He had actually been proud of his restraint over the past couple of days when it came to kissing her. In fact, he had been the first one to pull away the day before on his couch when things had started to heat up. Tristan DuGrey was learning to control his impulses.
That was until this very moment.
All his self-control had been thrown out the proverbial window as soon as she had straddled him on her bed. Her bed - which, in all ways was the perfect place to let their passion unfurl – but it was just so…cute. As was her whole room. But at that moment, she was anything but cute.
She was aggressive. Her tongue was insistently probing against his as she pressed herself against him. He had no idea where she had learned to do that. She let out a low, deep moan and grinded her lower body into his.
And that's when the until-maintained control snapped.
He growled, grabbed her rear and turned them around so now she was lying on her bed. He settled between her legs before launching an attack on her senses with his lips. His hands dug into her hair, almost furiously, and she gasped as he kissed her deeply, not giving an inch and letting her know that he was in control.
Instead of pulling away or pushing him away, she yielded willingly to the kiss; pulling him closer, arching into him. Basically, torturing him in kind.
The thought had him grinning against her lips. He broke the kiss and let his fingers untangle from her hair. "You realize that you're playing with fire, right?"
Her eyes still shut; she nodded and whispered, "I know."
That's all the confirmation he needed. He started to place butterfly kisses on the side of her face and her jaw as his fingers skillfully unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time. Even though she seemed to be into it, he expected her to stop him but all he heard was her erratic breathing.
So, he pulled the material apart and pulled back to admire the flushed skin and delicate curves. She was wearing a simple, white cotton bra that could only be described as modest and yet, she even managed to make that look sexy to him. She must've felt his gaze on her because her eyes fluttered open and her hands went immediately to her shirt, to pull it close.
He grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
Her eyes flew to his, wide and innocent, and he felt that familiar thumping in his chest. He leaned in again, kissed her lightly on the lips. Then slowly, he kissed her chin, her neck – sucking gently there so he'd leave a mark and then her collarbone.
"Rory!"
Shit, he swore in his head but before he had any time to do anything, Rory had shoved him off of her. He stumbled back and fell ungracefully on the floor.
She didn't even notice him there as she frantically buttoned her shirt. "Tristan, get up!"
He rolled her eyes and lifted himself off the floor and on to her bed again. "I'm trying."
"In here!" she called out finally when Tristan heard heels and another pair of feet against the floorboards. She ran a hand through her hair and then turned to look at him as if he'd gone crazy. "Get off the bed!"
"What?" he asked puzzled as she grabbed his arm.
Before she could reply, Lorelai and Christopher were standing at the doorway, with identical expressions of surprise. Rory's mom seemed like the first to recover as she smiled with feigned cheerfulness. "Hey Tristan."
He stood up swiftly as Rory stood by him, trying unsuccessfully to not look guilty. "Ma'am. Sir." Suddenly, he felt like he had lost the privileged to call them by their first names.
Rory rushed to the door and hugged her father. "Hey Dad!"
Christopher returned the hug but kept his eyes on Tristan who had the sudden urge to squirm. But his upbringing didn't allow him to, which, for once in his life, he was grateful for.
Lorelai leaned against the door. "So, what have you crazy kids been up to?"
Her voice was intended to sound casual, but Tristan could hear the suspicious undertone loud and clear: what the hell were you doing to my daughter? Rory shrugged, trying to remain nonchalant. "I was just showing Tristan my room."
"Really," Chris said, a skeptical expression on his face that could rival Lorelai's.
"Yes," Tristan answered quickly. "But it's getting late and I should leave. Rory needs to study."
His girlfriend nodded her head vehemently. "I'll walk you to your car."
Once they outside, Tristan glanced over Rory's shoulder to see if her parents were standing at the door. Obviously, they were too cool to do that. He started to laugh and Rory smiled up at him weakly. "They know what we were doing."
She scoffed. "Yeah, they're smart like that."
"Are they going to grill you when you get back in there? Because I can stay if you need me to," he offered, hooking his arm around her waist. "You know, so it'll take the heat off."
"They're already planning on dismembering you," she joked, resting her hands on his chest. "I'd like my boyfriend in one piece, if that's okay with you." He grinned and leaned down to kiss her. When they pulled apart, her expression grew serious. "About what happened…"
He brought his hands to cup her face. "I would have stopped."
"That's the thing; I'm not sure I wanted you to stop."
He drew in a sharp breath when the significance of her statement settled in his muddled brain and the traced her lower lip with his thumb. "I sure as hell didn't want to."
She smiled and lifted her mouth up for his kiss.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"It shouldn't take that long to say goodnight," Lorelai mused and then peered outside the window to spy on Rory and Tristan on the driveway. "Wow, where did she learn to kiss like that?"
Christopher rolled his eyes. "Lor, get away from the window and stop spying on our child."
"Easy for you to say, mister. You're not watching your teenage daughter making out with Chilton's own version of a Greek God."
"Because I was smart enough to stay away from the window."
Lorelai sighed and reluctantly pulled away. She trudged over to the couch and sat down beside Christopher. "I'm worried about her. That boy is trouble."
"You were singing his praises at your parents," he reminded her.
"Because you don't tell Richard and Emily that their angelic granddaughter is being seduced by the devil. No, you just smile and tell them that he's polite and charming and takes her out on dates and brings her flowers. What you don't tell them is that every time the two of them are alone together, they're ready to rip each other's clothes off. That would send the Gilmores over the roof."
"I'll bet." Christopher glanced towards the window. "It can't be that bad."
"When I look at them, I see us, seventeen years ago," Lorelai said in a matter of explanation.
