Title: Say My Name
Author: Diana
Rating: You know this
already!!!! NC-17
Disclaimer: Fictional
story for some, wishful thinking for most and for me a reoccurring
daydream! Naturally with me in it not Tracey you perves!! 
LOL!!
14Th of 100 from Saga's
prompt list (bashful)
Note: Okay so this is
turning out to be a longer story then I expected although I don't
think it'll go beyond three chapters. You want a drabble call Renee,
she's awesome at that!!
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Setting....
Tracey is a bit dazed
after hearing her neighbor shout out her name during his climactic
moment.
"Maybe I heard wrong.",
she thought, hugging her pillow as she stared at her bedroom wall.
"He could have said Macey or Daisy, who knows maybe I even imagined
the whole thing!" But the next night it happened again.
Tracey sat on her bed with
her back against the headboard since it wasn't necessary to press
her ear to the wall this time because Orlando's deep throaty
moans were even louder than usual.
Her head rolled from side
to side as her fingers worked urgently to release the
pressure building up deep within her but knowing that she could hear
what was going on next door it only made sense that they'd be able
to hear her too so Tracey bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her
cries.
When
Orlando unmistakably screamed out her name her mouth formed into a
big O as she almost called out his. Afterward of course she figured
the woman with him had to be named Tracey also but it really would
have been awkward explaining to them why she'd shouted out
Orlando's name! Then with a sleepy sigh she burrowed under the
covers knowing she'd get a good night's sleep.
"Of all the Tracey's in
the world Orlando......", she yawned, "why couldn't you....have
picked....me.", she murmured before drifting off.
Sunday morning as Tracey
returned from her ritual newspaper and fresh baked baguette run she
stopped to chat with Charlie as he watered the miniature trees that
decorated the lobby. "So Miss Tracey....have you met your new
neighbor yet?"
"No, not yet but don't you
mean neighbors? Didn't a couple move in?", she replied with a
secretive grin.
"Well as far as I know Mr.
Bloom's the only person living in that apartment and he's always
alone whenever I see him coming or going so if you're
interested.......". he winked.
"I swear, you're such a
hopeless romantic Charlie!", she laughed. "Anyway don't ask me how I
know but I'm pretty sure he isn't available."
"I wouldn't be too sure
about that. I've been in his apartment a few times this past week at
different hours of the day fixing things and I've never seen anyone
in there but him.", Charlie informed her. "Would you believe he
doesn't have any furniture!", Charlie whispered as he looked around,
not wanting to be caught gossiping about the tenants.
Tracey leaned in closer
eager to find out anything and everything she could.
"It's completely empty!",
he continued seeing her interest. "Well all except for the bedroom,
it's beautiful! Fit for a king!"
"I'm not surprised!",
Tracey responded rolling her eyes but when she noticed Charlie's
questioning expression she quickly added, "I'm just assuming he
started decorating that room since he's gotta sleep
somewhere! Right? Um....yeah. Well I gotta go Charlie, bye!"
"Sure. You have a nice
day.", he said as she quickly headed towards the elevators but just
as she was about to step into one she snapped her fingers and turned
around remembering she hadn't checked her mailbox the day before.
She pulled out several
envelopes and when she shuffled through them she noticed that one
wasn't addressed to her. It was for Orlando.
"Okay you have two choices
Tracey.", she quietly contemplated, slowly walking towards Charlie.
"One.....you can give Charlie the letter so he can put it into
Orlando's box using his master key or two......deliver the letter
yourself."
About three feet away
from the superintendent, Tracey smiled and nodded then made a
sharp left turn and practically ran into an elevator. But when she
stood in front of his door she hesitated and wondered whether to
slip the letter under the door or knock.
She knocked then got
nervous as all sorts of scenarios played themselves out in her head
like, what if nobody's home? "Then I'll just slip it under the
door.", she thought with a shrug. "No biggie. And what if Orlando
answers the door?", she asked herself.
"Then I'll rip off my
clothes and make him an offer he can't refuse in exchange for his
letter!" Stifling a giggle, she knocked again wondering how she'd
react if the other Tracey opened the door. "That's easy! I'll just
give her the letter before knocking her senseless with my baguette
for having the nerve to be with the man of my dreams."
Tracey held her breath
when the door finally opened. It was Orlando and he looked very
happy to see her.
Maybe a little bit too
happy she thought suddenly feeling bashful as he stood there
wearing only a pair of sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his
hips.