Author's note 2004-09-06: Okay, another chapter revised, 16 more to go, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to all the reviewers, your reviews means a lot to me. Also a big thank you to Raven who took time to go through this chapter and pointed out missing details and to Arlene who always push me to write by her daily enthusiasm. Enjoy!
Didi

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Chapter 6: The Best Way To Say Good Night

Rory came out of the bathroom; holding unto the oversized shorts Tristan lent her in order to prevent them from falling. She entered the kitchen quietly; she observed and admired the muscles of his naked back that moved with every movement he made. Rory smiled tenderly, she witnessed something she never thought would happen, Tristan washing dishes. She walked over to him, her naked feet advancing quietly over the cool ceramic of the floor. As she neared him, she was standing right behind him, she felt the urge to hold him. Her hands moved tenderly over his waist, her head rested on his back as she held him tightly. Tristan placed the mug he was washing back in the sink and covered her hand with him. Rory rose on her tiptoes, broke the embrace in the process, pecked Tristan's cheek softly and whispered, "Goodnight."

Tristan turned around as she tried to escape the kitchen and found her even more attractive in his oversized clothes that made her look even more innocent and smaller. He grabbed her wrist before she had time to escape, pulled on her arm to make her come back close to him. One of his hands went to her back; the other one grabbed her waist, bringing her even closer. He nuzzled her neck, and whispered, "What kind of goodnight was that?" Her hands instinctively met behind his back, and caressed the soft skin she had admired a little earlier. Tristan moved his lips up on her neck 'till he got in contact with her ear. He bit on the lob softly and informed her, his voice husky, "I find you very sexy in my clothes."

A blush crept over her cheek, she answered weekly, "They're too big for me."

"That's why it's sexier..." Tristan brought his lips close to hers, "Easier to take off..." His lips fell on hers, caressed her lips, and tasted the sweat taste of her lip-gloss.

Rory tried to speak between the kisses that she returned eagerly, "I don't..." a lick of tongue, "...intend to..." Tristan sucked on her bottom lip, "lose them."

Tristan smirked between kisses, his hand traveled down her back to rest comfortably over her bottom, "Too late."

Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she realized that his boxers were covering her feet and ankles. Tristan took this opportunity to invade her mouth and to fully kiss her with all the growing desire he felt for her. Tristan sensed her legs weakening, he bent down a bit in order to keep the contact of their lips, he picked her up, one side of the boxers slid over her foot, leaving her in her white cotton panties to wrap her legs around his waist, and carried her with ease to the nearest counter. He placed her on top of the counter, her legs still around him. At the sound of a moan, one of his hands held her back, the other one moving to touch her stomach lightly.

Rory let herself relax in Tristan's embrace and felt his strong hand caressing her stomach. His lips leaving her mouth to attack her neck, biting on the soft flesh tenderly. Her head fell backward a little and the things that kept her from falling were Tristan's body and his hand on her back. Her hands found his shoulder, her fingers held on to his neck.

Tristan smirked against her neck; he moved to make her feel his growing erection. He felt her body tense and whispered hoarsely, "Relax, we're just having a little fun."

She tried to appear relaxed but it didn't really work, "How much fun are you expecting to get tonight?"

His eyes glazed with passion, he kissed her mouth again. "You talk too much, don't think, just enjoy and feel."

Securing her legs around his torso, he put her hand around his neck and said, "Hold on tight to me." Both of his hands took place on each side of her waist, lifting the oversized shirt over her head. He placed one hand on her back, took her hands off his neck, sending the shirt on the floor, and placed her hands on the counter behind her.

A sudden shyness assaulted her and made her want cover her breasts but his hands holding hers still, kept her from hiding her breast. Her eyes pleaded him to let go but received a single negative move with his head. "Tristan, ple..."

Tristan's mouth fell on hers to mute her, he kissed her hard, hoping to make her forget her protestation. As she relaxed under his hold, his hand let go of hers and he whispered while his mouth traveled down her neck, "Don't hide, you've got nothing to be ashamed of. You are perfectly beautiful."

