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Rating: PG-13 (You don't want me to rush it, do you? Wait, that's a rhetorical question ;)

Chapter 5: Hysteria and Pillow Fights

Rory froze for a second and Tristan glanced at her lacy pink panties. He had expected white, but pink definitely worked for her. After Rory's brain freeze, she scrambled to pull them back up. By the time she faced Tristan again, her face was pinker than her underwear! He grinned and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the media room. He had made some definite progress and there was no way she was slinking back to shy Chilton Rory.

He held out the movies, and she grabbed 'Pippi Longstocking' and put it in. He watched the beginning of what he guessed to be a very corny movie start. She began to sing along to the song, and by the end of it he was laughing harder than he ever had before. Rory scowled at him and threw a pillow at his head. He still laughed, so she chose to ignore him. They continued to watch the movie, and he made fun of it despite Rory's warnings. By the time the tightrope scene came on, he was practically in tears.

"This is not funny Tristan! Her monkey could have died!"

"This is too much!" he told her, as he gasped for air.

Rory threw another pillow at him, but this time he wasn't letting her get away with it. He picked up the pillow and threw it back at her. Surprised, she stared at him, but soon recovered at threw the pillow back at him. Soon, they were in a pillow-throwing match, and Tristan was kicking Rory's ass. Finally, they were both exhausted, so they called a truce.

"You are horrible at throwing."

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm athletically challenged."

Tristan's laughing started up all over again, but Rory chose to roll her eyes and ignore it. Secretly, she loved the way he laughed. It was deep and his voice was rich as the sounds escaped his throat. She loved hearing it, but not when it was directed at a great movie. Rory turned her attention back to the screen just in time to see the end. She glared at her... well whatever Tristan was to her. He shot her an innocent look back and suppressed a smirk. She could tell he was trying hard not to laugh, so she decided to make it hard for him.

"You know, one time when I was about 6, I watched this movie about five times. I then decided that since Pippi could walk up a building with the special glue, then so could I."

Tristan listened to her story, and instinctively knew she was trying to do something. He played dumb, though, and listened intently while keeping his grinning to a minimum.

"So, I went into my mom's room and found some of that rubber cement glue. I put the glue on the bottom of my feet and put one foot on our house. The other foot was still on the cement because since I didn't want it to stick, then I knew it wouldn't."

Tristan was about to bust out laughing as he pictured Rory trying to walk up a house. He loved hearing stories about Rory, and that was a feeling he had never gotten with any other girl. It was like he needed to know everything about her. Now, he really needed to hear the end of this story.

"Okay, so I pulled my foot that was on the ground, but nothing happened. So I tried again, but my stubborn foot stayed stuck to the ground. I was there for fifteen minutes trying to will my foot off of the driveway. I then had the bright idea to glue my foot to my shoes. Luckily, my mother found me just as I was about to slip my foot out of my sandals."

"So what happened to the shoes?"

"Oh, they're still there. Since the driveway was in the back of the house, and my foot was on the edge of it she just planted a bush in front of it. I went to see if they were still there a couple of years ago, and sure enough they were still stuck."

Tristan couldn't contain his laughter any longer. He was lying on the floor in hysterics, which gave Rory a nice view of his, ahem, member. Rory's eyes got huge when she realized that he was somewhat aroused. She had never seen that before on any man, and it shocked her. Rory thought that she should feel more uncomfortable, but she didn't. Actually, she felt strangely enticed by the sight. He was in that... that state because of her! That knowledge made Rory feel powerful.

Tristan grinned and sat up when he noticed a funny look on Rory's face. She looked amused by something, and then he realized what it was when he caught her sneaking another glance. Being around a beautiful girl all day long... when she was wearing his clothes... well, it was enough to affect any man with eyes. He was surprised that she was grinning instead of blushing. Well, her cheeks were slightly pink, but this made him see Rory the way he hoped she could be. Subconsciously sexual.

"You think this is funny?" he asked her, looking down at the slight bulge.

Rory shrugged her shoulders, but the grin remained plastered on her face. He leaned forward and met her lips with his own. She quickly responded to the kiss, and was really surprised at the lack of embarrassment she was feeling! This was very out of character for her usual reserved nature, but Rory wasn't going to let thoughts about what she should be doing and feeling ruin this perfect moment.

Tristan couldn't believe this was actually happening! Rory saw his err... excitement, but she wasn't running. In fact, she was now kissing him with quite a lot of fervor. Tristan felt her tongue sweeping through his mouth. Their first kiss had been slightly tamer, but right now Rory wasn't showing any signs of wanting this to end any time soon. Actually, she moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her breasts against his chest, and sighed in content. It felt good to have some friction against her nipples.

