**Part 9**

Though it had been an awkward morning, Rory collected the paperback from Tristan the next day, and sooner than later had reconciled with Dean not forgetting the kiss she had shared with Tristan that night at Madeline's. The kiss with Tristan stayed on her lips long after that party and dwelled on her memories with every smirk and smart comment of that smug face of his. She tried to replace the angered yen she found herself feeling for Tristan into passion and faithfulness for Dean, her boyfriend, but at the end of the day she still found herself wanting.

"Kiss me"

"Rory?" Tristan doubled back not sure if he had understood. They had been rehearsing a scene from Romeo and Juliet for school in Miss Patty's studio for days. At the end of each day, both had looked for things to keep them in the studio after everybody had gone, but Dean had found a way to get out of work before the last person left every night.

Dean was nowhere in sight that night however, Rory looked nervous but nonetheless determined, a look that drove Tristan crazy.

"I dare you" Rory stood before him, book in hand.

Tristan did not need to be told twice.

Tristan pinned Rory to the shelf of props behind her with his body. He heard her utter a half cry before his lips crashed on top of hers. Her body felt feverish, her lips hungry… Tristan began to undo the buttons of her shirt amazed that she didn't try to stop him. He had almost reached the last button when a loud booming noise made them pull away. They listened, frozen in place to the sound of tumblers falling in place.

"I think Miss Patty locked us in…" Rory's chest heaved.

"I see…" Tristan walked a bit towards the door to see if there was any other late straggler yet to leave. There wasn't.

They hadn't been alone, but they were alone now. The pause that followed as that reality sunk into both their brains was an awkward one.

Rory wanted to continue where they had left off, but now Tristan stood several yards away from her. If she went up to him… well… she still had a boyfriend, and the moment seemed to be fading fast. She took a gamble.

Tristan turned around to see Rory's halfway open shirt, stay halfway open. It was almost eight pm, the sun had fallen long ago and the moonlight shone through the window casting an eerie glow on Rory's exposed skin. The sight of her smooth stomach and beginnings of a light-colored bra made Tristan's skin tingle.

The moment was over Tristan reasoned sadly, Rory had a boyfriend and much as that didn't bother him one bit, he was sure it would stop Rory dead in her tracks.

Tristan watched Rory stand near the window, her mouth open… her lips glistening. He noticed her look down at the book in her hand and caught it when she tossed it to him for meeting her dare. It was the invitation he was waiting for. Tristan held the book up, dare for dare,

"Come here…"

She did.

Tristan had inadvertently stepped into the shadows, so Rory couldn't see his eyes which made it much easier for her to finish his work and open up the last buttons of her shirt before she fell into his arms as their lips crashed together.

No matter how much Rory thought of that night afterwards, she would never be able to recall the point when things stopped being about the book or a silly game to her. She had vivid recollections of the entire night, just not of that. Rory's body shivered slightly when Tristan's fingertips touched her bare stomach, tracing their way around her back to pull her closer. Rory didn't remember moving, but she remembered Tristan pulling a mat from a rack in between kisses and laying it down so he could sit her down on it beneath the moonlight shining through an open window. Rory felt a blush creep over her body when his experienced hands undid the snaps of her bra before he pulled back, sat up, and removed his shirt and undershirt together not breaking their eye contact. Understanding that he wanted her do it, Rory timidly followed suit and shrugged off her bra swallowing hard as she moved her arm down so that Tristan could see her.

The kiss that followed wasn't hungry or intense; it was soft, languid, and full of words that had never been spoken. It was a kiss that convinced Rory that there were things outside of Stars Hollow and small markets bagboys. Rory closed her eyes despite wanting to keep them open. The moonlight shone on Tristan's wide shoulders, his hair shone with platinum highlights, his hands were wandered down her body and she decided she didn't want know where they were headed, she wanted to be surprised…

Rory felt a pang of anxiety when she felt Tristan's hands on the sides of her open jeans but lifted her hips nonetheless so he could ease them off her. She wished she had a blanket, a sheet, anything to cover up with, but considering that they were on the floor having rolled off the mat a while ago she knew it was a long shot to ask for one. So she didn't, instead she focused on the floor beneath her. Hardwood floors were never really clean, no matter how well they were swept there always remained something on them, so Rory focused on the grains of sand and dirt that stuck to her back as Tristan swallowed her cries in his mouth as he entered her slowly.

"You okay?" Tristan broke the silence in a throaty whisper. When she didn't reply right away he pulled his head back to look at her but she buried her face in the crook of his neck,

"Give me a sec," she whimpered out as she became adjusted to him. Tristan held his breath and waited for her to nod before he pulled out partially only to enter her again, easier this time.

"Ugh…" Rory coughed out feeling all of Tristan in her, she felt a bead of cold sweat roll down the back of her neck unto the floor. Her skin felt prickly, hot and cold at the same time and most likely in need of a bad shower when they finished.

"Shit…" Tristan grunted to himself as he tangled a dusty hand in Rory's hair to move her face in order to kiss her. She had her arms tightly wrapped around him and she squeezed him with her thighs, it made things difficult for him, but he was up to it. A nuclear bomb could have exploded around them and it would not have stopped Tristan from thrusting in and out of Rory…

"Oh God!" Rory cried feeling her body contracting. She was close, she gasped for breath and dug her nails into Tristan's back. Tristan groaned loudly but did not stop. His breathing was coming in loud open-mouthed grunts and his elbows ached from holding up his weight on the hard floor. His stomach tightened, Rory was just surreal… The scratches on his back stung.

Rory shut her eyes tight, she couldn't see anything anyway, everything had become clouded and fuzzy. Her back was killing her and the air that crept underneath the barn doors was ice-cold making her nipples tighten painfully. Still, her toes curled as everything her ultra-sensitive body felt traveled to the one point that was driving her crazy.

"Come Rory…" she heard Tristan groan

"What?" Rory gasped out. What did he want? What had he said? "…where?"

"Oh Fuck…" Tristan clenched his teeth increasing his pace which pushed Rory over the edge. Rory opened her eyes wide as her orgasm jerked inside her, her body contracted and shook. Tristan felt Rory clamp down on him and exhaled the breath he had been holding loudly as he rode the spasm that overtook him...

"Woah…" Tristan breathed when his heart stopped pounding in his chest, "That was…"

"Yeah…" Rory rolled off from under him to look for her underwear. Tristan noticed that her back was a little dirty and red with many little scratches. He suppressed a chuckle as he pulled up his pants. That was a good look on her.

"I can't find my bra" Rory looked around covering her breasts with one hand while holding her shirt with the other.

"It's by the mat" Tristan pointed as he looked around himself. He walked over a couple of steps and picked up the paperback from the floor. He turned to see Rory buttoning her shirt, he held the book out to her, "here."

Rory looked at the book then at Tristan feeling everything about her go cold,

"Is that the only reason you think I…"

"What?" Tristan furrowed his brow. What did he do?

"This is still part of the game to you isn't it?" Rory's chest hurt, as if her heart were physically breaking. She felt two inches tall and shrinking fast.

"I don't understand…" Tristan looked at the brunette in front of him confused.

"Leave"

"Rory"

"Leave!" she snatched the book from Tristan's hands, "Dare's done, my book. Now leave."

"Rory" Tristan tried to meet her eyes but she had none of it

"Please…" she breathed back the sobs that would overtake her the second she was alone, "Just go"

**End of Part 9**

A/N - Woah! what did you think?! I have to know. This challenge was kicking my butt but it was oh so worth it to get to this scene. My toes still curl visualizing it. Review please! lol