Title: Now Author: Moonbeam E-mail: luvsbitca@hotmail.com Improv #10: Forbidden, Hourglass, Plush, Arouse, Vicious Summary: Tristan and Rory have sex. Couple: Trory, it's always them with me. Rating: NC-17 (it's naughty, don't read it if you're too young) Disclaimer: I own nothing, not the characters and since there is no plot I can't own that either. The words in there order is mine, but the stuff behind them the evil bastard helped me with. Author's Note: This is PWP and except for the angst, which I can't seem to do without in one of these stories, it's pretty much smut, I hope no one takes offence but this is what the words said to me. Author's Note 2: The beginning may not make sense but the ending explains it. There are two versions of this story, the other - the happy one, isn't written yet but it will be. BTW this is the sad one. Now By Moonbeam He walked into his room and was shocked to see Rory sitting on his windowsill, halfway between in and out. Not wanting to startle her into falling he remained silent until he knew which way she was coming. In. he moved towards the window and just as he reached her she finished her task and turned on him. Her eyes widened, obviously she hadn't been expecting him to be there, he didn't know yet though if she had ever wanted him there while she was. She shook her head and smiled through her shock, she looked him in the eye and he was shocked to find a look he knew all too well in her eyes. Lust, pure and simple was shining out and he couldn't decide if he was happy about it being directed at him or not. He had always wanted this but he had wanted the bit that was supposed to come first as well. She smiled at him again and her hands moved towards the buttons of her shirt, his hand shot out to still hers and he questioned her, first with his eyes, but she refused to give anything away. "What are you doing?" "Just giving us what we want." "But-" she cut him off with a finger to his lips. "If you don't want this I'll leave. If you do then shut up." Of course he wanted this but what was wrong with Rory, she wasn't like this, she wasn't like him, she didn't do this. He wanted to question it, wanted to ask why all of a sudden she was giving in but she started to remove her shirt and he couldn't remember the problem. She continued to strip and before it really registered he found her standing in front of him naked, she moved towards his bed, pulling him with her. She crawled onto the soft mattress and turned to him, as he began undressing too, working on autopilot as his brain tried to catch up. He stared at her he couldn't help it, his dream before him, naked and gorgeous. He saw he cheeks redden with embarrassment and her hands move to cover herself but he was quicker. "Stop. I want to see you, you are amazing." "Really?" How could anyone who looked like her be surprised by the fact that she took his breath away? He checked her out yet again, beautiful, soft hair, blue eyes that seemed to boil his blood, rosy lips begging to be kissed, soft neck, pronounced clavicle. He skimmed his fingers over it watching as her blush rose again, his lips descended to the hollow between the hard bone and he placed a soft kiss there. Wanting to do more but needing to burn her body into his memory, he knew it would never happen again, she wouldn't let it. His hand skimmed along her collarbone as he moved back once again descending downward with his eyes. He reached her creamy breasts and stopped, he needed to touch her, needed to arouse her, needed her to, if only for a second, want this as much as he did. He slid his hands to cup the outer edges of her breasts, moving down to towards her nipples, sweeping along her skin with his thumbs eliciting moans from deep within her throat. She moved hoping that his fingers would slid across her skin, sweep to the centre of her breasts where her skin puckered up and where he was tortuously heading. He chuckled and refused to move there, instead circling around slower than before causing her to whine, to beg for his touch. Finally he succumbed to the moans that were slowly driving him insane and flicked his thumbs across her nipples; she arched off the bed, arched up to his touch, silently begging for more. He refused moving his hands away from her breasts and settling them on her side, feeling the ribs that poked out of her skin with each ragged breath. His eyes tore away from her breasts and continued down her body, over her ribs, his mouth descending to place a soft kiss on each one as he moved down. His mouth continued to trail kisses down the centre of her stomach his tongue sweeping around her navel, tasting the small nub at the centre. Over the slight rise of her abdomen before pulling up when he reached the apex of her thighs. His hands skimmed out to her hips and moved over the rounded skin to her thighs, she groaned at his evasions but he ignored her and continued his downward movements. His eyes swept down her thighs, over the fading tan line left from the summer, down the soft curves of her knee, over her shaped calf, which he had never seen without the cover of stocking. She should wear socks more often; the gentle curve was enticing. Down over her ankles