Disclaimer: I own Gilmore Girls! Hehe after four years of wanting to own
it, I finally do! Muahahahahaha.... and then my psychologist told me I
didn't. There were many tears.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Y'all are sweethearts! Apparently everyone has exciting lives, because there haven't been many updates today; I am bored to tears! There is nothing to do in lil ole Texas! El grr!!! So, I hope you like the product of my boredom.
Rating: NC-17... you have been warned!
Chapter 9: Theme of the Day
The weekend passed quickly, and it was time for Rory to return to Yale. She had already gotten on birth control pills, and she was telling her mother goodbye. They hugged one last time and Rory got into her car and drove towards New Haven. Her nerves were up because she knew she had to tell Tristan what she did. Rory was just glad her mother didn't want to kill him, or prevent them from having sex... permanently.
Tristan gave Morgan back to Nessa, and told her Morgan's question. Nessa couldn't stop laughing about how Tristan handled it. She soon stopped laughing when he told her how Rory found out about the birds and the bees. Nessa told him she'd handle it when they got home. As soon as Nessa and Morgan left, Tristan drove to Rory's dorm to wait for her. After ten minutes, Rory pulled up and walked into her dorm suite.
"Hey! I didn't know you'd be meeting me here!" she exclaimed when she saw him.
Instead of answering her, he wrapped his arms around her small waist and found her lips with his. Tristan nibbled at Rory's bottom lip, and she opened it for his invading tongue. Tristan loved the way she always tasted like coffee. Without breaking their kiss, Tristan started to unbutton her shirt. Dropping it to the floor, Rory started to pull his up and over his head. They broke apart as his shirt reached his neck, and they both gasped for a needed breath. Throwing his shirt on the couch, Rory wrapped her arms around his neck. They started moving towards her bedroom, but before they reached their destination the door opened.
"Oh my God!" Paris yelled and shielded her eyes and Greg whistled and applauded them.
Rory and Tristan broke apart. Tristan and Greg didn't see what the big deal was, but Rory was mortified, and quickly apologized to Paris and grabbed her shirt. Dragging Tristan into her bedroom, she knew this was a sign. Before they could have fun, they needed to talk. Paris shook her head at the two of them, and then pulled Greg into her room, closing the door behind them.
"Why are you so embarrassed? They just went into Paris' room to do more than what we were going to do."
Rory felt a little hurt when he said that. Sure they hadn't had sex, yet, but she didn't know how he felt about it. Tristan didn't think it was enough... that had to be it. Rory felt herself getting angry with Tristan after his comment. Here she got on birth control pills and was preparing to give him her virginity. Well he could forget it, now.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked him with anger clearly on her voice.
"Nothing, I'm sorry, that came out wrong," Tristan told her, realizing what it sounded like. "I just meant that it obviously didn't bother them, so why should it bother us."
"Well then how come you brought up the fact that they're having sex and we aren't? Huh?" she said as she continued to glare at him.
"I'm sorry, hon. Really, I am. It just... came out wrong." Tristan defended, weakly.
"Well, I'll have you know that I am ready to have sex. And I feel just as frustrated as you do every time we stop, so I got on the pill. I talked to my mom, and I got on the pill! And do you know why? Do you? It's because I wanted to have sex with YOU!"
Tristan was silent through Rory's outburst. He felt like scum. Sure he didn't mean for it to come out like that, but it was how he felt. Tristan thought he was the only one getting frustrated, but now Rory said that she wanted to have sex as much as he did. Full with remorse and completely turned on by Rory's revelation, Tristan took Rory in his arms and kissed her hungrily. Rory was caught by surprise, but soon melted into Tristan's embrace.
As Tristan removed her shirt once again, Rory knew what was probably going to happen. Tristan was going to tease her relentlessly, and then pleasure her. She was a little scared about trying to pleasure him, but she really wanted to try. It wasn't fair to Tristan, and even though he wasn't the sweetest guy a minute ago, she knew what the problem was. She was getting something, and he hadn't gotten a thing from her. As Tristan's hand moved under her skirt, Rory stopped him.
Tristan didn't know what she was doing, but he could see that she wanted to be in control. Rory took his shirt off and let it join hers on the floor. She wrapped her arms around his waist and moved her mouth from his lips to his neck. Rory heard Tristan suck in a breath of air and smirked against his skin. Now she knew how he must enjoy torturing her. Finally she was going to get her revenge.
