Tiskets, Taskets and Tristans

style='font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"'>** Part 7

Tristan
was having a hard time concentrating on the road.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rory was fidgeting in her seat again.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> When she fidgeted, her breasts bounced lightly…
they had been driving him crazy all night.

As
they had walked up the steps into the Opera House earlier that evening, the
moonlight had shone through Rory’s thin dress, and for couple of seconds, for
an all too short a moment, Tristan was allowed a perfect silhouette of Rory’s
body underneath her dress.

The
perfectly rounded curves of the underside of her breasts caught his attention
immediately, and he could have easily lost himself in images of Rory
bare-breasted on his lap accepting his passionate kisses…style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He certainly would have lost himself had he
not also noticed that he could see the tight lithe lines of her stomach before
they disappeared into the shadows of the dress only to reappear as an outline
of the small of her back and the beginnings of her…

Tristan’s
breathing stopped, his chest tightened and his mouth went dry.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He never indulged in the idea that Rory could
be so… uninhibited, but there she was, walking up the steps in front of him, a
perfect image of composure. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Had she done this before?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His erection strained inside his pants and he
nearly lost it as he followed the sight of her long naked legs and found
nothing resembling underwear underneath…

And
now, here she was, fidgeting in her seat.

Images
of her pale milky thighs made his pulse quicken… style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Thoughts of taking her rosy-colored nipples in
his mouth…

style='font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"'>Shitstyle='font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"'>.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He desperately wanted to kiss her class=SpellE>pouty lips, playfully lick her earlobes… hear her breath
come out in tiny timid breaths as he ran his fingertips lightly up her arms to
lift the thin dress straps off her shoulders…

“class=GramE>It’s not gonna happen” Rory cut
the silence.

“Excuse
me?” Tristan turned a bright crimson. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Had he said any of that out loud?

“I’m
not kissing you goodnight” Rory said rebelliously, “I can see you licking your
lips; I know what is going on inside that perverted head of yours… it’s not
going to happen.”

style='font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"'>If you only
did know… Tristan thought swallowing the leer fighting to form on his
lips. Tristan braved a quick glance at
his date, “A little pompous are we tonight?”

“Just
when I know that I’m right” Her eyes were wide and playful.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Despite her reservations about the evening
she had to admit, she was having a good time.

“How
do you know that my lips just weren’t dry?” Tristan fell into the banter
easily, comfortably.

“Because they’re not dry!style='font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"'> They’re…”

She
wanted to say perfect, style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>wonderful, scrumptious, but that would have implied that she had been looking
at his lips all throughout dinner and he would surely pick up on that, but she
had, she hadn’t been able to help herself.
Tristan had an incredibly sexy smile, a smile that he was giving her now
in between glances to the road.

“…never
mind.” She took the easy way out.

“So...
You’re kissing me goodnight?” Tristan tested the waters.

“That’s
right. I mean No!style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’m not!”

Tristan
nodded driving in silence. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Warm, Tristan decided, not boiling over
yet… but definitely not cold or room temperature.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He liked his odds.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rory fidgeted in her seat, Tristan thought
she looked adorable when she fidgeted.

“--and
you’re okay with that?”

“Well,
it’s not like I have a choice in the matter now do I?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Tristan did his best to sound indifferent.

“No,
you don’t.”

“Because
apparently, you’ve been calling the shots tonight”

“Right.” Rory furrowed her brow but answered
without thinking.

“Because
this whole night has been under your terms” Tristan continued.

Rory
wasn’t sure where he was going with this; she had thought she was a step ahead
of him. Now, she felt like she had to
hurry up to just catch up.

“Umm…
That’s right.”

“Okay
then” Tristan said simply, no flourish, he just continued driving.

“Okay.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Had she won?
What had just happened? Why did
she not feel like she had won?

“Umm…style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Do you
want to kiss me goodnight?” Rory bit
her lip in anticipation; she didn’t have to wait long for Tristan’s answer.

“No.”

“Oh…”
Rory exclaimed feeling two inches tall.
She wanted to say something, but didn’t know what.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Still,
she thought, she should say something and was right about to open her mouth
when she felt the car slow down,

“Here
we go” Tristan said cutting the engine and getting out of the car before Rory
even realized they were in front of her house.
The rejection she felt just then almost hurt.

“Umm…
I was sorta thinking…” she began timidly as they
walked up her porch, hell, she was a Gilmore… Stubbornness was built into their
genes, “that I wouldn’t be too adverse to umm…”

Tristan
stepped up to be closer to her; eyes blazing like pools of ice water,

“Yeahclass=GramE>?...”

“That
umm… I wouldn’t--” Rory stumbled as her foot missed one of the steps a bit but
recuperated before Tristan could offer her some help.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She silently climbed the rest of the way and
gasped when she turned around to find Tristan inches from her, his face easily
within licking distance… those lips of
his were definitely not dry…

“Rory?”
His voice was throaty… dry. Rory
swallowed for him.

“Yeah?”

Tristan
brought his face even closer to hers; he brought his lips close to her ear,
their cheeks almost touching. Rory
closed her eyes,

“On my terms next time.”style='font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"'>

Rory
opened her eyes in time to see the smirk on his smug face as he pulled
away. His eyes sparkled with repressed
laughter as he climbed in his car and noiselessly pulled away leaving her
open-mouthed and confused.