A New Way
Chapter 6 "What or shall I say, who has gotten into you?"
Authors note: Thanks for the review! I know it's taking me forever sorry. Hope you like this chapter.
"Why would you tell her that you aren't busy?" Tristan said frustrated upon entering the living room, as Rory sat on the couch, ' waiting his arrival.
"Why would you tell her I was busy?" Rory said with a sly smirk on her face.
Rolling his eyes, chuckling bitterly. "What is this question for a question game?" He said sarcastically.
"I don't know is it?" She threw back.
"What do you want Rory?" He exhaled a exaggerated sigh.
"The same thing you want."
"Which is?"
"You'll see."
"God dammit Rory!"
"What?"
"Stop playing!"
"I'm not playing!"
"You're so playing."
"No."
"Yes."
"Stop!"
"Stop what?"
"Licking your lips!" He let out.
"What like this?" She continued.
"Stop!"
"Why?"
"Cause I said!"
"And that makes you my king?"
"Precisely."
"Whatever." She said licking her lips again.
"Stop Rory, I mean it." He said slowly.
Giving him an innocent smile, she leaned in close to him and felt the hot breath that escaped his lips. "Why?"
"Just stop." He said giving up and backing away slowly.
Rory chuckled quietly and tucked a falling her behind her ear. "Do you want to know what I really want Tristan?"
"What?" He said looking into her eyes.
"I want to know what it's like to feel your body against mine again. To taste your lips and to cause that smile, that I haven't seen for quite some time. I want to be able to let your name linger on my lips and escape passionately."
He looked at her, confusion in his eyes. Swallowing the lump in his throat and managing to choke out a few words. "We cant do that."
"Why not?" She said leaning closer into him. He was sitting on the couch by now; and she was pushing against him. Her left hand traveling, his leg and rubbing in a circular motion. While her right hand, reached up to his neck and lingered on the soft spots of his skin. "You don't want me any more?" She asked a little above a whisper and led her fingers to dance on his bottom lip.
Without a second thought he grabbed her into him, causing her to grope on top of him. He fell back onto the couch, taking her with him, in one seductive motion. The kiss was so passionate that Rory's stomach turned with different emotions. He drank her essence, sucking on her tongue. His hands now straddled around her waist, which lay above his growing erection. She felt him hard as rock underneath her and gasped in pleasure. She pushed into him harder, making sure he knew she felt it. He gasped wildly, his hands stroking through her long silky hair. She released her mouth from his lips and started kissing his neck. Deliberately nibbling and ducking on areas; she knew were out of control for him.
He groaned in pleasure, pleading for her not to go any further. "Stop." He said softly. When no response came and he could feel her pressing harder against him, he pushed her off fast but gently. "I said to stop." He barked, standing up.
Rory gasped in surprise. Looking at him like they were seven years old and he murdered her favorite Dolly. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean, what's wrong?" He replied, looking into her eyes with fury.
"I thought you wanted it too."
"No your wrong."
"But." She trailed off, biting her bottom lip in aggravation. "I don't ."
"Yeah, you never understand." He cut in, grabbing his jacket and keys.
"Tristan." She offered quietly, searching for some sort of reaction in his eyes. None. "Tristan, I'm sorry."
"No your not." He said in disgust. "Don't give me that poor excuse of a sorry. Your so selfish Rory and you don't even see it. When did you get like this? You aren't the Rory I fell in love with, I know that now for sure. Where is your dignity?"
Rory's voice trembled and she looked at her shoes; suddenly, as if they were the most intriguing thing in the world. "I don't . I don't know."
"Yeah, I bet you don't. You keep on trying to use me Rory. It's not going to work anymore. I wont be just a sex slave for your girlish desires." He turned, not wanting to look at her any longer. Not getting the chance to see the tears that fled from her eyelids, dropping to her flushed cheeks. "As corny as it sounds, it's true. What about our relationship's, did you think about Jen or even Luis. I'm not the same person I was Rory, I wont do that to Jen." He stopped, to look at her reaction quickly. Seeing the tears spill from her eyes and fall quietly. He wanted to stop hurting her and just hold her. But she deserved the pain. 'What's wrong with her.' He thought in anger. I just can't believe you Rory. After everything." He trailed off, opening the door, glancing at her one last time. "I love you Rory, but I have a question for you now. When will you grow up?" Without giving her time to react he slammed the door shut, in retreat.
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'He did?'
'Yeah I don't know what to do Mom. It's not like Tristan. He cant love me.' Rory cried into the phone.
'Why cant he? You're a beautiful well-rounded girl-in large part due to me.' Lorelai offered, dripping with sarcasm. 'Who wouldn't love you?"
"Tristan."
"Why not?'
'I don't know. I don't know anything Mom. What am I going to do?'
Well, Hunny. Not to be all like [duh] but . um maybe you should tell him how you feel.'
'I don't know how I feel. I feel like a evil, selfish, loathing person.'
'Aw hunny. Don't feel to bad. Your not loathing.' Lorelai offered.
'Oh mom! Aren't you suppose to be comforting me?'
'Well I don't know how Rory. This is well - different.' Lorelai said, confusion in her tone.
'I know-But I can't keep on doing this!'
'Doing what?'
'Hiding.'
