Author's Late Night Ramblings- Sorry it took me so long to write something, I wanted to post it a few days ago, but I was still working out the kinks, and I wanted to give you all, my faithful readers (and hopefully reviewers!) the best story that I possibly could.

As of right now, this is a one shot fic, but who knows? It may very well turn into a multi part story, provided I got enough of a following and the right inspiration came along! So let me know what you think on that front, I make no promises, but it's something to think about for the future!

This isn't exactly smut, but it is quite steamy, if I do say so myself! I worked really hard to make this worthy. I would like to thank the Super Duper Sara (Shouhei) for encouraging me, and helping me through the middle of this fic. She is truly an awesome beta, and I am so lucky that she's mine! (Go read her stuff, It's awesome! She is really talented, and you'll see why she was such a big help to me if you read 'But I Love Him'!)

I've totally been working on the next chapter of 'The Last', and it is coming along, slowly but surely. I'm hoping it will be ready to go soon, but no promises! It's gonna be really long, so hopefully that will make up for the tardiness!

Okay, so enough of my insane chatter, on with the story!

Improv for September 4- September 17

Sudden, casual, honor, olive, observe, learn

Things Change

The large room was loud, the sounds of laughter and tinkling glassware overpowering him. He, Tristan Dugrey, was back at Chilton Prep, after nearly twelve years.

Until the invitation arrived months ago, he hadn't even realized how much time had really passed from the time he had walked out of those halls, never to return again.

Only now, he was back, and feeling more than a little out of place.

"Tristan Dugrey, what are you doing here?" A sudden blast from the past jolted him from his reverie.

"Paris Gellar, how have you been?" He asked, smiling politely at his old friend.

"Cut the crap Dugrey." Paris snapped. She had been placed in charge of this reunion, and had overseen every detail, right down to the table settings and the last invitee. "I asked what you were doing here, and I expect an answer."

"I believe I was invited."

"Who would invite you?"

"You wound me, Gellar." Tristan smirked, clutching his heart.

"Are you going to volunteer the name of the person stupid enough to send you an invitation, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" Paris yelled. "Because I'm not going to let anyone ruin this reunion, not even you."

"Calm down Paris." Louise drawled, walking up to the pair with Madeline. "We took the liberty of inviting him."

"After all, what kind of reunion would this be without our king?" Madeline asked brightly, smiling at them both.

"Why thank you ladies." Tristan smiled, his blue eyes twinkling.

"And besides, he's still the best looking guy to ever have prowled these halls." Louise commented, looking Tristan over from head to toe.

"Get a room, why don't you?" Paris growled, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Sorry, but I think my wife might have a problem with that."

"Wow! You mean some lucky girl already snapped you up?" Madeline asked, her eyes widening in shock at the notion.

"Yep, about five years ago."

"I can't believe that Tristan Dugrey has been tied down for that long." Louise said in disbelief.

"Wait, have you been married to the same woman, or have you been trading them in for a newer model every year?" Paris asked skeptically, not ready to believe that the young playboy that she knew in her youth could have changed that much.

"That was harsh, even for you Paris." Tristan narrowed his eyes, feeling the anger and annoyance creeping up inside his chest.

"Yeah." Madeline and Louise nodded in unison.

"Hey, he used to do that with cars and girlfriends, I was simply wondering if he applied that same mentality to his spouses as well." Paris defended herself.

"Nope. I'm a one woman man now. And for your information Paris, yes, it's the same woman."

"Just checking." Paris shrugged. "You never know."

Tristan nodded, knowing that she had every right to think so little of him. Paris hadn't seen him since he left for military school, and back in the days he attended Chilton, he had been an arrogant, egotistical jerk. How could she possibly have known how much he had changed over the years?

"So, where did you meet a woman who would actually put up with your crap, Dugrey?" Paris asked, a little nicer.

"Well, you know what they say about April in Paris." Tristan smiled at the memory. "The city, not the person."

"Funny, Dugrey."

"I try."

"So you met on vacation?" Madeline asked. "How romantic!"

"Actually, I've been living in London for a few years now, running the European division of Dugrey Enterprises. "We met while I was closing a deal with a French company in Paris." Tristan explained, his smile growing wider. "And we've been together ever since."

"How romantic." Madeline sighed, putting a hand to her heart.

"I'm going to get a drink." Tristan announced. "Can I get you ladies anything?"

Madeline and Paris shook their heads in response, while Louise moved closer to him, and said in a suggestive voice, "dirty martini, very, very dry, one olive."

He nodded, and disappeared into the crowd, leaving the three women to talk amongst themselves.

"Hey! Watch it!" Paris yelled, whipping around to yell at the person who had bumped into her. "Why don't you-," She gasped, and threw her arms around the person responsible for jostling her. "Rory!"

