The Art of Being Prepared

by Susan L. Carr

Copyright © December 2005

skeeter451@mysticmuse.net

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All non-original characters herein belong to persons such as Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, WB, etc, etc, etc, rather than me, myself and I. All Watchers characters belong to CN Winters and the wonderful Watchers staff. No compensation is received by me, only the pleasure I take in writing it.
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Feedback: Always welcome.
Spoilers: Watchers: Episode 306 – Luna
Author's Notes: This scene really was part of the Luna outline, but due to the craziness of the episode, it got cut. I thought it was worth telling though, even if it is not my normal oeuvre as Andrew would say. I started it while my power off due to Hurricane Wilma and I had nothing better to do on my day off but sit in a coffee café and write as my laptop and cell phone charged.
Thanks to Mercury for the title graphic!
Pairing: Andrew/Tracey

Tracey came out of the bathroom into Andrew's darkened bedroom to find the housekeeper standing before his altar lighting candles. She paused a moment while he finished. Andrew clutched the pentagram he wore around his neck and bowed, uttering a soft "So mote it be," under his breath. He finally turned around.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come back in," he said, a blush rising in his face.

"It's okay," she said moving forward. "Thanks for the loan of the clothes," she said looking down at the oversized sweat shirt she was wearing. The color matched the sweat suit he was wearing. "I felt silly in that stupid bikini."

"No problem," he said. "Are you sure you don't want the pants, too?"

She smiled at his blush. "Nope, this is good." She walked over to the altar, feeling his eyes on her bare legs. "Is this for Samhain?"

"Yes," Andrew replied, joining her. Three large pillar candles were burning brightly in front of two small figurines of the goddess and god.

"Who are they for?" she asked in a whisper indicating the candles.

Andrew pointed to the candle on the left. "This one is for Warren and Jonathan and Katrina and Tara and the security guard whose name I never knew and for all the other people I hurt during that dark time of my life."

Tracey reached out and took his hand. Andrew pointed to the middle candle. "This one is for Amanda and Rona and Marsha and Howard and all the other Slayers and Watchers who I've known and passed on."

"And this one?" she asked indicating the one on the right.

"That one…" Andrew paused and then said, "That one is for Anya and Mora, two women who I…"

"Loved?" she asked turning to look into his eyes.

Andrew looked down. "I think so," he said. "At least, in some small way, but more importantly, I'll never forget that they gave their lives for me. Every day I try to remember their sacrifice and to do them proud."

"You do," she said emphatically. "With every meal you serve, with every laugh you inspire, you prove your worth. And tonight…saving Dawn…that was awesome!"

"You saved her, too," he said, his somber mood finally lifting. "The way you hacked into that computer system…I've never seen anything so cool."

"We make a good team," she said with a huge smile.

"Yeah, just like Emma Peel and Mr. Steed."

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

"The Mod Squad."

Tracey's smile grew sultry as she said, "James Bond and Pussy Galore."

Andrew's face suffused with color. "Uh, yeah…that's a good one."

Tracey started to lead him over to the bed.

"Um, Tracey…did you want to go play Shining Force? I've got the Playstation all set up in the media room." Andrew's voice got jitterier the closer they got to the bed.

"I want to play," she said, "but not on the Playstation."

"Oh, then how about some chess or…"

"Andrew…" she said firmly. "Sit down."

Andrew's legs gave out and he fell on the bed. Tracey pushed him until his back was resting against the headboard. While he watched in astonishment, she climbed on the bed and straddled his lap, her hips snuggling close to his as the shirt rode up her thighs.

"Oh goddess," he whispered and looked down. "You're not…you're not wearing any underwear."

"Does that bother you?" she asked leaning forward to nibble on his neck. "You've seen naked women before."

"That's…that's different," he said. "Being skyclad during ritual is not like being naked…perfect love and perfect trust and all that."

"Do you trust me?" she asked and he groaned as she pressed her hips against his.

"Y-yes," he said.

She leaned back so she could look in his eyes. "And do you love me?"

He nodded, "I-I do," he answered with a shy smile.

"And what does the goddess tell you?"

The tenseness in his body finally relaxed and he said firmly, "That all acts of love and pleasure are her rituals."

She nodded in agreement. "Then this shouldn't bother you," she said as she quickly stripped off the sweat shirt.

Andrew's mouth dropped open as her body was revealed to him. He looked first at her breasts and then down the smooth plane of her stomach to where her glistening mound was resting against the bulge in his sweats. "Oh Tracey," he said, finally looking back at her face, his eyes moist. "You're so beautiful." As if drawn, his eyes returned to her breasts, each nipple sporting a golden ring.

She leaned close again, pressing her lips against his. "Can I see you, too?" she whispered, her breath tickling his lips.

Andrew nodded again, and she drew back again to lift his sweatshirt over his head. With a quick move she tossed the shirt off the bed and then stripped off his sweat pants and boxers off with one move. Within moments she had retaken her place over his lap, her hands running over his hairless chest and down his taut abdomen as she looked at him.

"You're beautiful too, Andy," she said. "I mean, you are handsome and you have a nice body, but your soul is beautiful and that's what I'm falling in love with. I mean, I've never…"

"What?" he asked as her voice tapered off.

