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Rory had originally come over to help Tristan with his homework. They both knew that he was smart enough, but he just needed someone to stand over him and watch him do it. They were both suffering from a severe case of Senioritis, but Rory was the perfect motivation for him. He could finish his work, then he could play. The basketball season had ended, college applications had been sent out and they had been spending a lot more time with each other lately. Tristan glanced at the clock. They had been making out for at least twenty minutes and he knew that she was going to be pulling away soon. Despite their agreement to slowly work up to having sex, they could only go so far before actually having sex.
"Tristan." She pulled away from him.
"Okay," He muttered, silently laughing to himself.
"Can we keep going?" She asked. Thinking he had heard her wrong, he stopped to look at her.
"Did you just say what I think you said?" He asked seriously.
"Yeah, I did." Sighing, he climbed off of her. "What are you doing?" She actually sounded put out by the fact that he wasn't cooperating.
"You can't just give me the go-ahead nod." He said. "We have to talk about this."
"We have. I want you to be my first, Tristan." She said seriously. His eyes went to the corner of the room, he couldn't look at her when she was talking like that. "Hey, look at me." She put her hand under his chin. "Talk to me about this. What are you thinking?"
"Why now?"
"Tristan, I love you. You knew that this was going to happen eventually."
"This is going to change… everything. You do realize that right?"
"I'm a virgin, Tristan, not an idiot." She got off the bed.
"Don't get upset. I just don't want you to do something you might regret later."
"Why would I regret having sex with you?" Rory stopped and analyzed his face. "Oh my God." She said. "Are you having sex with someone else?" Tristan's head shot up.
"What?! No!" He yelled. "Absolutely not! God how could you think that?" He asked.
"Well, you're Tristan DuGray and you're turning down sex. Is it me? Do you not want to sleep with me?"
"Yes, I mean no. I don't know what to say to you." He said, clearly confused by the situation.
"Explain it to me." He sighed.
"We've been dating three months. You couldn't even say I love you to Dean after dating him three months. Now you want to have sex?"
"You think it's too soon?" She wanted to know.
"You've been waiting eighteen years for the right moment." He looked at her.
"I've waited eighteen years for the right person Tristan, and you are that person."
"How do you know?" He asked.
"I just know!" Rory yelled, frustrated at him.
"I don't want to fight with you about this." He said, knowing that any moment that they were just in the middle of had completely been annihilated.
"Well then you should have said yes!" Tristan scoffed and bit back a laugh. He glanced at Rory. His eyes were gleaming with something that he thought was hilarious. "What?" She asked. "Go ahead, say it. I'm already pissed, what do you have to lose?" He finally burst out laughing.
"You're not pissed. You're sexually frustrated," he realized "and you're taking it out on me." He said with a laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" She said, trying to stay mad.
"You just yelled at me because I wouldn't have sex with you. You!" He said as he pointed to her. "It's funny." He said.
"It's not funny!" She said, biting back a smile. "I was trying to have a serious conversation with you."
"No, you were trying to slip it past me. I must say I am pretty impressed."
"Shut up."
"No really, you were smooth. Wait until I'm all revved up and think that I won't think twice about sleeping with you. You've come a long way Gilmore." Acting appalled, she scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.
"You were the one who turned me down, DuGray. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you liked not having sex with me. Talk about being whipped." She said, pushing every button he had.
"Come here." He said, walking towards her.
"No." She shook her head and smiled.
"Come here." He said with a mischievous grin as he chased her over the bed and finally tackled her to the floor.
"Ah!" She squealed as he pinned her to the floor. Wiggling underneath him, she was powerless to move.
"I love you." He said with a happy smile. "And if you really think you're ready, I'd be more than willing to oblige."
"Really?" Her blue eyes shining with hope. He nodded.
"If you're really sure this is what you want." He said.
"I want it to be special, but I also want my first time to be real. This is where our relationship started." She said as she pointed towards the bed. "It feels…right." She said with a smile.