He grinned. "And we didn't turn out all that bad." She rolled her eyes. "Okay, so I understand your concern. I'm worried too. But Lor, she's smarter than us. You know that."
Lorelai sighed. Christopher, being the only person in the world to know her inside out, still didn't understand the gravity of the situation at hand. She turned to him on the couch and tried to explain. "I just thought that Rory was over her bad boy phase with Jess. I mean, she went back to Dean – sweet, kind, innocent, floppy-haired Dean."
"Well, Gilmore girls can never stay with those kind of men," Christopher stated, with a hint of a smile. When Lorelai gave him a stern look, he added, "Not for long, anyway."
Before she could say anything, the front door opened and Rory came in, looking at little starry-eyed. Lorelai gave Christopher a "see what I mean?" look and then turned to her daughter again. "Hey honey."
"Hey," Rory returned as she stepped cautiously into the living room. "So Dad, what do you have planned for tomorrow?"
"Well, I was thinking that I could pick you up after school and we can do something together…you know, a movie or something. That is if you're free."
"I'm free."
Lorelai gasped a little. "What, no plans with lover boy?"
"No plans," her daughter answered witheringly. "I have to go finish my homework."
"I'm sure you were working real hard on it too, sweetie."
Christopher poked her side. "Alright honey, I'll see you tomorrow." Once she was gone, he turned to Lorelai and raised a curious eyebrow. "That thing on her neck…"
Lorelai nodded. "Yeah, that was a hickey."
He sighed. "I thought so."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Rory was walking to her locker the next day at school when someone grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her into an empty classroom. Her book bag slipped off her shoulders and fell to the ground. She was about to object but before she knew it, she was shoved against the door and a pair of lips descended upon hers, cutting off her cry of indignation. Of course, by then, she didn't really want to protest anymore. Her eyes fluttered close as strong arms enclosed her waist and insistent lips parted hers. She kissed back, letting her hands travel up his blazer and then tug at the lapels, trying to pull him as close as possible.
"Morning Rory," Tristan whispered as they broke apart and she didn't have to open her eyes to know that he was smirking, thoroughly satisfied. It took her a minute to completely recover from the kiss but eventually, her eyes fluttered open. His grin widened so that she could his dimples – those dimples - deepen. "How are you?"
He was teasing her. After kissing her like that and completely throwing her off guard, he was teasing her. God help her if she didn't want him more for it. She managed to remain nonchalant as she pulled away from him and went to retrieve her book bag. "Pretty good. You?"
"Better now." He followed her and grabbed her book bag before she could, depositing it on the desk behind him. Then lifted her by the waist again, this time leaving her no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. Her lips found his again, as he turned them and they stumbled over to the teacher's desk at the front of the classroom.
"Tristan," Rory mumbled against his lips as he set her down on the desk, hers legs still around him. What would her mother say if she saw her now with her skirt hiked up, her legs exposed and a cute boy pushing her down on the desk? Well nothing, an impish voice said. Lorelai is not here, right now. But an entire school of their schoolmates were there. "Someone can walk in."
"I locked the door," he replied, his hands running over her thighs. His lips traveled down her neck. "Plus, no one uses this room first period. I checked."
She sighed, reassured. Her hands dug into his hair, as his lips continued to move down towards her collarbone. "You know, I never pictured myself as a girl who would make out with her boyfriend in a classroom, just a few minutes before homeroom."
He laughed against her neck as his hands came to rest on her hips. "At least it's not a closet, right?"
"Thank God for small favors." Her giggled turned into a moan as he scraped his teeth against her collarbone, making her shudder deliciously. "Tristan, you've already left a big hickey on my neck."
He pulled away, brought his hand to her neck and pushed aside her collar to see his handiwork. He grinned devilishly. "That is quite impressive, if I do say so myself. Lorelai didn't happen to see it, did she?"
"Are you kidding?" Rory answered, pouting a little. "She most definitely saw it. There's no other way to explain the disapproving stares and the cold shoulder since you left last night. Even Dad was quiet – I think he instinctively knew what she was thinking."
He reached up and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. "They're just worried that I might rob you of your virtue."
"Well, I am pretty virtuous."
"Give me time." He leaned in and nipped her earlobe with his teeth before he whispered, "Just give me time."
He kissed her again as his hands traveled down the side of her body and then under her skirt and over her thigh. Despite the sensation and feelings her created inside her, she quickly reached for his hands and pulled away from his lips, pushing him away. "Tristan, Tristan! We have to stop."
His eyes were still closed and it took him a moment to open them before he stepped completely away from her, visibly trying to control himself. She bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling at his obvious frustration and slipped off the desk, straightening her hair and clothes. Tristan, being Tristan, didn't bother to fix himself up. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh, muttering loud enough for her to hear, "I can't take this anymore."
She rested her hand on his arm. "Tristan, I'm sorry."
He turned to her, surprised and looking a bit annoyed. "Ror, stop apologizing. I didn't really mean that…I'm just…frustrated. With myself, mostly. If you haven't noticed, I can't seem to keep my hands off you."
"Well, I wasn't keeping my hands to myself, either."
He smiled widely. "True enough."
She laughed lightly and then in a spontaneous gesture reached up and hugged him. It was weird; the two of them had been mauling each other on the teacher's desk a couple of minutes ago - but the hug felt so much more intimate, so much more comfortable. Tristan's arms came around her waist and he buried his face in her hair.
They stood like that; until the bell rang and then she pulled away give him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you later?"
"Of course." He picked her book bag off the floor and handed it to her, before hitching his head in the direction for the door. "You go first, I'm going to need a minute."
She threw him a devilish smile (even though she was blushing a little), unlocked the door and stepped out of the room, making a mad dash to her homeroom class - all the way on the other side of the building.
