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Chapter List
- 1-Tiskets, Taskets and Tristans
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10 - end
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** Part 10

Rory
drove like a mad woman arriving at the airport in record time. She followed
James�s directions through the maze that was the busy airport to the counter of
the obviously exclusive charter the DuGrays used. Rory made a mental note to kiss the butler
when the clerk at the counter recognized her immediately from the butler�s
descriptions and let her in handing her a ticket to give her access to the
terminals. The price of the ticket, next
to the words non-refundable made Rory
gasp in surprise. Feeling a surge that
could only be described as panic Rory ran through the airport stopping only
once to make a hurried bee-line at a restroom when an idea popped into her
head. At the large mahogany doors of the
exclusive terminal, Rory caught her breath while the attendant checked her
ticket then held her breath again as the doors were opened for her.
�and
then, there he was.
Madeline�s
party.
The
piano room immediately came to mind.
Except that this was much worse.
Tristan
sat alone in the large vacant terminal. Large
floor-to-ceiling windows covering one whole side did an excellent job of
casting miserable looking shadows across the room. The effect was spectacularly depressing. A small, sad, half-empty leather duffle bag
lay slumped at Tristan�s feet. It
completed the look. She had never seen
him look more miserable and alone. Rory
did not know what she was expecting to see when she went through those doors,
but this was definitely not it. Slumped
in the corner Tristan did not notice the soft footfalls of the timid girl
approaching.
�Hey��
Rory softly called out when Tristan did not look up right away.
�Rory?�
Tristan frowned in recognition. It
wasn�t exactly the reaction Rory had been hoping for.
�I
called your house, �Rory looked at the ground suddenly at a loss of words, �your�
umm... James told me you had already left.�
Tristan
had been caught in a vulnerable position and his defense mechanism kicked in,
�and
you came here to make sure I got on the plane?�
Tristan stood.
�Um,
no� I...�
�You
came hoping to catch the tail-end of my farewell speech?�
�No�
I--�
�You
came to throw yourself at my feet and beg me not to go?
Rory
opened her mouth but closed it right away feeling blood rush to her face, what
he said wasn�t exactly true, but it still made her wonder what indeed she was
doing there.
�Why
are you here Rory?�
�Um,
our date��
�The
opera?� Tristan clarified.
�Yeah,
um� at the end�� Rory looked at the door nervously waiting for someone to break
their privacy. Nobody came.
�Rory?� Tristan grew curious.
�Why
didn�t you kiss me?� Rory spat out before she lost her nerves. Her ears burned.
�Is
that why you came?� Tristan pressed raising an eyebrow.
�--I
mean did I stink? Or� or� was I just
such bad company you couldn�t wait to get rid off me or--�
�Go
home Rory.� Tristan sat back down slightly amused.
�What?�
Rory stopped cold. What had he said? �What did
you say?�
�Go
home�� Tristan repeated, �Go to your bag boys and marry one of them. Live the small town fairy tale.�
The
sarcastic, superior air in Tristan�s attitude was taunting.
�No�
Rory choked back the impulse to turn back.
Tristan
dismissed her with a half smile, �The date never happened.�
�Why
are you saying this?�
Tristan
looked thoughtful as if he were fighting with himself to find the right
answer. Exhaling loudly, he stood up to
put the most weight that he could behind his next words, Rory looked at him
through glassy eyes, not yet teary, but already lacking the confidence they had
just minutes ago.
�Because
I have to.�
�I
don�t understand� Rory tried to look into his eyes.
Tristan
ran his hand through his hair in apparent frustration,
�Rory,
whether that night had ended like you wanted it to�� he looked into her eyes
then, �or even better, like I did��
Rory
blushed and looked away self conscious, but he wasn�t done speaking so she
turned her eyes to him once more, willing him to continue.
�Regardless
of how that night had ended, it would not have changed the output of me, having
to be here today� just the way I felt about leaving. Frankly, I don�t need another reason to think
about and miss you.�
Tristan�s
eyes were a blue so intense Rory only had one thing she could say in response,
�Oh��
Tristan
could only manage a sad, pathetic smile as he sat back down, �Go home Rory, it
was nice to see you.�
Rory
really didn�t know what force had possessed her to make her come this far. She didn�t understand what was driving her
now but she felt that she couldn�t leave this as it was. It, whatever �it� was, was unfinished. There was an uncertain feeling lingering in
her stomach that this might be the last time she would ever see Tristan. There was a level of safety in that thought
and right now she desperately needed closure or she would go nuts with
wonder. Rory drew courage from this
safety now and used it.
�Well� Here then� She pulled her hand out of her
purse and offered her closed fist to Tristan who looked up confused but held
out his hand anyway. Rory passed the
tiny article into his hand, careful to fold his hand over before he had a
chance to see what it was.
