Just because it feels good (chapter 4)
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: For the crazy internet people who wanted more. Thanks for reviewing! Hope you like it. Oh and not beta'd: all mistakes are mine.
4. Argumentum ex Silentio
Lorelai closed her eyes the second Tristan's lips touched hers. She really shouldn't be doing this. But his lips were soft and demanding at the same time, asking her to open her lips. She complied.
When his tongue gently entered her mouth she temporarily lost all coherent thoughts. It was so good. She couldn't remember being so into a single kiss in her life. She let her hands slide from his shoulders, via his sides to his back, feeling his toned muscles. Not bad, not bad at all. He was probably working out! The mental image of him sweating while lifting weights made her deepen the kiss a bit more.
He pushed himself flush against her, which was a little unexpected and made her lose her balance. She crashed into him, almost pulling him off the chair. She started giggling at the whole situation. This was probably the craziest thing she's done in a while. And that includes hugging her mom that one time! Trying to regain her sane thoughts, she tried to pull back from Tristan.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I really, really should not have. Here you are, just sitting around minding your own business and then I come in and practically seduce you. You, the very young guy, former classmate of Rory!"
She wanted to completely pull out of his grasp, grab her shoes and run, but he didn't seem to take no for an answer. He simply didn't let go. So she stopped rambling and looked at him questioningly.
He smiled and kept looking at her lips.
She tried clearing her throat to get his attention. Then it hit her. She, Lorelai Gilmore, was just making out with a guy almost half her age. Who was staring at her intently? Why was he looking at her mouth like that?
"What are you staring at? Do I have lipstick on my teeth? Oh, it's the Chinese food isn't it? Oh god, I knew.."
Tristan interrupted her. "Don't worry. There's noting on your teeth. I was just thinking of kissing you again."
She blinked in confusion. "What..? To compare and contrast a bit more? I think you did enough comparing for one day. I need to get back to the party. Just let me go, so I can go back to the boring people and drink until I believe I'm having fun there."
He answered by pulling her closer and on his lap. He quirked an eyebrow at her surprised face and declared: "To prevent us from falling over. Wouldn't want that to happen again."
Sitting so close to him, correction… sitting ON him, she could see that his sapphire blue brown eyes were a bit closed. Bedroom eyes. She couldn't help but gaze into them, thoughts tumbling through her head like circus people on trampolines. Colour her confused. Did he want to kiss her again? For real? And, more importantly: did she want a repeat performance?
Her unasked questions were magically answered by him.
"Yes, I want to kiss you again. Not to compare anything, but because I feel like it. And you want it too Lorelai. I might be younger, but I'm not dumb. I know when a woman likes my kissing. You were liking it. All the way."
He stroked her back, which distracted her a little. She shivered and tried to keep up with what he was saying.
"If I attempt to kiss you again, will you make a run for it?" He dipped his head a little to look in her blue eyes. She pursed her lips, trying to think of a good lie. He took that as a challenge and caught her lips again.
After a few seconds, he broke away to whisper against her lips. "Argumentum ex Silentio."
He then returned to the task at hand with renewed fervour, almost making her forget to ask what the hell he was saying right there. Breathing heavily, she pulled back a bit, tilting her head at him. "Que? What was that, Latin dirty talk?"
He laughed. "Nope. I was just saying that your silence was enough answer for me. Argumentum ex Silentio… silence is consent." He kissed her on the cheek, just beside her earlobe. The chills it sent down her spine gave her goose bumps. How did he know all her soft spots already?
"You got me there Casanova. I couldn't think of a good argument. That doesn't make it a good idea, though." She knew she had to physically remove herself from him. Otherwise she would keep trying to say to him she didn't want to kiss him, but she would definitely end up doing it again. And again. But somehow she just stayed there, on his lap. It was like magnetism: she was being drawn to him, but it was much harder to get away.
"Maybe it isn't a good idea. But it feels good, doesn't it?" He traced her collar bone, but wandered just below, letting his finger slide closer to her breast. His other hand crept under her blouse, drawing circles on her lower back, making his way to her side.
Oh god. It felt so good.
A/N 2. I really don't know if I can get myself to write, you know, (giggles) sexy stuff coughssmutcoughs. But I you're willing to wait (I promise it won't be another 3-6 months) for the next chapter, you might be surprised. I might surprise myself. Feedback appreciated!