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Category:
G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
21,234
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 5: Showering in a Dream
Chapter 5: Showering in a Dream
My AN: See chapter 1 for first AN
AN: I finally fixed up Chapter 4 so that it doesn't sound screwed up and all. I also added more to the shower scene. Oh I forgot to tell you that the words in italics are dreams that Rory has and that the bold words are thoughts in the dreams. I also put emphasis on words in the real life parts in italics, like when Tristan was happy . *smirk*
"I'm returning the favor, Tristan." She says as her hand brushes over him.
"You like playing with fire, don't you."
"I'm a pyro, if you know what I mean." She gives him a dark look. "But only when I'm with you." She whispers, hoping he didn't catch that.
"I thought for a second Rory Gilmore, the Mary, had more experience than me."
"I don't unless you count my dreams like this one."
"I love your mind, it's very sexy." He whispers in her ear when she presses him against the wall.
"Probably cause now that we're linked you get to watch my smutty fantasies, mostly with me and you in them. You thought that I was the perfect little Mary. You were wrong."
"I happy I was wrong very, very wrong."
The heat between them starts to drive Rory a little nuts. She finds the shower cold compared to the heat radiating off of Tristan.
She blinks slowly hoping he wouldn't disappear. It's not everyday that you have a dream with an extremely hot guy that wants to have sex with you and can read you mind. Wait, that's really wierd but as Tristan said it can be a turn on.
She quickly gets out of the shower.
"Tristan, come on and play with me." She pouts naughtily, then wraps a towel around her.
The towel happens to be rather short and doesn't cover all of her body. She runs off towards her bedroom.
Tristan pulls the curtain open and looks out of the shower. He smirks, Rory purposely grabbed a shorter towel.
He decides to get her back and doesn't bother wearing anything out of the bathroom. So he follows her towards the bedroom.
She's standing in front of her vanity when she sees him wrap his arms around her in the mirror. She leans against him and her eyes widen relizing he's completely naked. This is sensory overload for her and when she sees and feels his arm moving lower on her body she faints.
Tristan is surprised when Rory faints but he becomes even more surprised when her towel starts slipping down her body. He swallows hard and easily lifts her onto her bed laying her gently down.
He lays down beside her covering himself with a sheet.
"Tristan..." She moans ten minutes later.
"Yeah Ror."
"Did the towel fall off me when I fainted?"
He blushes, "Yeah it did but I wrapped it around you again, Ror."
He stands up and she sits where he left her at the end of the bed. He sits beside her and rubs her knee. She looks away from him knowing he's still naked, eventhough she saw him in the shower she didn't really want to look directly at it.
She timidly glances over at him, then her evil glare comes back and she presses him back against the bed laying against him.
She moans feeling a very naked gorgeous Tristan beneath her and presses against him.
"Rory." He moans.
She kisses down his stomach then moves back up to his face and kisses him hard.
He moans louder and she smiles against his mouth. He remembers that Rory is naked under her towel so he brushes his hand over her back then lower between her legs.
"Tristan," she moans arching against his hand. "Please."
He rubs her clit gently, then he gently presses a finger into her.
"Tristan...." She moans and arches hard against him.
He flips her onto her back. "I knew you craved me."
"No, I don't." She tries to look stubborn.
"You don't?!?" He asks, afraid she doesn't want him like he wants her.
"I crave you. Not in past tense."
He takes off her towel and tosses it away.
Rory's eyes widen thinking she knows what will happen next. She's wrong.
He moves lower on her body down to her breasts, then he quickly licks them and then he rubs them gently.
She arches against his mouth and presses his head to her chest. She whimpers for more.
She pushes him away from her breasts and nuzzles his ear.
She hears someone calling her name and asking if she's ok. She recognizes the voice.
"Tristan?"
"Rory? Are you ok? You were talking in your sleep."
"Oh god." She turns so red she's almost purple.
"Ror."
"How much did you hear?"
"Enough to get the idea."
She looks paranoid, "Was I doing any um...well...movements with my body?"
"Yeah and you were calling my name. I um...kinda...thought I should wake you up but it looked like you were having fun .
She hits his shoulder.
"It's ok, Mary. I talk in my sleep sometimes too. But I don't do any movements like you were doing. Tell me Rory did you have fun?"
"What do you think? Judging from the noises I made and the movements I did."
"Hmm...Well..." He pretends to think about it.
"Come on out with it." Rory says in a fake English accent.
"Seeing as how you yelled my name, arched against me and all your moaning....I've decided that you had too much fun in that dream. Now the question, was it about me?"
"Yes, it was." She says her voice shaking a little.
"Did we have sex?"
"Almost. We could have twice."
"Ror...come on tell me your dream."
"Well I'll give you the basic idea. It starts with me hearing the shower running, I'm at my appartment, just so you know."
"Then what?"
"I go in thinking I dosed off for a sec and left the shower running. Then I strip and I hop into the shower not relizing that someone's already in there,"
"It was me, wasn't it."
"No, it was Colin Farell. Of course it was you."
