was sure Brock was joking and that Gary would become annoyed at the older male again.
“He really does have a built in Pretty Girl radar, doesn’t he?” Gary muttered bitterly before a smirk graced his lips and he pushed away from the wall, wrapping his arms around Tracey’s frame once again. “Too bad for him this pretty girl is taken.”
Tracey blushed at the compliment, but remains silent, letting her eyes slip close as Gary leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss. She rested her hands on bare his chest as his hands slipped down her back to rest on her hips, pulling their bodies closer.
The kiss lingered for a moment before the two of them pulled away with a sigh of mild disappointment, or in Gary’s case, utter annoyance, as they are well aware that their guests could arrive at any minute. Brock did say they would be back around midday, but knowing how impatience Ash could be, they’ll just pop by sooner rather than later.
“You better get dressed,” Tracey said softly as she turned her gaze downwards shyly. “Coffee should be ready by the time you are finished.”
“Right,” Gary said as he removed his grip on his prefect girlfriend and trudged to his room to gather the clothes he was wearing today and quickly made his way to the bathroom.
The shower was quick, merely a quick wash down of the soap and rough massage with the shampoo in his hair. He had to do very little with his hair, as it was naturally spiky, although some mornings, it looked like a bird’s nest and Tracey had to delicately help him with all the knots. His hair could be a right pain in the ass, but he liked it all the same. And Tracey seemed to like his hair as well.
Shutting off the water and drying himself, Gary pulled on a pair of loose black jeans that was a size too big and a dark red sleeveless shirt with the word ‘Rebel’ written across it in black. He then slipped on a black button up shirt, leaving it to hang open in a casual look.
Leaving his hair to dry on its own, Gary left the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen, only to linger in the doorway to watch as Tracey hum quietly to herself as she pottered around in the kitchen. The sun shining through the kitchen window touched her face, amplifying her natural angelic look. Gwad, she was really beautiful, he couldn’t wait to take her into his arms again.
Oh, they still have at least a couple of hours to themselves, right?
Suddenly, the front door swung open and three youths, plus one bright yellow Pikachu, all tumbled in. They all had bright and friendly smiles on their faces, utterly happy to be alive on this fine sunny morning.
“Hey guys!” Ash said loudly as they invited themselves in and immediately swarm their way around Tracey, who seemed surprised to see them. “We tried to ring, but you weren’t picking up the phone.”
“So we decided to pop by and see if everything is alright.” Misty explained in a surprisingly gentle, but friendly voice, but she lost her gentleness when she sent a sly look in Gary’s direction.
Brock immediately took Tracey’s hands in his and gave her a very charming smile. “I must say Tracey; you look absolutely stunning this morning,” he exclaimed rather loudly.
Tracey released a small, nervous chuckle. “Er, thanks?”
Gary literally felt himself twitch in utter irritation as the three intruders gathered around his girlfriend, drawing her attention away from him and pulling them apart. And the worst part was, two of them knew what they were doing and doing it so that it annoyed him.
Oh, this day was not going to end well...
Summary: With Tracey a female in hiding, and now his girlfriend, Gary has a hard time keeping his hands off her with his grandfather away...but then Ash and Co just had to pay a visit. When will they leave?
Pairings: Gary/Tracey
Disclaimer: I don’t own the series Pokemon or any character associated.
Warnings: Tracey is portrayed as female in gender in this story. Yes, I know he’s a guy, and yes there have been episodes where Tracey had been shirtless, let’s just pretend that never happened for the sake of it, ok?
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Chapter 5:
Blinking open his eyes against the bright morning light, Gary released a groan of annoyance, not wanting to get up just yet. He was far too comfortable and warm, his muscles relaxed and free of all tension. However, when a warm weight next to him moved softly, Gary could not help but open his eyes, becoming awake.
Looking down to his right, a soft smile graced his lips at the sight of Tracey sleeping soundly next to him. She had her head resting on his chest, her arm draped across his stomach as a thin bed sheet folded to the natural curves of her naked body. Her forest green hair was in slight disarray, but it looked good on her, the pink headband gone, thrown to the side in their passion for one another.
Her tanned and smooth face still had a slightly flustered appearance to it, yet she wore a look of contentment as well.
