My, My, My Look At Mary

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*~My, My, My, Look at Mary~*


Chapter1


When Rory awoke the next morning, early even for her, she smiled to herself. She went to her closet and had a devious little plan to leave before her mom awoke.


Grabbing her uniform she practiced her walk while putting a bit of strut into it. Putting her uniform on her normal way and admiring herself in the mirror, Rory tried to figure out how to put the right amount of slut into it. Starting with the skirt, he inched it up her leg til she found the length, and simply tucked it in as if it were her shirt.


‘Ah, my shirt what to do with it,’ she smir Ret Retreating to her closet, Rory grabbed a pair of navy blue knee socks, instead of her black stockings that she always wore, threw them on as well as her shoes and a tie (not the little on she usually wears but a long one like the guys). And of course her blazer, but she left it opened. (AN: If you ever saw ‘The Princess Diaries’ than imagine Mandy Moore in the school uniform.)


When she finished getting her new look down, she headed out the door. Mentally reminding herself that the new Rory didn’t get coffee ake’ske’s before school. Thoughts about today keeping her mind occupied instead of reading. Telling herself that she would not show emotion, and would have the amused face on all day. The bus arrived all too soon and she was forced to get off and flaunt what Rory Gilmore had to offer.


For the first time since she started Chilton, people turned and looked at the ‘Mary’, who, was not timidly walking, but was sauntering through the courtyard and down the main hallway.


“My, my, my, look at Mary.” Louise taunted, as she, Madeline, and Paris came up to Paris’ locker


“I like it,” Madeline complemented.

“The day Tristan leaves, Mary gets a Magdalene added to her name.” Paris joined.

“We really should rename that day don’t you think, Paris.” A new voice entered the conversation.


“T-Tristan, w-w-what are you doing here? I thought your dad pulled you out of Chilton?” Paris stuttered.


“Yeah, well, my Granddad found out that my dad had me pulled out, he called my dad and talked some sense into his head. And wala, here I am.” He made a sweeping gesture around the hallways, indicating that he was indeed still at Chilton.


“And by the way Mary,” Tristan pinned her against her locker and bent down to whisper in her ear. “I like what you did with yourself, slutty, yet,” he moved one had slowly down her back and rested it on her hip, “so Mary-ish, so pure,” his hand continued its descent to her backside. Rory jumped a little but remained as calm as possible. Tristan smirked, “You’re being an excellent tease, I see you want in the game, eh?” He pulled his mouth from her ear after giving it a slight nip, making Rory close her eyes and sigh, “just remember, “I’m the king of the game.” Tristan gave her ass a slap before pushing away from the lockers and strolled on his way, greeting classmates as he passed.


‘Damn it, Rory, collect yourself.’


“Will wonders ever cease? First, you’re a slut clothes wise, and now a slut with the guys.” Paris coldly stated the obvious.


“At least I can get a man.” With that Rory slammed her locker shut and wandered towards her first class, making sure to wink at the guys who sent approving looks and whistles her way.


Taking her normal seat, she gazed out the window. Unbeknownst to her a guy came up and sat in front of her.


He turned around. “Heaby,aby, where’ve you been hiding?” she smiled so innocently at him, but sparkling, mischief was present in her eyes.


“I was wondering the same thing bout’ you, tiger.” She petted his arm.


“People call me Mark, but I’ll let you call me tiger any time you want, like say, this afternoon while we’re studying at my house?” Mark asked flirtingly, playing with her hand.


“Sorry, Marky, she has plans, don’t ya Mary?” Tristan casually sat on the desk behind Rory and swung his arm over her shoulders. Mark’s eyes darkened in anger as he saw Rory’s darken in desire for Tristan, as he played with her tie.


“Oh, I see, um……… I’m gonna go talk to Madeline. Bye.” Mark left in search of the perky brunette.


Tristan let go of Rory and sat in the desk. Rory moaned at the loss of contact between her and Tristan. He almost died and went to heaven. Almost. ‘Remember Tristan she playing the game. It’s all a game.’ So playing along some more. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap.


Tristan nuzzled the side of her neck, “you’re good” He placed delicate, feather light kisses under her chin and on her jaw line. “But I’ve been playing for much longer than you………” he kissed the side of her mouth, “and I know the tricks, you don’t” one last kiss on the other side of her mouth.


Rory hated this teasing from Tristan. She thought she had it bad before, but this was a whole new level. And the worst part was, she was letting him touch her, kiss her, hold her.