"Good to know." He said with a grin.
"But Tristan?"
"Yeah."
"As confident as I may have seemed back there, I'm still going to need you to walk me through it. I have no idea what I'm doing." He smiled.
"There's the girl I fell in love with." He said with a kiss. The sweet kiss made Rory melt a little inside. They got up off the floor and Rory put herself together again. "You're leaving me?" He asked as she got ready to slip out the door.
"Yep, but the next time we're making out, you can tutor me." Rory said with a little too much innocence. Tristan groaned and rested his forehead against hers.
"That's just mean." He said.
"But it's going to keep you thinking about me, and next time you won't think twice." She kissed him.
OOOOO
"Hey, I was thinking of coming over tonight, what do you think?" Rory asked at school later that week.
"Since when do you ask permission to come over to my house?" He asked her as he shut his locker.
"Since our discussion the other night." She said bluntly. Realization dawned on him and he nodded.
"Got it." He said. "My parents won't be home, if that's what you are asking." He smiled at her covert nature, like anyone could possibly imagine what the two of them were talking about right now.
"Good. I'll meet you back here after school."
"Hey, what does your mom say about all of this?" He asked, knowing that he would probably be in deep with Lorelei the next time he saw her.
"Don't worry, we talked about it." Rory said simply as she walked off to her next class.
"That doesn't really answer my question." He yelled after her. She gave a shrug but didn't turn around.
OOOOO
Tristan had spent the rest of his afternoon thinking about how he was going to have sex with Rory. He couldn't even begin to concentrate on anything else. He was nervous, but Rory was even more nervous. She was a little comforted by the fact that Tristan was tapping his steering wheel to the music, something he only did when he was thinking. If you asked him, he probably wouldn't even realize that he doing it. Now that they had talked about having sex, the sexual tension was just hanging in the air.
"This is awkward." Rory said, breaking the silence that had enveloped the car.
"Just a little." Tristan said with a smile. Maybe he shouldn't have asked questions before when she asked to go further.
"It doesn't have to be." She said.
"No, you're right." He said, nodding his head.
"We just have to get it over with." She said. "Not, get it over with, but you know. Do it already."
"I know what you meant." He said with a laugh as he pulled into his driveway. As they climbed the steps to his bedroom, Rory suddenly wasn't that nervous. She threw her bag in the corner as if she lived there, which she practically did. Tristan smiled as he locked the bedroom door
"I love that." He said as he grabbed her wrist and spun her around. Rory stared at him.
"Huh?" He glanced towards her bag and she shrugged, understanding what he meant.
"You're a creature of habit, it's adorable." He said with a kiss.
"We've known each other for three years. I've gotten a comfortable system down, don't break me of it now."
"I wouldn't dare." He said, feigning seriousness. Rory escaped his embrace and wandered over to his bed. She fell onto it, her head hitting the pillow just right.
"See? I've even got a spot sunk into your mattress." She said with a grin.
"That's my favorite habit." He said as he climbed on top of her. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her nose.
"Kiss me." She whispered. Her voice pulled him towards her in a way he wasn't expecting. It was almost as if he had no self-control over himself, as if her own thoughts and wishes moved him into action. He was prepared to settle into his own comfortable routine, but was surprised to find something else behind Rory's kiss that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He groaned as she brushed her fingers across his skin as she worked to remove his tie. He broke the kiss as he stopped to remove his shirt. Helping him toss it over his shoulder, Rory smiled as she pulled him back down towards her.