She ran her fingers over his nipples, and tweaked them a little. He shuddered at the sensation, and she loved every minute of this. Sure she was nervous, but his reaction was making her feel more and more confident. Her hands ran down his abs and traced the muscles all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. Rory leaned forward and kissed him as she unbuttoned his pants. Tristan felt his arousal growing as Rory pulled his pants down and set to work on his boxers. He wanted to see Rory, though, even if he couldn't touch her.
Before she could pull his boxers down, Tristan captured her lips in a kiss and reached behind her to unhook her bra. She was confused at first, but then saw the desire in his eyes as he looked at her freed breasts. Rory rubbed her nipples against his chest, and he moaned when she pulled away. She was then able to slide his boxers down, and they fell to the floor. She felt her nervousness increasing as she saw his erection was freed. The only other time she had seen it was the one time in the hot tub, and she never got a chance to really see it. Now she watched as the veins running through it pulsated, making his need for her obvious. Pushing her fears aside, Rory moved her hands from his chest all the way down to his penis.
The first time she stroked his shaft, Tristan moaned in pleasure. She took this as an indication she was doing it right and did it again. Rory found her rhythm and soon, she heard him panting her name. She then tried squeezing it and he gasped. Rory did it again, and then rubbed her thumb over the tip. Tristan knew he was getting close to climaxing, but he wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. He couldn't believe Rory was doing this for him, and it took all of his self-restraint not to take her right there; he knew that wouldn't be right for her first time, though. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts and bliss, he didn't realize that Rory was on her knees.
After his response to her first time at a hand job, Rory decided to try oral sex. She heard a lot of girls talk about giving head, but she had never thought about it. Now, she wanted him to know how much she loved him and wanted to make up for every time he pleased her without getting anything in return. Tristan wanted to cry as she took him into her mouth. It was wet and when Rory applied pressure with her lips he wanted to explode. Soon, he knew he was going to come if she kept it up; attempting to get her to stop was futile and Rory moved her hand up to stroke him. That was all he could take, and Tristan orgasmed and Rory tasted all of him. It didn't taste as bad as she thought, and she actually kind of liked it. When he was empty, she stood up and faced him.
"Wow. Thank you," he whispered as he caught his breath.
"You're welcome. I just wanted to make up everything you've done to me."
"Yeah, but wow. I never thought you'd do... that!" he exclaimed in awe of his girlfriend.
Rory just smiled in response and he wrapped his arms around her. Before she knew it, he was kissing her and proving just how much he enjoyed his "treatment."
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Paris and Greg closed the door behind them and started to make out. Greg pushed her up against the door and unbuttoned her shirt. After each button, he kissed the newly exposed skin. Once he reached her bra, he saw that it snapped in the front. Grinning, he unsnapped it and quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons. Once her shirt was open, he pulled her bra away and took in the sight before him. Paris was breathing heavily and her nipples were beginning to harden with want for him. He didn't disappoint and took one nipple in his mouth and bit down lightly. He kneaded the other breast in his hand and tweaked her nipple. Paris soon found herself moaning his name.
While he continued his teasing, she loosened his pants and let them drop. He then moved closer towards her, making it impossible to pull his boxers down. Since she was stuck, she groped around until she found the hole and then pulled his penis out of it. He almost screamed when her hand started moving up and down his member and he couldn't think straight. Finally he got his wits about him and started working on her pants while his mouth stayed attached to her boob.
Once her pants and panties were around her ankles, Paris kicked them off and pulled Greg's boxers down and they were sent across the room as their mouths fused together once more. Smashing Paris against the door, Greg hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He entered her smoothly and she could feel every bit of him moving inside of her. Soon, she felt the familiar flicker of arousal start deep in her core.
Paris loved Greg with all her heart. She slept with Jamie when she went to Chilton, but she didn't love him near as much as she loved Greg. They fit well together, and they argued for hours about anything. Greg respected and admired her, and that was one of the things he she loved about him. All she wanted was him, and all she needed was his love.
Paris focused her attention back on how it felt to have Greg moving inside of her, but knew it wasn't enough. Moving her hips to a more favorable position, that flicker soon turned into a flame and she held on to him as he thrust inside of her. Finally, Paris felt herself getting lightheaded and she saw stars as pure nirvana spread over her entire body. Greg felt the same bliss, and together the lovers sank to the floor in a haze of happiness.
