Chapter 36: Sexual Something

Christopher shut the trunk of his car and turned to his daughter on the Gilmore driveway with a big grin. "I can't believe the next time I see you, you're gonna be eighteen. I feel old."

"Yeah, thirty-five is over the hill," Rory agreed with a grin of her own. "Maybe it's time for me to make arrangements in Florida."

"That's very sweet of you." He hugged her and rustled her hair. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay with your mom? I think she's still mad at me for taking Tristan's side over hers."

"I've lived with her for eighteen years now," she returned, rolling her eyes and she turned to look at her mother on the porch, talking on the phone. "I think I can handle her temper tantrums regarding my choice of boyfriends. Just thank God that you missed the 'Jess Months' as she likes to call them."

"You would like to think that I did," he said wryly. "Phones are the darndest things."

"Don't talk about me behind my back," Lorelai chided as she came up behind Rory. She glanced at Christopher's car and smiled. "You got everything, Chris?"

"Everything I need," he answered, staring at her with a small grin. Rory looked between her parents and wondered what was going on. "I better get going. I'm gonna get stuck in traffic. I'll see you ladies on Sunday."

He leaned in to kiss Rory on the forehead and then hugged Lorelai, both of them lingering a little longer than usual. Then he was driving off, leaving mother and daughter alone once again.

"You okay, Ror?"

"Fine. You?"

Lorelai glanced down the street, just as Christopher's car turned off onto the main road. "I'm good. Listen, we need to talk."

"Oh this sounds serious. Can we order from Sandeep's first?"

She grimaced and headed back towards the house. "Fine but only because I hope I get sick from the curry and can stay home and avoid Michel."

A half an hour later, mother and daughter were sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, talking about their days as they plundered through the spicy Indian meal in front of them. The TV played quietly in the background but even that sound was drowned out by the incessant rambling and laughter.

"It's been awhile since we've done this," Rory mused as she bit into a samosa. "I guess we've both become accustomed to life separately. It's good practice for college."

Lorelai nodded, smiling slightly as she poked at her butter chicken with her fork. "I'm not ready for that yet."

She nodded back earnestly. "Me neither. I think baby steps are in order."

"Speaking of steps," her mother said, wiping her fingers with a napkin. "I think it's time you and I talked rationally about certain, uh, steps, you're seemingly ready to take in your let's say…love life."

Rory drew in a breath, knowing that she had to talk to her mother about it, sooner or later. After their last feud on the subject she avoided mentioning Tristan as much as she could and Lorelai in turn, didn't bring him up unless necessary. It was an unsaid agreement between them that they would talk when they were alone. And now with Christopher gone and her mother somewhat less tense, Rory figured it was the best time to discuss sex with her mother.

"Do you wanna start?"

Lorelai nodded. "Yes. Oh boy, how to do this? Well, first, I wanna apologize for yelling at you. That was never the way I intended to talk to you about that particular subject."

"I know, Mom." To keep her hands busy, Rory picked at the thin wafer layer of her samosa. "I'm sorry I yelled back."

"But you have to understand how scary it is for me to think of you thinking about that. Not only because of what I went through but because sex is a really big deal," she continued, stopping only to take a sip of her soda. "When I saw Tristan in your room, I was just getting these images that no mother should have…"

Rory blushed furiously. "God, I'm sorry. We got carried away."

Lorelai grinned wryly. "That's normal. It really is. I just need you to be smarter than that, babe. I know about hormones and that overwhelming feeling that takes the wind right out of you. Hell, your existence is the result of that overwhelming feeling."

"Mom, I just ate." Rory threw a napkin at Lorelai, trying to lighten the mood. She cleared her throat and leaned forward. "It's not like I haven't thought rationally about this, you know. I have…so many times. I mean, Tristan and I haven't even been dating that long and it's not like me to think about…about sex so, I don't know, easily. But when I'm with him, I can't think about anything else."

Lorelai patted her knee. "I understand. I really do, honey. I'm still freaked and worried but I understand. I don't think any parent wants to think about their teenagers having sex but that's my problem and I will deal with it. But you have to responsible about this kid; you have such a bright future."

"I know," Rory murmured into agreement. A little more comfortable discussing this with Lorelai, she lunged forward. "It's just that with Tristan, it's always been sexual and kind of inevitable."

