AUTHOR: The Instigator
RATING: R Contains adult content. Lots of Nekkid Hotass ahead!
CHARACTERS / PAIRING: Rory/Tristan
SUMMARY: This was intended to be the continuation of Rachie's (aka Invitee #1) story. The characters are off, but the idea is the same. We want to see Hotass and Clueless together. If you can tolerate the inconsistencies in characters and situations, please read on.
DISCLAIMER: Blah. Blah. These characters are not mine, they belong to the creators and producers of Gilmore Girls.

Read Rachel's fantastic part (i.e. the beginning of it all) HERE

Rory grabbed Tristan by the wrist and practically dragged him toward the entrance to the park. She turned around and threw him a knowing look, giggling at the smile on his face.

Tristan’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he attempted to regain his composure. Rory was throwing herself at him, and he wasn’t about to question her motives. He ran a hand through his hair, where just a few minutes ago, Rory had entwined her fingers. He held on to her hand, not that he would have to considering the death grip with which she had his in. He took a few long strides to place himself beside her, matching her stride for stride. He cast a sideways glance in her direction, noting the look of determination in her eyes.

He stopped dead in his tracks, countering Rory’s pull with his own, and tugged her back into his arms. His hand immediately sought out the back of her neck, crushing her hair as his lips descended on hers. Covering her mouth with his own, his tongue immediately pressed at her lips, hungrily showing her what he wanted. Rory’s hands went around his waist, pulling herself to him, molding her body to fit his. She welcomed his tongue to her mouth, responding with her own, making little movements with her body that she was sure were driving him wild.

A few moments later, just as she was starting to lose all her senses, she placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed away. Tristan let out an imperceptible groan at her actions, thinking the time had passed. Assuming she had decided to slow things down, he was stunned when she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“Not here.”

This softness of her voice sent chills down his spine as she spoke again.

“I want to do this. But not here.”

“Then where?”, Tristan asked between his short breaths of air.

“Your house?”, Rory asked, hoping for a positive answer.

“My dad is out of town on a business meeting, and my mother is at one of her social functions tonight”, he spoke his thoughts aloud.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Rory resumed her hold on his hand and quickened her pace toward his car.
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Arriving at the DuGrey household, Rory barely noticed the ominous house for her mind was preoccupied with other things. She was really going to do this. With that other dick, she had not even let him get to 2nd base. The public mauling in the courtyard was the equivalent of their heaviest make out session. But with Tristan, things were different. She wanted this, badly. And it felt so right. In hindsight, she had wanted him since that first day when he practically backed her into the lockers. The banter they shared could easily be summed up in one word.

“Foreplay.”

“What?”, Tristan asked, turning from the door. He had been fidgeting with the lock for a few seconds, his shaking hands unable to make a steady movement. “What did you just say?”

“Foreplay,” she said a little more forcefully this time. “That’s what this has all been. You teasing me, me choosing that dick over you, me saying I hated you. That’s all it was. Foreplay.”

“You really think that?”

“Oh come on Tristan.”

Never had his name sounded so good as it did coming from the lips of this goddess.

“I never truly believed that you enjoyed getting me riled up. I think it was your nerves not being able to handle the fact that I wasn’t falling for you. Little did you know I already was.”

Rory put her hand on his shoulder and nudged him to the side. Taking the keys from his hand, she easily unlocked the door, swinging it inward and stepping over the threshold. She turned to look at Tristan, still standing on the porch. “Are you coming?”

Tristan brushed past her as he entered the dimly lit house. He took her by the hand and began to ascend the stairway with her in tow. There was something romantic about the darkness. Lights from the windows cast shadows on their path, allowing them to see enough to progress.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he silently led her in the direction of his bedroom. The quiet chirping of the crickets outside, provided the symphony for this occasion. Reaching the end of the hallway, he opened the door to his vast bedroom. He entered the room and turned, putting a hand on the light switch. Before he could switch on the lights, her hand covered his, preventing his action. He turned to look at her face, and silently understood her intention.

The giddy schoolgirl look had vanished and in it’s place was the look of someone who was about to do anything to get what she wanted. The look of sincerity in her eyes made his knees weak, confirming what he knew for months. He was in love with this girl. The gravity of the situation slowly seeped into his mind. From the moment they left the park, he tried to push these thoughts from his head. Why was she doing this, tonight of all nights?

“Rory,” his husky voice broke the silence. “I think we need to talk about this first.”

Rory placed a lonely finger on his lips, attempting to silence his protests. He took her hand in his, lowering it away from his mouth, and proceeded to speak.

“Rory, seriously. We’re moving pretty quickly here. I mean, a few days ago you were telling your boyfriend that you hated me, and now you’re standing in my bedroom about to make one of the most important moves of your life. It doesn’t add up. As much as I want to do this, I’m afraid you’re doing it for the wrong reasons. I don’t want to be the person you use to get over your old boyfriend. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow regretting what we did. More importantly, I don’t want you to wake up regretting that it was me you did this with.”