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Back in Rory's room, Tristan had Rory on the bed and was currently trying to remove her pants. He couldn't believe she had the guts to pleasure him in the same way he loved to pleasure her. Tristan had done it before, and he felt so lucky to be the one Rory let herself experiment with. He loved her so much, and he was never going to let her go. Laying her down on the bed, he pulled her pants down and threw them on the floor. Rory trembled in anticipation for what she knew was to come.
Rory felt Tristan lay on top of her, and he tenderly kissed her forehead. Her nose followed her forehead, and she closed her eyes and he took that opportunity to kiss her eyelid. She felt tingles running down her spine, and she sighed as he kissed the other one. To her delight, Tristan found her lips at last and pressed them together lightly. He nipped at her bottom lip, and when she opened her mouth he took the opportunity to enter it and caress every surface. Rory felt herself getting lost in his touch and couldn't believe how sensual this was. Usually their kisses were full of passion and need, but this time they were slow and each one told her how much Tristan loved her. She wished she could have this feeling last for the rest of her life.
Tristan kept kissing her, but he moved to her chin and jawbone. Trailing kisses down her neck, he stopped and lightly bit down while sucking. He pulled away and saw a purple bruise start to form. Luckily, her hair hid it, so she wouldn't have to wear turtlenecks. Rory felt feelings she had never felt stirring within her, and she wanted him inside of her so badly. Her thoughts stopped when he reached her breasts. He kissed every inch of them starting with the underside. Working his way around, he left her nipple unkissed and gave her left breast the same treatment. She moaned in protest, and he kissed her right nipple lightly and then her left.
Rory shuddered and then felt his hands move from her hair all the way down to her breasts. To her satisfaction he pinched both of her nubs making them hard. He tortured her, by going slowly and he wanted to make her feel everything. Tristan had been in love with Rory Gilmore since they were sixteen. Now, she truly loved him back and he wanted to show her how much he worshipped her. Moving his hands lower, he spread her legs apart and felt the damp cotton covering her most intimate area. Rubbing slowly, he felt Rory start to wiggle so his speed would increase. Tristan continued his slow circles until she was soaked, and her breath was in ragged gasps. At that point, Tristan slid her panties down and she was then completely naked in front of him.
That was a sight to behold. Tristan stopped what he was doing for a moment to admire her form, but Rory snapped him to attention by moaning over the loss of contact. He got his attention on the job at hand and he stroked her clit with his thumb. She bucked against his hand, and he placed his free hand on her abdomen to keep her from moving at that moment. Rory felt like she was going to die if he didn't hurry up. All she wanted was to experience the earth shattering orgasm she knew was coming. Tristan changed tactics then, and he removed his thumb from her clit and placed both hands on her hips. Then, to Rory's relief he stroked her with his tongue. She stopped breathing as he moved his tongue inside of her. Finally, as he reached the bundle of nerves, she gasped in a needed breath of air. Tristan increased his pace, and before Rory knew it her inner walls tightened and she screamed his name as she saw stars.
Before she finished her orgasm, Tristan moved onto the bed with her and held her as she shook. Slowly, her breathing got more even, and the blood returned to her head. She felt Tristan's strong arms around her and closed her eyes. Neither one fell asleep, but both were soothed by their love's heartbeat.
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Greg left the dorm room after several hours of talking with Paris and returned to his apartment to finish a paper. He didn't think he'd be able to concentrate, though, because that was the best sex he and Paris had ever had. It was hot and passionate, and just thinking about it made him start to feel aroused. He pushed all thoughts about Paris' naked body out of his mind, and focused on what he was going to write his paper on.
Paris was in the living room, and watched a very flushed Tristan and Rory leave the room. She was going to comment on it, but then realized she was probably just as flushed. Once Tristan was gone Rory turned to her, and her face was a deeper shade of red than it was before. Paris decided to save Rory the embarrassment of what she must have been feeling after getting caught being undressed by Tristan.
"So, I guess that was the theme for today," she joked.
Rory laughed, "I guess, so. And what a good theme it was."
A/N: Okay, my big sister is coming home, and I'll be spending a couple of days at her new apartment so I won't have much time to write. I hope you liked this chapter. I put a lot of smut in it, I know! The next chapter probably won't have as much. I like to break it up a little. lol! PLEEZ REVIEW!!!!!
