Title: The Jacuzzi

Author: Ashley

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls…I wish I owned the characters but I don't sadly

Rating: M

Summary: Rory and Tristan have some fun in the Jacuzzi

Timeline: This takes place after Dean confesses his love for Rory and Rory wasn't able to say it back. Dean hasn't come to Chilton yet and Tristan didn't see Rory confessing her love for Dean.

Note: What surprised me the most after I finished writing is that when I began I had so much trouble. I would write a couple of sentences and would erase them. I didn't know where I was going with this fic and it ended up being one of my longer chapters. All I had to do was re-read your reviews and it gave me that extra drive. Thank you everyone!

Beta Notice: I am truly sorry but I forgot who offered to be my beta. I got some e-mails and I deleted them by accident. Again I want to say that this chapter is beta free so please look over all the errors. If people can offer again that would be great.


Rory sat on the front steps of her porch, a twinge of guilt forming in the pit of her stomach after the long in-depth conversation she just had finished with her mother.

It started off as any Saturday morning. She had woken up with butterflies in her stomach knowing that she was going to be able to spend the day with Tristan. He had called her on her cell the night before and told her he would be by with Henry at noon.

She couldn't wait. She quickly took her usual shower and got dressed.

She blushed.

She wore her normal blue jeans that hugged her curves nicely but the top was not something from her closet.

She hugged herself and smiled.

She wore a tight black tank top that showed cleavage but not enough so there wasn't anything left for the imagination. She had received it from Louise for her last birthday that seemed to melt into her curves but she had always been too chicken to wear it out in public.

She had thought about wearing it once or twice for Dean but the thought of looking so exposed in front of him frightened her. She guessed it was metaphor for how she felt. Being exposed physically made her feel like she was being exposed emotionally as well.

She could never handle that with Dean…

But with Tristan…


He had been a major part of her conversation with her mother this morning and was the reason why she felt so guilty.

After she had gotten dressed and made her way to the kitchen Lorelai was waiting for her, sitting at the head of the table with her hands crossed in front of her, looking as if she was about to scold a little child. Rory nearly faltered seeing the serious look on her face.

She knew she was in trouble.

Lorelai explained how Headmaster Charleston called this morning wishing Rory his condolences and asked if there was anything he could do. He said that he hated when a student of his was out sick, especially a student as bright as Rory.

That did it.

Right then she felt like the worst student/daughter ever.

She had taken a seat and they had gone into great detail on how she skipped school and the reasoning behind it. She had tried to put Tristan in the best light she could by explaining the situation with detail and for the most part her mother understood. She had even made a comment about her child never skipping school and finally doing something that was outside of her comfort zone. However, if she ever tried to pull a stunt like that again, there were going to be consequences.

She thought after their conversation that her Saturday was most likely ruined and was just waiting for her mother to forbid her to go out. But Lorelai just made a few comments about her top and then said something about her and Ryan Dolly back in high school when she wore tops like that and then told her she was going to Sookie's and for her not be home too late.

She shuttered.

What her mother did back in high school was definitely an image she could live without.

Rory checked her wristwatch and sighed seeing that it was 11:45. She stood up and started to pace, excited about the day to come. She walked down her walkway to look for his car that she knew would get all of Star Hollow's talking, when she heard rustling by some bushes.

Furrowing her eyebrows she got up and walked around but faltered in her step watching as Dean came up from behind and stood in front of her.

"Dean." She looked around absently, her eyes widening in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

He took a step forward. "He's got you skipping school now Rory?"

She was taken aback. "Have you been listening in on my conversations?" She asked not fully understanding how he knew she skipped school. "How long have you been here?"

"Relax Rory." Dean reassured, putting his hand on her shoulder. She looked at his hand and then took a step back, causing him to fall forward. "What I can't even touch you now?" He asked hurt, shrugging his shoulders angrily.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "It's just that I'm a little surprised that you're here. How did you know I skipped school?"