"Paris!" Rory was startled, but after a few seconds, composed herself to give her old friend a hug. "I was hoping that I'd see you here."

"It's been forever." Paris said, finally releasing Rory from her tight embrace. They hadn't spoken in years, after graduating from Yale, they had both gone in separate directions, and their friendship had faded as the years passed.

"Yeah, we haven't talked since I started that graduate program at Oxford."

"And I started medical school at Stanford."

"How'd it go?"

"Well, I hear 'paging Dr. Gellar' everywhere I go, so I'd say pretty well." Paris said proudly. "They just bumped me up to resident a year ago, and in another ten years, I plan on running the whole cardiac wing. It's all a part of the life plan."

"Louise! Madeline!" Rory exclaimed, noticing the other girls. "How have you been?"

"Fabulous." Madeline grinned, holding out her hand, showing off the enormous diamond weighing down her ring finger.

"Wow! You need a wheelbarrow to lug that thing around!" Rory commented, examining it up close.

"The guy who comes attached to it isn't so bad either." Madeline said brightly. "He's tall, dark and handsome, not to mention loaded."

"Well, unless that ring came out of a Cracker Jack box, I would think so." Rory said, smiling at her friend.

"Yeah, hers is nice, but it's nothing compared to mine." Louise pushed her best friend out of the way, holding her own hand out for inspection.

"Gorgeous." Rory said, releasing her hand. "What's he like?"

"Exactly like Madeline's." Louise said. "They're twins."

"Wow." Rory's eyes got a bit bigger. "You miss so much while out of the country."

"So what exactly have you been up to, Rory?" Madeline asked. "We haven't seen each other in ages."

"Well, after a year at Oxford, I became the European correspondent for the New York Times, so I've been living over there for seven years." Rory started. "I decided to move back home a few months ago, since I've been working practically nonstop for about six years, and I wanted to spend more time with my family. Right now, I'm living down the street from my mom and stepdad, and my two little brothers, Jake and Tommy."

"What about a guy? There has to be a guy." Louise looked shocked when Rory held up her left hand, which was absent of any jewels or baubles. "Wow. I thought that by now you'd at least be engaged to some wildly passionate, classically handsome, starving European artist named Giovanni or Paulo or something."

"We'll have to fix her up." Madeline suggested. "I'm sure that Dennis and Harper have at least one unattached friend left. Yay! We can make it a triple date!"

Rory just smiled, not saying a word. Getting set up with some random friend of the fiancé of friends she had lost touch with years ago was not exactly what she had in mind when she decided to go to this reunion.

"Yeah, I mean, even Tristan found someone." Louise commented, her voice low. "I still can't believe that he, of all people is tied down. I mean, he seems more like the eternal bachelor than the family man."

"Love makes you do crazy things." Rory smiled. "Even elope with someone you barely know in Paris."

"You mean you already knew?" Madeline asked. "How is that possible?"

"I interviewed him a few years ago for an article on American businesses taking a more vested interest in European holdings." Rory explained. "It was one of my first pieces for The New York Times."

"So, you know his wife?" Paris asked, getting a little more interested in the converstation. After all, what kind of person would marry Tristan Dugrey?

"I suppose."

"What's she like?" Madeline asked, desperate for new gossip. "Is she pretty? Smart? Interesting?"

"Well, she's... interesting." Rory hesitated, not wanting to really broach the topic.

"I knew it." Paris announced. "She's evil, just like him. And then, they're going to procreate, and their kids will be evil, and-," She stopped abruptly, seeing Tristan weaving his way back to them through the sea of former classmates.

"Well, well, well." Tristan smirked, handing Louise her drink, then fully turning his attention to Rory. "Hello Mary."

It took all that Rory had to stay calm. Just being around him made her blood boil. "Tristan."

"So Tristan, you never mentioned that you and Rory knew each other." Louise accused, looking back and forth between the two, still detecting the sexual tension simmering just below the surface, obvious enough for even an idiot to observe.

He looked up, and remained casual, taking a slow sip of his scotch on the rocks. "I guess you could say that."

"I don't know if I'd say that." Rory said, trying to ignore the way her skin tingled when he brushed her arm with his own.

"Then what would you say?" Louise asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I... I..." Rory stammered, really not wanting to have this conversation.

"Yeah, Mary, what would you say?" Tristan smirked, his blue eyes shining with amusment. When was she going to learn?

"Oh, look, there's Henry with Brad." Rory changed the subject, grateful to see the two men standing not too far away. "I think I'm going to stop and say hello. Excuse me." She quickly hurried over to them, leaving the rest of the group to stare at her retreating form.