Sure Lorelai and Rory had had several sex talks, but that was focused more towards "always use a condom." Rory really didn't know much about sex except for the technical parts. She heard a lot about masturbation, but she could never bring herself to do it. Sometimes it was almost painful to ignore the feelings she got when she watched movies that showed a sex scene. Right now, she was experiencing a burning between her legs that needed attention immediately. She had never felt as aroused as she did kissing Tristan.

Tristan had snaked his arms around her waist. One, he rested on the small of her back, but the other one skimmed upwards and tangled in her hair. Rory could feel his strong back muscles underneath her hands, since his shirt was so thin. His back was solid as a rock, and she suspected he spent a lot of time at the gym. Just thinking about Tristan shirtless and covered in sweat made her squirm.

Pulling away from her mouth slightly, Tristan licked her lips. There was something erotic about feeling Tristan's tongue traveling down her neck. She felt her shirt being tugged upwards, and started to feel her body giving in to what it craved. Her mind was silenced by her horniness, and she let his hands slip under her shirt and cup her braless breasts. Rory's breath stopped as Tristan's hand skimmed over her already tightened buds.

Rory couldn't breathe as he tweaked her nipples. She'd never gone this far before, but the voice screaming that they barely knew each other was pushed away by what her body wanted... no, craved. Her nipples begged for Tristan to roll, pinch and touch them. While Tristan's hands were busy driving Rory crazy, his tongue had slid back up to her mouth. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and slurped on it. At the same time he pulled on her nipple a little harder.

"Oooohhhh!!!" Rory moaned.

Tristan's semi-hard penis turned into a rock when he heard Rory respond to him like that. He wanted to look at her tits, though. The only problem was that he had a feeling she would freak out if he tried to take her shirt off. Rory's mind swam as she felt her panties go from being damp to soaked as Tristan continued his ministrations on the tips of her breasts. Tristan began to slide her shirt up when he felt Rory gripping his back with her fingernails. The slight pain was enough to bump the whole thing up a level.

The sweet kiss had now turned into a full-fledged open mouthed, French kiss. The two of them were locked in a sweaty embrace, and Tristan was teasing her mercilessly. She groaned and squirmed as she dug her nails into his back a little. The sensation she was experiencing between her legs was something she had only dreamed about! It felt like an agonizing fire was being lit inside of her, and she felt her entire body tremble as Tristan began easing her shirt up and over her head.

The second the shirt left her body, her mind screamed to stop him. The only problem with that was the fact that his tongue had somehow left her mouth and was now licking the area surrounding her nipple. Rory felt like she was climbing towards something. Something indescribable, but she knew it would feel good. She didn't know how she knew, but it was like an instinct.

Tristan felt her arch her back, and decided to stop teasing her. He began suckling on her tit, and her moaning really let him know how sensitive the area was. He then realized that he had been right. Rory would be a screamer in bed! The quiet ones usually were, though. She was panting and moaning his name as he traded back and forth between her breasts. He increased the pressure and she let out a howl. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably, and he loved the affect he was having on her.

As Rory tumbled further and further away from self-control, something brought her back. A ringing noise began to get insistent and it was driving her crazy. The noise got louder and louder, and that caused her to begin to realize what was happening. Her shirt was on the ground. Tristan was not only seeing her breasts, but also ravishing them! Rory began to panic, and Tristan sensed the change. He pulled away from her now wet and flushed chest and looked into her eyes. That's when he heard the ringing, too.

"I'll be right back," he told her in a hoarse whisper.

He answered the phone and talked to one of his dad's clients, informing a very upset man that his father was out of town on "business." Tristan knew good and well that his father was screwing his secretary and not on some business trip. Since he couldn't stand either of his parents, he refused to cover up for his father and he wouldn't tell his mother what was really going on. It was a good system.

By the time he returned to the media room, Rory's top was back on. Her head was staring down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. He crouched in front of her and kissed her softly. This kiss didn't heat up to near the intensity it had been moments before. Tristan mainly did it to show her that it was okay.

Rory could not believe what was happening! She felt like she was in the middle of some insane dream. A dream where first, she doesn't really care that Tristan saw her in her panties, then she actually let him take her shirt off and... and.... she couldn't even say what she let him do! At this moment, though, she didn't care. All she knew was that whatever he did felt good! Really, really good! Tristan pulled away from her lips and looked into her big eyes.

