TITLE: Lost in the Shadows 12/?
AUTHOR: Jennie
EMAIL: jennieln@pacbell.net
WEBSITE: http://jessifanfic.com/links
DISCLAIMER: College student... need I say more?
PAIRING: Tristan/Rory but will have elements of Dean/Rory, Jess/Rory, and ?/Rory
SUMMARY: This story follows the trials and tribulations of love, sex and friendships of Rory and her close nit group of friends in a time when adulthood is swiftly approaching. Can a friendship overcome a potentially disastrous start?
RATING: R for sexual situations and will be constant throughout the story.
SPOILERS: All of the first season. Yes, Tristan and Rory were in that Shakespeare play together but no, he did not get sent to military school. My Tristan is too smart for that. :o)
NOTES: Big thanks goes out to my beta'ers Jewls13 and Julie and of course to everyone who feedbacked. Believe me, it's what keeps me writing!
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YOU'RE STARING AGAIN
Despite the enormous turnout to see Rory and Jess, town sweetheart and resident bad boy respectively, off to the Prom, the two were on the road a mere twenty minutes after the pictures started.
That in itself was unprecedented.
The drive was remarkably silent. Silence can be a confusing thing. Sometimes it's uncomfortable but other times, it can be peaceful. And although Rory was still a little bit embarrassed about exactly what Jess had glimpsed earlier, the silence that consumed them now was a peaceful one.
Besides, her attention was constantly being directed to the unwavering butterflies that flittered in her stomach. Why was she nervous? These were the same people she saw day in and day out at school, just in a new setting and in fancy clothes. What was so nerve wracking about that? She had no clue.
She slowed the jeep and turned into the wide driveway, parking it in a spot quite a ways from the valet. Once the engine was silenced neither made an effort to move. The hotel loomed above them, a massive tower of stone, glass and gold, overly dignified and definitely snobby.
"Well, we came all this way. We may as well go in," Jess said, filling the silence.
Rory nodded and fidgeted with one of her acrylic nails absently. She had survived countless dances before and this time she even had her best friend with her. She was going to be fine.
Resolutely, she opened her door and took a deep breath of the unseasonably crisp air. Jess ran around to her side of the car in an absurd act of chivalry but she found herself taking the offered arm and gripping it gratefully, thankful for the support.
He patted her hand on his arm and began to lead the way to the grandiose doors bordered in a ridiculous amount of flowers. The pungent odor wafted over to them making Rory's nose itch.
"You know," he whispered into her ear as they passed the aging doorman into the excessively gold lobby. "I definitely have the most stunning date here. If anything, I'm glad I came just so I can show you off."
Rory felt heat rush to her cheeks and she knew she had to be grinning like a madwoman.
Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.
*****
For the first fifteen minutes, they passed the time by mocking some of the less coordinated people on the dance floor. It wasn't until Jess dragged her onto the dance floor for a slow dance that she saw him.
Tristan.
He looked gorgeous as ever and she felt a lump rise in her throat as she noticed how tightly he was holding the girl in his arms against him. And then she saw his face and her world crumbled. It was so open and relaxed and… happy. She had never seen him this happy and the obvious cause was the brunette in his arms.
Much to her embarrassment, she realized that he was looking back at her, smiling. Quickly, she tightly smiled back and relaxed into Jess' arms trying to figure out why the fact that Tristan was happy bothered her so much. He was her friend. He deserved to be happy.
It was darker now, even with the light that seemed to filter through all the empty spaces on the dance floor, and when Rory snuck a peak in his direction, Tristan had already faded into the shadows.
Rory laid her head on Jess' shoulder and took a deep breath of a scent that was innately Jess: a mixture of cigarette smoke and a bitter aftershave that she had grown to like. She was determined to enjoy herself.
An hour later found the two in a dark corner with Jess regaling her with details on how he had managed to pull off the renowned sprinkler caper a month before at Stars Hollow High.
They still hadn't been able to pin it on him.
Rory was so enthralled in the story she didn't even notice that Tristan had walked up next to her until he spoke.
"Hey," he said quietly and she jerked her head up in time to see just a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes before the wall she had grown so accustomed to seeing rebuilt itself.
He grinned slightly and turned his attention to Jess.
