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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: Lady Gilmore

Author: Moonbeam

Disclaimers: I own nothing, I even doubted whether I'd actually written AWMM #1 when I re-read it so I definitely don't own the characters or the book.

Author's Note: The bits in italics are taken from 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' by D.H. Lawerence.

Author's Note 2: I dedicate this to a couple people Liza and Laura whose stories reawokened my GG muse and Katriena who made me wanna send the first one in but mainly my editor, Jess who is bloody useless at making me write and keeps forgetting to nag me about it but who reads everything even if she doesn't watch the shows. Plus she listened to me have a mental breakdown this afternoon on the phone and kept the laughter to a minimum. Plus she helped me come up with a title and I suck at choosing a title, Thanks Dearie!!!

Alone With My Mind

Part Two - Lady Gilmore

By Moonbeam
She felt bad, naughty, she knew why she was here, a school assignment, but it didn't remove the sense of wrongness, to be reading this book, in a library, at school. It was just a book, a book with graphic descriptions of sex, but still just a book. A book she needed for her assignment. She could almost hear the glee in her mother's voice when she told her that she was reading this at Chilton, she'd be so proud. God she hoped Tristann'tn't know she was doing this, he made her blush with a look as it was. She wondered if she could actually take this book out, what would the librarian say, would she look at her oddly, one eyebrow raised in condescension?
She flipped forward from the title page, curious, would it get right down to it or would there be a gentle entry? She knew it was a literary classic but that didn't change the content and her reaction. She read a few lines and suddenly shut the book with a squeak, she hadn't meant to open it just there, and yet that little glimpse made her want to read the book more. She opened the page again and took a deep breath, then reading the lines again, she continued beyond them and she could feel her cheeks reddening. She soldiered on and continued to read, her blush was fading until she realised in her head the characters managed to morph into people who looked eerily like herself and Tristan. The blush returned full force and she closed the book again, her finger marking her place.
She moved through the aisles towards the back of the library where the librarians rarely visited, as the books here were rarely used since the subject matter was rather boring. She had found it was a great place to study if she didn't want to be disturbed, only Tristan knew she frequented this part of the library. She looked at the desk pushed against the wall below the window and then at the corner, she preferred the floor for reading. She went to the corner and sunk to the floor, she snuggled into the wall and opened her book again, she read a few lines and found herself replacing Oliver with Tristan, she needed to get him out of her head. She read a few more lines and tried to concentrate and keep the two separate, again it slipped in and she closed the book irritated. She sighed and resigned herself to thinking of Tristan for a little while.
It's been two months since he returned and it's all changed, she couldn't say he was completely reformed, she didn't think he ever would be and in truth she didn't want him to be like other guys, she liked him just they way he was. The main problem, she liked him, more than she should, more than a friend and more than she felt comfortable with. He hadn't been running around, but he didn't stop being Tristan, the boy who tormented her, and now changed her view of the world. He altered how she looked at things when he walked back in on her life and became her friend, she didn't know how he had managed it. Only two people had had that big an effect on her life, her mum and Lane, the two big constants in her life. Then he walked in and it felt so natural for him to be there, like they had been missing him before he joined them. She couldn't imagine being without him now, and it terrified her. She shook her head, thoughts of Tristan always ended with her feeling uncomfortable and generally confused, she opened the book again determined to just read this bit so she could get on with the assignment.
He suddenly drew her to him, and whipped his hand under her skirts again, feeling her smooth skin as his soft hand slid along her thigh, exciting a moan from deep within her throat, still the hand moved higher, stealing her breath. His other hand slowly crept from her waist to her back pulling the shirt from its confines at her waist, his fingers slid below to flitter across her flesh causing Rory to arch, away from his hand - towards his body. His soft touch caused her heart beat to hammer as his hand began to slid towards her inner thighs, her brain began to short out.
Rory jumped off the floor and looked around the aisle wildly, there was no one there, all alone, all in her mind, but it had felt so real. Maybe that was why they called it daydreaming, all the realness of a dream, even now she had trouble catching her breath.
Had she done any of it, really? No, even back here someone would have heard her, did that mean�could she�yes�no, yes�why not?�she would! She stood near the shelf and opened her book again, she knew that she shouldn't be doing this, especially in a library but it probably wouldn't work�and she really wanted to.
She read for a few pages, allowing herself to be drawn into the story, into the characters.
He bent over her indistinguishable face and kissed her - on the left eye, her cheek and jaw but refused to move his body from her side to meet her lips, even as her face turned to capture his he eluded her always a step ahead and constantly causing shivers to travel from the base of her spine up her back. He moved his lips to her neck, laying gentle kisses against the skin, he nipped at her neck before pulling his mouth from her skin drawing an annoyed sound from her throat, he chuckled, and his hand slid down her back, resting at the base of her spine.
Rory turned her neck and looked at Tristan, a man she had come to call best friend and she knew she shouldn't be thinking of him in this way, she dropped her head and turned, ashamed. Her hair fell over her shoulder and hid her face from him; he reached forward and pulled it back behind her ear revealing her neck to him again, she knew he saw her hesitancy. He tensed, and remained still until Rory moved her head, revealing her neck more to him, then his head moved forward and captured her skin between his lips and sucked it into his mouth, marking her as his.
He moved behind her, his mouth still attached to her neck and pulled her flush against him, she gasped and Tristan chuckled without moving. His hand sat on her hip moved slowly along her waist stopping at the buttons of her shirt, a finger sliding into the gap and running a circle along her flesh. She gasped at the heat that fled through her stomach at the gentle caress. She felt her heart race and she knew that they were in a library but this was�damn, he changed patterns and the little stars he now traced caused her heart to beat even faster. He moved his lips from her neck and she pouted at the loss of contact, his head raised slightly and he whispered in her ear,

