Colin attempts to talk to Stephanie after the previous night's events. Steph's POV. Steph/Colin

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.


Chapter 2: Vodka

"So..." Colin's voice trailed off when I turned around. His lips moved upwards hesitantly, not quite a smile, but not his usual society face either. I watched his eyes darken as they racked over my ensemble for the evening. My mother had stuffed me in a pink-corseted gown that Amanda then approved. My icy feelings toward the garment were melting away under the hot gaze.

"Eyes up up, Colin," I said, smiling at him as he colored, "wouldn't want to be mistaken for your father with those wandering eyes now would we?"

His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened. "Weren't you suppose to be helping your mother with this event?" He replied, bringing a tumbler half filled with amber liquid to his lips, "You should be making the rounds or yelling at a caterer. Why are you hiding out in here?"

My back straightened by reflex. I wasn't hiding per se, just standing in one of the least occupied areas of the mansion. It wasn't my fault the drawing room was empty.

"I was late, as you may recall," I watched his lips lift into a smirk as I spoke, "Amanda stepped in. Perfect society girl that she is, she's doing a much better job than I usually do."

"I don't know, I found her greeting a little sub-par," Colin shrugged and I smiled, he knew how I felt about Amanda better than anyone else.

"Thanks," I said. We just stood there together at the mini-bar in the drawing room, an amicable silence - which never happens when I'm around I know, but it was nice for once.

Colin cleared his throat and I turned slightly to face him, "About last night..."

I shook my head as he puttered off again, "It's me Colin, you don't have to explain anything."

"I think we should talk about it."

"Why?"

"Steph," he said, using his lawyer voice, "You know why."

"Fine, but if we're going to hash this out, I need a drink first." He laughed as I reached over the bar and grabbed the bottle of vodka, "You'll have to get your own." I walked over to one of the sofas near the piano. Colin joined me a few moments later, his glass refilled and holding an empty one for me.

I took a swig from the bottle and plopped onto the cushions, decidedly unlady-like. I grinned up at him with what I hoped was a playful look.
"Trying for a repeat of last night?" Colin joked.

I leaned closer to him as he sat down, whispering I said, "Maybe." His face colored again and his eyes darkened. He took a long sip from his glass and I added, "Are you?"

His response was to set his glass down on the table in front of us. I expected him to start listing out the pros and cons like he did for going to Yale, but Colin actually managed to surprise me. He kissed me.

His hand was cool against my cheek as he stroked my neck with his fingertips. I pressed closer, gripping his shoulders for leverage as his other hand dug into my waist, pulling me into his lap.

I slid my hands up his neck to rack them through his hair. His hands moved quickly, one trailing down the front of my corset, to my hips. Nimble fingers use to typing and chess scrunched up the tulle and fabric of my dress quickly. They moved beneath to my warm thighs, the chill of his fingers sending bolts of electricity up my body.

That's where I was when I heard the door creak open. The maid hadn't had the hinges oiled like my mother asked her to apparently.

I was sitting in Colin's lap, the skirt of my dress hiked and our hands pawing at one another, when she walked in. Amanda looked shocked as she watched us disentangle ourselves from one another. She stammered out a few nonsensical things before I rounded on her.

"What do you want?" I asked as I smoothed down my skirt, walking forward with dignity like my mother had taught me until I stood directly in front of her.

"Your mother was looking for you," she said, a small smile coming to her face when she recognized Colin behind me. Her eyes didn't move from over my shoulder.

"I"ll be right out," I closed the door in her face. Colin raised an eyebrow at me. We both knew that wasn't the best course of action, Amanda was like most girls here, a bit of a gossip, and I for one was not keen on having people know about Colin and I yet. If ever, depending on what it turned into.

His hair was sticking up where my fingers had loosened the gel he wore and his clothes were hanging a tad looser now than they had before. Odd, since I don't remember untucking his shirt.

Most important was his eyes though. Rory had once described the way Logan looked at her as a dehydrated man in the desert staring at an overflowing well. I thought it was kind of over-dramatic and corny at the time. But it was exactly how Colin was looking at me and I had no idea if it was because he liked me or because the bulge in his pants did.


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