In my humble opinion, John Tracy doesn't get enough 'action'. I'm going to try to redress the balance somewhat.

I've rated this M for sexual content and the odd swear word. I've done my best not too get too explicit although this is an Adult Romance so shenanigans must be expected. Please let me know if I'm going too far, it's not my intention to offend. However, the nature of this story means there will be moments of tenderness and intimacy. I have endeavoured to get rid of all grammar and spelling errors. Apologies if any have slipped through the net.

This story is based on Gerry Anderson's amazing characters, none of which I own...I just enjoy playing with them from time to time.

Dedicated To Fran L, Louise H, Baby Sue, Sam W and others in the gang, and all the FAB ffic writers who have inspired me. And to John (Blond God) Tracy fans everywhere...I hope I'm doing our boy proud!

Speech over. Let's get started.

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Man, it felt good to be down from the satellite. As much as John Tracy liked the solitude of working alone up in the depths of space, it was good to have his feet planted solidly on terra firma and to be able to walk in the sunshine and smell the fresh air.

Dad had given him a week off. It had seemed a little too long at the time...what was he going to do with six full days? But it was surprising how quickly it had gone by.

He was staying in the executive suite in one of the hotels that Tracy Enterprises owned. He wasn't overly fond of trading on his surname, but what the heck, he hadn't been on shore leave in quite a while and it wasn't as though anyone else was using it.

Today John was in the library, checking out the new books in the astronomy section. This part of the building was fairly quiet, although he'd had to pass through a group of schoolchildren on the way up, who were off to the Bugs and Creepy Crawlies room. He'd smiled at their harassed looking teacher as he passed, shaking his head at the noise and confusion. You forgot how rowdy kids were when you didn't spend your time around them.

He was halfway down a deserted aisle leafing through a book on astrophotography, intently studying and comparing pictures of dust clouds and nebulae, when he heard a series of small thuds and some momentary scuffling accompanied by muttered expletives. He went to the end of the stacks and saw a woman standing in the middle of a pile of books scattered on the floor, her hands buried in her hair, her cheeks pink and flushed.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Ahem," said John, stepping forward.

"Oh! Um, sorry, I didn't know anyone was here," she apologised quickly, straightening up and smoothing down her blouse and skirt.

"It's fine," John grinned. "I'm not offended. Here, let me help."

He knelt down and started picking up the books, inwardly wincing at some of the bent spines, crumpled dust jackets and creased pages."What were you trying to do?" he asked, brushing the mop of blond hair out of his eyes as he looked up at her.

"I was trying to carry them all to save time," she replied, crouching down to help. "I don't have the wheely cart thing, and I didn't want to make several trips."

"The wheely cart thing? You work here?"

"Yes, I do three days a week."

He studied her as she concentrated on picking up her fallen books. Pink tinged cheeks. Nice, full lips, although at the moment she was twisting them around in irritation at her own clumsiness. Auburn hair, nearly the colour of Gordon's, curly and tied back in a black ribbon. A sweet, spicy smell emanated from her open collar. When she briefly looked up and made eye contact, he saw that hers were grey with large pupils. He looked away again quickly, tried not to stare down her blouse at the breasts he knew were swinging there.

Get a grip, Tracy, he thought to himself. You're twenty five, not fifteen. She seems nice, talk to her.

"So, ah, what happened to the wheely cart thing?"

"Cutbacks," she replied. "We have to share them now. I'm only a part timer so I normally end up cartless. I'm impatient though, so I try to carry as many books as I can."

"And look where that gets you," John smiled, standing up and placing the books in a neat stack on a nearby table, trying in vain to flatten the sharp crease that ran down the centre of one of the dust jackets.

"I know, but most times I'm okay. I'm up to fifteen books now, as long as I don't have to go up too many stairs." She stared dejectedly at the books, then at John who was so obviously a book lover. "I'm sorry I damaged them though. I really ought to be more careful. Some of them are out of print now, and it doesn't look good to see someone throwing them around like that."

"Just don't be in so much of a hurry next time, that's all I can suggest." John smiled to show he wasn't annoyed with her, even if the book damage was a little disconcerting to his finer sensibilities.

"I love books too," she went on. "That's why I took the job here. Sometimes I sneak off just to read them, as long as I know the boss isn't around."

She watched him as he almost seemed to be stroking the books, his slender fingers tracing the edges of the pages, running lightly down their spines. Her own spine shivered. He looked utterly absorbed.

