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A/N: Whoa -- so it's been a couple millennia since I updated, shoot me...okay please don't shoot me! I'M SORRY GUYS!!!! I'm a bad trory- goddess, I deserve a spanking -- a long one, so just send CMM on over and I'll be happy to --
Oh...sorry.
Yeah so this chapter's been a long time coming, I've been very lazy, and I apologize. I hope it's worth the wait, and feedback is always appreciated, you know that -- *psh* I don't have to tell you guys...
SHOUT-OUTS:
Surya - Apryl!!! MY MARSHES!!!! HOW I love thee, sooooooooooo much! Thank you for being so wonderful and for putting up with me and my weirdnesses -- my innumerable weirdnesses, my countless weirdnesses, my infinite weirdnesses, my -- see what I mean, yeah. Your so talented and funny and you make everything great for me. Your input in my life (not just my writing) is invaluable and I'm so glad to know you, 'cause you're amazing...
"Bay-bay, you're amaziiiiing -- and I waaant to let you seeee -- you are everything and mooore to me, I will let you be -- I will, I will..."
K, I won't smother anymore with the lyrics, *smooches* and thank you so mush.
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Alright all, R&R, and I hope you enjoy!
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A Kiss Is Still A Kiss
PART VII: Hot Spot
Stumbling into unknown territory and passionately joined at the mouth as well as any other feasible body part that presented itself, Tristan and Rory found themselves in an interesting position; here they were, at Rory's grandparents house, in the -- where the hell where they?
Tristan cracked an eye open and saw they were in fact in some sort of study; it was well-lit and there were lots of books and -- ooo a table! Taking control, he lifted Rory off her feet, walked toward the desk, knocked off most of the items present to clear a path, and firmly planted her sitting apparatus on top. Then he thought for a moment and broke the kissing.
"Was there anything important on this desk?"
His inquiry made her look off the edge to assess what damage had been done: a stack of papers, a name plate, one of those fancy pen modules, a paper weight and a packet of stationery.
"Nope, no sir, all materials appear unimportant sir. Proceed with make-out protocol on the double."
"Is it weird that I'm turned on by you talking like that?"
"Just a little but we'll overlook it for the time being."
"Good great wonderful."
And the kissing continued -- but it was more than kissing after all. Tristan delved the cavity of Rory's mouth with his tongue, running his hands from her face, down her torso and up her skirt to grasp her "sitting apparatus" and pull her closer. All this had the goal of getting her horizontal on the desk, you see. Meanwhile, Rory cleaved to the back of Tristan's neck and feared she might break her own if his kisses became any more demanding, so she lowered her upper body onto the desktop, taking Tristan, his lips, and his roaming hands down with her.
This now presented a precarious scenario, since her legs were still dangling over the edge; naturally Tristan read her mind and brought her legs up around his waist until a very familiar hardness pressed in between...ah, so that's what it felt like. It wasn't the first time Rory had encountered his -- um -- member, but it had never been so -- pronounced before now, so she was a little intimidated. But then again, the way his hips occasionally ground against hers and how she immediately responded, not to mention the unmistakable mark he was leaving behind her ear with his mouth seemed to alleviate and erase any anxiety.
A brief moment of clarity came when Tristan's kissing began to move further south.
"Tris..."
Her voice sounded foreign to her, seeing as how she had forgotten she could talk because of all the moaning that had been going on.
"Hm," came his muffled response as he nipped at the flesh above her collarbone.
"Maybe we -- sh-- should, um, stop," she bit out, his actions clearly distracting her.
"Probably," he returned, having found his way to the skin under her blouse.
Thank the Lord for low-cut necklines.
"I mean, because -- what if somebody catches us -- y-you'd never be able to come to Friday night dinners ever again."
He removed the barrier her brassiere presented and devoured her nipple before she could say any word to the contrary.
"We cant have that," Tristan agreed, teasing her flesh mercilessly with his tongue and teeth.
Rory mildly shrieked, hitting an octave she was sure didn't register then pushing the apex of her legs aggressively against his ever-growing erection, rejoicing in the hiss she extracted from his otherwise-occupied mouth.
"No we can't," she reiterated, repeating her previous action just for the hell of it.
"Fuck Rory..."
He paused from his torture and rested his forehead in the valley below her neck to catch his breath.
*Ah so it was too much for him, eh?* she mused haughtily.
How in the holy name of the Lord did one simple action from her send him off the cliff of insanity? It was witch craft or voodoo or some sort of black magic, it had to be. But then again, the likelihood of Rory dabbling in the black arts was about as probable as Mother Teresa having been a closet porn star. She was simply intoxicating, he'd leave it at that
"We cant do this," she concluded once again.
His whine of displeasure said it all - almost.
"God I know," he groaned, simultaneously letting her up to fix her disheveled appearance and looking away so as not to become more aroused than he already was -- didn't help, but he tried.
"Why couldn't you have picked a bedroom, Ror?"
"Hey this is your fault; you started this, with your grinning and your come-hither eyes what was I supposed to do?"
"Come hither, huh?"
"Shut up."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
Once she seemed moderately presentable, she glanced over at Tristan: he was leaning one hand and his body weight on the bookshelf across the room, and with the other he dug his fingers through his hair, almost as if there was some purity lotion on them that he could rub into his scalp to cleanse his mind from all sexual content.
He took a deep breath and got up the never to turn and face her; and just stood there, wringing her hands and glancing around nervously before her eyes locked with his.
"Stop," he commanded.
"Stop what?"
"Looking all -- *waves his hand around* -- sexy and desirable."
