Trial and Error | NC17 | Gilmore Girls
Title: Trial and Error
Prompt: Jamie stands Paris up in Washington and Rory ends up finding their friendship taking an unexpected turn in the aftermath
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#13)
Fandom: Rory/Paris, Gilmore Girls
Requested by: mrschimpf
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 466
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Happy birthday, boo! It's been a long time since I've written about one of my original OTPs and I couldn't think of a better day to do so! I've had this idea in my head for ages and while it's short and sweet, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Let me know what you think!
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It is a known fact that Paris Gellar takes refuge in academia. Education has gotten Paris through a lonely childhood, a lifetime of disparity with her mother, years of alienation in school, and a string of failed attempts at romance. When life gets her down, Paris simply takes to the books and applies what she learns.
It's no surprise for Rory to learn that Paris, after discovering Rory's crush on her and reciprocating with her own confession, would apply the oral sex techniques that she had been reading about in bed at night with a flashlight for the better part of a month.
It is also no surprise for Rory to learn that Paris's approach to cunnilingus is akin to her approach to lighting a Bunsen burner or dissecting a frog. She painstakingly follows each individual step in the process until the desired results are achieved. Step one: Lick around the clitoris by alternating between clockwise and counter-clockwise strokes. Step two: Tease the clitoris with the tip of your tongue. Step three…
Paris, as always, is applying her memorized knowledge in an extremely literal manner.
Rory squirms her hips away from Paris's mouth. "Um…Par?"
"Yes?" Paris blinks at her, bracing herself for rejection. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand. "Doesn't it feel good?"
Rory knows how sensitive Paris is beneath her tough exterior and debates how to proceed. "I think you're overthinking this."
Paris furrows her brow. "That's just a nice way of saying that I suck, isn't it?"
"No!" Rory sits up, gathering Paris's face between her hands. "Not at all. I think we're just thinking about this sex thing too much. I think we need to just…feel it."
"Feeling things doesn't get me too far," Paris reminds her. "Last time I felt something, I was stood up for a stupid date I didn't even want to go on and crying about it."
"And look where things went from there," Rory points out, pushing Paris onto her back. She straddles her hips and kisses her soundly. "Feeling stuff isn't always such a bad thing." She eases her tongue inside Paris's mouth and sighs happily. "Feeling is very very good."
Paris begins to mumble her disagreement but Rory is pulling down her underwear and settling between her thighs. She doesn't think she'll be much better at going down on a girl, but she hasn't done all of those tongue-twister exercises for nothing.
There's nothing practiced about the way Rory fucks Paris. It's not rhythmic or precise. It's messy and clumsy: everything that Paris hates.
Only now, Paris loves it, and she is definitely feeling it. Together, Paris and Rory discover that sometimes the best education comes from trial and error rather than books.
Paris doesn't overthink it the second time around.
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Prompt: Jamie stands Paris up in Washington and Rory ends up finding their friendship taking an unexpected turn in the aftermath
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#13)
Fandom: Rory/Paris, Gilmore Girls
Requested by: mrschimpf
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 466
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Happy birthday, boo! It's been a long time since I've written about one of my original OTPs and I couldn't think of a better day to do so! I've had this idea in my head for ages and while it's short and sweet, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Let me know what you think!
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It is a known fact that Paris Gellar takes refuge in academia. Education has gotten Paris through a lonely childhood, a lifetime of disparity with her mother, years of alienation in school, and a string of failed attempts at romance. When life gets her down, Paris simply takes to the books and applies what she learns.
It's no surprise for Rory to learn that Paris, after discovering Rory's crush on her and reciprocating with her own confession, would apply the oral sex techniques that she had been reading about in bed at night with a flashlight for the better part of a month.
It is also no surprise for Rory to learn that Paris's approach to cunnilingus is akin to her approach to lighting a Bunsen burner or dissecting a frog. She painstakingly follows each individual step in the process until the desired results are achieved. Step one: Lick around the clitoris by alternating between clockwise and counter-clockwise strokes. Step two: Tease the clitoris with the tip of your tongue. Step three…
Paris, as always, is applying her memorized knowledge in an extremely literal manner.
Rory squirms her hips away from Paris's mouth. "Um…Par?"
"Yes?" Paris blinks at her, bracing herself for rejection. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand. "Doesn't it feel good?"
Rory knows how sensitive Paris is beneath her tough exterior and debates how to proceed. "I think you're overthinking this."
Paris furrows her brow. "That's just a nice way of saying that I suck, isn't it?"
"No!" Rory sits up, gathering Paris's face between her hands. "Not at all. I think we're just thinking about this sex thing too much. I think we need to just…feel it."
"Feeling things doesn't get me too far," Paris reminds her. "Last time I felt something, I was stood up for a stupid date I didn't even want to go on and crying about it."
"And look where things went from there," Rory points out, pushing Paris onto her back. She straddles her hips and kisses her soundly. "Feeling stuff isn't always such a bad thing." She eases her tongue inside Paris's mouth and sighs happily. "Feeling is very very good."
Paris begins to mumble her disagreement but Rory is pulling down her underwear and settling between her thighs. She doesn't think she'll be much better at going down on a girl, but she hasn't done all of those tongue-twister exercises for nothing.
There's nothing practiced about the way Rory fucks Paris. It's not rhythmic or precise. It's messy and clumsy: everything that Paris hates.
Only now, Paris loves it, and she is definitely feeling it. Together, Paris and Rory discover that sometimes the best education comes from trial and error rather than books.
Paris doesn't overthink it the second time around.
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