He sighed. "I wanted to talk to you. I came by your house and your backdoor was opened. I was going to make my presence known but it just seemed really tense between you and your mom."

"Then why didn't you just leave?" She asked glaring at him.

Who did he think he was?

They weren't even dating anymore and he had no right to listen on her private conversations.

"Because I overheard what you and your mom were talking about. I can't believe this guy forced you to skip."

"He's didn't force me to skip." She said with conviction. "I willingly went with him."

"Oh right." He scoffed. "The same girl that views school as her number one priority. The same girl that wouldn't skip one day with me while we were going out because she was afraid of getting behind on her school work."

"Did you ever think that maybe it wasn't the fact that she didn't want to skip school but the fact that she didn't want skip school with you?" Rory and Dean both turned around at his voice, his body leaning against a tree, his arm crossed in front of him, eyes narrowed dangerously at Dean.

When he had first driven up, it was evident that Rory had been talking with bag boy and when he saw her soft features flare up into an angry expression he knew it wasn't a friendly conversation.

Rory's smile grew seeing Tristan and her body seemed to immediately relax. Just seeing him standing there made her feel calm.

She didn't even hear the car pull up. She looked over Tristan's shoulder curiously and noticed that Henry sat in the front seat watching the scene with interest and surprisingly Lane was already in the car, sitting in the back seat, her attention also at the scene at hand.


How did they did find out where she lived without her? She figured Lane must have given Henry her address the day at Louise's party. She smiled inwardly. She must have really liked the guy.

Rory gazed back at Tristan and watched as he approached. He looked like he was a snake and Dean was his prey. She then realized what he was wearing. He wore a black jean jacket over a tight wife beater that showed off his toned tanned stomach, along with loose fitted blue jeans that seemed to hang loosely around his hips and a pair of black boots to match.

That made her stomach flip.

In all the time that she had known him she had never seen him dress like this before. He usually played the part of rich kid to the key. Polo shirts and tight fitted jeans were his weapons of choice. Other then that, he was in his Chilton uniform.

The only other time she ever saw him in normal clothing was at the Louise's party and she knew how that ended up. She couldn't help but feel turned on.

Dean laughed as Tristan approached. "As I live and breathe." Dean teased, raising his arms out. "Nice look." He said glaring over Tristan's outfit.

Tristan laughed. "You really want to talk bag boy. Why don't you go back to your little mini-market and sell some groceries to the nice old ladies who pinch your cheeks and tell you that your such a nice boy." He taunted his voice sounding like a little child. He looked at Rory and raised his hand to her. "Rory let's go."

Rory didn't say anything as she reached for his hand but felt her right arm being pulled backwards. Rory whipped her head around. "Dean let go." Rory protested as his hand gripped her arm tightly.

"I wasn't done talking too you Rory." Dean said looking into her wide blue eyes.

"Hey!" Tristan called out, his voice growing an octave lower. "It doesn't look like Rory wants to talk to you so I suggest you let her go before things turn ugly."

Dean laughed. "Rory?" he questioned. "Whatever happened to Mary." Dean narrowed his eyes at her. "Oh the stories you used to tell about..." He paused looking over Tristan. "Dristan" he drawled out.

Rory felt her stomach drop when in a second flat, Dean's grip on her was gone and watched as Tristan pushed Dean hard against the tree, his right arm pressing tightly against his neck, keeping him in place.

Dean simply laughed again as he narrowed his eyes. "Do you really think you can take me rich boy?" He asked venomously as he started to push back against Tristan's shoulders.

"Oh I know I can." He winked sarcastically; his lips forming in a threatening smirk, as his voice grew dangerously low that it even sent chills down Rory's spine. "But if you really want to start something." Tristan pulled back and whistled and Rory watched wide eyed as Henry jumped out of the car, his arms crossed in front of him as he smirked.

Tristan didn't even turn around as he spoke. "Henry." he began as she shoved his hands into his pocket. "Am I the only one, or do you find it rude for a guy to grab onto a girl when she doesn't want him touching her."

