So many blacks and whites
Are made to be so blue
We've all got our wars to fight
But I won't fight with you
If I could just get your attention
I'd never let it go
Until you've felt what I am gonna say. . . .
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Rory sat in third period the next day, running her fingers through her hair in frustration as she stared down at her worksheet. She didn't get it. They'd been seconds and centimeters from kissing, and it wasn't even weird. They weren't uncomfortable or awkward around each other. She sighed and rested her forehead in her hand. If only she could concentrate. He was right behind her and she could hear his pen scratching on the paper. He could focus. Why couldn't she? Her bottom lip slid between her teeth and she closed her eyes tightly before opening them again. She could hear his shoe tapping the carpeted floor gently; his knuckles crack lightly as he flexed his cramped hand. She couldn't believe that she'd almost kissed him. . . . .or that she'd wanted him to kiss her. She had Adam. Wonderful, sweet, patient Adam. That was turning into someone completely different than who she wanted to be with.
She heard whispering behind her and strained her ears to make out the voices. It was the new girl, Marissa, and Tristan. She heard him laugh quietly and her stomach knotted. Why was he talking to her? She mentally berated herself. She couldn't get jealous when Tristan flirted with other girls. She had a freaking boyfriend.
She was still scolding herself ten minutes later when the bell rang. She stood quickly and shoved her books into her bag, getting ready to make a break for it when she felt his hand grip her elbow. Rory almost swore in frustration as a dull heat throbbed up her arm when she turned to look at him, "Yeah?"
"Do you want to meet after school in the library?"
Her eyes widened, "What?"
Tristan tilted his head, momentarily confused by her reaction before he laughed lightly, "To study. We only need to meet once or twice more until I'm completely caught up."
"Oh." she blushed as embarrassment flooded her body, "Yeah. That's fine."
He grinned slowly and touched her burning cheek, "Definitely something I miss."
She didn't say anything, just smiled gently and ducked from his hand before leaving the classroom. Tristan watched her go and swore under his breath. He was going to make a mistake today, he could already tell.
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AFTER SCHOOL
Rory sat across from Tristan at one of the back tables in the library, tapping her pen on the open text book absent mindedly. It'd only taken him two weeks to catch up in everything. They'd covered all of physics in the first three days and then he'd asked her to help him catch up in all their other subjects. She wasn't surprised that this was the last study session they'd need. He was one of the smartest people she knew.
Rory looked up to see Tristan roll his neck in a circle to relieve the tension. "So then that's everything?" he asked, eyes closed as his head had fallen back.
She glanced over her notes before exhaling deeply, "That's it."
He nodded and stood, gathering his things. Being with her for the past hour and a half had sent his increasingly acute senses haywire. He could smell her light perfume mixing tantalizingly with her shampoo. Her nails were painted a deep red and she had been constantly playing with her hair, running her fingers through it and twisting it around them. Her breathing had been slow and constant throughout the entire session and she occasionally pulled her bottom lip between her teeth or chewed on the insides of her cheeks when she was thinking. Once she'd rolled her head in a slow circle to relieve the tension and it'd taken all his willpower to refrain from pulling her out of her chair and dragging her between the bookcases to convince her she wanted to be with him again.
But somehow he'd refrained and now realized that he had to get away from her. . . . . .and dear lord she was stretching. Her fingers were locked behind her back and her arms were extended straight back as her spine went as far back as it could. Her eyes were closed and she made a small noise of pleasure as her back popped. She didn't even know he was paying attention to her. She thought he'd walked towards the library's exit for his locker. He felt his pants tighten and swore under his breath. This wasn't good.
Rory rubbed a hand over her face and inhaled deeply before looking up to see the library door closing. Tristan must have left for his locker. She started gathering her things and shoving them into her bag. She made her way to her locker and spun the combination, pulling it open as the blonde appeared beside her. She looked up, preparing to say something, but the comment died in her throat. The way he was looking at her made her face burn and her stomach knot. She opened her mouth slowly, trying to think of something to say. "Hey." was all she could manage to whisper as the strap of her bookbag slid form her grasp and it clattered to the floor. He didn't say anything, just took her hand in his, not breaking eye contact as he grinned lightly and brought the back of her fingers to his lips to kiss them gently. Her mouth opened slightly as she glanced down at their hands. He laced his fingers through hers and pushed the back of her hand against the lockers, slowly shifting his body until he bad her pinned against the cold metal, both of her hands down at her sides.
Tristan could feel her stomach and chest rising as she took deep, heated breaths. He had to check the urge to swear when he felt her hips pushing against his unconsciously. He leaned down slowly, looking from her eyes to her lips, and he could've sworn time stopped as their faces inched closer together.
Rory could feel his hot breath on her lips as he came closer, and her eyes started to close. Her mouth opened slightly, but then she remembered where they were and she turned her head. Tristan stopped and he looked down at her, his face not changing. "Tristan, we can't."
