In the Closet

A/N: So I really hated leaving it with that shitty last chapter. I apologize, I felt hindred and wasn’t too happy with the turnout. I hop this makes up for it.

Rock on…Keren

Graduation day was supposed to be a happy day. But all it left Rory with was sadness. She didn’t want to leave the safe world of college. Well, at least she already had a job with **The New York Times.** Most or clr classmates were still job hunting.
Her family had already left, she told them she wanted to see some friends and would join them for a celebratory dinner later. Really she just wanted to walk around and think. Savor her last moments here.
Without realizing it, she came upon a very familiar door. It was her hiding place. The storage closet.
Tentatively, she opened the door and stepped inside. Some of the stuff was different, but the room basically the same. A slight shuffle in the far corner caught her attention.
“Hey Mary,” smirked Tristan.
“That name doesn’t quite suit me anymore, does it? You of all people should know that.” Her tone was light and friendly, she found herself smiling at the blonde man before her.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I actually have no idea, I was wandering around and just sort of ended up here. What about you?”
“The same.” For a few minutes they just looked at each other.
“Ahem…well…I guess I should get going. It was good seeing you aga—”
“Wait,” he said cutting her o
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**She looked at him with questioning eyes. He was brining back feelings she had long pushed to the back burner. She needed to get out of there before something stupid happened.
“Do you remember the first time you came in here? When everything started and you didn’t know I saw?”
Rory blushed but nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“Well, I was hoping you would do me the honor of reenacting that little scene, as a sort of graduation gift…” His voice was getting gruffer, eyes growing darker.
She opened her mouth to speak, but he put his hands on her lips before she could get anything out. “Please,” he whispered into her ear.
At this point he had backed her up against a wall. With one hand against the wall to support him and the other on her lips, she just nodded and closed her eyes.
He watched her pull up the hem of her skirt and push her panties aside. She started to tease herself, slowly at first…knowing he was there was making this time a little more intense.
“I want you to come for me Rory,” he told her in a husky voice. His breath tickled her face, but in a good way. Him being so close made it easier for her, and the pace quickened. He began a soft trail of kisses on her neck, her jaw line, and hovered right above her mouth. She could feel the wetness between her legs increasing, and moaned with pleasure. “That’s it, keep it up,” his right hand joined hers and he took over teasing her clit while she inserted her own fingers into herself. Rory’s legs were quivering with anticipation of the pending orgasm. She knew this was going to be incredible. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but needed her other hand for support. “Oh, Tristan,” she moaned over and over, her juices flowing freely, the sensations rippling up her spine. His breath was heavy and labored. “Look at me,” came another quiet order. She opened hees aes and looked straight into his as the orgasm took her over, never having been more turned on. **

“Rory! Rory? Did you hear what I just said?” Tristan was standing there, looking at her oddly.
Rory snapped back to reality, realizing that it was all a daydream…nothing had happened today. She calmed her frantic mind and asked him, “I’m sorry, what? I spaced out for a minute there.”
“Yeah, I see that. I asked if I could call you this summer. I might be up in New York for a while, so maybe we could have dinner or something?” I wonder what she was thinking about.
“Um, yeah, sure. That would be great.” I have to get out of here, being in this room with him is a very very bad idea.
She smiled at him one more time and hurriedly got out of the storage closet, leaving him standing there bewildered.