Henry smirked and shrugged. "Unforgivably Rude." His voice was playful and cool, but also dangerously low like Tristan's. A chill went up her spine hearing the threat in his calm demeanor but it didn't turn her on like Tristan's voice did.

Rory watched as Tristan and Henry both smirked, both of them inching closer as Dean began to inch back knowing that he was outnumbered.

She observed Dean. His confident expression fell and she was even afraid for him.

Tristan wasn't called the King of Chilton for nothing. It wasn't just because he could get any girl to fall willingly at his feet but also because everyone knew that he could take care of himself. He had a way of making things happen and everyone knew not to mess with him.

She didn't know what to do but she did know that Tristan and Henry both looked ready to kill.

Rory quickly intervened, pushing herself in front of Tristan and put her small hands on his chest, pushing him backwards. He eyed her confusingly. "What the fuck Rory. Let me take care of this asshole." He gritted out, trying to get Rory to move but she stood her ground.

Rory sighed. "Tristan." she drawled out his name. "You are in enough hot water with my mother as it is. Do you really want to give her more reasons not to trust you? You know Dean will go straight to her."

"Not if they can't find the body he won't." Henry seriously said, a dangerous smirk on his face as he kept inching towards Dean.

Tristan closed his eyes, squeezing his hands into fists, knowing that Rory was right.

He wanted to be with her and messing up her ex-boyfriend was not going to be the reason why he lost her.

She may have been protecting Dean but in an indirect way she was protecting him. Her gesture touched him. No girl had ever looked out for him before.

"Henry." He called out just as Henry grabbed Dean's jacket. "Let's go." Tristan put his arm around Rory's shoulder and started leading her back towards his car.

Henry protested. "Ah come on man." He whined, acting like he was five. "I was just about to have some fun."

"Now!" Tristan yelled without turning around, a warning twinge in his voice.

Henry sighed heavily giving up. He looked at Dean and then let go. He started heading towards the car but turned back at Dean and flinched at him like he was going to attack and laughed when Dean took a faltering step back. "Punk."

Henry jogged back to the car and jumped over to the back seat, sitting next to Lane because now Rory sat in the front, sitting next to Tristan. Tristan stepped on the gas pedal and speeded out of Stars Hollow but not before she quickly took one more glance back and watched Dean walk away. She couldn't help but feel slightly worried about what Dean would do next.


"Did you see the look on that guy's face." Henry laughed slapping his hands together as Tristan pulled onto the highway. "I thought that guy was going to shit his pants."

Tristan laughed beside himself but Rory gave him a stern look. "It's not funny."

She huffed, her hair flying as the wind whist through it.

"It's a little funny." Rory glared back at Lane who sat cuddling against Henry's side. Rory couldn't help but smile inwardly seeing Lane this way. "I mean Rory you know that I love Dean but the look on his face." She saw Henry glance at Lane questionably.

She didn't like Henry. She still thought he was too much of a player but wasn't she a hypocrite for thinking that when she was with someone like Tristan.

She glanced at Tristan and he just smiled back, his eyes sparkling, his dimples winking at her, those dimples that made her swoon. He took her hand in his, caressing her knuckles with his thumb and the proceeded to kiss them. "Come on Mary. I was just teasing. I wouldn't have actually hurt him." She raised her eyebrows at him questionably. "Okay well, not unless he truly deserved it and he was definitely straddling that line."

"First of all I don't need protecting from Dean. He was just worried about me." She said pulling her hand away. Tristan visibly stiffened hearing her defend him. "Not only that but haven't you done the same thing once or twice as well. He scoffed. "That was completely different and you know it and beside… "And second," she continued interrupting him, "I am really afraid that Dean is going to tell my mom."

Henry scoffed. "Just give me five minutes alone with him and I guarantee he won't be telling anyone anything anytime soon."

