Tidal Waves
Rory and Tristan pairing. Distant/ Aloof, Lost/ Hidden, Electric/ Static, Storm/ Storm, Secret…..
Tidal waves they rip right through me
Tears from my eyes worn cold and sad
Pick me up now, I need you so bad
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Distant. Glassy eyes hovering in a blank face; no emotion, no feelings, no life. An empty vessel floating undetected amongst the rest of the world. She should have felt free, un-oppressed by today's demands, no obstructions or confinement by the rules of society. Did she have fun, was she happy? Content at least? Did she care about her life? Did he? What was so compelling about her that he felt the need to see her, watch her everyday?
Aloof. Calculating eyes roaming endlessly over his 'loyal subjects'. Everyday, lording it up while the incompetent teachers of Chilton let him be. Yet, he was always watching her. She could feel his icy turquoise eyes boring into some part of her body throughout the day. Did he get some sort of sick pleasure from creeping her out? Did he have no life, despite what appearance suggested? What was so compelling about her that he felt the need to see her, watch her everyday?
Lost. She was like a neon light amongst the grey smog of society. Cerulean eyes clashed with his as if she'd known he'd been watching her. Something flickered in her eyes before it disappeared, the unknown emotion snuffed out before it could take a firm hold. A pale hand rose in a mock salute, his eyebrow rising in surprise, before she spun on her heel, disappearing into the crowd. Straightening, he managed to make out her lithe form as it strolled leisurely out of the patio doors and right, two bottles dangling carelessly from each hand, not caring who saw her. Coolly he glanced round before he took the opportunity to slip out behind her.
Hidden. He blended in perfectly with the rest of the fake socialites. Aquamarine eyes collided with hers. She knew… she knew that he'd be watching her; it was inevitable that she'd finally catch him in the act given the numerous times he did it. Foreign emotions flickered within the depths of his eyes before a shutter came down, veiling them from her sight. She rose her hand in a mock salute and watched amused, as his eyebrow rose in surprise, before she spun and made her way to the pool house, the tinkling of alcohol sloshing against the sides of their glass bottles her only company.
Electric. The pool's reflection cast a blue highlight on her moonlight pale skin. Her eyes seemed bluer, more intense as they locked onto his. Had she known he'd come? No, she couldn't have, even he hadn't known that he'd follow her, but yet here she was, a knowing look in her eyes as if she'd known for certain he'd come. The night chill pierced through his suit as his hands burrowed deeper into silk lined pockets. She held up one of the bottles, eyes never leaving his as her arm extended towards him in a graceful arch. His footsteps echoed in the silence as he moved forward to take the bottle. For the first time he allowed himself to really see her, not just the image… the fantasy he'd conjured up, ironic that he never really saw her given the amount of time he spent watching her. She had wide almond shaped eyes framed by long, sooty lashes. A dainty nose and soft rose pink lips. Her hair hung in dark chocolate waves down past her shoulders, her slender body covered in a turquoise dress, probably brushed silk from the way it shimmered, that fell to above her knees. She wore dove grey heels, helping to showcase surprisingly long, toned legs for someone of her stature. She turned around showing him why she'd picked the dress. The back was non existent, allowing his gaze to sweep over her pale back, to see the two dimples in her lower back before the brushed silk started again to cover the soft curve of her ass. He drank deep of the bottle for several seconds, wincing as the alcohol burned through his body like icy liquid heat. He watched through hooded eyes as she bent forward to remove her heels before diving neatly into the water. The pool's calm surface shattered as she sliced through the water.
Static. He was coming. She didn't know how she knew, nor did she care. The pool's reflection on the walls created a soothing atmosphere as she watched the water's surface ripple. His eyes seemed darker as he stood amongst the shadows. Even those were bending to his will: twisting and turning till he was painted in partial darkness, allowing the panes and contours of his face and body to be seen. She knew he'd come. The wind blew and she saw him hunch in slightly as if to ward away some sort of chill that she could not feel, not anymore. Her pale arm extended towards him, one of the bottles held within the grasp of her hand, her eyes never wavering from his haunting ones. His footsteps created hollow echoes as he reached for the bottle. He seemed to be in a trance of some sort, his eyes clouding over as he stared blankly at her. She allowed her eyes to roam over his chiselled looks; he really was a Greek Adonis, one worshiped by all. His sun kissed hair was tousled, eyes an unfathomable shade of turquoise blue. His chiselled cheekbones directed the eye to plump pink lips, his tall, muscular body clothed in a traditional two piece suit, the black contrasting nicely with his crisp white shirt. She watched fascinated as he drank deep from the bottle, a shudder raking its way up his spine as the alcohol made its way through his system. She felt his eyes on her as she lent forward, removing her heels before she dived neatly into the pool; its icy waters shocking her system.
