Coming Up Roses
Coming Up Roses
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Rating: NC17
Summary: In the rose garden of the Country Club, Rory and Tristan
dance to the distant sounds of the Valentines Ball.
Things
to include: Jewellery, Roses & Coffee.
Things
not to include: A weak climax.
A/N:
This was written for the Trory Valentines exchange. Thanks to BehrBeMine for
the challenge words J
to MsLessa who fielded my request. What a fantastical job she did with it!
Thanks
of course go to Hilz, my beta, who worked with me on this even though she doesn’t
read trory. Love ya babe.
Coming Up Roses
The
dangly earrings that her mother had lent her were tickling her collarbones,
sending goose bumps across her skin, hardening her nipples. The silk strapless
dress she was wearing should have been enough to keep her warm in the Club’s
Ball Room, but out on the balcony with the cool breeze blowing across her bare
shoulders she should have been cooling down fast.
But
she wasn’t.
She
could still feel his eyes on her.
Rory
knew that if she turned and looked at him, met his eyes that they would hold
her, she would enter stasis and not be able to move until he touched her. She
hated that feeling of complete helplessness that overtook her body before he
touched her.
And
she loved it.
Loved
knowing that as soon as his fingers brushed her back or his hands rubbed her
arms that she would be moving again.
Towards
him.
With
him.
For
him.
Tristan.
She
shivered, cold now and knew he was no longer watching her. Rory turned and
stood in the arched doorway of the balcony, watching as he moved in perfect time
to the slow waltz around the dance floor. He moved with a fluid grace to the
beat, holding his dance partner firmly, confidently.
And
Rory knew how it felt. She had danced with him many times. Dancing with him was
always a pleasure.
A
waltz at a formal dance, a courtship where he let her know that his arms would
be better placed than on her shoulder and hip.
A
slow dance at a party, foreplay where she could taste his cologne in the air
above his skin and melt in his heat as his body moved along hers.
A
dance at a club to a faster song was hot sweaty bodies grinding against each
other. It was sex with clothes on.
Looking
away before he could lock his eyes with her Rory slipped around the edge of the
dance floor up to the bar. She watched him in the mirror behind the bar as he
worked his way across the room to slip up behind her. He leaned one arm on the
bar to the side of her, his front brushing up against her back. The bartender
handed her a wine glass and ever so lightly his other hand brushed back and
forth against her hip.
“Scotch,
neat.” His breath tickled her ear as he leaned into her and whispered. “Do you
want to dance?”
He
wasn’t talking about anything to do with the music echoing through the hall.
She
shrugged and turned to leave, his hand trailing from her hip across her back as
she walked away from him.
Again.
She
had done that twice already tonight and it was driving Tristan insane.
She
was playing with him, and on any other occasion he’d be enjoying it. But not
tonight, tonight he was burning. He held himself back, letting the embers of
his slow burn smoulder, watching as Rory downed the wine she held and snagged
another from the passing waiter.
He
hadn’t been counting, but she had to be on to at least her fourth wine of the evening
and that combined with however many champagnes she’d had during the afternoon’s
activities would make for a less inhibited Rory.
She
wasn’t drunk, but he could tell by the way she was swaying to the beat that she
wanted to dance.
He
just had to get her out of here.
Now.
He
slowly started towards her, effortlessly fending off the people who wanted him.
His time, his smile, his attention. It was annoying.
Right
now his time, smile and attention were all for her.
She
was leading him out on the balcony, not that she knew, she had her back to him,
refusing to meet his eyes for what she knew she would see in them.
Tristan
stopped and leaned back against the wall watching her, still, again, always
watching her as she leaned out over the balcony and looked at the landscaped
gardens below. She slowly turned to meet his steady gaze.
The
stare she had felt on her back ever since she had left him at the bar.
She
met his eyes.
Stasis.
Everything
slowed down.
She
could feel it, knew that everyone knew the thoughts going through her mind.
Thoughts
of Tristan, his golden skin slickly sliding across hers.
Tasting
salty and bitter from the combination of his sweat and cologne.
His
back muscles undulating under her fingers.
Laughter
pealed high pitched from the mouths of the socialite women inside the ballroom.
Men
laughed loudly throwing their shoulders back while their hands held their
stomachs.
Tristan’s
eyes were the only ones she could see and fee her her, but she knew everyone
knew. Her thoughts were written across her face for all to see.
Then
his hand skimmed her collarbone and settled on her shoulder. She drew breath,
shaking as the music sped back up and the voices of the people inside returned
to normal volume.
His
eyes drifted down Rory’s face, neck and chest as hers fell closed. He leaned
in.
“Do
you want to dance?”
She
nodded, wordlessly agreeing with what he was suggesting.
Tristan
took her hand, bringing it to his mouth as her eyes opened again. Lightly
sucking on her knuckle, flicking his tongue out across her soft skin, he
wrapped an arm around her shoulder, guiding her away from the ballroom and down
the balcony steps.
Together
they ed sed silently through the gardens leading up to the main clubhouse where
the valet would bring his car around.
Tristan
pulled at her arm, swerving into a darker area of the garden.
Rory
reached out, trailing her hand lightly along the soft leafy hedge that walled
off the edge of the rose garden. Reaching the dark entrance, Tristan pushed her
into the enclosure, his arm still firmly wrapped around her shoulders, his
fingers grasping at her upper arm as he guided her into the centre of the
garden where the old stone gazebo sat, faintly lit by lights of the high
ceiling in the ballroom shining over the bushy walls.