Pulling her face away from Tristan's seeking lips, Rory put her lips to his ear. “I might be new,” nip on the upper part of his ear. “but I’m a good student” nip on his ear lobe. “I watch and take good notes.” Rory placed one final kiss on his nose and got up from his lap as the teacher came in.

ßAt Lunchà

Rory sat at her normal table listening to music, her eyes closed instead of in a book. ‘Perfect.’ Coming up behind her, Tristan placed his hands over her eyes and smirked when she yelped. “Relax Mary, so tell me honestly how many bed invites did you get?”


“One in first, three in second, one in the hall, three in third, and two at lunch. You do the math my head hurts.” Tristan walked to the other side of the table and took the seat across from her, pretending to count the number out on his fingers, like a kindergartener.


“Ten!” he exclaimed proudly, holding out both his hands, all ten fingers raised. “But you’re coming to my house right?” getting up and walking once again to her side, he stood behind her chair. Sweeping her hair to one side of her neck, he prepared her for his teasing.

BRRIIINNNGGGG!!!!!! “Damn bell,” Tristan cursed, “Yes or no?” he awaited and answer.


Rory hesitated slightly before confirming what her slight nod meant. “Yea let’s go, before we’re late.”

ßAfter Schoolà

Summer approached Tristan as they were let out of school. She stopped short when she saw he had an arm around a brunette she didn’t recognize. ‘Oh well never stopped me before.’ “Tristan” she let the name roll off her tongue.


“Summer” he replied curtly.


“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Summer flaunted her status.


“Fortunately, we don’t know each other,” Rory had a smug smile on her face as she loosened Tristan’s tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. “That’s better. Let’s get outa here. Bye Summer.”


Tristan smirked as they passed a stunned Summer. “Have I mentioned how much I like this new you?”


“Yea well thank yourself.” He had a stupefied look on his face so Rory continued. “When you told me you were leaving I realized that I needed something more, wanted something more.”


“So I,” he pointed to himself, “helped you get like this,” he grabbed her tie, pulling her nearer.


She nodded. Gimme you cell phone so I can call my mom and Dean.”


Tristan’s eyes visibly darkened at the mention of Dean.


“Bag Boy? He’s alright with the slutty Rory? Your mom is too?”


“Hell No! They don’t even know. I’m calling mom to tell her I’m going to a friend’s house. And Dean to break up with him.” Rory reached into Tristan’s pocket of his pants and retrieved his phone.


“The by all means use away.” Rory quickly finished with her mom promising to be home before ten, and with dean there was yelling and then hung up with a hungry look on her face.


“Ok, on to your place.”


“As you wish milady.” For the short five-minute ride Rory just stared out the window, wondering what was going to happen.


“Welcome, Com’on” Tristan ushered her into his house and up the stairs. He opened one of the many doors in the hallway. “And this is my room, babe.”


Rory gazed in awe at his room. It was huge, simply huge. Big king size bed, long plush couch, and 2 doors, leading to a closet and a bathroom. A bookshelf, desk, computer, entertainment system, and a sliding door leading to a balcony, were scattered throughout the room. She walked over, running her hand over the black satin comforter to his bed, and sat on it. “Nice” she complemented.


“Stop the act Rory and tell me why you’ve gone all, Magdalene on me.” Tristan needed some answers.


Rory sighed exhaustedly, flopping backwards onto his bed. “Damn it! Why can’t anyone just understand that I'm sick of being the old Rory. She didn’t have any fun. And I want to have fun, so a few minor adjustments were made. Please, just help me live, help me grow as a person and make mistakes in the real world. Not my world, the REAL world.”


All Tristan could to was stare at the site before him. Rory Gilmore was lying on HIS bed, without any pressure on Tristan’s side, asking him to teach her what to do to grow in the ‘REAL world’


“Well,” Tristan came up to his bed, putting a leg on either side of her, straddling her. Placing one of his hands on her back and the other on her waist he backed her up til her head was on the pillows. While he did this, they maintained perfect eye contact. Rory timidly obeyed his hands helping him help her to back up. “You see, there is sooo much you’ve yet to learn, to feel,” he ran a hand along the frame of her body, sending shivers she tried to suppress but failed miserably. “Like that.” He continued.


“Tell me Rory, did you like that?” He continued his assault on her body, trying not to smirk as she kept shuddering and moaning. Resting his hands on her hips, “What do you want Rory?”


For about .2 seconds Rory thought about what she wanted. Arching her hips into his, she grinded hers against his. Feeling a hardness as she pushed harder, Rory smirked. She whispered. “Tristan, I want,” He ground his hips against hers, silently showing her what he wanted. Rory gulped, “I want………”

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Chapter 2

“I want………you, mmmh,” Rory moaned. “you………to,” She smirked as she wiggled underneath him, “get off of me, my leg hurts.”