Tristan
did not need to see what it was.
��I
just thought� In case you run out again�
Her face was a bright crimson and she took a step back looking at the ground. In her mind she had laughed at his reaction� What the hell had she been thinking?
Tristan
felt the nearly weightless material with his fingertips awkwardly finding a
delicate scalloped edge. His pulse
quickened. These, were not of the everyday white cotton variety.
�A
goodbye present?� his eyes lit up with blue fire, �Well� if you�re
offering� I would much rather have the
one�s you have on now.� His lips curled
into a comfortable, taunting leer. It
was amazing, he thought, how quickly she could get him to forget that there was
a world around them� at this point all there was to him was the blushing
brunette in front of him, and he was fine with that. �Trade you?�
�I�m�
umm� not wearing any� Rory felt small beads of sweat forming on the
back of her neck as she said it. She was
very much aware that she was standing in front of Tristan Dugray with nothing
underneath her skirt and all of a sudden feeling entirely underdressed, closed
her stance pressing her thighs together, �I took them off before I came
in. They�re the ones I gave you.�
�Really?� Tristan�s voice was deep. His eyes flashed down to her skirt as if
looking for evidence to what she had just admitted to before meeting her
determined yet frightened eyes once again.
�Yes�
Rory swallowed hard feeling a painful lump travel down to her stomach, �Do you
want to see?�
Now
it was Tristan�s turn to swallow. He sat
up making Rory take another timid step backwards.
�Show
me.�
�Kiss
me� Rory stammered more nervous than she wanted to appear.
Tristan
stood up; it was such a deliberate statement of a gesture that Rory gasped a
little feeling any sense of safety evaporate in the room.
So this is
what playing chicken with Tristan felt like�
�Do
you know what you are doing?� Tristan�s voice came from deep inside his
chest. It was more warning, than question.
�Yes�
Rory�s bottom lip trembled a bit and she fully realized by the look in
Tristan�s eyes that she had not fooled him one bit. She tried again, a little more firmly,
�Yes�
Tristan
looked into Rory�s eyes and immediately recognized the innocent, rebellious
fear that had been her trademark back in Chilton. Gone was the secure, confident girl he took
to the opera a couple of days ago. In
her place was the Rory Gilmore of his memories, the one that fueled his
fantasies still� Delicate ripe fruit, ready
to be plucked and enjoyed,
�On
my terms.�
�Okay��
Rory timidly agreed.
Tristan
noticed Rory nervously glance between his hand holding her underwear and the
door. If she was willing someone to
enter, it wasn�t working. Her legs were
a little shaky and she seemed to be at a loss on what to do with her hands� and
yet she was still there. She was
determined; Tristan had to give her that.
�Do
you want these back?�
Tristan
opened his hand letting the lavender wispy thing dangle from his index finger
having a very good idea what Rory would do.
She didn�t disappoint.
The
sight of Tristan holding up her underwear for anybody to see was beyond
embarrassing and Rory reached for them wide-eyed. Tristan almost laughed. He used Rory�s momentum to spin her around
and with his hands on her hips he leaned over and kissed her.
Tristan
half expected Rory to jerk her head back and slap him; instead, after the
initial shock she kissed him back ravenously sparking a reaction inside both that
caused them to jerk back surprised and breathless.
It
was that intense.
There
was an energy in the room that Rory was suddenly acutely aware of, a heat
radiating from Tristan that was almost palpable. It was obscene, and it was reaching for her. She felt it like she felt the tingles on her
fingertips, her toes, ears� among other places.
Rory
took a timid step backwards glancing at the giant windows behind her before
adjusting her direction and taking another step back. There was no denying that in a matter of
seconds she would be pinned to the wall behind her so she sensibly diverted
Tristan towards the rich, burgundy-colored curtains near the corner. Just because she was about to do something in
a very public place didn�t mean she was ready to have it be a spectator sport.
The
look in Tristan�s eyes made her legs turn to jelly. He covered the distance between them fluidly,
expertly� with a confidence that left Rory slack-jawed and wide eyed.
�Do
you know what you are doing?� Tristan threw the disclaimer out there one more
time for Rory�s sake.
�Your
terms� right?� Rory managed to meet his eyes, but had to clench her teeth to
keep her lips from quivering.
Tristan
had little doubt in his mind that Rory would run out as soon as he inched near
her so he kept his eyes open as he leaned in ready to catch her if she tried to
flee. Except she didn�t jump, she didn�t
run away. Sure, her body trembled as he
loomed over her and he felt a shiver himself when he noticed goose bumps form
on her bare arms, but she did not move.