Tristan
removed his arm and Rory shivered even as he continued his slow burn.
The
absence of his heated arm, her dangling earrings tickling against her
collarbones and a cool breeze sent more goose bumps across her pale and lightly
flushed skin.
Tristan’s
breathing hitched slightly as her nipples hardened once again beneath the soft
silk of her dress.
He
backed her up against the cool gazebo wall between two rosebushes that brushed against
her dress and a few times snagged the material with their small thorns.
She
could feel the smooth worn stones digging into backback.
She
shivered again as both Tristan’s hands ripped the heads off the nearby roses
and showered her with the soft deep red petals.
Tristan
dipped his head towards her. Rory closed her eyes and opened her mouth in
anticipation of his kiss but was shocked and aroused when he only licked her
bottom lip.
Pulling
away again Tristan took both her hands in one of his and held them above her
head.
His
other hand worked at the zipper located or sir side. He slid it down, the
rasping sound unusually loud in the silence where all they could hear was their
own uneven breathing and the occasional loud voice from the ball.
Letting
her hands drop to his shoulders, Tristan finally leaned in and kissed her, his
teeth nipped, his lips sucked and his tongue caressed. Rory slid her hands
around his neck, undoing his bowtie and the buttons of his shirt. She let it
hang open, scratching at his nipples as he pushed her dress down past her
stomach and over her hips.
His
hands undis ows own zipper, freeing himself even as Rory kicked the dress out
of the way, onto the soft grass behind him. The small thorns of the roses
scratched at her legs, but before she had time to notice, Tristan had ran his
hands back up her thighs, over her smooth hips and ribs.
His
slow burn flamed into raging heat as he realised she had been naked under the
dress the entire night.
He
roughly grabbed her rear, lifting her, pulling her to him, pushing himself into
her even as she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched against him as he
ran them both into the stonewall behind Rory’s back.
He
ripped his mouth from hers and her keening moan grew louder and more pronounced
as they continued to dance.
Tristan’s
lips sought her neck, where her earrings got in the way of the soft skin that
he wanted to taste.
Her
nails dug into his shoulders, digging harder as more thorns found their way
into her legs, digging harder as he moved his hips faster.
Tristan
growled in frustration that he could get to her neck and bit her shoulder. Rory
cried out and her legs tightened around his hips.
More
petals fell between them, the scent now overpowering the smell of sex, overpowering
the smell of their hard worked sweat.
Tristan
moved one hand from her rear letting his body hold her up against the wall and
brought it up to her breast, squeezing it and pinching her nipple before
sliding it down her stomach loosening sweat-stuck crushed petals that fell to
the ground even as his hand moved to her clit where he rubbed at her in time to
the pace he had set himself.
Her
moans turned to cries as he grunted in her ear.
Tristan
pulled his hand up to his mouth, tasting her and roses on his fingers before
she gripped his hair and pulled him into a kiss that was all clashing teeth and
bruising lips. His hand moved to rear again and he used his arm muscles to help
move her on him.
Rory’s
heels dug into Tristan’s back and her fingers pulled his hair as she felt the
swift movement of heat swell through her body, her throat closing as she tried
to scream, the only sound escaping was her breath as it rasped in Tristan’s
ear. Tristan kept pushing into her, making her ride out her orgasm even as her
clenching muscles pulled his out of him, his hoarse voice sounding out her name
as he suddenly held them still against the cool stone wall.
They
kissed again, less intense now as they felt her muscles relaxing. Tristan
pulled himself out slowly as they both winced slightly, letting Rory’s legs
gently down to the ground, holding her as she regained equilibrium.
Rory
could feel everything now.
Her
legs stung, her lips were bruised and her leg muscles ached from holding onto
his hips.
But
she was glowing, perfumed with a strong rose scent and salty sweat.
Tristan
turned and picked up her dress.
“You
owe me for this one.”
Tristan
refitted his pants as he raised a brow before bending to offer a shoulder for
her to hold onto as she stepped into the dress. “How do you figure?”
“Look
at my legs.” Tristan dropped the dress and grabbed her calf bringing it closer
to his face. Tiny drops of blood had seeped from the small rose thorn
scratches. “When we get home, I want a bubble bath, I want coffee and I want a
back rub.”
Tristan
let her leg down satisfied that no major injuries had been sustained and lifted
the dress up her naked body, letting her hold it to her chest as he zipped it at
the side. She smoothed a few wrinkles out, glad that silk did not crease.
“The
bath will sting. It will be too late for coffee by the time we get home. The
back rub you can have.”
“So
stop at Starbucks.”
Tristan
deftly redid his buttons with Rory’s help hindering more often than not,
leaving the bowtie dangle around his neck.
Tidy
once again Tristan wrapped his arm around Rory’s shoulder and led her away from
the gazebo and out of the enclosure towards the clubhouse once more. “Why
should you get all this? I should get the bubble bath and back rub. You came
and I did all the hard work.”
Rory
leaned up and whispered in his ear.
Tristan
nodded emphatically as she pulled away. “Ok, coffee from Starbucks. For that
I’ll even get you two coffees.”
Rory
smiled, shaking her head slightly at how easy it was to manipulate Tristan.
The
cool breeze picked up again and her mother’s earrings once again tickled her
collarbones sending goose bumps across her skin and making her nipples hard
under the silk dress. His arm across her shoulder tightened in recognition and
he hurried their steps towards the clubhouse and a cab while the scent of roses
followed them.