"I'll be back," before tracing the curve of her ear with his tongue and moving to the other side of her neck.
She grew annoyed with his toying and twirled suddenly in his arms til they stood face to face, he looked mildly shocked as though his ministrations would leave her immobile. She chuckled now and taking the opportunity lifted her body to capture his lips. His mouth, slightly open already, widened as he felt her urgent tongue slid across his bottom lip and over his teeth til it slid along his. Suddenly Tristan was moved into action by his own moan and he pulled her body flush against his as his hand bunched in her hair pulling her mouth closer.
His other hand tugged at her shirt pulling it from the waistband of her skirt leaving her back open to his touch, he waisted no time sliding his hand underneath the material, sliding across her behind and up her back until he reached her bare skin. He stilled his hand and just felt her back, warming the skin. He moved his mouth across her cheek, giving her time to breathe and re-attached his mouth to her neck, over her pulse point. As she gasped he began to move his hand, she felt the area cool suddenly as he moved and she was torn between wanting the warmth back and keeping his hand moving, creating such wonderful sensations along her spine. His fingers traced her vertebrae as his tongue traced a similar pattern down her neck to slide along her collar-bone. Rory was never more glad for the hot weather than right then, as his tongue moved along the open skin that would have been covered on any other day.
Rory removed her hands from his hair and trailed them down his back loving the feel of his muscles beneath the thin cotton shirt. She felt lucky that he refused to tuck his shirt in at lunchtime no matter how matter how many teacher's picked him up as a result. She moved her hands with trepidation across the skin of his waist liking the silky feel and the way his nerves twitched beneath her fingers. Her fingers mimicked his, trailing up his back bunching the shirt as she went revealing the heated flesh to the cool air of the library. When she reached his shoulders her hands splayed along the blades enjoying the feel of them moving beneath her hands as his continued their assault on her back.
His hands trailed around her sides and over her ribs to capture her breasts in his palms, he lifted them slightly feeling their weight before closing his hands around them and squeezing gently eliciting a moan and her hands to still. He continued to gently knead her breasts as his thumbs trailed patterns along the soft cotton of her bra. She moved, pushing her chest more fully into his hands and removed her hands from his back, sliding them up his chest, and unbuttoning the first button, trailing a finger along the skin it revealed. He gasped quietly and in retaliation slid his thumb across her nipple, she ginned at him as her breath hitched and she released the next button. He continued to swipe at her nipples as she danced her fingers along his rapidly uncovered chest.
When she bared him to her she slid the shirt along his shoulders and down his arms, running her hands over his muscles trying not to sigh at the hardness she felt beneath his soft skin. She dropped his shirt to the floor as his hands moved to the buttons of her shirt, he overtly fumbled with the buttons brushing his hands against her breasts repeatedly. She chuckled and hit his hands away making swift work of the buttons and dropping the material on the floor.
She looked up at him to find his gaze stuck on her chest, she moved her hands to his waist and he suddenly woke up, his hands immediately attaching themselves to her breasts taking up his earlier ministrations, slowly applying more and more pressure until she thought she would start purring. She tried to stop her hands from shaking as she tried to undo his belt buckle, her hands fumbled and brushed against the tent in his pants. He hissed and removed his hands from her breasts, instead hurriedly undoing his buckle, and button and finally the zip on his pants. Rory watched fascinated as he began pushing his pants off, she let out a rush of air when his boxers were revealed, not sure what exactly to expect below them but suddenly very, very curious to find out.
She moved her hands to the button keeping her skirt up almost without thinking before she really knew what she was doing it was sitting on the floor and Tristan was looking at her with the oddest look in her eye, one she had seen a lot but could never place. She could only hope it was lust. He moved towards her quickly leaving his pants, shoes and socks on the floor behind him. She toed off her saddle shoes and didn't dare bend down to remove her socks, not quite willing to take her eyes off Tristan as though he might disappear.