Lane smacked Henry's arm. "I happen to like Dean. He is one of my friends."

Henry chuckled and kissed Lane on the cheek making her blush and smile. "Yes but I'm sexier."

Tristan laughed as he hit the steering wheel. "Ha! If your ego gets any bigger we are going to have to push you through the door to get you through."

Henry kicked Tristan's seat and he chuckled louder.

"This coming from the guy that spent twenty minutes getting ready, primping and doing his hair, making sure he looked perfect for…" He snapped his fingers. "What did your call her again." He eyes lit up. "Oh that's right." He laughed. "His little Mary."

Rory playfully smacked him on the arm. "You said what?" She asked trying to stifle her laughter as Tristan glanced at her horrified like she had just found out some sort of top secret. Tristan quickly glanced back at Henry with playful warning and hit his leg making Henry laugh. "I am going to get you later. Don't think I won't." He warned glancing back and forth from the road to his friend.

He did his hair?

Rory just couldn't picture it. She honestly thought he didn't even own a brush. His hair was always going in a million directions telling her that he just swiped his hand through it a couple of times to style it. The fact that he took out time to do his hair made her feel giddy.

"What are we going to do with these two?" Lane laughed putting her head against Henry's shoulder as she patted his knee.

Rory glanced at Tristan as he shook his hand, interlacing their fingers, not believing that his best friend just sold him out.

That was the question wasn't it?

What was she going to do?


"This is where we're going?"

Rory's breath hitched her in throat as she read a lit red neon sign Bumpers above the heads of kids she recognized from Chilton.

Louise and Madeline had told her about this place.

It was sort of the Chilton hang out. It was a bar but also had pool tables and a separate dancing section for people to have a good time at.

Tristan parked the car and Rory took in her surroundings. Outside there were a combination of guys and girls that stood around in pacts, laughing and drinking as they exchanged conversation. Some kids were smoking and some were just standing around hoping to get noticed.

Tristan looked at Rory's nervous yet curious expression. He put his arm around her and started to lead her inside. He turned to her. "Don't worry." He chuckled. "This place won't bite."

Rory nodded. "I'm not so sure about that." She said nervously laughing and glanced at Lane who seemed to be having the exact opposite reaction from her. Lane's eyes lit up and her smile was a mile wide. "Oh this is so cool." Lane happily exclaimed and Rory smiled. She knew that Lane wasn't able to go to places like these. However, she was but just chose not too, wanting only to avoid it entirely.

"Baby." Henry seductively answered. "You haven't seen anything yet."

The pair walked inside and instantly she was met with loud music and chitchat, everyone doing their own thing. Initially when you walked in, there were tables on either side of her that people sat at. Some were playing cards, some were drinking and fooling around and some were just sitting alone as the observed the place.

Straight ahead she noted that there was a bar that people over 21 sat at and a women that couldn't be more than 5 feet handing out drinks. "That's Polly." Tristan whispered in her ear, as he came up behind her, putting his hands on her hips. "The owner." Rory watched a fight break out and immediately the small woman grabbed a dishtowel and stared swiping it at them yelling at them to take it outside. Rory giggled. Tristan smiled as well. "She's small but spunky." He laughed as the two men passed, their heads hung low.

They walked in deeper and to her left she spotted the pool tables that kids were playing at and then saw a long wooden counter that seemed to separate the pool tables and the dancing area.

Her eyes widened.

If you considered grinding dancing.

"I'm going to get something to drink." Henry said, getting Tristan's attention; his arm hung loosely around Lane's shoulders. "You want anything?"

Tristan nodded. "Beer?" He stated more then asked and Henry turned to Rory. "Should I make that two?"

Tristan smacked Henry on the chest. "You want to ask her that again?" He asked with cold eyes, his eyes darkening.

Henry scoffed. "Gees man, it was just a question." He answered. "Pop a Midol." He exclaimed in a Valley Girl voice. Lane gave Rory a quick smile before being pulled away.

