In the Closet
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G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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slapped in the face
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers, I couldn’t have finished this without you. I’m going to move on to the Trory story I promised before…a normal non fantasy-ridden PG-13 story. Hop you enjoy this chapter as much as the previous ones, even though it’s not as hot and heavy.
Rock on…Keren
It felt like she was slapped in the face. Hard.
“What did you just say?”
“Never mind,” he said a he started gathering his clothes.
“No, not never mind. What did you mean by that?” Rory is terrified at this point that he knows something he shouldn’t.
“Well, don’t kill me, alright? The other day I saw you in here. I was sitting back there, and you came in and you started…doing your thing…and I didn’t know what to do…and besides, it was pretty fucking hot. I’ve been waiting six years to find you again, and this is what happens…talk about blowing my mind!”
Rory stands there speechless, not knowing what to do. **He knows** is the only thing running through her head.
“Rory Gilmore, speechless. I never thought I would see the day.”
The use of her real name snapped her out of it. “So you do know my name. I’m impressed.” Pause. “So now what? Is that all you wanted from me?”
His face grows serious. “Is that all you want from me?”
She opened her mouth and then shut it, unsure of exactly what she wanted.
“I have to go. I’ll see you later.” With that she ran out of the closet and towards class.
Later that night, Tristan was still thinking about the storage closet. It was driving him crazy leaving that conversation unfinished. He resolved to get his answer before the night was over.
He found Rory’s dorm room with ease, and was surprised to see Paris Gellar open the door. “You live with Mary?”
“Well if it isn’t Tristan DuGrey, King of Chilton. To what do I owe this honor?” Her tone couldn’t possibly have been dryer.
“Actually I need to speak with Rory. We had a small argument this afternoon, and I want to apologize.”
“Whatever floats your boat, I’m off to see my professor.” She closed the door behind her and left Tristan alone in the room.
Rory was on her bed, half asleep. She was mostly under the covers, but huld uld tell exactly what she was up to. She was getting herself off again. **So hot. So losing control of myself here.** The thoughts were lost as he joined her under the covers. He lay there for a minute, enjoying the fact that she didn’t know he was right next to her. She must not have started too much earlier because her pace was still pretty slow.
Gently, he put his hand on top of hers and began stimulating her, parting her lips so that he could insert his fingers.
Her eyes opened with recognition that this was reality, not fantasy, but Tristan stopped her before panic set in. He kissed her fully and deeply, pulling himself on top of her.
He unhooked her bra, removing it along with her shirt. Rory accommodated him by removing her underwear altogether. With record speed, he removed all of his clothing as well, and returned to pleasuring her. He sucked on her nipples, pinching them now and then as she stroked his penis, their hips moving in sync.
“Tristan,” she whispered with pleading eyes.
“Are you sure?”
In answer, Rory took a condom out of her nightstand and handed it to him. He unwrapped it and slid it on, not believing was about to happen.
Making sure she was ready for him, Tristan teased her clit for another minute. Slowly he entered her…or he tried. As soon as she could feel that he was halfway inside her she slammed her hips up to his. The sensation rocked his mind, and he kept up a pretty fast pace, doing his best not to end it quickly. Her moans were getting louder, so he muffled her with his own lips. They flipped over and she sat up, riding him while giving him a full frontal view at the same time. It was too much, he knew that it was going to be done soon. He flipped her back over and rammed into her one, two, three, four times before he screamed her name out for the entire campus to hear. He couldn’t’ hear her screams over his, but saw her relief in her beautiful blue eyes. They collapsed in the bed together, silent and understanding of each other, and drifted off to sleep.
Dreaming dirty thoughts of each other, of course.
Rock on…Keren
It felt like she was slapped in the face. Hard.
“What did you just say?”
“Never mind,” he said a he started gathering his clothes.
“No, not never mind. What did you mean by that?” Rory is terrified at this point that he knows something he shouldn’t.
“Well, don’t kill me, alright? The other day I saw you in here. I was sitting back there, and you came in and you started…doing your thing…and I didn’t know what to do…and besides, it was pretty fucking hot. I’ve been waiting six years to find you again, and this is what happens…talk about blowing my mind!”
Rory stands there speechless, not knowing what to do. **He knows** is the only thing running through her head.
“Rory Gilmore, speechless. I never thought I would see the day.”
The use of her real name snapped her out of it. “So you do know my name. I’m impressed.” Pause. “So now what? Is that all you wanted from me?”
His face grows serious. “Is that all you want from me?”
She opened her mouth and then shut it, unsure of exactly what she wanted.
“I have to go. I’ll see you later.” With that she ran out of the closet and towards class.
Later that night, Tristan was still thinking about the storage closet. It was driving him crazy leaving that conversation unfinished. He resolved to get his answer before the night was over.
He found Rory’s dorm room with ease, and was surprised to see Paris Gellar open the door. “You live with Mary?”
“Well if it isn’t Tristan DuGrey, King of Chilton. To what do I owe this honor?” Her tone couldn’t possibly have been dryer.
“Actually I need to speak with Rory. We had a small argument this afternoon, and I want to apologize.”
“Whatever floats your boat, I’m off to see my professor.” She closed the door behind her and left Tristan alone in the room.
Rory was on her bed, half asleep. She was mostly under the covers, but huld uld tell exactly what she was up to. She was getting herself off again. **So hot. So losing control of myself here.** The thoughts were lost as he joined her under the covers. He lay there for a minute, enjoying the fact that she didn’t know he was right next to her. She must not have started too much earlier because her pace was still pretty slow.
Gently, he put his hand on top of hers and began stimulating her, parting her lips so that he could insert his fingers.
Her eyes opened with recognition that this was reality, not fantasy, but Tristan stopped her before panic set in. He kissed her fully and deeply, pulling himself on top of her.
He unhooked her bra, removing it along with her shirt. Rory accommodated him by removing her underwear altogether. With record speed, he removed all of his clothing as well, and returned to pleasuring her. He sucked on her nipples, pinching them now and then as she stroked his penis, their hips moving in sync.
“Tristan,” she whispered with pleading eyes.
“Are you sure?”
In answer, Rory took a condom out of her nightstand and handed it to him. He unwrapped it and slid it on, not believing was about to happen.
Making sure she was ready for him, Tristan teased her clit for another minute. Slowly he entered her…or he tried. As soon as she could feel that he was halfway inside her she slammed her hips up to his. The sensation rocked his mind, and he kept up a pretty fast pace, doing his best not to end it quickly. Her moans were getting louder, so he muffled her with his own lips. They flipped over and she sat up, riding him while giving him a full frontal view at the same time. It was too much, he knew that it was going to be done soon. He flipped her back over and rammed into her one, two, three, four times before he screamed her name out for the entire campus to hear. He couldn’t’ hear her screams over his, but saw her relief in her beautiful blue eyes. They collapsed in the bed together, silent and understanding of each other, and drifted off to sleep.
Dreaming dirty thoughts of each other, of course.