Nervous, Rory felt his hold over her hands disappear as his hands moved tentatively to her waist, touching her delicately. Her skin shivered with pleasure, she decided to let her curiosity win over. To feel every ministration he did to her body, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

Tristan realized that for tonight he wouldn't meet anymore resistance, he breathed deeply and enjoyed the sight of her almost naked body. He moved his hands upward slowly, feeling every inches of her skin. Just below her breasts, he stopped to enjoy the view of Rory's chest hardening in anticipation.

Rory held her breath, expecting his hands to touch her breasts but he remained still. She groaned in frustration, making him act again. She gasped as she felt his mouth sucking on her left breast, and held on tight to the counter to prevent hitting her head on the wall behind, moaning in pleasure.

As he moved to get a taste of her other breast, the abandoned nipple caressed his cheek, he felt her body weakening and falling backward. His arms wrapped around her body to steady her, he began licking her shivered nipple.

His arms kept her steady; she adjusted her legs around him and slid her hands on his back, tracing the muscles with her finger in a feather-like touch. One of her hand moved up front, as he still sucked on her breast, she played with the little hair surrounding his navel. She heard him groan and he left his task to rest his head on her shoulder. Her hand went back to the counter and she murmured innocently, "I guess I wasn't supposed to do that."

He lifted his head to look into her eyes; her usually innocent blue eyes were a dark shade of midnight blue with lust and passion mirroring his own desire. He kissed her lips softly, took her hand to place it back over his stomach, "No, I was just surprised." Kissing her lips again, "You can do to me anything you feel like doing." He shifted her arms to have them surrounding his neck, and whispered, "Now, hold on tight to me." As he felt her arms tightening their hold on him, he grabbed her ass, moved his hands slowly to her mid thighs and picked her up to take her into his room, where they would be more comfortable.

Lost in a passionate kiss as Tristan walked them toward the room, he smashed her in the doorframe.

"Ouch!"

Tristan chuckled, "See what you do to me?" He kissed her softly, "Did I hurt you?"

She smiled at him, "No, just got surprised, that's it." She kissed him passionately again.

Lost in the kiss once again, Tristan entered in the room, advancing randomly to find the bed and fell over Rory as his foot hit the mattress. Her legs still held him and they burst in hysterical laugher. After a couple of minutes, he whispered, "I hope I didn't hurt you too much trying to get you in my bed."

Lust replaced laugh in her eyes, she kissed him softly, "No, and this is definitely more comfortable than a counter." Swiftly, she pushed herself to make him lie on his back. She kissed his neck, trying to imitate his previous actions. Straddling him, she touched every part of his body slowly, and admired his perfectly built frame. Her fingers exploring, she lingered on the little patch of hair in the middle of his chest, surprises of their softness.

Tristan held his breath, unable to decide if he was dreaming or not. As she bent down to kiss his mouth, her nipples touching his chest, he knew he wasn't dreaming. During the sweet and caring kiss, she slowly liad over him, her legs tangled with his and all her weight was on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her frame, holding her close to him.

Rory broke the kiss to suck on the skin of his neck; she licked his Adam's apple trailing down her tongue over the soft part of his left shoulder and bit down softly. The pressure of the hands on her middle back increased at the same time that she heard a groan come out of her partner's lips. Encouraged, she lowered her kisses, took one of his small nipples between her teeth, and continued on her way down.

One of his hands was messing her hair while the other one was holding on to her shoulder, encouraging her to keep going lower and lower. As her mouth and hands reached the line of his boxers, Tristan surprised himself and steadied her, forcing her to stop.

