"What are you laughing at?" he asked, his voice husky, quiet, but still echoing in the dark room.

He lay on his bare stomach, between her legs, his chin resting just above her belly button, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her flustered skin. She lay below him, on her back, her fingers running through his hair.

"Nothing" she said, unable to wipe the grin off of her face.

Her room was dark and quiet, not surprising since it was the middle of the night. The small reading lamp on her nightstand flooded the bed with stark light, their bodies still glistening with sweat.

"Spill" he demanded, smirking.

"Nothing, it's just amusing how little time it took for you to work up the guts to sneak into my room again" she said suggestively.

He chuckled.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures" he reasoned.

"Desperate times?" she asked arching her eyebrows.

"Yeah. I haven't had sex with you in two days, I say that qualifies as desperate times" he explained then went back to his task of placing small, wet kisses on her stomach.

"Aww, poor baby" she teased.

He looked up and watched her, a small smile creeping on his face.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing" he teased.

"What?" she repeated.

"I like you smiling" he said simply.

It was pretty amazing. The fact that he could say something that made her heart skip a beat without it being sappy or cliched. But it also reminded her of the fact that her smiles were rare. Her expression became more serious as she realized the hidden meaning in his words.
"And I like you naked" he added kissing her skin again, pulling her back from her grave thoughts.

She groaned suddenly being reminded of her exposed state. She grabbed the comforter to try to cover herself.

"No, no, no" he protested, his arms preventing her from achieving her goal "no need to do that"

She winced groaning again.

"You're beautiful" he whispered, barely audible.

"And you're delusional" she sighed.

He chuckled again puling himself up and coming to rest on top of her, his face leveled with hers. He started kissing her neck.

"You're just fishing for compliments now" he murmured into her neck, his voice vibrating on her skin.

"I am not" she huffed.

"You want me to tell you you're gorgeous and mesmerising and sexy and ..."

"Nooo" she groaned covering her eyes with her hands.

"...magnificent and amazing. And I will probably tell you all that just to get into your pants" he went on, his voice low and husky, teasing.

"I think my pants are somewhere over there" she motioned vaguely towards the other end of the room where their clothes lay scattered.

He chuckled.

"Good point. Then I'll just tell you all that to get into you" he said licking her earlobe.

"Oooh, ambitious words from someone who just came what, 10 minutes ago?" she teased back.

"Oh, you'd be surprised" he said pulling himself up a little more and grinding his hips against hers letting her feel his already growing erection.

She gasped looking at him surprised, her eyes wide.

"Told you it was desperate times" he said chuckling, then kissing her.

"How is that even possible?" she laughed unbelieving.

"I'm seventeen, just hit my sexual prime" he explained with a well placed smirk.

"Is that so?" she asked, her grin present again.

He looked at her for a second smiling then brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

It made her realize it all felt perfect. For a second, her life felt perfect. It didn't matter she was unsure about her future, her life, herself in general. Nothing seemed to bother her.

There was a sudden creak from down the hall and they both looked towards the door unconsciously holding their breath. They heard a toilet flush and then footsteps grow fainter.

She let out the breath she was holding and he turned back concentrating on brushing the hair away from her neck back onto her pillow, his face suddenly weary.

"It sucks being a teenager, huh?" she said trying to make light of the situation.

He smiled a wry smile.

"I can't say I wouldn't like having you without worrying your dad hearing your screams" he said and she gasped, her eyes widening, her face blushing.

"I don't scream" she mouthed, her face a deep red.

"Yeah, unfortunately" he retorted.

She winced in embarrassment and felt him kiss her cheek.

"I'd love to make you scream, Rory Hayden Gilmore"

She covered her eyes again with her hands as he laughed at her discomfort.

"You make me do more than I thought I could already" she groaned.

He stared at her with eyes wide, his smirk growing.

"Really?" he said, his voice full of lust "how's that?"

She blushed again under his gaze, covering her eyes with her hands once again. She shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes looking at her questioning.

She squirmed, not wanting to elaborate, but his gaze stayed on her intent.

"I don't know" she started whispering, avoiding his gaze. She cleared her throat and went on, her voice low, cracking.