Fuck. This was neither the time nor the place to start the whole 'mine is bigger than yours is' routine but she didn't think that either guy cared what she thought. She knew things had been going a little too smoothly. Nope, can't have a normal senior prom. The God's obviously enjoyed toying with her.
"Do you think I would have a dance with her without any punches being thrown?" Tristan's gaze wavered briefly. "I mean, I'll probably dance with her either way but it would be nice to know if I'm going to get your blood on my tux or not ahead of time."
For a tense moment, the two boys engaged in a war of glares and Rory found herself holding her breath. It kind of reminded her of the game she used to play with her mom where the first one to blink lost.
Finally, Jess kind of shrugged and the next thing Rory knew, she was being led out to the middle of the dance floor. Tristan turned and without warning, pulled her tightly to him.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a thread of a voice and she hated it, more so, she hated the tingles that spread throughout her body at the contact.
"Dancing," he said simply, forcing her to surrender and sway her body with his.
She was suddenly aware of the little things: how close his body was, the way his fingers played with the fabric at the back of her dress, the sweet, intoxicating smell of him that seemed to permeate into her, and mostly how his breath gently heated her neck, sending chills coursing through her.
He leaned down, his face practically in the crook of her neck and she heard him inhale slightly. He was smelling her. Rory almost groaned out loud when his arms tensed against her.
Yes, she could easily see why he was constantly involved with girls.
Lust and hormones did them in every time and Rory feared she wanted to be the next.
She lifted her head back up and caught his eye. He stared back intently and suddenly the room around them faded away. All Rory saw were those mesmerizing crystal blue eyes. The two of them drifted about the room, not seeing much of anything, simply lost in each other.
*****
Jesus Christ.
He had died and gone to heaven.
Tristan had been to many formal occasions in his lifetime and in turn, had seen many girls in stunning dresses (and if he was honest with himself, too many were later seen out of those dresses as well) but never had one taken his breath away.
Until now.
He had been in the middle of an animated story, surrounded by a group of his peers when he saw her on the other side of the room. She was sitting at a corner table whispering conspiratously with that wanna be rebel, Jess. He bitterly wondered if Jess had picked Rory up on that motorcycle of his. The bastard. Ignoring the slight pang at the two of them together, he instead chose to focus on the way the deep crimson bodice of her dress clung to her body and how a few daring curls had escaped their confines and were now delicately brushing against the skin of her bare shoulders.
Suddenly, he lost his tongue, his ability to complete a sentence and barely the ability to breathe.
"Earth to Tristan," his friend Greg joked, waving a hand in front of his face, snapping Tristan's attention back to his story and more importantly, his waiting audience. "What have you been smoking and why haven't you shared?"
Tristan grinned and glanced down at his date, Katie, who was looking back up at him curiously.
Rory was definitely going to be the ruin of him.
With his momentum now diminished, the story ended rather feebly and the group dispersed, most of them coupling and heading to the dance floor.
Once they were alone, Katie leaned over to him. "So, who's the girl in the red?"
Great. So much for thinking he had been subtle.
"A friend," he answered, gulping down the rest of the sickeningly sweet punch in the cup in front of him.
She watched him for a moment before turning her attention to the dance floor, her warm brown hair swishing with the movement.
A few moments later, she released a dramatic sight as she continued to gaze at those who were dancing. Tristan felt the corners of his mouth begin to turn up. He wasn't the only one who lacked subtlety.
"Katie, my dear, would you care to dance?" He stood up in front of her and bowed in mock seriousness.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Once on the dance floor, he twirled her into his arms before they found a common rhythm. "I can't thank you enough for coming all this way for just a Prom, especially considering you don't know anybody here." 'And for putting up with me,' he added silently.
She shrugged. "It was the least I could do for my future brother-in-law."
Tristan blinked at her. "You mean…?"
Katie grinned. "Yep. Last night. Travis even asked my dad's permission."
Pulling her tightly to him in a hug, he marveled to himself. Travis and Kristen were getting married. He was going to have two sisters!… well, sort of.
Oh, who was he kidding? It was close enough.