Rory stepped a few feet back, never breaking her gaze from his eyes. The concern in his voice and sincerity of his words touched her heart. He was protecting her. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, and she firmly set her mind on what she was about to do. Her whole life she had analyzed and overanalyzed every moment. Thinking with her brain. Tonight, she was thinking with her heart. And every strand of her heart was telling her this was right.

“That’s just it. It does add up. You and me. Me and you. Until tonight, everything was out of whack for me. I was traipsing after an asshole who said he loved me, but who really just wanted a fan club. I was so confused about my feelings, and I knew deep down that I didn’t love him. I was infatuated with him because for once in my life, someone was paying me attention. But I don’t love him. I never did. And I told him I hated you because I was fighting the truth. Like they say, there’s a thin line between love and hate, and I chose one over the other. Saying that out loud, I was trying to convince myself that it was true. But the truth is, it’s the other side of that line. Somehow, someway, you have gotten to me. I think I’ve always known in some way that this was going to happen. And now, here we are.”

She took the few steps back to him, placing her hand gently on his cheek. “And the only thing I’m going to regret about this night is if I let you convince me that this isn’t right when I know with my every being that is.”

Tristan’s heart ached with each word of her confession.

The electricity shot through his body at her touch. The place where her hand rested on his cheek felt like it was on fire. He again reached up and took hold of her hand. Turning his head, he gently kissed the inside of her palm. He took hold of her hand and placed it over his heart, letting her feel the quickened pace of his heart.

His whispered voice broke the silence again. “Rory there’s something I need to tell you.” His eyes searched hers. “As much as I talk about this, I’m really the Mary in this situation. I’ve never actually done this before,” his voice trailed off. Ashamed in a way of his lack of experience, he tried to gauge her reaction to his confession. When she didn’t speak, he fumbled with more words. “You see...well I...I guess I always wanted people to think I was a big stud. But honestly, I’ve been scared to take this step. This is such a big deal. I know this sounds ridiculous considering what we’re about to do given the fact that we’ve been a couple for like 5 minutes, but I’ve always been scared of this moment. But tonight. Here. You. I’m not scared anymore.”

Rory’s eyes began to sparkle. “Well I guess this is a night of many firsts,” she said, taking a fistful of his shirt. She began backing towards the bed, using her hold to pull him along. When she felt the bed up against the back of her legs, she came to a halt. She raised her other hand to his shirt, taking hold of both sides. With one swift movement, she pulled open his shirt, the buttons flying to various spots around the room.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Rory slightly smiled into his eyes.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?,” Tristan raised on eyebrow.

Rory returned his raised eyebrow stare. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and slowly ran her hands down his muscled arms, freeing him of the shirt. The shirt fell silently to the floor as Tristan leaned in to kiss her. It had been far too long since the moment their lips last met. He softly parted her lips, kissing her more gently than their previous hungry kisses. Rory’s hands slid up and down his stomach, feeling the hardness of his chiseled abs. Her hands moved around to his back as she pulled his body against hers. There they were met with the same definition and tone she felt on his front.

Tristan pulled away from the kiss, taking hold of her hands, gently raising them above her head. His hands took hold of her shirt, and lifted it over her head. He discarded the object on the floor, landing on top of his. His eyes focused on hers, searching for confirmation that she wanted to proceed. She answered his look, running a hand through the back of his hair, and pulling his lips to hers. She quickly deepened the kiss, showing him with her kiss that she was ready for more.

Tristan began to fumble with the clasp on her bra, attempting to free her of the concealing garment. Not breaking the kiss, he deftly removed the bra, tossing it to the side as well.

Rory shuddered a bit and the cold feeling of standing topless. Misinterpreting the shudder, Tristan quickly pulled away from the kiss. He pulled her body to his, stroking her hair, feeling her bare chest pressed to his. “We don’t have to do this,” he soothed.

Rory stifled a grin against his chest. “I was shuddering because I was cold. But I can tell that that’s not going to be the case anymore,” she smiled, feeling the warmth of his body seep into hers.

Tristan continued to hold her body to his. Taking one of his hands, he reached behind her, pulling the covers to the side. Releasing his hold, he watched as she seductively climbed into the bed. She was so damn beautiful. Seeing her there, her half naked body on top of his sheets, he realized how many times he had envisioned this moment in mind. The reality was eclipsing the dream by far.

Tristan climbed into the bed, his action similar to that of a tiger advancing on his prey.

Rory laid on her back, her head supported by the pillows near the headboard. She was thankful for their presence, knowing that without them, she would simply melt into the floor.

Her eyes met with Tristan’s stunning blue eyes as he moved up beside her. His hand covered her stomach as his breath on her neck sent her senses soaring. He lowered his head to hers, with his sites set on a target other than her lips.

She shivered as she felt his breath in her ear.