"And don't give any to Lane either." Tristan called out exasperated, laughing when Henry just waved his hand as he walked away.

She looked at Tristan curiously. "I guess I'll be the one driving home cause there is no way you or Henry are going to drive if your going to drink.

She looked at her amusingly. "Worried about me Mary?"

She rolled her eyes. "No." she simply stated. "It's just that my mom likes it when I come home alive." She crossed her arms in front of her. "Frankly so do I."

He laughed. That bad boy laugh that made her breath hitch in her throat. He licked his lips. "Right."

Rory watched as Tristan nodded to some people in recognition as they passed. He high-five a couple of guys she recognized from the basketball team and then it dawned on her. "Wait." She said pulling his arm and he looked at her.

"What?" He asked bringing her closer into his embrace.

She circled her fingers against his chest, sending chills up his spine. "How can Henry buy beer? He's not even 21 yet."

Tristan laughed as he squeezed her tighter against him. "My dad is friends with Polly. He was actually one of the guys that helped fund this place in the beginning, back when it was just starting out."

She looked at him skeptically. "Really?"

He laughed. "Have you forgotten what my last name is." Rory smiled sheepishly. "We DuGreys have our hands in everything."

"Apparently." she agreed.

Tristan pulled Rory towards the bar just as Polly came out from the back with a bucket of ice in her hands.

"Tristan." She greeted with a smile as she sat the ice down on the floor. "How are you?"

Tristan smiled warmly as he took a seat at the bar, his arm wrapped around Rory's waist as she stood by him. "I'm good Polly. My father says hello." He said politely.

"Ah, how is he doing? Are your parents back from…where are they this week?"

Tristan shrugged. "Paris." he answered furrowing his eyebrows. "I think." Shaking his head.

Polly laughed. "Well make sure to tell them hi back." Tristan nodded in agreement as Polly turned her attention to Rory. "Well you're not Summer." Polly said simply, her eyes narrowing in confusion, as she put her hand on her hip, cocking it to the side.

Tristan felt Rory stiffen hearing Summer's name and he just brought his hand to the small of her back, slipping his hand underneath her tank top and began drawing circles, making her shiver. "Polly this is my girlfriend…Rory."

"Rory huh?" Polly said as she filled a glass with beer and gave it to the customer next to them. "What is with you and girls with exotic names?"

Tristan laughed.

"Not that you don't have a nice name honey." She said looking at Rory. "It's just Henry came up here with that girl Lane on his arm." Polly patted Tristan's hand. "Summer, Lane, Rory…" Don't you guys ever date girls with normal names. Like Ashley, or Jessica, or Lexi… something like that."

"What!" Tristan laughed non-believably. "Oh, like Polly is a normal name."

She smacked him with her dishtowel and he scrunched his face up in annoyance. "Watch it kid."

Rory couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry. My mom named me in the heat of the moment so if my name seems unusual it's because it is."

"Heat of the moment?" Polly asked, wiping a glass.

Rory nodded. "Yeah, it was when she was giving birth to me." Tristan shuttered, putting his hand under his chin and just shook his head. "Unbelievable. Now when we are having sex and I moan your name I'm going to picture your mom giving labor."

Polly smacked him again.

"Hey." He protested laughing. "What the fuck was that for?"

"Don't forget I know your father." Polly answered sternly, pointing her finger at him. "And watch you language."

Tristan sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Anyway." Polly continued. "What ever happened to Summer?"

Tristan gritted his teeth. "Ancient history." He answered in a non-caring manner.

"Really now?" She asked with curious eyes. "I was wondering why Summer came in earlier without you. She had this tall brunette guy with her and they were acting pretty friendly."

He sighed. Could his luck get even worse? It was a miracle that Rory even forgave him at all and so quickly at that. He knew how fresh this whole thing with Summer was.

Tristan groaned, obviously not caring about the guy. "Summer's here?"