"I think I need another drink." Tristan said, feeling the need to leave the women before more questions arose. "Please excuse me."

As he left them as well, Louise started to giggle. "Would you care to honor us with your thoughts?" Paris asked impatiently. "What is so funny?"

"It's not funny. It's absolutely hilarious!" Louise's giggles quickly turned into full blown howls of laughter. "All this time, and they're still hot for each other!"

"You're crazy." Paris objected. "He's married."

"Ooh, maybe they had some torrid affair." Madeline suggested, her eyes wide with excitement. "And Rory moved back to the United States to get away from him, but he followed her, and won't let her go."

"You're living in a fantasy land, Madeline." Paris rolled her eyes. "Rory would never do anything like that."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see how Tristan interacts with Rory and his wife in the same vicinity tomorrow at that family brunch you decided that we needed to have." Louise said. "Then, we will be able to figure out whether or not they have something going on between them."

--&--

Hours later, as the first night of reunion festivities started to wind down, Rory found herself wandering the dark halls of Chilton. So many memories were in these walls, some bad, some good, they started to come back to her as walking along, silently, alone.

She gasped as a hand touched her arm. Rory quickly turned, steadily meeting his intense gaze. "Are you following me?"

Tristan laughed. "Always."

"Well, cut it out. It's creepy."

"You know you love it."

Silence.

He moved closer to her, waiting for her to step back again, but she never does.

"What do you want, Tristan?"

"What I've always wanted." He informs her, trailing a finger down her arm, smirking as she shivered in response. "You."

"Do you know where we are right now?" He asked her, smirking when she shook her head. "This is where we first spoke to each other."

"More like, 'this is the first place I ever hit on you', don't you think?" She said sarcastically.

"Way to kill the moment, Gilmore."

"Tristan-," Her words were quickly cut off as he pressed his lips against hers in a hard kiss, full of passion and urgency. He wasn't one to give up on something that he wanted. And he wanted Rory Gilmore.

Right here.

Right now.

She surrendered almost immediately, getting so lost in the kiss that she doesn't even realize that he has slowly backed her up into the lockers until she feels the cool steel against her skin.

His hands push the dark fabric of her dress up her leg, his fingers kneading the skin of her thigh, inching his way up, closer and closer as she grew hotter and hotter at his actions. Just as he was about to reach his intended destination...

He stopped.

He smirked against the skin of her collarbone as Rory let out a low moan of disappointment. She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her.

Maybe even more.

Her moan soon turned from disappointed to desirous as his fingers toyed with the thin straps on her shoulders before pushing the silky cloth down, his mouth dancing lightly on the skin of her flushed chest. She threaded her hands into his unruly hair, holding him to her.

His mouth trailed from her breast to her neck, biting her collarbone, soothing it with his tongue before he continued on his way, finally reaching the spot behind her ear, the one that made her knees go weak with want.

Rory struggled to hold on to the small grasp she had on her sanity as he slowly drove her crazy. His hands came back into the picture, wrapping one of her legs around his waist, torturing her as he continued his ministrations on her thigh, moving upwards at an impossibly slow pace.

She fought against the heady haze that was quickly fogging her brain. Loosening his tie, her own fingers fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, pulling the tails out of his pants. Rory ran her fingers across his chest, tracing his abdominal muscles, which jumped instantly at her touch.

He groaned at her actions, and retaliated by brushing his hand against her core, his fingers hooking underneath the sides of her panties, making quick work of removing them. Again, his fingers teased her, tested her.

Rory, wanting to exact the same torture he was inflicting on her, slid his leather belt from its loops before turning her attention to his pants. Shoving them down to his ankles, she brushed her small hands against his hard arousal, pleased with the reaction she received.

Tristan couldn't concentrate as his senses went wild. Her touch always did that to him. No matter how many times they were together, to him, it always felt like the first time. He lifted her other leg, settling it on his waist, entering her.

Her hips bucked against him as he buried himself deep within her. His lips found hers, meeting in a searing kiss, swallowing the sounds she was making at the sensations he was stirring within her. He always made her feel this way. She had no doubt that he always would. She would never get enough of him.

She was so close, so close to going over the edge, and with every thrust of his hips, he was sending her closer and closer. Just when she thought that her body wouldn't be able to take it anymore, she tumbled head first into the pool of ecstasy that was waiting for her, Tristan soon following as her body clamped around him, holding him tight.

Recovering a few minutes later, she felt him brush a sweaty lock of hair off her face, kissing her tenderly. Tristan held her to him, their breathing slowed back down to a normal rate, the fog of lust she had been lost in wearing off, and Rory felt him laughing silently against her chest.

