FIC Battleships, Tensions and Hello Kitty Panties (Paris/Rory, 2/4?, R) Drabble #1 for burningeden
Title: Battleships, Tensions and Hello Kitty Panties | Chapter Two | Apologies & Further Strategies
Author: Nate
Pairing: Paris/Rory, Rory/Lane, future allusions to Paris/Lane/Rory
Spoilers: Spoilers? None here that I know of except the guys of the girls are just history and Zach never moved in on Lane.
Rating: R (sexual situations, profanity, allusions of sexuality between minors, and admissions that both drumming and board games really are hiding sexual desires)
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. Amy-Sherman Palladino, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions, Hofflund-Polone and Warner Bros. Television still have it all. And I doubt they'd lend this show out if it involved possible sexual thoughts from their three lead younger woman characters.
Battleship is a game and trademark of Milton-Bradley/Hasbro and other publishers internationally. All other products and services mentioned within are the property and trademarks of their respective owners, and no disrespect is meant or implied.
Archiving: My personal LJ, ff.net, aff.net, and RalSt. Anyone else ask first.
Summary: When Paris worries the Battleship match they played may not have been all that special, Rory has to assure her that it still was to her.
Author's Notes: This chapter was completely unexpected when I originally wrote this challenge for Chelle. But Danielle addressed in her review that Paris might have felt a little bit odd about Rory 'repeating' her first time with Lane with her, and reflecting on that, she was right. This is my way of making it up to her, and furthering the story to move towards a conclusion that I hope you find pleasing and believable. Thanks again to you two crazy girls for being there for me always, and for those who reviewed the story on ff.net.
Paris wasn't one for a second opinion. She always knew that she was right, and that Rory would always be correct too.
So two weeks after the game that had forever changed their relationship, she had been alone with her thoughts. She knew it was dangerous to second-guess herself.
But her mind was lost in the thought. She didn't know why. She knew she had a loyal girl in Rory Gilmore, and officially the brunette's mini-depression had been lifting.
After four days thinking about it, she was bound and determined to get to the center of the conflict. With Janet and Tanna gone, no homework in the way, she knew it was the perfect opportunity to confront her rival and lover on her worries without having an audience.
Rory came into the common room to find Paris on a couch, reading a textbook. Her eyes were focused on the words, but they weren't soaking through her brain.
"Hey, Paris," she chirped as usual, setting down her backpack and taking off her jacket. She found it a bit odd that her girlfriend, instead of being in her usual sweater and corduroys, wore instead a simple brown dress which slithered across her curves seductively. Paris looked up at her with a smile, the sight of the chirpy journalist-to-be always a pleasing sight.
Although she hoped she'd remain chirpy after this conversation. "Hi." The two women kissed as Paris took a menu from the book. "I think I'm in the mood for Indian tonight."
"Well without Janet here it's an easy decision. Indian it is." Giggling, Rory proceeded to dial the number and intone simply a delivery for Durfee Five. By now the restaurant was more than familiar with the two orders that unfailingly came from that dorm and told the blue-eyed girl that it would be a half-hour, as usual. "Thank you," she said, as she closed the phone to find Paris walking towards her craft corner. Expecting another conversation about their respective days, Rory prepared to sit next to the girl and watch her crochet a potholder for her great aunt Bernice.
"So...how was your day?" Rory was ready to hear the usual, about how once again Paris terrorized the professors of Yale.
But she again proved that despite being intimate with the passionate blonde, she could still be thrown a curve.
"Rory, why did you seduce me in the panties you wore when you gave it up to Lane?" She looked up from her work. The statement didn't have the usual 'Paris bite' to it, but it was still stated in a way that suggested Rory had lied about hitting a baseball through Taylor's window.
Clearly the girl was startled, shocked even. "Umm, what do you mean?"
Paris blinked her eyes. "I mean it. Why choose to wear them?"
"It was a...complete accident. I swear." She struggled for words. "Par, I did not expect anything to happen on that game night. I swear to God. It was all spur of the moment."
"OK, if I'm lead to believe that, you had not been looking to get me into a sexual situation since Daytona. You were planning it for each day we furthered the heat between us and we had dry sex." Paris was playing her lawyer card hard. "Eventually you knew that would lead to me being turned on, thus the sight of you during Battleship dampening your Hello Kitties."
"That's...that's not how it was at all!" Rory stuttered. "You have to believe me, hon. I love you, and--"
"But you also picked out Battleship for our game," she argued. "You know I had other more mind-bending games like my chess set. I have Jenga, Stratego, Risk, and Uno. Hell, I have Toss Across also. You know how hard it is getting a bean bag tic-tac-toe set into a dorm closet? Or how about Kerplunk? That's a pretty sensual game, I'd think."
