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Archive name: camping.txt (MF-teens, cheat, rom, parody)
Authors name: Tammy and Dorey (No address supplied)
Story title : Camping with the Enemy

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Camping with the Enemy (MF-teens, cheat, rom, parody)
by Tammy and Dorey (No address supplied)

***

Rory, Dean, and Lorelai go on a camping trip. When 
Dean makes Rory upset, Tristan's there to comfort 
her. (Sorry nothing included beyond a little touchy-
feely in a tent at night. But I think it's still 
quite a sexy story.)

***

"Rory!" called Lorelai from the kitchen. 

Rory came bounding into the kitchen and with one look 
at her mother's lit-up face, she could tell that 
Lorelai had another idea. 

"Guess what?" said Lorelai, "I have the perfect idea 
for this year's beach camping trip. You can bring 
Dean!" 

"Oh my god! That's so cool! Thank you. Thank you. 
Thank you so much Mom!" squealed Rory as she hugged 
Lorelai, "I'm gonna go call Dean. This is so amazing! 
Thank you." 

Rory left the room to call Dean, a huge smile 
plastered on her face at the excellent news. 

***

"Mom all your stuff will not fit in the jeep. Do you 
really have to bring your furry pillows?" 

"Of course I do. You of all people should know that a 
girl can never have to many furry pillows." 

"You can't fit three furry pillows in the jeep. Dean 
and I have stuff too. Pick one color." 

"Okay. Purple, blue, and silver." 

"No." 

"Yes Ms. Pessimistic." 

"No." 

"Yes! Look who's coming down the street..." taunted 
Lorelai, changing the subject so she could stuff all 
three pillows in the jeep. 

"Mom look at me. Now, now, now!" exclaimed Rory 
impatiently, "Remember, no embarrassing baby stories 
around the campfire. No interrogating my boyfriend.  
No anything else that would not come up in a normal 
everyday conversation between normal people." 

"And if I don't listen to your rules?" 

"I start talking about the time you went to the 
beach-" 

"-Don't even say it," Lorelai interrupted. 

"Hi Dean," said Rory, giving him a quick kiss. 

"Just put your stuff right there and we'll be off!" 
said Lorelai, pointing to the small space left next 
to her furry pillows in the back of the jeep. Dean 
gave her a strange look but managed to make room for 
his stuff. "Everybody ready? Let's go!" Lorelai 
shouted, and hopped in the drivers seat. 

***

"We're finally here. Beach, campfires, beach, 
swimming, beach!" chanted Lorelai, spinning in 
circles like a six-year-old. 

"We get the point mom, but your not going anywhere 
until we set camp." 

"Let's set up the tent then. What are you waiting 
for? Come on, come on, come on!" she squealed. 

They started setting up the two-room tent as Lorelai 
explained the sleeping arrangements, "Dean you get 
the room on the left and Rory and I will take the one 
on the right." 

Nearly an hour later, after the tent had collapsed on 
Lorelai and Dean, and Rory saved the day by using the 
instructions to set up the tent the right way, the 
three stepped back to admire their handiwork. 

"Finished at last," sang Lorelai, "See you kids 
later, I'm off to the beach and sand and tanning and 
swimming and volleyball and..." 

"-Bye mom," said Rory looking at Dean, now nervous at 
being alone in a tent. 

"Hey um...do you want me to show you around the 
campground?" 

"Sure," said Dean, seeming slightly disappointed that 
Rory didn't want to stay alone with him. 

"Hurry up! I'm so excited. I love the beach. There's 
this spot at the end of the jetty that is perfect to 
watch the sunset from. We'll have to go back later," 
Rory babbled, grabbing Dean's hand and making him run 
toward the beach. 

"Wow this is amazing! After we come back here and 
watch the sunset why don't we go for a moonlit swim?" 
suggested Dean.

"It's a date!" declared Rory, "I'm gonna get a soda, 
want one?" 

"Sure. I think I'll have...orange today." 

Rory walks over to the machine, puts in three 
quarters, and pops out her favorite soda, grape, then 
gets Dean his orange soda. 

*Why don't I sneak around the back path and surprise 
him* Rory thought. 

