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Alone With My Mind	By : Moonbeam Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 8654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Gilmore Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Tristan Musings
- 2-Lady Gilmore
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Title: Tristan Musings

Author: Moonbeam

Spoilers: Tristan did go.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my grotty little mind and even then I have to compete with the voices.

Author's Note: This is my first smut story so if it sucks I truly apologise, therefore I have a favour to ask. If it does suck I'll stop writing the series that is sitting in my head bobbing up and down going 'trala lala lala'. If it doesn't suck too much let me know and I'll finish the other four parts. Thanks cya, hope you enjoy.

Alone With My Mind

Part One - Tristan Musings

By Moonbeam
Tristan looked around the empty classroom and down at his uniform; he was back, back at Chilton. The king had returned and yet he felt more like the idiot son returning to a family that didn't want him. He knew that he would be accepted back as though he had never left, that was what the Dugray name and his previous position of power within these walls afforded him. Yet he wished that he could start things anew and stop feeling as though he could never right his past sins. He also knew that there was really only one sin that he wanted to right, Rory, he wished he could go back and change their past. All of the other things he could live with so long as he could change what had transpired between them. He was determined to regain the questionable friendship they had once shared and to strengthen it; maybe one day the two of them would be great friends. Now he knew he wanted something more and maybe he always would but still a friendship for all it's problems was better than what they had now, nothing.
Tristan looked up when the door opened and was surprised to see the object of his affection walk through the door. She looked up from the floor she had been staring at and directed her gaze towards where he was standing at the back of the room. She looked confused for a moment before smiling broadly at him and navigating her way quickly through the desks, dropping her bag and cup on the way. She stood in front of him and there was a moment of discomfort and indecision before she stretched up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was shocked but through the cotton wool overriding his brain his arms circled her slim waist to wrap her securely in his embrace. He felt warm, that was the only real thought as aas able to process, until his brain started to clear and he registered how soft and small she was pulled against him. She leaned her head further into his neck until her lips were next to his ear before whispering the last words he was expecting and the first that he longed for,

"I missed you."
"I missed you too Mary," the name slid past his lips before he thought about it and he mentally slapped himself.
Instead of the indignation that he was expecting she laughed, the chuckle radiating through her body and as a result his. His body picked that moment to register that her body was flush against his, the proximity of the star of most of his late night fantasies was not something his body was prepared for. He felt the first threads of lust radiate through him and he wondered what he could do to still them before they affected him to the point where Rory would notice. The obvious solution was to move away from her, but he wouldn't give up this closeness for anything, even if it was his undoing. She pulled him tighter into the embrace and he felt his control over his body's reaction turn into a need that would consume him so he moved away from her and sat at the closest desk hoping it would offer some cover. Unfortunately for him it was directly behind her desk and when she moved, sat down and turned her questioning gaze he wished that he were back at military school and away from the amazing woman before him. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to alleviate the tension in his body as well as the tension between himself and Rory without alerting her to his predicament.
He attempted to change the topic but his semi-alert brain was unable to construct a plausible lie or topic change. She picked up the coffee cup that sat discarded on her desk and took a sip without breaking eye contact. A drop of the dark liquid fell from the lid of the cup and onto her bottom lip, her tongue darted to gather the stray drop and Tristan couldn't contain his groan. He head filling with images of her tongue licking its way up his chest before she leaned up to kiss him and her tongue swept along his. Rory heard his groan and her eyes widened slightly while he shifted again wishing that his body was not so responsive to her. She looked at him with confused eyes for a moment trying to figure out what had caused the groan. Realisation widened her eyes more but disbelief clouded them until under her intense gaze he had to shift again. The disbelief disappeared and her eyes cleared as though someone has turned a light on inside her head. Instead of the blush that he was expecting a predatory smile took over her face and he wondered if this was in fact the Rory that he had known.
She stood up and moved around to stand next to his desk, she looked down at his face for a moment before her eyes wandered down his body finding the last bit of proof that she needed. The smile broadened and her eyes travelled back up to his face.
"Listen Rory, I'm sorry, umm, I really want us to be friends."
"Just friends?"
"Well," Tristan couldn't lie to her, not while looking into her eyes. "No, I want more than friendship but I'm willing to accept just being your friend, if you'll let me." Tristan tried his hardest to ignore the way that Rory's eyes kept darting down to the enlarging bludge beneath his pants.
"And if I want more?"
"Um, do you?"
"Well, you see I missed you," her eyes darted to his crotch again before darting back up to his eyes. "And I think you missed me too, and well I think that we could be more than friends."
"What do you mean by more than friends?" He willed her to stop looking at him like that, this situation was uncomfortable as it was but the gleam that darkened her eyes was testing every reserve of control he had.
"We could wait and see how it goes."
"How what goes?"
"This," she said as she bent down and captured his lips with hers, she opened her mouth slightly darting her tongue out to flick against his bottom lip, his mouth opened without thought and he was rocketed back to reality as her tongue moved slowly against his. He groaned and deepened the kiss, catching the back of her neck with his hand and pulling her closer to him. Her hand slid into his hair while the other moved beneath his blazer to massage his chest through the thin material of his shirt.
He pulled away and looked at her before asking,

