Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Secret No More ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: DefiantVixen 
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.17.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 189 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.17.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 189 | Status: Completed
Secret No More
Summary: With Tracey a female in disguise, 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?
AN: Hello there, everyone. Yes, this is indeed the last chapter to this fic, but fear not, I will definitely write more Gary/fem!Tracey fics in the future. I love this pairing too much and there aren’t enough of them, so I have made it my duty to write more fics about them, be it oneshots or multi-chaptered fics. If my readers would like, I could write a lemon oneshot on this pairing as well. It all depends, so don’t be afraid to let me know ^^
I hope that you will enjoy this chapter and I look forward to hearing from you in the future.
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Chapter 9:
Gently closing the large bay windows in the lounge room, Tracey released a soft weary sigh to herself as she gazed out at the now still grounds of the laboratories, watching with a sense of relief as the Pokémon merrily ambled around on the grounds without a care in the world. She, as well as Gary had sent their Pokémon outside to make sure that all the other Pokémon that reside here were safe, healthy and accounted for.
And, much to Tracey's relief, no one was missing.
Suddenly feeling very tired, Tracey sighed again as she drew the curtains across, the sky outside darkening as the sun slowly started to set, signalling that the day was coming to an end.
“Well,” Tracey said as she broke the now deafening silence of the labs, something she would have normally enjoyed, but after so much 'excitement' and stress, the silence wasn't as reassuring as it used to be. In fact, it caused her to think about the many different ways she could have done better. "Today was something else, wasn’t it?"
Professor Oak was set to arrive either tomorrow or the next day, so the week they were supposed to spend together alone, just the two of them doing stuff that couples do, was nearly over. She was certain that Gary was mildly annoyed by that fact alone; not even starting on the way Ash accused her earlier in the day. He had apologized and she had accepted his sorry words, but Gary was probably still irritated by the whole thing.
Gary sat in the same seat he was in earlier when Tracey had to explain herself to the others and hadn't bothered to move to show the others out when they decided to leave, only getting up to check on the labs and to remove the security procedure Tracey put in place the moment Team Rocket made their presence known to them. He was still brooding about the entire event, surprisingly still annoyed that Ash, though having matured over the years, seemed to be taking a while to come to terms of Tracey's 'secret gender'.
Sure, he might have said sorry, but it still doesn't cut it with him. He wasn't the type to readily forgive anyone for causing Tracey to cry the way she did today.
"We should probably tell Gramps next," Gary said, not wanting a repeat of today as he motioned her over to him by raising a hand for her to take. "I don’t fancy another unintentional revealing like this."
"Yeah, you’re right," Tracey said as she breathed another deep sigh and made her way over to him, lifting her own hand and letting it slip into Gary's larger, more work harden hands. "I don’t either."
Instead of sitting next to him on the coach, Gary drew her down into her lap and Tracey made no attempt to move, instead, sinking down against him and wrapping her arms around his neck, seeking his comfort. It had been a long and tiring day and all she wanted to do now was sit here in Gary's arms and put this whole incident behind her.
Although she would have liked her secrets to be revealed in a less traumatic way, she was glad that a burden had been removed from her shoulders. She didn't have to worry anymore about her friends finding out and rejecting her; they knew now and while it was a bit much for them to take, they accepted her.
"How do you think he’ll take it?" she asked as she nuzzled her head under his chin.
"Knowing Pops, he’ll take it with surprisingly no argument," Gary said as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he ran soothing fingers through her hair. A grin of self-satisfaction appeared on his lips when he felt her sink even further into his embrace. "I think the reason why we haven’t told him is because we didn’t want him to give us tips on the prefect relationship."
Tracey's shook slightly as she chuckled with a mild sense of amusement as she too had heard Professor's story of his own true love many a time. He would say time and time again that his wife was the first person he fell in love with and they married when they were barely out of their teens. She was his first and only girlfriend; a trait that the Oak men seem to pass down from generation to generation.
"That’s true," she said as she lifted her head so she could look into his eyes. A soft smile graced her lips as they wordlessly gazed at each other, Gary's expression lightening into one of loving warmth, the expression she and their Pokémon were ever allowed to see.
Lifting her hand, Tracey delicately touched Gary's cheek, caressing it gently as the hand in her hair slipped down her neck to her shoulders, talented fingers seeking out the tenseness in the muscles and expertly soothing them away. She made a small hum of contentment and moved her hand to slip her fingers through his messy brown tresses, leaning forward so they are nose to nose.
