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Rating: NC-17... You've been warned!!!

Chapter 14: Mirror Morning

Sunlight streamed through the hotel window and shone across Rory's face as she slept. As time ticked by, the sun became brighter warmer as the rays danced on her face, and soon they stirred her from her peaceful slumber. Her big blue eyes opened, but soon squinted due to the bright light. Moaning, she covered her eyes with her arm and shifted. That's when she felt his chest against her back. A smile spread across her face as she remembered every detail about the night before. Almost as if he could read her mind, Tristan's arm held her tighter against him.

Rory placed her hand on his arm and felt his strong muscles that just hours ago were holding her so tenderly. She wriggled again, and this time it was enough to wake Tristan up as well. He sighed and looked through partially cracked eyelids. In front of him, he saw a very naked woman and he smirked when he remembered what had occurred with the love of his life.

"Morning Sunshine," he whispered, hoarsely.

"Good morning," Rory returned as she turned around to face Tristan.

Their eyes met, and both of them burst into nervous laughter. Rory's hair was a mess, as was Tristan's, but both of them were glowing. For some reason, they didn't know what to say to each other, though. Rory felt closer to Tristan than she had ever felt to any guy she had ever dated. Sure she had been in love before, but now that they had had sex everything seemed so much better. She felt a connection with Tristan that she never wanted to be severed. Rory wanted him to hold her and never let her go. It was breaking her heart to be this close to him, but feel far away. She knew she was overreacting, but she wanted him to touch her.

Tristan watched his love's smile fade from her face, and her bottom lip protruded in a small pout. He wanted to take her right then, but he thought it would be too soon for her. For some reason he couldn't seem to talk to her like before. It wasn't so much awkward as just different. Fear ran through Tristan when he realized that Rory's smile was no longer on her face. He felt a sickening feeling that maybe she regretted the night before. That was the thing he was most afraid of. She regretted having sex with him, and now she wouldn't want to see him anymore. Finally, he decided to ask her what was wrong.

"Rory, are you okay?" he asked her while putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, and tried to smile.

Tristan watched, and noticed the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. That almost broke his heart. She regretted it all. Rory was his world, and he felt her slipping away from him. If she wanted space, he'd give her some space. He pulled away from her completely, and stood up beside the bed. Rory's breath caught when she looked at the completely naked Tristan Dugrey and she fought the urge to lunge at him. Then, she saw him searching for his clothes.

"What are you doing?" she asked him, completely hurt.

She was terrified that she had done something wrong the night before. Maybe she wasn't any good in bed. Now, he was going to leave her without giving her another chance. She felt tears threatening to fall down her face.

"Well, you're obviously not happy, so I'm leaving," he said with an equal amount of hurt in his voice.

"What? I am happy," Rory said, completely confused.

Tristan's breath hitched, because as she said that, she sat up in bed, and the sheet fell exposing her bare breasts. Then, her words hit him. If she was happy, then why wasn't she smiling. It didn't make sense, but he knew that if Rory were really freaking out she wouldn't be sitting, completely naked, in front of him. She would be running away, crying. Tristan almost smiled in spite of himself at the memory of their first kiss.

"Then, why weren't you smiling. You looked... disappointed."

She smiled, then. A real smile and climbed out of bed. Slowly she walked towards where Tristan was standing with his boxers still in his hand. Pressing her body against his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. This kiss was demanding and full of passion. It left no room to debate what she wanted.

"I just wanted you to touch me," she whispered.

Tristan took the initiative then, and kissed her. He ran his tongue over her lips and she opened them, greedily accepting his tongue to use as her own personal sucking candy. When she bit down on it lightly, he thought he might die. Here, Rory Gilmore was naked in front of him in broad daylight. As he snaked an arm around her waist, he couldn't resist grabbing her ass for a moment. He was rewarded with a shocked squeak and he smirked against Rory's lips. Then, Tristan started moving backwards, taking her with him into the bathroom. Once they were in front of the mirror, Tristan pulled away from Rory. He watched her eyebrows scrunch together in puzzlement and smiled as he looked at her naked form. He moved behind her and turned her towards the mirror.

"Watch, Rory," he told her in a seductive whisper.

She looked into the mirror and saw her breasts with puckered nipples on the ends just aching for Tristan's hands to touch them. Her eyes scanned down to her flat creamy stomach, where Tristan's bronze arm was wrapped around her, keeping her facing the mirror. The contrast of their skin tones was delicious, and Rory squirmed a little as she felt the familiar heat deep in her core. And that's where her eyes went to next. The place that disappeared between her legs, and could drive her crazy with just the simplest touch.

Her eyes were so busy scanning down her naked body, that she didn't see Tristan's other hand move to her breast. Rory certainly felt it, though, and her eyes snapped up to watch his ministrations on her tits. Her eyes became glued to the mirror as she felt him teasing and torturing her swollen nipple. She fidgeted as she felt a warm wetness coating the insides of her thighs.

Tristan watched Rory as his fingers plucked and rolled across her tit. Her eyes were wide and filled with lust. Her mouth hung open, and her breathing was labored which caused her breasts heave. This was like the best porno, ever, in Tristan's opinion. Here, he could watch Rory's face as he drove her insane. Speaking of which, he moved his other hand from around her waist upward to tease her other nipple at the same time. When he pinched the other one for the first time, he heard Rory moan at the feeling. That sensation made her eyes snap away from the mirror and she rolled her head back while leaning most of her weight on Tristan.

"Oh... Tristan," she gasped, as his strong hands roughly caressed her nipples.

"Does that feel good, Rory?" he asked her in a low voice.

