Normal POV
The party had raged on and Tristan had yet to approach Rory. She'd danced, drank and generally had a good time hanging out with the group and other people, but Tristan's absence was beginning to get on her nerves and there was no way in hell that Rory was going to degrade herself by going to him. No, he was going to come to her. Deciding to up the game a little, she sort out his eyes as a slow, sultry song began to play and kept them as she danced to the music with her arms in the air. She kept her eyes locked on his face as his eyes followed the movement of her hands as they slowly made their way through her hair and down her body before returning back into the air. She closed her eyes as she swayed her hips and gave a slow turn. Finishing her turn, she opened her eyes to find Tristan's eyes boring straight into hers. The look he gave her was so heated and the way her body became so hot in response left Rory fighting the urge to check that she hadn't spontaneously combusted.
She stalked up to him like some sleek predator as her wings fanned out behind her and ran her fingers down his chest to rest at the top of his jeans before she passed him and walked up the stairs. Halfway up she stopped and turned her head to catch Tristan's eye, before she continued up the stairs.
Now Tristan wasn't stupid. He knew when a girl was giving him an invitation, but he also knew that if he followed Rory no good would come out of it. Sure, he could be extremely satisfied, relaxed and happy if he followed her or he could be totally bored, restless and unsatisfied if he stayed downstairs, but if he picked option one how long would that state of mind last? However, while Tristan was going over his options in his mind, his body was already halfway up the stairs. It wasn't until he found himself looking down an empty hallway with the dull thud of music in the background. A soft melody was luring him further down the hallway and it wasn't till he had taken a few steps that he recognised it as someone playing the piano.
Deeply intrigued, he came to the last door and pushed it open to find Rory sat at a grand piano, her fingers flying over the keys as a haunting melody swirled around the room. Her eyes were closed and she looked completely entranced with in the music. With the lights off and the moonlight filtering in through the large bay window, Rory looked truly ethereal; like a real fallen angel with her black wings behind her.
Moving to lean against the door frame, he watched as she opened her eyes and turned her head to face him, without missing a beat, her eyes a blue so dark they seemed to rise up out of her pale face like separate crown jewels. Tristan was jerked out of his musing when her heard Rory send out one last note and left it hanging as she got up from the piano and turned around to face him, her fingers trailing over the keys behind her.
Pushing himself off the door frame, Tristan moved to stand in front of Rory and the two just stood there neither making a move towards the other one. The tension in the air built to unimaginable heights as they fought their desires to make the first move towards the other one. Suddenly, Tristan let out a growl before he pulled Rory towards him and then changed his mind and pushed her back up against the piano. Her wings providing as soft cushion for her back and head. His lips caught hers in a bruising kiss as his hands gripped her hips before he lifted her to sit on the piano keys, which in turn gave off stressed notes as the two deepened their kiss.
Tristan ran his hands down Rory's legs before gripping them under her knees and wrapping them around his waist. He then thrust up against her centre and was rewarded with Rory breaking the kiss to cry out before she placed her arms behind her and grinded back against Tristan's arousal. The piano sounded again under the combined weight of Rory's weight shifting backwards and Tristan's response to Rory's grind. They soon built up a rhythm between the two of them, grinding against the other, which was blowing their minds completely. Rory tipped her head backwards as Tristan placed soft kisses along her neck as the two continued to move together. Soon soft moans could be heard as the two spiralled into a state of oblivion and locked their lips together, duelling for dominance, neither willing to back down.
Suddenly, Rory's body was jerked forward and then back as Tristan grabbed the neck of her camisole and ripped it straight down the middle. He knew that she'd kill him later for it, but in that moment, he couldn't have care less. Her diamond belly bar winked in the moonlight as he dipped his head down from her lips and caught her right nipple in his mouth, giving it a flick with his tongue before pulling it in between his teeth. Rory let out startled scream, before she became lost in the sensations that Tristan was invoking inside her.
After a while of this, Rory began to grow restless. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she thrust against Tristan, she could let herself fall. Now it was her time to let out a growl as she shifted lifted one of her arms from behind her and fumbled with his jeans button and zipper. After a brief struggle, with which Tristan had helped her win, she was finally able to pull his jeans and boxers down so that his erection was free. She felt him grin against her chest as he reached his hands up under her skirt and ripped both edges of her lace knickers so that it fell from her body, without him having to unlock her legs from around his waist.