"Oh my God!" Rory wanted to reel back. This is not what I intended at all! Oh crap! "Baby, I certainly did not mean...oh, dear. You...you think I...I wanted to re-enact how I gave it up to Lane?!" The taller girl paled, rising up from her seat. "Paris, I seriously promise you that at the point I decided to get out the game that how I first made love was far from my mind. Only you were on my mind, I promise." Paris got up in front of her, licking her lips as she regarded her best friend. This is so much fun, she thought evilly.
"I mean far be it from you asking how I wanted our first time in that intimate clench to be. How I would've loved candlelight, Diana Krall in the background, you in a sweater vest with an oxford shirt underneath while I slowly seduced you. I mean yes, it was fun being taken via the means of a board game bastardized to have a loss become the loss of an article of clothing, when I couldn't choose the clothing." She backed her girlfriend into a corner near the picture window looking out towards the quadrangle. "But if I would have had the choice of game I would have given my most precious gift to, it certainly wouldn't have been the same one that your best friend had to use for a cover because of her conservative and spendthrift parents wouldn't give her the Girl Talk or the Barbie Horse Adventure or whatever budding lesbians tease their clothes off at sleepovers these days. Me? I would have chosen something like a Mastermind or a Trivial Pursuit, because then I could truly exercise my cerebral fitness and would've had you down to nothing in no time."
"What, no strip Wheel of Fortune?" Rory quipped, driving Paris up a wall with her least favorite game show. "Always wanted to see an alternate version of that played with Vanna White naked at the end." She giggled as Paris growled lightly.
"Please, that game is for total plebes." She rolled her eyes. "You know you would've lost."
"I would've lost? I'd catch up with you pretty quick. I am deadly at pop culture."
"Whatever. The point is, both of your female relationships have begun based on the luck of a grid and the wearing of panties that brought you luck in the past." An evil grin. "But not anymore."
"Not anymore?" Rory couldn't figure out the pause. "What do you mean--"
And then she got it. "Oh no. Please...please, don't you dare tell me...you wouldn't dare!"
"Relax there, worrywart. Your panties are safe...in my drawer for now. You'll get to wear them for the big exam when it comes and preserve your sanity and your grades." She smiled, deadly and lascivious. "But Rory, you should know that forever, I must compare whether how I was in bed compares to Lane."
"But there are two different matrixes there," Rory argued mathematically. "When Lane and I had sex, we were young. Both inexperienced. Her even more so because she was stuck jilling in a closet in a bean bag chair!"
"You really think I don't believe by now that innocent lil' Lane has mastered the art of anywhere masturbation?" She scoffed. "Conservative girls share more than a sisterhood. They also share a covenant of figuring out on their own how their cums can be as quiet as a pindrop. I had walls full of echoes at the Manor. She had her mother in the room next door. She seems to be a very happy all-American girl...and not in the way of her analog, Margaret Cho either."
"I was wondering when you'd bring out the bad ABC sitcom reference."
"I took my time with it." She continued. "Seriously, if you think your best friend never forgot her first time and recalls it often, you're wrong. Lane was an incredible sexual tornado when she was fifteen. I can just tell from the time we spent together that there were more than musical scales spinning in her head." Her eyes withered a heated stare across Rory as she pushed her deep into the corner. "Why do you think she plays the drums?"
"This...it's going to lead to a quip about banging, isn't it?" Her body stiffened as the intense girl in front of her established her further sexual dominance.
"I'm not going to lie here, Gilmore. When I saw her play with the boys in the garage that one time in the Hollow there was more than passion for rock n' roll going on. The way she pounded on those drums, it's sort of animalistic and it shows that even as everyone says drummers provide the least to a band, But really, the beat is provided by them. Without a drummer, a band is just a mess of discordant chords and notes playing without a guide. Especially so with Lane's band."
"Are you saying that..." Rory's heart thumped harder. "You get off watching Lane play the drums?"
Paris smirked, deadly as she began to move her hands down towards the hem of her dress. "The way she describes playing them sounds almost like sex. It's just so simple, pounding these skins to get a sound to come out of them. But then you look at her. You imagine all the energy it takes to whirl around a drum set and hit every note pitch-perfect. To her, it is just like sex. It's forbidden to her, a rush to end a song with her hair in an unruly mess, her body soaked with sweat, and who knows how much vibration has gotten between her legs." She puckered her lip out. "Have you ever really thought about it, Ror? How well-fucked your best friend looked after a good...pounding?"
"Oh my God." Rory felt her breath quicken as her mind was invaded by images of Paris being a groupie, watching Lane play a heavy drum solo. "I...I honestly...I never thought it was sexual. I thought it was just plain fun for her."