"I'm not doing anything," she reminded with a smile."
"STOP!"
"What?!"
"No smiling, you can't smile."
"Why not?"
"Because...you just can't alright?"
"Okay," she complied, biting her bottom lip out of habit.
"JESUS will you STOP IT?!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Yes you did -- that - biting your lip thing, you did it, I saw you."
"I cant do that either?"
"No."
"Well what d'you want me to do?"
"I dunno...take my eyes out of my sockets, cuz then I cant see , or jab hot needles in my ears, and then I cant hear you -- or - or take the ash shovel from the fireplace and hack off my hands, because then I cant touch you -- its full proof, I'll be fine," he said dramatically with a cracking voice."
"Gross, I'm not doing that. Besides I like your eyes and your ears and your hands where they are. They're good things to have, I wouldn't want to be responsible for mutilating a good thing."
"But I'm letting you!"
"They're important to me!"
"Okay stop!"
"God, what now?!"
"You're being sweet, that qualifies as sexy."
"You're deranged."
"Well you would be too if you were me right now, okay?"
"Well if I cant be sexy then neither can you!"
"I'm sorry that's just not possible."
"And why not?"
"Because it's part of who I am -- I cant change it -- come with the package, darlin'."
It was true, he did ooze sex appeal
"Yeah, well the package I got came with too much ego, I'm sending it back."
He laughed genuinely, running a hand through his spiky hair.
"Ha! See that, you're being sexy!"
"What?"
"Upupup, no smiling -- too sexy."
"Oh I'm sorry."
"Cant talk either -- you have a sexy voice."
Tristan raised an eyebrow then clenched his jaw to keep the grin from his face, swallowing.
"You swallowed, I saw your Adam's apple move, that's definitely not allowed."
A smirk tugged at the corners of his gorgeous mouth, but a warning finger point from Rory sent it packing. She scrutinized him for any other signs of seductive quality.
"Close your eyes," she ordered.
He made a 'What the hell are you talking about' face.
"Hello? Come-hither look -- you couldn't have forgotten already, that's just disappointing."
Fighting the laughter that bubbled in his throat, he did as he was told.
"Now all you have to do is wish your body away and we'll be just fine."
"You first," he prompted.
"*Ahem* Ex-nay on the alking-tay, and that was clearly a smirk."
Tristan broke character, giving up the charade and letting out a chuckle.
"Rory this is stupid."
"Blame yourself, you instated the 'no sexiness' rule, I was merely a pawn and had no other choice but to play along or be annihilated."
"Forget the rule -- we have to do something about this."
"This?"
"Yeah this -- the making out, the groping, the almost-having-sex-in- inconvenient-places..."
"Oh that...this..."
Suddenly he felt very nervous, and it showed.
Rory didn't know what to think -- she'd never seen him nervous before, DuGreys don't get nervous.
"It means something, doesn't it? Us ending up together all the time, and inevitably being in the other's personal space, it's not just coincidence, I know it's not."
"It's not coincidence," she agreed.
"And I like you."
She smiled.
"I like you too."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Pausing......
"That still doesn't address the making-out, almost-having-sex thing does it?"
"Well, we established that we do it, and why we do it -- just -- not -- not if we're gonna stop doing it."
"Right," he answered, acting like he understood that it might need to stop and swallowing the lump in his throat.
"I don't think we should," she told him.
"You don't?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I...like you."
His grin reappeared, much to the dismay of her resolve.
"I like you too."
"Okay."
"Okay."
There was a mutual staring period where Rory crossed her arms over her chest and Tristan shoved his hands in his pockets. Finally, he got up the courage to move a little closer so he was standing right in front of her.
"So...what does that mean -- exactly?"
"Um -- what do you want it to mean?"
"I want it to mean whatever you want it to mean."
She opened her mouth and then shut it again, realizing he had her there, and he smiled because he knew he did.
"Well...whatever I mean is what you think I think you want me to mean," she concluded lamely.
He furrowed his brow, nodding.
"Nice try -- but that made absolutely no sense."
"Oh right...didn't think you'd catch that..."
"Of course you didn't," he teased, running his fingertips along the surface of her folded arms. She visibly shivered when his hands traveled down to her back, circling the lower region, and she unconsciously placed her own hands on the solid muscular expanse in front of her that science would call a chest, then moved them around his neck.
"Y'know...we skipped the whole friendship thing," she observed, trying to deter the effect he was having on her with conversation.
His tongue briefly tangled with hers in a short but highly-knee-weakening kiss.
"I'm gonna have to disagree with you on that -- because I happen to believe kissing is very friendly," he said huskily, brushing his mouth against the tip or her nose before going in for the kill and kissing her again.
This one was longer than the last, for which Rory was very thankful, because this time she could respond more fervently in hopes of letting him catch a glimpse of what it was he did to her that made her knees buckle and her stomach cramp up with nerves and desire all at the same time.
Breathless, Tristan pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
"Okay, I take it back -- that was completely more than friendly."
Rory grinned, nodding in agreement.
"I told you, but no -- you would not listen."
"So, I hope this means that you're - "
Her expression said 'go on' as she widened her eyes and leaned in a bit.
"Are you - I w - see the thing is -- y'know the, um....."
"Why yes Tristan, I would love to go out on a date with you," she cut in, completing his sentence, "You don't have to beg you know."
He made a that's so funny face and gave a bemused laugh, poking her in the side.
"You're -- cute, really."
"Yes I know -- it comes with the package," she said haughtily, buffing her nails and flipping her hair.
