Heatwave

Rating: NC17

Things to Include:

• A heatwave. This can’t be glossed over, it’s a bad
  heatwave.


• The Country Club or Lorelai’s Inn. Think cold A/C,
  hot steam rooms, cold showers.


• Angst and plenty of it.

Things not to Include:

• tab-stops:list 36.0pt'>Sweet Tristan


• Longwinded mentions of Dean or Jess… A little is ok
  if you must.


• No first or third perspectives. Please don’t make
  ‘Me’ one of the characters.

Heatwave

Rory stood with her forehead
leaning against the chilly wooden balustrade surrounding the large glass doors
leading to the outside. The pools water glinted white and blue as the hot sun
was reflected off its surface. The heat of the sun rose in shimmers off the
solid surfaces. But she knew that the white marble that surrounded the pool
would be cool underfoot. If she could just stand to walk outside the Club’s
pool-house doors barefoot, and over the hot sandstone pavers to get to the
marble. Her feet would burn, then the relief from the marble would feel so good
that Rory knew she would step back onto a hot paver just to feel it all over
again. First though she had to get to the pool-house from the lounge-house to
get changed.

Rory pushed herself off the wood
that was now hot from where her arm had been leaning on it and looked back
inside. Did she really want to go outside? Emily had dragged Richard and her in
off the golf course at nine am because it was too hot to play anymore. And if
it were too hot to be outside at nine am, it would definitely be too hot to go
out now now at eleven am. But everyone was inside, escaping the heat, sitting
in the air-conditioned comfort, and if one more person asked Rory if she would
like a drink or anything else she was going to scream. She was lucky to get
through a single page before the next server interrupted her. One chapter like
that had been enough to make her slam her book closed iger ger and storm away.

She wasn’t hungry or thirsty. She
had had morning tea with her grandmother after she had been ordered off the
golf course while her grandfather had wandered off to talk to someone about
something else. Rory hadn’t been paying attention. Her attention had been on
her grandmother who was explaining all the pains she had been through to
organise some fundraiser that she had to attend that night. Though Rory didn’t
really care about that either. It was hard to know what Rory cared about these
days. Even she wasn’t sure. Shoughought that if she were to ask her mother,
Lorelai and her boyfriend, Dean, they’d have both said all she was interested
in was school and the school paper because she was spending so much time in
Hartford. One would say it with a tone of restrained pride, and one would say
it with a tone of slight impatience. And Dean wouldn’t be the one who was the
impatient.

Needless to say, if Rory were to
ask someone like Paris Gellar, all she could envision was Paris snarking that
all Rory cared about was herself and her stupid small town. She wasn’t putting
in the hours needed to get into Harvard, at least, as far as Paris was
concerned she wasn’t, and she wasn’t working as hard as she could to make The
Franklin all that it could be either. If Rory wanted to ask her
grandparents what they thought she cared about, they would say that Rory was a
teenager, and she was a very smart one at that. Then Emily would look at
Richard and Richard would grin at Emily as if to say, ‘it doesn’t matter, we
know exactly what Rory’s future is.’

Now if Rory were to ask herself
what she cared about, she’d shrug, not wanting to enter into that
particular conversation. And so as Rory pushed open the doors, shivering as a
blast of hot air plastered her hair to her face and cold air from inside crept
up under her golf shorts, tickling the back of her thighs, she shrugged pushing
away all thoughts that involved herself and the things she cared about.

Rory could feel herself literally
wilt in the short two-minute walk from lounge-house to pool-house as the sun
beat down on her and the hot wind blew at her, drying her sweat as soon as it
appeared. Maybe leaving the air-conditioning had been a bad idea, she could
feel a headache coming on already. Slipping though the glass doors of the
pool-house, shivering as the cold air washed over her sticky skin and worked
its way into her clothes, Rory grabbed a large bottle of water from the wet bar
and made her way to her locker. She snorted in derision as she saw the engraved
nameplate that had been attached a few months ago. One of the Christmas gifts
from her grandparents had been junior membership at the Club. ‘After all Rory,
you are spending a great deal of time with us over here. It seems ridiculous
for us to sign you in each and every time.’ Richard had said as he gave her the
membership registration.

Rory had shrugged. She had been
spending a lot of time in Hartford, staying with them overnight when she had
late meetings for the paper and late tutorials for her extension classes rather
than struggle back to Stars Hollow through the snow at night. It had seemed to
be the smartest most logical way to do things. And Rory was nothing if not
smart and logical. She snorted again as that thought ran through head, because
she of course defined the very essence of smart and logical.
Right, and Paris was really a sweetheart just waiting for her Prince Charming
to come along and release her inner Princess. Jerking open the locker, Rory
popped two Advil’s, washing them down with the water before pulling out her
bikini and the matching sarong, both purchased by her grandmother in
celebration of the pool opening for summer hours. Surprisingly, her taste in
swimwear had been approved by Lorelai, not so much approved by Rory who tended
to think bikinis were more for people like Louise who liked to show off their
body. As it turned out, everyone at the club under fifty wore a bikini, and
some over fifty. Of course, they had the money to pay for the bodies needed to
wear a bikini.

Rory frowned, wrinkling her brow
as she thought about the nasty turn her mind had taken. Maybe she had been
spending too much time here. Rory didn’t think nasty thoughts about people.
Rory didn’t think nasty thoughts at all, well with the exception of where
Tristan was concerned. She stopped still, rocking on the balls of her feet.
Letting out an explosive breath she stomped over to a changing booth. Stripping
out of her clothes in the now freezing air Rory stood for a moment with her
arms raised and legs slightly more than shoulder width apart, shuddering as the
cold air reached areas that it rarely would. She could feel the tips of her
fingers becoming numb, could feel her nipples tightening painfully and she
couldn’t feel her feet on the cold tile at all. And she loved it. Goose bumps
covered her from head to toe, it was almost painful, such cold after such heat.
Revelling in the feeling of her skin tightening, she ran one cold finger over
her lips and down her neck, around one nipple and down over her stomach, before
gripping her hip and squeezing it.

Quickly, before she could talk
herself into anything else, Rory tied on her bikini and wrapped the sarong
around her waist. She grabbed her clothes and threw them in her locker, taking
the water with her she stood at the door of the pool-house looking once again
out at the shimmering pool. Her feet were numb, she would have to stand on the
hot cement to thaw them out before she could feel the contrast of the heated
pavers and cool marble. Opening the door Rory slipped out again, quiet as a
mouse. Not seeing another person nearby, she pulled off the sarong and let the
hot air caress her cold, tight skin. Not even a minute later, Rory was too hot
to stand in the sun like that anymore. Letting herself into the pool yard Rory
immediately felt the cool marble soothe her burning feet. She sat her book on a
small table and placed her sarong on a lounge-chair under an umbrella that
relieved the hot suns rays, but did nothing for the blustering wind.