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Chapter 6 "What or shall I say, who has gotten into you?"
Authors note: Thanks for the review! I know it's taking me forever sorry. Hope you like this chapter.
"Why would you tell her that you aren't busy?" Tristan said frustrated upon entering the living room, as Rory sat on the couch, ' waiting his arrival.
"Why would you tell her I was busy?" Rory said with a sly smirk on her face.
Rolling his eyes, chuckling bitterly. "What is this question for a question game?" He said sarcastically.
"I don't know is it?" She threw back.
"What do you want Rory?" He exhaled a exaggerated sigh.
"The same thing you want."
"Which is?"
"You'll see."
"God dammit Rory!"
"What?"
"Stop playing!"
"I'm not playing!"
"You're so playing."
"No."
"Yes."
"Stop!"
"Stop what?"
"Licking your lips!" He let out.
"What like this?" She continued.
"Stop!"
"Why?"
"Cause I said!"
"And that makes you my king?"
"Precisely."
"Whatever." She said licking her lips again.
"Stop Rory, I mean it." He said slowly.
Giving him an innocent smile, she leaned in close to him and felt the hot breath that escaped his lips. "Why?"
"Just stop." He said giving up and backing away slowly.
Rory chuckled quietly and tucked a falling her behind her ear. "Do you want to know what I really want Tristan?"
"What?" He said looking into her eyes.
"I want to know what it's like to feel your body against mine again. To taste your lips and to cause that smile, that I haven't seen for quite some time. I want to be able to let your name linger on my lips and escape passionately."
He looked at her, confusion in his eyes. Swallowing the lump in his throat and managing to choke out a few words. "We cant do that."
"Why not?" She said leaning closer into him. He was sitting on the couch by now; and she was pushing against him. Her left hand traveling, his leg and rubbing in a circular motion. While her right hand, reached up to his neck and lingered on the soft spots of his skin. "You don't want me any more?" She asked a little above a whisper and led her fingers to dance on his bottom lip.
Without a second thought he grabbed her into him, causing her to grope on top of him. He fell back onto the couch, taking her with him, in one seductive motion. The kiss was so passionate that Rory's stomach turned with different emotions. He drank her essence, sucking on her tongue. His hands now straddled around her waist, which lay above his growing erection. She felt him hard as rock underneath her and gasped in pleasure. She pushed into him harder, making sure he knew she felt it. He gasped wildly, his hands stroking through her long silky hair. She released her mouth from his lips and started kissing his neck. Deliberately nibbling and ducking on areas; she knew were out of control for him.
He groaned in pleasure, pleading for her not to go any further. "Stop." He said softly. When no response came and he could feel her pressing harder against him, he pushed her off fast but gently. "I said to stop." He barked, standing up.
Rory gasped in surprise. Looking at him like they were seven years old and he murdered her favorite Dolly. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean, what's wrong?" He replied, looking into her eyes with fury.
"I thought you wanted it too."
"No your wrong."
"But." She trailed off, biting her bottom lip in aggravation. "I don't ."
"Yeah, you never understand." He cut in, grabbing his jacket and keys.
"Tristan." She offered quietly, searching for some sort of reaction in his eyes. None. "Tristan, I'm sorry."
"No your not." He said in disgust. "Don't give me that poor excuse of a sorry. Your so selfish Rory and you don't even see it. When did you get like this? You aren't the Rory I fell in love with, I know that now for sure. Where is your dignity?"
Rory's voice trembled and she looked at her shoes; suddenly, as if they were the most intriguing thing in the world. "I don't . I don't know."
"Yeah, I bet you don't. You keep on trying to use me Rory. It's not going to work anymore. I wont be just a sex slave for your girlish desires." He turned, not wanting to look at her any longer. Not getting the chance to see the tears that fled from her eyelids, dropping to her flushed cheeks. "As corny as it sounds, it's true. What about our relationship's, did you think about Jen or even Luis. I'm not the same person I was Rory, I wont do that to Jen." He stopped, to look at her reaction quickly. Seeing the tears spill from her eyes and fall quietly. He wanted to stop hurting her and just hold her. But she deserved the pain. 'What's wrong with her.' He thought in anger. I just can't believe you Rory. After everything." He trailed off, opening the door, glancing at her one last time. "I love you Rory, but I have a question for you now. When will you grow up?" Without giving her time to react he slammed the door shut, in retreat.
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'He did?'
'Yeah I don't know what to do Mom. It's not like Tristan. He cant love me.' Rory cried into the phone.
'Why cant he? You're a beautiful well-rounded girl-in large part due to me.' Lorelai offered, dripping with sarcasm. 'Who wouldn't love you?"
"Tristan."
"Why not?'
'I don't know. I don't know anything Mom. What am I going to do?'
Well, Hunny. Not to be all like [duh] but . um maybe you should tell him how you feel.'
'I don't know how I feel. I feel like a evil, selfish, loathing person.'
'Aw hunny. Don't feel to bad. Your not loathing.' Lorelai offered.
'Oh mom! Aren't you suppose to be comforting me?'
'Well I don't know how Rory. This is well - different.' Lorelai said, confusion in her tone.
'I know-But I can't keep on doing this!'
'Doing what?'
'Hiding.'
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