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Y'all are sweethearts! Apparently everyone has exciting lives, because there haven't been many updates today; I am bored to tears! There is nothing to do in lil ole Texas! El grr!!! So, I hope you like the product of my boredom.
Rating: NC-17... you have been warned!
Chapter 9: Theme of the Day
The weekend passed quickly, and it was time for Rory to return to Yale. She had already gotten on birth control pills, and she was telling her mother goodbye. They hugged one last time and Rory got into her car and drove towards New Haven. Her nerves were up because she knew she had to tell Tristan what she did. Rory was just glad her mother didn't want to kill him, or prevent them from having sex... permanently.
Tristan gave Morgan back to Nessa, and told her Morgan's question. Nessa couldn't stop laughing about how Tristan handled it. She soon stopped laughing when he told her how Rory found out about the birds and the bees. Nessa told him she'd handle it when they got home. As soon as Nessa and Morgan left, Tristan drove to Rory's dorm to wait for her. After ten minutes, Rory pulled up and walked into her dorm suite.
"Hey! I didn't know you'd be meeting me here!" she exclaimed when she saw him.
Instead of answering her, he wrapped his arms around her small waist and found her lips with his. Tristan nibbled at Rory's bottom lip, and she opened it for his invading tongue. Tristan loved the way she always tasted like coffee. Without breaking their kiss, Tristan started to unbutton her shirt. Dropping it to the floor, Rory started to pull his up and over his head. They broke apart as his shirt reached his neck, and they both gasped for a needed breath. Throwing his shirt on the couch, Rory wrapped her arms around his neck. They started moving towards her bedroom, but before they reached their destination the door opened.
"Oh my God!" Paris yelled and shielded her eyes and Greg whistled and applauded them.
Rory and Tristan broke apart. Tristan and Greg didn't see what the big deal was, but Rory was mortified, and quickly apologized to Paris and grabbed her shirt. Dragging Tristan into her bedroom, she knew this was a sign. Before they could have fun, they needed to talk. Paris shook her head at the two of them, and then pulled Greg into her room, closing the door behind them.
"Why are you so embarrassed? They just went into Paris' room to do more than what we were going to do."
Rory felt a little hurt when he said that. Sure they hadn't had sex, yet, but she didn't know how he felt about it. Tristan didn't think it was enough... that had to be it. Rory felt herself getting angry with Tristan after his comment. Here she got on birth control pills and was preparing to give him her virginity. Well he could forget it, now.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked him with anger clearly on her voice.
"Nothing, I'm sorry, that came out wrong," Tristan told her, realizing what it sounded like. "I just meant that it obviously didn't bother them, so why should it bother us."
"Well then how come you brought up the fact that they're having sex and we aren't? Huh?" she said as she continued to glare at him.
"I'm sorry, hon. Really, I am. It just... came out wrong." Tristan defended, weakly.
"Well, I'll have you know that I am ready to have sex. And I feel just as frustrated as you do every time we stop, so I got on the pill. I talked to my mom, and I got on the pill! And do you know why? Do you? It's because I wanted to have sex with YOU!"
Tristan was silent through Rory's outburst. He felt like scum. Sure he didn't mean for it to come out like that, but it was how he felt. Tristan thought he was the only one getting frustrated, but now Rory said that she wanted to have sex as much as he did. Full with remorse and completely turned on by Rory's revelation, Tristan took Rory in his arms and kissed her hungrily. Rory was caught by surprise, but soon melted into Tristan's embrace.
As Tristan removed her shirt once again, Rory knew what was probably going to happen. Tristan was going to tease her relentlessly, and then pleasure her. She was a little scared about trying to pleasure him, but she really wanted to try. It wasn't fair to Tristan, and even though he wasn't the sweetest guy a minute ago, she knew what the problem was. She was getting something, and he hadn't gotten a thing from her. As Tristan's hand moved under her skirt, Rory stopped him.
Tristan didn't know what she was doing, but he could see that she wanted to be in control. Rory took his shirt off and let it join hers on the floor. She wrapped her arms around his waist and moved her mouth from his lips to his neck. Rory heard Tristan suck in a breath of air and smirked against his skin. Now she knew how he must enjoy torturing her. Finally she was going to get her revenge.