"Gary?" she breathed.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you," Tracey said as she brushed her lips against his ever so lightly, causing Gary to suddenly tighten his hold on her. "For everything."
Gary stilled his hand on the back of her neck, holding her steady. He wanted to tell her that she didn't need to thank him for anything, but he knew that she would insist on it, so allowed her to say it this one time without argument. "My pleasure," he whispered, his lips moving sensually against hers as he spoke.
Then, not liking the distance between them anymore, he firmly pressed their lips together, pulling her into a deep kiss. A sigh of pleasure slipped from Tracey’s throat as Gary ran his tongue over her bottom lip, parting her lips to allow him entrance and the chance to deepen the kiss further. She just loved the way his tongue would curl around hers, the way he knew exactly what to do and where to touch her to set her body aflame. She had never felt this way for anyone before and deep within her heart she knew that Gary was the only person on this planet that could make her feel so content.
They continued to trade passionate kisses for a few drawn out moments, simply relishing in the feel of one another before Tracey drew back with a sigh and placed her finger to his lips, smiling softly at the blatant disappointment from the lack of contact in Gary’s eyes.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Tracey announced as she reluctantly removed herself from Gary’s lap and embrace. Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms until this whole ordeal was a distant memory. “Hopefully, I’ll feel better.”
“Why don’t you have an early night?” Gary suggested as he let his hands linger on Tracey’s hips, reluctant to let her go completely from his grasp. He hooked his fingers through the belt hoops of her shorts and looked up at her with a frown that held nothing but concern in it. “You’ve had quite an emotional day.”
Tracey shook her head slightly and then motioned with her hand to the labs, wincing when at the image of piles of paperwork sitting on her personal desk in the corner of the labs appeared in her mind. “But the labs-”
“I’ll take care of everything,” Gary interrupted her, rolling his eyes at her workaholic ways. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?”
Tracey knew better than to argue with Gary at this point in time and simply nodded in agreement. “Ok, I won’t,” she said as she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to grant her younger lover a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thanks Gary. I love you.”
“I love you as well,” Gary replied effortlessly, grinning cheekily as he let one of his hands slip down to playfully pinch Tracey on the butt, earning himself a squeak, a blush and a light hit to the back of the head as Tracey disentangled herself from his grip.
“Typical horny teenager,” she muttered under her breath, appearing adorably flustered. Ah, that was the expression Gary loved to see.
A sudden thought occurred to Gary and he got up from his seat to follow Tracey into the bedroom as she retrieved a set of clothes for her to get changed into after she has a shower. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe.
Tracey glanced up from what she was doing for a moment to regard him. “What is it?”
“What was your previous name anyway?”
Tracey immediately stopped what she was doing and gave him her full attention, slightly surprised by the question. “Why do you want to know?” she asked as she tilted her head to the side in question.
Gary gave a carefree shrug, a casual grin on his lips. “Just curious.”
It had been so long since anyone has asked her what her previous name was that it took Tracey a moment to remember it.
“Well, it was Kenya Moselle,” she replied, feeling slightly awkward at saying her name out loud as after she fled her hometown and previous mentor, she vowed to herself that she would never say her real name out loud ever again. She was fearful that if anyone should say her name out loud, someone from Team Rocket might overhear and start their pursuit of her again.
But she trusted Gary; he would never do anything to put her in danger. Besides, he knew everything else about her, so why not her real name?
“Apparently, my last name meant ‘drawn from the water’,” she added with a shrug.
“Kenya, huh?” Gary said as he let the name roll off his tongue. It was a pretty name and it suited her rather well. “I like it.”
For some reason, that caused Tracey to laugh softly to herself. She didn’t know why, but she felt a sense of relief that Gary knew her previous name.
“I’m going to have a shower now,” she said and moved passed him, lingering for a moment to kiss his cheek.
She stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door, but not locking it behind her. Shedding herself of her clothes, Tracey turned the shower on and got it to the temperature that was the most comfortable and stepped under the spray. She enjoyed having showers just before bed as they always seemed to help her unwind and relax after a long day of work. She loved the way the water felt against her skin, soothing and invigorating at the same time.
And after the day she just had, this was going to be a long shower, no doubt about that.
A few long moments drifted by before a soft gasp passed her lips when a very naked male body slipped in behind her, firm hands settling on her hips as a pair of lips pressed themselves on the back of her neck, scattering light kisses along her shoulders and neck.