Spinning Katie around again, he faltered as he met eyes with Rory. She looked upset and he forced himself to quell the urge to beat the shit out of Jess right then and there for whatever he did. After giving him a tight smile, she allowed herself to be drawn up into Jess' arms. Maybe he wasn't the culprit after all. But who else?
God, when did he become such a worrier? Rory was definitely capable of taking care of herself.
Katie released him and babbled on about something or other as she led him back to the table as the song ended.
*****
"You're staring again," Katie observed, resting her head on her hands, folded on the table in front of her.
Tristan averted his eyes from Rory guiltily. He was being a horrible date. "I'm not being very much fun, am I," he stated wryly and he stood up and offered his hand. "Let's go dance again."
"Nah. I'm quite content where I am, thank you very much." Fluttering her eyelashes playfully, she gestured for him to kneel down to her level. Once he complied she whispered, "Why don't you go ask 'red' to dance?"
Tristan gulped. "Why would I do that? I came here with you."
"I can see right through you DuGrey. Never forget that. Now, get your ass over there."
He had to admit, he wanted to, nevertheless, he stood there slightly dumbfounded.
"Go on, now. Get out of here."
His feet were planted firmly on the floor. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. "I'm not leaving my date to the hungry wolves." He nodded his head over to a couple of guys leaning against a wall near the women's bathroom, no doubt waiting dutifully for their dates.
Katie laughed. "For some reason, I do not think you need to worry. Besides, I'm practically your sister. What do you care if they come over and ravage me?"
Putting his finger to his chin, he pretended to ponder that. "You know what? You're right! What do I care?" He pivoted and she took the opportunity to kick him square in the ass. He decided to ignore it instead calling over his shoulder, "Don't you move!"
Halfway across the room, he almost turned back but realized he was being silly. This was Rory, a good friend. He had nothing to be nervous about. Besides, he didn't want to deal with the shit Katie would put him through if he turned back now.
He was vaguely aware of Jess' voice slowly trailing off as he stopped next to Rory.
"Hey," he said and he instantly felt like an idiot. He was practically the king of words and all he could think of to say was something lame like 'hey?' He was disgusted with himself.
Suddenly, he became conscious of her eyes fixed on him and he strove to compose himself. He forced a smile out and turned to Jess, half-expecting him to lunge at him at any second.
"Do you think I could have a dance with her without any punches being thrown?" Jess' eyes narrowed and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Rory's white-knuckled grip on the table tighten. "I mean, I'll probably dance with her either way but it would be nice to know if I'm going to get your blood on my tux or not ahead of time."
Oh, why couldn't he just keep his big mouth shut?
Jess' jaw clenched.
Okay, maybe that wasn't the smartest thing he could have said. Tristan was tempted to simply dart back to the safety of the other side of the room but his pride wouldn't let him.
His damn pride would probably get him killed one day.
Finally, Jess gave a half-shrug and Tristan grasped the opportunity to get away with a flourish. He snatched Rory's hand and unyieldingly dragged her to the dance floor. Without thinking, he pulled her tightly to him feeling her body tense under his touch.
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, looking up with her innocent eyes.
"Dancing," he replied and he finally felt her begin to ease into the rhythm his body had naturally set. Nervously, he fiddled with the folds in the skirt at her lower waist.
Rory simply looked up at him as if she were having difficulty focusing on his words. In that moment he felt her resolve waver. Her arms made their way from his arms to wrap around his neck and he melted under her touch. The heat of the room couldn't compare to the heat he felt from her touch.
As her soft smell wafted up to him, his knees became weak and he prayed they wouldn't give out. Before he knew it, he was following the enticing scent down into her neck. He barely suppressed his groan.
Cautiously, she lifted her eyes to his and he became instantly lost in their depths. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but when someone jostled his arm he was brought slamming back into reality. Although Rory remained wrapped in his arms, the music was no longer the slow, melodic one they began dancing to, instead replaced by a pulsing techno beat.
Embarrassed at his obliviousness, Tristan loosed his grip and led her back to her table wordlessly, dismayed to see Katie sitting next to Jess, a knowing smile on her face.
*****
TBC…
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AUTHOR: Jennie
EMAIL: jennieln@pacbell.net
WEBSITE: http://jessifanfic.com/links
DISCLAIMER: College student... need I say more?