Rory hurries along the back path and reaches the end, 
crouching down ready to spook Dean. As she pops up 
from hiding, she sees Dean with his arm around 
another girl. A very pretty, blonde cheerleader type 
girl. 

"Dean," Rory gasped. 

Dean spun around, dropping his arm quickly "Rory it's 
not what it looks like..." but he was cut off as Rory 
dropped their sodas on the ground and ran in the 
other direction. 

*How could he?* Rory thought as she ran away, tears 
streaming down her face. She kept running, far away 
from Dean, towards her "secret spot" inside a little 
grove of pine trees. She always loved this spot when 
she was a little girl because she felt like she was 
in another world, surrounded by the towering trees, 
calm in their cool, crisp shade. Now, unable to see 
where she was going because her eyes were so clouded 
with tears, Rory stumbled on the ground and stayed 
where she fell, safe inside her little world. 

"What the..." said a familiar voice from behind her, 

"Mary?!?" 

*Just my luck* thought Rory bitterly, *My worst enemy 
is at this campground and, even worse, he is standing 
less than four feet from me when I am a complete 
nervous wreck. The ways he is going to use this event 
to torment me are to horrible even to think about.* 

"Rory, are you okay?" Tristan asked. 

"What, no Mary this time? And what does it look 
like?" shouted Rory, losing control of her feelings 
and taking her anger out on Tristan instead of Dean, 
"I'm just fine despite the tears streaming down my 
face!" 

Tristan looked hurt, but he sat down next to Rory and 
placed his arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort 
her. 

"What happened?" he asked timidly, afraid he might 
get his head bitten off again. 

"I...he...Dean was with another girl." 

*I knew that jerk wasn't good enough for her* thought 
Tristan angrily. He sat there holding Rory as she 
cried uncontrollably on his shoulder. He couldn't 
stop staring at her, thinking that even now with 
tearstains on her face, she still looked beautiful. 

"Shhhh, shhhh. It will be okay... it probably wasn't 
what you thought. You just have to stand up to him, 
Rory," Tristan said, trying to soothe her and not say 
what he really thought about Dean. 

Tristan continued soothing Rory, and she eventually 
fell asleep from the exhaustion of crying. *I am the 
luckiest guy in the world* thought Tristan.  *I'm 
holding an angel in my arms* He picked up his jacket, 
which was lying next to him, and covered Rory with 
it. 

***

An hour later, Rory's eyelids fluttered open. 
"Where...what happened?" she whispered and then 
everything came flooding back to her. She groaned at 
the awful memory and looked up at Tristan. His blue 
eyes complemented his perfectly chiseled face and his 
smile was genuine, not the usual sneer she saw 
whenever he was around her. 

"Feel better?" he asked, still holding her in his 
arms. 

"I can't go back there. He's sleeping in the same 
tent as me. This has been the worst day of my life!" 
she said in a panicky voice. "It's cold," Rory added 
as an afterthought. 

"We can go back to my camper until your ready to go 
back," Tristan suggested, pulling her even closer to 
make her warm. 

"Uh, thanks," Rory said uncertainly, still not 
believing how nice Tristan was being. Or how nice he 
looked for that matter. 

She stood up and his jacket slipped off her 
shoulders. Tristan jumped up, putting the jacket back 
on her. They started walking to Tristan's camper.  
Tristan placed his arm around Rory's shoulder. 

Sighing contentedly, Rory rested her head against his 
shoulder. For the first time since she had seen Dean 
and the other girl on the beach she felt happy, warm, 
and safe, and it was all because she was with 
Tristan. 

"Are you sure your parents aren't going mind that I'm 
here?" Rory asked as they approached his camper. 

"No they went out to eat. They're not really into the 
whole camping thing. I had to tie them up and drag 
them to get them here." 

Rory laughed. As soon as they walked in the door of 
the camper, Rory's mouth dropped, "Oh my god this is 
huge! It didn't look this big from the outside!" 


Tristan found her amazement amusing, but he managed 
to conceal his laughter. 

"Hey, do you want a soda?" he asked. 

"The last soda episode I had ended very badly, 
remember? Got anything else?" 