"Why do you think Ally McBeal was so popular? Certainly wasn't for the lousy cases." She giggled. "Arguing law is pretty much just S&M using jurisprudence and a courtroom as substitutes for a ball gag and a dungeon. When I'm in my law classes I do feel a sexual rush. It's just not something I'm studying, it's a rush to know that if I do everything well enough, my side will be victorious and the guilty sentence would be the equivalent to the after-sex cigarette." The dress began to slide up her body, Rory noticing then that her girlfriend had decided to completely forgo the bra. Her legs slickened, in wait for her intimidating lover. "For Lane, sex is like drumming. Drumming is like sex. The music moves her, the beat is erotic, and she can't help but give into it. The forbidden thrill of completing a song, of hitting the notes perfectly, of going five minutes hard until her body is pounding hard. I will not doubt that once during a heavy solo, that girl looked right at you and banged those drums with her legs closed in until she came at the crescendo."
"Fuck...Par...stop...there's no way..." She was feeling odd about her girlfriend furthering her desire to bring the Korean into their bedroom. "Lane is a good girl. For God's sake, she dated a guy for a year and might want to go out with another. She is set in her ways and no matter what we do--"
"What we do will work. You hit that undercurrent of tension that we all share, I know that she'll have her doubts pushed aside." Higher the dress went up, to mid-thigh. "Now undress me."
"Undress you?" Startled, the brunette couldn't believe that Paris was directing the conversation so suddenly. "But you were just talking about Lane!"
That's when the trap was laid. "D�j� vu, Gilmore." She grinned as if she was the Joker. "You thought I brought up a latent drum-fuck fantasy for the sake of getting you riled up?"
Rory hurriedly shook her head, realizing what nerve Paris struck, exactly. "You didn't." Her face paled as the Paris of old came out of hiding to give her that "Gotcha!" moment she always reviled having.
"Just giving you that bitter medicine, my sweet." She shook her head and held Rory's hand, pushing her towards the bedroom. "At the moment, it was fun and unexpected. You actually think about it, and you sort of feel a bit inferior compared to her. I've been sexual. More sexual than she has. But to drive me to the realization you had to talk about your experiences with her."
"Well, it's just that...well, you know." Closing the door behind her, Rory was stopped, trying to figure out an example. "What can I do, ask how you went down on Jamie or how feral you felt around Asher?" She whined about the problems with dirty talk. "I wasn't exactly ready to boast about Jess because yes, he was my first. But he certainly didn't get me to the top, as sad as it is to state that."
"I'm just looking for an explanation as to why you had to copy the Lane seduction," Paris stated, sitting on the bed and welcoming Rory next to her. "I know it was probably a moment of honesty that drove you to say 'y'know, you're not my first girl. I understand that, but maybe a bit of variation could've worked. I just feel a bit underappreciated, like I wasn't meant to have a special moment with you." Her leg shook nervously, her eyes showing how down she was about realizing that her first time wasn't all that special.
Rory understood. Although Paris wasn't crying, she didn't need to show tears to make Rory understand that her raw thoughts in that moment could've led her to another board game and a change in clothing. By trying to remember her first time in such a light, she had also invalidated Paris's first time with her somewhat as 'the same' in a way. She felt like by telling Paris about Lane in detail rather than just saying 'she was my first', she had put Lane on a pedestal that Paris felt it hard to knock her off of.
Especially when she knew in Paris's words that there was much more than a friendly interest in her musical friend. Even through this all, she doesn't feel any bitterness for her, she thought thankful for at least that facet.
She set her hand on Paris's back and felt apologetic, kissing the young woman's forehead. "I didn't think. I should've shown a bit more consideration and made you feel special." Sighing, the brunette felt a sad at her behavior. "Look. The Battleship was I promise you, completely coincidental and I did the best-of-five thing on the spot because I had forgotten what I did with Lane. But playing it all those memories came back and then I just knew, I had to probably explain it. As for the underwear, I knew things were coming to a head. I had probably a good chance of something happening that night." She brought her voice to a whisper. "Even if I wasn't in them though, I want you to know that the love I felt for you, and what we did that night, certainly would not have been diminished in any way. You're my girlfriend. That night I just happened to have luck on my side. But I love you, and if I made you feel uncomfortable with how everything seemed the same, I apologize, with all of my heart."
She paused a moment. "But I will say..." Rory pushed her hand up Paris's leg, sliding the dress up with it. "There was plenty different about you and Lane, many differences."
"Like?" Paris looked at her expectantly, knowing an acknowledgement of the apology wasn't needed.
"For one thing, she did most of the seducing. I came in wanting her, but she had the come-hither eyes most of the night. I almost shied out."
"Really? Little Rory Gilmore being a wilting lily?" A soft titter. "Perish the thought."
"Secondly that game was more a blatant excuse to undress. Not so with you. You wanted to win and prove your superiority over me. Lane wouldn't have cared if I said every one of her calls was a hit; the faster to get her clothes off. You were honest every single step." Rory slid the dress towards Paris's mid thigh, as the blonde began to find things heating up anew, undoing Rory's cuffs on her blouse.