PAIRING: Tristan/Rory but will have elements of Dean/Rory, Jess/Rory, and ?/Rory
SUMMARY: This story follows the trials and tribulations of love, sex and friendships of Rory and her close nit group of friends in a time when adulthood is swiftly approaching. Can a friendship overcome a potentially disastrous start?
RATING: R for sexual situations and will be constant throughout the story.
SPOILERS: All of the first season. Yes, Tristan and Rory were in that Shakespeare play together but no, he did not get sent to military school. My Tristan is too smart for that. :o)
NOTES: Big thanks goes out to my beta'ers Jewls13 and Julie and of course to everyone who feedbacked. Believe me, it's what keeps me writing!
AUTHOR NOTE #2: SHAMELESS PLUG!! Please go visit Trory Addiction's new message board (mainly geared towards fanfiction) at: http://pub82.ezboard.com/bgilmoreaddiction We are in desperate need of fic writers in all genres, not just Trory!
Also, I have my author alert active so if you put my author ID # (132709) in your author alert. When I update, you will receive an email. Happy reading!
YOU'RE STARING AGAIN
Despite the enormous turnout to see Rory and Jess, town sweetheart and resident bad boy respectively, off to the Prom, the two were on the road a mere twenty minutes after the pictures started.
That in itself was unprecedented.
The drive was remarkably silent. Silence can be a confusing thing. Sometimes it's uncomfortable but other times, it can be peaceful. And although Rory was still a little bit embarrassed about exactly what Jess had glimpsed earlier, the silence that consumed them now was a peaceful one.
Besides, her attention was constantly being directed to the unwavering butterflies that flittered in her stomach. Why was she nervous? These were the same people she saw day in and day out at school, just in a new setting and in fancy clothes. What was so nerve wracking about that? She had no clue.
She slowed the jeep and turned into the wide driveway, parking it in a spot quite a ways from the valet. Once the engine was silenced neither made an effort to move. The hotel loomed above them, a massive tower of stone, glass and gold, overly dignified and definitely snobby.
"Well, we came all this way. We may as well go in," Jess said, filling the silence.
Rory nodded and fidgeted with one of her acrylic nails absently. She had survived countless dances before and this time she even had her best friend with her. She was going to be fine.
Resolutely, she opened her door and took a deep breath of the unseasonably crisp air. Jess ran around to her side of the car in an absurd act of chivalry but she found herself taking the offered arm and gripping it gratefully, thankful for the support.
He patted her hand on his arm and began to lead the way to the grandiose doors bordered in a ridiculous amount of flowers. The pungent odor wafted over to them making Rory's nose itch.
"You know," he whispered into her ear as they passed the aging doorman into the excessively gold lobby. "I definitely have the most stunning date here. If anything, I'm glad I came just so I can show you off."
Rory felt heat rush to her cheeks and she knew she had to be grinning like a madwoman.
Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.
*****
For the first fifteen minutes, they passed the time by mocking some of the less coordinated people on the dance floor. It wasn't until Jess dragged her onto the dance floor for a slow dance that she saw him.
Tristan.
He looked gorgeous as ever and she felt a lump rise in her throat as she noticed how tightly he was holding the girl in his arms against him. And then she saw his face and her world crumbled. It was so open and relaxed and… happy. She had never seen him this happy and the obvious cause was the brunette in his arms.
Much to her embarrassment, she realized that he was looking back at her, smiling. Quickly, she tightly smiled back and relaxed into Jess' arms trying to figure out why the fact that Tristan was happy bothered her so much. He was her friend. He deserved to be happy.
It was darker now, even with the light that seemed to filter through all the empty spaces on the dance floor, and when Rory snuck a peak in his direction, Tristan had already faded into the shadows.
Rory laid her head on Jess' shoulder and took a deep breath of a scent that was innately Jess: a mixture of cigarette smoke and a bitter aftershave that she had grown to like. She was determined to enjoy herself.
An hour later found the two in a dark corner with Jess regaling her with details on how he had managed to pull off the renowned sprinkler caper a month before at Stars Hollow High.
They still hadn't been able to pin it on him.
Rory was so enthralled in the story she didn't even notice that Tristan had walked up next to her until he spoke.
