#rory threads.

"do we have to do this tonight? can't we just like... order some protective gear first? or pay for some online exorcism training?" despite rory's complaining, she was following behind dutifully, leaves crunching underneath her boots as she followed lottie deeper into the woods.

rory had better tolerance than to get drunk after a few drinks. he just never really cared about what, or who, he did when he was sober. make it when he was tipsy and all bets were off. they’d met up at the bar, another run in that neither of them had planned, and went home together. he woke up in a bed that wasn’t his and his brain kicked into overtime as he pieced it together. glancing over and seeing henry, he tried to figure out if it was better that he leave or fake sleep.

"hey! saved you a spot!"

rory exhaled slowly, letting her eyes fall shut for a moment as she pulled the sheet up underneath her chin. she was both half-dressed and sweaty, existing in the post incredible sex glow that seemed to surround them. "y'know i was getting kinda sleepy there towards the end when my hand was cramping, but i think that last orgasm you had gave me a second wind."

"i'm not picking my cat over you, okay? tonya harding holds grudges and i'm not looking to lose an eye in my sleep right now 'cause i have to look hot for you!"

"i'm thrilled you're here and all, but you couldn't have thrown a bra on the stage or something, made me look like a heartthrob? damn."

"whaaat? who told you that? the rumour mill is crazy. that's like... wow."

"look, i didn't mean for it to come out like that. i was gonna tell you."