Reaching into his back pocket, Rory pulled out a wallet and with it a foil packet which she quickly ripped open and placed the latex over Tristan. Giving him a few quick strokes she heard him whisper her name before he moved her hands away from him and thrust up into her. By now the piano was constantly making noise as the two lost themselves in each other. Rory arched over the piano top, her hands gripping onto the edge as she met him thrust for thrust, doubling their pleasure.
Sliding his hands underneath her butt, Tristan lifted Rory's hips up, so that the angle of his thrusts changed and he was able to go deeper inside of her. Speeding up, he felt himself edge closer to tumbling over his peak and knew Rory was just as close. He watched through half lidded eyes as her head tossed back and forth over the piano top, her own half lidded eyes locked onto his. She licked her lips, before he gave one last thrust which snapped her eyes shut as she spiralled over the edge.
His head rested in the crook of her neck as the two relearned how to breathe. Their pants resounded around the room as Tristan lifted Rory up off the piano and sat with her straddling his lap on the piano stool behind him. Reaching a hand up he, wiped her hair from her forehead as she opened her eyes to look at him. Not saying a word, she placed a soft kiss on his lips before she untangled herself and slid off his lap to stand in front of him.
Frowning, she felt cool air hit her chest and looked down to see her camisole ripped straight down the middle. Shooting her head back up, she glared at Tristan as he zipped himself back up, a self satisfied smirk on his face. Feeling her gaze on him he looked up to see his handy work as her breasts gleamed in the moonlight with a fine sheen of sweat. Grinning, he began to remove his breast plate, then his t-shirt. Rory, who had cottoned on to his idea, untied her wings and pulled the remains of her silk camisole down her shoulders. She reached out for his t-shirt that he was currently holding out and heard him let out a whimper as she pulled his t-shirt over her head and down her body. Grabbing the corner, she tied it into a knot at the side, revealing her toned stomach and diamond belly bar. She raised her eyebrow questionably and was met with his trade mark smirk.
Tristan POV
I heard myself let out a whimper as she covered her breasts, but I was too relaxed to be embarrassed about it. She raised one of her eyebrows, a question clear in her eyes. I felt myself smirk and answered her question, "I was kinda hoping you'd refuse the tee and go back down with just your wings on. Oh and you might want to remove your knickers from the piano."
She walked back to the piano and picked them up. Coming towards me, she wrapped her arms round my neck and arched her body against mine so that she could see my face. I slid my arms around her waist and raised an eyebrow in question. "What can I do for you?" She just smiled, gave me a peck on the lips and placed her left hand into my back pocket for a second before removing it.
Pulling away she tied her wings back around her as I pulled my breast plate back on. As she picked up her camisole, I wrapped my arms around her and the two of us walked back to the main party. Though I would have loved to have stayed up here throwing our own private party. Resting my chin on the top of her head, we found the rest of the group lounging around in the kitchen. Jess took one look at us and walked around to my back, before walking back round to our front.
"You becoming a fairy Jess? 'Coz I gotta tell you that I bat for the other team."
Rory POV
Jess smirked as he met my eyes. He'd obviously seen my lace panties hanging out the back of Tristan's jean's pocket. I returned his smirk and relaxed further into Tristan's embrace.
It was Finn that pointed out what I'd done as he came up from behind us.
"Mate, why do you have lace knickers hanging out the back of your jean's pocket? And why is the little Sheila wearing your shirt?"
Normal POV
Tristan spun Rory round as she laughed out loud. "You little……" Rory cut him off before he could continue, "Think of it as the first installation of many for my top. The rest you can make up for by taking me shopping."
"A chance to see you model underwear for me? Hell yeah, I'll take you shopping any day!" The gang laughed, before a very drunk Steph asked Tristan about his shirt again and why the lace panties were in his back pocket.
"The lace panties in the back pocket are Rory's calling card, you get lace, you get a repeat performance, though I am curious about the tee Tristan. Were you feeling primal and felt you had to cover Rory up from the sight of the other cave men?"
Tristan in shook as his head at what Jess had said, but he was in too good a mood to do anything about it. Logan raised hid eyebrows and let out an appreciative whistle. "Damn Ace, you must absa-fucking-lutely amazing if he's just gonna stand there and not even defend himself."
"Ace?... Don't answer that. What can I say? I'm the best just ask Jess, and now Tristan I guess."
"And she thinks I'm arrogant."
"Says the guy who says he's been called God."
"Well…." "Well what?"
"Isn't that what you called me upstairs?" Tristan stated with a smirk. "Oh... yeah." Punching him on the arm with her own smirk, Rory backed out of his arms and disappeared into the crowd, her hips swaying to the music.