Polly nodded and pointed towards a hallway where the bathrooms were. Tristan and Rory's eyes followed her gaze and saw Summer pushed up against the wall, her eyes closed as the guy pressed up against her. "They have been going at for hours. I would kick them out but the guy keeps buying drinks ever hour."

Tristan raised his eyebrows.

"Good for business." She said tilting her head to the side. "You know." Polly said shrugging before walking to the back.

Tristan and Rory both laughed at her comment just when Henry approached them with a serious expression. "Summer's here." He handed the cold beer he had in his hand to Tristan and he took a long swig, relishing the cold beverage.

"Yeah." he groaned, setting his drink down on the counter. "I know." Tristan gritted out.

Just then as if on cue, Summer approached in her black tube top and short skirt with her mini Summers by her side. She glared at Rory. "I see you two kissed and made up."

Tristan hooked his arm over Rory's waist and pulled her too him. "We trust each other."
He simply declared. "But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that. You're never with a guy long enough for it to be considered a relationship."

She smiled. "You never complained."

Tristan felt Rory stiffen and that angered him. "You know what Summer…"

"Wait." Lane interrupted; stepping forward as Tristan, Henry, and Rory all looked on with interest. Her eyes widened in realization. "Is this the same Summer as…"

"Yup." Rory interrupted nodding her head.

After Tristan had dropped her off the day she had caught him with Summer, Rory went right to her phone and told Lane everything. Lane had already known about Summer from the stories that she told everyone in Stars Hollow and this was just one more to add to the list.

Lane smiled with understanding and got right into Summer's face and everyone looked on with shock as she slapped Summer across the cheek, her hair flipping to the side at impact. "You ever make my friend cry again and you will regret the day you met me." Without a word Lane grabbed Henry's hand and just followed her, snickering as she led him onto the dance floor.

Summer looked at Tristan exasperated, who was laughing in shock. "Aren't you going to do anything about that?"

Tristan just kept laughing as he shook his head ignoring Summer and took Rory's hand, leading her out to the dance floor.

Rory couldn't believe what just happened.

She smiled. "She was going to have to thank Lane later."

The Latin song "Dance like this" came on by Wyclef Jean. She recognized it immediately. The song was hot, but seductive, and everyone cheered when the song hit the room.

Rory was pulled into the crowd and she watched as bodies grinded together, sweat dripping and people moaning as they swayed with the music.

Tristan stopped them and he pulled her close to him. "I…" she stuttered. "I don't think I can dance like that."

Tristan chuckled. "You know you are the complete opposite from your friend." He said observing Henry taking control of their dancing and Lane completely giving in. "Your friend seems so willing and you…" he looked back at her. "Well you are still my shy Mary aren't you?"

Tristan saw her eyes flare up and he knew he had her.

He knew Rory needed some loosening up. He figured that she had never been to place like this before.

She wasn't the type.

He also knew that it was going to take some persuading to get her to dance so he did the one thing he knew would get to her.

He questioned her willingness.

He questioned her ability to let loose.

And it worked.

Rory leaned up against him and put her hands around his neck without a word. Tristan smirked satisfactorily and took a step forward pulling her hips into his center. Rory groaned feeling his erected penis against her. He licked his lips and she slid her hands down his chest, grabbing onto his arms to keep herself steady.

He looked into her eyes and smiled as he cautiously cupped her hands into his, spreading their arms out, feeling out what she was willing to do and what felt comfortable.

I never really knew that you could dance like this
She makes her man wanna speak spanish
Como se llama, Bonita? Mi casa, y su casa

Tristan then put his hands on her hips and rocked with her, making sure to keep his piercing gaze on hers. Rory could feel the heat that was being given off from the bodies around her and it seemed to fuel her desire.

