Phone Call
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Category:
G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
21,228
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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 1:Who's Calling???
Chapter 1: Who's Calling???
My AN: Hey guys this is my first fic that I've written ever. I'm feeling kinda dopey from taking Tylenol 3s for my swollen face from my four wisdom teeth being taken out. I got really bored then inspired by a naughty fic called Good Girls Don't. It's a NC-17 rated Trory. It's kind of AU but all will be expained in later chapters.
She moans as he kisses and nips at her neck. "Oh god Tristan....." He then kisses down her body to her bra.
Rory presses against him gently and moans as he presses her down against the soft bed. He takes off her bra and kisses her nipples, before going further down.
"Tristan???" She gasps.
He continues going lower and kisses her belly button.
She lays her head back on the pillows and waits to see what he'll do.
He gently kisses the insides of her thighs which makes her arch against his delicious mouth.
"Tristan..." She whimpers.
Then she lets out a low moan when she feels his tongue inside her.
They're interrupted by a phone ringing.
Wait a phone??? There's no phone around here.
Rory bolts up from her bed. "Damn it!!! It was just a dream."
Then she hears the phone beside her bed ring again. She groans cursing the phone.
Finally she answers it.
"Hello."
"What are you wearing?" asks a sexy male voice.
"Red lacey nighty."
"Sexy."
Rory stato wto wonder who's playing this game with her.
Where have I heard that sexy voice before?
She remembers that she's still on the phone.
"Are you still there, Rory?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. "How do you know my name?" She pauses. "Do I know you from school or something?"
"Yes but not the school you're thinking of." He knew she was thinking of Yale.
"Do I know you from Chilton then??????"
"Yes but I was only there a few years." He states sadly.
"Were we friends?" Rory asks tentatively.
"We were barely friends, Mary." His voice exuding sadness, making him sound like the lost little boy he was in high school.
"Tristan, is that you?"
"Open the door to your appartment and find out."
Rory opens the door to see Tristan standing there holding his cell phone.
My AN: Hey guys this is my first fic that I've written ever. I'm feeling kinda dopey from taking Tylenol 3s for my swollen face from my four wisdom teeth being taken out. I got really bored then inspired by a naughty fic called Good Girls Don't. It's a NC-17 rated Trory. It's kind of AU but all will be expained in later chapters.
She moans as he kisses and nips at her neck. "Oh god Tristan....." He then kisses down her body to her bra.
Rory presses against him gently and moans as he presses her down against the soft bed. He takes off her bra and kisses her nipples, before going further down.
"Tristan???" She gasps.
He continues going lower and kisses her belly button.
She lays her head back on the pillows and waits to see what he'll do.
He gently kisses the insides of her thighs which makes her arch against his delicious mouth.
"Tristan..." She whimpers.
Then she lets out a low moan when she feels his tongue inside her.
They're interrupted by a phone ringing.
Wait a phone??? There's no phone around here.
Rory bolts up from her bed. "Damn it!!! It was just a dream."
Then she hears the phone beside her bed ring again. She groans cursing the phone.
Finally she answers it.
"Hello."
"What are you wearing?" asks a sexy male voice.
"Red lacey nighty."
"Sexy."
Rory stato wto wonder who's playing this game with her.
Where have I heard that sexy voice before?
She remembers that she's still on the phone.
"Are you still there, Rory?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. "How do you know my name?" She pauses. "Do I know you from school or something?"
"Yes but not the school you're thinking of." He knew she was thinking of Yale.
"Do I know you from Chilton then??????"
"Yes but I was only there a few years." He states sadly.
"Were we friends?" Rory asks tentatively.
"We were barely friends, Mary." His voice exuding sadness, making him sound like the lost little boy he was in high school.
"Tristan, is that you?"
"Open the door to your appartment and find out."
Rory opens the door to see Tristan standing there holding his cell phone.