Disclaimer: The only thing I claim to own is my own characters, Nessa and
Greg; everything else belongs to the WB, unfortunately that means Tristan
does too tear
A/N: Well I am bored to tears becuz there is nothing to do in good old Texas, el grrr i can't wait to move to the city when I'm older! Oh, and I know it's probably not R rated yet, but I went ahead and changed it cuz I heard a lot of fics are being kicked off because of the rating! I think that's stupid if you put a warning on it!!! so to whoever is getting rid of a bunch of really good fics, STOP IT!!!! Oh well, here's the next chapter!
Chapter 3: Dinner Dates
Tristan shook his head and realized his Mary was engrossed in the movie. He slid his hand and cupped her cheek and watched as her head turned to look at him. Rory's eyes searched his for some sort of explanation, but before she could say a word his lips came crashing down on hers. Tristan was demanding as he put his tongue in her mouth. Rory knew she had no choice but to return his kiss. Secretly, she knew she was just waiting for an excuse to kiss him with just as much passion. Her thoughts then flew out of her head and she focused on his lips and tongue and what they were slowly doing to her.
Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. She felt like she was drowning in his kiss as his tongue caressed every part of her mouth. Soon, she felt dizzy with pleasure, and felt an unfamiliar burning in her core. This just added to the desire that was already filling her. Tristan felt his pants pulling and there wasn't enough room in his pants now that Rory had pulled him almost on top of her. His hands lowered from her mid-back to the hem of his shirt, and slowly started to work it up and over her head. She pulled away long enough for it to be dropped on the floor and then savagely attacked his mouth again.
She couldn't believe she had lived without being kissed like this before. Sure there was some intense making out with Jess, but it was nothing compared to the passion she felt when Tristan kissed her. She wished he would hurry up, so there would be no barriers. That thought shocked her and she pulled away from Tristan. Rory knew she had been ready to give him her virginity, that thought had scared some sense into her.
"What's wrong?" Tristan asked, looking deep into Rory's wide, blue eyes.
"Nothing, it's just. Um... well... I've never done this, and I was about to let you, you know!" she stuttered.
Tristan's eyes widened in understanding, "Oh you thought! No, Rory I wasn't going to have sex with you just now!"
"What?"
"I wanted to kiss you, and wow! I never knew you could kiss like that, Mary!"
"But what about..."
"Mary," Tristan said. "I wasn't going to have sex with you. It's okay, you can trust me. I know you're still a Mary, and I don't want you to do anything with me that you might regret."
"How would you know I would regret it?"
"Because, we just got reacquainted, and I know you are not spontaneous," he explained.
"Oh," she replied.
"I do want to have sex with you, you know. Just, not right now."
Rory blushed and put Tristan's shirt back on and returned to watching the movie. He just smirked at her bashfulness, when just a minute ago she had been ready for him to have his way with her on his couch! As they watched the movie, he felt Rory scoot over next to him and lean her head against his shoulder. That gesture was so innocent that it made his heart melt as he wrapped an arm protectively around her. She needed to know that everything was okay, and that was refreshing.
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Greg practically skipped into his apartment, but stopped short when he saw Rory and Tristan sound asleep on the couch. He flipped the movie they had been watching off and tiptoed into his room to finish a paper he had. He knew Tristan had finally gotten smart and decided to go after the girl of his dreams once more. Hopefully, he would catch her this time.
As he was finishing printing the paper out, he heard a ringing from the kitchen. He walked in there and noticed it was a cell phone. It was obviously Rory's since it was pink with a sticker that said 'coffee' on it. Greg looked at the name and saw that someone named Paris was calling. He adored exotic names and he had to talk to whoever belonged to it.
"Hello, and whom might I ask has the lovely name of Paris?" he greeted.
"Excuse me! What kind of load of crap are you trying to pull! Where the hell is Rory and who the hell are you?!" the voice asked in a powerful manner.
"Why, Miss Paris. My name is Gregory McRiven, but my friends call me Greg. Rory is at my apartment asleep with a Mr. Tristan Dugrey."
"Tristan Dugrey! Why is she with him?"
"Well, she got drunk at a little party, and Tristan decided to bring her here so she wouldn't try to drive home." he explained.