He chuckled, shaking his head. Presently, a muffled voice called from the hallway, and they broke apart like one of them had leprosy.
"Rory? Rory are you in h -- oh, there you are...Tristan."
"Sir," he nodded in response.
"Good well -- it seems, Rory, that your mother and my wife are not speaking to each other. Now might be a good time to 'make a break for it', as the saying goes," Richard advised in a low tone.
"Okay -- Tristan, coats are this way, and Grampa, tell Siri that dinner was delicious --what we got eat of it anyway."
"Yes, the pork was -- good," Tristan added then scrunched up his brow as to why he said anything at all.
She gave him a funny look then lead him out of the study, brushing past her grandfather.
Before Richard closed the door, he caught out of the corner of his eye a disarray of office supplies, scattered on the floor. He figured one of the maids had had a clumsy moment and left it at that.
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"Can we please have two glazed donuts to go?"
Tristan continued to shake his head, laughing to himself.
"*Rolling eyes* Again with the laughing -- what is so funny, " Rory asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Nothing I -- I just can't believe you wanted our first date to be going to a bakery in Hartford for donuts -- y'know what happened to me spoiling you with dinner from a fancy restaurant where everyone's favorite past time is staring at their own reflection?"
"Oh I'm so sorry Mr. DuGrey to be denying you the pleasure of flaunting your bank account in my face -- we'll embellish next time, I promise," she said gaudily.
"I guess I'll try to forgive you, though flaunting is what I live for -- whatever shall I do," he drawled in a 'damsel-in-distress' tone.
"Enjoy your donut," she filled in, shoving the treat in his face and taking a large bite from her own.
He received it, grinning good-naturedly before following her out of the shop and onto the sidewalk.
"How'd you know about this place anyway?"
Her incoherent words were muffled by the unsafe amount of food she had in her mouth at the present time.
He eyed her as well as the food bits that flew from her mouth.
"Oh really you don't say," he teased.
Finally able to chew and swallow she responded.
"My grandparents would come out here some weekends when we left the country club during the summer -- it's a nice little place; besides, wherever I go I have to pick out the baked goods hot spots, it's a hobby."
"Clearly."
During a brief pause, Rory soon saw that she was finished with her donut and he wasn't finished with his, so she stared hungrily at his last few juicy bites.
Seeing her drool at the sight of him eating, he paused mid-bite and looked at her.
"What?"
No words, just wide eyes were her reply.
"No."
"Please?"
"No, I fully plan on enjoying this donut -- its mine."
"Pleeeeeeeeease *pokes out lip*?"
"Don't even pull that with me, Gilmore, I'm immune to your wily charms."
She drew closer, wrapping her arms around his waist so her head was tilted back and up in his direction.
"Please Tristan -- please?"
Damn it, just -- damn it, he mused, regretting the strong hold she had on him...literally.
"It's not gonna work..."
If it was possible, she got even cuter and started whimpering, nuzzling against and kissing the crook of his neck because she discovered it was a weakness of his.
Rolling his eyes, he gave in.
"Open your mouth."
Giddily, she clapped and waited for him to place the morsel inside said body part.
What he didn't expect was her long, drawn-out eating from his hand which included taking his index and thumb into her mouth and sucking them dry of all donut contents -- his throat was very parched all of a sudden.
She had no idea what made her do that, but then again, Tristan was known for awakening things in her that weren't the norm, so she just went with it, loving the control and power she derived from one simple action.
"Thank you," she said and started down the sidewalk again.
He smirked to himself, laughing quietly and shaking his head once again -- conundrum.
"You, Rory Gilmore, are a tease," he observed, catching up to her.
"No I'm not you just think I am -- your mind resides at 69 Gutter Lane and you know it, I am innocent."
"69 Gutter Lane? Okay the fact that you even came up with that name proves my point -- you're a sex fiend Ror a closet sex fiend, there's no need to hide it -- you've been hiding for too long now, this is a safe space," he illustrated, circling and stroking the air with his hand.
"Shut UP," she said, pushing his arm and laughing at the same time.
He slung the very arm she pushed over her shoulder easily as they fell into step together.
"Aah it's okay -- I'll try to remain pure despite your desperate attempts to pollute me and turn me to the dark side; I have an iron-clad will, Mar, believe it or not."
Unconsciously, she leaned closer and her arm crept around his waist. His smell was intoxicating, and she loved the heat radiating off his body even though it wasn't a hot day.
"Oh I believe you."
"Don't worry -- really, I'll -- be fine."
"Who's worried, I'm not worried."
"Well good, 'cause I don't want you to worry -- at all."
"No worry - got it."
"None."
"Whatsoever."
"I couldn't agree more."
"Me either."
"Me either too."
"No worry -- gone, forever."
"Glad to hear it."
"Do you think you should stop this now?"
"Yeah we should."
"You mean you should."
"No I meant we."
"Oh of course, my mistake," she conceded, her tone severely lacking in sincerity.
"Atleast you're humble about it, y'know -- it's hard for most people to -- adapt to always being wrong," he explained to her, getting a mock- lofty look in his eye.
"Where's the mute? Do you have an off button?"
"Yes I do -- actually, I have an on button as well."
Smoldering Tristan returned, and she got excited.
"Really where?!"
"Uhuhuh, you have to guess..."
"Is this gonna take a long time?"
"Not really no -- besides, I thought you liked games."
"I do -- games are fun. But it's not a game if I'm the only one playing -- then it's just humiliation."
He chuckled, nodding.
"This is true, but see -- I already know where yours is, so -- my part of the game is done."
"Oh really?"
