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In the Closet
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G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
21,893
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Gilmore Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
back again
A/N: So here’s chapter 2, requested by popular demand. I was thinking of putting in a 3rd chapter, and leaving it at that. Someone commented that this wasn’t very Rory-like, and that is true. But I you you enjoy it anyway. Thanks for your reviews, you are very kind to my ego.
*Three days later…*
What a horrible date. Grandma had set her up with another one of her society friends son’s. Preston. **Preston.** As if the name didn’t say it all. He was stuff, conceited, arrogant, and most of all, incredibly not funny. She wasn’t aware that so much non-funny could be bottled up into one person. This was the kind of guy her and Lorelai would mock from the sidelines. Ugh. Never. Again.
Rory wanted a real guy. One who wasn’t a mamma’s boy, had a brain of his own. One who was smart, could keep up with her, having good looks wouldn’t hurt either. But who could give her the challenge she needed? A picture formed in her head before the thought was finished.
Tristan DuGrey. The evil one himself. Evil, conceited, arrogant, and perfect for her in every other way. She looked at her watch…there was an hour before her next class. Enough time to calm down. She hoped.
She found the storage closet, at this point considering it her own personal hideout. Once inside, she sighed with relief.
Tristan couldn’t believe it was going to happen again. Did she really not know he was there last time, watching the whole thing?
*I don’t think I can sit through this again, I have to say something.*
She was about to start her ritual once again when she heard a sound from the corner.
“Well if it isn’t Mary. What are you doing in here Mary?” The voice and smirk were unmistakable.
“Tristan, when you are going to learn my name is Rory? I mean, it’s been years and yet you still assume I’m a Mary.” Her hands were on her hips, frustration very apparent.
“Oh, Mary, no matter who you’ve been with or what you’ve done, you will always be my Mary.”
He was about a foot away from her now, she didn’t notice that he had moved from his original spot.
“Since when am I **your** Mary.”
Six inches apart.
“Is it hot in here?”
“Are you still trying to hide that you want me?”
Three inches.
“I hate you Tristan, you knew it then, and you know it now.”
She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face, aching for him to just kiss her already.
“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”
“I—I don’t know,” she whispered as he leaned in and kissed her.
It was everything she had fantasized about.
He pushed his body against hers, demanding entrance to her mouth. It was years of pent of frustration on his part. Since the first day he met her so many years ago, this is what he wanted, and now he’s got it.
Her hands found their way into his hair pushing back just as hard. Ever so slightly she shifted her hips, grinding against him, eliciting a moan that turned her on even more. She didn’t care that he was the bane of her existence, she wanted him, and she wanted him now.
He guided her to the floor and started to explore. Within minutes only their underwear remained. He massaged her breast as he continued to grind his hips with hers. She rolled him over and straddled him, still moving her lower body, she removed her bra. He instantly flipped her back over and devoured her nipples, first the right, than the left, slightly biting them, causing her to moan. She reached her hand towards his groin, grabbing his very hard shaft. He gasped at her touch, unable to move. She moved for him. Turning him over once more, she kissed her way from his lips to his boxers, his breath getting heavier. She looked up at him as she pulled down his underwear and took his cock into her mouth. His eyes rolled back with pleasure as she moved it in and out of her mouth, softly humming, giving off vibrations. “Rory!” He cried as he came into her mouth, relief, pleasure, excitement and bewilderment washing over him all at once. She licked him clean before returning to his face.
He palmed her while kissing her neck. He wanted her to feel as much pleasure as he had. While teasing her clit with one finger, he inserted two… her groan let him know he was on the right path. He let his fingers move faster, taking her breast into her mouth. She was digging her nails into his back, letting him know how much she was enjoying herself. She arched her back as the screamed his name. He lay down next her, holding her.
“How did it compare to your fantasy?” he whispered in her ear.
TBC
*Three days later…*
What a horrible date. Grandma had set her up with another one of her society friends son’s. Preston. **Preston.** As if the name didn’t say it all. He was stuff, conceited, arrogant, and most of all, incredibly not funny. She wasn’t aware that so much non-funny could be bottled up into one person. This was the kind of guy her and Lorelai would mock from the sidelines. Ugh. Never. Again.
Rory wanted a real guy. One who wasn’t a mamma’s boy, had a brain of his own. One who was smart, could keep up with her, having good looks wouldn’t hurt either. But who could give her the challenge she needed? A picture formed in her head before the thought was finished.
Tristan DuGrey. The evil one himself. Evil, conceited, arrogant, and perfect for her in every other way. She looked at her watch…there was an hour before her next class. Enough time to calm down. She hoped.
She found the storage closet, at this point considering it her own personal hideout. Once inside, she sighed with relief.
Tristan couldn’t believe it was going to happen again. Did she really not know he was there last time, watching the whole thing?
*I don’t think I can sit through this again, I have to say something.*
She was about to start her ritual once again when she heard a sound from the corner.
“Well if it isn’t Mary. What are you doing in here Mary?” The voice and smirk were unmistakable.
“Tristan, when you are going to learn my name is Rory? I mean, it’s been years and yet you still assume I’m a Mary.” Her hands were on her hips, frustration very apparent.
“Oh, Mary, no matter who you’ve been with or what you’ve done, you will always be my Mary.”
He was about a foot away from her now, she didn’t notice that he had moved from his original spot.
“Since when am I **your** Mary.”
Six inches apart.
“Is it hot in here?”
“Are you still trying to hide that you want me?”
Three inches.
“I hate you Tristan, you knew it then, and you know it now.”
She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face, aching for him to just kiss her already.
“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”
“I—I don’t know,” she whispered as he leaned in and kissed her.
It was everything she had fantasized about.
He pushed his body against hers, demanding entrance to her mouth. It was years of pent of frustration on his part. Since the first day he met her so many years ago, this is what he wanted, and now he’s got it.
Her hands found their way into his hair pushing back just as hard. Ever so slightly she shifted her hips, grinding against him, eliciting a moan that turned her on even more. She didn’t care that he was the bane of her existence, she wanted him, and she wanted him now.
He guided her to the floor and started to explore. Within minutes only their underwear remained. He massaged her breast as he continued to grind his hips with hers. She rolled him over and straddled him, still moving her lower body, she removed her bra. He instantly flipped her back over and devoured her nipples, first the right, than the left, slightly biting them, causing her to moan. She reached her hand towards his groin, grabbing his very hard shaft. He gasped at her touch, unable to move. She moved for him. Turning him over once more, she kissed her way from his lips to his boxers, his breath getting heavier. She looked up at him as she pulled down his underwear and took his cock into her mouth. His eyes rolled back with pleasure as she moved it in and out of her mouth, softly humming, giving off vibrations. “Rory!” He cried as he came into her mouth, relief, pleasure, excitement and bewilderment washing over him all at once. She licked him clean before returning to his face.
He palmed her while kissing her neck. He wanted her to feel as much pleasure as he had. While teasing her clit with one finger, he inserted two… her groan let him know he was on the right path. He let his fingers move faster, taking her breast into her mouth. She was digging her nails into his back, letting him know how much she was enjoying herself. She arched her back as the screamed his name. He lay down next her, holding her.
“How did it compare to your fantasy?” he whispered in her ear.
TBC