"Oh, well tell her I called. Bye Greg." Paris said.
"Goodbye charming Paris," Greg replied.
They hung up, and Greg knew he had to meet this Paris. She seemed a little rough around the edges, but he loved a woman who would take control of any situation. Her power and confidence turned him on and now he couldn't wait to put a face with the voice. Until they met, he would be thinking about the lovely Paris.
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Rory woke up to the sound of a steady thump. Confused, she opened her eyes and realized she was laying on Tristan; the sound she had been hearing was his heart beat. She shook him awake and he stretched and bid her a good morning. She realized it was three, and she hadn't even had lunch yet. Her stomach grumbled just as Greg waltzed into the room.
"Why hello there sleepyheads!"
"Hey Greg, how long have we been out?" Tristan asked him.
"I got home an hour ago and you were both already out. Oh by the way, Paris called wondering where you were."
"Oh no," Rory groaned.
"She sounds absolutely delightful!" Greg grinned.
"I hope you're being sarcastic," Tristan said.
"No, why?"
"Paris is psychotic! She's obsessed with schoolwork and she loves to argue with anybody that will try!" Tristan explained.
Greg grinned even wider, "Just as I imagined! She sound's like a lovely woman who knows what she wants."
Tristan was about to continue on his rant, but just gave up. Greg had very strange taste in women. He loved for women to be in control, which was always very strange to him. Tristan wanted to be the one to call the shots, but Greg liked to be the one following orders. Not to say he was weak or didn't have a backbone, he did, which is partially why he needed a strong woman, too. The more Tristan thought about it, the more he realized how perfect Greg and Paris would be together.
"Okay, well how about you come with us when I drop Rory off to get some clothes," Tristan offered.
"Yes!"
"I have an idea," Rory piped up. "We can all go out for dinner, and you and Paris can get a chance to know each other if she doesn't kill you first."
They all agreed and Rory gathered all of her things to go. Before leaving, she had another cup of coffee and a sandwich to tide her over until dinner. Tristan drove and then walked her to the door of her dorm room. Rory knocked on it, since she didn't have her key and Paris swung the door open. Her mouth almost dropped when she saw Rory with two of the most gorgeous guys she had ever seen. Tristan Dugrey was obviously the blonde one, but the tall brunette must have been Greg.
"Come in," Paris said as she quickly regained her wits. "It's nice to see you again, Tristan."
"You too, Paris."
"And you must be Greg. It's nice to meet you," Paris told him.
"You too, Miss Paris and you are just as beautiful as I imagined you."
Paris blushed at his compliment and was about to tell them goodbye when Tristan spoke up.
"So, Paris we were wondering if you would like to join the three of us for dinner."
"We could make it a double date," Greg added.
"Sure," Paris answered quickly. "Where were you planning on going?"
"Probably somewhere nice, so get dressed up just in case, we'll pick you up at seven."
The guys left and Paris stared at Rory. She tried to play it cool and just give vague answers, but Paris was having none of that. She hounded Rory about the details, until Rory finally gave in and spilled the entire story. Paris' mouth fell open as Rory told her about the passionate kiss. She knew Tristan liked Rory, but Rory was too blind to see it.
The two girls hurried around and got ready for their respective dates. Rory took another shower since she hadn't had a chance to fix her hair properly. She wrapped herself in a towel and got out so Paris could shower. Once she reached her room, she pulled out a red dress to wear. The top had a V-neck that went lower than Rory usually wore. There were spaghetti straps holding the dress up and it was form fitting the whole way down. At the bottom, it was cut diagonally so the shortest part was right above her knee and the longest landed mid-calf. She repainted her toenails red and slipped on her high-heeled strappy red sandals. Paris was out by then and the two chatted as they did their hair and makeup.
By the time Greg and Tristan arrived, the two girls were putting on finishing touches. Rory dabbed a bit of lip-gloss on and grabbed her purse. Her heart almost stopped beating when she saw Tristan standing in her living room. He looked GOOD in a suit; it was very stylish and he looked classy in it. Greg was waiting for Paris to come out and was in shock at how beautiful she looked. Her long blonde hair had been twisted up into an elaborate French twist. She was wearing an elegant black dress that fell below her knees. The neckline plunged just above where her bra should be and there were spaghetti straps like Rory's. Greg held out his arm and Paris took it.
