Rory: " Now that we´re alone… ". She waited for me to fill in the blanks.
I smirked devilishly and began advancing towards her.
Rory began looking a bit unsure now, as if afraid of what I might do to her.
Tristan: " I was thinking we could do something interesting… ".
Rory: " Something interesting? ". She repeated with uncertainty, turning my statement into a question. That sweet tone she portrayed naturally made her so appetizing in my blue gaze.
I went to enclose her, placing my hands on the counter, forming an invisible cage, imprisoning her, giving her no choice but to say there, close, so nigh, to me, with me…
She had no where to run…
Tristan: " Yeah ". I breathed with sensualism, staring at her greedily.
She swallowed something in her throat, trying to back away a little from me.
She couldn´t…
There´s was no escape whatsoever and I wasn´t intent to let her go soon…
Hell, I´ve been waiting for this opportunity for awhile…
It´s time to get what I want…
Rory: " What are you looking at? ". She practically whispered. I was making her so nervous, Rory was fidgeting without control, trying to look at everything except my persona.
I lifted a hand up and carefully held her chin still with my fingers, so she could focus on my face and not on anything else.
Sometimes I was way too selfish for my liking.
I needed attention…
Well, at least hers…
Tristan: " Your mouth ". I was now whispering to her. To lure her into my spell was my greatest purpose.
Rory: " Why? ". Her voice was too tiny, so low and discreet, as if frightened about being busted doing something evil.
Tristan: " Because I want it? ". Hope in my breath, I´m inching closer, she´s breathing harder. I seem to suffocate her slowly as I get more near to her personal space. Our bodies are lightly pressed against each other and she has no where to go. She looks up shyly at my eyes for a split second before taking her focus away to a right corner in the kitchen. " ¿Am I provoking you, Mary? ". She looks back at me. Imprinting a warm kiss on the corner of her mouth. She blushes deeply. I kiss the other side of her lips, with extreme etherealness. " ¿Am I tempting you to do something bad? ". I go down to her neck, sucking the fresh, yummy skin with my flaming lips. I go up and down, tracing her neck line with my mouth, marking and claiming every spot I could find…
Her sudden inhalation was really sharp, so accurate, so keen…
Rory: " Tristan… ".
Tristan: " Come here ". I turned her chin around gently with the tips of my fingers and led her mouth to mine.
Crazed, I kiss openly, enthusiastically, with parted lips. I suck at her upper and lower lip with insanity, delirium, with dementia, with madness, inserting my tongue inside her mouth without any kind of permission, meeting her own…
I´m restless when I´m with her and I´m hungry when I´m not…
She fills me with eroticism and amorousness, with immense passion and ardor…
The attachment I feel over Rory is too strong, too powerful and too thick to cut with a knife or with something else much prickly…
I can´t break this aphrodisia, this monstrous craving that I have to get intimate with her…
She´s too sweet and too noble and I can´t help feeling myself drawn helplessly to her…
Too beauteous and so admirable, making it very hard for you not to feel attracted by her...
Rory Leigh Gilmore is definitely perfect, perfect for me. I don´t know if she is in anyone else´s eyes, but I´m sure as Hell that she is mine…
Here´s the curious thing that I didn´t expect to ever occur at any time soon...
Mary is actually responding to me and coming closer to my frame, leaning against me while her hands rise above to the back of my neck, making my mouth press even harder against hers, if that´s even possible in any way…
It be against the law if we were to get a lot more nigh to each other. Not that I would respect a law of that sort or anything, we´re talking about Rory here, I´d break it without second thought…
Her tongue is now exploring all the inside, the tip of it grazing and brushing against the roof of my mouth, teasing me, playing with me, making me lose my ground, losing control….
Excitement is taking over me, my hands slid around her waist skillfully like snakes, pushing her forward until my arms are locked around it, securely…
Tristan: " I like you ". I never speak and kiss at the same time, but I managed to mumble those sincere words between our fierce make-out session…
Her figure was red hot, on fire, I could feel her blistering anatomy burning underneath my eager touch…
She seemed intensely interested on me and really into the kiss…
I must dreaming…
Jess: " Yo Rory, you home!? ".
Rory: " Oh my God, Jess! ". Her hands on my chest pushed me to get away from her, but she didn´t do it that roughly. I reached over for her again, gathered her in my arms and took what I knew by heart was mine…
Her lips…
She began kissing me back, relaxing in my embrace, until…
Jess: " Rory!? ". She forced her lips away for the second time and I could see the disappointment in her eyes, although, I wasn´t that sure if she would ever confess that in this lifetime or ever…
Still, as I stated before…
I could see right through her…
Her fingers went through my blonde hair, caressing it, with much tenderness. She looked at me seriously, with a glitter of fright written all over her facial features…
Rory: " Please, don´t tell anyone about this, we´ll talk it through later, ok? ". A plead. She was pleading me. In a very reserved manner…
Tristan: " Don´t worry, I won´t ". I kissed her again, so softly, raining feather-like smooches on the flesh in her mouth…
She kissed me back...
Placing a hand on my cheek, she broke the kiss and rubbed my skin with her thumb, lovingly…
Rory: " Thank you ". Smiling gratefully at me, she then went over to the living room, trying to act in front of Jess as if nothing occurred in the first place.
I sighed and followed her…
I could do the same.
I´ve always been a good actor.