His quiet confident nod accompanied by a smirk only made her that much more stubborn.
"So where is it?"
The walking stopped and he faced her, though they were still very close, and she waited expectantly, quite curious.
Her eyes widened and she gulped when he leaned forward, his lips grazing the spot where her neck sloped down and met her shoulder before darting his tongue out in a quick yet leisurely pace and nibbling on the flesh delicately while his hand crept around her waist.
The descriptive word for her would be jello --- gelatinous all the way, this could go on forever -- NO, he was NOT going to be right, NO.
She pushed him off of her lightly, still pretty lethargic.
"You cheated -- that's everybody's on button, no effort, none."
He quirked an eyebrow,
"Okay so there was a little effort, but predictable -- so predictable."
"I wasn't done Rory."
"What do you mean you weren't done?"
"I only did that because I enjoy it -- a lot..."
She blushed involuntarily.
"I still know where yours is though -- besides the obvious."
"Surprise me."
Soon Rory felt him place one of his hands on her neck and the other on the side of her torso, slithering its way inside the hem of her top and grazing the skin on her stomach with his fingertips just above her -- *ahem* southern regions -- guarded by her jeans. She shuddered, biting her lip as his fingers danced in and around her navel and she almost said his name very loudly -- almost. Dammit, they were in public! People could see them! Just before she fell over and fainted her hand stopped him.
"Okay you made your point."
"I did didn't I?"
"Yes you did."
"Okay -- you're turn."
Suddenly she became very shy and self-conscious.
"Tristan...people can see..."
Tristan glanced around at the few couples walking vaguely close to them and one sitting on a bench, also vaguely close.
"It's Saturday morning -- okay, all the smart people are asleep."
"I'll pretend you didn't say that."
"Hello -- raging exhibitionist here --"
"Your opinion doesn't count."
"Yes it does -- and this was your idea anyway."
"I..."
Yeah it really was.
"You wanted to guess..."
"Y -- oh fine," she relented, drawing him aside to a more secluded part of the meager strip mall and giving a quick cautious scan of the premises.
No one. Why did he have to be right, why?
Growing pensive, she examined his form from bottom to top, leaving out the obvious area that remained universal as a possible candidate.
Eventually, she invaded his personal space, running a hand through the side of his hair and down his neck, her mouth latching onto the opposite earlobe and applying slight pressure with her teeth before releasing it and stepping back a little to observe her handiwork.
"O...kay..." was all he could get out, slowly opening his eyes and smiling at her satisfied grin.
"Hmhm," she chuckled in a taunting tone, looking quite pleased with herself.
"That was -- close..."
"WHAT?"
"You're good, Ror -- but not that good -- it wasn't it."
Tristan tried not to fall out laughing at the pitiful shape her face had taken, settling for a quiet guffaw and scratching his neck.
Rory scrambled for an alternate plan -- she was sure that was going to work, it's like the second chapter in the Male Erogenous Zone handbook, the first being painfully apparent to all who had half a brain. She stewed, she cogitated, she thought of every possible thing a guy could like or be turned on by that had ever existed at any point and time in history, it was coming to her, any minute now...
Tristan's smirk left his face when he made eye contact with her and discovered a look that he thought only he could give her -- no, no way, she was not leering at him, she wasn't! HE was the leer-er, it was his occupation, he had plans to make a profit off of his leering skills, it was all mapped out damn it, she was NOT -- oh my she was getting closer.
Like some sort of -- stealthy -- thing, Rory slid her hands around the back of his T-shirt pulling him flush against her then parting his fully- delicious lips in a languid, agonizingly-slow manner until not a crevice remained un-tasted. Between the stomach-cramping rhythm their kissing had become and the lazy patterns she was drawing absentmindedly on the bare skin of his lower back, Tristan pretty much felt like she had him beat. Thankfully before it got to be too much she drew away, taking his bottom lip with her for a brief second then placing a solitary kiss at the corner of his mouth.
He chortled to himself, handling either side of her neck and pressing his nose and forehead against hers. When no words came, he combed his fingers through his hair then took her hand and lead her out of the corridor, down the sidewalk again.
The silence brought with it another one of Rory's self-satisfied smiles, which Tristan could hear and feel a mile away, but he still stayed quiet.
"Cat got your tongue?"
He rolled his eyes, smirking.
"Really delved deep for that one Mary."
"Oh Lucifer, I do what I can," she admitted, shrugging.
"Well it wasn't the cat."
"It wasn't," she feigned clueless-ness.
"No it wasn't."
"Huh -- see that's funny, I thought sure -- it was the cat."
"Are you a cat?"
"Not -- essentially. But then there's the whole 'life is a circular journey' thing to consider, so who knows? Maybe I was, maybe I will be -- it's unforeseen, to be determined if you will."
"Oh -- I'll keep that in mind," he conceded.
"Smart boy."
It was then that he allowed her to wrap his arm back around her shoulder while she found her spot around his waist, linking on to his belt loop and feeling impressed with herself the rest of the walk to the car.
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K guys, that's all for now! Chapter 9 (PartVIII) will be on its merry way hopefully before I'm old and feeble, but we'll see.
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A/N: Whoa -- so it's been a couple millennia since I updated, shoot me...okay please don't shoot me! I'M SORRY GUYS!!!! I'm a bad trory- goddess, I deserve a spanking -- a long one, so just send CMM on over and I'll be happy to --
Oh...sorry.
Yeah so this chapter's been a long time coming, I've been very lazy, and I apologize. I hope it's worth the wait, and feedback is always appreciated, you know that -- *psh* I don't have to tell you guys...