She looked at him, her gaze questioning. Tristan kissed her again. "Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that?" He asked, his ever present smirk playing once again on his lips. She shook her head. "Since the moment I first saw you."

Rory smiled at him, breaking away from his embrace long enough to right herself, giving him time to do the same. "So, do you think anyone figured it out?" She asked, picking his discarded tie off the floor.

"Well, I did overhear Paris, Madeline and Louise discussing whether or not we were having an affair, so I'd say no." Tristan said, digging his hand into his pocket, fishing around. "Here." He said, pulling out two rings and placing them back in their rightful place on her finger.

"Aw, I didn't realize how much I missed these until I saw the ones that Madeline and Louise were bragging about." Rory smiled, admiring the way that the large diamond sparkled in the dim light of the hallway. "I have to say, you were right. That was fun, messing with everyone's heads in there."

"I told you it would be."

"I know, but that doesn't mean that I believed you." Rory said. "I do feel a little bad about fooling with Paris. I only hope that she doesn't hurt me."

"I'll protect you."

"Aw, so sweet."

"Come on, we'd better get home before the twin terrors drive your mom insane." Tristan said, pulling her close to him as they began their trek out of the school. "I only hope that they didn't kill her already. She is the only one we can get to baby sit them now, after what they did to Babette."

"Yeah, your son is pretty evil." Rory commented. "After all, TJ is the spawn of the spawn of Satan."

"Hey!" Tristan laughed. "Lori isn't much better, especially since you keep giving her coffee."

"How do you know about that?" She asked him. "Did she rat me out?"

"Rory, she's four. Of course she squealed."

"I can't believe that they're starting school next year." Rory said, a little bit of sadness creeping into her voice. "My babies are growing up."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we have more buns in the oven then." Tristan smiled, running his hand over the graceful curve of her stomach, hidden in the folds of her dress.

"Yeah, I suppose I can fill the void with this one." Rory smiled, leaning into him. "But whatever will I do when this kid wants to leave me too?"

"If we keep having episodes like the one in the hallway, I don't think that will be a problem." Tristan smirked, the satisfaction of finally fulfilling his long running fantasy still running through him.

"Probably not." She smiled, the afterglow still lighting up her flushed face. "Tomorrow should be interesting."

"Yeah. Who would have thought that you would have ended up with me?" Tristan laughed. "I always wanted you, that's no secret, but I never actually thought that I'd get you."

"See what happens when you stop being a jerk? I guess you must have racked up some major karma points to get a catch like me." Rory joked, sliding into the passenger seat as he held the car door open for her.

"Funny."

"I thought so." Rory laughed, lacing her fingers with his as he started the engine. "I am quite hilarious."

"Careful, or I might just have to tell Lorelai all about what just happened back there." Tristan warned. "And I'll be very explicit, and tell her every detail."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"Is there anything that I can do to convince you otherwise?" Rory asked, running her fingers lightly over his thigh. "Anything at all?"

"I might be able to be swayed." Tristan smiled, feeling his body responding immediately to her touch.

"Good." Rory smirked, removing her hand, placing it in her lap.

"Evil."

"I wonder where I got that from."

"I know, I take such pride knowing that I brought you over to the dark side." Tristan grinned, kissing the palm of her hand.

"Yes, you did." Rory sighed. "So I guess you have no one to blame for my evil nature but yourself."

"Yeah." Tristan said, pressing kisses from the back of her hand up her forearm. She yawned. "I'm sorry, am I boring you?"

"No." Rory yawned again. "But you did tire me out. I'm exhausted."

"Take a nap."

"Are you sure?" She asked, looking over at him.

"Yeah." He assured her. "After all, you're going to need your strength. I'm not done with you."

"You really are evil."

"And you love me anyway." Tristan smiled, watching as his wife closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep as he began the drive back to Stars Hollow.

Did I scare anyone? Never fear, the Trory ship is always safe in all of my stories. I firmly believe that there will never be anyone for Rory but Tristan, and vice versa, so I don't tend to stray much from that. Actually, if you look at my track record, I don't stray from it at all!

Oh, and a few people were a bit upset that in 'I Was Called Mary Once' that Rory and Tristan didn't name Lily Lorelai IV, so if you noticed, the kids names were totally for you! Hope you're satisfied! (LOL!)

I kinda miss Lorelai. This was my first fic without her, but there was no real way of including her.

Yes, I know that the title kinda sucks, but I couldn't think of anything else. If you have a suggestion, please, drop me a line, I'm open to anything you've got!

Please review, and let me know what you think! I'm quite nervous about everyone's reactions to this, I've never done a scene like this before, even 'Going for the Gold' is quite tame, really. So let me know how I did on my first attempt at a slightly smutty scene. (It's not real smut yet, don't worry, I'm getting there!)