TITLE: SORE WINNERS - By Raven Dark
SUMMARY: Summer fic challenge entry. Rory and Tristan are thrown in the middle of a scorching Stars Hollow summer.
This was written almost 10 years ago now (wow) in response to a GG fic challenge. 20 or so writers entered, little did I know that one of my dearest friends would send me this challenge herself.
Things to include:
1. The words "hose you down"
2. one of them needs convincing
3. "romantic interlude" some place that where they could be caught.
(Does not have to be sex just has to be spur of the moment.)
4. needs to be set anytime before they graduate from college
Things not to include:
1. The Country Club
2. Sappy Tristan
3. no OoC supporting cast please.
DISCLAIMERS: Nope, they're not mine... I'm not even gonna try to fool you.
RATING: M
Sore Winners
**Part 1**
"Alright…" Tristan sighed pulling back frustrated. He had been back for three weeks now and things were moving much too slowly for his taste. He looked across the car at the indignant face of Rory Gilmore. She had a bit of an angry pout, something he'd have to take care fast before it escalated to a full blown bitch session. The only problem though was that he was finding it hard to concentrate with Rory sitting across from him shirtless and bare-breasted.
"You do realize we've already had sex right?" Tristan ran his hand through the sweaty mess that was his hair, doing his best to tear his eyes away from her beautiful heaving chest blasted summer heat, "I mean, you're not planning on pulling the I want to wait until we're married before we do it again bit are you?"
Even as the words came out of his mouth he could already hear himself thinking, nope, not enough blood in the right head… Stupid man…
Rory shrank back embarrassed, insulted, and more importantly, acutely self-conscious of her nakedness. She reached over for her shirt with squinted eyes, "and if I did?"
"Well," He couldn't stop himself from smiling, it was too easy, "then I'd have to find me a girl of less discriminating convictions that's all…"
"Oh!" Rory slapped the hand that was reaching for her away, at once picking up the pace in which she threw her shirt over her head.
In Tristan's opinion, he had been more than patient; he couldn't easily remember another girl whom he had showed that kind of self restraint for in the past. He came close to saying so, but luckily came to his senses before he opened his mouth. There was no way on earth that saying something like that would progress his relationship with the innocent Chiltonite in any way that would be seemed productive in his mind.
What bugged him most though was that it seemed pretty obvious to him that the same sexual rage that threatened to take over when he was near her resided in her too. He was not blind to the look in her eyes right before they kissed, the lust-filled hunger in her lips or the tell-tale scent in her breath that told him she wanted more than just a little peck in the cheek when things began to get hot and heavy. He remembered their first time vividly, she certainly knew what she had wanted then, maybe a little too much… their first time has been… could that be what she was afraid of? Another night like the first?
"Ror-" Tristan tried to laugh off his last comment but his eyes met up with the very angry, frozen look on Rory's and decided to not push it, "…why don't I take you home?"
"Why don't you do that?" her face was an angry, if not adorable scowl.
"Right" Tristan nodded straightening out his shirt before starting the car thinking, stupid man…