DISCLAIMER: The way I figure, if I keep mentioning it, it'll get old. Old
things are boring. So why don't I just not bother and leave the rest up to
your excellent deductive reasoning skills. Sound good? Fantastic.
A/N: No, I am not dead! I don't have constant access to a comp as I said in my Author's note before this one (see Ch.3). So, I do what I can with what I have, and I hope you all enjoy! R&R!
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A Kiss Is Still A Kiss
PART III: Keep Your Distance
Her lips were parted slightly from her formerly-ragged breathing, her wide- blue eyes still closed, and her forehead seeming to be creased as if to entail she was thinking about something - yes, she was too cute for words, but then that was already common knowledge by now.
Not being able to resist, a grin of satisfaction spread across Tristan's face as his fingertips ran down the side of her neck and over her shoulder, his thumb hooking under the short-sleeve of her shirt.
" What are you cheesing off about," she asked, her voice a little shaky, but he decided not to tease her about it.
" And just how do you know I'm 'cheesing off', you're not even looking."
Rory became slightly distracted with Tristan's other hand clinging to the opposite side of her neck while his other thumb caressed her cheek, but she figured quick responses were best at this time.
" Don't have to - I can hear it."
Her eyes were now open, this only making him smile more.
" Okay, I'll make a mental note to grin quieter," he joked.
She reciprocated the smile and glanced down at the hem of his "manly white tank top" that she'd been toying with.
" Well, so much for resolving the issue..."
" Yeah, well, unresolved ones are more fun - besides, this way I get to kiss you again."
Rory rolled her eyes, jabbing him in the stomach. She had to admit, though, that was a definite perk. Then there was a pause.
" Tristan..."
" Uh oh."
" I didn't say anything yet."
" Yes, but you don't have to - I know that tone of voice very well."
" And what tone is that," she asked for the sake of asking.
" It's the 'You're great and all, but I just wanna be friends' tone ... don't try to hide it, it's written all over your face," he told her.
" Geez, my face must be really crowded - well, you figured me out, I confess, that's exactly what I was going to say."
He quirked an eyebrow, his arms draped around hers with his hands locked behind her back, resting above her rear.
" Ah, sarcasm my old friend, nice of you to join us."
She scowled playfully, wondering why on earth they were still holding onto each other, or better yet, why she was still holding on to him.
" Seriously though, I don't see us as being friends," Tristan confessed, somewhat throwing her off.
" Oh I can't wait to hear this one ..."
" Face it Rory - there's just too much sexual tension between us, it would end up being a overly-complicated friendship anyway; so why don't we just skip the pleasantries and go right to the foreplay. I mean honestly, we're wasting precious time here."
" Is there no end to you innuendoes or am I hoping beyond hope?"
" Do you even have to ask?"
She would've loved to continue their regular running banter, but, due to their closeness, the room was getting to damned hot. So, like any smart girl, she made up an escape plan.
" I have to go, my mom needs the car," she lied.
" Smooth Gilmore, I almost believed you."
" Well she does..."
" Look, I know a ditching situation when I see one. I also know the minute you get home, Bag Boy'll be practically panting and scratching at the door - what d'you plan to do about that," he inquired.
" Let him pant and scratch some more, then eventually let him in."
" Figures."
" I fully plan to get back with him, Tristan."
His soft blue eyes took on a sadder quality at her words, and his gaze fell to the ground as he tightened his jaw.
" I know," he conceded, his arms falling from around her.
Rory almost whimpered at the loss of contact and felt like she had just kicked a newborn and was watching it scream in agony. She also had to remind herself that she was still holding onto his shirt and that she must let go of it. But this was becoming increasingly difficult with him running his hands through his hair and looking at her like that.
Just let go - is that so hard? Release the fabric, Rory, release ... and I'm supposed to be saying something right now.
" I mean ... don't you think I should?"
He smiled at how her voice and words sounded the exact same as when she had called him on the phone and drastically altered his life. Tristan then proceeded to concoct a scheme.
" Oh of course - because then, it only makes my plans for you that much more interesting."
Her brow furrowed.
" Your plans for me?"
" Yes."
Pausing ensues ...
" Care to elaborate maybe?"
" There'll be plenty of time for that."
" Should I be afraid?"
He began to draw closer so that he was once again hovering in her personal space and his mouth was just inches from the cradle of her neck
" Very - just know that I dare you to try and resist me," he replied in a confident yet sexy manner, laving at her earlobe with his tongue before letting it pass lightly between his teeth.
Needless to say, she almost fell over after that. Instead, he stepped back as if nothing had happened and walked toward the exit.
" Well come along, Ror, your mom I'm sure will be needing that car soon."
Rory blinked her way out of her daze and breezed past him hastily.
Grinning to himself, Tristan decided this year at Chilton was going to be a lot of fun.
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Ahem - well? Was that okay? Too short, I know. I just wanted to update ASAP, so Part IV will be longer. Besides that, you know what to do!
Also, thanks a bunch to all the reviewers:
Surya, arina, mandie, Samantha, klm11a, LandonLover, Marie, jesslover17, babyblue700, Nikki, Intuition, Trory4ever (I love you Chelle, and I miss you!), klara, csk8-20, jessiebite, emma, Alece, flossie, piper-h-99, Amber, BTVSGoddess, rach, LizDarcy, soccasabi, Stargirl, and LitJunkie
You guys' support speaks volumes, and I so appreciate it!