"I just never really... I don't know... I didn't know I could like... sex... so much"

She blushed again expecting an annoying comment. But looking up, his expression was serious, concerned even. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then changed his mind and kissed her forehead instead gently.

The silence settled over them and she couldn't help but think about how her life changed in the last couple of weeks. She discovered feelings, desires inside of herself she didn't know she had, simply because of the way he touched her. It was astonishing.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" he asked, the transition seamless and she looked at him for a couple of seconds trying to grasp what he was asking him.

She shrugged, finally understanding the question.

"I don't know"

He sighed and winced, rubbing his face with one hand as if he was contemplating a decision in his head.

"Uhm... there's this party..." he started and Rory watched him as he cleared his throat "I... I sort of promised I'd go"

"Oh" she said, not knowing where he was going with this. The statement surprised her. She found it hard to imagine that he felt an obligation towards anyone concerning anything.

He went on, clearly in discomfort.

"Dave was going on and on about how I've been neglecting them" he explained.

"When did you see him?" she asked not remembering Dave mentioning anything about the party during their brief encounter.

"Uhm, Monday" he said looking at her, searching her eyes.

"Right" she said, remembering that weird day when he took off after their strange encounter with his sister.

She moved under him, suddenly feeling weird, exposed and uncomfortable. He let her slide out from under him grabbing the sheets to cover herself.

"I thought we could both go" he said eyeing her.

She stopped mid motion.

"Oh" was all she could manage.

He watched her, his face calm and she felt her heart rate pick up again. She loved the fact that he didn't seem to be insecure. He didn't ask whether she wanted to go or not, didn't explain himself. Just told her he'd like her there. And she felt herself agreeing without even thinking. Even though she didn't know these people and wasn't much of a party person, especially not lately.

"I'll just pick you up tomorrow" he said kissing her lightly and getting off the bed to dress.

"I'll have to ask" she said quietly and he looked at her as he pulled his pants up. He studied her face for a second then nodded, grabbing the rest of his clothes.

He came back over the bed and leaned in to kiss her again.

"Tell them I won't let you do drugs straight away" he said, his voice amused and she sighed thinking that her parents would probably not appreciate the joke.

She watched as he walked to the window and glanced back at her with a small smile before climbing out.

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He had been standing in front of the house, leaning against the hood of his car for 5 minutes.

Lorelai watched from the living room through the window, with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

She took a deep breath and went to open the door, walking out into the porch watching him as he straightened himself seeing her.

"Hey" she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Mrs. Hayden" he said, nodding with his head.

"I use my maiden name" she said, her voice indifferent.

"Ms. Gilmore" he said, his tone unchanged, his weight still resting against the car.

"You know, you can come in if you're picking her up to take her out" she said, an eyebrow arching.

He looked at her for a second as if contemplating his answer.

"Thank you, out here is okay" he answered and she swore she saw a trace of a smirk on his face.

She narrowed her eyes.

"I think you should come in though" she said, making her point clear "You know girls, takes them ages to get ready. Picking out the right top, putting on mascara"

"Yeah, I bet the mascara is tricky" he broke her off, his comment slightly cynical.

She arched an eyebrow again and opened the door waiting for him to come in.

He sighed looking around, but then obeyed her silent request, walking up the stairs and into the house.

He stopped inside and watched as she moved around him to go into the living room. He followed her with her eyes and saw Christopher holding a toddler in his arms.

His eyes widened for a second as he saw Tristan, then cleared his throat nervously taking a couple of seconds toward him as Lorelai came to stand beside him.

"Mr. Hayden" he said, greeting him, his face calm.

"Hello. Tristan, is it?" he asked, his voice obviously affected.

He nodded in return and glanced towards the stairs for a second.

"Come, sit down" Lorelai motioned towards the couch and Tristan obeyed yet again sighing.

"So. Where are you two crazy kids headed?" Lorelai asked cheerfully glancing between the two guys who were eyeing each other.

Tristan's lips moved to form a small smile.

"To a party in Hartford" he answered.

"Oooh. Gotta love Friday night parties. Best night for a party. I mean Saturday is good too, but Friday, Friday is the best. Except if Monday is a day off. Then Saturday is practically Friday" she rambled sensing the tension in the room.