He knelt in front of her and with his eyes on hers slowly slid the soft sock down her calf, letting his hand massage the soft flesh as he went. She sighed, he wasn't supposed to be able to make her legs feel as though the bones had been removed, she grabbed onto the shelf behind her for support as he lifted her leg to slid the sock all the way off. His raised his fingers to his lips and placed a kiss on them before placing them against the flesh on top of her feet. He moved to the second sock and she mentally groaned at his slow pace.
He finished removing her socks and stood up pulling her body flush against his, allowing her to feel the evidence of his arousal pressed tightly against her abdomen. She let out a rush of air as his mouth descended upon hers. His fingers moved to her back and began working on the clasp of her bra, undoing it with ease he pulled the straps off her shoulders without releasing her mouth. He pulled his chest back to pull the material away from her and threw it over his shoulder.
He pulled his mouth away from Rory's and trailed his lips down the column of her throat making his way down to her breasts. He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on his gently, Rory's head fell back and she tried to keep her moans as quiet as possible as her breath got quicker and quicker. He removed his mouth and her head flew back up to look down at him, only to see him grin and move his mouth to the other breast.
He ran his tongue along the nipple before enveloping it in his mouth and suckling on it gently. He increased the pressure just before he ran his teeth along the darkened flesh around the nub. She brought her hands up to his hair and drove them in applying pressure to his scalp and pulling his mouth closer to her body. She tore her eyes away from his head and looked up noticing her bra was sitting across the discarded book from earlier, she smiled. His teeth nibbled gently at her flesh and she screamed out, he quickly pulled away and moved his mouth over her's silencing the sound. Rory pulled away from him with a wicked gleam in her eye and looked at him standing before her, her gaze feel to his boxers, even more tented than before.
She reached out her hand and ran it along the material of the waistband, liking the feel of the cotton covering his body. She slid her hand beneath the material of his boxers securing her hand around his erection before moving it slowly back and forth encouraged by the deep, quiet moans escaping his throat. She pace was slow, almost too slow for her, but she liked the look of utter helplessness on his face as he tried to move her faster before realising he was at her mercy. He groaned and thrust up into her hand and she pulled away, instead grabbing the material of his boxers and pulling them down revealing his complete body to her. It was wonderful, the muscles lithe and noticeable beneath his tanned skin, a tan that went all the way down his body, she wondered if she could find out where he got that.
She shook her head slightly and watched as her hand reached out for him again and re-wrapped itself around him, she felt for a second detached from her hand until she felt him again, all warm skin and a hardness that she just wasn't expecting. She moved her fingers along him wishing she could taste him but knowing there wasn't time. She continued to move her hand tortuously slowly until her grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his body. She looked up at him beneath her lashes and couldn�t help the small smile that crossed her face.
"Evil women." He smiled slightly at her before pulling her underwear down, past her hips and to the floor. She stepped out of them and he got a wonderful view of her calves as she moved.
He trailed his hands up her legs curling his fingers around her knees and applying a little pressure to the sensitive skin behind them. He continued up her thighs, loving the feel of her silky skin beneath his fingers, he continued up bypassing her centre and moving up to slid his fingers around her hips, enjoying the feel of the rounded flesh apposed to the boniness of some of his past conquests. His hands continued up to slide around her waist.
He lifted her easily, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he walked them towards the wall, placing her body flush against the bricks. She gasped at the cold brick against her flushed skin, she noticed how the small imperfections scratched at her back while Tristan in front of her warmed her skin. His body felt both hard and soft against hers, and she loved the feeling. He dipped his head to brush against the soft skin of her neck, sending shivers through her body, rocking her against him. He pulled his head back and looked her in the eye,

