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I won't ramble on about nothing today, just wanted to thank all the lovely people who reviewed :)
"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 16
"Your room?" Tristan immediately asked, his heart hammering in his chest.
Rory's gaze didn't falter as she nodded.
Tristan bit his lip, once again at war with his feelings. On one hand there was nothing more that he could want then to pick her up and follow her orders. On the other hand, he knew what she had been through, not to mention there was a slight fear that their relationship wasn't quite ready for this level. "Are you sure?" He finally asked.
A smile spread across her face. He was so sweet, wanting to make sure that this was what she wanted. Taking his hand, she nodded again. "Yes."
He didn't need any further prompting, and he stood up, scooping her up in his arms, his mouth crashing back against hers as they made their way to her room in the darkened house. Pushing her door open with his toe, Tristan gently laid her on the bed, his eyes mirroring the undeniable look of love and trust in her eyes. Almost hesitantly, he sat down next to her, never breaking their eye contact. Rory was the one to initiate the first contact. Softly, she reached out and touched his arm, causing electricity to shoot through their bodies, awakening parts that had been in slumber for so long. Tristan's eyes smoldered hers as he allowed her to pull him down next to her and press her soft lips to his. The kiss lingered on and on, neither wanting to end the magical moment. Eventually they pulled apart, and goofy happy grins adorned their faces.
"Nervous?" Tristan asked, his voice deep with desire.
"Yes." She answered honestly. "But I trust you."
Those few words gave him the confidence he needed as he brought his mouth back down to hers. As the kiss deepened, Rory hesitantly began to run her hand up his shirt, committing every inch of his chest to memory. Tristan groaned as her hands wandered lower, stopping at his belt buckle. With hands shaking, she slowly undid the buckle, pulling it out and letting it fall to the floor. With that movement, Tristan began to explore her body with his own hands, making her quiver with want, with need. Steadily and securely, he tenderly lifted her shirt over her head. Instinctively, her hands wandered over her chest, as if she were trying to hide from him. Smiling a bit, he removed them.
"Don't. You could never be anything but beautiful to me."
Rory's face flushed, but she allowed him to continue what he was doing. In one swift motion, Tristan undid her bra, his breathing becoming labored as it whispered silently to the floor. Swiftly, his lips met hers in the most urgent and intense of kisses. With a sudden boost in her confidence, she, too, pulled his shirt from his body, marveling in the sight of his toned chest. Running a hand over the smooth surface, she met his eyes again.
"Make love to me, Tristan."
And he did.
*****
The next morning, Lorelai entered her daughters room, not at all surprised to see Tristan snuggled up next to her, her head and one arm slung over his bare chest. She knew what had taken place the night before, accepting that she was unable to stop it from happening. Sighing, Lorelai just prayed that her daughter wouldn't make the same mistakes she did.
*****
Yes, I know it was short. But thats okay, right? You're not going to kill me, are you? :) Anyways, mooooooore soon. This story will be done by Monday. It has to be or I'll never finish it. So yeah. Revieeww. Ten more will get you another chapter - tonight :) K. thats all.
~ Shay
I won't ramble on about nothing today, just wanted to thank all the lovely people who reviewed :)
Chapter 16
"Your room?" Tristan immediately asked, his heart hammering in his chest.
Rory's gaze didn't falter as she nodded.
Tristan bit his lip, once again at war with his feelings. On one hand there was nothing more that he could want then to pick her up and follow her orders. On the other hand, he knew what she had been through, not to mention there was a slight fear that their relationship wasn't quite ready for this level. "Are you sure?" He finally asked.
A smile spread across her face. He was so sweet, wanting to make sure that this was what she wanted. Taking his hand, she nodded again. "Yes."
He didn't need any further prompting, and he stood up, scooping her up in his arms, his mouth crashing back against hers as they made their way to her room in the darkened house. Pushing her door open with his toe, Tristan gently laid her on the bed, his eyes mirroring the undeniable look of love and trust in her eyes. Almost hesitantly, he sat down next to her, never breaking their eye contact. Rory was the one to initiate the first contact. Softly, she reached out and touched his arm, causing electricity to shoot through their bodies, awakening parts that had been in slumber for so long. Tristan's eyes smoldered hers as he allowed her to pull him down next to her and press her soft lips to his. The kiss lingered on and on, neither wanting to end the magical moment. Eventually they pulled apart, and goofy happy grins adorned their faces.
"Nervous?" Tristan asked, his voice deep with desire.
"Yes." She answered honestly. "But I trust you."
Those few words gave him the confidence he needed as he brought his mouth back down to hers. As the kiss deepened, Rory hesitantly began to run her hand up his shirt, committing every inch of his chest to memory. Tristan groaned as her hands wandered lower, stopping at his belt buckle. With hands shaking, she slowly undid the buckle, pulling it out and letting it fall to the floor. With that movement, Tristan began to explore her body with his own hands, making her quiver with want, with need. Steadily and securely, he tenderly lifted her shirt over her head. Instinctively, her hands wandered over her chest, as if she were trying to hide from him. Smiling a bit, he removed them.
"Don't. You could never be anything but beautiful to me."
Rory's face flushed, but she allowed him to continue what he was doing. In one swift motion, Tristan undid her bra, his breathing becoming labored as it whispered silently to the floor. Swiftly, his lips met hers in the most urgent and intense of kisses. With a sudden boost in her confidence, she, too, pulled his shirt from his body, marveling in the sight of his toned chest. Running a hand over the smooth surface, she met his eyes again.
"Make love to me, Tristan."
And he did.
*****
The next morning, Lorelai entered her daughters room, not at all surprised to see Tristan snuggled up next to her, her head and one arm slung over his bare chest. She knew what had taken place the night before, accepting that she was unable to stop it from happening. Sighing, Lorelai just prayed that her daughter wouldn't make the same mistakes she did.
*****
Yes, I know it was short. But thats okay, right? You're not going to kill me, are you? :) Anyways, mooooooore soon. This story will be done by Monday. It has to be or I'll never finish it. So yeah. Revieeww. Ten more will get you another chapter - tonight :) K. thats all.
~ Shay