"How'd it go?"
"Good, but I think a bit more information is needed before a final decision is reached."
"Okay," he said pulling her to him again.
Rory pulled back and sat on Tristan's desk facing him, looking down at him, he reached his hands up to her waist and slid her across the desk so she was sitting on his lap instead. His arms trailed down over her hips, down her thighs until he reached the hem of her skirt, he looked up at her eyes for a signal that it was okay before moving his hands below the hem of her plaid skirt and over her smooth thighs. His hands kept to theer ter thigh until he reached the base of her hips, they slowly moved in brushing softly against the cotton of her underwear before stopping at the soft skin of her abdomen. He began to trace slow circles with his thumbs over the smooth skin he found there, she moved against him as the ministrations began affecting her. He groaned as her body came in contact with his erection, and he felt what little control over his reaction he had left slip away. She smiled at him and rocked against him again this time her movements were slow and intentional, his hands fled across her stomach to her hips where he gripped her tightly stilling the movement.
She bent down close to his ear, "What's wrong?"
"You're�stop�now�never."
She chuckled slightly at the discontinuous speech; her warm breath sliding down his neck as her lips gently kissed the tender skin below his ear lobe. He growled and pulled away from her mouth taking a few deep breaths so he could form the sentence that needed to be said.

"Either we stop now or I won't be able to."
"Who said I wanted to stop," she replied moving forward again to capture his mouth.
He had all the encouragement he needed so he moved his hands away from her hips and out from beneath her skirt, she whimpered slightly until she felt his hand rest on her waist before moving upwards. Rory pulled her hands from the back of his neck and down to the collar of his jacket she began pulling at the material until it began to move away from his body. The material stopped moving when all of the slack had been taken up and Tristan's hands once again gripped her waist to lift her releasing the caught material. Once the jacket lay discarded on the floor her hands began roaming over his chest feeling the muscles move with him as his hands cupped her breasts lifting them slightly before his thumbs caressed their underside circling up but refusing to slid across nippnipple. She moved hoping to catch him off guard and gain the contact she craved but he anticipated her and stopped moving his thumbs. She whimpered and moved away from his mouth, he refrained from looking her in the eyes and instead moved his head down to her neck and placing a kiss over her pulse point, his mouth moved along her neck before settling in the hollow between her collar bones. He smiled slightly as he began sucking gently on the spot before finally moving his thumbs across her breasts causing her to arch against him and increase the pressure of his mouth, she moaned at the double sensation and suddenly moved her hands to the buttons on his shirt. She began undoing the buttons and gently massaging the tan skin that was revealed by each button.
He pulled away from her throat his mark darkening the silky skin he had discovered there, and his hands moved away from her breasts. Rory looked at him but he ignored her and went to the task at hand, his hands again skipped beneath the hem of her skirt but this time his hands moved along the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs until he reached a spot where her whimpering turned to moans and her hands stilled. He traced lazy patters around the skin there with each sweep he got closer to the apex of her thighs, where a warm heat was radiating down to her thighs and warming his hands slightly. She whimpered and he smiled at the effect he was having on her, his thumbs brushed against the material of her panties and he moaned when he found the cotton soaked, he probed with greater force and she whimpered when he reached her body. He moved his thumb around and she tried to direct his finger to her clit, but his hand was hindered due to the scrap of wet fabric that hid her from him.
He pulled his hand back and wondered how he could remove the underwear, he finally couldn't think of anything so he gently gripped the crotch and with a small movement broke the material. Rory whined for a second until his finger slid back between her folds, he bi-passed her clit and slid a finger slowly inside of her, then out again. Rory bucked off of him and slammed down again hoping to gain release to the pressure that was slowly building in her abdomen causing her body to tick and her walls to clench around him. She moaned again when another finger joined the original stretching her, she rocked harder against him wanting the release he was withholding from her, at her silent plea Tristan moved his thumb up and slid it over her clit barely touching the sensitised nub. She almost screamed out his name but held it in when his mouth descended upon hers to silence the growing moans that emanated from her which each sweep of his thumb. Soon Rory was bucking wildly against his hand and he felt her tightening, she threw her head back and screamed his name as she came clamping down on fingers and spasming wildly. He continued to massage her clit as she rode out her orgasm only pulling his fingers away when she had stopped shuddering. He looked at his fingers covering in her and couldn't help himself he darted a tongue out and tasted her, both moaned, her for the sight and him for her taste it was something he knew then to be unique to Rory.
Rory's hands moved to the remaining buttons on his shirt and pulled the fabric away from him revealing his smooth tanned chest to her intense stare, he shifted suddenly uncomfortable under her scrutiny. She smiled at him and began moving her hands over his chest scratching at the skin in places causing Tristan to moan, when he did her movement became more forceful. He slid his hands along her waist pulling her shirt from the skirt and pulling at the button holding her skirt in place, he loosened it and realised she would have to get off of him if he was going to take it off. He left it and moved instead up to the buttons on her blouse opening them with practised ease and quick movements. Once she was left in nothing but her bra he moved towards her taking a hold of her nipple with his teeth through the almost see through material. She moaned and her hands moved around to his back needing at thsclescles that twitched beneath her fingers.
