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A/N: PLEASE READ: This chapter is rated M. If you usually do not read M, skip over it. There isn't anyhing that is relevant to the rest of the story and because of this it is way shorter than a normal chapter. This is the only chapter that will have the M rating. Thanks and enjoy!

Rory couldn't believe Tristan's reaction to her confession. Not only did he seem okay with it, he said he thought it was sexy? What was that all about? And now here she was, wondering what kind of scheming he was doing. It had been weeks since their conversation and he still hadn't made a move. Rory should know; she was calculating his every move, but he gave nothing away. She was sitting at her office, staring at the blinking cursor in front of her and wondering about Tristan when she got a text that read:

The Lamplight Motel. Room 212. 1 PM

She smiled. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was 12:30. She quickly replied to his message

I'll see what I can do.

OOOOO

Tristan watched from the window as Rory's car pulled up. He listened to the clunking of her heels against the metal stairs as she climbed to the second floor balcony and slowly opened the door, surprised to find the room unlocked.

"Hey." She said as she looked around the room.

"Hi. Did anyone suspect anything?" Tristan asked cheekily as he made his way over to her. She shook her head. She had taken the rest of the day off, complaining of writer's block and promising to work on her article at home.

"Suspect that I was coming to a dingy motel room to have sex with you?" She smiled. "Of course not."

"Good." He said with a smile as he leaned down to kiss her.

"I told them I was going to meet Levrett." She teased.

"Ouch." He whispered, pulling away but she pulled him back in again. He sighed as she kissed him. He had been deprived of her for almost two weeks, but with each taste of her, he was reminded why he loved her so much. He craved her. It was a simple but insatiable hunger that started in his gut and pulsated throughout his entire body. She pulled away from him and sighed. Slightly surprised by her action, Tristan opened his eyes and examined her. With shaking hands, she reached up and pulled off her shirt and then her skirt. Tristan followed her lead, never taking his eyes off of her.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this." Rory muttered. Tristan looked at her strangely. "You promise no one will ever find out about this?" She asked. The realization dawned on him and he began to play along.

"I promise." He nodded as he pulled her in close once again and kissed her again, his hands roaming the bare expanse of her back before unclasping her bra. His tongue danced against hers, causing a fire to grow within her. She needed this, him, more than anything. With that epiphany, she finally gave herself over to him fully. Sensing her surrender, Tristan moved them to the bed.

"What do you want, Rory?" He wanted to know before continuing. His lips hovered over hers, mere centimeters away, but the loss of his touch was excruciating to her. He watched her chest, heaving beneath him and it took everything he had not to devour her right then and there.

"Please." She arched into him.

"What are you here for?" He asked. "Why did you come?"

"I want you." Satisfied with her answer, his actions became uninhibited. The gentle, slow caresses were now forceful, passionate. His lips and tongue sloppily attacked her neck, his quiet control disappearing before her very eyes. She gasped as she felt his mouth cover her breast, his tongue flicking at her nipple. She arched into him again, desperate for his touch to continue. Her fingers clumsily wrapped themselves in his hair, pushing him lower, a silent begging for release that did not go unnoticed by him. His rough hands slowly made their way down the sides of her torso before coming to a rest on her hips. He paused for a moment to watch her reaction. The anticipation killing her.

"You want this so much don't you?" He whispered harshly as he shoved her panties to her ankles. She simply nodded, unable to speak. He slipped her legs over each of his shoulders and ran his tongue lightly over her wet slit. If there was one thing that Tristan loved most about making love to Rory, it was her taste. There were no words to describe the sweet, tangy mixture that was so uniquely hers. It opened up his senses in a way that he had never experienced with anyone else. Everything seemed heightened when he was with her. As he sucked on her clit, he smiled as he heard her pathetic whimpering, the first sign that she was on her way to an orgasm. He worked faster, dead set on getting her off hard and fast.

Rory couldn't control the moan that escaped as she squeezes her legs around his neck. She rubbed her own breasts, seeking to increase the pleasure rocketing through her body. Her mumblings grew louder as she felt the blissful tension coiling within her abdomen. Tighter and tighter it grew until finally she snapped, her thighs clenching around him as she screamed out her release. While she was still shaking, he lapped up her wetness, cleaning her of her juices thoroughly. She moved her legs off of him and he shoved his boxers off before climbing back up her body.

"God, you are so hot when you come." He muttered as he rubbed his newly freed erection against her thigh. She reached down and stroked him, causing him to clench his jaw in response. Annoyed by his self-control, Rory decided to take some action.

"You can't maintain control forever." She whispered as she rolled them over, so she was on top. Surprised by her action, Tristan let her lead. She kissed his hard chest, running her hands over his taut muscles and grinning in approval. Then, she slipped her way down his body until her lips were level with his rock-hard erection. Glancing up at him naughtily, he couldn't look away as she slowly licked the pre-cum off of his head. Hissing in pleasure at the sensation, he closed his eyes. Her long hair tickled against his hips, causing him to twitch involuntarily. She smiled as she kissed him again, this time blowing air on the wet remains. She took the tip of him fully in her mouth and sucked gently.

"Oh…" He let out, unable to finish his thoughts as he grabbed the headboard behind him and bit down on his lower lip as he thrust instinctively into her mouth. Rory dipped down again, this time taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. Torturing him, she never found a rhythm, simply toyed with him. "Ror, please." He begged as he white-knuckled the headboard. With one last suck, she positioned herself so that she was directly over him.

"What do you want, Tristan?" She asked, taunting him with his earlier question. He didn't answer her, but placed his hands on her hips and slammed her down against him as he thrust up to meet her. Both gasping with the sensation of finally being inside one another, Rory began to circle her hips, moving up and down, meeting Tristan thrust for thrust. There was nothing slow about their movements, both ferociously trying to meet their needs. She leaned forward so that her hands were beside his shoulders, shifting the angle enough that they both cried out in pleasure. Her aching nipples rubbed against his chest every time he entered her, only spurring them on further.

"Fuck yes." Tristan muttered as he felt the pressure beginning to grow. "Just like that." He told her, his hands still firmly on her hips, not letting her change anything. "God that's so…umh" He finished his sentence with a grunt.

"Tristan…" Rory cried out as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Their worlds exploded around them as they shook together, riding out the intense waves of pleasure. As they came down from their high, Tristan knew that this was the best sex he had ever had. They laid there for a few minutes, unable to move, before finally settling in next to each other. Fighting the urge to look at the clock, Tristan sighed.

"Time's up?" Rory asked, knowing that he had to go back to work.

"Almost." He nodded. "I don't know how I'm going to make it through the rest of the day." He said as he stared at the ceiling. "I'm exhausted." She smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Take a quick shower." She said. "You're going to be late."

"You should join me, when do you have to be back?"

"Remember how well that worked on vacation in North Carolina?" She smiled at the memory. "You made us miss dinner." Tristan laughed.

"But you told me you loved me, so I think that we walked away even." He said with a kiss as he got up off the bed.

"I took the afternoon off so I could go home, take a nice long bath, curl up in bed and sleep for a week." Tristan turned around to face her again.

"So not fair. If we hadn't just had the best sex ever…" he trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

"You would what?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, wanting to know how he would punish her. He stared at her for a second.

"I got nothing. Never mind." He said with a scowl, upset that he was unable to prove his point.

"That's what I thought." Rory said victoriously. "Now hit the showers." She said as she pointed towards the bathroom.