Gazing down at her, Gary couldn’t help but marvel at how he could have found someone like her to love as much as she did him. He was a loner by nature, sarcastic and a bit too argumentative, while Tracey was quite, self consciously and saintly polite. They were opposites, yet complimented each other so well.
He loves being intimate with her; the way their bodies move together as if they were made just for each other, the way they wordlessly communicated as they touched and caressed where none even dared before. He loved the way her warm body moulded against his as they traded kisses, hands grasping the others, the whisper of sheets as they moved as one. Every touch, every movement was prolonged deliberately as there was no need to hurry.
He just couldn’t get enough of how Tracey would furrow her brow in pleasure and cling desperately to his shoulders, moaning and whimpering his name in such endearment. She wasn’t particularly loud, but as she reached toward climax, her voice would grow in pitch.
And he just loved how she would arch her back and cry out his name when they both reached their peak.
However, since they are both living with his grandfather who had hearing like Tracey’s Marill, they weren’t able to become intimate as much as he would like. They had to wait for the Professor to leave on business matters or when he visited Delia with news about Ash.
They had to be careful with him around, the old man was getting suspicious, Gary was sure. He knows that he should just tell Gramps so they won’t have to hide anymore, but a small part of him wasn’t looking forward to the embarrassing talk about how they needed to practice safe sex or something.
And he did not want to hear the story of how he met his wife and realized she was the one all those years ago.
As much as he loved being intimate with Tracey, he also loved the morning after; she always looked so peaceful and serene in the mornings. She was definitely a morning person, while Gary wasn’t unless he woke up with Tracey in his arms.
Before, he could never understand how someone could be so damn cheerful in the morning, Tracey and Gramps being the most joyful offenders, but after falling asleep together as they snuggled on the couch and waking up in each other’s arms, the early morning sunlight giving Tracey an angelic appearance to her, Gary realized that mornings weren’t that bad.
In fact, he actually wanted to wake up before Tracey just so he could watch her as she slept.
A gentle movement next to him pulled Gary out of his thoughts and he turned his attention back to the young woman in his arms, watching as her raven coloured eyes fluttered open and she peered around in a sleepy daze. She then tilted her head back to look up at him and a warm smile immediately made its way onto her lips.
“Morning,” she whispered as she nestled her head under his chin, cuddling up close to him.
Gary made a humming noise of contentment and tightened his hold on her. “Morning,” he whispered in reply, and the two of them relaxed, neither one willing to move just yet. However, they knew they had to at some point in time.
“We should probably get up,” Tracey said with disappointment laced in her voice.
“Do we have to?” Gary muttered and buried his face in her hair, drawing in a deep to inhale her delicious scent.
Tracey couldn’t help but release a small giggle as she liked it when Gary nuzzled his cheek in her hair like that. “I’m afraid so.”
As Tracey slowly sat up, she pressed the thin sheet against her chest, doing very little to hide her feminine bust and presented her back toward him as she stretched her free arm over her head. Her back was smooth, flawless and a beautiful golden brown, natural he came to realize as she didn’t sunbath at all.
However, there was a tiny little marking that was on her left shoulder blade. It appeared to be a thin scar a couple of inches long, seemingly made by something very sharp.
Gary had seen that scar before multiple times, yet never asked her about it, and she never really mentioned it, even when he trailed his fingertips long it and kiss it softly. She wouldn’t wince at the touch or cringe at a memory, so he deduced that there wasn’t a sob story behind this scar. That or she had accepted it already and wanted to forget about it.
Still, he had to ask. The curiosity was incredibly annoying.
“Trace,” he said as he scooted forward and placed a few kisses on her bare shoulders, his hands moving to rest on her upper arms to pull her back toward him. “Can I ask...?”
“Hmm?” Tracey hummed as she let her eyes slip close, relishing in the way Gary was scattering kisses over her naked skin. “What is it?”
“That scar on your shoulder,” he said as he suddenly pulled back and trailed his fingertips over it again. “Where did you get it?”
“Oh, that old thing?” Tracey said with a light chuckle and opened her eyes to regard him with a smile. “It was just me being clumsy again. I misjudged a Scyther’s Slash Attack years ago when I was just starting out as a Pokemon Watcher.”
