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I'd Do Anything
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't have that much money. You sue me you'll get crap.
Pairing: I'm a dead Trory.
Rating: although involves "adult stuff" it wouldn't be more than PG-13. But I can't really guarantee that.
Author's Note: Hey there! Actually I've had the idea swimming in my head for quite a while. But I took weeks to type it. I'm really lazy!!
AN2: Some ppl had reviewed me and told me that I had a bad grammar and tenses. I want you guys to also tell me that. I'm really sorry for that. Hope you understand. I've just started writing in a short amount of time. But I really appreciate you to tell me things like that than just flaming. Also thank you so much for FLOSSIE and KATE who told me that for the first time. It meant a lot to me!!!
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"Twistaaaan!" He would give in anytime soon. He knew it. He was just too stubborn to admit it. Instead he replied sharply.
"No! N.O!"
"Pwease!!"
"How old are you again?"
"Pwease Tristan with Brad Pitt on top!" he huffed. Brad Pitt?? What was she thinking? Maybe if she said Natalie Portman, he'd just say yes.
"I have a date, Rory. This hot chick waits for me" came his exasperated answer. He knew right away she was rolling her eyes.
"Tristan, please. I can't go alone. I don't know everybody. Pwease!" He was sure as hell she was doing that puppy eyes thing.
"Whose party is it that you're so keen to come?" He heard her pause, unsure of her answer.
"Um, well I don't really know. But I heard he's a bookworm. He must have a huge collection of books!"
"A bookworm throws a party?" his brows knitted in confusion.
"Yeah. For popularity maybe. I told you I don't even know the person. Come on!"
"With you there are only two words. Coffee and Books. Gilmore!!" He muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, I'm insulted!" She grinned "But since I'm a very very very nice person, I forgive you. Sooo will you come with me?" Sighing he gave up.
"Fine! I'll be there at 7. You're late a second, I'll go back home right that moment!!" he warned her, but only earned an excited shriek.
"Yay!! Ooh you're sooo the best!"
Before he had a chance to counter with some biting remark, she quickly slammed the phone on time. He growled inwardly.
He closed his eyes, thinking about the party. He didn't clarify what he was. A friend or a date. He was afraid about the repercussion will disappoint him. Besides, he had given up to chase her, to ask for more. He had learned that with Rory, his luck was just terrible. Being her friend was enough. He could get close to her, he could touch her sometimes. Although yeah there are lots time when he wanted to kiss her so badly but not able to do that.
He loved her. For the first time in his life, he felt love. But, that love only brought pain. Whenever he saw her kissing with Dean, he looked away. But now that they've broken up with good situation. He felt no jealous anymore because he knew there were only three men in her heart. Dean, Him, and Jess. Jess and Rory were platonic. And he knew Dean and Rory would never happen again. But he didn't make any move. He swallowed his feelings. If fate brought them together, then they'd be together. Oh, yeah there was a plus. He and Dean didn't have to throw punch, in fact they were well couldn't be said as friends but they got along.
He shook off his though and pick up the phone once again then hit some numbers.
"Hi, Julie. Yeah it's me Tristan."
"Oh, hello Tristan" came her chirpy answer
"I'm sorry to inform you but I have to cancel our date. I have a last minute plan for tonight." He mentally berated himself. He sounded like a rejection letter.
"Oh. What's wrong? Is there any accident? Car accident?"
"No, someone needs me. My best friend. It's really urgent"
"Ok, so how about next Saturday?"
"Umm, I have a family obligation at that date."
"How about two Saturdays from now?" (A/N: The conversation was Friday)
"Uh I don't know." He rolled his eyes in aggravation. He could almost see the girl was circling her calendar or flipping through her Date Agenda. He'd seen hundreds girl like this. They were so eager to get dressed, go out on a date, back in drunk and ended up in bed. Oh and especially with him involved. Then he said with finality in his words.
"Julie, I think we can arrange it later, bye" translation: Julie I think I don't want to go out with you ever. Without waiting for her answer, he hung up on her. He sighed in relief out loud. Well, he didn't really excited about going to a bookworm's party, but he was relief to get out of the vixen's claw. The 'hot chick' was none other than brainless girl like he used to date a lot back in high school. God, he couldn't understand himself why he agreed to ask her out in the first place. Sure she had a sexy body, long black hair, pretty grey eyes, but he just couldn't stand being around her. She was constantly flirting with him. Boy, it was exhausting to be around her.
He looked up to see his clock pointing at 6:20. He hastily went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and did shaving. Half an hour later, he was all set. He looked around his apartment to see if there was any flower and spotted a single white rose which sat gracefully in the vase. He quickly grabbed it. His mother had insisted or better whined him to have it and take care of it. His place indeed looked more lived in, like his mother said.
