Subj:[gilmoregirlsfanfiction] Lost in the Shadows 2/?
From:jennieln@pacbell.net
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Lost in the Shadows
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Part Two
TRUSTING DESIRE
She knew she was close because the streets were lined with cars. She found the house and saw a spot at the bottom of the driveway where she hopefully couldn’t get blocked in.
The clock read 11:45 before she shut off the jeep. She took off her jacket and darted up the extremely long driveway. The front door was wide open despite the chill in the wind and she walked right in following the noise of the party to a dark room throbbing with lights, heavy beats of music and of life.
Standing in the doorway, she let the atmosphere overtake her.
“Jello shot?” a boy offered with a glint in his eye.
She wasn’t sure why she accepted. She told herself she was just trying to get the guy to leave her alone but she knew better.
She took the small cup into her hand and brought it swiftly up to her
lips. It tasted like strawberry jello. Just regular strawberry jello.
She found herself smiling although it was only on the surface. It never penetrated any deeper.
The guy handed her another and then disappeared into the crowd with a
smile. She quickly downed it and was surprised to find a slight buzzing in her head.
She liked it.
*****
He saw her the moment she entered the room.
Between the deep strobes of light he watched her look around. Before the light flashed out he noticed there was something different about her…. her demeanor…. her eyes…. they were void…. empty. She looked lost, as if somehow she had arrived but didn’t quite know how.
He wondered why she wasn’t with Dean and then he understood. They had
broken up. Nothing else would leave her so…. dead.
Dan walked up to her and offered a jello shot. Tristan smirked, prepared to see Rory blow the guy off. He was a bum anyway.
She didn’t.
Instead, she downed the shot by the time the strobe flashed back onto her.
She smiled but it never reached her eyes. He shivered.
Dan handed her another and Tristan clenched his fists as the guy obviously checked her out as he left. She wasn’t his…. by a long shot. But he couldn’t control the feelings of jealousy or possessiveness that coursed through him.
He thought that maybe he should go over and talk to her but he knew that he was the last person she probably wanted to deal with. In another flash she was gone, disappearing into the milling crowd.
He searched between the strobes for her familiar figure finding her against the wall to his right. She was a mere twenty feet away but it seemed so much further.
He sat back for a night of torture watching her every move.
*****
Her body hummed. Well at least it would be if it could sing.
She found herself keeping to the edges of the room craving the comfort and support the shadowed walls provided.
Suddenly, she saw him in a flashbright blue eyes following herand then it was black again. She moved slowly, eyes unmoving from that spot. The lights flashed back and he was still there, his eyes meeting hers.
Her heart fluttered and she paused as the crowd jostled her. She felt her heart flutter. That feeling was so intense with everything else numb, that she almost collapsed under the weight of it.
Why did HE make her feel? How did he do it?
She held her breath as the light illuminated him again. They were only ten feet away from each other yet the air was thick making it difficult for her to breath. The lights danced over his face and darkness hit hiding her shaking hands.
Then he was back, still absorbing her with such an intense look that made her want more. She darted to him and grabbed his hand, craving contact…. needing someone to ground her before she ceased to be. She closed her eyes reveling in the heat spreading in her stomach.
“Rory?” His voice was weak, soft, hesitant. Everything he was not.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Carefully, she led the way out the door and down the hall. There was a room on the right with a roaring fire in the fireplace. The library. It was deserted so she pulled Tristan in behind her and locked the door.
She leaned her forehead against the wood door and sighed.
“Rory, what’s going on?” Though he was concerned she could also hear
nervousness in his voice. Very un-Tristan like. But then again she was acting unlike herself as well.
She didn’t face him. Maybe he wouldn’t understand. But then again, maybe he would.
“I’m numb.”
He took a moment. “You and Dean?”
She nodded. “I can’t feel.” Slowly, she faced him, knowing what she
wanted. “Make me feel.” She could see the passion smoldering in his eyes but he didn’t move. He was frozen in place, his breath coming in short rasps. If he wouldn’t, she would.