Standing next to the pool with
the suns reflection blinding her, she took one deep breath and dived eyes wide
open right in. Rory unconsciously gasped in her mind, she twisted underwater,
kicking her legs apart, lifting her arms above her head to propel herself
through the water. She imagined she probably looked like a demented turtle to
anyone who was watching, but the icy water was touching her all over, like
there were deliciously naughty fingers touching her in places that rarely got
touched. Rarely until recently that is. Rory closed her eyes, pursing her lips
against the images and the feelings that that thought had set off in her
already overloaded body. Pushing off the bottom of the tiled pool, she exploded
through the top of the water to gasp for air. Relaxing back and letting herself
float, her vision red against the sun through her tightly closed eyelids, her
hearing magnified through the water she held her ears under. She gently
propelled herself through the water and began to plan out the essay that she
was going to research later that day at the Hartford library.

Unfortunately, her mind was
distracted. The hot sun pounded against her skin, while the cold water of the
pool had numbed her fingers and toes. And with the way she was kicking her
legs, those naughty fingers of water were caressing her in places she did not
want to think about right now. There was a splash and Rory’s fingers fisted and
her thighs pressed together. Damn it! She had come outside to be alone,
and right now, she really wanted to be alone. With her ears under the
water, magnifying all sounds in the pool, she heard whomever it was swimming
closer. Still, she refused to open her eyes and seek the intruder out, until
she felt bubbles that was. The Intruder had swam under the length of her,
blowing bubbles that broke against her shoulders, back, ass and thighs, bubbles
that broke and turned into smaller bubbles which crawled along her skin,
seeking their way up and out into the air. Bubbles that got trapped in places
like the crease where her ass met her thighs, where her legs were pressed
together tightly.

The Intruder’s movements in the
water had stopped, hopefully she thought maybe they had gotten out of the pool.
Rory relaxed and the trapped bubbles moved into a rather awkward position. She
wasn’t sure if The Intruder had left yet. Flexing her muscles, clenching them
to dive under the water, Rory’s eyes snapped open, blinding her, as those
fingers of water, became fingers made of hot flesh lightly grasping at her
calves. She kicked out, still blinded by the sun, struggling to get away from
the fingers that were now holding tightly to her thigh and knee, pulling her
closer to the hot, hard body of The Intruder. She had water in her ears and in
her panic barely registered the voice saying her name repeatedly.

“Rory.”

“Rory. Ouch, shit! Rory!”

“Rory!”

It pierced her waterlogged ears
that time and she relaxed, melting into the arms and leg that were wrapped
around her. She relaxed before tensing again, not scared for her life, but
there were other things that were just as scary. Blinking as her vision came
back to her, she slapped at the broad tanned shoulder that was closest. “Jesus,
Tristan, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Yeah, well you just maimed me,
so we’re about even!”

“I didn’t hit you that hard.”
Rory started to disentangle herself.

“No, but you did manage to kick
my knee out of its joint.” She paused in her struggle against his octopus like
limbs that weren’t letting her go.

“Really?” Her eyes moved down his
body to his knee and had had to fight with herself to force her eyes to look
at his knee and not at all the bits in between. Not that she could see anythinlearlearly under the water anyway. “Sorry, will you be alright?”

“I’ll bne.”ne.” Tristan pulled
her closer, now that she had stopped struggling, he raised a brow to distract
her from what he was doing. “Too hot to play golf this morning?”

“That’s what Emily thought.” He
knew that already, he had heard Emily bitching out Richard as she sent him off
so she could have Rory to herself. He understood that, he wanted Rory to
himself all the time too. Rory resumed the struggle to get out of his arms.
“Let me go.”

“Why?”

Rory scrun her her eyes in
irritation. Every time she managed to pull one of his arms off, he reattached
it more firmly as she went to remove the other. “Please, someone could be
watching.”

He grinned at her, “Are you mad?
In this heat? No one is coming outside today.”

“I did. You did!”

“Yeah, well you’re a weirdo, and
I was just following you.”

She ceased her struggle, gripping his shoulders as she
took the time to breathe. “You were following me?”

as was watching you from inside.
Your restraint surprised me. I thought you were going to rip that last server’s
head off.” While Rory kept a strong grip on his shoulders, Tristan didn’t give
her the same liberty, his hands were now as cold as hers, and they were working
their way around her waist. “But you didn’t even swear at him, didn’t even
raise your voice.”

“I don’t swear at people
Tristan,” she smiled sweetly at him, “just you.”

“Really?” He smirked as her eyes
widened as she felt his cold fingers pull back her bikini top and pinch her
cold-hardened nipples. Her nails dug into the skin on his back.

“Don’t.” Rory fought to make him
stop, fought to make herself want him to stop.

“Why not?” Tristan took the
opportunity to palm her breast as her eyes closed. “You like it.”

“Tristan-” Rory sucked in a
lungful of air as he moved one hand between her legs and pressing against the
heat that was starting to warm the water there. “Please, please.”

Rory was close to sobbing, but
whether she was saying ‘please don’t’ or ‘please don’t stop’ she wasn’t sure.
Tristan had slowly been manoeuvring them through the water, and suddenly he
pushed her away from him. Cold water rushed where his hot body had been
pressing against her, chilling her all over again. Her skin prickled with goose
bumps again, contrasting strongly to the hot sun and wind on her face and
shoulders.

Just as suddenly, Tristan moved
to her again, pressing her back against the tiled wall of the pool. He moved
them sideways until Rory was barely touching the bottom of the pool. A place
where he could stand comfortably, head easily above the waters level, but she
needed to hold onto him. He smirked.

Using one hand to hold her
against the tiles, Tristan used his other hand to pull one of her legs up
around his hip. Rory almost hated him, it was always at this point that she
hated him. The point where it was either time to say no or start to
participate. The point where she never said no, the part where she always
started to participate. The point where Tristan managed to talk her out of her
guilt about cheating on Dean again and talk her into doing whatever he
wanted.

“Tristan.” This time she would
say no, this time she wouldn’t let him do this to her, wouldn’t let herself do
this to Dean again.

