AN: Hi everyone, so I know that I should be updating The Storm, but this kind of came to me today, and its been such a long time since I've felt that overwhelming desire to write that I just had to post this. I'm going to hopefully channel this energy into a new chapter of the Storm, and a total rewrite of Timing. I also have a few other things in the works. It seems that my muse, might (hopefully) be back. I hope you enjoy this.


Rory stepped off the elevator to her apartment and began digging through her purse looking for her keys. It had been a long day at the paper and all she wanted to do was take off her heels and curl up on the coach with a cup of coffee and a good book. When she finally found her keys and was able to get into her apartment she let out a sigh of relief, the day just needed to end.

She dropped her bag on the floor and kicked off her heels by the door, instantly feeling relief from the stylish but constraining Manolo Blahnik's. Rory walked straight to the fridge and took out the leftover eggplant she had had last night with Steph and threw it in the microwave. While she waited, she grabbed out the bottle of wine that they had opened the night before. The Yale Daily News had been one crisis after another today, between the meeting with the alumni board, computers crashing and her staff writers deciding to write like inarticulate morons, she just wanted her glass of wine before she curled up with her coffee.

The flashing answering machine caught her attention and she reached over to press play.

"hey baby its me. Our meeting wrapped up early, and I'm trying to get a flight out of here now, I don't want to be away from you any longer. This is ridiculous. Its been three weeks since I've seen you. I also told my father that I'm not going on any more business trips for a while. He tried to argue with me until Pops laid into him when he found out that Dad had me on four back-to-back trips. Hopefully I will see you late tonight. Love you Mare."

Rory smiled at the message. She hoped that Tristan's father laid off him for a while but she wouldn't get her hopes up. Greg Dugray pushed Tristan to his limits, and she was convinced that half of the time it was because he wanted to keep Tristan away from her. Not because Greg disliked her, quite the opposite, he made his love of Rory quite well known, but because he knew that Tristan worked that much harder in order to get back to her.

They had been together for almost three and a half years, and it felt like yesterday that he asked her out. They had run into each other at a coffee shop and hit it off immediately. It didn't take Tristan long to ask Rory out and the rest was history. Halfway through their sophomore year, Paris and Rory had a falling out when Rory was appointed deputy-editor of the YDN and Rory moved in with Tristan. She swore it was only temporary, but she never moved back out. They fell into a pattern, a routine, and before they knew it Rory and Tristan were like an old married couple. She had even learned how to cook, nothing elaborate, but she could now do more than hit the start button on the microwave. But she would only cook for Tristan.

She took her plate out of the microwave, grabbed her glass, and plopped herself on their couch. Rory reached under the couch for her hidden romance novel. She hid them because no one would ever believe that Rory Gilmore, the girl who had more first edition classics than she could count, would read trashy romance novels with Fabio-esque men posing on the cover. But they were her weakness. Whenever she was stressed or missing Tristan, she pulled one out and got lost in the words for hours. They never offered her quite as much satisfaction as reading Jane Austen or Faulkner, but they still gave her hours of escape.

Rory started reading and her body shuddered as the author described in intimate detail what Hans was doing to Lila's body…


As she crawled into bed it dawned on Rory how long it had actually been since she had spent alone time with Tristan. Between her crazy hours at the paper and Tristan's frequent last minute business trips abroad, it had been almost two months. Two months without feeling his searing touch on her skin, without his gentle lips caressing hers, two months without making love. Rory was going crazy, at this point, she needed Tristan almost as much as she needed coffee, which for a Gilmore Girl, was saying something.

Even though she hated to resort to it, Rory reached into the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator, which Tristan had dubbed Bob for battery-operated boyfriend. Rory infinitely preferred Tristan, but she was in desperate need of release and couldn't wait any longer.