Tristan stopped kissing her neck and stared at her blankly, as if not understanding. Then he saw her self-satisfying smirk and knew they were to play the game again. Slidinf hef her, he placed kisses down her body on her collarbone, ribcage, navel and, the winner, her lower abdominal. Now it was Rory’s turn to stare. “Alright, let’s study. It’s four and you have to leave her a little before nine thirty. Right?” she nodded, unable to speak. “What, Mary, did I leave you speechless?”


Rory walked over to him and pulled out his baby blue school shirt from his khaki pants. Unbuttoning a couple of buttons, she put her hands under his shirt, rubbing his washboard, more commonly called abs. Tristan hissed and Rory giggled. “Lets study.” She released him.

*~4 hours later~*



Tristan was staring at the pages of his book, not reading just staring and thinking. ‘Okay, time to play figure this out again. On today’s show I try to figure Rory out.’ “Hey, Mary, wanna grab some food please?”


Rory didn’t’ even look up at him, “No this place is huge I’ll get lost, you get your own food.”


“Please?” He put on a puppy face and pleading voice.


“No” Rory said sternly.


“Fine” Tristan moved away from his desk and came to sit next to her on the floor. “ Whatcha doin’?” Rory pointed to the book. “But that’s boring, I’m not boring.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, moving his fingers towards her stomach. Within seconds Rory was pinned beneath him, with Tristan tickling her like there was no tomorrow.


Her face glowed. Her eyes lit up in utter happiness. ‘That’s the Rory I love. Wait, oh no its time for another round of my favorite show, Figure Tristan’s Feelings Out.’


All of a sudden, Tristan stopped, got off of Rory and started to his door. “I’m gonna go order a pizza.” She bit her lip and nodded, afraid she had done something wrong. ‘Damn it, Tristan what were you thinking?! She’s still the same old Rory even through the chard. She says she’s different but she has the same innocent look in her eyes.’


Grabbing the kitchen phone Tristan ordered one pizza with everything and was about to go upstairs when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.


Rory. Rory, at the table with coffee in her hands. “What’s wrong? And don’t tell me nothing, Tristan, because something is wrong, I can feel it. She took a long sip of heaven.


Tristan's voice held the coldness that Paris’ had earlier that day. “Nothing. I don’t have the problem. What’s the matter with YOU Rory?”


Rory's eyes showed shock at his words but it faded as she talked. “What are you talking about?”


“Damn it Rory don’t answer my question with a question. You know what I’m talking about. Why are you doing this? Acting like the rest of the lowlifes in society? Like another Chilton girl? Why are you here in my house and being ‘chummy’ with me in my bed and room? And don’t tell me that you were sick of the old you. You still are the old you Rory. I saw it in your eyes, the innocence and naïve-ness, the fear of being so close to a guy. You might be able to fool the people at Chilton, but know this you cant fool me. And one more thing, why are you being friendly, and I mean that in the widest sense it can be used in, to be after the hell I put you through last year? Answer me Rory.”


Biting her lip, the mask of falseness she had acquired today, fell off, leaving her bare and afraid. One………no two tears made their way down her cheeks. “What do you want me to say, Tristan? Do you want me to tell you that I wanted to know what it was like to be like everyone else? That I wanted to know what it was like to be wanted? Dean never wanted me sexually. I still might be innocent Rory Gilmore, but I want to know what its like. I’m a teenager all teenagers think about sex. We’re at the age where we want to experiment. I experimented. And I liked the results. And I will continue this me for a while. And in answer to you last question, everyone deserves a second chance, even you.” The tears flowed freely.


“Everyone deserves a second chance. But do I deserve a third, I think not.” Slowly walking towards Rory. His words as soothing as the gentle voice. “Tell me what you want.”


“I don’t know. All I know is I want to experiment.”


“Come here.” She got up and obeyed. Tristan grabbed her waist and helped her up on the island in the kitchen. “Do you still want me to teach you?” he made her look him in the eyes when she answered.


“You know what, yes, but” she tried to look away but he held her eyes with his, “I’m scared. Teach me.”


Starting a new round of lusting, Tristan’s eyes ran over her body, appreciating the curves it held. Rory closed her eyes and tilted her head back in thought. Tristan took advantage of her exposed neck by giving it a sweet kiss. That seemed to decide it, “When do we start?” He smiled against the side of her neck before answering.