“Gary,” she murmured as she tilted her head to the side, allowing him further access to the subtleness of her throat.
She knew he couldn’t resist joining her in the shower, but she was glad for his presence nonetheless as she leaned back into his embrace, her back flushed against his chest as his arms moved to wrap around her waist.
Her wearies of the world was soon forgotten as they quickly lost themselves in each other, hands touching and caressing, the water cascading down their bodies, now joined together in an intimate display of devotion and love. Whispered words of endearment passed their lips, scattering butterfly kisses trailing over tender flesh. Hands explored bodies they knew so well yet could not get enough off, the tenderness in their simple touches filling their hearts with contented warmth. Their kisses were deep and passionate, yet soft and gentle at the same time.
Clinging onto Gary’ shoulders, her face buried in the crook of his neck, Tracey released a deep sigh as Gary kissed her temple, the two of them slowly coming down from their highs.
“Feeling better?” Gary asked with a smug grin, clearly fishing for compliments.
“Mmm hmm,” Tracey murmured in reply, sighing softly as she moved away from Gary’s warmth and gave him a small smile. “How about something to eat before bed?”
“Sounds good,” Gary replied with a grin.
Tracey rolled her eyes at the response but kissed his cheek affectionately nonetheless. “Stay here and finish up,” she said as she reluctantly pushed away from him. “I’ll make some sandwiches or something.”
They shared yet another lingering kiss before Tracey stepped out of the shower and quickly dried herself off using a towel, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she could fee Gary’s eyes greedily taking in her naked form.
Slipping on her night clothes that consisted of a simple pair of pyjama shorts and a singlet top that folded to the curves of her figure, Tracey stepped out of the bathroom and made her way down stairs, a towel on the top of her head to dry her hair.
“I’m home!” A familiar voice suddenly announced.
“Ah, Professor!” Tracey said as she whipped the towel from her head and dropped it on the floor, clearly shocked to see her mentor home so suddenly. And not to mention the fact that he was so sudden and discreet in his entrance to the labs, that she did not have time to race into her room and place her bandages on.
“You’re back early...” she trailed off when she realized that the elderly man was no staring at her in complete surprise. She took a meek step backwards, one of her hands timidly moving to her chest.
This conversation would most likely prove to be an awkward one.
But then Professor Oak’s expression brightened considerably and he started laughing almost joyously. Ok, that was not the type of reaction she had been expecting from the elderly professor. She had expected him to be more...professional, asking the reasons why she was dressing the way she was in a calm demeanour.
“Haha, it seems like you have finally embraced your femineity!” he said as he took a step forward and placed a hand on top of Tracey’s head, messing up her hair in a sign of affection.
Tracey was quite literally stunned by his reaction and she pulled away from his grasp, appearing undeniably frazzled and bewildered. “I...what?” she stuttered as she placed her hands on her head to attempt to sooth down the messy tresses.
“About time,” Oak said as he folded an arm over his chest, the other moving to stroke his chin as he appeared deep in scientific thought. “I was wondering when you would get sick of hiding. It’s been years!”
“You knew?” Tracey asked, openly gaping at her mentor and employer. She couldn’t believe it! After years of agonizing about how she would tell the professor why she was hiding her gender, he knew all along?
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she spluttered at him, her face taking on a pinkish colour from embarrassment.
The professor then closed his eyes, appearing to fall deeper into thought. “Hmm, I guess it just never came up in conversation,” he simply replied, causing Tracey to literally deadpan at his response.
“I guess not...” she murmured in reply.
“What’s all the noise about?” Came Gary’s voice, seemingly annoyed at all the noise. He soon appeared in sight dressed in only a pair of worn jeans and a towel hanging over his shoulders. He then froze, his gaze immediately falling onto his form of his grandfather before shifting over to that of his frazzled girlfriend, who was not wearing her bandages.
“Gramps, you’re back...early,” he said slowly.
“Ah, Gary my boy,” Oak said as he walked over to his grandson, grabbing his hand and shaking it in as if he was congratulating him, his other hand patting his shoulder with a sense of pride. “You’ve made a brilliant choice. I am very proud of you.”
Now, it was Gary’s turn to appear frazzled and confused. “Huh?”