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She was spraying her perfume on her neck when she heard her doorbell rang. She checked her watch and found its hand pointed at 7. As expected, a groan escaped her lips as she silently cussed how punctual he was. When Rory opened the door, he handed her a white rose and kissed the top of her hand lightly. She giggled.
"I feel like going to a prom!"
He took the sight of her and swallowed hard. She was beautiful as she is. To his notice, she wore the exactly same dress as she wore in the Madeline's Party years ago.
"Wow, Mary is that the dress you wore at Mad's Party like ages ago?" She looked surprised that he noticed it.
"Yeah! I saw it buried deep down in my closet. When I tried it, well slightly shrink. But it looks better, isn't it?" She shrugged
"Any things on you look great." He said quietly but enough to be heard by her. As red as her dress, she stirred the conversation out from the topic. She added.
"How did you know?" She immediately regretted it.
"Well I took a good look on you that night." Her face became redder as the memory came flooding back to her brain.
"Oh yeah right. Uh come on." He crooked his elbow as she slipped her arms into it and went off to the party.
~~~Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bartender, 1 vodka" (I don't really know how they ask it at the bar. So I just make it up)
"Tristan! No. More. Drinks!" She quickly snatched the glass out of his grasp. He pouted like a little kid.
"No fair! You can drink why can't I?"
"Because you've had gallons, moron!" She barked
"Oh, you've hurt me deeply Mary." Even in this circumstance, he still managed somehow to tease her. When she was vulnerable, he reached for the glass and brushed it off.
"Okay, that's it. I'm leaving." He had screwed her plan to sneak in to the study to find some books. Instead she nursed him and watched him. But then she heard he called her out quietly.
"Don't leave, Mary." She stopped dead in her tracks hearing him called her softly. She didn't have the heart to reject him, when he talked so softly like that to her. She really cared about him as well as he did. Sighing, she went back to him and put his arms around her and propped his body.
"Come on. We'll go home." She said as she hugged him tightly. Then, they went home (Rory drove to her apartment instead of his because he was the one who brought the car.)
~~~In Rory's~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory propped him as they entered her apartment and kicked the door. Tristan fell down the couch and continued sleeping. Rory took off his coat as she retreated to the kitchen due to her coffee fix. Freshly brewed coffee was ready. She took a long sip to cool her anger off. She expected this party to be exuberant, but with Tristan drunk she couldn't accomplish her mission. Never in her life, she expected to see Tristan this way. This is unbelievable. He usually was the one who controls her drink and acts protectively. Every guy that approached her would be thrown death glares along with protective arm around her to show them no one could mess with her. But this? He was the one who messed with her. He got a problem. It was the first thought that popped into her head. Maybe she could ask him in the morning.
She strolled to her room, passing the living room and she accidentally caught the glimpse of him. The glimpse of him slept peacefully. His handsome face looked even more beautiful. She couldn't believe that this is the same guy that was drunk and acting crazy and the one who was sleeping contentedly like a kid. She drank his sight for a while. All her anger was vanished instantly. They disappeared at the view of him smiling in his sleep. Rory planted a small kiss on this temple and she went to her room and changed in to pj's.
Meanwhile, Tristan woke up at the feel of her mouth on the side of his face. He couldn't place what was it that woke him up, but it did. His eyes fluttered opened and he shook his head feeling dizzy. He was still in his subconscious state. He slowly sat up and looked around, couldn't digest anything signify it wasn't his place. All he could think was looking for some place better to sleep. He saw a door closed and went over and opened it gently, revealing Rory almost naked.
She only wrapped in her underwear and bra. He stood there in awe, unable to make any move. Rory still didn't realize that she wasn't alone and was been watched. Didn't take his eyes off of her, he slowly walked over her and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and sucked it a little. His hands flew immediately on her waist, pulling her against him. She jumped aside like she had been burned. Slowly but surely, her eyes went wide. Emotion played in her. Shock, embarrass, mortification and all these butterflies that she couldn't explain.
"Tristan, oh my,-" She didn't finish her sentence as he attacked her with his mouth. He pushed her back against him to get her closer to him. She slowly digested the moment. She caught up in the moment and the feel and..
She fought back with such a passion as well.
But she didn't push him away.
Their lips united. They delved through each other lips; they devoured each other lips. Their tongues melted. They fell back to the bed as she hastily pulled off his clothes when Tristan did nothing but stared at her in appreciation of her -had-been-longed-for-a-long-time body. He quickly took action of discarding her leftover clothes. In the corner, disposed clothes had made piles.
They tangled became one.
They made passionate love.
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Yep, that's it. Should I continue on this one?? Pls leave me some words. Ooh and suggestions would be very worshipped!! :D.
