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3. She's Easily Spooked: But He's Damn Good At What He Does
I really was making an effort to not shut my brain off while we made out- to keep the kiss from getting too heated- but it was she who pulled against the back of my neck to bring me closer, it was she who moved so she was as close as physically possible as she could be to me. I deepened the kiss without thinking and let my hand slide down her back and over her waist to rest lightly on her ass. Have I mentioned how nice of a figure Rory Gilmore has?
Rory jumped as if electrified, looking at my hand. I let go of her quickly and took a step back.
She looked back at me and I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, you're going to have to help me out here. I'm sorry but I don't know what things you're comfortable with." It was just her ass for God's sake; did she get offended that easily? Knowing the answer was a resounding 'yes' I kept that last part to myself.
She didn't answer so I brushed my fingers across her cheek lightly, as she had done to mine earlier. "Can I not touch you? 'Cause I'll try but honestly you do not know how difficult it is to be so close to you and to not."
"It's difficult for you?"
"Okay now you're just fishing for compliments."
That elicited an embarrassed chuckle from her lips. "No…I'm sorry. It's just strange. All of this." She shook her head slightly, gazing at a spot over my shoulder.
Adjusting her chin so that she was looking at me and not removing my hand after the task was done, I laughed back. "What, it's strange for you to be wanted?"
Realizing she wasn't laughing with me, I added, "Come on you can't be serious. Every guy I know…" Bad analogy, DuGrey, shut your mouth. I cleared my throat. "Sorry. What I mean is- well, it's more than a little hard to believe that you're surprised. I mean, not to bring him up again, but Bag Boy must have-"
"It's just never been emphasized so much." Rory murmured.
"I'm sorry if that's making you uncomfortable, but I do want you. Look at yourself."
She was turning red again. Brushing my hand over her waist, I chuckled again. "Is this making you uncomfortable?"
Slowly looking at me, she surprised me by shaking her head minutely. "No. It's making me…" She flushed a deeper red and evidently chose a different set of words then what she had been thinking, "It feels nice. Good."
Knowing the exact wording she had been thinking of, I suppressed the smirk from popping on my features. "And how come this time you feel good-" I emphasized the word with a teasing leer, "-and every other time I made a move you felt offended?"
"This time's different. You're different tonight."
"How?" I was actually confused.
"You're not trying to make me uncomfortable and we both know you enjoyed doing it before. You're being kinder…understanding even."
Rubbing circles on her hip bone with my thumb over her dress, I smiled. My other hand played with the short sleeve on her shoulder, lightly fingering it off her shoulder and on again. "So? Ground rules?"
"Do you have any?"
I stared at her.
"Okay. Stupid question. Um… I-I don't know. Dean-"
"Forget about Dean." I told her again. "Be here. With me. I won't have you standing there picturing him when I'm trying to kiss you."
"I haven't been. I won't be." She cleared her throat. The force with which she said it made me think that I was clearly the better kisser. "But… I don't know what you mean by ground rules."
"What can I not do?" I didn't hide the lascivious glint that I knew had appeared in my eyes.
She swallowed. "I-I don't know, what kind of a question is that?"
Breathing in her ear, I murmured, "Let me help you then." The hand that had been caressing her hips rode over the side of her body slowly, from the hem of her dress on her thigh to just under her chest. "Is this okay with you?" She nodded weakly, unable to look away from my eyes which were staring intensely at her.
My fingers marked a path over her collar bone and down her arm, linking with her hand briefly before releasing it. "And that? Does that feel good?" Again she nodded and I felt her goose bumps over her skin. Knowing that the temperature was well controlled, I smirked again knowing what the cause was.
I ran my hand now down her back, pressing down so even through the fabric I could feel every indent and crevice in her back. "And that?"
Without waiting for the nod, I let my hand wander down to her ass for the second time that night, keeping the pressure almost non-existent as I brushed against it. Her mouth half opened in protest so I decided to push the envelope and slid my hand even further down so that I was holding her ass. Giving just the quickest and lightest of squeezes, I kissed the side of her mouth. "Does that still feel good?" She nodded but squirmed slightly so I released her.
"If you don't want me to do something, just tell me. But before you do, I have to ask you three questions."
"Tristan, I don't know if…"
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes but-"
"Do you feel pressured in any way?"
"No but-"
Moving both my hands so that they suddenly gripped both sides of her ass, I leaned in so that our noses were touching. "So what's the problem?"
I kissed her deeply and since my hands were there anyways, I scooped her up in my hands so that she was off her feet. Pulling away briefly, I asked her to wrap her legs around my waist.
"I'm wearing a dress!"
"True." I conceded and jolted her by sitting down on the floor. I pulled her into my lap, her legs together and off over my legs.
"That wasn't what I meant."
"Mmhmm." I nuzzled her neck. "Does that feel good?"
Her hands found their way back into my hair as she nodded.
I gave her small kisses leading up to her ear, which I sucked. "And that, Rory?" I was answered by a breathy sigh.
Moving my lips down to her neck again, I gently kissed, licked, and sucked the area directly over her pulse which was now so strong I could feel it throbbing heavily against my tongue. "Does this feel good?" Instead of answering, Rory shifted her position to give me better access so that she was now kneeling on me, her knees sticking out on either side of me. Which was of course rather similar to the position she had refused earlier on the grounds of her wearing a dress.