“Why, choosing Tracey as your girlfriend, of course,” Oak explained, smiling widely at his grandson. “Ah, I can remember when I was your age-”
“Wait, you knew?!” Gary loudly interrupted his grandfather, his face creasing into a look of pure annoyance. “How? We were being careful!”
The professor simply scoffed at his grandson. “I might be getting on in years, Gary my boy, but I’m not blind or senile yet. You can’t hide anything from me.”
He then turned his attention back to Tracey. He offered her a warm smile and placed a hand on her shoulder in a sign of acceptance and reassurance. “Congratulations,” he said. “I know the two of you will be very happy together.”
At first Tracey didn’t know what to say, but soon a soft smile appeared on her lips, a heavy burden being lifted from her shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Haha!” Professor Oak suddenly laughed again, seemingly over happy about the whole situation and trekked further into the house. “Wait until I tell Delia, she’ll be so happy!”
Gary watched as his grandfather disappeared from his sight and slumped his posture forward, his eyebrow twitching violently above his right eye. “All this time...”
“We were hiding for nothing,” Tracey finished for him, confirming what just transpired and how quickly it was all over with. If only her conversation with Ash and the others went as quickly and smoothly.
“I should have know the old man knew something,” Gary muttered darkly under his breath and slapped himself on the forehead at a sudden realization. “He was always giving me those knowing looks.” He then raked an angry hand through his still slightly damp hair. “Argh, I can’t believe I didn’t realize back then!”
Truthfully, Tracey was feeling too relieved to be angry with the professor; she was just happy that he was so accepting of her true gender and her relationship with his grandson. In fact, he was very supportive, even congratulating them.
“What’s done is done, we can’t change anything.” she said to her brooding boyfriend, placing her hands on his back in an attempt to calm him down. “Well, at least I don’t have to wear those bandages anymore,” she added with a smile.
“That’s true,” Gary said as he perked up a little and turned around to face her, a feral grin appearing on his lips and a predatory look in his eyes. “We also don’t have to wait until he leaves the room, either.”
Tracey immediately blushed at the words and tried to take a step to back away. “Gary, wait! We still have to be discreet about this kind of thing!”
But Gary didn’t bother with a verbal response, instead simply grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her upstairs, pushing her into her room and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it soundly.
Now that their secret relationship was secret no more, he had to make up for lost time. It was only natural, right?
Summary: With Tracey a female in disguise, 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?
AN: Hello there, everyone. Yes, this is indeed the last chapter to this fic, but fear not, I will definitely write more Gary/fem!Tracey fics in the future. I love this pairing too much and there aren’t enough of them, so I have made it my duty to write more fics about them, be it oneshots or multi-chaptered fics. If my readers would like, I could write a lemon oneshot on this pairing as well. It all depends, so don’t be afraid to let me know ^^
I hope that you will enjoy this chapter and I look forward to hearing from you in the future.
-
Chapter 9:
Gently closing the large bay windows in the lounge room, Tracey released a soft weary sigh to herself as she gazed out at the now still grounds of the laboratories, watching with a sense of relief as the Pokémon merrily ambled around on the grounds without a care in the world. She, as well as Gary had sent their Pokémon outside to make sure that all the other Pokémon that reside here were safe, healthy and accounted for.
And, much to Tracey's relief, no one was missing.
Suddenly feeling very tired, Tracey sighed again as she drew the curtains across, the sky outside darkening as the sun slowly started to set, signalling that the day was coming to an end.
“Well,” Tracey said as she broke the now deafening silence of the labs, something she would have normally enjoyed, but after so much 'excitement' and stress, the silence wasn't as reassuring as it used to be. In fact, it caused her to think about the many different ways she could have done better. "Today was something else, wasn’t it?"
Professor Oak was set to arrive either tomorrow or the next day, so the week they were supposed to spend together alone, just the two of them doing stuff that couples do, was nearly over. She was certain that Gary was mildly annoyed by that fact alone; not even starting on the way Ash accused her earlier in the day. He had apologized and she had accepted his sorry words, but Gary was probably still irritated by the whole thing.
Gary sat in the same seat he was in earlier when Tracey had to explain herself to the others and hadn't bothered to move to show the others out when they decided to leave, only getting up to check on the labs and to remove the security procedure Tracey put in place the moment Team Rocket made their presence known to them. He was still brooding about the entire event, surprisingly still annoyed that Ash, though having matured over the years, seemed to be taking a while to come to terms of Tracey's 'secret gender'.