"Well my parents have a liquor cabinet they keep 
locked in their room, but I know where the key is. Do 
you want something from there?" he asked her with a 
wink and the devilish grin that she used to hate but 
was now finding rather cute. 

"No thanks. Do you have coffee?" Rory didn't want to 
imagine the things that would happen if Tristan got 
her drunk. 

"Rory, you've gotta be kidding!" Tristan exclaimed. 
"It's summertime. We're at the beach. It's hot. How 
can you want to drink coffee?" 

"What can I say, I'm a coffee person. I blame it all 
on my mother." 

"Now that wouldn't be the same crazy mother who made 
out with Mr. Medina on Parent's Day, now would it?" 
he laughed. 

"Yes Tristan, I do only have one mother, so that 
would most likely be her." Rory replied slightly 
annoyed. Then she continued, "They've been going out 
for a while now." 

Tristan smirked. "Ooh, how scandalous!" 

"Yeah well, you just keep your mouth shut about that 
and get me some coffee." 

"Why a little demanding, aren't we?" he joked as he 
went into the kitchen area to make coffee. 

"Well if I don't have coffee at least every eight 
hours, I get grouchy." 

"Remind me to get you some help, Rory," Tristan said, 
laughing. 

"Gee what happened to the nice streak you were on?" 
Rory snapped at him. 

"Huh?" 

"You know, where you weren't making fun of me or 
being completely antagonistic?" 

"It was a joke, Rory. Chill." 

Rory relaxed. "I'm sorry. I'm just not used to this." 

"This?" questioned Tristan. 

"Yeah. You being nice to me," she explained. 

"Oh well I just figured it was something I hadn't 
tried in a while and maybe it would be fun." 

"Is it?" 

"Fun?" 

"Yeah." 

"It definitely seems to have the potential to be." 

"Really?" Rory asked. 

"Yep." 

"How is this more fun than torturing me?" 

"Now I didn't say it was more fun than torturing you, 
but this way I get to see your smile." 

Rory smiled uncomfortably. 

"Coffee's ready!" Tristan exclaimed as he took out 
two mugs, wanting to quickly get her mind away from 
what he had just said. 

Rory watched as Tristan poured them each a cup of 
coffee, and took the blue mug he handed her. Chills 
went up her spine as his hand brushed hers.  Tristan 
stopped to smile at the slight contact before he took 
a drink from his red mug. "So do you want to watch TV 
or something?" he asked her. 

"Maybe later. Do you have a campfire? Lorelai's 
dyslexic when it comes to making a fire. Except, of 
course, when there's not supposed to be a fire." 
Tristan laughed again. *She always has something 
funny to say.* he thought to himself. "Sorry, I 
don't, but we can roast marshmallows over the stove 
if you want." 

"That's cool," Rory said. 

Tristan timidly took her hand and led her over to the 
stove. He didn't exactly feel like getting slapped 
today, so he was being careful. He got out the 
marshmallows and turned on the stove burner. 

Rory opened the bag and took out two of the fluffy 
marshmallows. "What are we going to put them on?" she 
asked him. 

Tristan took out a barbecue fork. 

"What, are sticks to old fashioned for you?" 

Once again Tristan had to laugh, "This is cleaner." 

Rory took the barbecue fork from him and shoved her 
marshmallow on one side. 

Tristan put his on the other and she held it over the 
stove. 

"You're gonna burn them," Tristan said. He put his 
hand over hers and raised the fork so that it wasn't 
as close to the flames. 

*His hand's so warm.* she thought. Rory looked up at 
his gorgeous blue eyes as he quietly slipped his 
other arm around her waist. 

He looked down at her and wished he could kiss her. 
He could just imagine her full, soft lips on his. 

When the marshmallows were done, they each took 
theirs off the stick. When Tristan finished eating 
his, he noticed that Rory had a little marshmallow 
left on the corner of her mouth. He slowly brought 
his hand up to her face and wiped it off. Rory looked 
surprised, but she was amazed by how gentle his touch 
was, and how good it felt. She suddenly found herself 
in Tristan's arms. He leaned down to kiss her and 
Rory didn't back away. 

Tristan was surprised as their lips touched. He 
looked into her eyes and couldn't be sure if she was 
about to hit him or if she enjoyed it. 