The way you move, you've got me hypnotized
Especially when I look into his eyes
Hey Papi, I wanna see you do the dance to the conga

Hey girl, I can see your body movin' and it's driving me crazy
And I didn't have the slitest idea until I saw you dancin'
and when you walk up on the dance floor
Noobody could not ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected the way you right and left it

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día

Tristan lowered his hand and cupped her right knee bringing it up just above his waist. With the new position he was able to bend his knees and he lowered them down a bit, grinding his middle into hers, making her gasp in pleasure. She fell back in his arms and he kept her up with his strength as they swayed.

Hey boy, now that I see all your rhythm
I'm in a state of shock now
The way I can see your body movin'
And I don't want you to stop now
I like the way you approach me so sexually
You got me in a base, boy
I can't ignore the way you're dancin'
You got me in a trance and I can't explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día

As the beat grew stronger, he could see her confidence rising. Tristan cupped her neck and swung her, her head falling back as she swayed, her center pressing into his to keep balance. He pulled her up and then dipped his body down, kissing in between her breasts. She smiled and released a breath, biting her lower lip in pleasure as her hands fell into his hair. His hands fell to her ass and he rubbed as they bounced up and down, their bodies moving with the music.

This whole thing reminded her of the movie Dirty Dancing. She felt like Baby and Tristan was her Johnny. She had never admitted this to her mother before but she always wondered what it would be like to have a life like Baby's. Her life being flipped upside down, being sucked into a world that was so foreign and so unknown to her yet is so exhilarating at the same time.

Rory's heart was pounding. She had never danced like this before. She felt her throat closing up. There was a glint in Tristan's eyes as a permanent smile formed.

Not a smirk…

A smile

Senorita, feel the conga
Let me see you move like you come from Havana
Ohhh, I didn't know you did it like that
Hey, you Papi, don't you stop it
I wanna see you move your body
Ohhh, I didn't know you did it like that

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día

When she had first met Tristan she simply couldn't stand him and now she was in a pool hall with him, both of them grinding against each other like he had been with Summer the day they had first gotten together.

At Louise's party everyone seemed so lost in each other. Everyone dancing and moving as one, not knowing where one person started and where the other ended. She remembered what Paris said. "It's like they are having sex."

She understood physically what it looked like it but never did she imagine she would experience it emotionally.

The hot air filled her lungs and she felt a burst of adrenaline go through her. She had never taken what she wanted before.

That was going to change.

At least for tonight.

Rory straightened up and pushed Tristan back.

Tristan looked at her skeptically but she just bit her lip and smiled seductively as she pulled him through the crowd.

Tristan swallowed a hard lump in his throat; his heart thumping as Rory took him outside and around back. The cool air hit her face and Tristan growled as he grabbed Rory by the hips and shoved her up against the brick wall forcefully making her grunt.

He brought his hands to her face and crashed his lips onto hers, plundering his tongue inside, their tongues swirling, as he tasted her.

It was something so primal…

Something so needing…

Both of them grasping and pulling at each other, wanting to feel everything that there was to feel.

His hand snaked into her hair and aggressively pulled her head back making her whimper as his lips greedily attacked her neck…sucking and licking making her body squirm.

They both needed to be inside of each other.

His hands went to her waist, digging his fingers into the side of her untouched flesh as he pulled her hard against him, pulling her as close as he could get her. His right hand gripped her ass aggressively and pushed her increasingly wet center hard against his hard raging cock showing her exactly what she did for him. "Tristan." She moaned. 'You feel so good."

He thrusted again. "You too baby." He kissed her. His breathing came out in gasps as the talked. "You too." He grinded and pushed, making sure that she felt the bulge that was screaming to get out, screaming to be touched, screaming to explode.

That caused her center to release a fresh round of juices, her pussy throbbing to be touched. "Tristan god…now!"

Tristan nodded fast and went to work, his fingers shaking.

What was wrong with him?

He has had sex with so many girls before and already slept with Rory…several times before…but every time he was with her he felt like the first time. He couldn't breath, his whole body shook and he knew that if he wasn't inside of her soon he was going to explode.