Sure, he might have said sorry, but it still doesn't cut it with him. He wasn't the type to readily forgive anyone for causing Tracey to cry the way she did today.
"We should probably tell Gramps next," Gary said, not wanting a repeat of today as he motioned her over to him by raising a hand for her to take. "I don’t fancy another unintentional revealing like this."
"Yeah, you’re right," Tracey said as she breathed another deep sigh and made her way over to him, lifting her own hand and letting it slip into Gary's larger, more work harden hands. "I don’t either."
Instead of sitting next to him on the coach, Gary drew her down into her lap and Tracey made no attempt to move, instead, sinking down against him and wrapping her arms around his neck, seeking his comfort. It had been a long and tiring day and all she wanted to do now was sit here in Gary's arms and put this whole incident behind her.
Although she would have liked her secrets to be revealed in a less traumatic way, she was glad that a burden had been removed from her shoulders. She didn't have to worry anymore about her friends finding out and rejecting her; they knew now and while it was a bit much for them to take, they accepted her.
"How do you think he’ll take it?" she asked as she nuzzled her head under his chin.
"Knowing Pops, he’ll take it with surprisingly no argument," Gary said as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he ran soothing fingers through her hair. A grin of self-satisfaction appeared on his lips when he felt her sink even further into his embrace. "I think the reason why we haven’t told him is because we didn’t want him to give us tips on the prefect relationship."
Tracey's shook slightly as she chuckled with a mild sense of amusement as she too had heard Professor's story of his own true love many a time. He would say time and time again that his wife was the first person he fell in love with and they married when they were barely out of their teens. She was his first and only girlfriend; a trait that the Oak men seem to pass down from generation to generation.
"That’s true," she said as she lifted her head so she could look into his eyes. A soft smile graced her lips as they wordlessly gazed at each other, Gary's expression lightening into one of loving warmth, the expression she and their Pokémon were ever allowed to see.
Lifting her hand, Tracey delicately touched Gary's cheek, caressing it gently as the hand in her hair slipped down her neck to her shoulders, talented fingers seeking out the tenseness in the muscles and expertly soothing them away. She made a small hum of contentment and moved her hand to slip her fingers through his messy brown tresses, leaning forward so they are nose to nose.
"Gary?" she breathed.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you," Tracey said as she brushed her lips against his ever so lightly, causing Gary to suddenly tighten his hold on her. "For everything."
Gary stilled his hand on the back of her neck, holding her steady. He wanted to tell her that she didn't need to thank him for anything, but he knew that she would insist on it, so allowed her to say it this one time without argument. "My pleasure," he whispered, his lips moving sensually against hers as he spoke.
Then, not liking the distance between them anymore, he firmly pressed their lips together, pulling her into a deep kiss. A sigh of pleasure slipped from Tracey’s throat as Gary ran his tongue over her bottom lip, parting her lips to allow him entrance and the chance to deepen the kiss further. She just loved the way his tongue would curl around hers, the way he knew exactly what to do and where to touch her to set her body aflame. She had never felt this way for anyone before and deep within her heart she knew that Gary was the only person on this planet that could make her feel so content.
They continued to trade passionate kisses for a few drawn out moments, simply relishing in the feel of one another before Tracey drew back with a sigh and placed her finger to his lips, smiling softly at the blatant disappointment from the lack of contact in Gary’s eyes.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Tracey announced as she reluctantly removed herself from Gary’s lap and embrace. Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms until this whole ordeal was a distant memory. “Hopefully, I’ll feel better.”
“Why don’t you have an early night?” Gary suggested as he let his hands linger on Tracey’s hips, reluctant to let her go completely from his grasp. He hooked his fingers through the belt hoops of her shorts and looked up at her with a frown that held nothing but concern in it. “You’ve had quite an emotional day.”
Tracey shook her head slightly and then motioned with her hand to the labs, wincing when at the image of piles of paperwork sitting on her personal desk in the corner of the labs appeared in her mind. “But the labs-”
“I’ll take care of everything,” Gary interrupted her, rolling his eyes at her workaholic ways. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?”
Tracey knew better than to argue with Gary at this point in time and simply nodded in agreement. “Ok, I won’t,” she said as she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to grant her younger lover a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thanks Gary. I love you.”
“I love you as well,” Gary replied effortlessly, grinning cheekily as he let one of his hands slip down to playfully pinch Tracey on the butt, earning himself a squeak, a blush and a light hit to the back of the head as Tracey disentangled herself from his grip.