She smelled of baby powder and coffee and her shallow breaths held the
tiniest hint of something Tristan only recognized too well. That now gnawed at his self-control and his
face felt hot as he refused his body�s impulse to ravage Rory on the spot. Just inches away from her face he realized he
was fighting a loosing battle, he could try to play the gentleman, but when
Rory languidly opened her mouth to welcome his kiss all rules and self-imposed
restraints were broken and tossed out the window.
The
kiss felt like a title wave.
Rory
sighed into Tristan�s mouth as she felt a wave of relief wash over both
followed by a powerful wave of recognition as her body responded to his touch.
Rory
and Tristan stumbled backwards as she felt her knees go weak. Feeling Rory slip from his grasp Tristan
reached down and picked her up reeling in the junior high sensation of his hand
on her ass even as he lost his balance.
�Ugh!�
Rory coughed out as her back was slammed against the wall behind her. The curtains billowed around them in flashes
of burgundy and black giving them a sense of false security both hungrily
desired.
At
the other end of the terminal, the large mahogany doors noiselessly opened and
a well to-do couple was ushered in to board the readied plane by a perfectly
manicured stewardess. Right away, the
stewardess noticed the sad, pathetic leather bag laying abandoned near the
corner and hesitantly shook of the initial sense of dread that took over. She was not flying for a commercial airline
anymore after all.
Somebody would
not stow a bomb in a three thousand dollar Gucci duffle, she
reassured herself. The owner was
probably just grabbing a cocktail, or taking a leak.
The
stewardess leaned over the microphone on the desk to announce final boarding
when she caught movement in the corner of her eye.
Damn it�
Always in my fucking shift. She glared at the
shrouded figures behind the curtains.
She stepped back from the microphone clearly annoyed and left to get a
magazine for the flight. She�d give them
ten minutes, but if they weren�t done when she got back, she was interrupting!
�What
was that?!� Rory gasped out keeping her eyes tightly closed.
�Nothing�
Never mind�� Tristan tasted the skin of Rory�s slender neck as he lifted her
shirt.
�Tris��
Rory tried again
�They�ll
go away� Tristan pushed Rory�s bra up above her breast leaning in. He silently cursed the thick curtains; he
would have loved to see what Rory looked like in the light.
�They?!...
Ugh�� Rory gave in. The feeling of
Tristan�s warm lips finding their way around her left nipple was
indescribable. So incredible she
couldn�t think straight. She knew that
she should have been thinking about what a colossal mistake this was and how much
she was going to regret it when it was over, but she couldn�t think
straight. She couldn�t think of doing
anything else but reach for a fold of curtain beside her and draping it over
Tristan with a frustrated gasp to give him the privacy to continue doing what he
was doing.
Rory
whimpered in frustration as she reached with her other hand for the curtain. Her writhing got to Tristan who impatiently
grabbed the curtain behind him and pushed it into her hand, �Here� before
returning his hand to Rory�s thigh where he relished in the almost painfully slow
pace of inching it higher under her skirt.
Her
skin was amazingly smooth and despite her writhing and whimpered mews she was
still cool to the touch. Her skin
reminded him of--
�A
porcelain doll��
�What?�
Rory breathed out trying to steady herself against the wall with her free hand.
�Nothing
nothing� sorry� he left her breast to drink from her lips once more.
�Mm,
okay�� Rory got in between hungry kisses.
The cold AC on her exposed left breast made her agonizingly
sensitive. Her right breast ached for
release and equal attention but she could not avoid focusing on Tristan�s hand
gaining ground confidently underneath her skirt. Right underneath her ass now, his hand
skillfully teased and caressed her with the lightest of touches. It was enough to drive a pouty moan from Rory
which drove Tristan on.
Tristan
brought her knee up wrapping her leg around him. Rory, already on tip toes struggled between
letting go of the curtain to wrap her arms around Tristan for support or
staying teetering for balance and keeping them concealed. In the end modesty won despite her aching
calf muscle which threatened to cramp at any second. She had Tristan�s body propping her up, his very
obvious erection throbbing against her stomach.
Knowing
that she was doing that to him made
her head swim, especially when she focused on his palm now on her bare bottom� his
fingers touching her places she had
only touched before�
Instinctively
Rory raised her leg to give Tristan better access fully aware now that she
would come to regret this later.
Tomorrow, she would be stricken with panic as a dictionary full of �what
ifs� presented itself to her and she refused to meet her mother�s eyes at the
breakfast table. She was supposed to be
the good girl� the girl that didn�t let some boy finger-fuck her in an airport
terminal.
�Oh
god!� Rory cried as she felt Tristan�s fingers slip inside her a little
deeper. She was being� �oh�� She didn�t
want to repeat it, even in her thoughts it sounded too lewd, too gross, too
erotic and she would spontaneously combust is she dwelled in the thought much
longer. Instead she buried her face in
Tristan�s neck and tried to raise her leg a little higher.