and along the pale skin of her feet, her toes were painted hot pink, which seemed so un-Rory-like but they looked small and soft like everything else on her body. He sat back and looked at her perfect hourglass figure, everything that people talked about, and he got to see it. She had a hungry look in her eyes when she pulled his body forward and crushed his lips with hers, sliding her tongue against his in a rough, massaging sweep. She pulled away and her mouth moved to his neck in a distracting movement, but he did know one thing, she was forbidden, for so many reasons and yet the feel of her lips on his neck removed his ability to remember any of them. He pulled away from her mouth and she fell back onto the plush pillows covering the head of his bed. His hands trailed over her shoulders, dropping down to her chest to rest at the base of her breasts. He moved down towards her placing a kiss on the rise of her breasts, then one between them, before moving his mouth over her nipple, seizing the flesh with his teeth and running his tongue along the darkened nub. She groaned and he could feel it radiating through her chest. He moved to her other breast as her hands moved down his sides, running her nails across his skin, marking him. She pulled him back up and captured his mouth before trailing kisses along his jawbone to whisper in his ear, "Now." He took the hint and stretched across his bed and pulled a square foil packet out of the draw leaning back to pull it onto his erection before leaning back over her. He slid his finger between her folds and tested to see if she was ready for him, he gasped at the heat which radiated out of her. He pulled his finger back and feeling her stare he slowly brought his finger to his lips and tasted her. She gasped and her legs widen unconsciously. He lent over and kissed her, sharing her taste with her, smiling as her tongue swept over his. He braced himself above her and positioned himself at her opening, moving in slowly at first until she felt comfortable before thrusting in deeply to get the pain over with quickly. She cried out and he stilled, bending at the waist to place a soft kiss on her neck and whisper an apology in her ear. She lay still until the pain resided and the new feelings he induced began to register, she moved against him, bringing her legs around his waist locking him against her. He pulled back, sliding out of her almost fully before plunging back in; she arched off the bed and moaned as he collided with her clit. He continued to move in and out of her until she began to move with him, before increasing the rhythm, speeding them up. He was close had been since he had seen her but he needed her to come with him. He continued to grind at her clit as pressure built in her abdomen, her walls began to spasm and he knew she was close. He moved faster, his motions becoming erratic as her walls tightened around him, dragging him closer to the end with every movement. She arched higher as she felt pleasure radiating throughout her body, she felt him plunge into her one final time before her body tightened, every muscle clenching as a scream was ripped from her throat and her body began to shake from the pleasure travelling through her in waves. He groan above her and came too watching as her face showed the pleasure he had caused, he fell to the side careful not to crush her. He pulled her into his arms and held her there, stroking her arm gently; he looked down at her and couldn't resist the urge to tell her the truth, "I love you," he whispered hoping that she wouldn't hear him. "No, you don't love me, I was a conquest, fine this was the end to the game but don't lie, don't tell me something to make you feel better." She jumped up with her vicious words and hurriedly got dressed. "Rory, I-" what could he say, she didn't believe him, never would. He loved her with everything that made him good, and even what made him a bastard, but she couldn't feel that way, and all he would have was tonight to remember when he was alone and old and married to a women whom he didn't love. This one night when he had been with the woman he loved in the best sense and he would pretend for a while that she hadn't hated him, that he hadn't been a mistake. "Goodbye Tristan, I hope I never see you again. I wish this didn't happen." With that she moved away and left his house, but not his heart. He words brought him to his knees. Who knew that an emotional pain could be this bad, who know that he could love her this much and not get what he wanted, one night, why so little time. How bad must he have been for her to hate him, to wish for something that he held onto so dearly to have never happened? He felt the tears streaming down his cheeks and was shocked, he hadn't cried in over a decade, he realised no one cared if he did and had stopped, but now it was only about him. He loved her and she hated him and everything inside of him broke. He sobbed and curled up in a ball hoping to disappear, hoping to remove himself from the world and the pain, but it only grew until he felt nothing but the pain in his lungs from the sobs and the salt in his mouth from the tears. He felt hollow, one great big