"How about this?"

She wriggled against him, and every time she did her ass brushed against his arousal. He swallowed a groan as she rubbed him a fifth time, and knew he couldn't take this anymore. He pulled his hands away, much to Rory's displeasure and turned her around to face him. Tristan pulled Rory's mouth towards his and they met in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. The passion was getting to be so much, and Tristan could feel his control wavering. While they kissed, one of Tristan's hands traveled to that special spot between her legs. He could feel her juices dripping down her legs, and was reassured that she was as ready as he was. Pushing her backwards, he lifted her onto the vanity and gasped for air as he began to position her hips to accept him. Rory was getting antsy, and she couldn't figure out what Tristan was waiting for. That's when she felt his hand rubbing against her clit.

"You're so wet!" he exclaimed. "I just want to taste you."

The next thing she knew, Tristan was moving down her body making sure to rub her tits while doing so. Finally, he got to his destination, and urged her legs apart. Then, he motioned to the mirror, letting her know that he wanted her to watch. She did watch, and she saw his pink tongue disappear into her folds. Rory felt his hot wet tongue slip around inside of her. It rubbed against that little spot that had been aching to be touched. He slurped her juices up in broad strokes.

"Ooooh,"

Rory said as his tongue did deliciously wicked things to her. She was mesmerized by the look on her face, and by how much Tristan seemed to be enjoying himself. Her head tipped back, giving Tristan a wonderful view of her breasts. That was when he felt her inner muscles begin to clamp around his tongue. He pulled out of her, though, and she moaned in displeasure. Slowly, he slid up her body until they were eye to eye. Then, much to Rory's delight, he grabbed her legs roughly and put one over his shoulder. The other one was placed around his waist an d he plunged into her slippery wetness.

"Oh, Rory. You feel so good around me."

Rory loved the feeling of him inside of her, and she followed the pace he set for them. This time didn't hurt at all, and it was pure bliss. She felt his hardness stroking her inner walls and with each thrust she felt herself wanting more. Rory tightened the leg that was around his waist in order for him to be deeper inside of her, but it still wasn't enough to give her what she craved. Tristan was purposely going at a pace to make her climb closer and closer to ecstasy, but it wasn't fast or hard enough to drive her over the edge. In the meantime, Rory's pants and moans were getting louder.

"Oh, Tristan please!" she screamed, but he refused to obey her pleas.

Instead, he began kissing her neck and breasts marking different areas so she wouldn't forget this morning any time soon. Rory had enough, and her poor exhausted body needed release, but he wasn't giving it to her. Instead, he was fucking her brains out while she watched wide-eyed in the mirror. She had never actually seen sex. In the movies they covered it up, but in this she could see her pussy tight around his shaft and it drove her crazy. Every time he pulled out of her, she saw his huge member and wished it would send her into the pool that was awaiting her. That ultimate feeling of nirvana.

Finally, he knew she was at her limit and stopped for a second. He pulled out of her, leaving Rory trembling and ready for him. Instead of pleasing her like that, he sat her up and pushed her against the mirror, so she was sitting up and facing him. Wrapping her legs around his waist he dove back in. This new position focused more attention on her clit with every thrust and soon Rory found herself rising towards the ever anticipated orgasm he had been withholding. He held her by the hips and slammed into her again and again until the earth shattered around her. She violently shook as her muscles clamped around him and milked him. Tristan held Rory close to him and let her breathing return to normal before disconnecting them.

Rory felt dizzy with desire and want for him. He was like a drug that she wanted more than anything, and nothing was going to keep her away from it. She watched him like a leopard would watch her prey as he walked into the bedroom. Rory jumped off the marble counter, and felt her legs shaking slightly from aftershocks. She followed him into the room. Leaping towards him, again, she savagely attacked his mouth with her own and it knocked them both to the floor. Tristan could barely get over his shock of her actions before he tried to flip her over on her back. She stopped him before he could, though.

"Can I be on top?" she asked him.

His mouth dropped open, and she took that as a yes as she straddled him. Rory was still wet from his earlier attentions to her, and used her hand to guide him inside of her. He looked up at the goddess before him and watched as she began to rock from side to side. Swiveling her hips, she slowly drove him mad, and he watched her find her own rhythm.

"Raise up, Rory," he choked out.

When she did so, he rose up with her and grabbed her hips, urging them to grind into him. She gasped at the sensation and did it again. With her on top, she could maneuver any way she wanted to search for her own release. It was driving Tristan crazy, though, and she knew he liked to be in control. Well, that was too bad for him, she thought as she slammed down on him. She began to bounce a little, which made short even strokes that Tristan met. She felt his hands move from her hips to her breasts, and she started to move faster in order to pleasure both of them. Tristan could feel his climax approaching quickly, but Rory wasn't quite there. .

She screamed and shook over Tristan and fell limply onto his chest. As she listened to his heart beat, she let her own slow down to match his. Sweat glistened all over her body and she felt his hands resting on her ass. Tristan could not believe that Rory Gilmore was so willing to try new things this soon. Then again, she could be impulsive... when she was forced to be. Tristan laughed to himself. Who was he kidding, Rory Gilmore was a planner and she didn't have a spontaneous bone in her body. Yet, here she was laying on top of him after they just fucked each other. Life didn't get any better than this.

A/N: Yay! I finished the chapter! I hope you enjoyed it, I decided to put some more trory smut in it just because of the wonderful reviews I got in the last chapter. There will be some more plot in chapters to come, but I felt that everyone deserved some good old fashioned smut!!!!!!!!! Pleez review!!!!!!!!!!