She ran her fingers over his nipples, and tweaked them a little. He shuddered at the sensation, and she loved every minute of this. Sure she was nervous, but his reaction was making her feel more and more confident. Her hands ran down his abs and traced the muscles all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. Rory leaned forward and kissed him as she unbuttoned his pants. Tristan felt his arousal growing as Rory pulled his pants down and set to work on his boxers. He wanted to see Rory, though, even if he couldn't touch her.
Before she could pull his boxers down, Tristan captured her lips in a kiss and reached behind her to unhook her bra. She was confused at first, but then saw the desire in his eyes as he looked at her freed breasts. Rory rubbed her nipples against his chest, and he moaned when she pulled away. She was then able to slide his boxers down, and they fell to the floor. She felt her nervousness increasing as she saw his erection was freed. The only other time she had seen it was the one time in the hot tub, and she never got a chance to really see it. Now she watched as the veins running through it pulsated, making his need for her obvious. Pushing her fears aside, Rory moved her hands from his chest all the way down to his penis.
The first time she stroked his shaft, Tristan moaned in pleasure. She took this as an indication she was doing it right and did it again. Rory found her rhythm and soon, she heard him panting her name. She then tried squeezing it and he gasped. Rory did it again, and then rubbed her thumb over the tip. Tristan knew he was getting close to climaxing, but he wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. He couldn't believe Rory was doing this for him, and it took all of his self-restraint not to take her right there; he knew that wouldn't be right for her first time, though. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts and bliss, he didn't realize that Rory was on her knees.
After his response to her first time at a hand job, Rory decided to try oral sex. She heard a lot of girls talk about giving head, but she had never thought about it. Now, she wanted him to know how much she loved him and wanted to make up for every time he pleased her without getting anything in return. Tristan wanted to cry as she took him into her mouth. It was wet and when Rory applied pressure with her lips he wanted to explode. Soon, he knew he was going to come if she kept it up; attempting to get her to stop was futile and Rory moved her hand up to stroke him. That was all he could take, and Tristan orgasmed and Rory tasted all of him. It didn't taste as bad as she thought, and she actually kind of liked it. When he was empty, she stood up and faced him.
"Wow. Thank you," he whispered as he caught his breath.
"You're welcome. I just wanted to make up everything you've done to me."
"Yeah, but wow. I never thought you'd do... that!" he exclaimed in awe of his girlfriend.
Rory just smiled in response and he wrapped his arms around her. Before she knew it, he was kissing her and proving just how much he enjoyed his "treatment."
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Paris and Greg closed the door behind them and started to make out. Greg pushed her up against the door and unbuttoned her shirt. After each button, he kissed the newly exposed skin. Once he reached her bra, he saw that it snapped in the front. Grinning, he unsnapped it and quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons. Once her shirt was open, he pulled her bra away and took in the sight before him. Paris was breathing heavily and her nipples were beginning to harden with want for him. He didn't disappoint and took one nipple in his mouth and bit down lightly. He kneaded the other breast in his hand and tweaked her nipple. Paris soon found herself moaning his name.
While he continued his teasing, she loosened his pants and let them drop. He then moved closer towards her, making it impossible to pull his boxers down. Since she was stuck, she groped around until she found the hole and then pulled his penis out of it. He almost screamed when her hand started moving up and down his member and he couldn't think straight. Finally he got his wits about him and started working on her pants while his mouth stayed attached to her boob.
Once her pants and panties were around her ankles, Paris kicked them off and pulled Greg's boxers down and they were sent across the room as their mouths fused together once more. Smashing Paris against the door, Greg hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He entered her smoothly and she could feel every bit of him moving inside of her. Soon, she felt the familiar flicker of arousal start deep in her core.
Paris loved Greg with all her heart. She slept with Jamie when she went to Chilton, but she didn't love him near as much as she loved Greg. They fit well together, and they argued for hours about anything. Greg respected and admired her, and that was one of the things he she loved about him. All she wanted was him, and all she needed was his love.
Paris focused her attention back on how it felt to have Greg moving inside of her, but knew it wasn't enough. Moving her hips to a more favorable position, that flicker soon turned into a flame and she held on to him as he thrust inside of her. Finally, Paris felt herself getting lightheaded and she saw stars as pure nirvana spread over her entire body. Greg felt the same bliss, and together the lovers sank to the floor in a haze of happiness.