Rory's hand found the edge of my sweater. Fingering it for a moment, she dipped her hand under my shirt and stroked the bottom of my bare back.
"What are you doing?" I couldn't help it; I was shocked she was actually initiating contact.
"Doesn't it feel nice?"
I quickly nodded in assent.
"It's… you've been focusing on… and I wanted to… You can't possibly be feeling…what I'm feeling…and it's not fair to you." She explained, looking embarrassed again.
I stared at her incredulously. "Rory, we've barely done anything-"
"I know." She said quickly. "I know and it's ridiculous that I'm already so…"
Oh God, hearing how much I affected her turned me on about five more notches, and I was already on fire from just being allowed to touch her at all.
"Rory. I was going to say that we've barely done anything and I'm already past aroused."
The word seemed to make her blush again. "But- how, I haven't done-"
"Just being near you gets me hard." I told her lowly, entwining my fingers in hers and guiding her hand to my growing boner.
I thought she might jump back at the touch, but she seemed amazed. Shocked, but amazed. Looking at me with those innocent blue eyes of hers, she asked in astonishment, "I affect you that much?"
"I told you I wanted you. I'm surprised you're surprised. You have no idea how much you affect me."
"Can I try something?"
"Of course."
Keeping her eyes on mine, the hand that was still beneath mine gingerly touched my hard-on again. This time, she pressed just a tiny bit harder and oh God this time she stroked me. Back and forth. Back and forth. Twice.
I couldn't help it. I shut my eyes and let out a guttural moan, my grip tightening around her hand.
When I re-opened my eyes, she was still staring at me. She had moved her hands so that she was holding my face and when she saw my eyes had re-opened, she swooped forwards and pressed her lips against mine hungrily. I returned the kiss with equal desire and gasped as her hand shifted under the front of my shirt to caress my stomach. Her other hand caressed the side of my face before hesitantly reaching down to cup me. I noticeably twitched before deepening the kiss, my fingers gliding down her face, over her collar bone, and softly down her chest, stroking the edges of her breast over her dress.
We pulled away for air and when I started kissing her again in slow deliberate movements, my hand moved to her back once more and started playing with the zipper.
"Does this feel good?" I breathed as I unzipped an inch of fabric and ran my hand under the dress to feel her back.
"God, Tristan everything feels good."
This cleared my head enough for me to pull away.
She looked at me, puzzled.
"Rory, how far exactly do you want to go tonight?" I had to ask. It could ruin the moment but I had to ask. If she was letting me unzip her, I would be removing more than just her dress. And I didn't know if she wanted that, if she was ready for that. She was my Mary, after all.
She gaped at me, unable to find words.
"Okay. I want you to understand me. If you want to stop, at any time, we'll stop. If I'm making you uncomfortable, we'll stop. Just tell me the second you think we're going too far."
She nodded.
"Do you want to stop now?" It killed me to give her the option. Why did my gentlemanly side have to come out tonight of all nights?
"Stop?" She took my hand in hers and guided me into unzipping her dress completely, though the nature of the dress meant that nothing more was exposed except the creamy porcelain of her back, which I could barely see from this angle anyways. "Do you want us to stop?"
No, I wanted to fuck you until you couldn't walk, Mary.
"Do you even have to ask me that?"
"I might be bad. I don't know what I'm doing. I might do it wrong!" She said in a rush, as though hoping if she said it quickly enough I wouldn't hear. As though I'd shove her off and leave if I did hear.
I had to grin. "Rory, I call you 'Mary'. Does it really seem like I'm expecting you to have a lot of experience?"
She let out a nervous laugh.
"You can't possibly do it wrong." I told her. "I'll show you what to do, okay?"
"I feel like an idiot." She looked down.
"Every physical experience is like this, okay? You're supposed to learn something new. We're supposed to tell each other what we want. I promise you won't end up breaking off my cock." I teased.
Again, my use of words seemed to make her twitch a little. Grinning, I added, "And I can guarantee your cu-"
"Tristan!"
I laughed, running my hand down her now bare back. "Trust me, babe."
My hands rode up her back to her shoulders and I pushed back the sleeves, causing the whole front to wilt forward. I deftly caught the material before it could even do so much as reveal her bra and looked at her again. Nothing in her eyes told me to stop so I let the dress go and bent forwards to kiss the areas of her breasts in which her bra didn't cover. Running my hands over her bra straps, I flicked them off her shoulders before moving back to her breasts, cupping one with my hand and easily slipping my thumb under the bra's material to caress the skin underneath.
I was going to ask if this was still okay when she reached behind herself and undid her bra, slipping her arms out of the straps and arching back to give me full access.
She was topless. Completely topless. I was looking at the silky perfection that were her breasts. My fingers slid around her and kneaded her bare breast, flicking her nipple softly before my lips descended on her other side and took to running my tongue over the skin surrounding the hardened peak.
Slipping my hands down to either side of her thighs, my hands inched upwards over the hem of the dress, pushing it up as I stroked her panty-covered ass. She lifted her arms up obligingly as I removed the dress completely.