She drew a deep breath and patted at her clothes again, looking around her in a state of mild confusion. He was doing strange things to her, with his boyish looks and that lovely lock of hair that fell over his forehead. She really needed to get back to work before she lost herself completely. "Okay. Right," she said, trying to appear decisive. "Well, thank you very much for your help, Mr. er...?"

"John. You can call me John."

"And is 'John' your name?"

"Actually, it is." John grinned, pushing his hair back again. "Sorry."

"Nothing wrong with John," she laughed. "I'm Karen. That's pretty ordinary too. Uh..." she hesitated then, and blushed, "not that I'm saying you're ordinary, John. In fact, you look pretty unordinary to me. Er...if that's a word." Oh God, she was off again.

"I don't think it is. But I'll let you off, seeing as it sounded like a compliment."

His smile dazzled her.

"Oh, it was, it definitely was. I don't meet many handsome strangers in here, and certainly not in this section." Her eyes travelled quickly over his face, taking in all the details of his fine bone structure, his arched blond brows, his questioning blue eyes, his delicately curved mouth and his long, smooth neck, committing him to memory.

The way he seemed to be regarding her down his nose with his head tipped back, a faint smile playing over his lips.

He was almost feminine in his beauty.

Pull yourself together, woman, she scolded herself.

John shook his head, chuckled. He was a little unused to being stared at, but he had to admit it felt nice when a pretty girl was doing the staring. "You know, Karen, if you weren't working, I'd offer to buy you a coffee."

He what? He wanted to see her?

She couldn't help what happened next.

She made direct, unabashed eye contact with him then. Her grey eyes looked straight into his blue ones with a sudden intensity that startled him, knocked him for six. He blinked, felt the heat creeping up his neck. He couldn't tear his gaze away. She looked around quickly to make sure no-one was coming, then she pushed John backwards into the stacks and up against the shelves and kissed him hard on the mouth, her hands gripping him firmly on either side of his face while his own hands flailed helplessly in mid air.

"What in...?" John exclaimed when at last she disengaged her mouth with a soft smack and pulled herself away. He stood leaning against the shelves, breathing hard, completely taken aback. His hands automatically went to his hair, frantically raking it back from his burning face. His lips throbbed and tingled, not, he had to admit, entirely unpleasantly. He could even taste her lipstick on the tip of his tongue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just...oh God, I'm sorry, I just had this urge..." She stepped back, her cheeks bright red.

John blinked his blue eyes, fixed her with a hard stare.

"Do you always do this kind of thing?"

"No! God, no. Never."

"Then, why..? I mean..." He honestly didn't know what to say. The woman had rendered him momentarily speechless, and he wasn't a big talker at the best of times.

Karen stood staring at him, shaking her head. "Because you..." she swallowed, blushing furiously. "Haven't you ever met someone and you just wanted them right away? Like, no hesitation, you just wanted them?"

"Well, sure, but I never went ahead like that and just did it."

Oh God, she thought. He's not gay, is he? But he just asked me to go for a coffee...

Maybe he's just shy. That's got to be it. Oh Karen, you stupid woman. You scared the hell out of him!

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry. I acted totally without thinking." She stared at him in panic. "Guess that's the end of our would-be date, huh?"

John rubbed a hand over his mouth and chin. "I don't know," he said, looking at her thoughtfully. "I mean, it wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to me, not by a long shot. It was just a bit...you know, sudden."

"I just liked the look of you. You look like a decent guy, and God knows there aren't many of them left."

Isn't that a bit of a typical generalisation, John wanted to say, but thought better of it. Instead he said, "but you don't know anything about me. We've barely exchanged names. I could be anyone."

And boy, would you be shocked if you knew the truth, he added silently.

"Okay, please John. Don't keep reminding me, I messed up. I'm sorry. Really, I am."

"I didn't say you messed up, I just said you took me by surprise. I'm not really used to being, well, that's not the kind of thing that happens to me every day." John laughed resignedly. "Anyway, thanks for saying I look like a decent guy. I am a decent guy. Or at least, I do my best."

She lowered her eyes, glanced up at him hesitantly. "And I still want you," she admitted.

He had to admit, she was pretty desirable herself. And while her kiss had been sudden and unexpected, it was pretty flattering to have been accosted like that by someone who so obviously wanted him. He finally allowed himself to look at her appraisingly. He let his eyes drift over her face, let his gaze slide down her neck and over her shoulders. He didn't stare at her breasts. He lowered his eyes to her legs, let them linger a little on her hips and waist. He was a little unaccustomed to being quite this bold, but nevertheless not completely lacking in seduction techniques. He was a Tracy, after all. And he had two full days left of shore leave.

