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Queens ch.16
🕑 Added 2023-11-20 11:00:02 +0000 UTCGabrielle tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear and smiled at him. It conveyed the tenderness and vulnerability that deepened Harry's
Gabrielle tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear and smiled at him. It conveyed the tenderness and vulnerability that deepened Harry's feelings for her. "Why are you looking at us like that?"
He shrugged. "In what way?"
Gabrielle picked up a stone from the water, its surface flat and smooth, perfect for skipping. "I don't know. Like..."
"I love you, Beck," Harry said, as if that held all the answers.
Her cheeks flushed, and for a moment, she averted her gaze. But within seconds, she locked her shining green eyes onto his, stealing the spotlight. "I love you too."
"It looks like a good skipping stone," Harry remarked. "Ladies, any experience with skipping stones?"
Tracey furrowed her brow, squinting against the sunlight. She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, and the way her face scrunched up made her cute button nose wrinkle, and the lines around her eyes gave her an endearing expression. "Across the water? No."
"Yes," Harry removed his sandals and waded through the water until he stood between them.
"I've tried," Gabrielle admitted, "but I'm terrible at it." "You're not terrible at anything," Harry reassured her. "Well, maybe one thing."
Gabrielle's jaw dropped in playful shock, accompanied by laughter. "Harry Potter, I'll report you to your grandpa." "Really? He'd love to hear all the juicy details," Harry joked. "Should I give him a call?"
Tracey chuckled, and Gabrielle playfully slapped Harry. "Alright, Mr. Stone Skipping Expert," Gabrielle challenged him. "Let's see your skills in action."
"Grandpa taught me the ropes," Harry explained. "I'm not an expert, but it's good fun." He scanned the stones at his feet, selecting one flat enough. "It's all in the wrist."
Taking a side stance, he flicked the stone, snapping his wrist at the right moment. The stone skipped three times before sinking beneath the water. "My turn," Tracey declared. She found a suitable stone. "Is this okay?"
"Sure," Harry nodded. "Use your arm and give it a wrist flick."
The instructions seemed simple in theory, but Tracey's attempt failed as the stone splashed a few feet away and disappeared underwater. "Oops," Tracey said with a smile, while Gabrielle burst into laughter. "Maybe I should provide some assistance," Harry suggested. "Oui," Tracey agreed, looking at him, squinting in the sun.
Finding another stone, she felt Harry wrap his arm around her, pulling her closer. "Lean in," Harry instructed, his excitement pressing against her back. The warmth of her curves against his body aroused him, and his flaccid state quickly gave way to a growing erection.
"Like this?" Tracey inquired, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and extending her arm to the side, holding the stone between her thumb and forefinger.
"You need a slight wrist twist. Let me guide you," Harry leaned closer, sliding his hand along her arm, and gently adjusting the angle of her wrist.
Gabrielle watched from a few steps away, hands on her hips, a smile on her face. "This is the sexiest stone-skipping tutorial in history."
With one hand on Tracey's abdomen and the other encircling her wrist, Harry's chest pressed snugly against her back, and his face nestled against her ear.
He inhaled her warm scent, raw desire surging through him. Her hair tickled his nose, and the warmth of her body radiated onto his.
Tracey pressed her back into his growing arousal.
"Can I throw it now?" She asked in a husky voice. Harry's lips brushed her earlobe, planting delicate kisses down her neck. His hand slid upward along her stomach, cupping her firm breast, eliciting a soft moan as her nipple moved beneath her shirt. "In just a moment," he whispered.
Tracey tilted her head back, letting the stone slip from her fingers into the water. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as she stood tall, her body pressed against Harry's.
Harry turned his delicate English goddess to face him. She was soft, petite, and exuded sensuality. His rigid arousal pressed into her abdomen, unyielding and eager. Wrapping his hands around her pert backside, he pulled her closer, and their lips found each other in a hungry kiss.
A soft moan escaped Tracey's parted lips, their tongues entwining with warmth and slickness. Her arms encircled his neck, and her full breasts pressed against his chest.
She tasted like mint and fresh bubblegum, a sweet blend reminiscent of French pastries. The embrace felt natural, as if their mouths were old companions. Her tongue was an exhilarating ride, and he grabbed her shapely rear, pulling her closer, while Gabrielle's arms wrapped around him from behind.
Tracey's fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his neck, her breath mingling with his.
One hand reached back, gripping Gabrielle's butt, ensuring she was included. Leaving her out was not an option; he wanted both Tracey and Gabrielle to feel his unwavering love. That was paramount—neither of them should ever feel second best.
Tracey's moans reverberated in his mouth, their tongues moving along with warmth and slippery glides.
Their connection was surreal, bodies pressed together. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back, still holding Tracey close with his arm, inviting Gabrielle into their embrace.
Gabrielle settled between him and Tracey, wrapping her arms around them. Rising on her toes, she kissed him, picking up where Tracey left off.
Parting her lips, she met Gabrielle's tongue, and her kiss bore her distinctive touch. Comparing these two sensations was like choosing between warm apple pie and strawberries with cream. Each was exquisite in its own right. His senses spun as their tongues danced, their touch familiar yet uniquely Gabrielle's. His hand slid down her spine and gripped her buttocks, eliciting soft moans during the kiss.
They engaged in a fiery dance of lips and tongues, charged with electric desire. When Tracey pressed herself against them, he pulled away, giving them room to breathe.