I'd Do Anything
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't have that much money. You sue me you'll get crap.
Pairing: I'm a dead Trory.
Rating: although involves "adult stuff" it wouldn't be more than PG-13. But I can't really guarantee that.
Author's Note: Hey there! Actually I've had the idea swimming in my head for quite a while. But I took weeks to type it. I'm really lazy!!
AN2: Some ppl had reviewed me and told me that I had a bad grammar and tenses. I want you guys to also tell me that. I'm really sorry for that. Hope you understand. I've just started writing in a short amount of time. But I really appreciate you to tell me things like that than just flaming. Also thank you so much for FLOSSIE and KATE who told me that for the first time. It meant a lot to me!!!
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"Twistaaaan!" He would give in anytime soon. He knew it. He was just too stubborn to admit it. Instead he replied sharply.
"No! N.O!"
"Pwease!!"
"How old are you again?"
"Pwease Tristan with Brad Pitt on top!" he huffed. Brad Pitt?? What was she thinking? Maybe if she said Natalie Portman, he'd just say yes.
"I have a date, Rory. This hot chick waits for me" came his exasperated answer. He knew right away she was rolling her eyes.
"Tristan, please. I can't go alone. I don't know everybody. Pwease!" He was sure as hell she was doing that puppy eyes thing.
"Whose party is it that you're so keen to come?" He heard her pause, unsure of her answer.
"Um, well I don't really know. But I heard he's a bookworm. He must have a huge collection of books!"
"A bookworm throws a party?" his brows knitted in confusion.
"Yeah. For popularity maybe. I told you I don't even know the person. Come on!"
"With you there are only two words. Coffee and Books. Gilmore!!" He muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, I'm insulted!" She grinned "But since I'm a very very very nice person, I forgive you. Sooo will you come with me?" Sighing he gave up.
"Fine! I'll be there at 7. You're late a second, I'll go back home right that moment!!" he warned her, but only earned an excited shriek.
"Yay!! Ooh you're sooo the best!"
Before he had a chance to counter with some biting remark, she quickly slammed the phone on time. He growled inwardly.
He closed his eyes, thinking about the party. He didn't clarify what he was. A friend or a date. He was afraid about the repercussion will disappoint him. Besides, he had given up to chase her, to ask for more. He had learned that with Rory, his luck was just terrible. Being her friend was enough. He could get close to her, he could touch her sometimes. Although yeah there are lots time when he wanted to kiss her so badly but not able to do that.
He loved her. For the first time in his life, he felt love. But, that love only brought pain. Whenever he saw her kissing with Dean, he looked away. But now that they've broken up with good situation. He felt no jealous anymore because he knew there were only three men in her heart. Dean, Him, and Jess. Jess and Rory were platonic. And he knew Dean and Rory would never happen again. But he didn't make any move. He swallowed his feelings. If fate brought them together, then they'd be together. Oh, yeah there was a plus. He and Dean didn't have to throw punch, in fact they were well couldn't be said as friends but they got along.
He shook off his though and pick up the phone once again then hit some numbers.
"Hi, Julie. Yeah it's me Tristan."
"Oh, hello Tristan" came her chirpy answer
"I'm sorry to inform you but I have to cancel our date. I have a last minute plan for tonight." He mentally berated himself. He sounded like a rejection letter.
"Oh. What's wrong? Is there any accident? Car accident?"
"No, someone needs me. My best friend. It's really urgent"
"Ok, so how about next Saturday?"
"Umm, I have a family obligation at that date."
"How about two Saturdays from now?" (A/N: The conversation was Friday)
"Uh I don't know." He rolled his eyes in aggravation. He could almost see the girl was circling her calendar or flipping through her Date Agenda. He'd seen hundreds girl like this. They were so eager to get dressed, go out on a date, back in drunk and ended up in bed. Oh and especially with him involved. Then he said with finality in his words.
"Julie, I think we can arrange it later, bye" translation: Julie I think I don't want to go out with you ever. Without waiting for her answer, he hung up on her. He sighed in relief out loud. Well, he didn't really excited about going to a bookworm's party, but he was relief to get out of the vixen's claw. The 'hot chick' was none other than brainless girl like he used to date a lot back in high school. God, he couldn't understand himself why he agreed to ask her out in the first place. Sure she had a sexy body, long black hair, pretty grey eyes, but he just couldn't stand being around her. She was constantly flirting with him. Boy, it was exhausting to be around her.