“Right now.” Bringing his hand from the counter to the underside of her thighs, Tristan managed to take her legs and lock them around his waist, forming a circle of Rory around him. Rory looked at him quizzically. “Relax, it just brings you and the guy closer. You still want to continue?” She nodded. He smirked.


Moving her shirt off to her should, his mouth can con contact with the soft skin at the base of her neck. Rory jumped and tightened her legs around Tristan. Trying to help her relax, he rubbed her back in lazy circles. Tristan bit down on her flesh. She hissed and moved her head to the side giving him more room.


All Rory could do was gasp as Tristan bit and sucked on her neck, ‘Damn tis gis gonna leave a mark, turtlenecks for a week, goody.’ But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Tristan. His one hand on her kip, keeping her to him. The one on her back, releasing tension that was there. And his mouth, that wonderful mouth that made her feel things that she never felt before, piercing her skin, sucking and biting no doubt. It felt good.


BING BONG!!!!


Rory groaned as Tristan stopped his torture and went to answer the door. She waited patiently for him to return. When he graced the room with his presence he popped the pizza in the oven for safekeeping.


Tristan returned to his place in between Rory’s legs. Rory swung her legs around his waist and Tristan started on the other side of her neck, giving it the same attention that he had given the right side. Moving to her collarbone he didn’t bit, but gently sucked, prolonging the moment. When Rory’s legs tightened once again rational thoughts entered his mind. Realizing she was going to have three hickies in not-so-innocent spots he pulled away without warning. “Let’s eat.”


Tristan tried to move out of her circle, but Rory held strong. “Rory,” he growled, “What are you doing?” She shook her head and played with the lapels of his shirt.


Moving it aside, she moved in. Her mouth claimed the side of his neck as hers, marking him. “Rory…………” The way he said her name was…………well to say lustfully would be the understatement of the year. She looked up into Tristan's eyes and saw lust. Pure and simple lust.


Getting scared, Rory quickly unwrapped her legs from him. She ran up the stairs and gathered her stuff. Tristan had followed her. “Where are you going?” He asked concerned.


“Home” was her simple reply.


Knowing it was probably the best thing he helped her pack up then stood to say goodbye. Standing in front of her he ran a hand over her neck where a dark purple bruise started to form. His hand trailed from her neck to her back and the rested on her butt. Giving it a sweet caress he sent her on her way. “Bye Mary.”


He watched her go down the stairs and out the door with the driver who was talking her home. He sighed, “What have you done to me, Gilmore?” Tristan ran a hand through his messy hair and took a piece of pizza out of its box.


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Chapter 3


(In the car)


‘What the hell?! What was I thinking?’ You weren’t, the tiny voice in her head said. Rory growled.


When the car reached its destination, Rory sullenly went into her house and straight to her room in a daze. In the car she fixed herself up and tired to get her hair straight, but failed fruitlessly.


“Rorrrrryyyyyy” Lorelai sang, flying down the stairs. Getting no reply, she ventured into the kitchen and into her daughtersm. “m. “Holy shit.”


As soon as Rory entered her room she pulled her shirt aside and examined the purple marks that Tristan had made. One on the left of her neck, one on the right a little higher, and one on her collarbone. She ran a hand along them, not capable of hearing anything except her unsteady breathing. ‘Oh this is so not good,’ Rory chided over and over again. Something interrupted her thoughts, a simple curse. “Holy shit.”


“Rory where the hell did you get these?” Lorelai stood next to Rory and yanked the shirt aside so she could inspect the bites. “What’s wrong Rory? You never come home with one hickie let alone three huge ones. Especially when you don’t have a boyfriend.”


Jumping at the fact that her mother knew that Dean wasn’t’ in the picture any more, shock registered on her face. “How did you know Dean and I broke up?”


“He came in Luke’s asking if he could talk to you and, I quote, ‘figure out your differences’. Using my wonderful goddess intuition, I knew you guys brok. Ba. Back to the hickies, who gave them too you?”


Sighing and resting her head in Lorelei's lap, Rory whispered one word. “Tristan.”


“What the hell Rory?” Lorelai wondered. ‘Okay Tristan, Evil, Satan Tristan gave my daughter 3 very big, very bright purple hickies. I fell old’


“Mom, I’ll tell you but please don’t flip out.” Lorelai nodded. “This morning before I went to school, when I was getting dressed, well actually it kinda started last night. Anyways last night, after the play when Tristan left, I was thinking, no, I started thinking about what it would be like if I had grown up in you world, in society. So I decided that I wanted to know what it was like. This morning I hiked my skirt and put some attitude in my walk. I got attention and I liked it. Tristan’s dad changed his mind about Military school so he’s back, not that he left or anything. Me and Tristan started playing the game,” Rory paused, looking at her mother.