“Typical horny teenager,” she muttered under her breath, appearing adorably flustered. Ah, that was the expression Gary loved to see.
A sudden thought occurred to Gary and he got up from his seat to follow Tracey into the bedroom as she retrieved a set of clothes for her to get changed into after she has a shower. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe.
Tracey glanced up from what she was doing for a moment to regard him. “What is it?”
“What was your previous name anyway?”
Tracey immediately stopped what she was doing and gave him her full attention, slightly surprised by the question. “Why do you want to know?” she asked as she tilted her head to the side in question.
Gary gave a carefree shrug, a casual grin on his lips. “Just curious.”
It had been so long since anyone has asked her what her previous name was that it took Tracey a moment to remember it.
“Well, it was Kenya Moselle,” she replied, feeling slightly awkward at saying her name out loud as after she fled her hometown and previous mentor, she vowed to herself that she would never say her real name out loud ever again. She was fearful that if anyone should say her name out loud, someone from Team Rocket might overhear and start their pursuit of her again.
But she trusted Gary; he would never do anything to put her in danger. Besides, he knew everything else about her, so why not her real name?
“Apparently, my last name meant ‘drawn from the water’,” she added with a shrug.
“Kenya, huh?” Gary said as he let the name roll off his tongue. It was a pretty name and it suited her rather well. “I like it.”
For some reason, that caused Tracey to laugh softly to herself. She didn’t know why, but she felt a sense of relief that Gary knew her previous name.
“I’m going to have a shower now,” she said and moved passed him, lingering for a moment to kiss his cheek.
She stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door, but not locking it behind her. Shedding herself of her clothes, Tracey turned the shower on and got it to the temperature that was the most comfortable and stepped under the spray. She enjoyed having showers just before bed as they always seemed to help her unwind and relax after a long day of work. She loved the way the water felt against her skin, soothing and invigorating at the same time.
And after the day she just had, this was going to be a long shower, no doubt about that.
A few long moments drifted by before a soft gasp passed her lips when a very naked male body slipped in behind her, firm hands settling on her hips as a pair of lips pressed themselves on the back of her neck, scattering light kisses along her shoulders and neck.
“Gary,” she murmured as she tilted her head to the side, allowing him further access to the subtleness of her throat.
She knew he couldn’t resist joining her in the shower, but she was glad for his presence nonetheless as she leaned back into his embrace, her back flushed against his chest as his arms moved to wrap around her waist.
Her wearies of the world was soon forgotten as they quickly lost themselves in each other, hands touching and caressing, the water cascading down their bodies, now joined together in an intimate display of devotion and love. Whispered words of endearment passed their lips, scattering butterfly kisses trailing over tender flesh. Hands explored bodies they knew so well yet could not get enough off, the tenderness in their simple touches filling their hearts with contented warmth. Their kisses were deep and passionate, yet soft and gentle at the same time.
Clinging onto Gary’ shoulders, her face buried in the crook of his neck, Tracey released a deep sigh as Gary kissed her temple, the two of them slowly coming down from their highs.
“Feeling better?” Gary asked with a smug grin, clearly fishing for compliments.
“Mmm hmm,” Tracey murmured in reply, sighing softly as she moved away from Gary’s warmth and gave him a small smile. “How about something to eat before bed?”
“Sounds good,” Gary replied with a grin.
Tracey rolled her eyes at the response but kissed his cheek affectionately nonetheless. “Stay here and finish up,” she said as she reluctantly pushed away from him. “I’ll make some sandwiches or something.”
They shared yet another lingering kiss before Tracey stepped out of the shower and quickly dried herself off using a towel, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she could fee Gary’s eyes greedily taking in her naked form.
Slipping on her night clothes that consisted of a simple pair of pyjama shorts and a singlet top that folded to the curves of her figure, Tracey stepped out of the bathroom and made her way down stairs, a towel on the top of her head to dry her hair.
“I’m home!” A familiar voice suddenly announced.
“Ah, Professor!” Tracey said as she whipped the towel from her head and dropped it on the floor, clearly shocked to see her mentor home so suddenly. And not to mention the fact that he was so sudden and discreet in his entrance to the labs, that she did not have time to race into her room and place her bandages on.
“You’re back early...” she trailed off when she realized that the elderly man was no staring at her in complete surprise. She took a meek step backwards, one of her hands timidly moving to her chest.