Tristan
had never felt anything like her before.
He had never had to work so hard to keep himself in check. Already, he had almost lost it twice, first
when he realized that she hadn�t been lying about not wearing anything
underneath her skirt, and then again when his fingers reached their destination
and he found Rory slick with desire.
Rory
wasn�t cool to the touch everywhere Tristan discovered. In fact, she was downright burning hot inside
and Tristan had to close his eyes and take a deep breath to keep himself from
loosing it right there. Then, emboldened
by Rory�s breath on his neck�
�Oh�
oww!� Rory felt a sharp stab of pain between her legs and bit down hard on
Tristan�s neck to keep from crying out which Tristan misinterpreted for
encouragement. He grunted loudly as he
crushed her body against the wall with his�
Though
the sting began to fade after a minute or two, tears still escaped Rory�s
tightly closed lids. Things are gonna be okay, she silently
told herself as tears ran down her face unto Tristan where she nuzzled at the
bite in silent apology. Rory dried her
eyes on Tristan�s shirt� she didn�t want him to stop.
�Whatever
Rory was doing to his neck was working wonders on Tristan. The sharp bite followed by the soothing lap
of her tongue was exotic and exciting� more importantly, it was new to him! Tristan really needed to be inside Rory� he
was aching for her� so when she undid some of the lower buttons of his shirt to
shyly trace the lines of his stomach�
Rory�s
body was left spinning when Tristan pulled away from her. She blinked her eyes open in time to see
Tristan going for his belt. Noticing
what Tristan surely had missed, Rory stammered an apology,
�I�m�
I�m sorry�
�What?�
Tristan looked up to meet her eyes, then followed her gaze to his hands at his
belt, his right hand in particular� slick� and tainted with blood.
�Rory?�
�I�m
sorry�� her lips quivered, �I� I��
�I
thought you�d� why didn�t you�� Tristan stumbled out wide eyed feeling a
sinking sensation in his stomach. He
looked at his fingers and back to Rory who timidly pulled her shirt down to
cover herself, her eyes were glazed over with tears, �Are you ��

�FLIGHT 107 OUT OF BRADLEY INTERNATIONAL��
The terminal boomed around them.

�That
is my flight� Tristan offered to Rory not really sure if it helped any. He didn�t think it did, but he said it anyway.
�You
should go�� Rory excused him. She
noticed a small blood stain on Tristan�s khakis near his waist which made her
take notice of his hand again. Feeling
guilty and responsible she grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and
covered his palm using the underside to wipe his fingers clean. Tristan, lost in a daze could only look
on. Even now, the sight of Rory�s naked
legs made his stomach churn and his erection begin to stir anew. Rory, lost in what she was doing had no idea
how she was exposing herself to Tristan� nor the effect it was having on him.
�I�ll
call you� Tristan said genuinely. Rory
let go of his hand not meeting his eyes.
�You
don�t have to� she shyly offered him an out, guessing at what he meant by his terms�
�I�ll
call you� He repeated with more conviction.

�FINAL BOARDING FOR FLIGHT 107�� The room
echoed loudly.

It�s
okay if you don�t�� Rory took a small step back putting some distance between
them. She self consciously smoothed out
her skirt over her thighs.
�Rory��
Tristan�s voice was loaded with confused promise.
�You
have to go� She softly reminded him.
Tristan opened his mouth to say something but the sound of the
microphone clicking off stopped his words before they could come out.
�Go�
Rory reassured him. She hoped her words
didn�t carry the little-girl-fright she was feeling, �you�ll call me� if you
want�
Tristan
looked into her crystal blue eyes, the only color he could distinguish in the
shadows of the curtains and nodded. He
struggled with himself to find the right set of words that would made him feel
like less of a jerk for leaving her like that but he couldn�t come up with a
thing.
He�d never
work for Hallmark�
Tristan
looked at Rory one more time memorizing how she looked at that moment, then stepped
out from behind the curtains walking swiftly to the gate snatching his bag in
the process. There was nobody at the
terminal desk so he marched right into the narrow hallway leading up to the plane. Sure enough, the stewardess greeted him at
the end of the hallway expecting him.
She took his bag letting him know the tower had already cleared them for
take off and would do so as soon as he was seated. The champagne for the flight was Krug Clos du
Mesnil 1990 chilled at 18 degrees Celsius and would be served
shortly after take off. Tristan nodded
mechanically and took a seat in the back, farthest from the only other people
in the plane, an elderly couple. He had
tons of things he needed to think about all of a sudden, and the couple looked
like they were talkers.

*End*
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