rehearsals

tristan was driving rory home after school. she leant across and palmed him through his pants as he drove. He looked her and smirked.

"god mary...aren't you the little slut nowadays...can't even wait until we get back to your place now?"

Rory was always torn between being turned on or offended when he said such things. She decided to get even and slid over on the seat, breathing hot on his neck, her hands running down the seam of his thin school uniform pants. Her nails bit gently into the skin beneath and tristan actually had to readjust himself. Stupid teenage hormones, he was hard the moment he saw her half the time. Rory oved to see him squirm for once instead of being the one subjected to it. She also loved the look of tristan in his uniform, she planned to remove it as soon as possible though.

"Tristan?"

"mmm..." he responded trying desperately to concentrate on the road and not on her hand fumbling with his fly.

"do you still want me if i'm such a slut...or am i not challenge enough for you now?" rory asked cheekily biting her lower lip and moving her hand quicker along his length.

He looked her sideways, knew she was asking one of those hard to answer questions. A question that was posed as a joke but hid an underlying insecurity. He shook his head a small smile playing on his lips.

"you never could be rory. You might like sex, but we both know just because you enjoy it, doesn't mean you're suddenly going to let just any guy in your pants. I know you're not in love with me or anything, but even though we have our differences, i think we're kind of...i don't know...maybe friends..." he trailed off avoiding her eyes embarassed.

he had let his guard down with her again, it was happening much too often for his liking.

They pulled up into the driveway of her house and strolled up casually in case anyone happened to be watching them...god tristan hated this whole town. God forbid he should be seen with it's princess. it looked for all the world as if they were study partners if anyone cared to ask when they saw them together this way.

As soon as they had closed the door behind them the pretense was abandoned and their hands were pretty much everywhere, tristan's blazer and tie falling to the ground along with rory's blouse. they moved eagerly backing into her room through the hallway, tongues entwining, halfnaked and curses tumbling from their mouths. Rory knocked into something tall as she entered the bedroom and stopped abruptly..... to see her boyfriend standing in it's entrance.



Tristan wanted to be smug but commonsense prevailed when he saw the stone cold look on dean's face, and rory pushed her way out of his arms as if he were poision.

Dean just picked up his bag and pushed passed them, rory chasing after him, trying desperately to convince him to stay and listen to her without success. She came back into the house tears streaming down her face. It made him ache. He should feel victorious but instead he just wanted to comfort her and tell her it would all be okay. that confused him further, and as he stepped towards her she stepped away, shaking her head violently.

"...oh god...what have i done...?"

She asked him to leave and he did so silently.