Rory woke up when she felt something on top of her. Or rather, someone.
Before she could scream she felt a hand covering her mouth.
"Shh"
his voice whispered in her ear
"it's just me"
Tristan.
The moment she heard his voice she calmed and panicked at the same time. Calmed, because it wasn't some burglar trying to rape her. Panicked, because her heart beated really fast and her body heated up.
Because it was summer, she was only wearing a tanktop and panties, and only a thin blanket covered her body from his sight.
"Tristan"
He removed his hand from her mouth so she could speak to him.
"what are you doing here?"
He was still on top of her, and in need of closer contact. He pulled away the blanket so their bodies locked.
"I need you Rory"
His hands slid down her waist and under her tanktop. She resisted the urge to scream, she didn't want to alarm his parents.
"Tristan stop"
Her voice trembled. Part of her didn't want him to stop at all. But this was wrong. They couldn't do this. What if their parents came in? And Dean. She still had Dean.
"You can't keep doing this to me Rory"
His voice was husky, filled with desire.
He had her here now, and he wasn't going to let her go again. His hands found their way to her breasts, and a little moan escaped from her mouth. He quickly covered her mouth with his, his tongue pushing her lips apart.
She didn't want this. Not like this. She tried to push him away, but that only ended up with him being even more forceful. He pulled her tanktop over her head and suddenly his mouth covered one of her breasts. She couldn't help gasping and unconsciously her hips bucked up against his. He groaned and softly bit her nipple.
She could feel his hardness press up against her hip and regained her senses. She pushed him away again and this time he seemed to come to his senses too.
"Oh god. Rory... I'm so sorry"
He stuttered. He sat back up again and almost couldn't bare to look at her.
"I... I didn't mean to... it's just... you're so beautiful... and Dean... he doesn't even see it... and I..."
Tristan stood up from the bed and backed up against the door.
"You... you should put a lock on your door..."
Rory put her tanktop back on and stared at him.
"A lock? Why?"
Tristan was shaking all over his body.
"Because... I don't want to do this to you. I don't want to rape you. But... you're so close... and so fucking beautiful... and I just don't know if I can keep myself from going to your room."
Suddenly he saw tears in her eyes.
**oh god** he thought **what have I done? I made her cry**
She stood up and walked to where he stood. Softly she placed her hand on his cheek.
"Listen carefully"
Her beautiful eyes looked straight into his
"you didn't try to rape me Tristan DuGrey"
Her touch was so soft, and it almost drove him crazy again. But then he saw the tears in her eyes, the sad look upon her face, and he tried to get away from her.
"Don't"
His voice whispered
"I won't be able to control myself"
Her hand let go of his cheek and carressed his hair.
"Please"
His voice was soft
"I don't want to hurt you..."
"You wouldn't"
"But... you tried to push me away"
She looked at him again, a little shy.
"I'm a virgin Tristan. I don't want our first time to be like this."
He stared at her. Unbelieving. That was the only reason? No word about bagboy, nothing about 'you're-my-brother'. She wanted a first time with him? His heart did a backflip.
Slowly Rory placed a kiss on his lips
"Let's talk tomorrow"
"Shh"
his voice whispered in her ear
"it's just me"
Tristan.
The moment she heard his voice she calmed and panicked at the same time. Calmed, because it wasn't some burglar trying to rape her. Panicked, because her heart beated really fast and her body heated up.
Because it was summer, she was only wearing a tanktop and panties, and only a thin blanket covered her body from his sight.
"Tristan"
He removed his hand from her mouth so she could speak to him.
"what are you doing here?"
He was still on top of her, and in need of closer contact. He pulled away the blanket so their bodies locked.
"I need you Rory"
His hands slid down her waist and under her tanktop. She resisted the urge to scream, she didn't want to alarm his parents.
"Tristan stop"
Her voice trembled. Part of her didn't want him to stop at all. But this was wrong. They couldn't do this. What if their parents came in? And Dean. She still had Dean.
"You can't keep doing this to me Rory"
His voice was husky, filled with desire.
He had her here now, and he wasn't going to let her go again. His hands found their way to her breasts, and a little moan escaped from her mouth. He quickly covered her mouth with his, his tongue pushing her lips apart.
She didn't want this. Not like this. She tried to push him away, but that only ended up with him being even more forceful. He pulled her tanktop over her head and suddenly his mouth covered one of her breasts. She couldn't help gasping and unconsciously her hips bucked up against his. He groaned and softly bit her nipple.
She could feel his hardness press up against her hip and regained her senses. She pushed him away again and this time he seemed to come to his senses too.
"Oh god. Rory... I'm so sorry"
He stuttered. He sat back up again and almost couldn't bare to look at her.
"I... I didn't mean to... it's just... you're so beautiful... and Dean... he doesn't even see it... and I..."
Tristan stood up from the bed and backed up against the door.
"You... you should put a lock on your door..."
Rory put her tanktop back on and stared at him.
"A lock? Why?"
Tristan was shaking all over his body.
"Because... I don't want to do this to you. I don't want to rape you. But... you're so close... and so fucking beautiful... and I just don't know if I can keep myself from going to your room."
Suddenly he saw tears in her eyes.
**oh god** he thought **what have I done? I made her cry**
She stood up and walked to where he stood. Softly she placed her hand on his cheek.
"Listen carefully"
Her beautiful eyes looked straight into his
"you didn't try to rape me Tristan DuGrey"
Her touch was so soft, and it almost drove him crazy again. But then he saw the tears in her eyes, the sad look upon her face, and he tried to get away from her.
"Don't"
His voice whispered
"I won't be able to control myself"
Her hand let go of his cheek and carressed his hair.
"Please"
His voice was soft
"I don't want to hurt you..."
"You wouldn't"
"But... you tried to push me away"
She looked at him again, a little shy.
"I'm a virgin Tristan. I don't want our first time to be like this."
He stared at her. Unbelieving. That was the only reason? No word about bagboy, nothing about 'you're-my-brother'. She wanted a first time with him? His heart did a backflip.
Slowly Rory placed a kiss on his lips
"Let's talk tomorrow"