Those Who Can, Teach
"You don't need to read about what you already know from experience." Rory decides to challenge the well-known adage of "Those who can't, teach." AU – Eventual Trory. M!
Note: This story is fairly AU, but don't worry, it isn't one of those Rory-is-a-totally-different-person stories. She is just a bit more outgoing and adventurous in this, and she has gotten her inheritance now, so she is fairly wealthy. She is still Rory in general…you'll see when you read it. Just enjoy! Feedback and ideas for future exploits/chapters will be appreciated. This is my first M story, so please keep that in mind – helpful criticism will be welcomed as well. Thanks!
AN2: I'm editing and reposting this, and actually going to try to continue the story this time, so hopefully it will be better and I'll actually get it done. Stick with me here!
How It All Began
She had been at this airport for an hour now; international flights were always the worst. Usually her editor was pretty good at keeping her close to home, but there was a story in England that he didn't think anyone else could really handle. It didn't take her long here to know that the book she had bought while overseas would come in handy. It was going to be a long day.
She pulled out her novel and sighed, stretching out her back before settling into the perpetually uncomfortable airport chair. Turning pages to find her previously left-off place, she lost herself once again in the life of Elphaba and Glinda, hoping not to breeze through the large book so she would have something to occupy herself with on the flight.
A girl of about twenty plopped down in the seat across from her. The whiff of expensive perfume and the sight of designer clothes told her that this girl came from a region she knew well – New England trust funds. She was one, she dated one and she married one. She knew what this world was about, and this girl was a part of it. She thought nothing more about it and turned back to her novel.
To Rory's surprise, she smiled and inquired about the book. When she held it up so the girl could read the title, her smile turned into a smirk. "Wicked? Sounds like a novel you wouldn't want to be caught reading in public. "
Rory's initial regret of stereotyping her flew out the window. Seriously? "Not at all. It's a book about the Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz." How people like this were allowed to breed was lost on her. This stupidity needs to be stomped out at some point. Rory mentally scolded herself for being judgmental but then found herself laughing as the girl's grin faded. She glanced at the book again, now with distaste. "Well then, what's the point of reading it?"
She gave the newcomer a small, superior smile. "You don't need to read about what you already know from experience." Rory shut her book, smiled again, and walked away towards her gate. It was finally almost time to head back home.
That was probably the classiest version of a "that's what she said" type joke Rory had ever made. She was slightly proud of herself. Her mother would have been proud of her as well. She was tempted to text her and inform Lorelai of her triumph.
Instead, Rory merely walked over to her gate and found that they were already letting first class passengers on. As she boarded the plane, her mind wandered back to the conversation she had just had with the bimbo. She had actually given Rory an idea, which is surprising, as she was fairly sure she has never had an idea of her own, let alone given someone else one.
She wanted a book of sex stories and whatnot? Why couldn't she get one – written by Rory Gilmore herself? She had been toying with the idea of writing a book, and her husband sure had encouraged her to do it, but she had never thought of going this direction. This certainly was something to think about.
She fumbled through her jacket pocket to try to find her phone and reached to text her husband. Spinning her ring around her finger, she tried to figure out the best way to phrase her plan. How do you tell your husband you want to write about your sexual exploits, not only with him but with others that came before him?
She finally wrote out her question and found her answer within seconds. He loved the idea. His only request? Change the names. And use a pseudonym. He knew the writing would be great, he loved the idea of her potentially "researching" for more chapters with him and while he didn't like that she'd write about her past, he did have others to thank for her being who she was when they met again.
She smiled and pulled out her notepad from her purse, ready to think of ideas. There were some times where she didn't sleep with some of the guys, but just fooled around…but those were some of the most entertaining stories. So why not use those? Nothing was off the table anymore.
Okay, so that means she can do things about Dean, Jess, Logan, her husband, that one night with Finn….Definitely need to make sure that she uses fake name on that one. Her husband does not know that she had a pretty wild time with Finn, and frankly, she didn't want him to. She would have to rack her brain to see what all she could write about. She scribbled down names, leaving space in between each to fill in potential experiences.
Starting with Dean, there was only really their first time and the time at Miss Patty's that is worth mentioning. Unfortunately, she had not really been out of her shell that much with him, other than a quick make out session and a grope here and there. The first two times they dated, he was way too scared that he was going to hurt her. Those would not be the most impressive chapters, but essential nonetheless.
Jess. Now that brought back some memories. Rory had to try not to squirm in her seat slightly while remembering those times. The time in the back of his car, on the bridge by the lake, upstairs at Luke's…surely he didn't think that her and Jess didn't know that he came up every ten minutes.
Logan was also able to bring back some rather…vivid memories. He was the first guy she was actually adventurous with in bed. He certainly brought her out of her shell…and out of her clothes. Repeatedly. In the pool house, in the pool, in his best friend's Hummer, in his beach house, in the airplane…It will be extremely difficult to pick just a time or two to use in this book. Who knows? Maybe all of them will make that cut.
That night with Finn was truly amazing. He did things that Rory didn't know men could do. She couldn't count how many times he had her screaming for more. He truly was the perfect way to get over Logan, by having her get on top of him, next to him, under him… Her husband definitely cannot read this chapter. He can't know how much she enjoyed that night, daydreamed about that night.
However, she was certainly not lacking in that department with her husband…not at all. He had already unlocked some of her fantasies…some of which she definitely want to keep to herself and enjoy again and again. Then again, there are still the times of their honeymoon, that time back at Chilton, and their original intended one night stand that ended up bringing them together. She could go on for pages about him. And she would. There weren't enough words.