"What are you doing to me?" she asked him, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, I'm seducing you," he joked.

"Huh. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be alone with Tristan DuGrey. In his house. And wanting him to do things to me that no one has ever done."

Tristan was shocked at the last part! Sure he assumed she was a virgin, but now she was blatantly telling him that she wanted him to screw her. That wasn't going to happen, though, because she was different. She had never had sex before, and Rory was too special for a one-night stand. If they had sex this weekend, seeing each other at school would be hell. Rory would hate him, because he knew that this was a big deal to a girl (at least the first time). He just didn't want Rory to hate him.

"Well, we can do some stuff, but Rory, we can't have sex."

Now it was Rory's turn to be shocked! He wasn't going to push to sleep with her, even though his "score card" was legendary by now. Tristan's experience in the field of sex did intimidate Rory on some levels. She had never even orgasmed before, but she desperately wanted to have sex. She thought it was probably just her teenage hormones talking, but at that particular moment, she didn't really care!

"What do you mean? Why not?"

Tristan took a deep breath. "Because I don't want you to hate me tomorrow."

"Hate you? Why would I hate you?" Rory asked him.

Tristan ran his fingers through his hair. Rory knew it was a nervous habit he had, so she just sat there and waited for his answer. She couldn't understand why she would hate someone who would make her feel alive.

"You'd hate me because you don't love me. You'd hate me because it wouldn't feel special to you. Trust me, I wish I could go back and make my first time different," Tristan told her with a slight amount of difficulty.

"What happened?" Rory asked him, not sure if she really truly wanted to know.

"Well..." Tristan started. "I was fourteen, and I was on a date with this girl named Skylar. She was sixteen and let's just say very experienced. Uh, we went out on a couple of dates and we had sex. I fell in love with her after that, but what I didn't know was that she was screwing every guy on the football team behind my back."

Rory looked at Tristan in a new light. He had actually been in love! She always saw him as a 'player.' Now, she felt sorry for him and was definitely changing her mind about having sex with him. Even though he was great, she knew she wasn't in love with him and she would regret it.

"I found out, eventually, and confronted her about it. She said some things, and that was it. She was gone, and I vowed never to fall in love again. Well, I didn't. I dated tons of girls. Half the time I didn't even know their names."

Rory sighed. "You're right. I'm just so tired of being expected not to screw up. It's like I'm being punished because my mother got pregnant. It's not fair. I just want to be looked at as Rory Gilmore. Not as Lorelai's clone."

"I know how you feel. It's like everyone takes on look at me and I'm all of a sudden a spoiled rich kid who has had everything given to him on a silver platter. I suppose that's true to some extent, but my life isn't as great as it may seem."

The two teens felt connected somehow. Although they both came from very different backgrounds, they were both judged by everyone. Tristan and Rory hated it, but it was something that neither one of them could stop. They sighed and leaned their heads together.

"So, what are we?" Rory asked Tristan after a moment.

"Well, I'd like to be your boyfriend."

"Well, I'd like to be your girlfriend."

They looked at each other with goofy grins, and Tristan watched Rory's eyes get huge as she jumped up and ran downstairs. He chased after her and watched as she grabbed the phone and a telephone book and began flipping through.

"Okay, is Chinese okay with you?"

"Uh, I guess."

"Great!"

Rory dialed the phone and waited for a second. Tristan had no idea how she was going to order without a menu, but he decided to sit back and watch. He already told her that he was going to pay for everything. It's not like he worked for the money, anyways. He could care less how much they spent.

"Uh hi! Um, you see I don't have a menu, so I'm just going to ask you if you have stuff. Is that okay.... uh huh. Alright let's see..."

Rory began to rattle off names of Chinese food and then ordered. Tristan stared at her as she ordered at least four different major dishes, and then she also got sizzling rice soup and six egg rolls. He just stared at her in shock as she finished and hung up.

"So, who's coming over to eat all that food?"

"What do you mean? This is the best way to eat any form of take out!"

"And what way is that?"

"You see, you order tons of different food, and then you can just eat a little of everything. What's good about ordering a lot is that you can put it in the refrigerator and eat off of it for days."

Tristan stared at her like she had just grown two heads. He rarely got take out, and if he did anything left was promptly thrown away. He had a feeling this was going to be an interesting weekend. There was going to be lots of new things to try, and new experiences to have. This was going to be great!

A/N: Haha! Chapter 5 is finished for you all, my lovelies! Please review!!!