“Rory.” His voice was low and
full of sex and it rumbled in his chest under her hands. When had her hands
gotten there? Right, she was going to push him away. Her fingers jumped
against his skin, but she didn’t push. Tristan’s mouth landed on her neck. He
bit her.

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“Tristan!” A gasp of pleasure, or was that warning in her
tone as she said his name? Rory couldn’t decide. Probably both. That’s how
Tristan took it. He stopped short of leaving a mark and started to put his
hands to better use. Sure now that she wasn’t going to let go, wasn’t going to
push him away and say no, he moved his hand that was holding her knee and slid
it down the underside of her thigh, and wriggled his fingers under her body
warmed bikini bottoms. His other hand, no less active, moved up her chest and
around her neck, untying her halter. Quickly pulling it down and out of his
way, while he pulled her up in the water, he ducked his head and placed his
mouth around one cold nipple.

“Tristan!” Definitely pleasure
this time, and something else, surprise maybe, that his hot mouth, attacking
her cold nipples could feel so good even though it hurt.

Feel so good.

Her other leg came up and wrapped
around his waist, pulling him closer. While her arms wrapped around him, her
fingers squeezing, and her nails dug
into his shoulders. Tristan grinned to himself, she always left his back marked
like this, it would sting for days when he showered.

He pushed her against the wall
again, using his body to hold her up in the water, while the hand that had been
on her ass moved to her hip and undid one side of her bikini. Rory smacked her
head against the tile in shock as Tristan pulled her back into the water. Her
nipples that were hot and hard from arousal after his mouth had warmed them,
tightened painfully when he dragged her back down into the water.

Rory pulled him to her, kissing
his mouth as he had kissed her nipples, all tongue and teeth and heat. And
Tristan, beyond sure that Rory wasn’t going to push him away, not right now at
least, kissed her back while he ground his erection against her. Damn, she
was so freaking hot. It was like the water was boiling where his erection
pushed against her pussy. One hand on her waist, his other moved back down and
pulled away the now opened bikini bottom. Sliding one finger along her slick
lips, Rory bit his tongue.

It was so cold, his cold finger
and the icy water that followed in its path.

But all Tristan could feel was
the heat.

Pressing one finger up into her,
Rory tensed and pulled away from the kiss. “Shit.”

He pulled one of her hands down
and pushed it into his pants. She wasn’t going to be the only one who got off
here. “Touch me.”

“Tristan.” He pulled his finger
out of her and Rory squeaked as cold water filled the space his finger had just
been. “Tristan!”

Rolling his thumb over her clit,
his other hand gripped her wrist almost bruisingly. “Touch me.”

Her fingers uncramped themselves
from the balled fist she had been holding them in and moved around seeking his
hardness. She found it and daintily wrapped her small cold fingers around him.
His forehead moved to rest on hers and he pushed two of his fingers back up
into her, he gasped as the heat of her sex felt like it burnt his skin. As her
body tightened at his invasion, her fingers tightened and jerked at him. “Yes.”

Rory opened her eyes and they
watched each other slowly build up a rhythm. Rory held onto him tightly,
loosening her grip again each time he pulled out of her. Content to let him set
the pace, content to let him initiate it all, content to be the follower.

Tristan could see it in her face,
she was enjoying the pace, enjoying him teasing her. He would let his fingers
get hot inside her before he would pull out and press them to her clit. As the
cold water rushed into fill the space where his hot fingers had been she would
squeeze his hips with her legs. His hot fingers teasing her clit until they
became cold in the water again. Then he would remove them and once again press
them back up into Rory. When his fingers left there, however, she would
give a low moan of pleasure and pain. The cold water caressed and bit at the
sensitive spot warmed by his fingers, as Tristan invaded her again with his
large knuckled fingers and her fingers tightened around his erection. Things
seemed to get faster and faster, as Tristan moved out of her and then pressed
back into her, her grip to tightened and her wrist moved quicker.

Tristan moved his other hand from
her wrist to pull and press at her clit as he continued to finger her, hard and
fast, his four fingers in her, near cramping at how tight she was. Cramping as
she squeezed him, harder and faster as he moved to make her come at the same
time he would. He could feel it creeping up the back of his legs and down his
spine. Her fingers and nails on him, her other hand convulsively digging into
his upper arm. Eyes closed tightly against everything happening outside her
body, outside his body, Rory was sobbing now.

“Please, please, please.”

Her groaning between each
‘please’ getting louder. Tristan moved, kissing her with teeth and tongue, lips
bruising hers as he grunted out his orgasm, grunted as Rory came and near broke
his fingers as she clenched tightly around him. He slowly pulled out, grinning
to himself as she winced slightly at his movements.

Then he was wincing as he pulled
away from her slightly, moving his fingers to clean them off in the pool water.
With one arm still around his shoulders, he walked them a few steps until it
was shallow enough for Rory to stand. Letting go of him, she moved away so she
could tie her bikini bottom back on then turning allowing Tristan to tie the
halter of her bikini around her neck again.

“Tristan-” Rory paused, not sure
how to end it, not sure how to say that she had to leave, that this
still wasn’t right, that it never would be right. “Tristan…”

“Rory. Rory.” Tristan watched the
back of her neck tense as his tone of nonchalance washed over her. He knew what
was going to happen now, it was the same thing that happened every time. Rory
turned with an apologetic look on her face, truly sorry that she was going to
say these things, again.

“You should go inside,” he tapped
her nose, “You’re getting burned.”

Rory seised the out he had given her and nodded. “Yeah, I
probably need more sunscreen.”

“I’m sure.” Tristan nodded
towards her sarong and water bottle. “Don’t forget your things.”

“Right.” Rory slowly backed away,
half fearing that he would pull her back to him, half fearing that he wouldn’t.
She was on the first step out of the pool when she heard his voice behind her.

“I’ll see you later Rory.”

“Right.” She didn’t turn to face
him, knowing she couldn’t hide the flush, couldn’t blame it on sunburn. She
knew his tone and knew exactly what he meant by that last comment. Grabbing her
water and sarong, not bothering to take the time to wrap it around herself,
Rory scurried across the cool marble and hot pavers back into the pool-house.
She released the breath she had been holding, a frown marring her brow.

He hadn’t called her back. Not
this time, but then he had said he would see her later. Later when? Later
today? This week? After the summer break? Why hadn’t he called her back? She
would have returned, she always did, except those first few times when she had
run away in tears. Rory running in tears from Tristan just seemed to go so
well. She had run in tears after their very first kiss at Madeline’s after she
had broken up with Dean. She had run in tears again after she had kissed
Tristan again and he had pressed her against the wall and said nasty things to
her. Then she had run in tears again after she had let him do those nasty
things to her. The last time she had run in tears was when he had done some
nasty things to her and then said even nastier things.