"So she bluffed the game? That's not very sporting."
"But she was also very tentative with her flirting. You were all out there." She found her hands moving higher and higher. "I was shy about my body with her. I needed to be sweet talked."
"So the bra didn't come off very easily?"
"Not at all." More fuel to the fire. "The bed was smaller."
Soon more information about Lane and Rory's night was learned. They were interrupted by Babette bumping in a few times to check on their welfare. Mrs. Kim called twice. An entire conversation about virginity dominated the second game, with fretting the eighth.
"So by the time we finally drew the ninth game, we had a talk about everything sexual and we had to deliberate whether this step needed to be taken." Rory smiled, tears in her eyes. "But with you, it was natural. I didn't need to talk myself out of it. That round of Battleship we had? It was dirty, it was naughty and very nasty. And..." As Paris topped her, she giggled. "The most important thing to know is we did it four times, and in a couple of interesting positions that I won't soon forget. I got bruises and you got me to...express through liquid how I felt with you. Lane and I did it twice, once rubbing pussies together, the second, it was hand-to-hand."
"So what you're saying is...I did have the better, more fulfilling and wide-open Rory Gilmore experience?" Paris shook her head. "That I was the big game."
"I wouldn't say that, exactly. How about this...Lane, we were slow and tentative, best friends who had all this curiosity building through puberty and we wanted to find out what the hub-bub was. We connected and it was awesome, but not so much she was willing to abandon her life for it. But as for you...tension from day one. Sexual tension. The both of us always had that 'how is she in bed' thought in the back of our minds. Our connection was on a deep and primal level and we both knew one day it would burst, it would reveal itself, and look out."
"So in each of our ways, we both have an equal connection. But our love is deeper."
"That's what I'm saying, Par." Feeling her shirt taken off, it was tossed to the side as Paris felt her zeal return. "I love you. But I also love Lane in a different way. But our first time was as special as I was with Lane."
"Honesty?"
"Cross my heart," Rory declared. "I promise you that I will never do a pro-and-con list comparing how you are in bed compared to her. Because I couldn't."
"That makes me happy," Paris said,, with incredible relief. "But, one thing?"
"Yes."
"If we're going with this idea to let Lane in on us, I make the moves."
"You?"
"Have you already forgotten the drums and sex analogy?"
"So you weren't joking about that?"
"Would I jest about getting off to Lane getting her inner Animal on? That guy is the most blatantly sexual Muppet outside of Miss Piggy."
"It's a kid's show!"
"You're telling me that she never declared when she grew up she wanted to pound the beats out every night and have groupies lining up at her door wanting a piece of the hot female drummer? Sweating through her tank top, her nipples fully erect, her eyes glazed over from exhaustion..."
"Oh my God!"
"She gets off the stool and her entire ass is wet from the multiple orgasms she's had--"
"You really want to try this, don't you?"
"I think we both do. Admit it. It would be a thrill to make up for that adolescent awkwardness of that birthday sex."
"It would." Rory smiled. "And you really wouldn't mind flirting with her. You're sure?"
"My goal is by the 4th, we see multiple fireworks in my bed."
"That's a horrid quip, even for you."
"You'll be thanking me later."
"Well, I guess if you want to give Lane that push, that I can't stop you." She looked down at her friend, fingers inching towards her panties. "We didn't play a game, by the way."
"Who needs games? It was just a means to an end."
"A good end." Rory giggled. "A cute little rear end patterned in something naughty I would have never expected."
"Let it never be said that I'm a feminist, through and through."
"I never figured you as a fan of the Princess of Power." A funny smile. "Or into any of those cartoons."
"That one cheesy station aired them every day after school ten years ago. Needed something to fill their schedule, despite the show being out of its prime." A playful smirk. "I'm an oddball."
"You're my oddball," Rory responded, her fingers tracing her lover's slit. "An oddball with a She-Ra obsession, but an oddball I love with everything I have." She kissed Paris's nose.
"Want me to sing the theme?" She quipped. "She-Ra, She-Ra, She-RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Good fucking Lord!" Her eyes popped out. "You gotta warn me when you do the tongue twist there, Gilmore!"
"Naughty girls wearing naughty panties do strange things to me, Par." She took a deep sniff of the girl, winking up at her before resuming her ministrations. "Strange that the tip of She-Ra's sword might as well be pointing at Clitty the Kitty."
"OK, if there's one thing I'm sure of, you didn't name Lane's naughty parts!"
"Oh, her's was Danielle T. Sexy Tiger." Then before Paris could comment any further (or complain the Neighborhood of Make-Believe was forever ruined), Rory was showing her that there would be no way after tonight she could ever compare herself to Lane.
