Disclaimers: I don't have any rights in Gilmore girls... I'm living in my own fantasy world. This disclaimer is valid for every chapters of this story.
Author's note 2004-08-02: In this story, season 4 never existed. For this chapter, I went into a big battle with my misspelling and grammar with Raven and Arlene, thanks to both of you girls. I hope it is better like this. Any type of feedback is always appreciated... as long as it's constructive. All the chapters have been taken out but will come back in the following month, completly revised. I'll try to complete the revision before the end of the month. Enjoy!
Didi
Stay
Chapter 1: Is This A Dream Or Reality?
Rory was getting ready to go to a party that Paris convinced her to attend with her and Jamie. She didn't want to go; she had barely started Yale and it's was just Wednesday night on shopping week. However, Paris, feeling weird about going to a party alone with Jamie had volunteered to do Rory's laundry for the next month if Rory would at least make an appearance at the party. She was finalizing her make-up when Paris came back bursting in the room asking, "Are you ready yet?"
Rory took the hairbrush on the shelf to brush her hair one last time, "As ready as I'll ever be. Where do we meet Jamie?"
Looking at her watch, Paris grabbed Rory's brush away, "In the front hall, ten minutes ago. Let's go!"
Rory sighed upon seeing her reflection in the mirror one last time. She picked up the book resting on her nightstand and muttered to the empty room, "Let's go then."
At the party
Rory sat in a corner reading a book and was tired of reading. Paris and Jamie had abandoned her to dance half an hour ago and she hated feeling like the third wheel. Looking at the untouched drinks that Paris and Jamie left by the table in front of her, she felt tempted to drink one, something she had never done before. How proud Lorelai would be, of her daughter that was nearing nineteen to finally loosening up and getting wild at a College frat party? Very proud is the only answer Rory came up with. Still hesitating, she mumbled, "Maybe it'll make me see a different perspective on parties." She took the orange colored drink that Paris had left, Rory tasted her first sip of the fruity drink, holding back a grimace at the sweat and sour taste then pondered on leaving it there or resuming it, she gulped another sip.
Rory watched the dance floor, seeing the lights going over the people dancing, Rory felt like going to join them but her usual shyness kept her from doing so. Realizing that her glass was empty, she took Jamie's drink, grimacing at the sour tasting beer with flat bubbles.
Two hours and some fruity drinks later, Rory danced in the middle of the dance floor, feeling that this was absolutely the best party ever. People talked to her, danced with her and for the first time in her life; she felt like part of the fun crowd. Unable to find Paris anywhere, she kept on dancing not really caring where her friends went at the moment. Dancing around, something she had never done before, seemed to ease all the frustration welled up inside her. Feeling free, with no worries what so ever, she wished for the dancing to continue.
The melody of a slow song echoing from the speakers motivated Rory to seek for another drink. A gorgeous blond man walked toward her, reaching her, he asked huskily, "Dance with me Mary?" she agreed by slowly moving her hand up his chest to rest behind his neck. He wrapped his hands around her and held her tight.
They danced for a little while before Rory asked, "Are you attending Yale, Tristan?"
Moving his left hand slowly on her back, tracing imaginary circles, he replied, "Yes I am actually. What about you? Weren't you destined to go to Harvard?"
Rory rested her head on his shoulder and murmured, "I was."
"What happened?"
"I wanted to please my grandfather who's a Yale man. Beside, it's closer to home, I would miss my mom and town too much otherwise. What about you? Weren't you in military school?"
"I graduated a while ago and my family has graduated from Yale for the last seven generations. I'm only fulfilling my duty as a DuGrey"
"What are you majoring in?"
Tristan brought his lips close to her ear, asking huskily, "Do you really want to talk about school at a party?"
"Not really, just wanted to make conversation."
"I never knew you to be a party girl. I thought you'd be in a corner reading a book."
"I was, but I got bored."
"And you started to drink?"
"Yup!" Rory snuggled closer to him. It just felt right being in his arms, she had a feeling of security. She raised her head to look into the deep blue orbs, seeing a burning desire that she knew was invading her as well. He closed the distance between their lips and kissed her hungrily. Passion burst out of their bodies and they kept on kissing until the song ended. He suggested, "Want to go someplace quiet?"
She nodded slightly.
Tristan's apartment
Tristan was heavily making out on his bed with Rory, shirts discarded somewhere between the living room and the bedroom, Tristan pulled down her jeans, kissing the tender flesh of her legs as the pants slowly went down. He moved back up to kiss her lips the moment her jeans were off. Gently lying on top of her not to crush her small frame, Tristan started to nuzzled her neck.
She felt his desire through the soft fabric of his boxers. Then the world came back to normal; she was in bed with Tristan, she was kissing and minus her panties, she was naked. "Tristan..."
"Hum?"
"Stop."
"Stop what?"
"Doing this?"
"Why?"
Rory closed her eyes ashamed, "Because I don't want to have a random first time."
Pulling away a little, Tristan looked into her eyes, "Still a Mary?"
Rory blushed, nodding a simple 'yes' with her head. Tristan rolled on his back while she got up to look for her clothes.
Tristan glanced at her whispering, "Don't go."
"I have to, I don't want to..." Rory blushed even more, "you know. I have to get back to the dorm."
"Stay, I won't do anything you don't want me to."
Rory became an incredibly dark shade of red as she closed her eyes, her hands rested safely on her knees, "That's the problem; I want to stay but not on the account of a one night stand."
"Stay, just let me hold you for tonight."
"I'm scared."
"Don't be. You won't regret it, I promise."
"I just..." Tristan's lips on hers erased any further protests.
He put her back in bed, made her lie down on the side and enveloped her in a warm embrace, his stomach against her back. He murmured in her ear, "Just stay for tonight, we'll just sleep."
He trailed kisses down her neck, biting softly the flesh between her neck and shoulder when he heard, "Just for tonight, as long as nothing more happens."
"Don't worry, I'll just hold you, maybe kiss you a little but you won't lose any more clothing."
She closed her eyes and thought that it would be hard to lose any more clothes as she drifted away.
