Just because it feels good (chapter 3)

GG-fic, Tristan/Lorelai, a little Jess/Rory
title from Skunk Anansie-song Hedonism
challenge by Nina/Anna
dedicated to twinnie Suus, for sending me inspiration
include: mr medina's desk/the stairs in the dragonfly
props/weapon of choice: stilletto's
not include: leather/chocolate bodypaint/kitchenstuff
disclaimer: characters are not mine at all.

A/N Finally! I hope there are still people who remember this. Chapter three was supposed to be the last one, but get this, the story continues after this one! This is unbeta-ed. Let me know what you think so I feel compelled to write faster. (I will, I promise)

3. Compare and contrast

His smiling face came out of the shadows of the dark classroom. His bedroom eyes were directed straight at her, not leaving her out of his sight. For one moment she thought he meant what he said, that he really wanted her to seduce him with her feet. Wait, with her feet?

"So is this your way of telling you have a foot fetish? Because I have no problem with not knowing that stuff about you. We just met and now you're telling your sex secrets?" She smirked at him, letting him know she was teasing him. He cocked his head at her.

"Shoot, and here I was thinking that you came here on purpose, like we have some kind of connection. Ah well." He had made his way over to the teachers desk and went to sit in front of her. No good is going to come from this. Lorelai was trying to convince herself to put a stop to it. 'I'm definitely flirting with this too young guy.' But she didn't tell him not to sit so close to her. She also didn't excuse herself to do 'something'. She just sat there, her throbbing feet forgotten.

"What were you doing creeping around in the dark, Angel? Because although the rich people are kind of scary, as far as I know, they're no threat to Buffy. And what happened to the sexy black coat to go with the brooding expression?" Just as the words were out of her mouth, she was cursing herself. She was doing it again. The flirting thing. Oops. Maybe she should go and get some coffee, 'cause she probably was losing some of her sober conscious. Or maybe just her mind.

Tristan just sat there, looking at her. His blondish hair was tussled like he just put his hands through it. He was towering above her, even though he was sitting. To conclude, he looked devilishly good. She couldn't deny the attraction between the two of them. And if mrs Robinson could pull it off, why couldn't she?

Maybe someone would write a book about them later. Jess could. She immediately knew a title. The amazing story of the young lad and the sophisticated older woman. They loved each other 'till they were old and wrinkly. Well, that wouldn't fit on the cover. She glanced in Tristan's direction. Her fuzzy brain didn't see danger in some light hearted flirting with a cute guy, so she decided to put the guilt aside and enjoy the banter.

Tristan pulled her out her world of thoughts: "You think I'm brooding? I'm stung by your words! I always thought I was bright and sunny, like a puppy everybody smiles at." His look challenged her to come with a witty retort, but she was beyond fast thinking right now. Time to find out why he was sitting here, avoiding his former classmates.

"So, happy puppy guy, why aren't you inside being sunny with your old friends?" He scrunched his nose and tapped his chin, pretending to be thinking hard. Then his attitude suddenly changed, like he decided to drop the façade. He shrugged and answered. "I just needed some peace, get out of the crowd. And also, Madeline tried to convince me to have sex in a closet, which I didn't aspire to do at all."

Lorelai smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, I just barged in here and disturbed your time of peace. I can go find another classroom to sit in…" She bent down to grab her shoes but he put a hand at her shoulder. "Please, stay here. You're no interruption at all. I kinda like talking to you. It's funny, you and Rory look alike, talk alike and seem alike. But at the same time, you're also totally different." At here incredulous expression, he replied "I like to compare and contrast." Lorelai slowly put her shoes back under the desk. "Are you sure it's no problem?"

Tristan shook his very fine shaped head. He stood and stretched. When he did, his biceps bulged in his shirt. Lorelai admired them for a second, but looked away when he caught her gaze. No way she was letting him know she found him attractive! He took a step to the teachers desk, pulling up a chair to sit across from her. "Those student desks are too small for me now, I need some leg room", he excused himself.

Sitting so close to him Lorelai could smell his cologne. It was musky, but not too much. She was desperately trying to think of a safe topic to talk to him about. Flirting was becoming dangerous with him so near to her. Maybe she was a bit drunk, but she wasn't drunk enough to think she could get away with seducing one of her daughters ex-classmates and former Romeo.

Pondering that thought she looked up to find his face just inches from hers. "Wait, what are you doing?"

He just inched closer, looking at her lips. "Comparing and contrasting", he mumbled before closing the remaining distance between their lips.