"Are you sure."
"Yes," she breathed pulling his head back down to hers.
Tristan pulled his hands from her waist and roamed over her thighs, feeling her body relax against his as she got used to his touch he used his upper body to hold her to the wall, inadvertently crushing her breasts against his hard chest. She grasped at the pressure and sensation, as she re-fisted her hands into his hair and dragged his lips from her neck up to her mouth. She slid her tongue along his teeth until he unclenched his jaw allowing her to slide her tongue in and gently massage his as he positioned himself.
He slid his hand between their bodies sliding his fingers between her legs, slowly slipping one inside of her, drawing a deep moan from her throat. He smiled into their kiss and slid another in testing her and she began rocking her hips against his hand, sick of the tension in her body. She wanted a release and she wanted it now. He ran his thumb along her body and she shuddered against him, he swept his thumb against her clit and she almost screamed, biting her lip to keep it in. He pulled his hand away from her body and she groaned until she felt his erection pressed against her excited flesh.
He positioned himself and gently pushed into her body, allowing her body time to acclimatise to him before moving further in. He felt her barrier and kissed her before pushing quickly against her body sheathing himself completely within her. She screamed out against his mouth and he soothed her by moving his hands up and down her sides hoping to calm the tension entering her body. She began to breath through the pain and he felt the quick hot breaths against his neck.
"Do you want to stop?"
"No, just�a second."
She relaxed slowly and felt the pain leaving replaced by the oddest sensation, Tristan inside of her. It felt different than she had expected, almost like an invasion but the best one she could imagine. She still felt a dull ache but couldn't resist the temptation to move against him. He groaned against her neck but remained still until she told him it was okay.
She suddenly clenched her muscles and on reaction he trusted his body up against hers rubbing her back against the rough brick. She liked the sensation and continued to squeeze him, then release him while he tried to stay still. Finally he realised she was teasing him and pulled out of her slightly to move back into her stretching her just a little bit more. She grabbed onto his shoulders and gripped his flesh as he continued to pull in and out creating wonderful feelings throughout her abdomen as he did so.
Each time he pulled out he did so just a little bit more until he had pulled out almost completely before sliding back into her rapidly, she let out a small moan at the feeling. It was all new, more powerful with him. She felt the pressure building throughout her abdomen and she knew it would keep spreading until it became unbearable and then it would explode. She urge him on tightening her muscles as he pushed himself in again.
He set up a rhythm with her dropping his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth as his fingers dug into her hips keeping the rhythm going. She felt her release coming, the sensations were too powerful to ignore she began to move more forcefully against him using the wall for leverage. He groaned and dug his fingers into her hips as he matched her. She felt the slight pain in her hips but it couldn't compare with the feeling of his mouth on her and him inside of her.
She felt the pressure build up in her back, travelling through her limbs through her body until it filled her and then she felt her world collapse and her head fall back hitting the wall but she couldn't feel the pain, nothing could be painful at times like this. She couldn't hold it in any longer and opened her mouth to say his name�she screamed, as the shelves swam back into focus and she felt a hand on her shoulder and another that quickly covered her mouth to muffle the scream, she was about to fight against it when the smell of cinnamon registered and she relaxed and stopped screaming, his hand moved from its position and she turned to look at him.
"Tristan, you scared me."
"Really? Are you sure I just thought you liked to scream."
"Ha ha, what's with the sneaking up on people like that?"
"I stood there talking to you for a full minute before I touched your shoulder, you didn't respond. Where were you?"
"No where, just lost I my thoughts, sorry."
Her head felt light-headed and she knew she must look guilty, how could she not? She knew this had to stop, she needed to change the direction of what was happening between them, if that could happen in her mind then she knew that it wasn't going to be getting any better soon, without some action.
"Tristan?"
"Mmmm?" he was looking at the book open on the shelf in front of her, the book that would immediately incriminate her. She knew she had to move it but how without him being more interested.

"Rory, can I borrow this after you, I need it for the assignment and of course you got here first."
Rory smiled, he hadn't guessed,

"Yeah, take it now if you like."
"Don't you need it?"
"Nah, I um�I'm gonna do the other research before I get to the actual examples."
"Alright," he picked the book up and closed it, turning and smiling at her as he turned to get it out,

"Wait, Rory, didn't you want to ask me something?"
"Yeah, umm do you want to go to a movie on Saturday."
"Sure."
Rory moved towards Tristan and smiled, she was about to move past him when his lips caught her attention, she wondered would they feel like she imagined? Before she lost her nerve she raised herself and gently touched her lips to his, he was shocked, dropped the book and Rory began to pull away assuming her didn't want the same thing when his hands captured her head and pulled her back to him.
They were soft, she had been right, soft and tasted faintly of the plum he ate at lunch and even better than she had imagined, the gentle pressure tickled her lips, and made her skin tingle, her toes felt warm. He made her toes feel warm! He pulled away and stared at her intently,

"What do you want to see?"
"'Willy Wonka' is playing at the Old Movie Theatre in Hartford."
"You have seen that so much you don't even have to watch it anymore."
"I know," she said as she raised herself up and captured his lips again.

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