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Tiskets, Taskets and Tristans	By : Darkly Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 9654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
** Part 5

�Your
mother thinks we look good together�� Tristan smiled his most charming as he
settled into his seat and starting the car in one fluid motion.
�She
also thinks puce is the new pink.� Rory answered not amused
�We
could go back and ask her to elaborate?�
�Are
we really going to the opera?� Rory countered with a suspicious frown.
�Yes�
unless you�d rather be doing something much more entertaining instead�� Tristan
couldn�t help the corners of his lips from curling.
�Glad
to see the distance hasn�t changed you� Rory spat feigning indifference, though
seeing that smile once more brought butterflies into her stomach.
�Oh
but quite the contrary my sweetest Mary�
It has done me a world of good� made me really appreciate the finer
things in life��
�Doing
many wine commercials now?�
�Is
that your way of telling me that you would like some?� Tristan smiled, he couldn�t help but fall
back into his old routine.
�7.2
seconds� Rory looked at him flatly.
�What?�
Tristan raised an eyebrow.
�7.2
seconds. It has taken you exactly 7.2
seconds to get on my nerves.�
�You�re
warming up to me�� another smile, �it used to only take me 3.�
�You�re
impossible. You know that?!� Rory
suddenly could not understand why she thought this would be anything but the
nightmare it seemed steered on becoming.
�I�m
getting a vibe that tells me I should hold off in picking out the china?�
Tristan continued.
�The
China, the Japan, the North Korea, go
ahead and pick any of them that will take you.�
�You�ve
been hanging out with Paris,�
Tristan recognized the bite in Rory�s words, �How is the old girl doing?�
�Why
don�t you call her up and see for yourself?
I�m sure she has plenty to tell you.�
�Too
much really,� he said suddenly thoughtful, �last time I spoke to her she was
furious with me. I�m not sure I�m ready
for that kind of punishment.�
�Why
are you here Tristan?� Rory asked.
�I
thought that was obvious� Tristan snapped back into character.
�Enlighten
me.�
�I�ve
missed you Rory, you�re all I�ve thought about since the day I left. From the moment I wake until the moment I--�
�You
do not miss me Tristan.� Rory exhaled loudly, �Sure, I�m sure you miss Chilton,
I�m sure you even miss driving me crazy, annoying me to no end, making my life
a living hell� but you do not miss me.�
�Is
that what you really think?� Tristan tore his eyes away from the road for a
second to see her face.
�What
else would I think?� Rory met his eyes with indignation.
�This
was a mistake� I�ll just take you
home then�� Tristan swallowed.
�Yes! Thank You!�
As
Tristan slowed the car nearing an intersection, Rory felt the victory diluting
away. She really hadn�t given this a
fair shot. She was being a bitch for no
reason� and Tristan looked incredible�
Where had that
come from?
�No�
she said exasperated.
�What?�
Tristan snapped clearly annoyed
�You
don�t have to take me home�� Rory avoided his eyes. She felt them piercing right into her.
�Where
to then�� Tristan spat out tight-lipped as he straightened out the wheel once
more.
�What
do you want Tristan?� Rory tried again.
�To
take you to the opera� He said simply, no flourish in his words.
�Really?�
�Yes.�
��okay�
Rory said meekly, a little embarrassed at herself.
�Okay.�
Tristan said flatly driving on.
Tristan
drove on privately seething, he had half a mind to stop the car and tell her to
get out. He had forgotten how quickly
she could under his skin. Any other girl
would have run over their mothers to be where Rory was sitting. Then again, what did he expect from her, to
run into his arms professing her love to him?
Highly doubtful, shit, he didn�t even know if she was still with seeing
that pathetic bag boy.
The
thought of Dean waiting at Rory�s door brought a smile to his face. Tristan stole a quick glance at Rory when she
wasn�t looking. Damn, he thought. She looked
beautiful� his memories didn�t do her justice� she looked better, more radiant,
sharp, and incredibly sexy. Paris had obviously been a
good influence on her. Tristan
entertained the thought of Rory and Paris�
Alone, in the confines of Chilton�s foreboding walls, but quickly
squashed the thought deciding that Ms. Gilmore here riding next to him was only
meant for him, not to be shared with anyone� at least for now. He had his work cut out for him. Too bad he had wasted so much time wallowing
back home�
What was it
about Tristan Dugray that drove Rory so crazy? Was it his presumptuousness? His gigantic ego? His irritatingly smug
smirk? Or was it something
shallower like his intoxicatingly handsome good looks? His paradoxically relaxed,
non-committal stance? His
masculine jaw line accentuated by his piercing blue eyes�
Rory
fidgeted in her seat, those blue eyes had not left the road since she had said okay and now the lack of attention was
driving her batty in much subtler ways.
