Shipmates
Chapter 8
Disclaimer: Well, this one time, I owned this show…nah, I can't even get it out. There not mine. I just enjoy playing with them.
Pairing: Rory/Paris
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Chapter 8 – Shore Leave
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The days flew by, without much interaction between the pair and Mary.
Paris and Rory spent most of their time in their room, with the occasional outing with Jenna.
The ship was docking in North Carolina for the second time, and Rory, Paris and Jenna had plans to meet Dean.
The three left the ship, talking and laughing as they walked.
"Well what's going on here?" The red head asked, standing next to Dean. Rory was less than impressed, but Paris glared straight at the other girl with blatant hatred in her eyes. Dean seemed much more interested in Jenna to concern himself with his companion.
"Hi, I'm Dean." He said stepping forward with a smile.
"Jenna," she responded, not at all displeased with the tall good looking guy in front of her. As they shook hands, Rory sent out a silent plea that they would hit it off. Paris was completely focused on the fifth wheel.
"You're not wanted here."
"It's going to be difficult to avoid me forever."
"I won't have to worry about forever. Just another day."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." She shot back.
"Unless we shipwreck, we will be off this damn deathtrap tomorrow."
"I know." She turned on her heel, calling back to them as she walked back to the ship. "I'll see you later, cutie." None of them knew exactly who she was referring to, not that it really mattered to them. Rory and Paris led the way, holding hands, as Dean and Jenna chatted amicably behind them.
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"They certainly are getting along," Paris whispered in Rory's ear as they left the small café where they had lunch. Indeed it seemed that Dean and Jenna hadn't stopped talking and laughing since they met a couple of hours before.
The sun was setting when they made it back to the ship. Rory was ready to collapse, and Paris had her arm around her.
"Okay," the blonde said. "I think Rory here needs some sleep. We're gonna head back." They said their quick goodbyes as the two girls headed back to the Enigma.
Dean looked to Jenna. "I had a really great time today."
"Me too," she said quietly, looking at him intently.
They stared at each other for an uncomfortable few minutes, before Dean spoke again.
"What time does the ship head out again?"
"Umm, I think we have to be on board for nine."
"Well, its only seven, do you wanna hang out some more?"
"I'd like that," she admitted quietly. He held out his hand and she took it shyly.
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Meanwhile, Rory and Paris were just getting back to their room. Paris opened the door, but before she could get inside, Rory was kissing her.
As the she pulled Paris into the room, Paris shut the door, and locked it.
"I would rather have Mary stay out of here this time." She explained, quickly returning to the other girl, and picking up right where they had left off. Rory pulled her down on to the bed, never breaking the contact between them. Paris kept kissing her, only pausing to gasp out, "I thought you were tired," as Rory gently kissed her neck.
"How else would we have gotten away from those two?" she asked, in between kissing the blonde.
"Crafty." Paris said, impressed. She rolled them onto their sides, reaching a hand up to gently stroke the other girl's cheek. "How did I get so lucky?"
For once, Rory was speechless. After a few moments, she took Paris' hand in her own and gently kissed her lips. The two kissed gently, the love between them clearly evident. Knowing that Paris wouldn't, Rory deepened the kiss.
Paris pulled the other girl on top of her, slowly running her hands across Rory's back, loving the soft moans that issued from her sensuous mouth. Rory was surprised by the other girl's boldness, but it was not unwelcome in the least. She used her new position to maneuver one of her hands under the silky material of Paris' blouse.
Feeling Rory's hand, she was slightly startled, but tried not to show it as
Rory gently caressed the soft skin there. Not to be out done, Paris reached a shaking hand to the base of Rory's light cotton t-shirt. She fumbled a little as she tried to move underneath it. Rory noticed and pulled back slightly.
"Its okay hun, here, let me help you." She sat up and pulled the shirt off, revealing a white tank top that didn't quite reach her jeans, leaving a patch of exposed skin that Paris' eyes were drawn to immediately. At Paris' sharp intake of breath, she suddenly worried about her bold actions. "Is this okay Paris? I didn't mean to, I mean if you weren't, didn't want-" Paris cut her off by pulling her back down, and kissing her soundly, gently stroking the delectable skin of Rory's small waist.
Rory moaned again, lost in the feeling of Paris touching her. The two continued their light touching, although by silent mutual agreement, their hands never once strayed anywhere inappropriate. By the time they finally separated, it was late into the night, and a knock came on the door.
"Miss Gellar, Miss Gilmore? Are you there?"
Paris got up and fixed her shirt in the mirror quickly before crossing to the door and opening it slowly. Headmaster Charleston stood on the other side. Rory quickly sat up, and brushed down her unruly hair.
He glanced at them both, before speaking. "I just came by to inform you that there will be a dance tomorrow night, a sort of going away gathering for everyone. I just want to make sure that you two were aware that as Chilton's elite, I expect you to be there."
Paris glanced at Rory. Rory looked back and shrugged. "Thank you for letting us know, Headmaster Chilton."
"You're welcome. Enjoy your night now ladies." He turned and walked out, and Paris shut the door behind him.
"A dance?" she spat out.
Rory shrugged again. "It won't be that bad."
"Well it will be if they expect me to dance with anyone except you."
Rory smiled at her. "Well then, would you like to be my date?"
Paris looked at her. "Do you mean it? 'Cause people will be there, and be watching, not to mention Headmaster Charleston, and all the students and-"
Rory cut her off mid-rant with a smoldering kiss. "Paris, there is nothing I would like more than to take you to this dance as my date."
Paris was silent a few moments, still basking in the afterglow of the kiss she shared with Rory. "Okay then. I say yes."
"Good." Rory said, leaning in again to kiss Paris.
Paris kissed her back, but in her head, she was secretly nervous about the upcoming day. Chilton and schools like it had never been known for their acceptance of alternative lifestyles. She was worried about her parents, about her school and about society. Because like it or not, she had to deal with any repercussions of the night for the rest of her life. But she would never shy away from something that Rory wanted, no matter what. 'I guess I'll just have to deal with whatever comes of it,' she thought grimly, wrapping her arms around Rory.
Authors Note: ok, thought this was gonna be the last chapter, but I guess not… never fail, there will still be a sequel…. And sorry about the time it took to get it out. College is crazy with the work they make you do… damn schooling…