"You look gorgeous," Greg whispered.
"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." Paris replied.
Tristan and Greg had driven separate cars, so Trsitan led Rory to his and Greg led Paris to his. In each car, the couples discovered things about their dates. Rory found out that Tristan was in aw school and Tristan found out about Rory's passion of journalism. Greg and Paris were surprised that they both wanted to do something in politics. They argued about California and their governor situation. The ride to the restaurant was pleasant, and once they were all four together they talked about how they all knew each other.
"So, Paris, how did you know Tristan?" Greg asked her.
"Oh, all three of us went to Chilton together," she told him. "How did you and Tristan get to be roommates?"
"Funny story actually, Tristan and I met in military school. We both hated each other's guts at first. I mean we were vicious to each other, we would sabotage the other's duties so the drill sergeant would yell at the other one. Finally, our sergeant caught on and switched our bunkmates so we had to room together. After almost killing each other the entire first semester, we finally got passed it and became friends." he told them.
Rory and Paris laughed at all the stories they told about the hell that they put the other one through. It was a delightful evening and the food was exquisite. When it was time to go back to their respective homes, Greg took Paris home. Tristan and Rory stopped at a park to walk and Rory felt afraid of her feelings for Tristan. She had never felt that intensely about a guy, so she decided to put some distance between them.
"I've been thinking about us," she informed him.
"What about us?"
"Well, I think we should be friends." Rory told him.
He felt a blow to his stomach when she said that. Tristan wanted to date Rory, not be her friend. A plan started to formulate inside of his head, though, as he smiled at Rory. There was no way she could resist his charm, not when there was this much chemistry between the two of them. He snaked an arm around her waist and watched her shudder in response to his touch. Oh yes, it would only be a matter of time before she surrendered to the charm of Tristan Dugrey.
"If that's what you want, Mary."
A/N: That was a fun chapter to write! Next chapter will most likely be bumped up to R, though so you have been warned. I just wanted to be on the safe side, here. Please Review!!!
A/N: Well I am bored to tears becuz there is nothing to do in good old Texas, el grrr i can't wait to move to the city when I'm older! Oh, and I know it's probably not R rated yet, but I went ahead and changed it cuz I heard a lot of fics are being kicked off because of the rating! I think that's stupid if you put a warning on it!!! so to whoever is getting rid of a bunch of really good fics, STOP IT!!!! Oh well, here's the next chapter!
Chapter 3: Dinner Dates
Tristan shook his head and realized his Mary was engrossed in the movie. He slid his hand and cupped her cheek and watched as her head turned to look at him. Rory's eyes searched his for some sort of explanation, but before she could say a word his lips came crashing down on hers. Tristan was demanding as he put his tongue in her mouth. Rory knew she had no choice but to return his kiss. Secretly, she knew she was just waiting for an excuse to kiss him with just as much passion. Her thoughts then flew out of her head and she focused on his lips and tongue and what they were slowly doing to her.
Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. She felt like she was drowning in his kiss as his tongue caressed every part of her mouth. Soon, she felt dizzy with pleasure, and felt an unfamiliar burning in her core. This just added to the desire that was already filling her. Tristan felt his pants pulling and there wasn't enough room in his pants now that Rory had pulled him almost on top of her. His hands lowered from her mid-back to the hem of his shirt, and slowly started to work it up and over her head. She pulled away long enough for it to be dropped on the floor and then savagely attacked his mouth again.
She couldn't believe she had lived without being kissed like this before. Sure there was some intense making out with Jess, but it was nothing compared to the passion she felt when Tristan kissed her. She wished he would hurry up, so there would be no barriers. That thought shocked her and she pulled away from Tristan. Rory knew she had been ready to give him her virginity, that thought had scared some sense into her.
"What's wrong?" Tristan asked, looking deep into Rory's wide, blue eyes.
"Nothing, it's just. Um... well... I've never done this, and I was about to let you, you know!" she stuttered.
Tristan's eyes widened in understanding, "Oh you thought! No, Rory I wasn't going to have sex with you just now!"