Unfortunately Lorelai knew what the game was, and how to play. She had played it with Christopher and look where she ended up. Rory continued. “He invited me back to his place to study, I accepted. He ordered pizza I needed coffee, so I went down stairs. Next thing you I’m on the counter and his kissing my neck I sucked his. I got scared and left. End of story.”


Trying very hard to not yell and get into a fight like the ‘Dance Incident’, Lorelai looked at her daughter and sighed. “Just answer one question for me Rory. Why do you want to know what its like being in society? I’ve told you what its like.”


Rory timidly smiled, “I’m curious I guess. I wanted to know what it was like to fit in. I’m going to do it again tomorrow.”


Knowing her daughter and knowing her daughter wouldn’t give up, Lorelai relented, “I go for this whole I’m-a-bad-girl thing, only under one condition.” Rory looked at Lorelai expectedly to continue. “If you’re going to do this then, I’m going to put you on the pill.”


In an instant, Rory jumped up, anger etched in her features. “Are you serious?! I can’t believe you! You think I’m going to sleep with him and get pregnant! In case you haven’t noticed, mother, I’m not you.” Regaining her composure, Rory continued more calmly, “I’m not going on the pill.”


“Yes you are. I’ll let you ‘experiment’ as long as you’re on the pill and I know your safe.” Lorelai’s voice raised as her daughter rebelled. “Is that so much to ask for? Damn it, Rory, I don’t want you throwing your life away over something like this. Your going on the pill.”


“Get out.” Rory lowly growled. When Lorelai had yet to move, she screamed, “Get the hell out!” Lorelai turned and on the way out slammed the door. Rory cried herself to sleep.


After 3 rings someone picked up the phone. “Hello?” was the groggy greeting


“Chris?” Lorelai sobbed into the receiver. Instantly Christopher became awake.


“Lorelai? What’s going on? Is it Rory?” He was worried and she could tell.


“Yea, but she’s not hurt.” Even through the phone she could tell he relaxed.


“What’s wrong then?”


“She’s gone bad.” Lorelai managed.


“What the hell does that mean? She’s not milk or a cereal.”


“Well today she broke up with Dean, then came home with 3 giant hickies telling me her mortal enemy gave them to her because she asked nicely.” Lorelai tried to lace sarcasm in her answer. “And she told me she wanted to know what it was like in the world we left behind. I told her okay on one condition. That she went on the pill. She screamed and told me to get the hell out. What am I supposed to do?” She buried her head in her hands.


There was silence on the line for a few moments. “How the hell did this happen? I don’t know how you do it but you have two things, get her on the pill, or try and stop her from doing the bad things that go on in society. Do you want me to come down?”


“No, don’t come down, not yet anyways. I’ll get her on the pill, somehow. Thank You Christopher.”


“Any time Lorelai, give Rory a kiss for me.”


“Will do, if she talks to me ever again. Bye.”


“Bye” the line went dead.


The tears flowed freely now. Questioning out loud to no one in particular, “Have I kept her too close?” The room faded as sleep eluded her. The only sound their light snoring.


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Chapter 4


The stood at his locked, wrapped up in each other, putting their ‘show’ on for all of Chilton to see.


“I told my mom,” Rory started, Tristan groaned. “I had to tell her. I was looking at your hickies when she came in and asked why I had 3 of them on my. And you know what she said?” Rory stopped and waited.


Tristan pulled her collar aside to inspect the bruise. He ran his hand over it. “You can see part of this one even with the collared shirt. Tell me, Mary, what did your darling mother say?”


Leaning in close to his ear, she whispered, “She wants me to go on the pill.”


Inside Tristan was not shocked, in fact he had guessed that. Lorelai was a mother at sixteen. And she sure as hell doesn’t want her daughter getting pregnant at 17. And outside he was, well not quite shocked either. He kept his cool.


“What did you tell her?” Tristan asked, grabbing the top of her thighs, right below her hips. He lifted her slightly, spinning around so she was now against the lockers. He continued, giving her his seductive smile and eyes, his voice husky. “I know. You told her of our unspeakable passion, your burning desire for me, how I make you weak with want, that you can’t control yourself around me. On second thought,” he smirked, “it might be good for you to go on the pill. Ya know, just in case.”