A million thoughts were going through Rory's head as 
they kissed. She couldn't believe she was letting 
Tristan of all people kiss her, especially while she 
was going out with Dean. *Of course he was there to 
comfort me when Dean broke my heart.* she thought. 
She wondered if Dean was off somewhere with that girl 
or if he cared enough about her to come looking for 
her. Rory was snapped back to reality as Tristan 
tried to deepen the kiss. Her eyes snapped open and 
she pulled away slightly in shock. 

"I'm sorry. I was just..." Tristan stammered, "I 
didn't mean..." 

"It's ok," she interrupted him. "I just don't think 
we should be doing this since I'm still going out 
with Dean." 

Tristan tried hard to hide his disappointment. "Oh 
yeah. So um...maybe you should go talk to him." he 
offered. 

For some reason, Rory did not want to leave. 
"Actually I don't think I'm ready to talk to him. I'd 
like to stay for a while longer if that's ok." 

Tristan was relieved. "Of course. It's fine." 

"So do you wanna watch TV now?" 

"Ok. It's right over here." Tristan walked over to 
the cabinet that held the TV and opened the doors. 
Rory followed him and sat down on the couch.  Tristan 
wasn't sure exactly how close she would allow him to 
sit. His hormones were affecting his judgment and 
they got the better of him, so he sat down 
practically on top of her. Rory looked at him 
suspiciously. 

"So what do you want to watch?" she asked him. 

"Let's see what's on," he replied. 

As Tristan flipped through channels, Rory couldn't 
help notice how good he smelled. She subconsciously 
edged closer to him. He took that as an invitation 
and smiled at her before putting his arm around her. 
She smiled back at him. 

"There's nothing good on," he told her. He finally 
came across Dawson's Creek. He was about to change 
the channel, but Rory stopped him. 

"No leave it! I love that show," she said as she 
grabbed the remote from him.  When she did they 
looked at each other and Tristan leaned in to kiss 
her again. This time Rory kissed him back. 

After a moment, she pulled away. They both 
immediately looked back at the TV, not knowing what 
to do or say next. 

"How can you like that show?" Tristan asked, trying 
to break the tension, "It's so dramatic. In every 
episode someone's either crying hysterically or 
screaming their head off." 

"But I love how Pacey treats Joey. He's so sweet and 
patient with her. Like Dean is with..." Her voice 
trailed off and she started to cry silently.  Tristan 
felt so bad for her. He wanted to kill Dean for 
making her cry, *He must be the biggest idiot to risk 
losing someone that great.* he thought. 

Rory leaned into him still crying, and he held her, 
letting her cry on his chest, "I'm sure he wasn't 
cheating on you." he assured her. 

"You don't understand. You didn't see them." Rory 
managed to get out through her tears. 

"He doesn't deserve you." Tristan replied, and he 
knew that was the truth. He couldn't believe Rory 
would kiss him though. It didn't seem like her to do 
that. Tristan couldn't help but feel like he was 
taking advantage of her while she was upset about 
Dean. But he knew that this might be his only chance 
with her and all he could think about was her lips on 
his again.  Rory finally stopped crying and looked up 
at him. It was then that she realized how much he 
cared about her. She wondered if all the teasing was 
just an act. Tristan wiped Rory's cheeks with his 
thumbs. As he was holding her face in his hands he 
leaned down to kiss her for the third time that 
night. 

He pushed her down onto the couch as she parted her 
lips to let his tongue slip through. After awhile of 
his body on top of hers, she could feel his hardness 
poking into her thigh. 

"Um...Tristan?" she said nervously. 

"Oh. Right," he said embarrassed, realizing how hard 
he was. 

"Maybe I should go back now," she said as she started 
to get up. 

"No Rory, wait!" Tristan exclaimed as he grabbed her 
arm and stood up next to her to stop her from 
leaving. "I'm sorry. Don't leave. Please." 

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about Tristan. 
You were nice enough to bring me here when I was 
upset. And I cried. You let me cry. I didn't want to 
cry..." Rory was starting to babble. "But I don't 
want to cheat on Dean...even if he did cheat on me," 
she added as an afterthought. 

"Rory, you still don't know if he cheated on you. You 
need to stop worrying about him. Can you honestly say 
that you don't have feelings for me?" 