SHOUT-OUTS:
Surya - Apryl!!! MY MARSHES!!!! HOW I love thee, sooooooooooo much! Thank you for being so wonderful and for putting up with me and my weirdnesses -- my innumerable weirdnesses, my countless weirdnesses, my infinite weirdnesses, my -- see what I mean, yeah. Your so talented and funny and you make everything great for me. Your input in my life (not just my writing) is invaluable and I'm so glad to know you, 'cause you're amazing...
"Bay-bay, you're amaziiiiing -- and I waaant to let you seeee -- you are everything and mooore to me, I will let you be -- I will, I will..."
K, I won't smother anymore with the lyrics, *smooches* and thank you so mush.
Naters - Tin Man, you're a very cool, cool guy and I love ya hunny, I really do. Thanks for being the ultimate slamming partner (beware the Duff and Beyonce's orgasms during her songs, lol) and for all the great laughs and chats about whatever, you're such a great listener and you're so understanding -- you brighten my day sweetie, and I look forward to talkin' to ya. Ciao Gianni -- *wink*
Bumble - What can I say James? You rock the house, you rock it so hard it's not rockable anymore, off the heezy for sheezy, my nizzle -- I love you Bumbles and thank you for all your feedback and for not running scared when I got a little OC in our chats, haha -- greatness, that's you babe, greatness.
Llama - Oh Suser-ooni, you're my bundle of sunshine on a stick (lol -- wooty woot woot)! I love ya sweets, and thanks for all the input and recommendations and for being so reliable, I really appreciate that. Always remember Kuzco -- and Kronk too, hehe...ah the memories...so many...
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A Kiss Is Still A Kiss
PART VII: Hot Spot
Stumbling into unknown territory and passionately joined at the mouth as well as any other feasible body part that presented itself, Tristan and Rory found themselves in an interesting position; here they were, at Rory's grandparents house, in the -- where the hell where they?
Tristan cracked an eye open and saw they were in fact in some sort of study; it was well-lit and there were lots of books and -- ooo a table! Taking control, he lifted Rory off her feet, walked toward the desk, knocked off most of the items present to clear a path, and firmly planted her sitting apparatus on top. Then he thought for a moment and broke the kissing.
"Was there anything important on this desk?"
His inquiry made her look off the edge to assess what damage had been done: a stack of papers, a name plate, one of those fancy pen modules, a paper weight and a packet of stationery.
"Nope, no sir, all materials appear unimportant sir. Proceed with make-out protocol on the double."
"Is it weird that I'm turned on by you talking like that?"
"Just a little but we'll overlook it for the time being."
"Good great wonderful."
And the kissing continued -- but it was more than kissing after all. Tristan delved the cavity of Rory's mouth with his tongue, running his hands from her face, down her torso and up her skirt to grasp her "sitting apparatus" and pull her closer. All this had the goal of getting her horizontal on the desk, you see. Meanwhile, Rory cleaved to the back of Tristan's neck and feared she might break her own if his kisses became any more demanding, so she lowered her upper body onto the desktop, taking Tristan, his lips, and his roaming hands down with her.
This now presented a precarious scenario, since her legs were still dangling over the edge; naturally Tristan read her mind and brought her legs up around his waist until a very familiar hardness pressed in between...ah, so that's what it felt like. It wasn't the first time Rory had encountered his -- um -- member, but it had never been so -- pronounced before now, so she was a little intimidated. But then again, the way his hips occasionally ground against hers and how she immediately responded, not to mention the unmistakable mark he was leaving behind her ear with his mouth seemed to alleviate and erase any anxiety.
A brief moment of clarity came when Tristan's kissing began to move further south.
"Tris..."
Her voice sounded foreign to her, seeing as how she had forgotten she could talk because of all the moaning that had been going on.
"Hm," came his muffled response as he nipped at the flesh above her collarbone.
"Maybe we -- sh-- should, um, stop," she bit out, his actions clearly distracting her.
"Probably," he returned, having found his way to the skin under her blouse.
Thank the Lord for low-cut necklines.
"I mean, because -- what if somebody catches us -- y-you'd never be able to come to Friday night dinners ever again."
He removed the barrier her brassiere presented and devoured her nipple before she could say any word to the contrary.
"We cant have that," Tristan agreed, teasing her flesh mercilessly with his tongue and teeth.
Rory mildly shrieked, hitting an octave she was sure didn't register then pushing the apex of her legs aggressively against his ever-growing erection, rejoicing in the hiss she extracted from his otherwise-occupied mouth.
"No we can't," she reiterated, repeating her previous action just for the hell of it.
"Fuck Rory..."
He paused from his torture and rested his forehead in the valley below her neck to catch his breath.
*Ah so it was too much for him, eh?* she mused haughtily.
How in the holy name of the Lord did one simple action from her send him off the cliff of insanity? It was witch craft or voodoo or some sort of black magic, it had to be. But then again, the likelihood of Rory dabbling in the black arts was about as probable as Mother Teresa having been a closet porn star. She was simply intoxicating, he'd leave it at that
"We cant do this," she concluded once again.
His whine of displeasure said it all - almost.
"God I know," he groaned, simultaneously letting her up to fix her disheveled appearance and looking away so as not to become more aroused than he already was -- didn't help, but he tried.
"Why couldn't you have picked a bedroom, Ror?"
"Hey this is your fault; you started this, with your grinning and your come-hither eyes what was I supposed to do?"
"Come hither, huh?"