"Hey," he said quietly and she jerked her head up in time to see just a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes before the wall she had grown so accustomed to seeing rebuilt itself.
He grinned slightly and turned his attention to Jess.
Fuck. This was neither the time nor the place to start the whole 'mine is bigger than yours is' routine but she didn't think that either guy cared what she thought. She knew things had been going a little too smoothly. Nope, can't have a normal senior prom. The God's obviously enjoyed toying with her.
"Do you think I would have a dance with her without any punches being thrown?" Tristan's gaze wavered briefly. "I mean, I'll probably dance with her either way but it would be nice to know if I'm going to get your blood on my tux or not ahead of time."
For a tense moment, the two boys engaged in a war of glares and Rory found herself holding her breath. It kind of reminded her of the game she used to play with her mom where the first one to blink lost.
Finally, Jess kind of shrugged and the next thing Rory knew, she was being led out to the middle of the dance floor. Tristan turned and without warning, pulled her tightly to him.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a thread of a voice and she hated it, more so, she hated the tingles that spread throughout her body at the contact.
"Dancing," he said simply, forcing her to surrender and sway her body with his.
She was suddenly aware of the little things: how close his body was, the way his fingers played with the fabric at the back of her dress, the sweet, intoxicating smell of him that seemed to permeate into her, and mostly how his breath gently heated her neck, sending chills coursing through her.
He leaned down, his face practically in the crook of her neck and she heard him inhale slightly. He was smelling her. Rory almost groaned out loud when his arms tensed against her.
Yes, she could easily see why he was constantly involved with girls.
Lust and hormones did them in every time and Rory feared she wanted to be the next.
She lifted her head back up and caught his eye. He stared back intently and suddenly the room around them faded away. All Rory saw were those mesmerizing crystal blue eyes. The two of them drifted about the room, not seeing much of anything, simply lost in each other.
*****
Jesus Christ.
He had died and gone to heaven.
Tristan had been to many formal occasions in his lifetime and in turn, had seen many girls in stunning dresses (and if he was honest with himself, too many were later seen out of those dresses as well) but never had one taken his breath away.
Until now.
He had been in the middle of an animated story, surrounded by a group of his peers when he saw her on the other side of the room. She was sitting at a corner table whispering conspiratously with that wanna be rebel, Jess. He bitterly wondered if Jess had picked Rory up on that motorcycle of his. The bastard. Ignoring the slight pang at the two of them together, he instead chose to focus on the way the deep crimson bodice of her dress clung to her body and how a few daring curls had escaped their confines and were now delicately brushing against the skin of her bare shoulders.
Suddenly, he lost his tongue, his ability to complete a sentence and barely the ability to breathe.
"Earth to Tristan," his friend Greg joked, waving a hand in front of his face, snapping Tristan's attention back to his story and more importantly, his waiting audience. "What have you been smoking and why haven't you shared?"
Tristan grinned and glanced down at his date, Katie, who was looking back up at him curiously.
Rory was definitely going to be the ruin of him.
With his momentum now diminished, the story ended rather feebly and the group dispersed, most of them coupling and heading to the dance floor.
Once they were alone, Katie leaned over to him. "So, who's the girl in the red?"
Great. So much for thinking he had been subtle.
"A friend," he answered, gulping down the rest of the sickeningly sweet punch in the cup in front of him.
She watched him for a moment before turning her attention to the dance floor, her warm brown hair swishing with the movement.
A few moments later, she released a dramatic sight as she continued to gaze at those who were dancing. Tristan felt the corners of his mouth begin to turn up. He wasn't the only one who lacked subtlety.
"Katie, my dear, would you care to dance?" He stood up in front of her and bowed in mock seriousness.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Once on the dance floor, he twirled her into his arms before they found a common rhythm. "I can't thank you enough for coming all this way for just a Prom, especially considering you don't know anybody here." 'And for putting up with me,' he added silently.
She shrugged. "It was the least I could do for my future brother-in-law."
Tristan blinked at her. "You mean…?"
Katie grinned. "Yep. Last night. Travis even asked my dad's permission."
Pulling her tightly to him in a hug, he marveled to himself. Travis and Kristen were getting married. He was going to have two sisters!… well, sort of.
