Title: Opposing Forces

Author: Silver Blood

Summary: "You underestimate me. I won't give up until I've had you. And as I've said before: I will have you, Rory. Because you want me too." Darkish Trory.

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Chapter Two: Meet me at the Backdoor

"I'm outside. Come let me in."

Rory's eyes fluttered, adjusting to the small amount of light filtering through her curtains.

"What are you talking about?"

Her mind still fuzzy, she looked at the numbers on the momentarily hated object known as her cell phone, trying to figure out which ones represented the time. Its annoying ringing had woken her up.

"Look out your window, Mary."

Climbing unsteadily out of bed, Rory squinted and pulled aside her curtain. In the driveway sat a black Mustang. Realization settled over the brunette and she nearly panicked.

"What are you doing here? How did you even know where 'here' is?"

She watched as the car door opened and Tristan stepped out, closing the door quietly behind him.

"Let me in, Mar."

She watched him through the blinds, contemplating the option of hanging up and going back to sleep.

"Go home, Tris."

"I don't think I will. I drove a long way to see you, you know. You're being kind of rude."

"Are you brain damaged or something?"

"Quite possibly. You know, I could ring the doorbell and see if your mom doesn't mind letting me in."

Rory closed her eyes and sighed.

"Go around to the back. But you're not coming in."

He was waiting for her just outside the door. Her eyes narrowed as she closed the door quietly behind herself.

"How did you get my cell phone number?"

Tristan shrugged, his hands in his pockets.

"C'mon Mary, invite me in. It's the polite thing to do."

"You are going to lecture me on manners? Seriously Tristan, go home. I don't feel like dealing with you tonight."

She couldn't help but notice the concern that crossed his face momentarily.

"Why? What's wrong?"

She shook her head, looking at her toes.

"I'm fine. Drop it."

For a moment she thought he'd press her, but when he didn't she sighed with relief.

Rory crossed her arms over her chest, effectively pushing her breasts up and together, expanding their rise above the neckline of her thin tank top. Tristan didn't bother to hide his stare, licking his lips slowly.

"Nice pajamas."

He advanced towards her.

Glancing down, she felt her cheeks flush and brought her hands to her shoulders, her crossed arms now blocking his view.

"Is there some reason you're here?"

He didn't answer but took a step towards her. Her eyes were bright but still a little weary. For some reason, she was nervous, and his gaze just made her more so.

"If you don't have anything to say, I'm going back to bed."

Tristan shrugged, but as she turned to leave, he took her arm and pulled her against his chest.

"I just wanted to see you. Maybe discuss what we were talking about earlier."

She sent him a disgusted look and pushed away, but his arms didn't release her.

"Tristan, let go!"

A chuckle rose from deep in his chest as he dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her. Even after he stopped, she tried to escape, which wasn't to her benefit.

"Stop squirming, babe. You're just making me harder."

Rory froze instantly, regretting her earlier movements when he pressed forward, as if to verify. Panic started again in her stomach, flowing now through her veins, mixing with arousal.

Each of his hands found a place on her back, one holding her against him and one running up and down her spine.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't try it again. I'm stronger."

She hadn't actually been thinking about kneeing him, but he didn't have to know that. His grip was tight enough that she couldn't have found enough leverage anyway.

When his lips found her neck once again, she shook. A shudder went all the way through her toes, causing Tristan to grin and nip at her collar bone. She whimpered, he wasn't sure whether in pain or pleasure. Neither was she.

"Tristan, please, stop."

But she'd stopped resisting. He pulled back until his lips were barely touching her skin.

"Why'd you open your door, Rory? You knew what would happen. I haven't exactly been hiding what I want from you."

His eyelashes fluttered against her jaw.

She felt herself sink towards him, melting against his chest, but he didn't stop.

"You know I want you. You feel it too. Stop fighting it, baby. It could be good for us both."

His words were smooth, seductive enough to have her considering his proposition.

Rory had seen so many girls swoon over how 'charming' Tristan was. She'd heard plenty of locker-room talk about his talents in the bedroom, enough to make her want it just as much as he claimed.

But if they went inside, she knew what would happen, where it would lead. And she wasn't ready for that, especially not with Tristan. She would only end up hurt, and probably the subject of gossip for the next six months.

"I hate you. I don't feel anything else."

A moment later, Rory was free. His arms had come from around her back to his own sides, and he'd backed up a few steps.

His eyes were blank.

"You're a fucking tease, Mary. The only person you hate is yourself, because no matter what I do, you know you'll still want me to touch you."

He backed away, leaving Rory openmouthed and staring. When she was unable to respond, he chucked and turned around, heading for his car.

"See ya tomorrow, babe."