**Part 4**

Rory was going insane. There was no denying it, Tristan was punishing her. He was being as detached as he possibly could without being so obvious that he would have to explain himself. While watching a movie at her house, he insisted that Lorelai join them. The look of shock on both of their faces was well worth the awkwardness of the evening.

On days that she helped her mother at the inn, Tristan would call the front desk and ask for extra towels, or shampoo knowing that Rory would insist on taking them up and usually find him half naked working out in his room or just getting out of the shower. A hungry kiss here, a quick feel there would drive Rory crazy with want the entire day…

Only to find him gone by the time she got off work.

Rory, tired of Tristan's little game took matters into her own hands and used the hell-hot summer as an excuse to wear less and less around Mr. Frigid DuGray… Hell-bent on breaking him, her bras were the first to go and when not enough skin showed through her t-shirts and tank tops she wore her Chilton shirts loose, and partly unbuttoned. The skin that flashed in between the buttons definitely had a desired effect on Tristan… He was obviously a fan of the schoolgirl look, something Rory was careful to make a note of… for later. When she pulled her hair up she could almost hear him strain to keep his composure, especially when she turned her face to look away from him feigning innocence at the amount of skin she was exposing just for him...

Caught in the sidelines, Lorelai could only look on. She had already made up her mind that Tristan was pushing her daughter to the edge of corruption. Never in her many years as a smart, sophisticated modern woman would she have entertained the idea of her virginal baby initiating tactful attacks of seduction on the young demigod with the silver sports car.

Yet there it was. From the kitchen table she could see them walking towards the house, Taylor ice cream cones in hand. The look in Tristan's face was unmistakable, but who could blame him… the way Rory twirled her hair with one hand as she looked up at him with her baby blues… licking the phallic cone as if she were giving him a preview of things to come… She was a mini-Lorelai in heat.

"Damn it!" Lorelai tore herself away from the window with an incredible amount of self-loathing. Now she wanted ice cream!

Wait!

That wasn't it.

Rory.

Her baby, whom she trusted above all others. If her daughter wanted to let this, this punk into her bed that was Rory's business, not hers. She was old enough to make her own decisions… Right? She would not get involved, if Rory needed her, she would go to her. Rory obviously didn't need her, so she grabbed her purse and walked outside. She did not want to be home to witness the awkward tango those two kept on getting themselves stuck in lately.

"Hey mom!"

"Hey kiddo"

"Lorelai" Tristan nodded

"Kid I don't like" Lorelai nodded back not missing a beat.

"Where you going?" Rory asked ignoring her mother's last comment

"Umm… I don't know. That ice cream looks good!"

"Mmm… it is! Wanna taste?" from where Lorelai stood, the damn thing even looked like a stubby phallus… stupid summer driving her nuts…

"No… I think I'll get my own" Lorelai's mouth watered, "I'll be back in a few"

"Okay" Rory realized her mother was going to leave them alone in the house, "Umm… Tris and I are just gonna grab some things."

"Okay" Lorelai looked at her daughter feeling a pang in her heart before turning to Tristan, "Kid I don't like"

"Lorelai" Tristan nodded not missing his beat.

Rory could only smile shaking her head as they watched her mother leave before they entered the house.

"I think she's warming up to you!" Rory called back feeling the nervousness of being alone in her house with Tristan. It wasn't the first time, it just always felt this way to be alone with Tristan.

"Yeah, like a branding iron" Tristan muttered closing the door behind him. Rory chuckled throwing her arms around his neck,

"You're nice."

"Yeah?" Tristan smirked, "and what do I get for being nice to your mother?"

"This" Rory leaned in pressing her lips to his immediately feeling woozy at the contact. Tristan body reacted immediately to Rory pressing up against him, his resolve to make her squirm was waning fast and a low throaty groan escaped his lungs. Tristan's reaction was picked up by Rory who was silently delighted that she seemed to be gaining the upper hand. Blood rushed to her face as determination struggled with the concern that her mother would be back soon. In the end, determination won and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation of her next move, but Tristan seemed to be one step ahead of her.