Oh, who was he kidding? It was close enough.
Spinning Katie around again, he faltered as he met eyes with Rory. She looked upset and he forced himself to quell the urge to beat the shit out of Jess right then and there for whatever he did. After giving him a tight smile, she allowed herself to be drawn up into Jess' arms. Maybe he wasn't the culprit after all. But who else?
God, when did he become such a worrier? Rory was definitely capable of taking care of herself.
Katie released him and babbled on about something or other as she led him back to the table as the song ended.
*****
"You're staring again," Katie observed, resting her head on her hands, folded on the table in front of her.
Tristan averted his eyes from Rory guiltily. He was being a horrible date. "I'm not being very much fun, am I," he stated wryly and he stood up and offered his hand. "Let's go dance again."
"Nah. I'm quite content where I am, thank you very much." Fluttering her eyelashes playfully, she gestured for him to kneel down to her level. Once he complied she whispered, "Why don't you go ask 'red' to dance?"
Tristan gulped. "Why would I do that? I came here with you."
"I can see right through you DuGrey. Never forget that. Now, get your ass over there."
He had to admit, he wanted to, nevertheless, he stood there slightly dumbfounded.
"Go on, now. Get out of here."
His feet were planted firmly on the floor. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. "I'm not leaving my date to the hungry wolves." He nodded his head over to a couple of guys leaning against a wall near the women's bathroom, no doubt waiting dutifully for their dates.
Katie laughed. "For some reason, I do not think you need to worry. Besides, I'm practically your sister. What do you care if they come over and ravage me?"
Putting his finger to his chin, he pretended to ponder that. "You know what? You're right! What do I care?" He pivoted and she took the opportunity to kick him square in the ass. He decided to ignore it instead calling over his shoulder, "Don't you move!"
Halfway across the room, he almost turned back but realized he was being silly. This was Rory, a good friend. He had nothing to be nervous about. Besides, he didn't want to deal with the shit Katie would put him through if he turned back now.
He was vaguely aware of Jess' voice slowly trailing off as he stopped next to Rory.
"Hey," he said and he instantly felt like an idiot. He was practically the king of words and all he could think of to say was something lame like 'hey?' He was disgusted with himself.
Suddenly, he became conscious of her eyes fixed on him and he strove to compose himself. He forced a smile out and turned to Jess, half-expecting him to lunge at him at any second.
"Do you think I could have a dance with her without any punches being thrown?" Jess' eyes narrowed and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Rory's white-knuckled grip on the table tighten. "I mean, I'll probably dance with her either way but it would be nice to know if I'm going to get your blood on my tux or not ahead of time."
Oh, why couldn't he just keep his big mouth shut?
Jess' jaw clenched.
Okay, maybe that wasn't the smartest thing he could have said. Tristan was tempted to simply dart back to the safety of the other side of the room but his pride wouldn't let him.
His damn pride would probably get him killed one day.
Finally, Jess gave a half-shrug and Tristan grasped the opportunity to get away with a flourish. He snatched Rory's hand and unyieldingly dragged her to the dance floor. Without thinking, he pulled her tightly to him feeling her body tense under his touch.
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, looking up with her innocent eyes.
"Dancing," he replied and he finally felt her begin to ease into the rhythm his body had naturally set. Nervously, he fiddled with the folds in the skirt at her lower waist.
Rory simply looked up at him as if she were having difficulty focusing on his words. In that moment he felt her resolve waver. Her arms made their way from his arms to wrap around his neck and he melted under her touch. The heat of the room couldn't compare to the heat he felt from her touch.
As her soft smell wafted up to him, his knees became weak and he prayed they wouldn't give out. Before he knew it, he was following the enticing scent down into her neck. He barely suppressed his groan.
Cautiously, she lifted her eyes to his and he became instantly lost in their depths. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but when someone jostled his arm he was brought slamming back into reality. Although Rory remained wrapped in his arms, the music was no longer the slow, melodic one they began dancing to, instead replaced by a pulsing techno beat.
Embarrassed at his obliviousness, Tristan loosed his grip and led her back to her table wordlessly, dismayed to see Katie sitting next to Jess, a knowing smile on her face.
*****
TBC…
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