hollow boy filled with nothing but tears and a broken heart, no broken was fixable, it was shredded, turned into pixie dust and scattered to the four corners. He was hollow and he always would be, he salvation was gone and his heart was missing maybe he had been too much of a bastard, maybe he wasn't supposed to be happy. The tears continued until long after he had stopped moving, and maybe after he had fallen asleep, but even then her words echoed around his head - "I wish this didn't happen." ~*~*~*~*~* She ran as soon as the door closed, she ran down the stairs, through the door and dropped to her knees on the stoop tears falling down her face. She wanted to be up there, wanted to have stayed in his arms, wanted to have whispered back to him what she couldn't say, what she wouldn't allow herself to say. She stood and walked out into the rain that had been threatening to fall all day and had started sometime while she had been up there, with him. She ran to the car and looked up at his window one last time, she had to go, it would be too cruel to stay. ~*~*~*~*~* 6 months later… "Sometimes we cannot see the reason behind god's acts, sometimes he is a mystery. Whenever he takes a child's life we question why. But the answers never really come, all we can know is that she is in a better place and that one day she will welcome all of her family and friends to where she now lives. "At this time, Rory's friend Lane would like to say a few words about her dearly departed friend." Lane stood from next to Lorelai and Luke took her place, with an arm around Lorelai as the tears flowed down her face. Lane stood behind the dais and looked out over all the people in the church, "Rory was the best friend that any of us could have hoped for. She was always there for me no matter what I did or how stupid I was being at the time. She was like that for everyone who ever had the gift of calling her a friend. I look out and see here many people who had that privilege and I know that she would want us to celebrate her life and we should. But first we must mourn her passing. When she told me she was going to … when she told me about the disease she told me that she didn't want to be treated differently that all she wanted to do was to have fun in her last months, to experience what she hadn't. She wanted to act on any urge she had had and she did, she had fun in her final months and we should take that from her, we should do what we feel at the time, because as she has shown us life is too short not to." She continued to try and blink back the tears pooling beneath her eyes but couldn't, she finally let then fall as she made her way down the steps and back to her seat. The minister stood back up and informed the congregation that the burial would take place in the Stars Hollow Cemetery in half an hour, before moving onto a wake at Lorelai's house. Slowly the mourners moved out and made there way to the cemetery most stopping on the way to offer their condolences to Lorelai, she barely acknowledged most, offering a nod to some as Luke continued to basically hold her up. Eventually Tristan made his way out of the church, down the stairs and was about to pass by Lorelai when he was tapped on the shoulder. He spun around and found Lane standing there clutching an envelope. "Tristan right?" "Yeah." "Rory wanted me to give you this." Tears sprang to Tristan's eyes and he reached for the envelope, Lane smiled sadly at him and moved away, leaving him to read the letter. Tristan made his way towards the centre of town, and sat in the gazebo before gently opening the letter, unable to tear the envelope, as it was all he would ever have of her. Dear Tristan, I wanted to say a few things that I couldn't while I was alive, that night, I came to you because I knew, I had found out a few weeks earlier and knew I didn't have much time left. I wanted that to happen, even before I found out, I had wanted it for a long time. I was afraid, I couldn't act on it but in the end I had to I needed to have told you, if I couldn't with words then perhaps with actions that I loved you. I wish that I could have done it before because I wanted it to happen again but I couldn't do that to you. You see I was going to die, I knew it and so I couldn't let it become anything. I just needed it to have happened. I just needed to tell you a few things, I did and still do love you, I was afraid of it, and for that I am sorry. I'm also sorry that I said what I did I thought it would make it easier, I doubt it did. But I never meant it; I cherish that memory and I hope that after this you will to. I'm sorry I had to go, I wish I could have stayed but that was not the way of life. Remember to smile, you have a sexy smile. Goodbye Tristan, I hope that your life is the most wonderful that any mortal has ever known and that you won't forget me. Love, Rory. Tristan folded the letter back up and placed inside of the envelope next to a photo, of the two of them, in a rare moment of friendliness. He closed the envelope and placed it in his pocket, letting the tears fall down his face as he watched Rory being buried from across the road. The End
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