He smiled at her, treating her to the full works.

"So. Ah...if we can maybe start over," he said. " What time do you finish work?"

She was more than relieved to find that he was waiting for her outside the library when she finally left at 4.30pm. He was sitting on a wall eating an apple, poised and graceful, his bright blond hair lit by the afternoon sun. His crisp white shirt was open at the collar, showing off his smooth, lightly tanned throat. She thought he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. He stood out from the crowd by a considerable mile. She went over to him, smiling broadly.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi," he replied. He held out his half eaten apple. She sank her teeth into it and bit off a huge chunk, squirting juice down her chin. It was delicious and sweet and just a little tart.

"Very nice," she mumbled, chewing.

"I like to get my five a day," he grinned, watching her eat.

"I bet you do. You look healthy enough, anyway." She flashed her eyes at him.

"So what's the plan?" he asked, hopping off the wall and slipping an arm around her waist. "Your place or mine?"

She took him to her place. John was very grateful that he didn't have to take her to the Tracy Enterprises hotel and explain why he was living in such sumptuous surroundings. Especially when her own apartment turned out to be something so much smaller and compact.

"Very nice," he said, standing in the tiny hallway from which all the other rooms branched. He meant it, too. It was light and airy for its size, with plants everywhere and pictures crowding the walls. "Cosy."

"It's very small, but I like it," she said, turning to face him.

"Small is beautiful," he smiled.

"What are you trying to tell me?" she smiled back.

John shrugged. "That a statement doesn't have to be big."

"Very cryptic." She approached him slowly. He looked down at her, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"So, who are you, John?" she asked, touching one of the buttons on his shirt, toying with it between her fingers. Her nails were painted purple. He hadn't noticed that detail before.

"I write books," he said. It was the truth. Not the whole truth, but he considered his books to be a major part of his life, regardless of International Rescue. "On Astronomy. And no," he added, on seeing her face, "you didn't drop any of mine."

She laughed with obvious delight. "Well, well! How fascinating! A real live author, right here in my apartment. Why didn't you tell me in the library? I would have loved to have seen some of them." She slipped her fingertip between his buttons and daringly touched his skin.

"Ah, I think you had other things on your mind in the library," he said, smiling.

"Indeed," she said, pressing closer. "And I still do."

Okay John, no more games. It's time for action now. This woman wants you, and you are not about to let her go.

He lowered his head, ignoring the hair that immediately fell into his eyes, and let his lips touch hers.

She moaned softly. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, spreading his fingers over her back, feeling the small bones of her spine. It felt like she was moulded against him like plasticine, shaping her body to match every curve and angle of his.

He caressed her lips with his own, pulling back gently every time she attempted to deepen the kiss, teasing her, laughing softly at her eagerness. Then finally, when at last she acquiesced and allowed him to take the lead, he gently increased the pressure on her mouth, wrapping his arms around her in a strong and passionate embrace and holding her tightly to him, his fingers kneading her skin through the fabric of her blouse.

She sighed, returning his kiss with equal passion. She pulled him towards one of the doors leading from the hallway. He bumped into a plant stand and knocked it over.

"Leave it," she mumbled against his mouth as the plant and its soil spilled across the woven rug. She fumbled behind her for the door handle, he reached for it himself and pushed the door open. They stumbled over the threshold and tumbled onto the bed, sinking into the soft eiderdown. He rolled on top of her and pressed her down beneath him, kissing her hungrily, realising how long it had been since he had last made love to a woman. Too long. Too long for a Tracy boy, anyway. He was letting the side down.

She pulled his shirt out of his waistband and slid her hands underneath, running them over his back, his ribs, his smooth, hairless chest and his hard, flat stomach. He arched above her, groaning at the currents of electricity that coursed through him with every caress of her nimble fingers. She wound her legs around him.

"John," she whispered. "John..."

She fumbled at his belt buckle, tried to undo his trousers.

He moved her hand away and pinned it to the bed, and instead began dropping small, light kisses all over her face, dusting her cheeks with his lips and his hair, breathing warmly into her ear as she squirmed under him.

Together they pulled off each others' clothes piece by piece. There was a momentary crisis when John realised he'd forgotten to undo his cuffs and couldn't get his shirt sleeves over his hands.

