When Rory woke up Sunday morning, it was with extreme reluctance. Her eyes didn't want to open and her whole body hurt. Why did her body hurt? She finally opened her eyes, thinking that maybe she fell while she was drinking last night. When she looked down, she was surprised to find that she was naked…and she wasn't in her own bed. She wasn't even in her own apartment.
Bolting upright, she immediately remembered why she was in pain. She grabbed her head and gradually turned to her right. Sleeping quietly next to her was Tristan DuGray. The mortifying memories from the night before started pouring in faster than her mind could process them. The club, the drinks, meeting Tristan again for the first time. Celebrating her 24th birthday, him mentioning something about his place. The kiss. The passionate although drunken make-out session. And then… the sex. Not just any sex, oh no. The mind-blowing, best orgasm she's ever had, circus sex…Twice.
'Twice? Oh God.' Her heart began to pound as strongly as her head. 'Of course, what else would you expect from someone who has had as much practice as Tristan?' She thought bitterly as she jumped out of bed, frantically but quietly searching for her clothes. She was just about dressed when she realized she didn't have her shirt. Tristan moved over, and she froze looking at him. It was under him.
'Fuck!' She couldn't very well take a cab home without a shirt. As she sat debating whether or not to steal one of his, Tristan moved again, this time waking up. 'No, no, no, no! Bad, very bad!' He too seemed to be disoriented as he opened his eyes, his head still on the pillow. As his vision slowly came into focus, he realized he was staring at a half-dressed Rory Gilmore.
"Hi." He said, not knowing what else to say. He languorously remembered why he was staring horizontally at a half-dressed Rory Gilmore. He decided he should probably sit up. Did the room always spin like this?
"Hi." She said, grabbing her shirt from under him. "I was just…"
"Leaving?" She nodded. "Why?"
"Because this has never happened to me before and I'm both hung over and embarrassed and I have no idea how to deal with this." She answered truthfully, figuring there was no point in lying at this stage of the relationship. She started walking towards the door.
"Wait." She turned around slowly, almost as if she had been caught doing something bad. He needed a moment to stall while he thought about what to do next. "Do you at least want to stay for breakfast or coffee or something?" Rory looked like that was the last thing on earth she wanted to do. "Please?" Then, Tristan said something he never thought he would ever say. "I feel like we should talk about this." This sentence was enough to catch Rory's curiosity. Tristan breathed a sigh of relief as she shrugged.
"Why not."
OOOOO
Rory sipped her coffee and stared out the window at the skyscrapers towering over Manhattan. Tristan sat down at the table and did the same.
"So." He started.
"Yeah." She followed.
"How much do you remember about last night?" He asked, hoping she remembered something. He couldn't handle finally sleeping with her after all these years and having her be completely wasted. Oh God! Rory thought, he doesn't remember!
"Everything. Although it's a blurry everything." She said, completely unaware that she was blushing.
"Me too. Are you completely regretting your decisions?" He asked.
"The alcohol, yes. You, I think that depends on this conversation." She was right. He nodded, surprised at her answer. "What about you?"
"If I remember correctly, I'm pretty sure that I enjoyed last night." His answer caused her to drop her eyes, smile and blush. He took this as a good sign.
"Maybe, but was it the alcohol talking?" She honestly wanted to know. She didn't even know if she wanted to see Tristan again, but a girl doesn't want to hear that she was just some girl in a bar.
"I definitely enjoyed your company. I think the alcohol made everything a little…" He searched for the words.
"Lascivious?" She offered. He laughed and nodded.
"I should have known you would have a word to describe it."
"And I'm hung-over to boot." She added proudly, taking another sip of her coffee. Her mind was finally clearing. He smiled.
"I want to see you again, maybe this time without the alcohol?" Rory tossed this idea around in her head. Then she looked him in the eyes and suddenly felt light-headed. 'Must be a little more hung-over than I thought.' She convinced herself.
"Yeah, that would be good. Did we exchange numbers last night?" She asked, pulling out her Sidekick.
"I don't think we got that far." He said, grabbing his phone as well. They swapped information and left the conversation at that. After she had finished her coffee, she got up to leave.
"Thanks for the coffee." She said.
"Thank you for not leaving." He smiled. There was an awkward moment where neither one of them knew what to do. Tristan had the urge to kiss her goodbye, which was strange, considering he had only known her 12 hours. Rory bumbling, sort of half-hugged him.
"Bye." She said, clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Good-bye." He said, inwardly laughing at the situation.
After Rory had left, Tristan cleaned up the path they had made to his bedroom. He shook his head as he remembered the way she had pushed him against the wall and vice versa, as if they were in a drunken Pong game, scattering clothes all the way down the hall. As he threw his shirt into the hamper, he caught himself in the mirror. He had scratches on his neck and back from Rory's fingernails. The memories of the night before flashed in his head.
"Tristan!" Rory moaned from underneath him on the couch. He had pushed her skirt up around her hips and was grinding into her, despite the fact that he was still wearing his pants and she had on obviously damp panties. He let up so that she could get off the couch but she grabbed him again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her partway to the bedroom. That is until she started sucking on his bottom lip and tongue, causing him to lose focus. With a guttural moan, he fell back against the wall, allowing her to continue. As she started down his neck, he remembered why they were in his hallway. He continued on towards the bed, placing her in the center. He ripped off his pants as she finished getting undressed. With both of them finally freed of the restrictions, hands began roaming.