She discovered Tristan had a
terrible temper. Mostly, it burned slowly, but sometimes it flared at the most
unusual things. When she mentioned Dean, she could almost understand if it
burst, but it didn’t. And so thinking Dean to be a non-issue between them, she
had brought him to the Club. The Sunday afternoon that she had brought Dean
with her had proved how very wrong she was in thinking he didn’t matter to
Tristan, because at Dean’s arrival Tristan had gone off the rails.

His temper never presented
physically, but she had seen the red flush creep up his neck and knew that he
was angry beyond anything she had seen before. And it had excited her. Tristan
usually played it so cool and calm, every card was held close to his chest. He
never got emotional, acting as though he was never involved. Not like she was.
But after a few harsh words, whispered angrily into her ear about belonging
while Dean was in the bathroom, Tristan had taken off into the sunset in his
brand new modified Mazda RX8, the wheels spinning and the stereo blasting.
Leaving Rory with a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. But Dean
returned and Tristan didn’t, so the feeling of dread had lessened as the night
wore on. The next morning she avoided Tristan out of habit, not feeling
anything out of the ordinary, not feeling the last vestiges of dread grip at
her stomach when Tristan had turned up late to their second period Literature
class with a black eye, split lip and swollen knuckles.

Well, she hadn’t felt the dread
gripping until she saw him standing at the end of the book shelves in the
library where she had taken cover from Paris during their lunch break. But
looking up, she had felt something grip her stomach. Call it dread, call
it arousal, call it whatever, something had grabbed hold and it didn’t
let go as he sauntered up to her, hidden from prying eyes between the stacks.

“Rory.”

She didn’t look at him, she didn’t
want to, this feeling in her stomach felt a little too much like fear for her
to confront Tristan when he was looking like this, all bruised and sexy and
dangerous. “Hello, Tristan.”

“How are you, Rory?” Things were
strangely formal, slightly brittle and Rory was almost scared of the
consequences should the tone between them break. Tristan stepped closer.

“I’m fine, thank you.” She didn’t
want to ask, but courtesy demanded it of her. “How are you, Tristan?”

Her tone didn’t belie the fact
that she really didn’t want an answer to her question. Tristan being
Tristan however took another step closer before answering. “How am I? Well
let’s see shall we? Yesterday I was having a great day, hanging out at the Club
with a few friends, drinking a little, getting high, just taking it easy.
Looking forward to getting laid that night because a certain someone, we
wont name names, had mentioned in passing to a friend that she was going to be
spending time here in Hartford this Sunday. Which inevitably means she would
have turned up at the Club with her grandparents, hence, my looking forward to
getting laid-”

“Tristan-” He quickly slapped a
hand over her mouth, it didn’t hurt, but her eyes widened in shock that he was
touching her in school, in a way that felt intimate. He took another
step closer.

“Quiet, Rory, I haven’t finished.
Where was I? Oh right. So, there I was looking forward to getting laid when the
girl in question turned up with her grandparents, and, here’s the shocker, her boyfriend!
Now, I was more than a little surprised, but hey, these things happen, so I
decided to let it go. I wasn’t going to let it bother me, and for a while it
didn’t. But then something happened, do you know what happened? Can you guess
what happened? No? I’ll tell you what happened.” Tristan now had her
pressed against the bookshelf with his body that was tight and hot with anger,
his hand still over her mouth, not even giving her a chance to interrupt or
answer his rhetorical questions. “I walked past this girl and her boyfriend
who, I admit, were busy and more than likely didn’t want to be interrupted, but
I’m a nice polite guy, I like to say hello to people I know. So I stop, I say
‘Hello’ I get ignored by the girl and get told to ‘get lost’ by her boyfriend.
Not nice really, don’t you agree?”

He raised his eyebrows in
question, but didn’t wait for an answer. “So when said boyfriend leaves
said girl’s side, I go up to this girl. We have words, I say things, she says
things, I say few more things. Then she turns away, in the middle of this
conversation to return her attention to her boyfriend.” He kept spitting
out the word like it was profanity. “It riled me, I admit. My day had been
going so well, but it went down hill pretty damn fast after you, sorry, she,
turned up. I left the Club, in my RX8 which in my anger at what had just
occurred, I managed to get two tickets, and then, to top off such a fantastic
day behind the wheel I managed to total my brand new thirty thousand
dollar car.”

Rory yanked his arm down, away from her mouth. “Are you
okay? I thought you had been in a fight! Are you hurt? Did you-”

He pushed her back against the
bookshelf again, bringing his hand up to re-cover her mouth. “I’m not
finished, Rory.”

Rory shivered and her breathing
halted at his tone, full of anger and darkness, his eyes glittering with it.

“So, after totalling my car and
the tickets and damn near loosing my license, just to kick that pleasure
factor up a notch, I decided, ‘Hey, drinking with my buddies had done so much
for me today, why not do it some more?’ So, I took one of my mother’s cars, and
headed round to my friend Brett’s house. You know Brett, tall guy, dark hair?
Anyway, he’s known as a guy who can throw a party together within minutes. And
he did. So I partied. I drank and smoked weed and put all thoughts of my car
out of my mind. All thoughts of the girl and her boyfriend out of my
mind. Right up until the guys started up a game of Top Ten. You know that game
don’t you? Where all the guys compare the girls on their list of chicks they
want to fuck.”

His smirk widened as Rory resumed
breathing, taking in short, shallow breaths as a fear settled in. This might
explain some of the looks she had been getting from some of his friends today.
“Yeah. So it kicked off, same old, same old really. A few new girls, a few of
the classics. Louise and Madeline remain on the lists, despite all of us having
been through them both at least twice. Some of us have even had the pleasure of
fucking them both at the same time. If you never do anything else in life Rory,
don’t ever turn down a threesome with Madeline and Louise.”

Rory could feel her eyes tearing
up, she was so angry with him, he was trying to hurt her deliberately now. What
they had was in no way exclusive, she had Dean after all. He could have who
ever he wanted, but this was cruel, the way he wanted to rub the things he’d
done in, rub her inexperience in.

“So we get through a few of the
guys, and it occurs to me, that there is one new name that is popping up on
just about everyone’s list. And it’s weird, because she’s known as a Mary,
right? My friends aren’t really interested in Mary’s, they’re too much hard
work just to get laid. And I’m sitting there, mentally making up my list of the
chicks I want to throw a bone in, thinking that I could end the boring-ass
conversation that’s started up about the Mary simply by saying that I’ve
already gotten my dick wet in her. But I don’t, know why?”