She closed the gap in a whisper and pressed her lips to his, feeling a
shudder pass through him and into her. His hands moved to her back,
pressing her flesh against his hard chest making her want to feel more.
He began hesitating so Rory wound her fingers through his unruly hair and guided his mouth down to her neck. He groaned softly and nipped at the sensitive flesh.
She toyed with the hem of the soft sweater he wore as he moved back up to her mouth. Before he could make it, she lifted up on the garment helping him shrug out of it, leaving an expanse of delicate skin exposed.
The burning sensation inside of her intensified, leaving her knees weak.
Leaning his forehead against hers, he let her explore his chest with her shaking fingers.
Beyond the walls they could hear the countdown being enthusiastically yelled.
She met his eyes and felt a smile tug at her lips. “Happy New Year,” she whispered, running a tongue across his bottom lip.
He took that gesture as permission to continue. He backed her against the heavy door attacking her mouth, neck, arms, anything he came into contact with.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the over-sized couch in front of the fire. Under her hands she could feel the taut muscles in his back constricting as he easily lifted her weight. She didn’t know what it was about that act that made her smile, but it did.
She found herself giggling as he gently laid her down, the firelight
illuminating them both.
It was just so cliché.
He quickly covered her body with his own, warming what the fire could not reach. Moving his way down to her stomach, he softly kissed the burning flesh above her belly button. The feel of his breath tickling her skin made her head spin and she welcomed the feeling.
Slowly, as if to torture her, he slid her sweater up and over her head,
letting her fall back down to the couch. He sat, propped above her, eyes blazing, gulping in air as if he hadn’t breathed in an hour.
She needed more.
She needed him.
She told him just as much. “I need you.”
He growled pleasurably and she deftly moved her fidgety hands to the zipper on his pants. Without a moment’s hesitation, she held her breath and pushed it down letting her hands travel back up to his waist to push down his pants as well. She prayed he didn’t fight it.
To her relief, he helped her slide them gracefully off and onto the plush carpet below them. He cautiously worked at her jeans next, in what looked to be pure reverence. They too managed to find their way to the floor.
He devoured her mouth, expertly ridding them of their remaining articles of
clothing.
A voice inside her questioned what she was doing and, more importantly,
whom she was doing it with but she pushed it aside and focused on Tristan above her, observing her.
Did he realize just how amazing he was? If she had been asked that
question a year prior she would’ve had no doubt in answering
affirmatively. But now…. now she had caught a peak at his vulnerability and she knew there was more than a cocky attitude there.
He looked as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t seem to get the words out. She reached up and softly traced his cheek and lips with her fingertips before leaning up to pull his lip into her mouth.
He eased his way on top of her, into her, through her.
The pain brought tears to her eyes but she welcomed it all. He had opened an emotional floodgate and she didn’t want it to close.
He stopped and she held back a sob. His eyes held surprise and he was
shaking. “You’re aI meanyou and Dean…. you never…?”
She shook her head, mesmerized by the conflicting emotions flickering in his eyes in the firelight. Frozen in place, his breathing became
sharp. She put a finger over his lips and slowly moved beneath him,
adjusting to him.
Gradually he took control, searching her face for something she couldn’t give him. They picked up their rhythm and she found herself clinging desperately onto him. Lightheaded, she pulled away from his intoxicating lips. Tears found their way down her cheeks and she smiled.
“Tristan,” she called out, as her mind was hit forcefully with sensation after sensation. Closing her eyes against the onslaught, she felt him shudder above her groaning her name before weakly falling onto her.
Her body was still tingling when he withdrew and slid next to her, turning her and pulling her body to him. She lay there, feeling his slowing heart pound against her back enjoying the feeling of his body curling around her, fitting her perfectly.
She relaxed and melted into him. Her eyelids became heavy and she let them close, finally unafraid.
TBC...
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