Rory was about to answer when a group of guys came up to them. “Damn DuGrey! You got marked! Ha! I’m guessing that this lovely creature did it to you good.” The guy pulled Tristan’s shirt a little revealing the mark more to him. “Hey baby. I’m Drew, and that’s Nick, Mike, and Trev. What’s your name sweet thang?” Drew leered at her.


Tristan shot daggers at Drew through the narrow slits that were his eyes, before ducking his head to Rory’s ear and playing with it with his tongue. “Rory” he moaned.


Drew smirked. “What’s her name, Tristan? Didn’t quite catch that through her ear.”


Tristan pulled away and looked at Rory, her lips were in a pout. He wanted so badly to groan and kiss her, but in front of his friends when they were asking questions was a no-no. But he could do something. He nipped her bottom lip once before turning his head to his friend and speaking, “Rory, her name is Rory. Now if you’ll excuse us, we must get to class.” Tristan tried to get Rory to come with him but she pulled away.


“Hey” rolled of her tongue.


Drew smiled. “See Tristan she doesn’t want to go with you.” He moved closer to Rory, invading her ‘space’. “I’ll let you leave, but you’ve gotta do something for me okay?” She nodded. Tristan just stood there watching his friend use the bedroom eyes towards Rory, reminding himself to go for a temper check and that this was the game. “You’ve gotta go out with us tonight. A few people and me are going clubbing. So you in?”


Rory smiled coyly, “Wouldn’t miss it.”


Drew turned to Tristan. “You’re comminightight man?” (Yes I know it’s a Tuesday)


Circling his arms around Rory’s waist he agreed to meet them at ‘Ten Central’ at 8 p.m. “Class now.” He dragged Rory away from his sex-crazed friends and this time she obeyed. “Welcome to the gang, babe.” Rory looked at him as to say ‘What are you smoking?’ “You got the club invite from the ‘clubby’. You are now one among my crowed, in my kingdom. As my princess, no doubt. How does it feel?”


“Maybe you should be doubtful.” Rory backfired.


“Touché” Tristan sassed.


“I’m honored to be inducted into the pig-headed society of Chilton. I’d like to thank everyone who helped me get here. And no thanks to my mom, who is trying to stop me. Oh yes, Drew for inducting me. Coffee for being coffee. Luke for providing coffee, oh I guess I can semi-thank my mom and dad for that whole giving me life thing and………..”


“Okay, Okay sorry I asked.” Tristan raised his hands in defeat.


“Good.” Rory smugly replied.


As they approached the classroom, Rory was reluctant to go in, “I don’t wanna go to class. Wanna skip?”


“No, think of Harvard………”Tristan trailed off.


“Fine, but after school I gotta stop home and get something to wear.” She paused, “And I gotta tell ma.” Rory groaned as she took her seat.


“Want me to drive you? Then we can go to my house, do homework, get ready, and then go clubbing.” He offered. With a nod of her head she accepted the invite.


***After School***

They walked out of class and to their respectful lockers.


Tristan got to his locker and the was an unexpected, and unwanted, guest there. “Hey baby face. I heard your coming with the rest of the group to go clubbing. You got a date? I noticed your virgin is nowhere to be seen. What happened? She didn’t put out quick enough?”


“Boy, Summer, you don’t beat around the bush do you? Yes I’m going; no I don’t have a date, and Rory’s at her locker. Can you move you blocking my path?”

***Rory’s locker***

“I guess your mom was right. You’re flaunting it.” He stated. Rory finally reached her locker where Dean obviously was.


“What the hell are you doing here? We’re not together anymore. I have no business with you.” Rory deadpanned.


“I’m here to take you home, your mom’s orders.”


“Well leave, I have a ride.” After putting her books in her bag, she left to go to Tristan’s locker.

***Tristan’s locker***

“Go away Summer. We are not going out anywhere together.”


“Hey baby.” Rory greeting, coming up to Tristan and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. “Summer.” She finished curtly.


“Rory, your mother told me to not leave unless I have you in my truck and get you home safely. Let’s go.” Dean grabbed her away from Tristan. Instantly Rory was back at Tristan's side.


“Leave her alone, Beave. I’ll take her home. Run home to the barn raisin’ now.”


“No Triscut, you have her over there.” Dean pointed to Summer. “Take her home.”


“Not a bad idea. I like you.” Summer commented. “Let’s go, Tristan.” She clung to his arm.


“No” Tristan got Summer off his arm. “Let’s go Rory.” He dropped his arm around Rory’s shoulders and took her from Dean. They left Chilton.


“That little Bitch.”