He could be so fucking cruel
in his anger. Rory’s arms felt dead beside her, in her mind she could see
herself throwing him to the ground and kicking him in the kidneys, she could
see her fists breaking his lip open again, but her arms remained dead-weight at
her sides as she slowly shook her head at his question. Mute to all sounds no
matter how much she wanted to answer his questions with a clever remark that
would take his breath away leaving him speechless and giving her an opportunity
to run again.

“Let me tell you why, because for
some strange reason I actually like this girl, I’m not in love or anything
stupid like that. Oh no, but even after the events that had taken place that
afternoon, I still like this girl, most of the time anyway. And I like her
enough that I don’t want to humiliate her, I don’t want everyone in this damn
school to know what we do. And, I certainly don’t want the things we do to come
to an end, which I sure as shit know would happen if I so much as breathe a
single word of it to any one of the morons I consider friends. So I keep
quiet.”

Rory felt all the tension in her
body release, like a shot of morphine injected into the bloodstream. Everything
became hazy in the glow of it all still being hidden. She felt Tristan remove
his hand from her mouth and place it on her hip but she was so relaxed she
almost missed his words as he continuing talking. “I keep quiet right up until
that asshole, Johnson starts in on you. See, Johnson, the brain-trust that he
is, announces to the group that he has already had a piece of you, Oh, not the
whole pie, but a nice little slice. He charmingly referred to it as getting to
third.”

“I know, ridiculous right? But I
wasn’t exactly thinking straight last night. So I jump straight to conclusions.
Mary had been giving out party favours that she hadn’t given out to me.
That was my initial thought, but then I realised just how fucking ridiculous that
was and decided that Johnson was stupider that I originally thought. So, when
everyone was gaping at him like stunned fish I started the inquisition. I asked
where, he said here, in the school library. Plausible, everyone knows you spend
more time in here than the librarian. I asked when and he replied after school,
when we all had that lit essay due last month. Now, I knew this was a lie,
because you used your grandfather’s library for that assignment. Not that I
could mention that, after all, how would I know that? I don’t have much more
contact with you than any of them at school. I asked a few more questions, and
his answers got weaker and weaker. By the end of it, no one believed you’d been
down on your knees sucking him off.”

If Rory’s arms had been working,
Tristan would have had two black eyes by now. As it were, his diatribe was like
a car crash. She couldn’t turn away from the wreckage he was making of their relationship.
“But then he got defensive, asking why I was so interested. Said I was jealous
because you had turned me down flat and that was before you even knew what I
was like. They all had a good laugh at that. Saying that you were smart enough
to say no to me and blah, blah, blah.”

Tristan had a tight grip on her
hips and was slowly, oh so slowly, grinding himself against her. Just another
thing that was adding to the stupor of Rory’s senses.

“There was some arguing, with me
defending your precious honour, saying that if you were smart enough to say no
to me, you’d sure as shit be smart enough to say no to Johnson. He was getting
really angry at us by then, because we’re piling so much shit on him, for being
a shit liar, for not getting laid in the past month, that sort of thing. My
night was finally picking up after all the crap that had happened that day. I
figured maybe it didn’t have to end with me knee deep in shit. But no, of
course not, things went to hell again when Johnson asked me for my Top Ten. So
I listed them, one through ten. And they didn’t comment on a single one. Not
Summer, who was an obvious pick to rake me with, and they all know, she’s such
a good fuck that she’s almost worth the shit she puts you though. They didn’t
comment on Madeline or Louise. But I listed you, and they dog-piled me! But I
was good I sat back and just took the ribbing. Until Johnson tried to get me to
bet him five hundred bucks that I couldn’t nail you by the end of the semester,
but that he could. We all laughed at that one, then he said something
that I won’t repeat around such delicate ears.” Tristan leaned in and licked
the shell of Rory’s ear. “Needless to say I turned and ended Top Ten with his
sister, Penelope, because she was easy and liked to be fucked from behind.”

Rory stiffened.

“That’s when he jumped me. That’s
where the black eye came from and the split lip and the sore hand. The night
ended with the cops breaking up the party and my father sending our butler to
come pick me up when I got charged with brawling and malicious damage to
private property or some fucking thing. That was my day, great huh? Now I’m
feeling physically sore, my ears hurt from the bawling out they got from my
parents this morning. And I’ve had a hard-on for about three hours, since you
bent to pick up your pen as you walked in front of me during second period and
I saw you were wearing a thong.” Tristan ground hard against her before ducking
his head and taking her mouth with his.

That kiss had quickly escalated
from punishing to hard-core porn. He picked her up and Rory wrapped her legs
around his hips as he backed her into the shelf, knocking off books in their
haste. Rory’s fear of being caught was waring with her fear of wanting
to get caught. She had no doubt, that had the bell not gone off right above her
ear, where she had been wedged in the corner between the wall, bookshelf and
Tristan she would have been caught. And she would have been caught doing
something she was sure was an expellable offence. It had taken all the will
power she possessed to push Tristan off of her and out from under her top where
he had made quick work of her bra. Even then it had taken her promising him
that she would meet him after school despite having already told her mother and
Dean that she would be home on time and they could all have a movie night. She
hated that she lied to them, and that she lied so well.

But these days, she didn’t have
to lie to them. They simply assumed she was working her heart out on school
assignments, on The Franklin and on other various school activities. She
was grateful that she didn’t have to lie to them anymore.

Rory snapped back to the present
when she turned on the shower and the freezing water washed over her in the
air-conditioned pool-house. Her lips were blue with cold before the hot water
started to filter through. As soon as the water was temperate, a pleasant
change from today’s mercurial changes from hot to cold, she rinsed the
combination of salty water and sweat from her body, paying particular attention
to the sticky mess between her legs.

When she was done, she wrapped
herself in a towel and sat on the seat in front of her locker as she decided on
her plan of action. Her grandparents wouldn’t want to leave until after lunch
meaning if she wanted a lift to school she would have to call a cab or do
something dumb like track down Tristan for a ride. But she knew that wouldn’t
get her anywhere near the library.

Instead she put her mind to
thinking of places here at the club where no one would be, where no one would
distract her or interrupt her. She wanted a place where she could read her book
in peace. She couldn’t spend her time outside, even in the shade it was
unbearably hot. The pool area was out of the question for obvious reasons. She
considered the sauna, but she’d be ejected after a ten-minute period due to the
unseasonable heat and the likelihood of dehydration. She was still lost in an
internal debate of the least claustrophobic places she could read her book when
she felt a hot hand rub over her bare cool shoulder.