Lorelai frowned. "Honey, just because he expects you to have sex with him does not mean that you have to do it."

She shook her head, fervently. "No Mom, the thing is, I want to. I never really did with Dean or even Jess. Tristan isn't forcing me into anything. In fact, he's always the first one to pull away."

Her mother looked a little unconvinced. "Well, that's news. Listen, Rory, this is your decision to make and only yours. You're a smart kid – so much smarter than I was at your age so I trust you. I really do."

"Thank you Mom," she replied sincerely. "And I don't want to do anything that will disappoint you. I have thought about this a lot, and I think that I should make an appointment with your gynecologist."

Lorelai looked as if someone had just told her that Rory had won the Nobel Prize. "I'll call her first thing in the morning."

~*~

"I don't get it," Tristan said as the credits rolled. They were spending another afternoon in the DuGrey living room, sprawled together on the couch. "What's so great about this show anyway? Aside from Sarah Michelle Gellar in tight clothes, kicking ass, of course."

Rory rolled her eyes and settled against the couch and stretched her legs onto Tristan's lap. "Two words. Spike. Leather."

It was his turn to roll his eyes as he shifted his body and then angled himself so that he was lying on top of her, most of his weight on his forearm. She squirmed a bit, trying to accommodate their entwined limbs on the couch. "So, what you like pale, British bloodsuckers with a penchant for black leather?"

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands clutched her hips. "I like hot, bleach-blonde bad-asses."

He sighed and contemplated her declaration. "Well, I'm not bleach-blonde but I have been described as hot on a couple of occasions and by your own admission, I am somewhat of a bad-ass…"

"That's why I like you," she replied, nodding seriously. "Even though you're not a vampire."

"But I'd bite you anytime, sweetheart." His grin was seductive as he leaned down and licked a trail up her neck before sinking his teeth into her soft flesh.

And that was all it took to get the temperature in the room to shoot up.

Rory's response was immediate and enthusiastic. Her fingers traced patterns down his back while he attacked her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses and nibbles. Shifting the weight off his arms but still careful not to crush her under him, he trailed his lips up and claimed her mouth again, in a raw kiss. His knee wedged between her legs and she instantly spread them, allowing him to settle there.

He tore his lips away and gasped for breath only to find her mouth fused to his again, seconds later. Her hands continued their journey down his back, stopping at the hem of his shirt momentarily before slipping under to touch skin. He groaned into the kiss, relishing in the feel of her fingers tracing the muscles, smoothing his skin. His nerves were already on fire as she pushed the material of his shirt further up and slowly over his shoulders.

He broke the kiss again, smirking when she protested. Her eyes fluttered open and she grinned slightly before finally relieving him of his shirt and slipping it off his head. He took the opportunity to start unbuttoning her school blouse but before he could completely divest her of the material, in a surprise move, she lifted herself into a sitting position before pushing him back in the opposite direction.

She settled on top of him, giving him a tantalizing view of her lace-encased breasts as she leaned over him and then started to place hot, open-mouthed kissed on his neck, this time. He grasped at her hips roughly and closed his eyes as she continued to attack him with teasing kisses.

Tristan knew somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind that he should stop her. That his living room was no place for them to test how tightly they could wind each other up until they burst from anticipation and longing. But right now, as she covered his mouth with her own, completely taking control, his body wasn't listening to any warnings his mind was issuing.

Her hands skimmed over his shoulders and she murmured something incomprehensible against his skin, causing him to moan her name softly. Then, everything in him seemed to burst into flames as she slid down the length of his body, trailing her lips down his chest. She paused before flicking her tongue quickly over his nipple. He shuddered as he felt an electric jolt zip straight to his groin in response to her ministration. Emboldened by his reaction, she did it again and then continued her journey downwards.

All other thoughts fled his mind as his imagination ran forward to a more compromising position for them. Closing his eyes, he let his hands roam over her back and settle into her hair, twining haphazardly into the silky strands.

Her lips barely brushed over his skin, peppering a trail to his belly button. She seemed keen on being thorough, kissing every part of his torso and stopping only to nibble on his flesh as his muscles quivered underneath her mouth.