"I've had boyfriends before, but never anyone like you," she replied, shaking her head. "And I know I've been coming on strong all day, but I just want to be close to you." She picked up his hands and pressed them against her breasts, causing him to groan. "I want to be so close to you, I want you inside of me."

"Oh goddess, Tracey," he cried as she closed the distance between their lips, her tongue hungrily seeking out his. Her body arched as he squeezed both of her breasts, her nipples growing hard under his fingertips.

"Oh yes," she whispered against his lips. "That's it Andy. Touch me."

Andrew's breath came short as he panted out, "Can I…"

"Please," she begged seeing the hungry look in his eyes as he looked at her.

He leaned forward and captured her breast between his lips, his hand continuing to massage the other. Tracey moaned as his tongue caressed teasingly around the nipple. Her hand moved up to press his head closer as he suckled. Andrew bit lightly on the nipple, pulling back slightly on the ring until he finally let go to repeat the action with the other breast.

Tracey groaned again in pleasure. "Andy, do you…" she began and then gasped as he bit down again lightly on the nipple. "Do you have any protection?"

Andrew pulled away and looked at her dazedly. "What?" he asked, his voice raspy. "Protection? Uh, I've got Norton firewall on my laptop, but what…"

Tracey chuckled. "No sweetheart," she said. "Not for your computer. I meant, for this."

Andrew's body jerked as she reached out a hand and stroked along his erection. "Oh!" he squeaked as she continued to caress him. "No, I…oh god that feels so good, no I didn't think…I mean, I knew you liked me, but I didn't know you'd want to…" Andrew's words morphed into a long groan as she squeezed her hand gently.

"Silly boy," she smiled, kissing him. "Of course I want to. It's okay, we can do other things for now."

"Huh?" moaned, the control quickly leaving his vocal cords as she continued to caress him.

"I still want you inside me," she whispered.

"I don't…oh Tracey!" his stomach muscles grew taut as she ran her thumb along the head of his penis, spreading the liquid. Andrew grabbed her shoulders, his body nearly lifting hers as he stiffened. She smiled at his efforts, impressed with his control. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "I don't understand."

"I'll show you," she said, taking his right hand and leading it between her legs. She lifted up slightly as he gently cupped her warmth.

"Oh goddess!" he said, an amazed look on his face. "You're so…so wet!"

"I'm wet for you, Andy," she said. She continued to stroke him as she put her other arm around his back. "Please, baby," she groaned. "Touch me."

Tracey's hand stilled, but didn't let go as Andrew's hand pressed forward, his fingers sliding easily through her wetness. He paused in surprise when he encountered another piece of jewelry. She smiled shyly.

"There too?" he husked.

She nodded, looking deep into his eyes. "Now you know all my secrets."

"I like it," he said as he stroked along the bar, his movements growing more confident as her arousal increased. "Shows me where to go."

"You know," she paused as her breath hitched. "You're doing great."

Andrew continued to stroke along her length, his breathing catching as she squeezed his cock rhythmically.

"Oh yes, Andy!" she moaned, body stiffening. "Right there, that's it. Oh god…I'm gonna…" With a jerk, her head fell back and she pulled Andrew closer as she came, a loud groan rumbling from deep inside her body.

Andrew stilled, his eyes wide as he watched her ride out her orgasm. "So beautiful," he whispered and then started to withdraw his hand.

"Wait!" she cried as she clamped her legs together to keep him from moving away. "Don't stop," she moaned.

"I thought you…" Andrew began and then stopped at her wild-eyed look.

"Don't stop!" she ordered firmly and he nodded, a small moan escaping his throat as she resumed her stroking, her hand moving strongly along his length.

"O-okay," he grunted as he pressed forward, one finger sliding effortlessly and unerringly inside her.

"M-more," she stuttered and then gasped as he added a second finger. She thrust her hips towards him, sinking fully on his hand. "Oh yes, Andy! God, yes, soooo good!"

Andrew was beyond words with the dual sensation of reaching deep inside Tracey's body as well as her hand moving along his cock. Tracey's hand began to move faster as Andrew's hand pumped in time as if on automatic.

"I can't…I'm gonna…" Andrew's eyes rolled back in his head as he started to come.

"Oh god, yes!" Tracey cried, her body spasming in time with his, her inner juices filling his hand as ropes of his cum shot out between them. Finally after many moments, she collapsed against him, both breathing heavily.

"Oh wow," Andrew whispered.

"Yeah, wow."

Andrew hugged her closer as she lay next to him. "I love you, Tracey," he said. "I'm so glad you're in my life."

"I am too," she said, her finger playing with one of his nipples. "Answering that help wanted ad was the smartest thing I ever did."

"Even though it put you in all kinds of danger?" he asked.

"I was already in all kinds of danger," she replied. "At least now I have you to watch out for me."

"That you do," Andrew said. "I'll do every thing I can to protect you."

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss. Then she jumped off the bed and grabbed his hand, leading him to his feet. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

"Okay," he said. "Will you stay tonight?" he asked. "I don't want you going back to the dorms this late."

"I'll stay," she smiled.

"I'm sorry I wasn't better prepared for you," he whispered, a blush rising in his cheeks.

"It's okay, Andy," she said. "I honestly don't think it could have been that much better, do you?"

"No," he laughed. "I never imagined it could be so good. You mean it gets better?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Lots better."

"Wow," he repeated with awe in his voice as she led him into the bathroom.

The End