Tracey and Gabrielle kissed, their tongues intertwining, eyes closed. Pink lips explored each other, and their heated bodies melded together. They devoured each other like ravenous animals presented with a feast. Hunger was palpable, moans mingled with the sounds of fervent kisses. Harry's hands slipped into the back of their shorts, their skin warm and enticing beneath his touch.
Above them, whistles and cheers pierced the air.
Suddenly, they tore themselves apart and looked in the direction of the source.
Three college-age boys leaned against the railing, grinning at them.
Harry sighed, withdrawing his hands from their shorts. "It was good while it lasted."
Tracey clung to his waist, making obscene gestures at the onlookers. Her words were unintelligible to him, but her tone was clear. Beside her, Gabrielle laughed and entwined her fingers with his.
"Let's go," she suggested. "Let's see where this day takes us."
An hour later, they drove into a charming seaside town that looked like it was straight out of a Hallmark movie, only to encounter a roadblock. A sign indicated road closure due to a parade. Just beyond the barricade stood a lone police car, while people crowded the charming main street. The picturesque scene included quaint shops - an ice cream parlor, a fudge emporium, an antique store, and an adjacent restaurant. Residents and tourists occupied the sidewalks, sitting on blankets, garden chairs, or even the curb.
Teenage boys tossed a ball, while distant sounds of live music filled the air.
In the back, Tracey leaned forward, peering through the front windshield. "Can we stay and watch?"
Harry chuckled. "That's exactly why we're here." "I'm just not sure about parking," Gabrielle noted. "Wait here," Harry said, stepping out of the van to talk to a friendly policeman stationed on the other side of the barricade.
He returned a moment later. "We can park on the neighboring streets, and there are still a few spots available in the city park along the parade route." Gabrielle clapped her hands and smiled, radiating excitement. "Looks like it's going to be a great time."
Tracey squeezed into the front seat with Gabrielle, their closeness reflecting their anticipation. Harry maneuvered the van, finding a suitable parking spot. Once outside, they held hands and headed towards the parade.
With Tracey on one side and Gabrielle on the other, Harry felt like an unstoppable force. They strolled through bustling streets, turning heads and garnering jealous looks. A smile settled on his face, one that couldn't be erased.
Gabrielle pointed to a hill on the other side of the park. "How about over there?"
Vendor stalls offered everything from craft beer to elephant ears. A band played on the central park stage, drawing a crowd, but most people lined the parade route as hordes of children eagerly awaited a candy shower.
"Great idea," Harry led them to the top of the hill, where they took seats on the lush grass. The slope was gentle, long, and comfortable, with most of the crowd gathered near the lower part of the route.
Sitting down, Gabrielle and Tracey exchanged hushed words.
Tracey shook her head, and Gabrielle agreed.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
"Nothing," Gabrielle replied. "I'm going to get a beer. I'll be right back."
Getting up, Harry offered to accompany her. "I'll come with you."
"No," Gabrielle declined. "You two stay put. I'll be quick." With those words, she darted toward the vendor stands.
Tracey looked at him, her cheeks flushed. She averted her gaze, appearing embarrassed. "Gabrielle doesn't mind, you know?" Harry reassured her. "You're not alone in this."
Standing there, Tracey was a picture of sweetness, with folded hands and a downward gaze. She shot him a quick glance, forcing a smile. "Yes, I know. But it's just..."
Harry sat down on the grass and extended his hand. "Come here, let's talk."
Tracey took his hand and sat beside him, their legs touching. As they conversed, she plucked at the grass, staring at the ground.
"What's bothering you?" Harry asked. "We're all here because we wanted to be. But I feel like something's holding us back."
She lifted her gaze and looked at him, her eyes glistening. "I didn't think that..."
"What?" Harry inquired.
She averted her gaze, focusing on the parade route. "You and Gabrielle are in love. She loves you, and you told her you love her."
"Are you worried? Do you feel jealous?" Furrowing her brow, Tracey shook her head. "I'm not jealous, but what if I want something more than just a physical relationship?" Tears welled up in her eyes.
"You're not sure?" Harry asked, gently stroking the back of her hand. She wiped her eyes and sniffled. "Sure about what?" "Tracey, I've fallen in love with you. I'm all in."
She abruptly turned her head to look at him. "Don't play games with me, Harry." She enunciated his name carefully. "I won't tolerate it."
"I'm not playing any games," Harry declared, gently squeezing her hand. "From the day we met, there was something between us. It has only grown stronger since then. And when I saw you standing in the water today, I knew I loved you."
Tracey averted her gaze, tears staining her cheeks. "What color are my eyes?"
Chuckling, Harry replied, "When you're angry or happy?"
"Because their color changes. Blue. When you laugh, golden specks appear, giving them extra sparkle. But when you're angry or intensely focused, the gold disappears, replaced by shades of brown. Then they almost turn gray." She turned to him once more, locking her teary eyes with his.
Harry gently brushed a strand of Tracey's blond hair from her tear-stained cheek. "Sweetheart, I've etched every contour of your face into my memory, every soft line and curve. Each day reveals something new, and I cherish it, dazzled by your eternal beauty. Today, for the first time, I noticed your dimples."
Her chin quivered, and she tightly squeezed his hand. "They appear when I'm truly happy."
He leaned in and kissed her. "I love you just as much as Gabrielle. You're not second best." His fingers tangled in her glistening hair. "It's a tie at the top. Do you understand?"
She nodded, melting into his embrace. "I love you too. I was just scared to say it."
He held her close, inhaling the delicate, flowery scent of her hair. "Tracey Davis, I love you. It's sincere."