“Rory.”

She relaxed before tensing again.
“Tristan.”

“Wanna come for a ride?”

“Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate.
Here was the perfect solution to her problems. Well, it would be if Tristan
weren’t the one who was driving her.

She pulled away from his hand and
stood up, gathering her towel around her more securely before turning to face
him.

“I have to tell my grandparents.”

“I’ll go find your grandfather
while you get dressed.” Tristan smirked before going through the glass doors
into the intense heat. Richard had taken a liking to him at her sixteenth
birthday party and encouraged her friendship with him at every turn, often
pleased with the fact that Rory so often left the Club with him to get a ride
to the library or to the school. If her grandfather knew what happened before
she actually got to the library or her school activities, he might have a
different opinion on Tristan’s acceptability as a friend.

Rory quickly pulled on her shirt
and skirt. Shivering in the cold air-conditioned room, she denied herself an
extra layer of protection against the chilly air knowing that she would soon be
stepping out into the heat. Besides, she kind of liked the way her skin
tightened as it became covered in goose bumps.

After slipping on her sandals,
Rory went in search of her grandmother. Sure Tristan had said that he would
tell Richard, but Rory needed a little more time before she got in the car with
him. Another encounter with Tristan so soon after the pool incident couldn’t
lead to anything good. Well, ok, it would be good, but Rory didn’t think she
could handle any more guilt today, this week even. Not when it involved
cheating like this. This was about more than cheating on Dean, she was cheating
on everyone, her mother, her grandparents, her schoolwork, Paris and The
Franklin.

She hated this! Hated that he held such a power over her.
That time that she had brought Dean to the Club had been the worst day of her
life with him. Tristan thought that she had ignored him, but she had been
concentrating on Dean so hard so that he wouldn’t see the cracks in her façade.
And it had worked, to the expense of her friendship with Tristan. And they had
been friends, at least Rory thought they had been friends. Who knew what
Tristan thought of their whole screwed up relationship. Who knew what Tristan
thought about at all. Aside from sex and cars, Rory didn’t think Tristan
thought about much at all.

The heat that had plastered her
hair to her neck when she had stepped out of the pool-house faded into
obscurity as she pushed past the glass doors leading back into the
lounge-house. Her grandmother had to be somewhere around here, if she could
find her before Tristan came to tell her he had found her grandfather, she
would have a few spare minutes to come up with a reason not to get a lift with
him, a firm memory of why she’d say ‘no’ when he suggested an alternative to
the library, a reason why she wouldn’t touch him or let him touch her, a reason
to not let him kiss her, or hold her, or fuck her senseless.

Her hopes of those spare few
minutes were squashed when she saw her grandmother and grandfather siting at a
table with Tristan standing next to them smiling at her as her grandfather
waved to get her attention. There would be no getting out of this now, not when
Tristan had turned on his charm and pressed all the right buttons that old
people were so fond of.

Rory stamped down firmly on the
feelshe she thought might be happiness that she wouldn’t be able to say no the rhe ride Tristan had offered.

“Rory! Tristan was just
explaining that he had offered you a lift to the library seeing as how he was
headed there himself this afternoon.”

She smiled, “Yeah, he caught me
out in the pool. It seems easier this way, saves you the hassle.”

“Out in the pool! It’s far to hot
to be outside. You are to go straight from the car into the library, I don’t
want to hear about you running across that road to the coffee shop! And I will
know, Tristan will tell me, won’t you dear?”

“Of course I would, Emily. Rory
drinks too much of it as it is, never mind in this heat.” Emily fluttered her
eyes at Tristan’s unashamedly flirtaceous tone before turning back to Rory.
“Now, are you returning home tonight or are you going back to Stars Hollow?”

“I’m not sure Grandma, it depends
on how much I can get done this afternoon.”

“It’s ridiculous if you ask me.
Studying in this heat, on a Saturday, why it’s school holidays! You’re both
teenagers, you ld bld be out having fun!” Emily smiled at Tristan again.

“Summer extension classes
Grandma, if I want to get into Harvard these will help me get there.” Richard
and Emily exchanged knowing smiles about Rory’s future.

“Well if you ask me, it’s a very
commendable sort of thing that more teenagers should partake in. The attitude
that many children have towards their schooling these days is appalling. Though
I do agree with Emily, you should have some fun on your holidays, Rory! Perhaps
Tristan could entice you into going to a movie or something?” Richard hummed at
Tristan before he turned to Rory. “I hear that the Drive-In is showing a
special ‘Hitchcock in Hartford’ feature, perhaps that’s more your speed?”

“Grandpa, I just don’t have time
for that sort of thing at the moment. And if I did, I’d go with Dean.”

Emily waved her hand lazily in
the air. “You told me that boy wasn’t a fan of film noir. But I happen
to know that Tristan loves the
classics! Why-”

Whatever Emily had been about to
say was interrupted by the waiter as he brought two large bowls of salad and
sat them on the table. Rory started to pull Tristan away so that she could
escape the now stifling air near the table.

“I’ll think about it Grandma, but
we have to go. Enjoy your lunch!” She dashed away with Tristan’s wrist held
firmly in her small hand.

She could feel her face reddening,
but with any luck she had turned away in time. Hopefully her grandparents
hadn’t seen the rush of guilt and anger on her face as she thought of Emily
comparing Tristan and Dean with each other. She knew that in her grandmother’s
eye Dean would come up painfully short, she made that clear any time he was
mentioned in her presence. And sometimes, just sometimes, Rory would come to
the same conclusion and she would hate herself all over again because of it.
She would hate herself, hate Emily and Richard, hate Tristan for being
everything he was and Dean for not being everything her family needed him to
be.

She barrelled through the door
with Tristan’s wrist still in her grip, her anger and the sun blinding her for
a moment. She slowed and suddenly it was Tristan who had her wrist in his grip,
dragging her along the footpath to the valet area where his car was waiting. He
had opened the passenger door and she was seated before she realised she hadn’t
taken the time to think of reasons for saying no. And now she needed a reason
to go home tonight too. Otherwise she’d stay in Hartford with her grandparents,
witistaistan.

Rory settled back in her seat, he
was driving another RX8, but his fathers punishment for crashing his last car
had been to restrict him to having the standard model rather than one that had
more extras than a NASA craft. The leather still smelt new and it was one place
Rory felt completely comfortable in Hartford.