Storm. He watched as she glided under the water, her hair and dress flowing freely with the water's current. Suddenly she broke through the water's surface, droplets streaming down her body, dress clinging to her like a second skin. She slicked her hair back and he couldn't help but compare her to a water nymph; eyes startling as they gazed straight into his from her moonlight kissed face. He watched as she treaded water, though there was no need due to her floating in the shallow end, the moonlight streaming in seeming to cut across the water's surface at random intervals. Her hands moved in small circles as she floated, eyes locked on his, daring him to join her. Not one to back down from a challenge, he removed his plush leather shoes and socks and dive into the pool, his jacket and tie billowing around his form as he hit the water. Pushing back to the surface he found himself directly in front of her, her eyes hooded as they locked onto his and he inhaled oxygen back into his lungs.
She looked thoughtful, as if some great mystery of life had suddenly been solved but she wasn't going to reveal the answer too soon. He stood frozen as her arm came up to the back of his head, her fingers stroking through the small tendrils of hair curling at the nape of his neck. Passively he watched as her head moved closer, lips parting before he closed his eyes just as her soft lips touched his. A shiver ran through his body as immediately he took control of the kiss, his hands anchoring onto either side of her waist as he pushed them backwards through the water until her back was flush against the pool's side. He didn't feel sparks; he didn't see fireworks exploding behind his eyelids; just felt pleasure; pure, mind numbing pleasure that wiped away any reservations he might have had if he'd stayed sober.
He fisted his hand in her hair, using the grip to tilt her head back and deepen the kiss. Tongues battled furiously before oxygen played a factor and he ripped his mouth from hers, instead preferring to place wet, hot kisses against her slick, cold skin, her head tilting to the side in order to grant him better access. His other hand left her waist to skim down her thigh towards the edge of her dress, feeling her shiver under his ministrations. Once there his hand moved back up, taking the edge of her dress with him until the pale skin of her leg was revealed below the rippling water. He gripped her thigh, applying enough pressure that he knew she'd have marks there afterwards, but he was far beyond the realm of caring. He lifted her leg, encouraging her to wrap it round his hip as he thrust up against her core, a throaty gasp emerging from her throat while he let out an answering groan as he realised she was completely naked underneath her dress. Why he hadn't noticed before as she dived into the pool he didn't know, but he knew that she'd just anted up the stakes to something uncontrollable.
He felt her small hands rip at his shirt, buttons speeding off into the water, before her slender fingers began to trace the contours of his chest, muscles jumping underneath her caress. Bending down he nuzzled her neck before allowing himself to trace his lips further and further down until he was able to push aside her dress with his nose and flick his tongue across her rosy nipple. He was instantly rewarded with a sharp inhale and couldn't help let out a chuckle as she began moaning above him. Still grinning he continued to run his tongue around her breast, studiously ignoring her nipple, despite the fact that it had hardened in anticipation of his touch. Her hands stopped playing with his belt buckle and grasped his head in an effort to get him to commit to that one place where she really need his touch and with another chuckle he took her nipple into his mouths, rejoicing in the way her hips bucked against his while her back arched so hard he thought it'd snap.
He quickly switched sides, playing attention to her neglected breast, tugging her nipple between his teeth and flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across its tip. He felt a hard shiver run through her body, her chest heaving as she continued to moan above him, before her hands resumed their task of weaving in and out of the top of his trousers, dipping below his belt with a hint of promise before retreating and leaving him harder than before. His frustrated groan caused her to chuckle before she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers tantalisingly slow. His own fingers hooked under the thin straps of her dress, pulling them down her arms until her top half was exposed to his wandering eyes and the dress clung to her waist in a soaked heap. The sensation of her hand wrapping around him through his boxers forced all other thoughts from his head, especially when she began to circle the tip with her thumb, the cotton of his boxers heightening the sensations.