By the time she came out of her reverie, the plane had filled up completely and she could hear the captain letting people know that the plane would be taking off shortly. She glanced around and noticed the guy seated next to her. All she could see was a mop of brunette hair messily covering his head. Her stomach jumped and she muttered under her breath. "No way…"
Sure enough, he turned to look at her and she was met with bright green eyes. "Well, well, well, Finn Morgan." He smiled at her.
"Well, love, last time I saw you…" he trailed off. She could swear there was a slight blush covering his cheeks as he remembered just when the last time she saw him was. Interesting. The man never blushed. He had no shame normally.
"Yeah, I was actually just thinking about that," she told him, saving him the awkward finishing of that sentence. His shocked glance made her realize that he had no idea what on earth she was talking about. For all he knew, she had just been daydreaming about it, waiting, hoping for another round. "I'm thinking about writing a book," she clarified.
He cocked an eyebrow in entertainment. "Well, I knew I was good, sweetheart, but was I really good enough to write a book about?" The laughter and slight pride was evident in his voice.
Rory giggled despite herself. "Not just you, smart ass. A compilation of my exploits, if you will."
"You had enough exploits, as you say, to make an entire book? I'm sorry, weren't you dubbed 'Mary' for a reason?"
She slapped his arm. "Yes, in high school. After that night would you really qualify me as a Mary?" she inquired, knowing the answer already, daring him to challenge it.
He nodded his consent. "Fine. You got me there. So…my Reporter Girl going into writing porn? How interesting."
"You never know what road life will take you on," she shrugged. "What is it that you are doing now exactly?"
"I am a photographer, actually. So I guess I can see your point."
"Finn Morgan, a photographer. Who could have guessed?" Finn nodded in response and rustled around in his bag.
"Wanna see?" He held out a folder. Inside were some of the most amazing pictures she had ever seen in her life. They were more artistic and beautiful than she ever could have expected from him. The last one, however, was a picture of Rory herself. She was laughing, and it was that night they had been together. She was wearing his button-up shirt and tie and her hair was down but messed up. Her make-up was off and she was looking past the camera at Finn, smiling lightly. It was easily the best picture of her that she had seen. The most natural. It captured her personality somehow.
"Wow…" Rory whispered. "How did you get this out of…me?"
He chuckled. "You're very photogenic, love. That is probably my best work. You look so natural and happy." He eyed me for a second. "You look almost as happy now, to be honest. I think Logan brought you down. I, and your apparent husband, brought you back up, back to being happy. I like to think I helped a bit."
She blushed, smiling and fiddling with the wedding ring Finn had called attention to. "You did. This is going to sound like I used you, and I swear I didn't, but you were just what I needed to get past Logan and back to me."
"I figured as much. No worries about what impression your words make, doll. Don't forget, I do know you well enough to get what you mean most of the time."
"Very true. So what do you think of this idea? My husband has already informed me that he loves the thought of it, as long as I change names."
"That would be important. To be honest, doll, I think if anyone could do it, it would be you. You are an amazing writer," he complimented. "Plus, I did give you some excellent material, if I do say so myself."
"Why thank you and yes, you did," she said, blushing again.
The plane began to take off and they fell silent. He flipped through his pictures, gazing at them peacefully, while she picked up her book, occasionally sneaking glances and admiring his apparent talent with photography. It was fairly companionable silence for the majority of the flight, but just as they were about to land, he turned to her. "Well, love, you planning on asking for my number or anything so we can actually keep in touch or is your husband a jealous bloke?"
"No, he isn't. Sorry." She pulled out a piece of paper and jotted down her name, number and address. He did the same and they exchanged them, smiling. The plane landed and they got up and headed to baggage. Once they got our bags, she hugged him and heard behind her, "Hey, Mary!"
Her smile grew as she turned around and saw her husband. She grabbed Finn by the hand and dragged him over to her husband. "Tristan, this is my friend, Finn Morgan. He ended up being on the same flight over as me."
Tristan smiled and held out his hand. "Tristan Dugray."
"I've heard about you," replied Finn, shaking his hand. "Haven't seen you around in a while though."
"Kinda gotten out of the New England circuit a bit. Hidden out in the New York suburbs."
Finn nodded. "Don't blame you there, mate." He noticed a pretty blonde waiting for him. "I better get going. Nice meeting you," he said to Tristan, before giving Rory a hug. "See you around, Ace." Rory reached out to hit him lightly at the infuriating smirk that had stretched across his face.
"Later, Finn." As he walked away, she turned to Tristan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her lips lightly against his, silently requesting a better welcome when they returned home. "God, I missed you. You have no idea."
He smiled as he threw his arm around her shoulder and steered her toward the door. "Oh, I may have an inkling of how you feel…'
Rory slid her arm around his waist and breathed in his "Tristan" scent. It smelled like home. She allowed herself to close her eyes for a brief second as he guided her. A thousand memories were attached to that smell – Curve cologne, soap and spearmint gum.
He grinned down at her. "What are you thinking about, babe? That new book venture of yours?"
"Not really. Just thinking about you, no matter how sappy that sounds."
"Oh totally sappy."
She jabbed him in the ribs gently and rolled her eyes. It was good to be home.
End Note: This is just the prologue…I hope to have my actual chapters be at least three to five pages longer than this. However chapters will be shorter so I can update more quickly. If this idea intrigues you – please stay tuned. This is my first attempt at an actual chapter story, so I hope I can update quick enough for those who I can keep interested. This is kinda going to be about how Rory develops as a person – from closeted and shy to a bit more outgoing, like we see with Logan. So, hope you all enjoy! Please read and review – and if you have any requests for certain chapters/people, feel free to let me know. Thanks :]