"Shut up."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
Once she seemed moderately presentable, she glanced over at Tristan: he was leaning one hand and his body weight on the bookshelf across the room, and with the other he dug his fingers through his hair, almost as if there was some purity lotion on them that he could rub into his scalp to cleanse his mind from all sexual content.
He took a deep breath and got up the never to turn and face her; and just stood there, wringing her hands and glancing around nervously before her eyes locked with his.
"Stop," he commanded.
"Stop what?"
"Looking all -- *waves his hand around* -- sexy and desirable."
"I'm not doing anything," she reminded with a smile."
"STOP!"
"What?!"
"No smiling, you can't smile."
"Why not?"
"Because...you just can't alright?"
"Okay," she complied, biting her bottom lip out of habit.
"JESUS will you STOP IT?!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Yes you did -- that - biting your lip thing, you did it, I saw you."
"I cant do that either?"
"No."
"Well what d'you want me to do?"
"I dunno...take my eyes out of my sockets, cuz then I cant see , or jab hot needles in my ears, and then I cant hear you -- or - or take the ash shovel from the fireplace and hack off my hands, because then I cant touch you -- its full proof, I'll be fine," he said dramatically with a cracking voice."
"Gross, I'm not doing that. Besides I like your eyes and your ears and your hands where they are. They're good things to have, I wouldn't want to be responsible for mutilating a good thing."
"But I'm letting you!"
"They're important to me!"
"Okay stop!"
"God, what now?!"
"You're being sweet, that qualifies as sexy."
"You're deranged."
"Well you would be too if you were me right now, okay?"
"Well if I cant be sexy then neither can you!"
"I'm sorry that's just not possible."
"And why not?"
"Because it's part of who I am -- I cant change it -- come with the package, darlin'."
It was true, he did ooze sex appeal
"Yeah, well the package I got came with too much ego, I'm sending it back."
He laughed genuinely, running a hand through his spiky hair.
"Ha! See that, you're being sexy!"
"What?"
"Upupup, no smiling -- too sexy."
"Oh I'm sorry."
"Cant talk either -- you have a sexy voice."
Tristan raised an eyebrow then clenched his jaw to keep the grin from his face, swallowing.
"You swallowed, I saw your Adam's apple move, that's definitely not allowed."
A smirk tugged at the corners of his gorgeous mouth, but a warning finger point from Rory sent it packing. She scrutinized him for any other signs of seductive quality.
"Close your eyes," she ordered.
He made a 'What the hell are you talking about' face.
"Hello? Come-hither look -- you couldn't have forgotten already, that's just disappointing."
Fighting the laughter that bubbled in his throat, he did as he was told.
"Now all you have to do is wish your body away and we'll be just fine."
"You first," he prompted.
"*Ahem* Ex-nay on the alking-tay, and that was clearly a smirk."
Tristan broke character, giving up the charade and letting out a chuckle.
"Rory this is stupid."
"Blame yourself, you instated the 'no sexiness' rule, I was merely a pawn and had no other choice but to play along or be annihilated."
"Forget the rule -- we have to do something about this."
"This?"
"Yeah this -- the making out, the groping, the almost-having-sex-in- inconvenient-places..."
"Oh that...this..."
Suddenly he felt very nervous, and it showed.
Rory didn't know what to think -- she'd never seen him nervous before, DuGreys don't get nervous.
"It means something, doesn't it? Us ending up together all the time, and inevitably being in the other's personal space, it's not just coincidence, I know it's not."
"It's not coincidence," she agreed.
"And I like you."
She smiled.
"I like you too."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Pausing......
"That still doesn't address the making-out, almost-having-sex thing does it?"
"Well, we established that we do it, and why we do it -- just -- not -- not if we're gonna stop doing it."
"Right," he answered, acting like he understood that it might need to stop and swallowing the lump in his throat.
"I don't think we should," she told him.
"You don't?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I...like you."
His grin reappeared, much to the dismay of her resolve.
"I like you too."
"Okay."
"Okay."
There was a mutual staring period where Rory crossed her arms over her chest and Tristan shoved his hands in his pockets. Finally, he got up the courage to move a little closer so he was standing right in front of her.
"So...what does that mean -- exactly?"
"Um -- what do you want it to mean?"
"I want it to mean whatever you want it to mean."
She opened her mouth and then shut it again, realizing he had her there, and he smiled because he knew he did.
"Well...whatever I mean is what you think I think you want me to mean," she concluded lamely.
He furrowed his brow, nodding.
"Nice try -- but that made absolutely no sense."
"Oh right...didn't think you'd catch that..."
"Of course you didn't," he teased, running his fingertips along the surface of her folded arms. She visibly shivered when his hands traveled down to her back, circling the lower region, and she unconsciously placed her own hands on the solid muscular expanse in front of her that science would call a chest, then moved them around his neck.
"Y'know...we skipped the whole friendship thing," she observed, trying to deter the effect he was having on her with conversation.
His tongue briefly tangled with hers in a short but highly-knee-weakening kiss.
"I'm gonna have to disagree with you on that -- because I happen to believe kissing is very friendly," he said huskily, brushing his mouth against the tip or her nose before going in for the kill and kissing her again.
This one was longer than the last, for which Rory was very thankful, because this time she could respond more fervently in hopes of letting him catch a glimpse of what it was he did to her that made her knees buckle and her stomach cramp up with nerves and desire all at the same time.
Breathless, Tristan pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
"Okay, I take it back -- that was completely more than friendly."
Rory grinned, nodding in agreement.
"I told you, but no -- you would not listen."
"So, I hope this means that you're - "
Her expression said 'go on' as she widened her eyes and leaned in a bit.