Grunting he hoisted her further up, forcing her to wrap both legs round him as his hand journeyed downwards, seeking out her heated centre. He felt her hand squeezing his erection harder and in the passionate haze her action caused, heard her breathy moan resounding off the pool house walls as his fingers slipped inside, the muscles involuntarily clamping down on his fingers as he slipped back out as if in an unconscious effort to keep his fingers there. He continued thrusting his fingers into her as his tongue mimicked his movements in her mouth. He opened his eyes to see the play of emotions flicker across her face, witnessing the fluttering of her eyelids and her teeth biting into her bottom lip in an effort to quieten herself. Her hips bucked against his fingers, harder and harder until her felt her stiffen, her eyes snapping open to meet his hazy ones and her hand convulsing around his erection so hard he almost lost control as she came. His name flowed from her lips like a haunting melody and he felt his blood stir in response.
Both breathing hard, he looked on as she slipped a quivering hand into his back pocket and pulled out his soaked wallet. He watched as she searched its now drenched contents, until she found the condom he always kept there and threw his wallet behind her onto the marbled floor. The slosh of water against the pool's sides could be heard as she fumbled with his trousers and grasped his erection, pulling it out into the cool air. With ease she slid the condom onto him, before lifting herself up and impaling herself back down on him. Both let out groans as he held himself still within her heated walls. Closing his eyes and capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, he slid back out before thrusting back into her hard and fast, the sound of flesh on flesh combining with the sloshing of water and their breathy moans as they strived for perfection. Running his hands down her back, he laid her back onto the pool house's marble tiles as he continued to drive into her with force, her hips moving to meet his until they created a double rhythm, that had them both crying out.
He watched through hooded eyes as her head lolled on the tiles as she gave herself up to the sensations, a sense of pride swelling up inside him that he was the once evoking these intense sensations within her, that it was his name she called out again and again. Amazingly, he was able to slow the tempo of his thrusts and felt a shudder make its way up his spine as she gave a small mewl of frustration in response to his actions. Leaning forward he once again captured her lips with his, sucking alternatively on first her top then her bottom lip until they were thick and swollen before he nibbled his way down to her breasts, sometimes administering harder bites so she'd remember this night in the morning, all the while maintaining his slow pace. He placed a practically hard bite just under the swell of her breast that had her arching off the tiles in response, mouth open but no sound coming out as she cried out silently.
Sweat trickled down his forehead and he saw her body glistening also as they both climbed higher and higher until they were suddenly tumbling over the edge. His thrusts sped up until she was screaming out underneath him, his own groans of satisfaction chasing after hers. Exhausted, his head came to rest upon her chest and he closed his eyes as he felt her hands stroking through his damp hair, their actions soothing as their breathing returned to normal. Pulling himself out of her he felt her hips jerk up to meet is. Startled he glanced up and grinned as he met her smoky eyes before he managed to drag his weary body out of the water and discard the condom before helping her to her feet. Her dress landed at her feet in a wet heap as he tugged her away from the pool. They only managed to get as far as the lounge chair a few feet from the pool before she was tumbling onto it with him following her down in a tangle of limbs, mouths fused together once again.
Storm. She glided under the water, sensing her dress and hair floating out around her. Twisting, she broke the water's surface, water streaming down her face before she reached up to slick her hair behind her. She treaded the water as her eyes locked onto his, feeling a challenge well up inside her for him to enter the water and see what happened. And smugly she watched as his eyes flared up in response to the challenge before he too took off his leather shoes and socks before diving neatly into the water, his tie and jacket streaming behind him like a black cape. She saw him push back through the surface, coming startlingly close as he breathed in sharply. She felt her eyes become slightly glazed as she gazed upon his face, finding herself drawn to his lips and before she could control herself she found her arms reaching round to the back of his head, fingers stroking through the wet strands at the nape of his neck that still slide like silk through her fingers, as he head moved closer to his.