Hopefully I'll get to feel them both in sweet unison, she thought to herself about an hour later as Paris got further sweet revenge on her, in more ways than one.
To be continued...
Author: Nate
Pairing: Paris/Rory, Rory/Lane, future allusions to Paris/Lane/Rory
Spoilers: Spoilers? None here that I know of except the guys of the girls are just history and Zach never moved in on Lane.
Rating: R (sexual situations, profanity, allusions of sexuality between minors, and admissions that both drumming and board games really are hiding sexual desires)
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. Amy-Sherman Palladino, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions, Hofflund-Polone and Warner Bros. Television still have it all. And I doubt they'd lend this show out if it involved possible sexual thoughts from their three lead younger woman characters.
Battleship is a game and trademark of Milton-Bradley/Hasbro and other publishers internationally. All other products and services mentioned within are the property and trademarks of their respective owners, and no disrespect is meant or implied.
Archiving: My personal LJ, ff.net, aff.net, and RalSt. Anyone else ask first.
Summary: When Paris worries the Battleship match they played may not have been all that special, Rory has to assure her that it still was to her.
Author's Notes: This chapter was completely unexpected when I originally wrote this challenge for Chelle. But Danielle addressed in her review that Paris might have felt a little bit odd about Rory 'repeating' her first time with Lane with her, and reflecting on that, she was right. This is my way of making it up to her, and furthering the story to move towards a conclusion that I hope you find pleasing and believable. Thanks again to you two crazy girls for being there for me always, and for those who reviewed the story on ff.net.
Paris wasn't one for a second opinion. She always knew that she was right, and that Rory would always be correct too.
So two weeks after the game that had forever changed their relationship, she had been alone with her thoughts. She knew it was dangerous to second-guess herself.
But her mind was lost in the thought. She didn't know why. She knew she had a loyal girl in Rory Gilmore, and officially the brunette's mini-depression had been lifting.
After four days thinking about it, she was bound and determined to get to the center of the conflict. With Janet and Tanna gone, no homework in the way, she knew it was the perfect opportunity to confront her rival and lover on her worries without having an audience.
Rory came into the common room to find Paris on a couch, reading a textbook. Her eyes were focused on the words, but they weren't soaking through her brain.
"Hey, Paris," she chirped as usual, setting down her backpack and taking off her jacket. She found it a bit odd that her girlfriend, instead of being in her usual sweater and corduroys, wore instead a simple brown dress which slithered across her curves seductively. Paris looked up at her with a smile, the sight of the chirpy journalist-to-be always a pleasing sight.
Although she hoped she'd remain chirpy after this conversation. "Hi." The two women kissed as Paris took a menu from the book. "I think I'm in the mood for Indian tonight."
"Well without Janet here it's an easy decision. Indian it is." Giggling, Rory proceeded to dial the number and intone simply a delivery for Durfee Five. By now the restaurant was more than familiar with the two orders that unfailingly came from that dorm and told the blue-eyed girl that it would be a half-hour, as usual. "Thank you," she said, as she closed the phone to find Paris walking towards her craft corner. Expecting another conversation about their respective days, Rory prepared to sit next to the girl and watch her crochet a potholder for her great aunt Bernice.
"So...how was your day?" Rory was ready to hear the usual, about how once again Paris terrorized the professors of Yale.
But she again proved that despite being intimate with the passionate blonde, she could still be thrown a curve.
"Rory, why did you seduce me in the panties you wore when you gave it up to Lane?" She looked up from her work. The statement didn't have the usual 'Paris bite' to it, but it was still stated in a way that suggested Rory had lied about hitting a baseball through Taylor's window.
Clearly the girl was startled, shocked even. "Umm, what do you mean?"
Paris blinked her eyes. "I mean it. Why choose to wear them?"
"It was a...complete accident. I swear." She struggled for words. "Par, I did not expect anything to happen on that game night. I swear to God. It was all spur of the moment."
"OK, if I'm lead to believe that, you had not been looking to get me into a sexual situation since Daytona. You were planning it for each day we furthered the heat between us and we had dry sex." Paris was playing her lawyer card hard. "Eventually you knew that would lead to me being turned on, thus the sight of you during Battleship dampening your Hello Kitties."
"That's...that's not how it was at all!" Rory stuttered. "You have to believe me, hon. I love you, and--"
"But you also picked out Battleship for our game," she argued. "You know I had other more mind-bending games like my chess set. I have Jenga, Stratego, Risk, and Uno. Hell, I have Toss Across also. You know how hard it is getting a bean bag tic-tac-toe set into a dorm closet? Or how about Kerplunk? That's a pretty sensual game, I'd think."