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Back in Rory's room, Tristan had Rory on the bed and was currently trying to remove her pants. He couldn't believe she had the guts to pleasure him in the same way he loved to pleasure her. Tristan had done it before, and he felt so lucky to be the one Rory let herself experiment with. He loved her so much, and he was never going to let her go. Laying her down on the bed, he pulled her pants down and threw them on the floor. Rory trembled in anticipation for what she knew was to come.
Rory felt Tristan lay on top of her, and he tenderly kissed her forehead. Her nose followed her forehead, and she closed her eyes and he took that opportunity to kiss her eyelid. She felt tingles running down her spine, and she sighed as he kissed the other one. To her delight, Tristan found her lips at last and pressed them together lightly. He nipped at her bottom lip, and when she opened her mouth he took the opportunity to enter it and caress every surface. Rory felt herself getting lost in his touch and couldn't believe how sensual this was. Usually their kisses were full of passion and need, but this time they were slow and each one told her how much Tristan loved her. She wished she could have this feeling last for the rest of her life.
Tristan kept kissing her, but he moved to her chin and jawbone. Trailing kisses down her neck, he stopped and lightly bit down while sucking. He pulled away and saw a purple bruise start to form. Luckily, her hair hid it, so she wouldn't have to wear turtlenecks. Rory felt feelings she had never felt stirring within her, and she wanted him inside of her so badly. Her thoughts stopped when he reached her breasts. He kissed every inch of them starting with the underside. Working his way around, he left her nipple unkissed and gave her left breast the same treatment. She moaned in protest, and he kissed her right nipple lightly and then her left.
Rory shuddered and then felt his hands move from her hair all the way down to her breasts. To her satisfaction he pinched both of her nubs making them hard. He tortured her, by going slowly and he wanted to make her feel everything. Tristan had been in love with Rory Gilmore since they were sixteen. Now, she truly loved him back and he wanted to show her how much he worshipped her. Moving his hands lower, he spread her legs apart and felt the damp cotton covering her most intimate area. Rubbing slowly, he felt Rory start to wiggle so his speed would increase. Tristan continued his slow circles until she was soaked, and her breath was in ragged gasps. At that point, Tristan slid her panties down and she was then completely naked in front of him.
That was a sight to behold. Tristan stopped what he was doing for a moment to admire her form, but Rory snapped him to attention by moaning over the loss of contact. He got his attention on the job at hand and he stroked her clit with his thumb. She bucked against his hand, and he placed his free hand on her abdomen to keep her from moving at that moment. Rory felt like she was going to die if he didn't hurry up. All she wanted was to experience the earth shattering orgasm she knew was coming. Tristan changed tactics then, and he removed his thumb from her clit and placed both hands on her hips. Then, to Rory's relief he stroked her with his tongue. She stopped breathing as he moved his tongue inside of her. Finally, as he reached the bundle of nerves, she gasped in a needed breath of air. Tristan increased his pace, and before Rory knew it her inner walls tightened and she screamed his name as she saw stars.
Before she finished her orgasm, Tristan moved onto the bed with her and held her as she shook. Slowly, her breathing got more even, and the blood returned to her head. She felt Tristan's strong arms around her and closed her eyes. Neither one fell asleep, but both were soothed by their love's heartbeat.
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Greg left the dorm room after several hours of talking with Paris and returned to his apartment to finish a paper. He didn't think he'd be able to concentrate, though, because that was the best sex he and Paris had ever had. It was hot and passionate, and just thinking about it made him start to feel aroused. He pushed all thoughts about Paris' naked body out of his mind, and focused on what he was going to write his paper on.
Paris was in the living room, and watched a very flushed Tristan and Rory leave the room. She was going to comment on it, but then realized she was probably just as flushed. Once Tristan was gone Rory turned to her, and her face was a deeper shade of red than it was before. Paris decided to save Rory the embarrassment of what she must have been feeling after getting caught being undressed by Tristan.
"So, I guess that was the theme for today," she joked.
Rory laughed, "I guess, so. And what a good theme it was."
A/N: Okay, my big sister is coming home, and I'll be spending a couple of days at her new apartment so I won't have much time to write. I hope you liked this chapter. I put a lot of smut in it, I know! The next chapter probably won't have as much. I like to break it up a little. lol! PLEEZ REVIEW!!!!!