"Are you - I w - see the thing is -- y'know the, um....."
"Why yes Tristan, I would love to go out on a date with you," she cut in, completing his sentence, "You don't have to beg you know."
He made a that's so funny face and gave a bemused laugh, poking her in the side.
"You're -- cute, really."
"Yes I know -- it comes with the package," she said haughtily, buffing her nails and flipping her hair.
He chuckled, shaking his head. Presently, a muffled voice called from the hallway, and they broke apart like one of them had leprosy.
"Rory? Rory are you in h -- oh, there you are...Tristan."
"Sir," he nodded in response.
"Good well -- it seems, Rory, that your mother and my wife are not speaking to each other. Now might be a good time to 'make a break for it', as the saying goes," Richard advised in a low tone.
"Okay -- Tristan, coats are this way, and Grampa, tell Siri that dinner was delicious --what we got eat of it anyway."
"Yes, the pork was -- good," Tristan added then scrunched up his brow as to why he said anything at all.
She gave him a funny look then lead him out of the study, brushing past her grandfather.
Before Richard closed the door, he caught out of the corner of his eye a disarray of office supplies, scattered on the floor. He figured one of the maids had had a clumsy moment and left it at that.
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"Can we please have two glazed donuts to go?"
Tristan continued to shake his head, laughing to himself.
"*Rolling eyes* Again with the laughing -- what is so funny, " Rory asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Nothing I -- I just can't believe you wanted our first date to be going to a bakery in Hartford for donuts -- y'know what happened to me spoiling you with dinner from a fancy restaurant where everyone's favorite past time is staring at their own reflection?"
"Oh I'm so sorry Mr. DuGrey to be denying you the pleasure of flaunting your bank account in my face -- we'll embellish next time, I promise," she said gaudily.
"I guess I'll try to forgive you, though flaunting is what I live for -- whatever shall I do," he drawled in a 'damsel-in-distress' tone.
"Enjoy your donut," she filled in, shoving the treat in his face and taking a large bite from her own.
He received it, grinning good-naturedly before following her out of the shop and onto the sidewalk.
"How'd you know about this place anyway?"
Her incoherent words were muffled by the unsafe amount of food she had in her mouth at the present time.
He eyed her as well as the food bits that flew from her mouth.
"Oh really you don't say," he teased.
Finally able to chew and swallow she responded.
"My grandparents would come out here some weekends when we left the country club during the summer -- it's a nice little place; besides, wherever I go I have to pick out the baked goods hot spots, it's a hobby."
"Clearly."
During a brief pause, Rory soon saw that she was finished with her donut and he wasn't finished with his, so she stared hungrily at his last few juicy bites.
Seeing her drool at the sight of him eating, he paused mid-bite and looked at her.
"What?"
No words, just wide eyes were her reply.
"No."
"Please?"
"No, I fully plan on enjoying this donut -- its mine."
"Pleeeeeeeeease *pokes out lip*?"
"Don't even pull that with me, Gilmore, I'm immune to your wily charms."
She drew closer, wrapping her arms around his waist so her head was tilted back and up in his direction.
"Please Tristan -- please?"
Damn it, just -- damn it, he mused, regretting the strong hold she had on him...literally.
"It's not gonna work..."
If it was possible, she got even cuter and started whimpering, nuzzling against and kissing the crook of his neck because she discovered it was a weakness of his.
Rolling his eyes, he gave in.
"Open your mouth."
Giddily, she clapped and waited for him to place the morsel inside said body part.
What he didn't expect was her long, drawn-out eating from his hand which included taking his index and thumb into her mouth and sucking them dry of all donut contents -- his throat was very parched all of a sudden.
She had no idea what made her do that, but then again, Tristan was known for awakening things in her that weren't the norm, so she just went with it, loving the control and power she derived from one simple action.
"Thank you," she said and started down the sidewalk again.
He smirked to himself, laughing quietly and shaking his head once again -- conundrum.
"You, Rory Gilmore, are a tease," he observed, catching up to her.
"No I'm not you just think I am -- your mind resides at 69 Gutter Lane and you know it, I am innocent."
"69 Gutter Lane? Okay the fact that you even came up with that name proves my point -- you're a sex fiend Ror a closet sex fiend, there's no need to hide it -- you've been hiding for too long now, this is a safe space," he illustrated, circling and stroking the air with his hand.
"Shut UP," she said, pushing his arm and laughing at the same time.
He slung the very arm she pushed over her shoulder easily as they fell into step together.
"Aah it's okay -- I'll try to remain pure despite your desperate attempts to pollute me and turn me to the dark side; I have an iron-clad will, Mar, believe it or not."
Unconsciously, she leaned closer and her arm crept around his waist. His smell was intoxicating, and she loved the heat radiating off his body even though it wasn't a hot day.
"Oh I believe you."
"Don't worry -- really, I'll -- be fine."
"Who's worried, I'm not worried."
"Well good, 'cause I don't want you to worry -- at all."
"No worry - got it."
"None."
"Whatsoever."
"I couldn't agree more."
"Me either."
"Me either too."
"No worry -- gone, forever."
"Glad to hear it."
"Do you think you should stop this now?"
"Yeah we should."
"You mean you should."
"No I meant we."
"Oh of course, my mistake," she conceded, her tone severely lacking in sincerity.
"Atleast you're humble about it, y'know -- it's hard for most people to -- adapt to always being wrong," he explained to her, getting a mock- lofty look in his eye.
"Where's the mute? Do you have an off button?"
"Yes I do -- actually, I have an on button as well."
