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Chapter List
- 1-Heatwave
- 1
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:
- 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.

�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.

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.�
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