Tristan smiled, his face calm.

"I gather there will be alcohol" Chris said, speaking for the first time and there was an awkward silence as he looked at Tristan intently.

Tristan couldn't help letting out a silent chuckle as he looked around the room.

"Yeah, I gather" he answered, his face still indifferent, his gaze almost challenging.

"I hope you are aware Rory is only 17. And that you will have to drive her back home as well" he said, his face serious.

"Yes, sir, I am aware of both of those facts" he said, once again a hint of cynicism in his voice and Lorelai sighed as she felt Chris tense besides her. She placed a hand on his leg and he let out a breath he had been holding unconsciously.

He sighed.

"So, Tristan" he started again, obviously trying to stay civil "you do any sports?" he asked, desperate for a conversation topic.

"Ooh, nice one. Very Meet the Parents" Lorelai joked with mock seriousness and Chris glared at her.

Tristan just smiled.

"No sir, not particularly"

Chris nodded accepting.

"What about future plans? Any careers you're considering?" he tried again.

"Oh brother" Lorelai rolled her eyes.

"What is your problem?" Chris turned to her "I'm just trying to have a decent conversation"

"By intimidating him and asking him about what he is gonna do for work?" she scoffed.

"It's a topic" he insisted.

"He's 17, Chris"

"Well, Rory knows what she wants to do"

"Rory knew when she was 2, that doesn't mean all kids know"

"Well, excuse me for trying to play nice" he said offended.

"Play nice? You are two sentences away from 'So son, what are your intentions with my daughter?'" she shot back.

"Oh please" he said rising from his seat rocking Matt who was stirring in his sleep thanks to the argument.

"Hi. What's going on?" Rory spoke as three heads darted in her direction. She stood there, her face bewildered at the sight that welcomed her in the living room.

Tristan sighed slightly relieved and got up to walk towards the front door grabbing her hand as he passed her.

"We should go" he said simply and opened the door "Have a good night" he added glancing back at Lorelai and Chris.

Rory just let him drag her speechless, not understanding.

"Alright, be careful. And bring her home by midnight" They heard Christopher's voice calling after them as they walked down the stairs and out towards his car.

"Oh for god's sakes. Stay as long as you want, just call around eleven to let us know when you'll be home" Lorelai corrected him.

"Are you crazy?" they heard Chris whisper.

"Get your ass inside, Robert DeNiro" she replied.

They heard the door close as they got inside the car.

"How long have you been in there?" Rory asked him still surprised.

"Too long?" he smirked as he started his car, pulling out of the driveway.

"God, I'm sorry" she winced, imagining the conversation he must have had "was my mom crazy?"

"I believe 'cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs' is the technical term" he answered as he turned a corner, leaving her street behind.

She groaned burying her face in her hands.

"And dad?" she asked worried peeking through her fingers.

He sighed.

"It was fine Rory" he said, reassuring her "reminded me of why I don't date, but fine" he laughed.

"I'm sorry" she whispered genuinely concerned.

He suddenly stopped the car, the tires screeching slightly and pulled her in to kiss her passionately, taking her by surprise.

"It's all worth it" he murmured as he pulled away, smirking, letting her fall back into her seat as he put the car into gear again.

She chuckled and watched him from her seat, realizing how hot he looked. He was wearing a thin black sweater, a brown jacket and faded jeans, his hair as messy as ever. He let his elbow rest on the window that was rolled down despite the chilly night air rushing in.

It was already dark outside.

"What?" he glanced at her and she realized she's been staring at him for minutes.

"Nothing" she bit her lip to keep from smiling, her voice innocent.

He broke into a grin.

"What?" he repeated, smiling.

"You look good" she said simply and he looked at her, his eyebrow arching.

"Yeah?" he teased.

"Yeah" she repeated confident and she moved over to his side lifting her leg to come to rest in his lap, straddling him.

The sudden movement and the fact that she blocked his view surprised him and the car stirred to the right, the tires making an unpleasant sound as they went off the pavement.

"Rory" he exclaimed shocked.

He jerked the wheel back and moved her slightly to be able to see the road.

He glanced at the rear view mirror nervously checking for cars, but luckily they were already outside of Stars Hollow, the road empty.