"What?"
"I wanted to kiss you, and wow! I never knew you could kiss like that, Mary!"
"But what about..."
"Mary," Tristan said. "I wasn't going to have sex with you. It's okay, you can trust me. I know you're still a Mary, and I don't want you to do anything with me that you might regret."
"How would you know I would regret it?"
"Because, we just got reacquainted, and I know you are not spontaneous," he explained.
"Oh," she replied.
"I do want to have sex with you, you know. Just, not right now."
Rory blushed and put Tristan's shirt back on and returned to watching the movie. He just smirked at her bashfulness, when just a minute ago she had been ready for him to have his way with her on his couch! As they watched the movie, he felt Rory scoot over next to him and lean her head against his shoulder. That gesture was so innocent that it made his heart melt as he wrapped an arm protectively around her. She needed to know that everything was okay, and that was refreshing.
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Greg practically skipped into his apartment, but stopped short when he saw Rory and Tristan sound asleep on the couch. He flipped the movie they had been watching off and tiptoed into his room to finish a paper he had. He knew Tristan had finally gotten smart and decided to go after the girl of his dreams once more. Hopefully, he would catch her this time.
As he was finishing printing the paper out, he heard a ringing from the kitchen. He walked in there and noticed it was a cell phone. It was obviously Rory's since it was pink with a sticker that said 'coffee' on it. Greg looked at the name and saw that someone named Paris was calling. He adored exotic names and he had to talk to whoever belonged to it.
"Hello, and whom might I ask has the lovely name of Paris?" he greeted.
"Excuse me! What kind of load of crap are you trying to pull! Where the hell is Rory and who the hell are you?!" the voice asked in a powerful manner.
"Why, Miss Paris. My name is Gregory McRiven, but my friends call me Greg. Rory is at my apartment asleep with a Mr. Tristan Dugrey."
"Tristan Dugrey! Why is she with him?"
"Well, she got drunk at a little party, and Tristan decided to bring her here so she wouldn't try to drive home." he explained.
"Oh, well tell her I called. Bye Greg." Paris said.
"Goodbye charming Paris," Greg replied.
They hung up, and Greg knew he had to meet this Paris. She seemed a little rough around the edges, but he loved a woman who would take control of any situation. Her power and confidence turned him on and now he couldn't wait to put a face with the voice. Until they met, he would be thinking about the lovely Paris.
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Rory woke up to the sound of a steady thump. Confused, she opened her eyes and realized she was laying on Tristan; the sound she had been hearing was his heart beat. She shook him awake and he stretched and bid her a good morning. She realized it was three, and she hadn't even had lunch yet. Her stomach grumbled just as Greg waltzed into the room.
"Why hello there sleepyheads!"
"Hey Greg, how long have we been out?" Tristan asked him.
"I got home an hour ago and you were both already out. Oh by the way, Paris called wondering where you were."
"Oh no," Rory groaned.
"She sounds absolutely delightful!" Greg grinned.
"I hope you're being sarcastic," Tristan said.
"No, why?"
"Paris is psychotic! She's obsessed with schoolwork and she loves to argue with anybody that will try!" Tristan explained.
Greg grinned even wider, "Just as I imagined! She sound's like a lovely woman who knows what she wants."
Tristan was about to continue on his rant, but just gave up. Greg had very strange taste in women. He loved for women to be in control, which was always very strange to him. Tristan wanted to be the one to call the shots, but Greg liked to be the one following orders. Not to say he was weak or didn't have a backbone, he did, which is partially why he needed a strong woman, too. The more Tristan thought about it, the more he realized how perfect Greg and Paris would be together.
"Okay, well how about you come with us when I drop Rory off to get some clothes," Tristan offered.
"Yes!"
"I have an idea," Rory piped up. "We can all go out for dinner, and you and Paris can get a chance to know each other if she doesn't kill you first."
They all agreed and Rory gathered all of her things to go. Before leaving, she had another cup of coffee and a sandwich to tide her over until dinner. Tristan drove and then walked her to the door of her dorm room. Rory knocked on it, since she didn't have her key and Paris swung the door open. Her mouth almost dropped when she saw Rory with two of the most gorgeous guys she had ever seen. Tristan Dugrey was obviously the blonde one, but the tall brunette must have been Greg.