"Oh my God!" Rory wanted to reel back. This is not what I intended at all! Oh crap! "Baby, I certainly did not mean...oh, dear. You...you think I...I wanted to re-enact how I gave it up to Lane?!" The taller girl paled, rising up from her seat. "Paris, I seriously promise you that at the point I decided to get out the game that how I first made love was far from my mind. Only you were on my mind, I promise." Paris got up in front of her, licking her lips as she regarded her best friend. This is so much fun, she thought evilly.
"I mean far be it from you asking how I wanted our first time in that intimate clench to be. How I would've loved candlelight, Diana Krall in the background, you in a sweater vest with an oxford shirt underneath while I slowly seduced you. I mean yes, it was fun being taken via the means of a board game bastardized to have a loss become the loss of an article of clothing, when I couldn't choose the clothing." She backed her girlfriend into a corner near the picture window looking out towards the quadrangle. "But if I would have had the choice of game I would have given my most precious gift to, it certainly wouldn't have been the same one that your best friend had to use for a cover because of her conservative and spendthrift parents wouldn't give her the Girl Talk or the Barbie Horse Adventure or whatever budding lesbians tease their clothes off at sleepovers these days. Me? I would have chosen something like a Mastermind or a Trivial Pursuit, because then I could truly exercise my cerebral fitness and would've had you down to nothing in no time."
"What, no strip Wheel of Fortune?" Rory quipped, driving Paris up a wall with her least favorite game show. "Always wanted to see an alternate version of that played with Vanna White naked at the end." She giggled as Paris growled lightly.
"Please, that game is for total plebes." She rolled her eyes. "You know you would've lost."
"I would've lost? I'd catch up with you pretty quick. I am deadly at pop culture."
"Whatever. The point is, both of your female relationships have begun based on the luck of a grid and the wearing of panties that brought you luck in the past." An evil grin. "But not anymore."
"Not anymore?" Rory couldn't figure out the pause. "What do you mean--"
And then she got it. "Oh no. Please...please, don't you dare tell me...you wouldn't dare!"
"Relax there, worrywart. Your panties are safe...in my drawer for now. You'll get to wear them for the big exam when it comes and preserve your sanity and your grades." She smiled, deadly and lascivious. "But Rory, you should know that forever, I must compare whether how I was in bed compares to Lane."
"But there are two different matrixes there," Rory argued mathematically. "When Lane and I had sex, we were young. Both inexperienced. Her even more so because she was stuck jilling in a closet in a bean bag chair!"
"You really think I don't believe by now that innocent lil' Lane has mastered the art of anywhere masturbation?" She scoffed. "Conservative girls share more than a sisterhood. They also share a covenant of figuring out on their own how their cums can be as quiet as a pindrop. I had walls full of echoes at the Manor. She had her mother in the room next door. She seems to be a very happy all-American girl...and not in the way of her analog, Margaret Cho either."
"I was wondering when you'd bring out the bad ABC sitcom reference."
"I took my time with it." She continued. "Seriously, if you think your best friend never forgot her first time and recalls it often, you're wrong. Lane was an incredible sexual tornado when she was fifteen. I can just tell from the time we spent together that there were more than musical scales spinning in her head." Her eyes withered a heated stare across Rory as she pushed her deep into the corner. "Why do you think she plays the drums?"
"This...it's going to lead to a quip about banging, isn't it?" Her body stiffened as the intense girl in front of her established her further sexual dominance.
"I'm not going to lie here, Gilmore. When I saw her play with the boys in the garage that one time in the Hollow there was more than passion for rock n' roll going on. The way she pounded on those drums, it's sort of animalistic and it shows that even as everyone says drummers provide the least to a band, But really, the beat is provided by them. Without a drummer, a band is just a mess of discordant chords and notes playing without a guide. Especially so with Lane's band."
"Are you saying that..." Rory's heart thumped harder. "You get off watching Lane play the drums?"
Paris smirked, deadly as she began to move her hands down towards the hem of her dress. "The way she describes playing them sounds almost like sex. It's just so simple, pounding these skins to get a sound to come out of them. But then you look at her. You imagine all the energy it takes to whirl around a drum set and hit every note pitch-perfect. To her, it is just like sex. It's forbidden to her, a rush to end a song with her hair in an unruly mess, her body soaked with sweat, and who knows how much vibration has gotten between her legs." She puckered her lip out. "Have you ever really thought about it, Ror? How well-fucked your best friend looked after a good...pounding?"
"Oh my God." Rory felt her breath quicken as her mind was invaded by images of Paris being a groupie, watching Lane play a heavy drum solo. "I...I honestly...I never thought it was sexual. I thought it was just plain fun for her."