Gary found himself frowning and continued to gently touch the gradually fading scar. A Scyther’s Slash Attack? He didn’t like the sound of that. That situation could have easily been worst and he found that thought terrifying.
“You need to be more careful,” he said as he tried to recall if there were any more scars littering that sexy body of hers.
“And I have,” Tracey quickly pointed out, still smiling warmly at the protective concern Gary always directed toward her. It made her feel important and wanted when Gary fussed over her like that. She felt so lucky to even be included in the life of some so handsome and talented, let alone actually being with him. She loves him dearly and just loved being with him, no matter what they’re doing or where they are.
“I’m not sporting any more scars, am I?” she asked as she leaned against him, where Gary immediately wrapped his arms around her.
That was true, for if she did have more scarring, Gary would have noticed them by now. He was well informed in the ways of Tracey’s body; he could tell her moods just by studying her body language. And he knew how to make her literally melt into his arms with just one touch.
“Hmm,” Gary mumbled as he nuzzled his cheek against her hair. “None that I saw last night, but it wouldn’t hurt to give you a thorough inspection, would it?”
Tracey immediately blush a bright red and made a small whimpering noise, but she quickly shook her head and tried to push away. “Not now,” she said as she appeared flustered. “Don’t forget Ash and company are returning today.”
A growl escaped Gary’s throat and he appeared to twitch in annoyance. “How could I forget...” he mumbled.
“Let’s get up and have a shower,” Tracey said as she started to detach herself from Gary’s arms, the bed sheet still wrapped around her naked body. Despite all of Gary’s reassurances that she had a great figure, she was still body conscious and felt out of her depth whenever she wore something that wasn’t at least a little bit baggy.
Although, she has gotten better. Her clothing are not nearly as large for her slender frame like she used to wear.
Gary grumbled something incoherent under his breath about annoying brats but he, too, slipped his legs over the side of the bed and went about finding his discarded boxers to slip on to hide his own nakedness. He watched as Tracey gathered some clothing from her closet, they couldn’t make it to Gary’s room last night, and then made her way swiftly to the bathroom, shutting the door out of habit behind her.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gary stretched his long frame until he heard several satisfying cracks and lazily scratched the back of his head. He pushed himself to his feet and then gathered the rest of Tracey’s bed sheets, still presenting the evidence of their sensual activities last night. With a smirk of self-satisfaction, Gary trudged his way down the stairs and into the laundry, placing the sheets in the washing machine and turning it on. He then made his way back upstairs to wait outside the bathroom as he heard the water shut off.
And soon enough, the door open and stepping out of the mist like steam like a siren was Tracey, a towel in her hands as she gently patted her hair dry.
Once again, Tracey was wearing a pair of shorts that ended just above her knees and sat perfectly on her hips, a sleeveless aqua green hoodie without the zipper was her choice of shirt. The colour aqua green suited her so well, amplifying her attractive golden skin and silky soft forest green hair.
However, Gary found himself frowning when he realized that Tracey was wearing those god forsaken bandages around her chest that often at times restricted her breathing when she exerted herself too much. He hated them so much and loathed it when she wore them.
As if sensing the waves of disapproval in her direction, Tracey turned around and offered him a small smile. “It’s only for a short time,” she said in a reassuring tone. “I’ll take them off again when they leave.”
Gary didn’t want her to wear them at all, but conceded to her pleading eyes and nodded. “Fine, but they’re only staying for a few hours. We do have some work that needs to be done today.”
“Yes, I know,” Tracey replied as she cast a quick glance to one of the labs, knowing all too well she still had important data that needed to be submitted into the computers. That should take a couple of hours at least.
As much as she loved being the assistant to Professor Oak, she didn’t like the desk jobs and data crunching. She preferred the fresh air and actually mingling with the Pokemon outside in the warm sun. She hated being locked inside all day.
“Why don’t you have a quick shower and I’ll start breakfast?” she suggested, noting that Gary wore nothing but his boxers, and as sexy as he looked, his attire wasn’t appropriate for hosting of guests. Although, he did have an amazing six-pack that wasn’t overly obviously, but showed that he was fit and tone nonetheless. His body was taut and flawless, not an ounce of fat to be seen anyway.
