Well, this is quite a refreshment for me. I deleted this story from my other old account a while back and I was looking through my files and found this story. So, for the sake of Trory lovers out there, I'm bringing it out and attempting to finish it. :-)

I don't own anything other than my very creative typing fingers and loads of imagination.

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He watched her as she walked down the hallway. It had become a habit for him and he could see her blush every time she passed him as she went to class. He never imagined that the King of Chilton would develop such feelings for the Mary, his Mary. She held her books tightly to her chest, her knuckles turning into a pale white for her strong grip. She raised her sparkling blue eyes to meet his own blue eyes. He shivered because of her gaze, and she would do the same.

They never spoke a word to each other in the hallway, or neither did they exchange smiles.

Tristan DuGrey was falling hard for Rory Gilmore.

So hard that it sent butterflies to his stomach.

The bell rang for all the students to go to class. Tristan sighed deeply, grabbing his books from the ground, and cleaning the dirt off, he adjusted them under his arm. He walked off toward his Debate Class, the one at the end of the hallway in the west wing, which took forever to get to. He loosened his tie a bit as he felt a bit choked and ran his hand through his tousled hair.

Just as he turned the corner to go to class, a pair of hands grabbed his arm, pulling him into an empty classroom. He was slammed against the door when it was locked shut, and a pair of lips crushed against his.

"I knew you couldn't hold much longer, Mary," Tristan murmured against her lips as she slipped her hands in his jacket, encircling his waist to bring him closer. His books dropped to the floor with a large thud, giving his arms the advantage to wrap his arm around her own waist and his other gathered behind her neck to hold her in place. "You don't know what you do to me, Rory."

Rory smiled sheepishly, leaning up toward him, and softly placed a kiss on his lips. He willingly kissed her back, his arm tightening around her.

Their bodies were pressed together, both feeling each other's hearts beating at an incredible rate. Without any thought, Tristan lifted her in his arms, letting her wrap her legs around his hips securely. Swiftly, he turned her so her back was leaning on the wall.

Rory pulled her head back as Tristan gently placed butterfly kisses down her neck, and reached the first few buttons of her blue uniform blouse. He nuzzled his nose against that spot, feeling the tip of her collarbone. He just breathed in her scent, sending him into a pleasurable feeling that he never felt with other girls. Rory rested her chin on his head, and then rubbed her cheek down until her lips were next to his ear.

"You know, I can't stay here all day," she whispered, barely audible for anyone to hear. He smiled as he felt her run her hands into his hair, massaging his scalp with tenderness. He loved it when she cared for him; it was something that showed how kind Rory really was. Afraid of losing contact with her skin, Tristan lifted his head, his cheek warmly pressing against hers.

"I know, but you're tempting, Mary," he whispered back, his breath hitting her neck like a cold breeze. She reluctantly loosened her legs from his waist and rested them on the floor. Tristan's lips curved into a sad smile, and softly knocked his forehead on hers as he stared into her eyes. He loved her eyes; it reflected her innocence and beauty. He reached up, cupping her cheek with is hand and watched her lean into the warmth of his hand.

He felt her heat up on his touch when he pulled her closer to him, their groins grinding up against each other with much desire.

Not many words were spoken in these moments they spent together.

She quivered a bit and rolled her eyes shut as he nibbled her earlobe sacredly. The room temperature abruptly rose as Tristan rubbed himself against Rory's groin once again. She whispered his name with a gasp, sharply digging her nails into his forearms.

"T-Tristan, we have to leave," Rory whispered, a sweat bead cascading down from her forehead. She was gasping for air, as if someone had cut her respiration. Tristan smiled widely, he, too, breathless from the intimate encounter they were experiencing. He kissed her hungrily, tasting the small sweat beads from Rory's skin.

"I know, I know," he whispered back, loosening his grip from her waist, and allowed her to gather her things. He grabbed his books from the floor, and straightened them. He turned to see Rory fixing her hair and uniform; he smiled as he saw her adjust her shirt where he had tugged to feel her skin.

She was all he wanted in his life.

Rory smiled at him dreamily, as she hung her backpack on her shoulder. I tilted my head to the side, slightly pouting.

"I'll see you after school. Are you giving me a ride home?" she asked innocently, unconsciously playing with his crooked tie. Tristan smirked, soothingly placing his hand on the nape of her neck. Her big, round blue eyes were pleading and irresistible for him.

"I never get tired of you, Rory Gilmore," he answered, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. Rory smiled, and carefully stood on her toes. She brushed her lips lightly on his, and rubbed her nose on his.

"Not a word about this, Bible Boy," Rory warned before exiting the room. Tristan watched her leave and chuckled.

"Sworn to secrecy, Mary," he answered and headed to class.

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I know that there are a few people that have read this story before. :-) I'm trying to finish it off so I can continue with my other ones. I have so many!!

Review is food for thought:-)