She watched as his eyes closed when her lips parted, before hers followed suit and her lips pressed softly against his. She had to suppress a moan as she felt him shiver before he immediately took control of the kiss, his hands clutching at her sides as he forced her backwards through the water until she was flush against the pool's side. She didn't feel sparks, didn't see fireworks exploding behind her lids; she just felt an immense heat flooding through her body, pleasure riding the waves that pulsed inside her. She felt his hands tighten in her hair as he used his grip to tilt her head back, deepening the kiss in the process. Their tongues struggled for dominance before the lack of oxygen became too much and they had to part, his lips instantly relocating to her neck. Automatically she tilted her head to the side as he began placing wet, hot kisses against her slickly chilled skin to give him more access. She shivered as his other hand left her waist to skim along her thigh till it reached the of her dress, before moving back up, taking the dress with him until her legs were bared under the rippling water.
She felt the pressure of his hand gripping her thigh as he lifted her leg in encouragement for her to wrap it around his waist. She felt his fingers digging into her thigh and knew that she'd have bruises there in the morning. Passion and desire entwined within her as he thrust up against her centre, revealing in the sensation of his slick trousers rubbing against her clit. She couldn't stop the groans that escaped as a result of his thrust and listened to his answering groan, letting her know that he was as affected as her. Frustration rose to the forefront of her mind as she stoked her hands up his chest before grabbing his shirt and ripping it open, listening to the hiss and plop of buttons speeding into the water. She relished in the fact that she could now slide her fingertips across his muscular pecs and abdominals, feeling his muscles jump as her fingers glided over them.
The ends of his hair tickled her skin as he bent his head down to nuzzle her neck, his lips moving further and further down till he nosed aside her dress; heat spreading through her body as she felt his tongue flick across her nipple, a wet heat against her rapidly cooling skin as she inhaled sharply and began moaning as she looked down at the sight before her. She felt him chuckle, its vibrations running along her skin as he traced his tongue around her breast, but ignoring the once place that she wanted him to touch and as if defiance her nipples hardened to gain his attention. His teasing was leaving her on edge and she abandoned playing with his belt buckle to tangle her hands in his hair and direct his mouth towards her nipple. She heard him let out another chuckle before he took her nipple into his mouth, providing sweet relief; causing her hips to buck wildly against his and her back to arch so hard she thought it was going to snap in half. More moans forced their way out of her mouth as he switched his attention to her other breast, tugging her nipple between his teeth and flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth against the tip of her nipple.
A series of shivers coursed down her back and across the rest of her body, disturbing the water around them as she panted heavily, her chest heaving underneath his ministrations. More determined then ever, she reached back down to resume her task of tormenting him till he was the only dancing on the thin edge of oblivion with no way of crossing over. Her fingers dipped teasingly in and out of the top of his trousers, holding promises of some sort of relief before retreating and leaving him harder than before. A chuckle sounded from her lips at the frustrated groan he let out before she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers agonisingly slow. She felt his fingers hook underneath her dress straps down her arm until her top half was completely exposed to the night chill and the dress was bunched in a soaked heap around her waist.
Grinning, she moved her hand to wrap round his erection through his drenched boxers, circling the tip with her thumb to drive any and all thoughts from his mind. She was suddenly lifted up and he grunted as she wrapped both her legs around his waist, leaning arching slightly back as his hand travelled downwards and two fingers slipped inside her. Reflexively her hand squeezed his erection harder, moaning as she felt his fingers slip back out of her, her inner walls involuntarily clenching to keep them there. The feeling of his tongue mirroring the movements of his fingers inside her caused her eyelids flutter. She could feel his stare but she was too gone in the misty haze rising up within her to care. Biting her bottom lip in an effort to silence herself, she bucked her hips against his fingers harder and harder before her body froze, eyes snapping open to collide with his cloudy ones, her hand convulsing around his erection so hard she felt him straining for control.
Her now husky voice called out his name before she came down off her high. Both breathing heavily, she slid a still shaking hand into his back pocket to pull out his wallet, sure she'd find a condom situated there. And sure enough, when she'd searched through the wallet's soaking wet contents she came upon the condom and threw his wallet behind her, hearing it squelch on the marbled tiles. Water pushed up against her body, weighing down the ends of her dress as she fumbled with his trousers, grasped his erection and released it from the confinements of his boxers. Ripping open the condom she slid it onto him with ease before lifting herself up and then down to impale herself on his hard length.