“I love you Rory Gilmore.” His voice was barely audible. She felt his warm lips on her neck, as began kissing her. Just when she thought she was going insane, she let out a low moan. His tongue flicked at her ear, playfully tugging the lobe with his teeth. Until that moment, she never realized how sensual an ear could be. Feeling his warm breath and mouth in that area, she never wanted him to stop.

His lips moved from her ear to her lips, forcefully parting them with his tongue. His tongue invaded her mouth as she responded in kind. The rhythm of their movements mimicking what was to come.

She reached up, placing a hand on his shoulder. She pushed him to his back, taking the more dominant position. Her tongue mixed with his as it was her turn to do the exploring. She enjoyed the power she held over him, as she felt the muscles in his abs tighten at her touch. She leaned closer, allowing her body to come into contact with his, hearing the slight gasp as her chest collided with his.

Holding that position for a few moments, she then placed her hands on either side of his body, pushing herself off of him. She silenced his groan of disappointment quickly as she began to trace kisses down his chest. She felt his hands entwined in her hair, as her kisses ventured dangerously close to his nipples. She continued her decent, kissing every inch of exposed skin, feeling his taught muscles with her open mouth. Continuing his playful torture, she returned to the area she discovered was sensitive. Tristan inhaled sharply as she began to trace circles around his nipple with her tongue. Rory mimicked the movements that had given her so much pleasure a few minutes ago, focusing her actions on this spot that seemed to drive him wild.

If he didn’t know better, Tristan was sure he was going to die right then and there.

Tristan placed his hand underneath her chin, raising her gaze to his. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he rolled her to her back. Bracing himself on his free arm, he lingered a few inches above her. Their eyes bore into each others, silently confirming what they both knew.

The time for playing was over.

Rory turned to face him, propping herself on her side, her body within inches of his. She placed her hand on his chest, tracing her fingers along his front, her hand coming to rest on his waist. She took hold of his belt buckle, pulling the free end with her hand. Leaning on an elbow, she proceeded to remove the belt with a free hand, alternating glances between his waist and his eyes. She didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes were shining brighter than ever, anticipating her next move.

Feeling her hands at his waist, Tristan felt a tingling sensation all the way to his toes. She removed his belt with one slow movement, tossing it on the growing pile of discarded garments and shoes. With that out of the way, she began working on the button on his pants. The tension growing with every passing second, he took over for her speeding up the process. Unfastening the waistband, he rolled to his back, wiggling out of the twill pants.

Taking her cue, Rory removed her hands from his waist and focused on her own clothing. Just as quickly as he had, she worked her way out of her pants, simultaneously throwing them on the floor as he did. Before she had a chance to turn to face him, he was hovering over top her. She glanced down, noticing that the only thing separating them were the thin cotton of his boxers and her panties.

At a time when she thought she would be nervous, she felt completely in control. She entwined her fingers in his already tousled hair, pulling his lips down to hers. She kissed him with all the emotion she felt in that moment. All the sweetness, all the passion, all the hunger.

Tristan would have been surprised at her forwardness had she not already gotten him in this position. This position that had him hovering within inches of her. The position that had him kissing her senseless. Or was it the other way around.

Tristan splayed his hand across her bare stomach, letting the tips of his fingers venture just under the satin waistband of her panties. He concentrated his kisses on her neck, tantalizing her with his sensual mouth, caressing her soft skin with his hand. He memorized every sweet sound she uttered, her inhibitions having vanished with her garments. He wanted to make this night one she would never forget, though the prolonging of the inevitable was clearly making both insane.

He again rolled to his back, the loss of their contact almost unbearable. Taking that final step, he relieved himself of the last of his clothing, tossing the boxers aside in much the same manner all of their clothing had been discarded. He turned to face her, searching her face for her reaction to his state of undress. He watched her struggle to keep her eyes on his, slowly growing accustomed to his nakedness.

Rory's face flashed signs of all the emotions racing through her head. Passion. Embarrassment. Need. Desire. She saw them all reflected in his eyes. She felt Tristan's hand once again return to her waist, ready to remove the last barrier. She felt his hand graze her skin as he slightly tugged the waistband over her hip. His mouth leaving a trail of kisses over her stomach and chest as he deftly removed her panties with his hand. Silently granting his request for permission, she saw his eyes move from hers, down her body, and back up.

"God, you are so beautiful." The huskiness in his voice sending chills through her emotionally wracked body.

He braced himself on his arm, feeling the warmth of her skin on his own. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes with all the passion that had been building.

"Are you sure?", he asked sweetly, completely prepared to stop if she wanted him to. Instead of answering in the affirmative, she whispered the words he had not prepared himself to hear.

Placing her hand on his cheek, she said three simple words.

"I love you."

He let the words sink in, feeling his heart swell with their meaning. He moved his body over hers, bracing himself with one arm, gently supporting her hip with the other.

And in one movement, he claimed her innocence.