Usually he would've sworn, punched the lockers, and walked away. But today he wasn't in the mood to be turned down. After a moment he grinned and took advantage of her position. He released her hands and his fingers gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him as his face trailed down her neck. Over the course of their study session, her blazer and tie had been shed and the top button of her shirt hand come undone. When she'd turned away from him, the second button had been strained and had pulled from it's hole, revealing a very low cut white camisole with lace trimming the top. He smirked to himself and trailed his face over her chest, his lips never touching her. His breath was hot against her, though, and his fingers were rubbing small circles into her hips.
She closed her eyes, swallowing hard as her determination began to waver, "Tristan, I have a boyfriend."
She knew he was smirking as one of his hands trailed up her side, taking her shirt with it. He raised the clothing several inches before sliding his hand back down and allowing the cloth to come with it. His lips were touching her neck now, but he wasn't kissing her. He was still allowing his breath to dance across her skin tantalizingly as his hand slid back up her side, this time on the outside of her shirt and it rested on her natural waist, curling around the natural curve and pulling her closer to him if it were possible.
His nose trailed up her neck gently and she bit her lip, "I'm with Adam."
He came to her earlobe and pulled it gently between her teeth, making her shudder as he whispered into her ear, "It doesn't matter." he kissed below her ear gently before moving his lips to the hollow of her cheek and placing a butterfly kiss on it. He moved a centimeter closer to her mouth and his lips brushed her cheek again before touching the corner of her mouth. He looked into her eyes to see that they were clear and brimming with anticipation, watching him as his lips finally connected to hers. After a split second her eyelids fluttered and then closed as he pulled her bottom lip between his.
And her world shattered beneath her. All the lies she'd been telling herself. Everything she'd said to hurt him. Each kiss she'd given Adam to try and prove to him that she was faithful in her heart. It was all falling apart. The web of lies and fake emotion she'd built for herself in the past weeks was being expertly unwoven by Tristan's lips as she felt the world stop, swell, and shatter in her chest.
One of Rory's hands raised to his chest to clench the loose material, while the other curled around the side of his neck, bringing him closer. Heat curled in the bottom of her stomach and she inhaled deeply, tilting her head to the side so that their lips fused at a more natural angle. She couldn't believe this was happening. More than that she couldn't believe she was kissing him back.
Tristan had to check the urge to ask if this was real. He couldn't believe she was responding like this. Tilting her head and touching him like she used to. He deepened the kiss and she opened her mouth willingly, her fingertips tracing random patterns onto his neck. He felt her shift slightly down and could've sworn that her knees gave out, but you wouldn't know it with the pressure of her lips against his. He lifted her slightly and pushed her harder to the lockers, using the metal doors to keep her upright.
His hands slid slowly down to the back of her thighs. His grip tightened and she responded, her hands tightening on his shirt and neck as he lifted her up, locking her legs around his hips and pushing her back against the lockers again. Her hand trailed up from his chest until it became tangled in his hair, pulling him closer violently.
Tristan's right hand tightened on Rory's hip, but his left hand swiftly made it's way up her body to clench in her hair and pull her head back, giving them a better angle. He could feel the fire licking her skin that he'd become so accustomed to the previous year. Her body was heating up uncontrollably and he ground his hips against hers. A small whimper rose form her throat as her grip on his hair tightened.
He felt her pulling away slowly and he deepened the kiss again, pulling her closer. This time when she began to pull away it was quicker and her hands slid from his neck and hair to rest squarely on his chest. She pushed his body away and let her legs drop gently. Tristan emitted a low growl and he felt Rory grin against his lips as she broke contact.
He opened his eyes to see that her lips were swollen and red, a faint split on her bottom lip made him lick his own and lean down to capture her in a gentle, loving lip lock. He pulled away after only a moment and took in her flushed face and messy hair. It only brought back memories that he'd been dying to relive for months but couldn't do anything about in the hall.
She looked up at him, her chest rising and falling heavily, and he saw something flash across her face that he couldn't place. "Don't run." he said quietly, shaking his head.
Rory pressed her lips together and smiled lightly, "I wasn't going to."
Tristan exhaled, chewing on the insides of his cheeks as he took her face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers, "Good."
She smiled lightly, curling her index fingers into two of his belt loops and pulling his body closer to hers without breaking their foreheads apart, "Tristan, I-"
He shook his head silently, cutting her off. "Don't. Not right now." he whispered, knowing that she was about to start in on the fact that she was still with Adam and that they couldn't be together. But at the moment he didn't want to think about it. Right now all he wanted to focus on was that he finally had her back.
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I can move you like an earthquake
Listen to me as my hands shake
Cause I want you
I need you
I can't live without you, baby
So baby don't move at all
Cause you're about to break my fall
Stay where you are
Staring at the stars
Don't ever move at all