With one small push, Bob was humming away and Rory's body began to anticipate the result of that humming noise. For a few minutes she let her mind wander to her and Tristan's past escapades in order to get herself sufficiently aroused. When she finally touched the vibrator to her core, a rush of pleasure coursed through her body accompanied by a loud moan. Slowly and deliberately she maneuvered bob around searching for that spot right next to her clit that would help her to achieve maximum pleasure. As soon as she found it, her hand went perfectly still, and she let her body do the rest while her mind wandered off to Tristan.


Tristan walked into his and Rory's apartment exhausted after a 13-hour flight from Rome to Hartford. He was supposed to return in three days but the meeting wrapped up faster than anticipated and he didn't want to spend any longer away from his girlfriend than was necessary. So he grabbed the first flight out that he could find and hopped on the plane to get to his girlfriend. He knew it was only a matter of time before he proposed. Hell his grandfather had given him the family ring while they were in Rome. It was a beautiful 2 carat diamond with a platinum band that screamed "rory". It had been Tristan's grandmother's and he had always hoped to give it to Rory but didn't dare ask Pops for it. That ring was one of the few things his grandfather had left of his wife, and Tristan would never take it away from him unless Pops offered.

Tristan stared at the box that his grandfather held out to him. "Pops, I can't take that from you. That's grandma's ring. Its special, and I know it means the world to you."

Janlan Dugray stared at his grandson. He could hardly believe how much Tristan had changed in the three and a half years since he had been sent to military school. He had turned into a fine man, and Janlan couldn't be prouder. "Tristan, she wanted you to have this ring. She told me that if you ever pulled her head out of your ass and got it together, and managed to find a girl that made you feel remotely like she made me feel, that I should give it to you. She even hinted that if you should stumble across Rory again, you would be a fool to let her go."

Tristan was at a loss for words. He loved his grandmother more than words could express, and had been devastated when cancer took her away from him a few years ago. He knew that she would have loved Rory because she put Tristan in her place, just like his grandmother put Pops in his place. He slowly took the box from his grandfather and smiled.

Janlan held out his hand to shake Tristan's, but instead of taking it Tristan pulled him into a hug and said, "I love you Pops, I'll take good care of the ring."

Tristan smiled as he placed the ring in briefcase.

The apartment was pitch black, he knew Rory was most likely passed out on their bed. She spent far too much time in that newspaper office for his liking, but he couldn't really complain since he was at work just as much. As Tristan put his briefcase down on the hall table and pulled apart his tie, he heard sounds from down the hall, from their bedroom. A feeling of panic overcame him, the love of his life was asleep in that room. He moved as quickly and quietly as possible, if there was an intruder, he didn't want to alert them that he was in the apartment.

When he reached the room, the door was open halfway and Tristan was able to clearly hear the sounds. It took him a few seconds and then it dawned on him that Rory was anything but asleep. The bedside lamp was off but the drapes were open and the moonlight illuminated the bed; he watched as his angel squirmed on the bed with a vibrator in her hand.

Tristan cursed under his breath when he felt his pants instantly get tight as he watched his girlfriend tease herself on their bed. Even after being together for three and a half years he had never had this experience, he had never watched Rory pleasuring herself; he was completely entranced in watching Rory, imagining the things he was going to do to her…

"Tristannnn…." Rory let out one of the most arousing moans he had ever heard her make. That was the last straw for him. Tristan quietly opened the door to their bedroom, slipped off almost all of his clothes, walked across the floor, and softly climbed onto their bed. Rory was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't notice the bed shift when he got in.

He saw her body start to tense, she was getting close to her climax and he was starting to lose the little control he had left. He wanted to be the one to give her that release, to make her body shudder beneath his in pleasure. Rory let out a small gasp and her lips curled into a smile, "mmmm Tristan, god baby I need you so bad."

With that Tristan's resolve crumbled and he whispered in her ear, "I'm right here Mary."

Rory's eyes snapped open and she quickly turned off vibrator, tossing it aside. "Is it really you? My eyes aren't playing tricks on me?"