Suddenly, she stopped just above the belt of his trousers, lifting her head to meet his gaze. He stared back at her, anticipation humming through him as she smiled crookedly a mixture of innocence and mischief in her bright blue eyes. His mouth opened slightly and then, he threw his head back as a strangled laugh escaped his lips.

"Jesus Christ," he bit out as her hand barely grazed over his crotch. She started to kiss him again, but this time, her lips moved upwards again, working their way back towards his mouth. "You're such a tease, Gilmore."

Immediately, she stopped kissing his chest and looked up at him, through a heavy-lidded gaze. "What do you mean I'm a tease?"

He let out a frustrated laugh and swiftly flipped them over so she was on the bottom again. "You're a tease and you don't even know it. I find that incredibly sexy."

"You find wet noodles sexy, Tristan."

He arched his brows, amused. "Wet noodles, huh? Kinky."

"Just giving you a taste of your own medicine," she replied, waving her hand in dismissal. He sat between her legs, swaying back slightly on the balls of his feet as he proceeded to finally rid her of the blouse. "Let's just say last night, while I was in bed…you definitely got me all hot and bothered and I was just exacting my revenge."

He paused for a second, caught off guard by her admittance and then grinned wolfishly pleased that she thought of him in the privacy of her own room, while darkness surrounded her. Trying to focus on slipping the last button of her blouse out of the hole he drove that particular mental image out of his mind. "Well, don't worry about that, Mary. Anytime you wanna exact revenge, is completely fine by me. Of course, you're going to have to willing to do the same for me."

"Of course," she replied seriously as he pushed the material aside and feasted his eyes on her flushed skin, soft curves, and the telltale sign of puckered nipples straining against the thin, lacy pink fabric of her bra. "It's only fair."

He nodded, trailing his fingers up her ribcage and then softly cupping her right breast in his hand, watching her eyes cloud over and lose focus. When he let his thumb slip under the material and flick over the pebbled skin, she closed her eyes and gasped out his name, instinctively bucking her hips. He grinned and then, deftly undid the clasp of her bra between her breasts, baring them to his hungry gaze.

They were perfect; white skin and dusky nipples. A groan tore from his lips as she flushed a deeper shade of red and he brought her legs around his waist and leaned over to capture her mouth in another kiss.

This time, he wasn't sure who moaned as flesh met flesh but he was sure that he'd never felt more powerful or aroused in his life than he did at that moment with Rory Gilmore half-naked and under him, her soft breasts pressing against his own chest, as their tongues dueled for dominance. Her skirt had ridden up to her hips by now and he could almost feel the scorching heat emanating from her as he pressed his own arousal against her center. She gasped into his mouth, and unconsciously tightened her legs around his waist, her ankles pressing into his lower back.

Even the jarring ring of the telephone couldn't snap them out of their lustful world and he continued to attack her senses with every weapon at his disposal. His lips fought with hers, his hands trailed up and down her bare sides, pausing only to alternately squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, causing her to shudder and writhe under him with a frantic pace.

Give her something more tangible to fantasize about, he thought to himself with a malicious inward grin. The answering machine clicked on then, and after the robotic greeting, a familiar voice resonated in the quiet, spacious living room.

"Hey there Blue Eyes," Apryl Watson said cheerfully. "It's Apryl just in case you've forgotten."

Rory stiffened under him as he tore his lips away from her and she stared up at him with confused blue eyes.

"You're apparently not home and I'm not sure if you had a private line or anything. Anyway, I just wanted to talk." There was pause and then a labored sigh. "Joey and I kinda had a big argument but that was two days ago and I haven't seen him since. Has he called you? Can you let me know, ASAP? Uh, so, call me when you get this message. I miss having you around."

Tristan winced at the wistfulness of Apryl's voice as the machine beeped and the room became quiet again. Although he was touched by her sentiment and he returned it, he just wished it hadn't happened when his current girlfriend was under him, responding avidly to his amorous advances. It kinda ruined the mood.

Rory shifted under him and then arched an eyebrow, bemused. "So that was Apryl, huh?"

Tristan smiled at her sheepishly and then moved away as she brought herself to a seating position, covering herself up again by clasping her bra shut again. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, swung both his legs off the couch and retrieved his shirt from the floor. "I'll go get us some ice tea."

"Oh just ice will do," she called after him. Just as he crossed the length of the living room, he heard her mutter, "Blue Eyes."