The kiss got hot fast and Tristan felt himself harden as Rory wrapped her legs around his waist. He lifted her onto his lap and began unbuttoning her shirt. He sucked gently on her earlobe, causing her to let out a moan of delight. His lips left a hot trail down her neck, collarbone and onto the front of her chest. This was as far as they had ever gone, but Rory wanted nothing more than to give in to the feeling that was pulsing through her veins. Tristan glanced at her before letting his fingers slip underneath the straps of her bra and unclasp it. Nearly going dizzy from the sight, Tristan kissed Rory fiercely as he pushed her back onto the bed before finally allowing himself to wrap his wet mouth around her nipple. Rory's fingers clenched a lock of Tristan's hair as she bucked against him at the sensation. She had never experienced an orgasm, but she had a feeling that she was about to.
"God, Rory, you taste so good." He moaned before taking the other breast in his mouth.
"Tristan," she begged. "Please. I want you so much it hurts." She whimpered. Realizing that this was the first time she had done this, Tristan gave her some sympathy. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, noticing for the first time how wet she was. Suddenly becoming self-conscious, Tristan kissed her again as he pulled her underwear off, leaving her completely exposed.
"You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He said with such worship that Rory closed her eyes, overwhelmed by his love. "But we could do this without actually having sex." Tristan said quietly as he examined her eyes. Rory shook her head.
"I want my first time to be with you, all of you." She said, trying to be brave. He nodded.
"Okay." He said as he grazed her forehead with his lips. He reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. Removing his pants, he ripped the foil packet and pulled out the condom. Rory couldn't help but stare as he slipped it over his throbbing penis. Swallowing, Rory laid back and tried to breathe. "How you doin' Mare?" He asked, trying to be comforting. "Do you want to take a minute?" She shook her head.
"I want you to keep kissing me." She said as he laid back over her. Following her orders, he went back to making out with her, if only for a few minutes. Rory found herself opening up to him and soon, she felt him shift her body so he could enter her.
"This is going to sting a little." He warned. With a kiss, Rory inhaled sharply as his length entered her. He felt her fingernails dig into his shoulder blade. "You okay?" She nodded and kissed him again. Slowly, he began to move within her. Rory's eyes fluttered shut, her body instinctively working for her own pleasure.
"Tris," she moaned, trying to form words. She was fighting the feeling, unsure of what was going to happen.
"Shh. Relax, Ror. It's a good feeling, focus on that feeling." He grunted as he worked to get her off.
"Oh God." She cried as her abdomen began to tighten. She didn't know why, but she felt the pull from the top of her head to her curling toes. Tristan reached down and rubbed her clit and Rory's world exploded behind her eyelids. She yelled his name as the aftershocks rumbled throughout her body. Unable to hold on any longer, Tristan came almost as soon as she did. Collapsing, he left her, making her feel strangely empty inside. Shaking, he discarded the used condom before turning to check on her. Rory just put up her hand, non-verbally asking him for a second to process what she had just experienced. Once she had composed herself, she turned to face him.
"Hi." He said with a smile.
"Hi." She rolled over on top of him, wanting to feel that closeness again. They intertwined legs and she placed her head under his chin. Tristan grabbed her hand and interlocked their fingers as well.
"What are you thinking?" He asked. "Was it everything you thought it would be?"
"You were… so good to me." She said. "I can't imagine doing this with anyone else but you." She felt his chest stop moving as the breath caught in his throat. She moved to see his face, wanting to know what he was thinking. "What?" He kissed her forehead and ran a finger across her cheek.
"No one has ever put that much faith in me. Thank you." She nodded as they both blinked back some tears that were threatening to escape. She laughed at herself as Tristan exhaled loudly, the seriousness of the conversation taking its toll on the two.
"Okay, change of subject?" She asked. Tristan just shook his head.
"I've been thinking a lot lately about you and me." He said as he ran his fingers up and down her back.
"Oh yeah?" She said with a smile. "What were you thinking about?"
"Our future, college, life."
"You're going to ruin this moment by talking about serious stuff, aren't you?" She teased him. Tristan chuckled.
"No," He said, changing his mind before he kissed the top of her head. He started counting in his head: one, two, three, four...
"So what do you see for our future?" She asked. He laughed at her inability to contain her curiosity.