Tristan moved his body on top of hers and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "I'm really here Rory, and I'm not going anywhere." Tristan leaned down and gave Rory a searing kiss. His hands immediately began exploring his girlfriend's body, caressing her skin.

Rory's body had already been humming before Tristan arrived, and now that he was there, touching all the right places, teasing her just the right amount, she was quickly going towards the edge and didn't want it to end this fast. She wanted to enjoy his homecoming as much as possible.

With all the strength she had, Rory pulled away from Tristan's lips and got him to stop his ministrations.

Struggling to catch her breath, she managed to say, "Tristan, wait. Slow down. We don't need to rush, we have all night."

Tristan rolled off of her onto his side and just looked into her eyes. His chest heaving up and down. "Rory, I don't know about you, but I don't have the capability to slow down right now. I haven't seen you in three weeks, and we haven't had sex in 8 weeks. I just walked into our bedroom and found you on our bed, with your vibrator moaning out my name in pleasure. My resolve went out the window as soon as I saw you shudder. Not to mention I just noticed the outfit you have on. Did you think that wearing that satin babydoll wouldn't get me going the second I walked in?"

Rory saw his eyes get black as he spoke, and she knew there was no hope for a slow romantic night. She had seen that look in his eyes a few times before and knew that this would be fast, physical, overwhelming, and leave her quaking.

Tristan watched Rory process what he said and saw a smile spread across her face. She slowly sat up and swung her leg across his waist, firmly planting herself on his hips. He groaned at the contact, he could feel her warmth against him.

She slowly ran her hands up and down his chest, leaned down to his ear and whispered, "take me Tristan."

Hearing those words come out of Rory's mouth made him even more impatient. He quickly spun them over so that he was on top of her, he leaned on his forearms and began attacking the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy. Rory's mind became clouded immediately, she couldn't think about anything but what he was doing, the feelings he was creating.

Tristan's hand began moving down her torso, brushing against her breasts, making her shudder with every movement. Rory began focusing on his fingers, on where they were going. When Tristan's fingers brushed against the crease of her hip, Rory bit her lip and let out the most arousing noise he had ever heard her make.

It spurred him on even more. Tristan pulled the babydoll off of her and quickly slid down her body and found her core. Wrapping his arms around her legs to hold her hips down, Tristan slowly ran his tongue along her slit making Rory shudder. Her hand grabbed at the sheets as he began using his skilled tongue on her; every time Tristan ate her out, she would almost black out from how good it was. Her legs would shake, her breathing became rapid, and every nerve in her body would tingle.

He slipped his tongue inside of her and lapped up her sweet taste, he used to hate going down on girls and only did it when it was absolutely necessary. With Rory, he couldn't get enough of it. He loved making her body react like that, knowing that he was the only one who got to see her in such a state of pure euphoria. He knew that she was starting to lose control, and he wanted to see her finish so badly. For him, nothing was more arousing than seeing Rory go over the edge. Tristan began to suck on her clit and almost immediately she was writhing underneath his arms. He let go of one of her legs and quickly slipped two fingers inside her and started stroking her g-spot. That was all it took. Rory's eyes rolled back into her head and waves of pleasure consumed her.

Tristan removed his fingers and held Rory in his arms as she slowly came back to earth. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she started to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Holy . . . shit. Tristan that was incredible." Rory turned so her body was pressed against his. "I need a minute, but then I need you to fuck me Tristan."

He smirked at her words. Rory had never been incredibly forward in the bedroom, but she was no mouse either. She knew what she wanted, and she would take control if she saw fit. But she hardly ever was so blunt as to tell him she wanted to be fucked.

Rory saw the devilish look in his eyes and laughed; she reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a condom, handed it to Tristan, and repeated her wish, "Fuck me Tristan."

He quickly put the condom on and positioned himself to slide into her. He kissed her lips, brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes, and said, "your wish is my command Mary."