This conversation would most likely prove to be an awkward one.
But then Professor Oak’s expression brightened considerably and he started laughing almost joyously. Ok, that was not the type of reaction she had been expecting from the elderly professor. She had expected him to be more...professional, asking the reasons why she was dressing the way she was in a calm demeanour.
“Haha, it seems like you have finally embraced your femineity!” he said as he took a step forward and placed a hand on top of Tracey’s head, messing up her hair in a sign of affection.
Tracey was quite literally stunned by his reaction and she pulled away from his grasp, appearing undeniably frazzled and bewildered. “I...what?” she stuttered as she placed her hands on her head to attempt to sooth down the messy tresses.
“About time,” Oak said as he folded an arm over his chest, the other moving to stroke his chin as he appeared deep in scientific thought. “I was wondering when you would get sick of hiding. It’s been years!”
“You knew?” Tracey asked, openly gaping at her mentor and employer. She couldn’t believe it! After years of agonizing about how she would tell the professor why she was hiding her gender, he knew all along?
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she spluttered at him, her face taking on a pinkish colour from embarrassment.
The professor then closed his eyes, appearing to fall deeper into thought. “Hmm, I guess it just never came up in conversation,” he simply replied, causing Tracey to literally deadpan at his response.
“I guess not...” she murmured in reply.
“What’s all the noise about?” Came Gary’s voice, seemingly annoyed at all the noise. He soon appeared in sight dressed in only a pair of worn jeans and a towel hanging over his shoulders. He then froze, his gaze immediately falling onto his form of his grandfather before shifting over to that of his frazzled girlfriend, who was not wearing her bandages.
“Gramps, you’re back...early,” he said slowly.
“Ah, Gary my boy,” Oak said as he walked over to his grandson, grabbing his hand and shaking it in as if he was congratulating him, his other hand patting his shoulder with a sense of pride. “You’ve made a brilliant choice. I am very proud of you.”
Now, it was Gary’s turn to appear frazzled and confused. “Huh?”
“Why, choosing Tracey as your girlfriend, of course,” Oak explained, smiling widely at his grandson. “Ah, I can remember when I was your age-”
“Wait, you knew?!” Gary loudly interrupted his grandfather, his face creasing into a look of pure annoyance. “How? We were being careful!”
The professor simply scoffed at his grandson. “I might be getting on in years, Gary my boy, but I’m not blind or senile yet. You can’t hide anything from me.”
He then turned his attention back to Tracey. He offered her a warm smile and placed a hand on her shoulder in a sign of acceptance and reassurance. “Congratulations,” he said. “I know the two of you will be very happy together.”
At first Tracey didn’t know what to say, but soon a soft smile appeared on her lips, a heavy burden being lifted from her shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Haha!” Professor Oak suddenly laughed again, seemingly over happy about the whole situation and trekked further into the house. “Wait until I tell Delia, she’ll be so happy!”
Gary watched as his grandfather disappeared from his sight and slumped his posture forward, his eyebrow twitching violently above his right eye. “All this time...”
“We were hiding for nothing,” Tracey finished for him, confirming what just transpired and how quickly it was all over with. If only her conversation with Ash and the others went as quickly and smoothly.
“I should have know the old man knew something,” Gary muttered darkly under his breath and slapped himself on the forehead at a sudden realization. “He was always giving me those knowing looks.” He then raked an angry hand through his still slightly damp hair. “Argh, I can’t believe I didn’t realize back then!”
Truthfully, Tracey was feeling too relieved to be angry with the professor; she was just happy that he was so accepting of her true gender and her relationship with his grandson. In fact, he was very supportive, even congratulating them.
“What’s done is done, we can’t change anything.” she said to her brooding boyfriend, placing her hands on his back in an attempt to calm him down. “Well, at least I don’t have to wear those bandages anymore,” she added with a smile.
“That’s true,” Gary said as he perked up a little and turned around to face her, a feral grin appearing on his lips and a predatory look in his eyes. “We also don’t have to wait until he leaves the room, either.”
Tracey immediately blushed at the words and tried to take a step to back away. “Gary, wait! We still have to be discreet about this kind of thing!”
But Gary didn’t bother with a verbal response, instead simply grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her upstairs, pushing her into her room and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it soundly.
Now that their secret relationship was secret no more, he had to make up for lost time. It was only natural, right?