"Here" Tristan took the melting ice cream cone from Rory's hand and walked into the kitchen in purposeful steps as if he owned the house. A pang of concern flashed through Rory, was he going to take this away from her before it had begun? She hurried after him.

"Rory where is your garba-"

Rory pounced him before he had a chance to finish his sentence almost knocking him off his feet. Her lips fell ardently on his, her body pressed against his in such a way that left little doubt on anybody what her intentions were.

"Rory!" Tristan pushed her back wide-eyed, "what's gotten into you?"

"Are you complaining?" Rory's chest heaved a little, her eyes were glossy with desire.

"Well, no but-"

Rory lunged at him again knocking the ice cream cones from his hand this time. Tristan had to admit, not only was he highly amused, he was incredibly turned on.

"Down Rory! ...Don't make me have to hose you down…"

Rory batted her eyes at him before sheepishly asking, "Would you deny me if I were soaking wet?"

The double-entendre of the sentence was not lost on Tristan. His eyes darkened with lust and he pushed his face within an inch of hers,

"You're playing with fire little girl… your mother will be come home soon, do not start something you're not gonna finish"

Rory blushed but she refused to give in, she put her hand in her pocket and shyly pulled something out, careful to keep it palmed inside her fist. With her other hand, she nervously tugged at his belt to show him she meant business before shyly adding,

"So finish it for me"

For Tristan, the flood gates were opened. He was on her before Rory even realized what was happening. His lips came crashing on top of hers, his masculine hands on her face, her breasts, her waist, her hips, the front of her skirt…

Rory's heart raced and her mind swooned as she got caught up in the whirlwind that was Tristan DuGray once more. She wanted this more that anything but she was suddenly afraid of what she had done. She tried to gain some control but couldn't open the buttons of Tristan's shirt fast enough and she became frustrated considering that hers already hung limp at her elbows and Tristan's head was reaching down so that he could-

Oh!

That… do that with such intensity that she gasped out as her whole body contracted. His tongue was ice cold compared to the fever that had resided inside Rory for days now, the contrast was incredible and she entwined her fingers in his hair to keep them connected as the momentum pushed them back against the kitchen table. Rory felt the lips currently ravaging her nipple curl into an acknowledging smirk and she felt herself go weak. The fight in her dwindled to a turbulent hunger ready to accept whatever Tristan had in mind. Rory knew there was something she was forgetting but at the moment she couldn't figure out what it was… and frankly, she didn't care. Rory didn't even put up a fight when Tristan pulled himself up, roughly turned her around and bent her over the kitchen table. Her cheek touched the cold Formica as she felt her skirt being raised and her underwear roughly pulled down her thighs. She silently wished he would take them off completely but said nothing that would interrupt him. Instinctively, she gripped the side of the table with the one hand closest to the edge and braced herself with the other. The feel of the wispy fabric holding her knees together, the cold air on her ass, and the heat from the sun spilling in from the open kitchen window all fought for her attention but she remained steadfast in her convictions and focused on nothing but the straining hot flesh pressing against her body ready to take her into another place.

The initial intrusion came fast and with a flash of pain that almost caused Rory to cry out. Then, beyond all reason, above all levels of comprehension of the male libido Tristan slowed down and took his time to let Rory adjust and get used to him. For that, Rory was ever thankful… she had nearly forgotten how… she had nearly forgotten Tristan, and now grunted small breaths through clenched teeth, sweat forming at her brow as she adjusted to the magnificent invasion. She could not imagine what she would have done if he had just plowed into her!

"Ror…" Tristan muttered a groan that came from his belly… deep and almost inaudible. Rory understood that he was asking for permission and nodded her head quickly, desperately letting out a whimpered, "Oh!" when she felt him withdraw only to enter her again… easier this time, though none-the-less invasive.

Rory wanted to close her eyes and abandon herself to the sensations building within but with each thrust she was brought back to the kitchen table, forced to exhale loudly, her eyes unblinking. She decided that she must have looked like a fish out of water gasping for air and knew that she would have bruises on her thighs from hitting the table over and over but she didn't really care. Tristan hand had a death grip on Rory's left hip, the skin around his fingers a very contrasting color to her flushed pale skin. It drove him on even more. Some spilled sugar from breakfast this morning stuck to her bare breasts and stomach and it dug into her skin adding a different dimension to already surreal experience.