With that Tristan plunged inside of Rory and they both moaned loudly at the feeling of being together again.

"Damn it Mary, why do you feel so fucking good?"

Rory looked like she was between pain and pleasure, she had missed having him inside her. Nothing compared to that for her. She felt complete when they were together and it had been far too long for her liking. Now that he was home, now that they were in bed, she needed more and she needed it now. She looked up at him, "Tristan," she touched one of her hands to his face while the other gripped his back, "I swear to god if you don't start moving, I'm going to kill you."

Tristan began moving in and out. Reveling in the feeling of her walls contracting around him, pulling him back in. She began moving with him and they found their rhythm.

Rory opened her eyes and took in the sight of their bodies intertwined together. What they were doing would never be described as making love, hell, it was barely sex. It was animalistic, raw, carnal. But she knew he was still holding back. Tristan didn't like showing her that side of him, the uncontrolled version of himself that only came out when all restraint was lost, but he was so close to that tonight, and she wanted him to feel that release.

She wrapped her arms around his back and her nails began to scrape them down his back. She knew that this always pushed him a little further, and that there was one sure fire thing that would set him off.

He loved it when she got loud.

And so she did. Rory began to moan, at first she did it quietly, and then slowly she got louder and louder. And every time she got louder, Tristan became a little more hurried, more forceful, more controlling. He was fighting to keep himself in check, he didn't want to lose all control, not tonight, not when he had been daydreaming about ways to propose to her during the entire flight home. He refused to lose it. He looked up at her face, it was contorted in pleasure and she had this amazing smirk on. Tristan knew he was hanging by a thread and muttered under his breath, "Fuck Rory."

In an attempt to regain some control Tristan shifted their positions a little and threw her legs over his shoulders so he could go deeper, the way she liked it.

And then he heard it.

He had never before heard Rory moan as loudly or as enthusiastically as she did. "Oh god. Yessss, mmmm, Tristan, right there." Her eyes snapped open and locked with his. "Harder Tristan, more…I need more."

He was gone. He did as she commanded and went harder and faster until Rory's screams didn't stop, and when he was sure that they were both on the edge, Tristan brought his hand down and began rubbing her clit.

"Cum for me Mary, I want to see you let go. Open your eyes, I need to see you when you finish."

Rory opened her eyes and looked at Tristan. Neither of them broke eye contact, and with one final thrust Tristan pushed them both over the edge.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed her lips. After a few minutes he rolled off of her and threw the used condom away, "that was amazing Mary."

She looked at him, smiled, and said, "I'm going to be sore for weeks, and I'm pretty sure that you left a giant mark on my thigh."

Tristan looked down, and there was in fact a bruise forming under her pale skin. He knew he shouldn't be happy that he hurt her, but for some reason whenever he saw that she had a sex injury it brought out that macho side of him. She was marked, they had had such amazing sex that she couldn't walk away without an injury.

"Sorry baby. Next time I won't be quite so rough."

By this point they had cooled down enough that Rory curled up into his side, "Tris, you're never allowed to leave for that long again, and we are never again going two months without sex. That was torture. I love you, but I can't do that again."

He stroked her hair, "I love you too Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. Don't worry, we will never be apart for that long ever again."

Rory smiled that he used her full name, Tristan only did that when he was being entirely serious. She looked up at him. Running her fingers along his cheek she asked, "what are you thinking about that has you so far off? What's on your mind?"

He took his hand into his own, intertwined their fingers, and kissed her forehead. "I was thinking about you, about us. Our future, our wedding, our kids."

Looking into her eyes, Tristan said something he had never said to her before. "You're it for me Rory. You're my soul mate and I'm never letting you go."

She could feel the tears escaping her eyes, "you're it for me too Tristan Janlan Dugray, and I can't wait to start our lives together."

He pulled her closer in his arms and they quickly drifted off to sleep.


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