"God Rory!" He cried as his fingers slid easily through her folds and into her wet center. Rory lost the ability to speak as he began to work his magic. He pulled out far too quickly for Rory's liking but soon, he replaced his fingers with his thick and throbbing cock. With a gasp from each of them at the new and heightened sensation, Tristan began moving his hips. Rory met him thrust for thrust as her nails dug into Tristan's flesh. They were both sitting on the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, holding onto each other, pulling each other closer with each motion. Deeper, faster, both needing this feeling to last forever, but wanting it to grow stronger.
Tristan shook his head as the memories dissipated. He was getting hard just thinking about it. He hopped in the shower, thankful that today was a Sunday and he didn't have to hurry to work. Unfortunately, Tristan had forgotten about the other escapade as well.
After coming back from the bathroom, he found Rory lying on her stomach on his bed. Her perfect, milky ass greeting him. She got on her knees to move but the sight of her on all fours only made things worse. He grabbed her hips from behind her, stopping her from moving another inch. She turned her head and grinned, knowing full well what was about to transpire. His hand reached around and rubbed her clit, causing her to lower herself to steady against him. The friction was all he needed as he positioned her and promptly entered her. Rory moaned at the action and settled her face into a pillow to keep from screaming. She was so tight Tristan would have sworn that she was still a virgin, all prior activities together aside. Every motion of his hips caused her to yell until she came hard into the pillow. Tristan wasn't close to finishing so he kept going, hoping that the stimulation would last. To his amazement, it wasn't long before she was climbing again, this time in sync with his own motions. Tristan had never felt this intensity during sex before, he thought his head was going to explode as they came together, screaming.
Tristan had come twice last night and here he was again, in the shower, jerking off to the simple memory of Rory in his bed. Of course, mind-blowing, eye-crossing sex wasn't the only thing that he loved about her. She was just as smart and adorable as he remembered from High school. She still blushed, even after everything they had done together. He knew he was crazy about her. And if he hadn't woken up in time, she could have been gone forever. She mentioned that she had never had a one-night stand before, would she have even left her number? But she didn't leave, he thought with a smile, and he got her number. He won.
OOOOO
How the hell was she going to explain this one?
She sneaked back into her apartment and slowly put her keys down in the bowl next to the door.
"Morning!" A very chipper Jess said as he sat on the kitchen counter eating his cereal. She slowly turned around.
"Hi." She said, blushing furiously.
"So, details? Or were you too drunk to remember?" He loved seeing this side of Rory. In the years they had known each other, he had never known her to be so…loose and freewheeling. The tables had turned and she was going to hear about it for the rest of her life.
"I remember…most of it." She mumbled as she took the cereal bowl from his hands. "Don't look at me like that. It's not like he was some random guy. At least I knew him."
"You haven't seen him in like…ten years!" He said. She didn't respond. "Well, all I can say is Happy Birthday to you." He said as he hopped off the counter and walked out of the kitchen.
Rory had been living with Jess since she graduated from Yale a few years ago. She had moved to the city to work at and he joined her a few months later. As much as he loved Philadelphia, New York would always be his home, so he and his bookstore parted ways so he could write full-time. His last book had done fairly well considering he printed his own copies. It had been picked up by a publisher not long after he came to visit, or rather save, Rory from her life with Logan and her Grandparents. She always thought it was amusing that he credited her for changing his life while she held him in the same regard. They had both headed down bad paths but they had saved each other, and that relationship was unlike any other on the planet. Their friendship ran deep and Rory was thankful that it was able to continue. Speaking of continue, what was she going to do about Tristan? She wanted to see him again, and she definitely wanted last night to continue, but there was something very…intense about their relationship. She walked towards the shower, maybe the hot water would ease the pain in her muscles. She was bent last night in ways she didn't know she could bend and her body was yelling at her.
OOOOO
The October morning was brisk as Tristan went for a run through Central Park. The shower had done nothing to clear his head and he needed some time to think. He had found himself staring at Rory's number in his phone earlier, something he hadn't done…well, ever. He had never worried about the three day rule or how soon was too soon after a date to ask for another. These things had always just come to him. Of course, he hadn't ever wanted a one-night stand to stay for breakfast either. He passed a woman walking her dog. A dog would be a fun thing to get, he thought. 'I wonder if Rory likes pets.' He needed to get a grip. He didn't even know her as an adult. As far as he was concerned, she was just some girl that he had met yesterday. But she wasn't, they had a history. One that involved him tripping over himself to try and get this girl; but by being sent away to Military School, he had failed miserably. 'Maybe all this is just closure,' he pondered. 'Maybe I just need to finally date her and get her out of my system.' He liked this idea. It meant that he wasn't as crazy as he thought he was. He would take her out, treat her right, maybe get laid again and get her out of his system. DuGray, you are a genius, he smiled to himself as he passed another runner.