“Are you really taking me to the
library?” She asked quietly.

“Is that where you want to go?”
His voice was just as quiet as he concentrated on taking the corners fast and
close.

“I don’t know.” And she didn’t.
All thoughts of saying no to any of his suggestions had disappeared from her
mind as soon as the Country Club had been out of site. As soon as she had
started to watch him drive, watch tuscluscles in his arms move under his smooth
golden skin as he steered and changed gears.

Tristan took his eyes off the
road for a few quick seconds to glance at her. “It’s too hot to stay outside.
Too hot to keep the car running for too long. So unless you have a better
suggestion, we’re going to the library.”

She shrugged. “Okay.”

She had work to do and all her
doubts about spending time with Tristan had resurfaced when he had turned to
look at her.

They arrived shortly after and
parked under a large, shady tree. Climbing out of the cool car and into the
heat again, Rory felt herself break out into a sweat. Even in the shade it was
unbearably hot. She knew that she should have stayed at her grandparents house
today and worked there, but she had wanted to play a game of golf with Richard,
it was something they hadn’t done together in a while. Besides, there hadn’t
even really been warning of the heatwave that had settled over the area. New
York and further south had been having power outages, there were fires raging
through some of the forests down south, but no one had predicted its move to
cover Connecticut with such fierce conditions. Yesterday had been a hot day for
summer, today the heat was nearly unbearable.

Trying to escape the heat as
quickly as possible, Rory and Tristan moved through the harsh sun and into the
entrance of the library. Walking in together Rory was quick to distance herself
from Tristan moving towards the poetry section. Sitting at a singlek shk she
delved into her notes and gathered a large variety of books. Working solidly
for a few hours, she was roused from her self-imposed isolation by an
announcement over the PA system.

“The library is closing early due
to the malfunctioning air-conditioning and electrical system in the building.
If you require to borrow books please write down a list of titles, authors and
barcode numbers and present them to the check out desk. Otherwise we would
appreciate it if you could return your books to the shelving carts. We
apologise for any inconvenience and hope to have the problem rectified within
the next few days.”

Rory slammed the the books she
had opened closed and stomped over to place them on a nearby cart. She hadn’t
felt the air conditioning cut up, but she was feeling it now as sweat trickled
down her spine and soaked into her shirt. Jamming all her things into her
backpack she was met by Tristan as they both walked out of the library
together.

“Fantastic! What am I supposed to
do now? The school library is closed and my grandfather doesn’t have what I
need, neithers ths the Stars Hollow library!” Rory kicked at the bottom of the
library’s door.

Tristan wiped the smile off his
face before Rory saw him. Her little tantrums like this always amused him, ever
since she had screamed at him during that test last year but it was better not
to provoke her. It might mean the difference between getting laid and having
her not speak to him for a week. “What do you need?”

“I’m nearly done, but I needed to
find a copy of Byron’s ‘Darkness’. They
didn’t have it. I knew I should have booked to use one the computers earlier!”

Tristan turned and moved towards
the car pulling Rory along behind him. “I’ve got a copy.”

Rory almost fell over, she had
stoped moving, but Tristan had kept pulling. “Where?”

He let go of her hand and turned
back to her. “What do you mean where?”

“Where is it?”

 <:p>

A slow grin spread across his
lips and he stepped closer to her. “At home.”

Thn thn that had nearly set,
leaving the sky streaked pink and orange was beating down upon her, glaring in
her eyes. That combined with the heat that Tristan was generating within her
threatened to overwhelm her and she felt faint, felt the blackness that was
coming up to swallow her flash around the edges of her vision.

The grin disappeared and he
frowned as her eyes went flat and blank. “Come on, Mary.”

He wrapped his arm around her
waist and directed her back to the car. Worried that she was going to pass out
in the heat, worried that she would rather face passing out in the heat than go
home with him again. Especially after what had happened the last time she had
gone home with him.

He hadn’t meant to mark her like
that. And he certainly hadn’t expected anyone to see it in the place where he
had done so. He of course hadn’t thought about the close relationship that Rory
had with LorelA reA relationship that meant the doors were never locked, a
relationship that meant that Lorelai could walk in anytime that Rory was showering
or getting dressed.

Besides, she had liked it when he
was doing it. It wasn’t until later, when she had cornered him at school, away
from prying eyes and ears that she had bawled him out about doing such a
thoughtless thing to her. But it had been four days since he had actually
bitten her like that, so that had taken the sting out of her argument. If she
had been really mad about it, she would have said so at the time. What she was
really mad about was having to lie to Lorelai about who had done it. Because
she had told Lorelai that it was Dean. That in turn made it difficult for Dean
because he had no idea what Lorelai was upset with him about. It had taken all
of Rory’s persuasion to convince Dean that it was her Lorelai was angry with
and that he shouldn’t ask her mother about it. Truth was that Tristan couldn’t
give a shit about the fact that Dean was in the shit with Rory’s mother. He
enjoyed doing everything he could to drive a wedge between Rory and Dean. Hell,
there was a sick satisfaction in the wedge he managed to drive between Rory and
Lorelai at times. Because when Rory was fighting with Lorelai, she spent more
time in Harford, and that always worked to his advantage.

It was near dark as Tristan
turned into the street he lived on when he noticed that Rory was once again
covered in goose bumps. He turned the air up higher, watching as she shivered
in the blast of cold air.

  /p>

Idlthe the car as he waited for
the garage door to open, he took his time to watch Rory. She was sitting next
to him, picking at her fingernails, not relaxed back into the seat, holding
herself rigid.

“Relax Rory.” She jumped as his
voice penetrated her thoughts. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me
too.”

He pulled into the garage and
stepped out of the car.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” She
whispered so he wouldn’t hear her.

Letting herself out of the car
and following Tristan into the cold, dark house, Rory swung her backpack onto
her shoulders. She was going to get the copy of her poem and then she was going
to get a lift to her grandparent’s so she could spend the rest of the night
finishing off her essay. She followed him up the stairs and into his room. He
dumped his stuff on his desk and moved to the bookshelf as she stood awkwardly
just inside the door.

“Come in Rory.” He smirked at her
before adding sarcastically. “I’m not going to bite you.”

She threw her bag on top of his
and dug through it furiously looking for her pen and a scrap piece of paper. He
dumped a book next to her and turned away. “I’m going to get us something cold
to drink.”