“What a Bastard?” Dean and Summer said at the same time. The looked at each other and Summer asked if he wanted to go clubbing with her.


“Sure. I’ll pick you up at 8 O’clock?”


“OR,” she ran a hand over his chest, “you could come over my house for some ‘pre-clubbing’ activities. What do ya say?”


Wrapping an arm around her waist he pretending to think about it. “I say yes.” Dean was one giddy man. Oh well, he thought, Lorelai’ll get over it. With that last thought they were off.


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Chapter 5

(I know I overdid the clothes J I was bored when I wrote this)


Lorelai had yelled, she had screamed and forbid Rory to go out. And yet Rory was there, at Tristan’s house. They had already done their homework and Tristan was ready to go. Rory, on the other hand, was no where near finished. She had brought 4 outfits that she thought Tristan's and the others would like. She was going to model them to get a reaction from Tristan.


First was a pair of baggy black pants, black sneakers, and a shirt that was a tube top with a see though net shirt to go over the top. Tristan’s mouth hit the floor and he stared for a good minute before Rory smirked at him and turned to leave. Boy did she love these reactions.


The next one was a matching baby blue mid thigh skirt and a one-shoulder shirt that diagonally cut across her stomach. There were pale silver stones on the stitching and matching silver shoes. The blue brought out her eyes and the outfit was stunning on her. But too innocent for tonight, Rory thought. Tristan was incapable of talking, still.


Going back into the bathroom she picked up her personal favorite. It was a dark, dark red tube top and a black mini with a heart in the dark red color, located in the left corner. There was also a silt on the right side. A black mid-stomach over jacket and black shoes completed the look. Tristan was on the computer when she was ready to reveal herself.


Slinking over to him, Rory surprised him and sat on his lap. Tristan gasped. “What do ya think?” She got up and twirled. Her hair was done in a messy way, but it went right with the outfit. “This one’s my favorite.”


“I-I-I……… That’s define………,” Tristan nodded his head with approval, gawking at her. “I like” he finally got out.


“Wow, stop the presses, I left the King of comebacks DuGrey speechless.” Rory had control of the conversation.


“It might be a little ripped later so I hope you don’t like it too much.” Or so she thought she had control, her body definitely didn’t. “Let’s go, the club is about 20 minutes away.”


When they arrived at ‘Ten Central’, Drew, Mike, Trev, and Nick were already there and dancing with girls she didn’t know and was pretty sure they didn’t know either. Up the steps and against the railing, she say Summer, or rather Summer’s profile. She was in a lip lock that seemed intense. And her guy was, well, it was never expected, but it was Dean. Leaving Tristan’s side, she danced her way through the crowd until she reached Drew.


Taping him on the shoulder and screaming above the music she asked how long Dean and Summer had been going at it.


“Ever since they got here.” He answered, “Which was, I guess about 10 minutes ago.”


“Thanks!” Rory screamed. She made a beeline to Tristan, “Make out with me!” Tristan looked up from his drink.


“What are you talking about?” He replied


Not wanting to waste time she grabbed Tristan's hand and dragged him to a booth near Dean and Summer. Tristan saw them making out and understood.


Rory pushed Tristan into one side of the booth; she climbed in between his legs and pushed her lips onto his, hard and fierce.


That was the moment that Rory Gilmore had never felt more alive. Pulling back she looked Tristan square in the eyes. He took this moment to adjust his legs so he could get comfortable. Never breaking eye contact, Rory maneuvered herself to sit pressed against him. This time Rory placed a soft, feather-light kiss on his lips. She lingered there a minute until Tristan couldn’t take it any longer and crashed her lips to his.


There lips danced over one another’s, massaging, caressing. Tristan’s hands roamed over the exposed flesh of Rory’s back, causing her to moan.


At the table a little away Dean got up and was on his way down to the bar to get a drink for him and Summer, who was currently flirting with another guy. He noticed a blonde boy and a brunette who looked like Rory, his Rory. Ignoring the fact that it looked like her, he knew that she, of all people, would make out in a booth. He got the drinks and went up the stairs, doing a double take to make sure he was seeing thing correctly.
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Rory and Tristan were so wrapped up in their making out that no one noticed Mr. Floppy Forester (finally he has a last name I mean com’on we knew Tristan’s last name in the first episode (not including the pilot) but this was Rory’s Boyfriend, Geez), approaching them.


“What the hell are you doing?!” Dean yelled. When he didn’t get a reply from either of them, Dean slapped Tristan upside the head.


Tristan pulled away from Rory and ‘owed’, “What the hell?”