He worked until the nipple was a stiff peak which ached and sent pleasure directly to her core then he pulled away from her ignoring her groan and moving his mouth over the other breast doing the same to it. He pulled away again and looked at her skirt surprised when he saw her lift it over he head and toss it to the floor. She moved her hands to his belt removing it from the loops holding it and tossing it in the same direction as her skirt, but the pants were not as easy to remove. Tristan again grabbed her around the waist and lifted her placing her on the desk; Rory gasped when the cold wood came in contact with her heated flesh. He stood and quickly removed the last barriers between himself her, he stood before her naked for just a moment before quickly sitting back down more self conscious than he ever before remember being, what if he wasn't enough for her? His fears flew out the window when her small, warm hand descended over his erection causing him to jump up slightly while his mind fought for an actuhoughought. She stroked him twice before her hand left him and moved behind her back to undo her bra letting it fall to the floor. His hands moved up to cover them and both groaned at the electricity that the touch sparked. He gently massaged the soft flesh rolling her nipples every few seconds then squeezing them gently at first then harder as her moans increased in volume.
Rory caught Tristan's eye and gave him final consent; "I need you inside me now."
Tristan needed no further prodding his hands left her breasts and gripped her waist lifting her off the desk and gliding her down until she rested just against his head. He stayed still as he pulled her down onto him, catching her first cries of pain in his mouth as he kissed her waiting for her to become accustomed to him. She rocked against him and he knew she was ready for him to move within her, he lifted her and brought her down again easily grinding her clit with his hard pelvic bone. She took over the movements once she had them down and his hands left her hips moving up to cover her breasts again and continue teasing her with his movements. She ground against him faster and harder as her climax neared so he concentrated on anything else so he wouldn't have to think of the feelings coursing through him. He was here with Rory the only girl he had ever wanted to have more with than just this. To be inside her to feel how hot and wet she was and tightly clamped around him, she was everything of his fantasies and so much more because these feelings were actually real. She was really riding him and she was really arching against his hands pleading silently with him to take her over the brink.
He removed one of his hands and replaced it with his mouth, he captured the nipple between his teeth and gently bit down on it as she spasmed against him again locking him in position as she clamped down on him and shuddered with the force of the orgasm rocketing through her. Only when he felt her come did he let himself go and instantly the sensations overloaded his senses and he felt his sacs tighten as he came within her, screaming her name.
They rode they orgasms out and remained exactly where they were until their breathing and heart rates had returned to normal. Tristan smiled at Rory and leaned up the kiss as as the world suddenly cleared and he found himself staring at Rory, only Rory was standing in front of him very much clothed. She had a worried look in her eyes and he blinked several times trying to work it out. Hokedoked around the classroom and down at himself, he found himself in the exact same position as he had been when Rory walked into the room. He was confused, what was going on, why did he see what he had just seen. Then like a great wave realisation hit, it had all been a daydream, the best and most vivid daydream he had ever had. He closed his eyes and he could still picture clearly every moment, hear every word, every feeling was exactly the same. He felt betrayed, betrayed by the realness of it all and by the fact that it wasn't true, none of it. It wasn't true and Rory would never want him like that, with the passion that his mind had conjured. He felt stupid and embarrassed but he tried to remain unchanged outside, let the life he had been living be good for something other than creating false memories.
He looked down at Rory and reed ted that she was speaking, "�you really freaked me out."
"Sorry, I didn't catch that," he tried to look her in the eye but found he couldn't.
"I said, when I came in you smiled and then your face went blank and I thought you were about to faint or something, you really freaked me out."
"No, sorry I just�well I don't know what happened."
"Okay�so you're back, the prodigal son returns."
"Yep I'm back and I don't feel the least bit like a prodigal anything."
Rory smiled at him before stretching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. He froze; it was so similar, exactly like his daydream. It was then realised that if this was another dream then he would take it even though he felt as he did about he last one it had been fabulous for those few real seconds to believe that she could ever want him. He'd see a therapist some time; maybe next year after all there were worse things to daydream about.
Rory lifted herself uter ter he relaxed and whispered in his ear, "I missed you."
"I missed you too Mary."
Rory chuckled and moved away taking a seat at the same desk as his dream, but he wasn't disappointed that this was real she had hugged him, of her own free will, greater than even his best daydream.
"I see some things never change." Rory said as he sat in the chair next to her.
Tristan turned to Rory his face a genuine seriousness, "Rory, do you t we we could ever be friends?"

"Do you want to be friends?" Rory asked as she studied his face.
He nodded and she smiled happy with what she had found before sticking her hand to him.
"Friends," she said with a happy smile.
"Friends."
Tristan and Rory turned to thent ont of the classroom with identical grins as the rest of the class began filing in.

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