She grunted at him
non-committally, refusing to meet his eyes, refusing to look anywhere in the
room but at his desk. Refusing to look at the bed with its rumpled sheets and
its covers kicked on the floor.

The door closed quietly behind
her and she relaxed slightly. Grabbing her phone from her bag she quickly
called her mother and left a message saying that she was going to stay in
Hartford again that night and that she’d be home tomorrow in time for them to
go to lunch. Disconnecting she turned back to the desk and started to scribble
the poem out, wanting to be done before he returned so she could leave as soon
as possible. But when he didn’t return she slowelaxelaxed some more, getting
caught up in the words and the flow of the poem. She started to say the words
as she wrote them, rocking gently in her chair to their cadences. She had just
finished when she felt him behind her, his breath hot on her neck before he
kissed her. Softly and unlike any other Tristan kiss she had experienced
before. Tristan wasn’t soft, wasn’t gentle.was was hard and heavy, he was fast
and exciting. But this, this was exciting too, it was new and it was different.
She sat still waiting for his next move, knowing that as soon as she had
entered his car earlier this afternoon that she was agreeing to anything he
wanted.

He pulled away, handing her a
tall glass of iced water. “You finished?”

She nodded and sipped at the
drink.

“Good.” He took her glass from
her hand and placed both hers and his on the desk beside her. He fished a piece
of ice out of his drink and put it in his mouth as she watched him, her throat
tight and mouth slightly open. He pulled her to her feet, standing her in front
of him so that her skirt caught on his shorts but their skin didn’t touch
except where his hands were gripping her elbows. Letting go of her cool skin,
he took a step back.

“Why that poem?”

“I like it.”

“It’s depressing.”

“It’s sexy.”

His mouth quirked at the corners.
It still sounded strange when she said words like that, like ‘sexy’. Such n
un
up words, but to him she still seemed so young and innocent. And he was
probably the only one who should know better, know that she wasn’t young and
innocent. ‘It’s all about death.”

“You’re so presuming Tristan, you
have no subtly. It’s about love and passion.”

He fished another piece of ice
out of his drink and held it in his fingers. “You’re aroused by it aren’t you?”

She blushed.

“You’re aroused right now. Wet
and slick and your belly is starting to cramp with the need to cum.” Her eyes
widened and her breathing became shallow. He often tried to shock her with
words, but rarely achieved it. He had this time. Probably because he was right.

He reached up and ran the piece
of dripping ice over her collarbone and up her neck, ran it over her skin until
it was melted into a piece too small for him to hold. He let it slip from his
grip and watched it fall into the neckline of her top. A small wet patch
appeared where it caught in her bra and melted. Ducking his head, he moved his
lips and tongue across her chest as he had done with the ice. He pulled her
shirt up over her head and reached behind her unclasping her bra, throwing them
both off to the side somewhere. He watched her as she shivered in the cold air
of his room, her nipples tightening further. He didn’t touch her. He wasn’t
going to, not until she touched him first.

And she did, reaching out and
pulling him to her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and went up on tip
toes to kiss him, rubbing the hard points of her breasts against the rough
material of his shirt. She shuddered as his cold fingers moved along her back
at a slow pace, sliding around her rib cage and back down her stomach to rest
on her skirt sitting on her hips before he gently pushed her away.

“Take your skirt off.”

Her fingers fiddled with the
buttons. “I can’t stay long. I have to get back to my grandparents soon.”

“No, you don’t. I called them,
said I was going to drive you home to Stars Hollow. I thought you wanted to go
home and be with Dean seeing as how you didn’t want to go with me to the
movies.”

“No, no! You couldn’t have! Why
did you do that?”

“I thought I’d save you the
hassle. And it’s no big deal. I’ll drop you off where no one can see, like
normal.”

“It is a big deal! I just called
my mother and said I was staying in Hartford tonight!” Her hands left her
buttons and she slapped his shoulder. “What were you thinking? What am I going
to do now?”

Rory was starting to panic. This
wasn’t going to work. Where was she going to go? If she went home to Stars
Hollow her mother would know she had been lying. If she went to her
grandparents they would know that Tristan had been lying. She was in so much
trouble!

“Calm down. You can just call and
say you’ve changed your mind and that you’re coming home.”

“No way! She’d assume that I’ve
had a fight with Grandma and she’d call to find out why, then Grandma would
tell her that I hadn’t even been with her to fight so she’d ask a bazillion
questions!”

“Okay, okay, god. Fine, I’ll call
Emily and say that my car has broken down in the heat or…”

“You have a brand new car,
Tristan. She won’t believe it.”

“Or what?”

“You can stay here. No one will
find out.”

“Oh, you’d love that. I bet that
was your plan all along!”

“Oh fuck off. How was I to know
you were going to call home?”

“I can’t stay here. I can’t.”

“Why not? Who’s going to find
out?”

“Everyone. Lorelai will call
Grandma’s to talk to me! Or the other way around!”

“Since when has she not called
your cell phone so she could avoid talking to Emily? And your grandparents have
that charity thing tonight. They wont be home to call you.”

No matter how persuasive his
arguments were, Rory knew this was wrong. If ever there was a lie that she was
going to get caught in, this was it. There were too many variables, too many
things that could happen. There were too many people who could get hurt by
this.

Tristan placed a hand on her
waist and brought her stumbling to him, he kissed her lips, her jaw and her
neck before whispering into her ear. “Stay here tonight Rory. I’ll take you
home tomorrow. Nothing will go wrong, no one will find out.”

Both of his hands were running up
and down her back, soothing her as she fought to remember why she shouldn’t be
here, why this would hurt her as much as it would everyone else she loved.
“Tristan…”

“Stay with me, Rory.”

She couldn’t. It would hurt
everyone if they found out about her lying.

But at least they’d know the
truth then.

Oh god no! She’d never be allowed
out of her mother’s sight again. She’d never get to see her grandparents. She’d
be pulled out of Chilton. And Dean. Dean would find out and she had no doubt
that he’d break up with her. Again. And she remembered how horrible it had been
the first time.

But she could be with Tristan
if Dean broke up with her.

Tristan was sucking lightly on
the top of her breast, if he wasn’t careful he’s leave another mark and then
Lorelai would know for certain that it wasn’t Dean who had done it last time.

“Stay.” He bit harder and she
knew he’d marked her.

If she stayed, she’d hurt
everyone. She’d be caught in the web of lies she’d spun so she could be with him.

He bit her again, higher on her
chest.

“Stay.”

She’d finally be able to tell the
truth.

“Stay.”

She pulled his mouth to her own
and kissed him.

“Okay.”