The car suddenly felt very cold and Rory felt a chill run up her legs,
her stomach and her breasts making her feel altogether entirely
underdressed. Self conscious all of a
sudden, Rory looked out the side window hoping that Tristan would not notice
that the very thin dress did little to hide her emerging arousal. Leave it Tristan� God she hated him� She, Rory Gilmore hated
him� right? So why was a very familiar tingle causing her to squirm in her
seat?
Rory
stole a quick glance at him not wanting to seem anxious. Those polished-steel eyes of his were just
that, steel. Hard and
unblinking. She had hurt him,
insulted him at least. Damn it, was he at least going to blink?
Unable
to stop herself, Rory imagined those eyes roaming over her body, soaking in all the details of her
form� and it excited her. Rory continued
to look out the window embarrassed as she felt her nipples tighten, the thin
straps of her dress were doing little to hold the dress up and she felt most of
the weight tugging down on her naked chest.
Each bump on the road just another clumsy
caress and her nipples were just responding accordingly� Rory did her best to let the gasp that
escaped her lips not be heard.
Was
that his steady gaze on her chest she was feeling or was she just imagining it?
The dress was certainly thin enough� could he see? Rory thought about crossing her arms
protectively but instead breathed in deeply pushing her chest out to strain
against the material. Rory closed her
eyes thinking back to the many times she had felt Tristan�s gaze on her during
school. Just what had he been looking
at? Did he imagine her naked� and if he
did, did he like what he saw? Rory was surprised at the whirlwind of images
floating in her head but found herself not wanting to
stop them. In class, did his eyes travel
down her back and follow the curve of her hips?
Did his gaze go lower? Did he
ever wonder what she wore underneath her Chilton skirt? What would he say if he knew that sometimes
she wore very little if not nothing at all?...
Rory
had to remind herself to exhale as she pressed her thighs together. Surely Tristan had noticed that her chest was
slightly heaving, she was having a bit of a hard time keeping her breathing
slow, the shallow breaths coming in tiny bursts that enticed her even
more. By now he had to have torn his
gaze away from the road for just a second and noticed that the hem of her dress
had ridden up just a little bit showing off more of her smooth creamy thigh�
Rory
was dying to check if Tristan was looking at her but didn�t dare tear her gaze
away from the side window. If he was feasting on her, she didn�t want to
discourage him. The fact that they had
argued any possibility of a conversation to a dead stop did not even register
at the moment.
Rory
tried to see Tristan on the reflection of the glass but it wasn�t working very
well. She looked forward trying to
appear regal and composed and stole a quick glance his way when she felt he
wasn�t looking. He wasn�t looking. Damn
him! She shivered slightly as she
felt cold icy draft of the A/C roaming on her bare shins. Then, with her coat folder over her lap, Rory
did something completely out of character� she opened her legs; only slightly,
not enough to catch Tristan�s attention but enough that it had to be a
deliberate movement on her part. Rory
looked away again as she felt a blush covering most of her body but did not
press her legs together. Silently, she
felt the icy fingers of the A/C caressing her, a striking contrast to the heat
that seemed to be building deep inside her.
Another shiver ran through her, and then another. Rory closed her eyes
as the frosty tendrils touched the inside of her thighs and seemed to linger on
the curvature of her pelvic bone tickling her, playing with her. Driving her absolutely batty�
Is this what
girls felt whenever they got inside Tristan�s car? Rory wondered
willing the caresses to continue. How
many girls had been inside this car?
It didn�t matter; she was in
the car now. Going out on a date Tristan
had paid four hundred dollars for. Rory
wondered if that should insult her somehow.
It really didn�t, but had quite the opposite effect; it made her wonder
what Tristan expected from her... Did
that make her a bad girl? Rory�s hand
tightened on the coat as she fought the urge to slam her thighs closed. She felt herself so close� She could almost hear Tristan calling out to
her, telling her to ride out her pleasure alongside him� Rory� Rory�
�Rory?�
�What?�
She jerked suddenly coming out of her daze.
Tristan noticed that she looked a little flushed.
�We�re
here.�
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