"Why do you think Ally McBeal was so popular? Certainly wasn't for the lousy cases." She giggled. "Arguing law is pretty much just S&M using jurisprudence and a courtroom as substitutes for a ball gag and a dungeon. When I'm in my law classes I do feel a sexual rush. It's just not something I'm studying, it's a rush to know that if I do everything well enough, my side will be victorious and the guilty sentence would be the equivalent to the after-sex cigarette." The dress began to slide up her body, Rory noticing then that her girlfriend had decided to completely forgo the bra. Her legs slickened, in wait for her intimidating lover. "For Lane, sex is like drumming. Drumming is like sex. The music moves her, the beat is erotic, and she can't help but give into it. The forbidden thrill of completing a song, of hitting the notes perfectly, of going five minutes hard until her body is pounding hard. I will not doubt that once during a heavy solo, that girl looked right at you and banged those drums with her legs closed in until she came at the crescendo."
"Fuck...Par...stop...there's no way..." She was feeling odd about her girlfriend furthering her desire to bring the Korean into their bedroom. "Lane is a good girl. For God's sake, she dated a guy for a year and might want to go out with another. She is set in her ways and no matter what we do--"
"What we do will work. You hit that undercurrent of tension that we all share, I know that she'll have her doubts pushed aside." Higher the dress went up, to mid-thigh. "Now undress me."
"Undress you?" Startled, the brunette couldn't believe that Paris was directing the conversation so suddenly. "But you were just talking about Lane!"
That's when the trap was laid. "D�j� vu, Gilmore." She grinned as if she was the Joker. "You thought I brought up a latent drum-fuck fantasy for the sake of getting you riled up?"
Rory hurriedly shook her head, realizing what nerve Paris struck, exactly. "You didn't." Her face paled as the Paris of old came out of hiding to give her that "Gotcha!" moment she always reviled having.
"Just giving you that bitter medicine, my sweet." She shook her head and held Rory's hand, pushing her towards the bedroom. "At the moment, it was fun and unexpected. You actually think about it, and you sort of feel a bit inferior compared to her. I've been sexual. More sexual than she has. But to drive me to the realization you had to talk about your experiences with her."
"Well, it's just that...well, you know." Closing the door behind her, Rory was stopped, trying to figure out an example. "What can I do, ask how you went down on Jamie or how feral you felt around Asher?" She whined about the problems with dirty talk. "I wasn't exactly ready to boast about Jess because yes, he was my first. But he certainly didn't get me to the top, as sad as it is to state that."
"I'm just looking for an explanation as to why you had to copy the Lane seduction," Paris stated, sitting on the bed and welcoming Rory next to her. "I know it was probably a moment of honesty that drove you to say 'y'know, you're not my first girl. I understand that, but maybe a bit of variation could've worked. I just feel a bit underappreciated, like I wasn't meant to have a special moment with you." Her leg shook nervously, her eyes showing how down she was about realizing that her first time wasn't all that special.
Rory understood. Although Paris wasn't crying, she didn't need to show tears to make Rory understand that her raw thoughts in that moment could've led her to another board game and a change in clothing. By trying to remember her first time in such a light, she had also invalidated Paris's first time with her somewhat as 'the same' in a way. She felt like by telling Paris about Lane in detail rather than just saying 'she was my first', she had put Lane on a pedestal that Paris felt it hard to knock her off of.
Especially when she knew in Paris's words that there was much more than a friendly interest in her musical friend. Even through this all, she doesn't feel any bitterness for her, she thought thankful for at least that facet.
She set her hand on Paris's back and felt apologetic, kissing the young woman's forehead. "I didn't think. I should've shown a bit more consideration and made you feel special." Sighing, the brunette felt a sad at her behavior. "Look. The Battleship was I promise you, completely coincidental and I did the best-of-five thing on the spot because I had forgotten what I did with Lane. But playing it all those memories came back and then I just knew, I had to probably explain it. As for the underwear, I knew things were coming to a head. I had probably a good chance of something happening that night." She brought her voice to a whisper. "Even if I wasn't in them though, I want you to know that the love I felt for you, and what we did that night, certainly would not have been diminished in any way. You're my girlfriend. That night I just happened to have luck on my side. But I love you, and if I made you feel uncomfortable with how everything seemed the same, I apologize, with all of my heart."
She paused a moment. "But I will say..." Rory pushed her hand up Paris's leg, sliding the dress up with it. "There was plenty different about you and Lane, many differences."
"Like?" Paris looked at her expectantly, knowing an acknowledgement of the apology wasn't needed.
"For one thing, she did most of the seducing. I came in wanting her, but she had the come-hither eyes most of the night. I almost shied out."
"Really? Little Rory Gilmore being a wilting lily?" A soft titter. "Perish the thought."
"Secondly that game was more a blatant excuse to undress. Not so with you. You wanted to win and prove your superiority over me. Lane wouldn't have cared if I said every one of her calls was a hit; the faster to get her clothes off. You were honest every single step." Rory slid the dress towards Paris's mid thigh, as the blonde began to find things heating up anew, undoing Rory's cuffs on her blouse.