"What are you doing?" he laughed and groaned as she started kissing his neck.

Her hands moved down his chest and she ground her hips into him.

"Okay, I am pretty sure your dad is gonna kill me if I crash into a tree because of this" he groaned trying to keep his eyes open.

"I've missed you" she purred into his ears and he let out a shaky breath.

"Yeah?" he asked breathless, his hands gripping the wheel as she ground her hips into his once again.

"Yeah" she replied and licked his earlobe, making him moan.

"You're gonna get us killed" he whispered, his voice husky.

She stopped her ministrations and moved away slightly to look at him.

He sighed part relieved to be able to focus on the road more and part frustrated at the loss of touch.

She looked at him with the same mysterious smile she was looking at him before.

"What?" he asked again, more impatient, not being able to hide the fact he was turned on.

"So what makes a sloppy blow job?" she asked calmly.

"What?" he asked, not understanding where that question came from.

"You said someone was giving you a sloppy blow job when you first saw me. I was just wondering what makes a blow job sloppy?" she asked teasing, her voice low, flirtatious.

His breath caught in his chest as he processed her words and he glanced at the rear view mirror again nervously.

Rory leaned in closer to his face again and felt his breathing become shallow as he opened his mouth to speak as if trying to form a coherent sentence. He laughed slightly, disbelieving and groaned.

"So?" she urged him, teasing.

"I don't know" he laughed, incredulous.

"Oh come on" she purred again, her voice making him sigh and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Uhm... I don't know... I guess... haste? And flurry... and uhm... the lack of a good grip" he mumbled perplexed, but winced realizing he was actually answering her "seriously, are you nuts?"

"No, just curious" she murmured into his ear and made him hiss as she started to unbuckle his belt.

"Rory" he called her name breathless as he tried to keep his eyes open.

"Hmmm?" she hummed as she loosened his jeans and reached inside his boxers grabbing his rapidly growing erection.

He cursed, dropping his head back.

She moved off of him, getting back into her seat, giving him a moment's time to try to regain his composure.

All that was worthless though when the next second he felt her lean over his crotch and her hands wrapping around his rock hard member gently massaging it.

He gripped the wheel with both hands now, trying to keep the car on the road.

"So a good grip is crucial?" she mused as she squeezed him, making him gasp and moan.

He cursed again as he felt her hot lips going around him.

The car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road.

"You are insane" he exhaled his head dropping back and his eyes closing.

She sucked on him gently, then started moving her hand up and down on his erection, squeezing slightly with every stroke as she licked the tip.

He cursed again and moaned, his body tensing and his hips thrusting involuntarily into her mouth.

She quickened her movements and sucked on him harder as his hands came to rest on the back of her head.

She felt him sigh frustrated, as his hands tightened, then loosened their hold helplessly.

It turned her on, the fact that she was in control, that he lay at her mercy and he was so helplessly powerless.

She sucked harder, moaning, the vibrations making him cry out in pleasure. She felt him lose control and he thrust into her mouth panting her name. She felt him cum, and the sudden sensation of her mouth filling up with his tart taste made her eyes snap open. He cursed out loud, his whole body shaking and he moaned as she swallowed and sucked gently. She sat up to look at him, her hand going up to touch her lips, numb and tingling.

She watched him bewildered as he sat in the driver's seat, his hands going up to his head, his fingers running through his hair, his eyes shut tight and his breathing still erratic.

She felt exhilarated. Powerful. Incredible.

She's never done that. Well, she's done it with Dean and it always felt weird, uncomfortable. She remembered him being embarrassed and pulling out of her mouth every time just before he came, as though he felt guilty somehow.

He was so different. Non apologetic and confident. It turned her on to no end.

She looked at him curious, watching as he slowly regained control of his expression, his breathing, his body.

He opened his eyes, still clouded, icy blue. He stared at her, his chest still heaving.

He reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. She obeyed, falling against his chest and he hugged her, inhaling the smell of her hair.

"You are insane" he whispered and she noticed his fingers trembling slightly.

"Sloppy?" she asked amused.

He scoffed groaning as he closed his eyes, still exhausted.

He just laughed murmuring.

"In-fucking-sane"