I promise that I'll try to update sooner. I have Part IV all figured out, I just have to type it up - I might just write it out and then type later. Anyways, I won't bore you guys anymore. Ciao!
A/N: No, I am not dead! I don't have constant access to a comp as I said in my Author's note before this one (see Ch.3). So, I do what I can with what I have, and I hope you all enjoy! R&R!
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A Kiss Is Still A Kiss
PART III: Keep Your Distance
Her lips were parted slightly from her formerly-ragged breathing, her wide- blue eyes still closed, and her forehead seeming to be creased as if to entail she was thinking about something - yes, she was too cute for words, but then that was already common knowledge by now.
Not being able to resist, a grin of satisfaction spread across Tristan's face as his fingertips ran down the side of her neck and over her shoulder, his thumb hooking under the short-sleeve of her shirt.
" What are you cheesing off about," she asked, her voice a little shaky, but he decided not to tease her about it.
" And just how do you know I'm 'cheesing off', you're not even looking."
Rory became slightly distracted with Tristan's other hand clinging to the opposite side of her neck while his other thumb caressed her cheek, but she figured quick responses were best at this time.
" Don't have to - I can hear it."
Her eyes were now open, this only making him smile more.
" Okay, I'll make a mental note to grin quieter," he joked.
She reciprocated the smile and glanced down at the hem of his "manly white tank top" that she'd been toying with.
" Well, so much for resolving the issue..."
" Yeah, well, unresolved ones are more fun - besides, this way I get to kiss you again."
Rory rolled her eyes, jabbing him in the stomach. She had to admit, though, that was a definite perk. Then there was a pause.
" Tristan..."
" Uh oh."
" I didn't say anything yet."
" Yes, but you don't have to - I know that tone of voice very well."
" And what tone is that," she asked for the sake of asking.
" It's the 'You're great and all, but I just wanna be friends' tone ... don't try to hide it, it's written all over your face," he told her.
" Geez, my face must be really crowded - well, you figured me out, I confess, that's exactly what I was going to say."
He quirked an eyebrow, his arms draped around hers with his hands locked behind her back, resting above her rear.
" Ah, sarcasm my old friend, nice of you to join us."
She scowled playfully, wondering why on earth they were still holding onto each other, or better yet, why she was still holding on to him.
" Seriously though, I don't see us as being friends," Tristan confessed, somewhat throwing her off.
" Oh I can't wait to hear this one ..."
" Face it Rory - there's just too much sexual tension between us, it would end up being a overly-complicated friendship anyway; so why don't we just skip the pleasantries and go right to the foreplay. I mean honestly, we're wasting precious time here."
" Is there no end to you innuendoes or am I hoping beyond hope?"
" Do you even have to ask?"
She would've loved to continue their regular running banter, but, due to their closeness, the room was getting to damned hot. So, like any smart girl, she made up an escape plan.
" I have to go, my mom needs the car," she lied.
" Smooth Gilmore, I almost believed you."
" Well she does..."
" Look, I know a ditching situation when I see one. I also know the minute you get home, Bag Boy'll be practically panting and scratching at the door - what d'you plan to do about that," he inquired.
" Let him pant and scratch some more, then eventually let him in."
" Figures."
" I fully plan to get back with him, Tristan."
His soft blue eyes took on a sadder quality at her words, and his gaze fell to the ground as he tightened his jaw.
" I know," he conceded, his arms falling from around her.
Rory almost whimpered at the loss of contact and felt like she had just kicked a newborn and was watching it scream in agony. She also had to remind herself that she was still holding onto his shirt and that she must let go of it. But this was becoming increasingly difficult with him running his hands through his hair and looking at her like that.
Just let go - is that so hard? Release the fabric, Rory, release ... and I'm supposed to be saying something right now.
" I mean ... don't you think I should?"
He smiled at how her voice and words sounded the exact same as when she had called him on the phone and drastically altered his life. Tristan then proceeded to concoct a scheme.
" Oh of course - because then, it only makes my plans for you that much more interesting."
Her brow furrowed.
" Your plans for me?"
" Yes."
Pausing ensues ...
" Care to elaborate maybe?"
" There'll be plenty of time for that."
" Should I be afraid?"
He began to draw closer so that he was once again hovering in her personal space and his mouth was just inches from the cradle of her neck
" Very - just know that I dare you to try and resist me," he replied in a confident yet sexy manner, laving at her earlobe with his tongue before letting it pass lightly between his teeth.
Needless to say, she almost fell over after that. Instead, he stepped back as if nothing had happened and walked toward the exit.
" Well come along, Ror, your mom I'm sure will be needing that car soon."
Rory blinked her way out of her daze and breezed past him hastily.
Grinning to himself, Tristan decided this year at Chilton was going to be a lot of fun.
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Ahem - well? Was that okay? Too short, I know. I just wanted to update ASAP, so Part IV will be longer. Besides that, you know what to do!
Also, thanks a bunch to all the reviewers:
Surya, arina, mandie, Samantha, klm11a, LandonLover, Marie, jesslover17, babyblue700, Nikki, Intuition, Trory4ever (I love you Chelle, and I miss you!), klara, csk8-20, jessiebite, emma, Alece, flossie, piper-h-99, Amber, BTVSGoddess, rach, LizDarcy, soccasabi, Stargirl, and LitJunkie
You guys' support speaks volumes, and I so appreciate it!
I promise that I'll try to update sooner. I have Part IV all figured out, I just have to type it up - I might just write it out and then type later. Anyways, I won't bore you guys anymore. Ciao!