"So she bluffed the game? That's not very sporting."
"But she was also very tentative with her flirting. You were all out there." She found her hands moving higher and higher. "I was shy about my body with her. I needed to be sweet talked."
"So the bra didn't come off very easily?"
"Not at all." More fuel to the fire. "The bed was smaller."
Soon more information about Lane and Rory's night was learned. They were interrupted by Babette bumping in a few times to check on their welfare. Mrs. Kim called twice. An entire conversation about virginity dominated the second game, with fretting the eighth.
"So by the time we finally drew the ninth game, we had a talk about everything sexual and we had to deliberate whether this step needed to be taken." Rory smiled, tears in her eyes. "But with you, it was natural. I didn't need to talk myself out of it. That round of Battleship we had? It was dirty, it was naughty and very nasty. And..." As Paris topped her, she giggled. "The most important thing to know is we did it four times, and in a couple of interesting positions that I won't soon forget. I got bruises and you got me to...express through liquid how I felt with you. Lane and I did it twice, once rubbing pussies together, the second, it was hand-to-hand."
"So what you're saying is...I did have the better, more fulfilling and wide-open Rory Gilmore experience?" Paris shook her head. "That I was the big game."
"I wouldn't say that, exactly. How about this...Lane, we were slow and tentative, best friends who had all this curiosity building through puberty and we wanted to find out what the hub-bub was. We connected and it was awesome, but not so much she was willing to abandon her life for it. But as for you...tension from day one. Sexual tension. The both of us always had that 'how is she in bed' thought in the back of our minds. Our connection was on a deep and primal level and we both knew one day it would burst, it would reveal itself, and look out."
"So in each of our ways, we both have an equal connection. But our love is deeper."
"That's what I'm saying, Par." Feeling her shirt taken off, it was tossed to the side as Paris felt her zeal return. "I love you. But I also love Lane in a different way. But our first time was as special as I was with Lane."
"Honesty?"
"Cross my heart," Rory declared. "I promise you that I will never do a pro-and-con list comparing how you are in bed compared to her. Because I couldn't."
"That makes me happy," Paris said,, with incredible relief. "But, one thing?"
"Yes."
"If we're going with this idea to let Lane in on us, I make the moves."
"You?"
"Have you already forgotten the drums and sex analogy?"
"So you weren't joking about that?"
"Would I jest about getting off to Lane getting her inner Animal on? That guy is the most blatantly sexual Muppet outside of Miss Piggy."
"It's a kid's show!"
"You're telling me that she never declared when she grew up she wanted to pound the beats out every night and have groupies lining up at her door wanting a piece of the hot female drummer? Sweating through her tank top, her nipples fully erect, her eyes glazed over from exhaustion..."
"Oh my God!"
"She gets off the stool and her entire ass is wet from the multiple orgasms she's had--"
"You really want to try this, don't you?"
"I think we both do. Admit it. It would be a thrill to make up for that adolescent awkwardness of that birthday sex."
"It would." Rory smiled. "And you really wouldn't mind flirting with her. You're sure?"
"My goal is by the 4th, we see multiple fireworks in my bed."
"That's a horrid quip, even for you."
"You'll be thanking me later."
"Well, I guess if you want to give Lane that push, that I can't stop you." She looked down at her friend, fingers inching towards her panties. "We didn't play a game, by the way."
"Who needs games? It was just a means to an end."
"A good end." Rory giggled. "A cute little rear end patterned in something naughty I would have never expected."
"Let it never be said that I'm a feminist, through and through."
"I never figured you as a fan of the Princess of Power." A funny smile. "Or into any of those cartoons."
"That one cheesy station aired them every day after school ten years ago. Needed something to fill their schedule, despite the show being out of its prime." A playful smirk. "I'm an oddball."
"You're my oddball," Rory responded, her fingers tracing her lover's slit. "An oddball with a She-Ra obsession, but an oddball I love with everything I have." She kissed Paris's nose.
"Want me to sing the theme?" She quipped. "She-Ra, She-Ra, She-RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Good fucking Lord!" Her eyes popped out. "You gotta warn me when you do the tongue twist there, Gilmore!"
"Naughty girls wearing naughty panties do strange things to me, Par." She took a deep sniff of the girl, winking up at her before resuming her ministrations. "Strange that the tip of She-Ra's sword might as well be pointing at Clitty the Kitty."
"OK, if there's one thing I'm sure of, you didn't name Lane's naughty parts!"
"Oh, her's was Danielle T. Sexy Tiger." Then before Paris could comment any further (or complain the Neighborhood of Make-Believe was forever ruined), Rory was showing her that there would be no way after tonight she could ever compare herself to Lane.
Hopefully I'll get to feel them both in sweet unison, she thought to herself about an hour later as Paris got further sweet revenge on her, in more ways than one.
To be continued...