"Come in," Paris said as she quickly regained her wits. "It's nice to see you again, Tristan."
"You too, Paris."
"And you must be Greg. It's nice to meet you," Paris told him.
"You too, Miss Paris and you are just as beautiful as I imagined you."
Paris blushed at his compliment and was about to tell them goodbye when Tristan spoke up.
"So, Paris we were wondering if you would like to join the three of us for dinner."
"We could make it a double date," Greg added.
"Sure," Paris answered quickly. "Where were you planning on going?"
"Probably somewhere nice, so get dressed up just in case, we'll pick you up at seven."
The guys left and Paris stared at Rory. She tried to play it cool and just give vague answers, but Paris was having none of that. She hounded Rory about the details, until Rory finally gave in and spilled the entire story. Paris' mouth fell open as Rory told her about the passionate kiss. She knew Tristan liked Rory, but Rory was too blind to see it.
The two girls hurried around and got ready for their respective dates. Rory took another shower since she hadn't had a chance to fix her hair properly. She wrapped herself in a towel and got out so Paris could shower. Once she reached her room, she pulled out a red dress to wear. The top had a V-neck that went lower than Rory usually wore. There were spaghetti straps holding the dress up and it was form fitting the whole way down. At the bottom, it was cut diagonally so the shortest part was right above her knee and the longest landed mid-calf. She repainted her toenails red and slipped on her high-heeled strappy red sandals. Paris was out by then and the two chatted as they did their hair and makeup.
By the time Greg and Tristan arrived, the two girls were putting on finishing touches. Rory dabbed a bit of lip-gloss on and grabbed her purse. Her heart almost stopped beating when she saw Tristan standing in her living room. He looked GOOD in a suit; it was very stylish and he looked classy in it. Greg was waiting for Paris to come out and was in shock at how beautiful she looked. Her long blonde hair had been twisted up into an elaborate French twist. She was wearing an elegant black dress that fell below her knees. The neckline plunged just above where her bra should be and there were spaghetti straps like Rory's. Greg held out his arm and Paris took it.
"You look gorgeous," Greg whispered.
"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." Paris replied.
Tristan and Greg had driven separate cars, so Trsitan led Rory to his and Greg led Paris to his. In each car, the couples discovered things about their dates. Rory found out that Tristan was in aw school and Tristan found out about Rory's passion of journalism. Greg and Paris were surprised that they both wanted to do something in politics. They argued about California and their governor situation. The ride to the restaurant was pleasant, and once they were all four together they talked about how they all knew each other.
"So, Paris, how did you know Tristan?" Greg asked her.
"Oh, all three of us went to Chilton together," she told him. "How did you and Tristan get to be roommates?"
"Funny story actually, Tristan and I met in military school. We both hated each other's guts at first. I mean we were vicious to each other, we would sabotage the other's duties so the drill sergeant would yell at the other one. Finally, our sergeant caught on and switched our bunkmates so we had to room together. After almost killing each other the entire first semester, we finally got passed it and became friends." he told them.
Rory and Paris laughed at all the stories they told about the hell that they put the other one through. It was a delightful evening and the food was exquisite. When it was time to go back to their respective homes, Greg took Paris home. Tristan and Rory stopped at a park to walk and Rory felt afraid of her feelings for Tristan. She had never felt that intensely about a guy, so she decided to put some distance between them.
"I've been thinking about us," she informed him.
"What about us?"
"Well, I think we should be friends." Rory told him.
He felt a blow to his stomach when she said that. Tristan wanted to date Rory, not be her friend. A plan started to formulate inside of his head, though, as he smiled at Rory. There was no way she could resist his charm, not when there was this much chemistry between the two of them. He snaked an arm around her waist and watched her shudder in response to his touch. Oh yes, it would only be a matter of time before she surrendered to the charm of Tristan Dugrey.
"If that's what you want, Mary."
A/N: That was a fun chapter to write! Next chapter will most likely be bumped up to R, though so you have been warned. I just wanted to be on the safe side, here. Please Review!!!