He looked up to see his clock pointing at 6:20. He hastily went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and did shaving. Half an hour later, he was all set. He looked around his apartment to see if there was any flower and spotted a single white rose which sat gracefully in the vase. He quickly grabbed it. His mother had insisted or better whined him to have it and take care of it. His place indeed looked more lived in, like his mother said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was spraying her perfume on her neck when she heard her doorbell rang. She checked her watch and found its hand pointed at 7. As expected, a groan escaped her lips as she silently cussed how punctual he was. When Rory opened the door, he handed her a white rose and kissed the top of her hand lightly. She giggled.
"I feel like going to a prom!"
He took the sight of her and swallowed hard. She was beautiful as she is. To his notice, she wore the exactly same dress as she wore in the Madeline's Party years ago.
"Wow, Mary is that the dress you wore at Mad's Party like ages ago?" She looked surprised that he noticed it.
"Yeah! I saw it buried deep down in my closet. When I tried it, well slightly shrink. But it looks better, isn't it?" She shrugged
"Any things on you look great." He said quietly but enough to be heard by her. As red as her dress, she stirred the conversation out from the topic. She added.
"How did you know?" She immediately regretted it.
"Well I took a good look on you that night." Her face became redder as the memory came flooding back to her brain.
"Oh yeah right. Uh come on." He crooked his elbow as she slipped her arms into it and went off to the party.
~~~Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bartender, 1 vodka" (I don't really know how they ask it at the bar. So I just make it up)
"Tristan! No. More. Drinks!" She quickly snatched the glass out of his grasp. He pouted like a little kid.
"No fair! You can drink why can't I?"
"Because you've had gallons, moron!" She barked
"Oh, you've hurt me deeply Mary." Even in this circumstance, he still managed somehow to tease her. When she was vulnerable, he reached for the glass and brushed it off.
"Okay, that's it. I'm leaving." He had screwed her plan to sneak in to the study to find some books. Instead she nursed him and watched him. But then she heard he called her out quietly.
"Don't leave, Mary." She stopped dead in her tracks hearing him called her softly. She didn't have the heart to reject him, when he talked so softly like that to her. She really cared about him as well as he did. Sighing, she went back to him and put his arms around her and propped his body.
"Come on. We'll go home." She said as she hugged him tightly. Then, they went home (Rory drove to her apartment instead of his because he was the one who brought the car.)
~~~In Rory's~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory propped him as they entered her apartment and kicked the door. Tristan fell down the couch and continued sleeping. Rory took off his coat as she retreated to the kitchen due to her coffee fix. Freshly brewed coffee was ready. She took a long sip to cool her anger off. She expected this party to be exuberant, but with Tristan drunk she couldn't accomplish her mission. Never in her life, she expected to see Tristan this way. This is unbelievable. He usually was the one who controls her drink and acts protectively. Every guy that approached her would be thrown death glares along with protective arm around her to show them no one could mess with her. But this? He was the one who messed with her. He got a problem. It was the first thought that popped into her head. Maybe she could ask him in the morning.
She strolled to her room, passing the living room and she accidentally caught the glimpse of him. The glimpse of him slept peacefully. His handsome face looked even more beautiful. She couldn't believe that this is the same guy that was drunk and acting crazy and the one who was sleeping contentedly like a kid. She drank his sight for a while. All her anger was vanished instantly. They disappeared at the view of him smiling in his sleep. Rory planted a small kiss on this temple and she went to her room and changed in to pj's.
Meanwhile, Tristan woke up at the feel of her mouth on the side of his face. He couldn't place what was it that woke him up, but it did. His eyes fluttered opened and he shook his head feeling dizzy. He was still in his subconscious state. He slowly sat up and looked around, couldn't digest anything signify it wasn't his place. All he could think was looking for some place better to sleep. He saw a door closed and went over and opened it gently, revealing Rory almost naked.
She only wrapped in her underwear and bra. He stood there in awe, unable to make any move. Rory still didn't realize that she wasn't alone and was been watched. Didn't take his eyes off of her, he slowly walked over her and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and sucked it a little. His hands flew immediately on her waist, pulling her against him. She jumped aside like she had been burned. Slowly but surely, her eyes went wide. Emotion played in her. Shock, embarrass, mortification and all these butterflies that she couldn't explain.
"Tristan, oh my,-" She didn't finish her sentence as he attacked her with his mouth. He pushed her back against him to get her closer to him. She slowly digested the moment. She caught up in the moment and the feel and..
She fought back with such a passion as well.
But she didn't push him away.
Their lips united. They delved through each other lips; they devoured each other lips. Their tongues melted. They fell back to the bed as she hastily pulled off his clothes when Tristan did nothing but stared at her in appreciation of her -had-been-longed-for-a-long-time body. He quickly took action of discarding her leftover clothes. In the corner, disposed clothes had made piles.
They tangled became one.
They made passionate love.
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Yep, that's it. Should I continue on this one?? Pls leave me some words. Ooh and suggestions would be very worshipped!! :D.