"No...I mean yes..." She sighed, "I do have feelings 
for you, Tristan. I don't have a clue where they came 
from, but I do. But Dean's my boyfriend!" 

"I know Rory," he replied, "But I love you." 

Rory didn't know what to say. "Tristan, maybe we're 
going too fast." He looked so hurt that she couldn't 
help question her decision. 

"I wish you would just try to make this work," he 
finally said. 

"Tristan..." she began, but stopped when she looked 
into his eyes. She trusted him so much right now. She 
wanted to believe him that it could work.  Suddenly 
Dean was the farthest thing from her mind, and she 
reached up to hug Tristan. She knew she shouldn't be 
doing this but it just felt so good right now. 

He wrapped his arms around her not wanting to let her 
go, afraid her mind wasn't yet made up, but 
apparently, it was. Rory broke away from the hug only 
to lay back down on the couch and pull Tristan down 
with her. She wrapped her arms around him again as he 
kissed her. This time she was the one to deepen the 
kiss. 

Tristan was getting excited again as he allowed his 
hands to roam up and down her body. "Rory," he 
whispered, "I promise to go slow. I don't want to 
rush you." He realized he was turning into such a 
sap, but he loved her too much to care. Although his 
body was definitely disagreeing with his choice of 
words. 

"I trust you." she said with some difficulty because 
her breathing was getting heavy. 

A smile came across Tristan's face and he moved down 
her body, lifting up her shirt enough to reveal her 
stomach. It seemed to Rory that he placed a million 
kisses on her stomach before he pulled her shirt back 
down and she felt his lips on hers again. This kiss 
seemed to go on forever. 

Rory ran her fingers through Tristan's hair as his 
hands began to slide up her shirt.  Before he reached 
her breasts, he looked up into her eyes, as if 
waiting for a signal to continue. She nodded, anxious 
to feel him touching her. When he did Rory wondered 
why she was no longer scared. "Tristan?" 

"Yeah?" he said, by now also breathing heavily. He 
was afraid of what she was going to say. 

"I love you." Rory couldn't believe what she was 
saying. 

He had to smile in relief before saying, "I love you 
too." 

"Keep going." 

He laughed but was more than happy to oblige. After a 
while Tristan reluctantly removed his hands from her 
shirt. He looked into her eyes, not knowing what to 
do now. He half expected her to get scared and 
runaway.  "Thank you, Tristan." 

He had to laugh slightly. "Rory, I think I should be 
the one thanking you." 

She wrapped her arms around him and they kissed. Rory 
brought her hand down to Tristan's jeans to feel his 
erection through the rough material. Tristan was 
fighting the urge to remove his pants so she could 
gain better access. He knew this was way too soon for 
her. "Tristan I want to make you feel the way you 
made me feel," she said nervously. 

Tristan thrust into her hand lightly. "I know you do, 
but I'd feel guilty having you do that. Besides, we 
gotta save something for tomorrow night." he said 
with that impish grin on his face. His hardness ached 
for her touch, but he wasn't sure if she was ready 
for that although she said she was. He kissed her 
gently for a long time before she broke away. 

"It's getting late. I should go before Lorelai sends 
out a search party." 

Rory said, much to Tristan's disappointment. 

"I guess you're right." *She's just so beautiful.* he 
thought as he watched her get up. Tristan turned off 
the TV and got up to follow her out. "It's getting 
dark. Do you want me to walk you back?" he asked her 
when they got outside. 

"Yes, thanks," she replied. 

He took her hand and they walked the short distance 
back to her campsite.  When they were just ten feet 
from it, they stopped. Rory could see her mother and 
Dean in the tent. She didn't know what she was going 
to tell them. "What am I going to do about Dean?" she 
asked Tristan. 

"I hate to say this, but I don't know. I'm sure you 
can figure it out." They hugged and then he kissed 
her for the final time that night, trying to remember 
exactly how her lips felt pressed against his. 

"Goodnight Tristan." 

"Goodnight Rory." 

Rory turned around and walked over to her tent. 

Tristan watched her and relived the whole night in 
his head. He had very high hopes that there would be 
many more like it in the near future. 

End 

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