Innocent eyes met his, forcing his mind not to give into his lust and passion. Hesitating on just how to explain the things he felt like saying but that he was sure to regret saying in the morning, he breathed deeply. "I think we should stop." Upon seeing the hurt and confusion in her eyes, he blurted out, "Not that you are doing anything wrong." He placed his hands under her shoulders, lifted her to make her be face to face with him. He kissed her softly, "It's just that you were always different from the other girls for me." He paused to hold her tighter, "I've had sex before, I won't deny it, but." He lingered his lips over hers for a second, "But I never made love to anyone before." He swallowed hard, "And I think that with you there could be a possibility of that in the future." Kissing her neck that held her stunned figure, "Or maybe not, but only time will tell." His mouth captured her earlobe and he bit on it softly. "What I mean is that I would like to wait."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise, certain that she didn't hear him correctly, she scrutinized his gaze finding sincerity and longing in them. "You are being serious about this." She held him tightly, "But..."

He cut Rory off by kissing her as he switched position with her, his body covering hers completely.

She pushed him away gently, "I think we need to talk more about that."

Tristan groaned as he rolled on his back beside her. "It's not a big deal Rory. We don't need to debate about this all night."

Feeling self-conscious of her nakedness, her eyes looked around the room for something to wear. Rory saw a sweatshirt on a desk; she stood up to pick it up and passed it over her head, smelling Tristan scent on it. She walked back to the bed to sit down beside Tristan, looking at him intensely. "It's just that I never thought about you as the guy who would wait."

He closed his eyes, "Drop it Rory."

She shook her head negatively, but she realized his eyes were closed. "No."

Tristan groaned again but this time he took both of Rory's hand in his, push her back on the bed and held both her arms over her head. His eyes dark with an emotion she couldn't define, he kissed her roughly, a kiss with no tenderness, "Is that what you want?" He looked into her eyes filled with fright and confusion, he added his voice hard and strong, "Tell me Rory, is that what you want?"

She tried to break free of his hold but he proved to be much more stronger than her. Her voice weak, she asked, "Want what?"

He pressed his whole body over hers, "Just a few nights then you're out of the picture? Just have hot and wild sex but have it be completely meaningless?"

Finally realizing what he was talking about, she blushed and tried to speak, "It's not... I don't... I want..."

He kissed her softly before he whispered, "I don't want that with you. I want it to mean something for you and me." He kissed her again, silencing whatever she was about to say, "And just this morning I had to beg for a date which would make it meaningless."

He released his hold on Rory's wrists and rolled off her again. Rory rubbed her wrists, uncertain of what to say. She watched Tristan as he stood up, opened a drawer, and took a shirt and a pair of boxers. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to him, her arms found their way around him and she felt him stiffen at her touch. She held him tighter and murmured, "Thank you."

Tristan moved to face Rory, hugged her. His lips met hers tenderly, "You're welcome." He led her over to his bed, put the sheets aside to let her climb in. He sat on the bed beside her, took hold of the sweatshirt, "You should probably take that off or you be sweating in no time." He took off the warm peace of clothing, kissed both of her nipples, lingering on them a little. Tristan gently pushed Rory on the mattress, covered her and kissed her forehead. "Good night."

Tristan began to leave but Rory held his arm, "You're not joining me?"

He kissed her lips softly, "Of course I will. Just not now."

She yawned and offered, "Want some company?"

He smirked, looking intensely at her, "You're welcome to follow me if you want to, but it might ruin the effect of the cold shower." Seeing her blush intensely, he asked huskily, "Do you want to shower with me?"

She smiled at him, "I don't think I'll try that experience tonight. I hate cold water."

He chuckled while he left her in his bed, "You just don't know what you are missing."

Rory was on the verge of sleeping when Tristan came back in the room, he lay down in bed silently not to disturb her. He snuggled in her back and closed his eyes.

As she felt his cold skin against her back, sending shivers all over her body, she muttered, "You're cold."

He molded his body to hers, "Warm me up."

She laughed, "Not a chance, I'm sleepy."

Tristan kissed the nape of her neck laughing a little, "Good night then."

She turned to face him, her head rested on his shoulder, her face buried in his chest, she whispered, "How am I going to explain you to my mom?"

He shifted a bit to be on his back, "Say it was love at first sight..."