“Get away from her jackass,” The fight began. Dean hit Tristan in the head, barely missing Rory.


“Ya know, you’re a real dip. The only way you can hit me is when my date is sitting in front of me and I can’t get up. You really are a bean.” Tristan sassed.


“Deeeeaaaannnnn………” Summer purred walking up to the trio. She stood behind Dean and hipped his neck.


“Summer” Tristan greeted.


“Whatever, com’on lets dance, baby.” Summer pulled Dean away.


“This isn’t over.” Dean grumbled.


Once alone Summer chided Dean, “What were you thinking? You weren’t supposed to do that you jerk? What happened to making them jealous? Behave from now on or else. Got it?” Dean nodded, “Good let’s go.”

***Up in the Booth***

Rory slipped her tongue to Tristan, who gratefully sucked it. But the pressure in his pants was becoming unbearable. Reluctantly he pulled away.


Rory looked at him, bewilderment sketched on her features. Tristan shifted a little and adverted his eyes, afraid to come undone in his pants.


“I see,” Rory said, she made a movement to get up but Tristan grabbed her hand.


“I don’t think you do. Come back Rory you didn’t do anything wrong, only right. You see,” He brought Rory’s and to his pants and pressed the palm of her hand to his bulge, “You see what you did Rory.” She timidly stroked and explored. Tristan hissed and took her hand away.


“But you see, my girl,” his hand drifted up the inside of her thigh, “The effects are mutual.” Tristan let one finger sweep the bottom of her panties. Rory jumped, and kept her lust-hazed eyes on Tristan as he withdrew his hand and brought it to her back. He pulled her to straddle him. Which they had to do carefully so no one would see her red panties.


***Dance floor***

Dean saw them, “Oh my God, she’s wearing red underwear for him.”

***Booth***

“What do YOU want, Miss Gilmore?” Tristan asked seductively running his hand through her hair pulling her head back.


Rory turned her head down to face him, “I want to go home.” She smiled at his shocked expression. “Please take me home.”


Tristan returned her smiled, the innocent, scared Rory was still here, “Sure let’s go.”


(I really don’t like writing car rides sooo……….)


They went back to Tristan’s to get Rory’s stuff and then to Stars Hollow.


Being the gentleman that he is, Tristan walked Rory to the door, “Although I can’t say I’m not disappointed, it was prob………”


Rory kissed him, backing Tristan against the house for support. Her mouth attacked his with fire hot kisses. All Tristan could do was return the favor by sucking her lips with more fire hot kisses.


Unbeknownst to them, Lorelai had opened the door and was watching the make out session, until she saw two tongues practically trying to devour each other, one that belonged to her daughter, her baby girl. “And the winner of the best kiss movie award goes to Rory and Tristan.” She pretended to be at the MTV movie awards. “Break it up, break………it………up.” She said as she saw more slipping of probing tongues. Neither was paying attention to poor Lorelai. “Ok now I feel neglected. Time to play dirty………but not like them dirty………Hey Rory,” she slapped Rory upside the head (you know how those are there playful but serious) They stopped, frozen. “A mother, especially me, should never have to see her daughter EVER kissing a guy like that. OR being kissed like that. Both of you inside NOW!” Rory and Tristan looked guiltily at each other and followed Lorelai's pointing finger.


Tristan sat on the couch and Rory sat on his lap, kissing his ear, “Rory stop, this is not exactly the best moment.”


“Ya know he’s right Rory. Go to your room, I want to talk to Tristan.” Lorelai demeaned.


“Whatever, mother,” Rory marched off to her room.


“You,” Lorelai started venomously, “You are just going along, aren’t you? Ya know what don’t even answer that, yet. Listen, she’s experimenting with you and if I find out that your sleeping with her, you lose something very near and dear to all of the females you plan to be with. Or if you pressure her to sleep with you. Listen Rory’s doesn’t need this ‘stage’ to ruing her future, got it?”


“You obviously don’t know much about your daughter these last couple of days, do you?” Tristan answered.


“How dare you come into MY house and talk E thE that way?” Lorelai cried in anger.


“I’ll take that as you don’t know much. Rory isn’t doing anything wrong. Everyone goes through that ‘stage’, as you called it, in their life when they rebel. It’s natural.” Tristan glanced down the hallway and back at Lorelai, “Besides, her conscience is too native and innocent to do anything like that. I’m going, tell Rory I said bye.” He got up and walked out the door.


Not even looking back to see the normally talkative Lorelai Gilmore speechless. “What the hell?” The words hung in the air, spoken to no one in particular.


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