He undid his jeans and brought them down to his knees along with his boxers. At the same time Rory undid her jeans and pushed them down as well.

She thanked god she took a birth control pill before she left because she didn't think she'd be able to stop.

Tristan's fingers dug into her waist and pulled her opening to his hard cock that was oozing with pre-cum. He grabbed his cock and guided it to her opening. He hissed feeling the initial wetness upon entering and then just lunged his body forward his hands on either side of her head as his cock hit the hilt, her head tilting to side and his eyes closed as they moaned together.

This is what she needed all day.

She needed him to be inside of him.

She craved it.

Rory brought her hands to his butt cheeks, her fingers leaving marks as he moved his hips in a forward motion as he entered her and then felt him pull away as he exited her before re-entering even harder then the last time.

They could hear the pulsing music from inside. It seemed to sync in with his movements.



The song grew…She braced her hand against the wall behind herself as she bounced. He brought his knee to her middle keeping her steady.



Just as the song hit the highest peak they both saw white coming together, their names coming out as whispers as their souls intertwined together at their highest point of desire.

They weren't saying it but they were both feeling it.

Each of them had never felt like this before. Dean had been Rory's first boyfriend but never could find it in herself to love him. She had been with him for months but he never made her feel the way Tristan did. It was ironic in a way. She had only been with Tristan for a few weeks but she already felt like she could be in…


She wasn't going to say it.

There was no way she was In Love

Tristan could say with complete confidence that he had been with almost ever girl in Chilton. And now Rory was added to the list.

But she had her own list, a list where no girl could ever compete to be on. There were his conquests and then there was her…Mary…his Mary. Could he be In…?


It wasn't possible that he was In love

However, as they gazed into each other's eyes, their bodies calming down from those explosive orgasms they knew…

They couldn't be without each other.

"Don't ever leave me okay?" Tristan was vulnerable, his voice was stern but shaky and his eyes, those blue, piercing pleading eyes that just touched her down into her soul. "Your mine Rory." He whispered before kissing her. He pulled back, his lips hovering over hers, barely touching. "I won't let you leave me." She swallowed hard, his voice slightly "Your mine." He repeated as he kissed her again.

"I'm yours." She agreed pulling away, leaning her forehead against his, his cock still inside of her as they rocked. "I'm yours."


Rory and Lane interlaced their arms together lagging behind Tristan and Henry who laughed, playfully hitting each other as they all four of them made their way back to the car.

Your mine

Those words kept repeating in her mind.

When he had told her that it startled her a bit. Not because of what he said but of how he said it.

With Intensity…

With such feeling…

It made her mind whorl.

They were really doing this and they were getting in deep.

"Rory?" Lane said her name, waving a hand in front of her. "You in there?"

"Hmm." She looked at Lane and then smiled. "Yeah." She laughed suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I just have a lot on my mind."

"I can see that." She said. "Is everything okay?"

Rory glanced at Tristan as he unlocked his car. She got another twitch in her stomach seeing him running his hand through his dirty blond hair in his review mirror. "Great." She assured.

"Okay." Lane smiled, satisfied with the answer.

"Lane?" Rory said.

"Yeah." Lane asked looking at her again.

"Thanks for what you did in there. I'll admit it shocked me because you're not the type of person that would…"

"Hey." She interrupted. "No one gets away from making my friend cry. I know you would have done the same for me."

Rory nodded. "Definitely."

The hugged each other and jogged the rest of the way when Tristan called out their names with impatience.

They drove away, zooming down the roads, the wind flying through her hair. She kept her gaze on the night sky.

She was different.

She felt herself changing but instead of scaring her it was exhilarating her.

Tristan was opening her up to so many new things. Without him, she would never have given anything that had to do with Chilton a chance.

Her heart ached when she was with him and her heart called for him when she was away from him.

She smiled glancing at him and realized she was happy.

And it was because of Tristan.

She snuggled against the heat of the car seat. She just couldn't wait to see what being with Tristan had in stored for her next.

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