Both let out groans while held himself still within her pulsing walls. She gave control over to him as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss as he slid back out of her before thrusting in hard and fast. She revealed in the sounds of flesh on flesh and the water washing up against their bodies as they created their own waves in the water as they strived for the ultimate high, breathy moans floating out into the night. She felt his hands running down her back as he laid her against the cool tiles surrounding the pool. The icy coolness caused her to shiver as it contrasted against her feverish skin as he continued to thrust into her with specific intent, her hips moving back against his to intensify the pleasure coursing through their bodies until they both were crying out at the sensations swirling around inside them. Mindlessly her head rolled along the tiles, his name streaming from her continuously, a shiver racing through her body and a soft mewl of frustration bubbling out from between her lips when he slowed his tempo. His chest brushed against hers as she felt him lean forward to alternatively suck on her top then bottom lip, blood pulsing in her lips till they felt heavily swollen, before his attention turned to nibbling his way down her body, administering harder bites here and there.
She knew she'd have bruises in the morning but she was too far gone to stop him, heck she didn't want to stop him. The slow pace that he was driving into her had her body shaking with pleasure until he unexpectedly gave a hard bite below the swell of her breast that had her back arching off the tiles and further into his body, her mouth open in an silent scream that refused to turn vocal. Perspiration was forming a soft sheen all over her body as she felt his thrusts speed up until she was screaming out beneath him body hearing him groan in sympathetic release. Deep exhaustion settled over her body as he collapsed against her body, his head coming to rest upon her chest and she unconsciously began running her hands through his damp hair. She had yet to open her eyes as they basked in the after glow usually accompanied with good sex, waiting for their breathing to even out. Opening her eyes she watched as he pulled himself out of her, her body jerking in response to his movements. She met his eyes as he looked up and grinned at her involuntary response, before discarding the condom and pulling her to her feet. The dress was ruined as it spilled to her feet in a wet plop before he tugged her away from the pool. They only managed to get as far as the lounge chair a few feet from the pool before she was tumbling onto it with him following her down in a tangle of limbs, mouths fused together once again.
Secret. Icy eyes swept over the top of the Chilton crowd as he waited for her to appear. He was leaning back against some random locker opposite hers, idly chatting to his "friends" about God knows what when his posture straightened. He watched as she approached her locker, face blank as always but her eyes briefly darted to his, her eyes flashing for a moment, and that's when he knew. Knew that the images playing in his mind on an endless loop really did happen. That they weren't some fantasies his mind had conjured up to torment his body over the weekend when he slept. That he really had fucked Rory until she was screaming out his name over and over again, in the pool, on the lounge chair, against a tree and finally on the hood of his car before they'd parted ways. Watching as she placed her books in her locker he saw her shirt rise up her back a little way and caught a glimpse of his handy work: the bruises still healing on her hips in finger marks, the teeth marks along the base of her back and when she flipped her hair back from her face and her shirt gaped a little, the red mark just slightly above her right breast.
Her eyes met his in the mirror she kept on her locker door, heat immediately springing forth to drench her eyes until they were almost black. She swept her gaze over his figure, pleased that there on his neck were the visible signs of where she'd bitten down to keep from crying out so as not to attract unwelcome attention. She was dragged out of her musings when his scent tickled her nose as he brushed past, making sure to trace a finger along the very bottom of her bare back, before disappearing round the corner. Not thinking much of it she continued putting her books away and straightened her appearance, making sure to cover any "presents" he had left. Walking round the same corner as he had, she let out a small squeak as she was pulled into the toilets. Before she could speak, lips crashed down onto hers and she willingly responded. They broke away for a second, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths coming short and fast in the empty toilet stall he'd pulled her into.
"Miss me Mare?" "Fuck you!" "Only if you promise to help me."
Twenty minutes later Rory came stumbling out of the toilets, fingers combing through her hair, lips swollen and red, clothes dishevelled before Tristan came strolling out behind her, not bothering to straighten out his uniform, hair tousled, hands in pockets, lips swollen and red, a new mark visible on the other side of his neck. Whistling he winked at Rory before making his ways to his first class, Biology, he'd sure have fun studying about anatomies today. I guess watching someone did have its benefits. And he'd definitely make sure to reap the ones she was offering. A grin played on his lips as he continued to walk down the deserted hallway.