"Rory…" Tristan grunted out behind her.

"Don't stop!" Rory begged between gasps at the box of Captain Crunch inches from her face.

This was not what Rory had imagined their next time to be like. She wanted romance, candles, and a boyfriend that was not afraid to say "I love you" but here she was, being taken on her mother's kitchen table, where just a couple of hours ago they had discussed the ingenuity of mixing Mango juice with Raspberry sherbet to make something they would call a Rango smoothie, in the middle of the afternoon with the blinds open no less. There was no point in sugar-coating it; this was as far from romantic as could be imagined. Anybody curious enough to peek in would have gotten more than an eyeful, but through all frustrations, she was getting what she wanted. Tristan shifted his hips a little and leaned over to see Rory's face, she looked a little shell shocked but otherwise okay… The knowledge, more than the feeling that he was inside Rory made Tristan's blood boil and it took all he had to control himself for her sake. Tristan bent over and playfully licked the corner of Rory's mouth.

"Rory…" Tristan huskily whispered in her ear, "I-"

"Don't say it!" Rory bit out in a desperate breath, "…not like this…" Rory clenched her teeth refusing to turn her face to look at him. She was beyond humiliated at this point but too far gone to try to do anything about it. Her right hand was a tight fist she wanted to beat on the table but fought the urge to be one of "those" girls… she could just imagine the smug look on Tristan's face if she were to do so and flatly refused to give him the satisfaction that he was having that much of an effect on her. So instead her fingernails dug into her palm and Rory struggled yet again not to cry out. It was a loosing battle, he was having that effect one her,

"Oh!"

"Shit!" Tristan grunted. Sweat dripped down his forehead stinging his eyes. Tristan was fascinated by the small of her back and the gentle swell of her hips and impatiently wiped at his face before regaining his grip on Rory's ass. He had been a little too preoccupied their first time to really "see" her, but this time… in broad daylight no less…

"Ror…" Tristan swallowed. He wouldn't be forgetting "this" image of Rory any time soon.

"Ugh!" Rory's tilted her head up, sweat dripping down her open jaw. She had never looked so wantonly sexy… Tristan couldn't help but drape over her and take her mouth in his…

It was a hungry kiss, a desperate kiss that connected both of their bodies communicating all the unspoken words of the last couple of days. It also communicated a very simple and urgent message, Tristan could not last much longer, the passion was too intense.

In a desperate attempt to draw out the inevitable, Rory pushed up on the table to try to separate… The couch was not too far, her room even closer… but the shift in angle decided for her that she too was done as Tristan's thrusts hit just the right spot and took her over the edge. Her body tightened, her hands slipped and she fell forward on her elbows as her orgasm rocketed through her. Tristan felt her body tense up and he groaned out his thundering release triggering yet another orgasm from Rory who cried out like a little girl in pain. Her head hung low and her eyes shot wide open, sweat trickled down her brow and her hair stuck to her face as she tried to think straight. Her vision before her clouded over as the waves of pleasure crashed through her body and only started to subside after she felt Tristan pull out and pick her up like the rag doll she felt like.

"I won!" Rory said in a dreamy afterglow as Tristan put her down on her couch.

"You sure did Mary…" Tristan caught his breath. He noticed her fist still tightly clenched, "Ror, what do you have in your hand?"

Rory blinked a couple of times as she looked at her closed fist and slowly opened it to show Tristan, and herself, a crumpled condom package she had purchased "just in case" the inevitable happened. It lay in her hand now, unopened.

"Oh God…" Rory's eyes widened. She looked up at Tristan but he was now looking out the living room window.

"Rory," Tristan said firmly before turning to face her paled and frightened face, "get dressed, your mother is coming."

* *End* *

A/N - Thoughts? This was just a quick shot story but I tried hard to keep them in character. Hope I succeeded. Let me know! Please review!