Fantasy vs. Reality
Pairings – Trory
N.B – Rory is still at Chilton and she and Dean are no longer together.
Summary – Rory can't stop thinking about Tristan and it's really starting to affect
her. What happens when she enlists his help to solve the problem?
Disclaimer – I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters associated with the story.
Chapter One: Wet Dreams
The warm water cascaded over her body, instantly sending her petite body into a state of relaxation. She heard the bathroom door open and close and she turned around to see him standing there, his blue eyes clouded over with want and lust. He quickly rid himself of the clothes he was wearing and as he slid the shower screen open to join her she let her eyes wander over his body, from the tousled blonde hair on top of his head, down the perfectly tanned skin of his broad shoulders, over his chest and down his well defined abs as her eyes traveled lower she stopped, shocked to see the effect she had already seemed to have on him.
As she snapped out of her trance she noticed that he was giving her the same treatment and subconsciously moved to cover herself from his prying eye. He noticed this and quickly moved into the shower, pushing her against the wall and pinning her arms above her head with one hand as he did so. His free hand began making small circles on her hip and his mouth moved to begin making hot, open mouth kisses down her neck and collar bone, sucking away at the water that was dripping down her skin. The whole event was done wordlessly, just like they always were, the only sound that could be heard were the small moans of pleasure that the pair often released.
He detached his mouth from her neck and moved his head back to stare at her. The two stood, panting heavily, bodies pushed up against one and other with blue eyes locked on blues eyes, each displaying to the other the want and need that was in them. He then smashed his mouth against hers, mouths moving fast, tongues dueling with one and other, this kiss was not one of love, care and compassion it was one of desire and need. As his erection pressed against her she ground herself against him causing him to tilting his head back and release a guttural moan. Seeing the effect she was having on him she lifted her hips slightly to repeat the motion only to have him release his hand from her arms which were still pinned above her head and joined his other on her hips, roughly pushing them back against the wall. He looked down at her and slowly shook his head at her as though reprimanding a small child before ducking his head to begin assaulting her breasts. His warm tongue swept all over them, licking away at the drops of water which still covered her skin. He raised one hand to gently squeeze one breast, while his tongue moved to swirl around the hardened nipple of the other, before closing his mouth around it and gently sucking there. She let out a soft moan, which soon turned into a gasp as his hand moved southward and began playing with her clit, tilting her head back slightly she began moving against his hand as he raised his mouth to hers once again.
He used one finger to play with her folds, feeling how wet and aroused she was before plunging it inside her. She moaned into his mouth, which seemed to turn him on and resulted in him plunging a second finger into her. As his fingers moved in and out of her and quickened in pace she began to move with him, but just before she could reach her release he pulled out of her. She groaned and pouted as he let out a small chuckle and nipped at her bottom lip before dropping to his knees in front of her. He buried his head against her and begun darting his tongue in and out of his mouth, flicking at her clit as he did so. Her head dropped and her eyes rolled back into her head at this first contact and then she buried her hands into his hair, softly tugging at the locks as he closed his mouth around her clit, softly sucking on it. She felt her knees begin to buckle beneath her, and this time it was she who stopped her release by slightly tugging on his hair until he stood before her, his expression showed he was slightly confused. She used this to her advantage as she turned them around so that he was now against the wall and she was in control. Before he had time to respond she slowly dropped to her knees, dragging her nails down his chest and tracing the outline of his abs as the did so.
When she finally reached her destination she used her thumb to slowly circle the tip of his penis and watched is fascination as he rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes in pleasure. She licked her hand before placing it at the base of his erection and then began movie her hand up and down over his length, slightly flicking her wrist every now and again which resulted in soft moans escaping his lips. Wrapping her hand around his base once again she quickly flicked her tongue over his tip before taking him in her mouth which caused him to let out a deep moan, she took this as a sign of encouragement and began to move quicker, taking more and more of him into her mouth as she did so, he began bucking into her. Knowing he was near his release he pulled her up into a standing position before turning the around again, he ran his hand up the silky skin of the thigh before hooking under it and pulling it against his side. He did this to her other thigh and roughly pushed her against the wall. He knew he was being rough but he didn't care, he NEEDED this…they BOTH needed this. He thrust himself into her, hard and fast, the two locked their eyes on one and other, staring as they began to move together, both of their releases fastly approaching. He groaned and with one final thrust she felt him spill into her, reaching his release first. He was joined by her soon after as her body began to shake violently and she screamed out the only words which were heard during the whole ordeal.
"TRISTANNNNNN!"
Rory Gilmore woke with a start and sat up in her bed. It was the third night this week that she had had a dream like that and it was only Wednesday, and the disrupted sleep pattern was really starting to affect her. Looking over at the clock next to her bed she groaned seeing as it was only half an hour before she would need to get up for school anyway, not enough time to go back to sleep. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and went to get herself a cup of coffee and take a shower…a nice cold one.
What do you think? That was my first ever fanfic so reviews and comments would be greatly appreciated. Should I continue?