But there's something in the way you laugh
And it makes me feel like a child
Aspects of life they confuse me
You and your thesis amuse me
Oh, after and afternoon with you
And your rich brown eyes
Your lips and dark hair

Until all is lost into the beauty of the day

Despite her better judgment her soft hand slid into his, ever so perfectly. She hid the smile that was growing because of their interaction and pointed her free hand at him.

"This is just a one time thing. Don't get so use to me DuGrey." She said with her face covered in a scowl and her eyes penetrating his skin.

Leaning over he whispered into her ear. His breath hot on her sensitive spot in the crook of her neck.

"Yeah but only if you promise to not want to kiss me afterwards."

Smirking he pulled away as he watched her face flush pink. He had her right where he wanted her and wouldn't let up. Leading the way thru the school, with their hands still intertwined he made it to his car. To say that his car wasn't flashy would be an understatement. As a DuGrey he had an image to uphold and the 2008 Silver Viper was definitely apart of the image. Deep down inside Tristan had always wanted a classic. Maybe a 1975 Chevelle or Thunderbird but that was out of the case.

"After you dear Mary." He stated with a bow. He acted like her servant but she just scoffed at it, closing her door quickly. Waiting for him to get to his side she just wondered why her hand felt so hot. When had the goosebumps appeared on her body and tingled down her spine? This was something that she had rarely experienced with Dean and hear, at their first touch, she was sharing with Tristan.

As he opened his car door and got in he saw her deep in thought but brushed it off and started the car. She was always in that mind of hers probably figuring out a plot to take over the world. She did look so lovely as her skirt rode a bit higher with her bended knees. Taking a deep breath he turned to the windshield.

"Ready for the Tristan experience?" He asked as he pulled out and started to head for…where? He had no clue but would come up with it before he knew.

"Where are we going Tristan?" She asked as she saw that they were headed nowhere near Stars Hollow.

"My place." With as much nonchalance as he could muster he turned at the light slowing up a bit. Here was the girl that drove him more insane then any other girl had and she was ripe for the taking. If he kissed her what would she do? Slap him? Well in his book, a kiss was worth it but he wanted more from her. More than just a random hook up with a girl who meant nothing. He felt something deeper that couldn't be just a hook up or something that broke him. This feeling could definitely move mountains and end world hunger. He had to be careful and play this just right.

After five minutes in silence he wondered why she didn't protest but left it alone. Parking his car in his driveway he turned it off as he got out. Sitting there, for a moment, her gaze lingered on his mansion. She had seen it before, with the party that she had to go to once but it just marveled her. People actually lived here when it reminded her of a place that should be off limits and filled with books. Or that was what she would do. Getting out of the car she saw that he was just opening the door and she hurriedly walked over to him.

"So you want to tell me why we are here?" Walking thru the doorway she looked to him as she passed thru.

"Well I didn't feel like driving you back to Stars Hollow and..." Closing the door he pressed his body up against hers, pushing their touching bodies to the wall in the hallway. Smirking he looked down to her moving some loose brown curls out of her perfect face. His lips were hovering over her own with his gaze linger on them. "..I wanted to get you in my bed Mare. What? Not what you wanted?"

Her heart was basically beating out of her chest with no way to stop it. No way she had known at least. Here he was, the boy that she could kiss and feel pleasure in ways she knew that he could give her but that wasn't her, well the Rory Gilmore everyone knew and loved. She didn't have ideas like this let alone about Tristan DuGrey. Clearing her throat she let the redness in her face flush away as she thought of what to say.

"N…no…Tristan." She straightened herself out. "I do not want that." She tried to muster all the strength that she had but it came out shaky and unbelievable. Pulling away he could tell this and he knew that there was something there he had never seen, desire. Taking another step back he couldn't be doing this with his mind ready to pounce. Even though he wanted her more than anything, he couldn't do it this way.

"Well your lost." He shrugged off what just happened and started heading for the stairs. "Come on Rory." He took the first flight of stairs gingerly but saw Rory behind struggling. "You need some help?" He was use to the long flight but of course she wasn't.

Following him she could barely breathe. To say that she hated to exercise was an understatement. She couldn't even remember the last time that she had exercised and gym class did not count. Gym class was a waste of her time where she got picked last and did the bare minimum to pass. Things got even worse because at Chilton they made you do things like fencing and water polo. Who plays those sports? She knew the yuppies that had paid for that school.

Reaching the top of the stairs she rested her hand on the engraved wood and hunched over. She took in a deep breath of air and saw that Tristan had left the door open to his room. Walking inside she took a look around just standing at the doorway. His bedroom made a whole new definition for it. For one, his record collevtion and stereo was massive plus his bed. God was she really suppose to sit on that with him? Looking around the room once more she started to search for him. Walking inside she scanned the whole room once again.

"Tristan?"

She said questionably before she felt two arms wrap around her waist. Her breath caught in her throat as the hands pulled her to the bed. With the comfortable under her she turned as she heard laughing and the arms letting go. She was now onto of him, straddling him and looking down at the smirk on his face. Noticing the awkward position she started to lift her leg up when she felt his hands come to rest on her waist holding her in place. She looked down at his face bewildered. What exactly was he trying to pull and why were those damn goose bumps back again.

"Rory..." He started by saying her name softly with lust intertwined with each letter. "I want you and I need you." He pressed his pelvic into her to let her feel the bulge protruding thru his pants. She sucked in a deep gulp of air as the shock rose in her face.

She couldn't help what was going on and why he was doing this here and now. Her mind told her not to but his eyes were pulling her in and all sense was loss. His bulge egged her on and her own want that she had no clue that she had grew in her. Raising his hands up even higher on her body he rubbed them up the front of her shirt stopping inches above her breast. At this point she was biting down on her bottom lip at his touch that warmed her. She knew that him stopping was his way of asking her what she wanted. She had no clue what to do….