Smoldering Tristan returned, and she got excited.
"Really where?!"
"Uhuhuh, you have to guess..."
"Is this gonna take a long time?"
"Not really no -- besides, I thought you liked games."
"I do -- games are fun. But it's not a game if I'm the only one playing -- then it's just humiliation."
He chuckled, nodding.
"This is true, but see -- I already know where yours is, so -- my part of the game is done."
"Oh really?"
His quiet confident nod accompanied by a smirk only made her that much more stubborn.
"So where is it?"
The walking stopped and he faced her, though they were still very close, and she waited expectantly, quite curious.
Her eyes widened and she gulped when he leaned forward, his lips grazing the spot where her neck sloped down and met her shoulder before darting his tongue out in a quick yet leisurely pace and nibbling on the flesh delicately while his hand crept around her waist.
The descriptive word for her would be jello --- gelatinous all the way, this could go on forever -- NO, he was NOT going to be right, NO.
She pushed him off of her lightly, still pretty lethargic.
"You cheated -- that's everybody's on button, no effort, none."
He quirked an eyebrow,
"Okay so there was a little effort, but predictable -- so predictable."
"I wasn't done Rory."
"What do you mean you weren't done?"
"I only did that because I enjoy it -- a lot..."
She blushed involuntarily.
"I still know where yours is though -- besides the obvious."
"Surprise me."
Soon Rory felt him place one of his hands on her neck and the other on the side of her torso, slithering its way inside the hem of her top and grazing the skin on her stomach with his fingertips just above her -- *ahem* southern regions -- guarded by her jeans. She shuddered, biting her lip as his fingers danced in and around her navel and she almost said his name very loudly -- almost. Dammit, they were in public! People could see them! Just before she fell over and fainted her hand stopped him.
"Okay you made your point."
"I did didn't I?"
"Yes you did."
"Okay -- you're turn."
Suddenly she became very shy and self-conscious.
"Tristan...people can see..."
Tristan glanced around at the few couples walking vaguely close to them and one sitting on a bench, also vaguely close.
"It's Saturday morning -- okay, all the smart people are asleep."
"I'll pretend you didn't say that."
"Hello -- raging exhibitionist here --"
"Your opinion doesn't count."
"Yes it does -- and this was your idea anyway."
"I..."
Yeah it really was.
"You wanted to guess..."
"Y -- oh fine," she relented, drawing him aside to a more secluded part of the meager strip mall and giving a quick cautious scan of the premises.
No one. Why did he have to be right, why?
Growing pensive, she examined his form from bottom to top, leaving out the obvious area that remained universal as a possible candidate.
Eventually, she invaded his personal space, running a hand through the side of his hair and down his neck, her mouth latching onto the opposite earlobe and applying slight pressure with her teeth before releasing it and stepping back a little to observe her handiwork.
"O...kay..." was all he could get out, slowly opening his eyes and smiling at her satisfied grin.
"Hmhm," she chuckled in a taunting tone, looking quite pleased with herself.
"That was -- close..."
"WHAT?"
"You're good, Ror -- but not that good -- it wasn't it."
Tristan tried not to fall out laughing at the pitiful shape her face had taken, settling for a quiet guffaw and scratching his neck.
Rory scrambled for an alternate plan -- she was sure that was going to work, it's like the second chapter in the Male Erogenous Zone handbook, the first being painfully apparent to all who had half a brain. She stewed, she cogitated, she thought of every possible thing a guy could like or be turned on by that had ever existed at any point and time in history, it was coming to her, any minute now...
Tristan's smirk left his face when he made eye contact with her and discovered a look that he thought only he could give her -- no, no way, she was not leering at him, she wasn't! HE was the leer-er, it was his occupation, he had plans to make a profit off of his leering skills, it was all mapped out damn it, she was NOT -- oh my she was getting closer.
Like some sort of -- stealthy -- thing, Rory slid her hands around the back of his T-shirt pulling him flush against her then parting his fully- delicious lips in a languid, agonizingly-slow manner until not a crevice remained un-tasted. Between the stomach-cramping rhythm their kissing had become and the lazy patterns she was drawing absentmindedly on the bare skin of his lower back, Tristan pretty much felt like she had him beat. Thankfully before it got to be too much she drew away, taking his bottom lip with her for a brief second then placing a solitary kiss at the corner of his mouth.
He chortled to himself, handling either side of her neck and pressing his nose and forehead against hers. When no words came, he combed his fingers through his hair then took her hand and lead her out of the corridor, down the sidewalk again.
The silence brought with it another one of Rory's self-satisfied smiles, which Tristan could hear and feel a mile away, but he still stayed quiet.
"Cat got your tongue?"
He rolled his eyes, smirking.
"Really delved deep for that one Mary."
"Oh Lucifer, I do what I can," she admitted, shrugging.
"Well it wasn't the cat."
"It wasn't," she feigned clueless-ness.
"No it wasn't."
"Huh -- see that's funny, I thought sure -- it was the cat."
"Are you a cat?"
"Not -- essentially. But then there's the whole 'life is a circular journey' thing to consider, so who knows? Maybe I was, maybe I will be -- it's unforeseen, to be determined if you will."
"Oh -- I'll keep that in mind," he conceded.
"Smart boy."
It was then that he allowed her to wrap his arm back around her shoulder while she found her spot around his waist, linking on to his belt loop and feeling impressed with herself the rest of the walk to the car.
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K guys, that's all for now! Chapter 9 (PartVIII) will be on its merry way hopefully before I'm old and feeble, but we'll see.
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