A light blush appeared on Tracey’s cheeks when she realized she was staring and Gary was smirking in her direction. Seriously, though, how could she not stare?
“We can’t have the others seeing you like this,” she stuttered lightly. “They’ll definitely ask too many questions.”
“Perhaps,” Gary muttered as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. “But at least it’ll get Brock to back off.”
Once again, Tracey found his possessiveness toward her endearing and she smiled at him. “Brock is harmless.”
“Harmless my ass,” Gary muttered darkly, his face twisting into a scowl. “He flirted with you.”
“It was only flirting if I flirted back,” Tracey quickly pointed out, leaving out the fact that she wasn’t sure how to flirt with someone other than Gary, himself, anyway. “And I didn’t.”
Gary felt himself calm down at her words and nodded, satisfied with her answer. She always knew just the right thing to say to dispel practically all of his anger and irritation.
“Don’t worry, everything was civilized,” she carried on to reassure. “He was just letting me know that he knows about my gender.”
“How the hell did he work that out?” Gary asked as he felt a mild sense of irritation return to him.
Tracey shrugged lightly. “Something about a lady detector,” she replied, opting to leave out the sexy lady part as she was sure Brock was joking and that Gary would become annoyed at the older male again.
“He really does have a built in Pretty Girl radar, doesn’t he?” Gary muttered bitterly before a smirk graced his lips and he pushed away from the wall, wrapping his arms around Tracey’s frame once again. “Too bad for him this pretty girl is taken.”
Tracey blushed at the compliment, but remains silent, letting her eyes slip close as Gary leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss. She rested her hands on bare his chest as his hands slipped down her back to rest on her hips, pulling their bodies closer.
The kiss lingered for a moment before the two of them pulled away with a sigh of mild disappointment, or in Gary’s case, utter annoyance, as they are well aware that their guests could arrive at any minute. Brock did say they would be back around midday, but knowing how impatience Ash could be, they’ll just pop by sooner rather than later.
“You better get dressed,” Tracey said softly as she turned her gaze downwards shyly. “Coffee should be ready by the time you are finished.”
“Right,” Gary said as he removed his grip on his prefect girlfriend and trudged to his room to gather the clothes he was wearing today and quickly made his way to the bathroom.
The shower was quick, merely a quick wash down of the soap and rough massage with the shampoo in his hair. He had to do very little with his hair, as it was naturally spiky, although some mornings, it looked like a bird’s nest and Tracey had to delicately help him with all the knots. His hair could be a right pain in the ass, but he liked it all the same. And Tracey seemed to like his hair as well.
Shutting off the water and drying himself, Gary pulled on a pair of loose black jeans that was a size too big and a dark red sleeveless shirt with the word ‘Rebel’ written across it in black. He then slipped on a black button up shirt, leaving it to hang open in a casual look.
Leaving his hair to dry on its own, Gary left the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen, only to linger in the doorway to watch as Tracey hum quietly to herself as she pottered around in the kitchen. The sun shining through the kitchen window touched her face, amplifying her natural angelic look. Gwad, she was really beautiful, he couldn’t wait to take her into his arms again.
Oh, they still have at least a couple of hours to themselves, right?
Suddenly, the front door swung open and three youths, plus one bright yellow Pikachu, all tumbled in. They all had bright and friendly smiles on their faces, utterly happy to be alive on this fine sunny morning.
“Hey guys!” Ash said loudly as they invited themselves in and immediately swarm their way around Tracey, who seemed surprised to see them. “We tried to ring, but you weren’t picking up the phone.”
“So we decided to pop by and see if everything is alright.” Misty explained in a surprisingly gentle, but friendly voice, but she lost her gentleness when she sent a sly look in Gary’s direction.
Brock immediately took Tracey’s hands in his and gave her a very charming smile. “I must say Tracey; you look absolutely stunning this morning,” he exclaimed rather loudly.
Tracey released a small, nervous chuckle. “Er, thanks?”
Gary literally felt himself twitch in utter irritation as the three intruders gathered around his girlfriend, drawing her attention away from him and pulling them apart. And the worst part was, two of them knew what they were doing and doing it so that it annoyed him.
Oh, this day was not going to end well...