"Dammit," he cursed, struggling on his knees with both hands trapped, causing her to giggle wildly and try to stop him from ripping the cuff buttons off altogether in a frenzy of impatience.

Well, there goes the Tracy cool.

She managed to get the buttons undone and kissed his flustered face as she sent the shirt flying across the room. With his hands now freed, he pulled at the buttons of her blouse while they kneeled together and kissed deeply, tongues entwined. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders and pulled it down her arms. They kissed some more, fingers tangled in each other's hair. And then John was at last able to stare at her breasts. Her bra was peach coloured and very lacy. Her breasts were held snugly within, two perfect creamy globes there for the taking. He blinked and flushed, almost dizzy with longing.

"You like what you see, John?" she teased.

Without a word, he fumbled with the clasp behind her back.

And fumbled.

"Damn it," he muttered. It was more difficult to undo a bra without looking than he remembered. He pulled her forward a little unceremoniously and peered over her shoulder to see what he was doing.

She couldn't help laughing when at last John managed to remove the offending item, pulling it off her and triumphantly holding it aloft.

"Do they really need that many hooks and eyes?" he wondered aloud. Then he flung the bra aside in disgust.

"And now, they're all yours," she purred.

He stared at them as though they were the most magnificent treasures he'd ever seen. Then he stroked her left breast slowly, feeling the soft weight of it. He took the other breast in his other hand and began kneaded them both together. He gazed directly into her eyes. She sighed and squirmed, her lips parting softly. He kissed her. He sucked at her full lower lip, nibbling it with his teeth. She mewed like a kitten.

She fumbled again for his belt buckle. This time he had no intention of stopping her. Together they worked frantically until every last vestige of their clothing had been removed and tossed aside. Then they just stared at each other, spellbound.

John was glad now that he made full use of the gyms both on Thunderbird 5 and Tracy Island. He didn't have Scott's powerful build, but he was lithe and supple without an ounce of fat. His shoulders weren't as broad, but they were strong. His arms were well toned. He had fine collarbones, a flat stomach and a nicely tapered waist. And he had to admit, he had some pretty good pecs and a nice peachy butt. Or so he had been told, once upon a time.

They shared a deep, wet, lingering kiss that threatened to detonate John entirely. He couldn't remember who the last woman was who had kissed him like this. His tongue forged its way deep inside her mouth, his lips crushed bruisingly against hers.

"I have a confession to make," he uttered breathlessly. "I haven't...ah...been with anyone in months."

"Oh John!" she laughed, her eyes wet with the intensity of her desire. "Neither have I!"

"I want you so much," he went on. "I just...need to..."

She raked her purple nails down his back. "Me too..." she murmured. "Me too..."

She welcomed him with open arms.

Afterwards, they lay together with John still on top, covered in sweat and breathing hard.

"That was incredible," she whispered happily.

He had to laugh, despite his lack of breath.

"I think we both needed it, huh?" she added, nuzzling her face into his hair.

"Mmmm. Mm-hmm." He didn't want to move from her gentle embrace.

"You're amazing," she crooned.

"So are you," he muttered into the blankets. " I really think I could just about lie here forever."

"Mmm," she agreed. The weight of him pressing down on her was very comforting.

She carried on twirling strands of his hair around her fingers until she became aware of a soft buzzing sound near her ear. She realised then that John had actually fallen asleep and was snoring gently through his nose which was pressed against her neck.

She eased quietly out from underneath him and let him settle himself onto the bed. He hardly moved at all, just his arms and one of his legs. His blond forelock covered his eyes. She swept it back but it fell forward again, making her smile. Her gaze travelled down the length of his smooth back, the indented valley of his spine, the gentle curve as it rose again over his buttocks. God, he had a gorgeous ass. She wanted to sink her teeth into it. Instead, she just leaned down and kissed him lightly on one cheek. His skin was soft and slightly fuzzy, just like a peach. Had she ever desired a man this much after just one meeting?

She left him slumbering quietly and got up from the bed, pulling on her robe.

He was going to be hungry when he woke up.

And so ends Chapter One. Thanks for staying with me so far! As promised, I will be updating regularly. Your reviews would be absolutely lovely if you can spare a minute, I'd love to know what you think. Too raunchy? Just raunchy enough? Gotta be careful, I guess...although that John does do funny things to my imagination!g

See you again soon!