"Continue," He waves his hand.
My AN: See chapter 1 for first AN
AN: I finally fixed up Chapter 4 so that it doesn't sound screwed up and all. I also added more to the shower scene. Oh I forgot to tell you that the words in italics are dreams that Rory has and that the bold words are thoughts in the dreams. I also put emphasis on words in the real life parts in italics, like when Tristan was happy . *smirk*
"I'm returning the favor, Tristan." She says as her hand brushes over him.
"You like playing with fire, don't you."
"I'm a pyro, if you know what I mean." She gives him a dark look. "But only when I'm with you." She whispers, hoping he didn't catch that.
"I thought for a second Rory Gilmore, the Mary, had more experience than me."
"I don't unless you count my dreams like this one."
"I love your mind, it's very sexy." He whispers in her ear when she presses him against the wall.
"Probably cause now that we're linked you get to watch my smutty fantasies, mostly with me and you in them. You thought that I was the perfect little Mary. You were wrong."
"I happy I was wrong very, very wrong."
The heat between them starts to drive Rory a little nuts. She finds the shower cold compared to the heat radiating off of Tristan.
She blinks slowly hoping he wouldn't disappear. It's not everyday that you have a dream with an extremely hot guy that wants to have sex with you and can read you mind. Wait, that's really wierd but as Tristan said it can be a turn on.
She quickly gets out of the shower.
"Tristan, come on and play with me." She pouts naughtily, then wraps a towel around her.
The towel happens to be rather short and doesn't cover all of her body. She runs off towards her bedroom.
Tristan pulls the curtain open and looks out of the shower. He smirks, Rory purposely grabbed a shorter towel.
He decides to get her back and doesn't bother wearing anything out of the bathroom. So he follows her towards the bedroom.
She's standing in front of her vanity when she sees him wrap his arms around her in the mirror. She leans against him and her eyes widen relizing he's completely naked. This is sensory overload for her and when she sees and feels his arm moving lower on her body she faints.
Tristan is surprised when Rory faints but he becomes even more surprised when her towel starts slipping down her body. He swallows hard and easily lifts her onto her bed laying her gently down.
He lays down beside her covering himself with a sheet.
"Tristan..." She moans ten minutes later.
"Yeah Ror."
"Did the towel fall off me when I fainted?"
He blushes, "Yeah it did but I wrapped it around you again, Ror."
He stands up and she sits where he left her at the end of the bed. He sits beside her and rubs her knee. She looks away from him knowing he's still naked, eventhough she saw him in the shower she didn't really want to look directly at it.
She timidly glances over at him, then her evil glare comes back and she presses him back against the bed laying against him.
She moans feeling a very naked gorgeous Tristan beneath her and presses against him.
"Rory." He moans.
She kisses down his stomach then moves back up to his face and kisses him hard.
He moans louder and she smiles against his mouth. He remembers that Rory is naked under her towel so he brushes his hand over her back then lower between her legs.
"Tristan," she moans arching against his hand. "Please."
He rubs her clit gently, then he gently presses a finger into her.
"Tristan...." She moans and arches hard against him.
He flips her onto her back. "I knew you craved me."
"No, I don't." She tries to look stubborn.
"You don't?!?" He asks, afraid she doesn't want him like he wants her.
"I crave you. Not in past tense."
He takes off her towel and tosses it away.
Rory's eyes widen thinking she knows what will happen next. She's wrong.
He moves lower on her body down to her breasts, then he quickly licks them and then he rubs them gently.
She arches against his mouth and presses his head to her chest. She whimpers for more.
She pushes him away from her breasts and nuzzles his ear.
She hears someone calling her name and asking if she's ok. She recognizes the voice.
"Tristan?"
"Rory? Are you ok? You were talking in your sleep."
"Oh god." She turns so red she's almost purple.
"Ror."
"How much did you hear?"
"Enough to get the idea."
She looks paranoid, "Was I doing any um...well...movements with my body?"
"Yeah and you were calling my name. I um...kinda...thought I should wake you up but it looked like you were having fun .
She hits his shoulder.
"It's ok, Mary. I talk in my sleep sometimes too. But I don't do any movements like you were doing. Tell me Rory did you have fun?"
"What do you think? Judging from the noises I made and the movements I did."
"Hmm...Well..." He pretends to think about it.
"Come on out with it." Rory says in a fake English accent.
"Seeing as how you yelled my name, arched against me and all your moaning....I've decided that you had too much fun in that dream. Now the question, was it about me?"
"Yes, it was." She says her voice shaking a little.
"Did we have sex?"
"Almost. We could have twice."
"Ror...come on tell me your dream."
"Well I'll give you the basic idea. It starts with me hearing the shower running, I'm at my appartment, just so you know."
"Then what?"
"I go in thinking I dosed off for a sec and left the shower running. Then I strip and I hop into the shower not relizing that someone's already in there,"
"It was me, wasn't it."
"No, it was Colin Farell. Of course it was you."
"Continue," He waves his hand.