I'd Do Anything
Part 2
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't have that much money. You sue me you'll get crap.
Pairing: I'm a Trory freak.
Rating: although involves "adult stuff" it wouldn't be more than PG-13. But I can't really guarantee that.
A/N: THANKS for all the reviews. Reviews make me forget that I have exams around the corner =)
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Tristan's POV
I woke up at the dizziness feeling that stung my head. I must be drinking much last night. Ugh the hangover was totally horrible. Nevertheless, I just sat there, hands rubbing my temple instead of getting some medicine (I dunno if hangover has a medicine, I just made that up). I looked around. I recognized that this wasn't the usual place I woke up every morning but somehow I knew the place. Where the hell was I? Staring at my shirtless body, I realized I also didn't wear anything under the sheet. What happened?
The feel of warm body next to me distracted me. She had her back facing me. As I looked more closely, my breath caught in my throat and my face went white. I grasped my sheet tightly. I recognized it too well. It was my own best friend. It was her. And suddenly all those memories from last night came flooding back to me.
Although I didn't remember all of them, I still could link all the images that filled my brain. I gulped as I remember what we did. Then ever slowly, the memories came in vivid pictures. I saw her almost naked. She jumped in shock. I kissed her hard. She took off my clothes. I ravished her. We drifted off to sleep. Oh Lord! I smacked my head. I thought I was aware of her reaction. Yep, she'd be freaked out. That's one thing for sure. And this sure would jeopardize or even destroyed our long-built and effortful friendship.
I couldn't lie. The event would be my second Christmas. I enjoyed it. I cherished it very much for the rest of my life. Well after all she was my love. The one and only. The one who could make me being poetic, who could make me thought about her unstoppably. See, she was the one who could make me acted like a lovesick puppy. The one and only.
I knew this might be my first and my last with her. And this also could be our last true moment with each other. Everything was so fragile, and it would break stormily into pieces the second she woke up. I didn't know what was waiting for me ahead. But I'd do anything she wanted. And all the while I was waiting for my verdict; I used the opportunity to take a very close look at her.
I ran my finger along her white creamy cheek, feeling the softness. The blue sky pools were hidden behind her closed eyelids. But that didn't change the fact that she was beautiful with no one could argue with that. Okay, okay I flattered her too much, but what could I do? It was true. And the lips I'd been longed for so long, the flesh on her neck I'd been itching to touch, to kiss, to mark, to suck, and the uncontrollably desire to be inside of her, to feel the real taste of her. Yes I'd done that all. But soon I knew that it would change into nightmare as she'd exclaim that it was nothing, it was just a mistake. It was my ever favorite mistake then, I could care less. It'd end up as a forgetful mistake. Light mistake, like you accidentally kissed your enemy at one of a stupid but memorable party after being dumped by a stupid but very forgettable girlfriend. Yeah, that kind of mistake.
So I just laid there with my elbow propped me up, watching her every moves. Then she turned around, revealing her nice round breasts. I swallowed, the desire came again. But being the nice guy that I was, I covered them with the sheets and I resumed my prey watching, but then she drove herself to my chest, buried her face in my chest and god she entangled her feet with mine. I almost couldn't breathe a gasp. What kind of torture that she hadn't let out? I almost got tortured every time she stared intently at me. I got tortured every time she slept and accidentally her head fell to my shoulder and made me hafted her smell. But I didn't care. Love made you did things you would've never imagined.
I had the feeling that I just gave a ride to myself to go to Heartbroken Land. I closed my eyes. I put my free arm around her exposed shoulder, and drew her closer and I smelled her scent. And I kissed her softly, lingering it for a while, knowing I wouldn't get any more chance. But I got hope. Maybe, just maybe she wouldn't act like I predicted. I knew I was just fooling my self. I'd been friends with her for years. Of course I knew her behavior well. I took a deep breath and looked away and gazed off into the space as my mind wandered miles away.
(End of Tristan's POV)
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He watched her eyes fluttered open. Then he kissed her softly. She looked up. Inwardly, he was mentally counting.
4, 3, 2, 1...
Her eyes widened, as she became redder. He knew she slowly digested what had happened. As he expected she screamed.
"Tristan!!" she pulled away and covering her chest with the sheets.
"Rory" he replied shortly. She stammered.
"I...I don,-" but she was cut by Tristan.
"Let's talk about it outside. Why don't we get dressed first?" He knew she'd act like this, yet it still hurt him. Without waiting for her approval, he got up leaving Rory gawked at the sight of him wearing nothing.
"Don't get so interested. You've seen them all." His tone was harsh and slightly hurt. He found his clothes and slipped into his boxer and t shirt. He took her clothes and gently nudged them to her, and he retreated out of her room leaving her in daze.
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Rory's POV
'Oh my god! Oh my god! I can't believe this. I slept with Tristan, my Tristan. How can I be so stupid? I've already had this wonderful friendship. Yet I just have to mess it up! Gosh, what does he think now?' I buried my head on my hands as I silently cursed my stupid brain for not functioning last night. 'Why did I have to kiss him back and drove it into this?' I couldn't help myself, it was intoxicating, and I guess it had to do with the alcohol too. 'What should I do now' All the questions made their appearance, but they didn't last night. If they did, this would've never happened. I sighed as I slid into my fresh night gown that I didn't have the chance to wear it last night. I admitted.
It was great. Even though he's my friend I have to say it. He was great, amazing in bed. He was gentle and not demanding. He let me to take the lead. He knew I wasn't really experienced as he was. He didn't command anything. I was the charge. And he let me exploring the pleasure. My I just said that. No wonder girls swooned on his feet. If he had that ability in bed, no one could ever deject him. I added this last part wearily. Not even me.
I did hear the harsh in his voice, what did I do? Oh must be because of this, but what made me a little surprised was that I heard a slight hurt. No I must be hearing it wrong. 'Ooh, this is gonna be ugly' I said to myself as I rehearsed the words I was going to say to Tristan. The voice in my head reminded me. 'Tristan is your great best friend. Just don't screw up stupid girl!' I smacked it.
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She went out and found Tristan fully clothed sat on the couch holding a mug she assumed as coffee. Then she began retreated to the kitchen to brew herself a coffee, but Tristan's voice stopped her.
"I've already got it for you. Why don't we just get on with that?" He asked curtly. Rory couldn't look up and met his eyes. She didn't know what she would see in there. And she didn't want to know. She thought 'This is gonna be tough' She seated herself across from him, and for a moment they just sat there in awkward silence. Rory broke it.
"Last night should've never happened." Yes, he was right, that was she said. "I know it was partly my fault but,-"
"Partly? It was your entire fault!" he said incredulously. She looked at him. Her anger rose as well as her voice.
"How was it my fault?"
"I was drunk!" He pointed that out. She was about to say something but he cut her off again. "I was unconscious! You were the one with sense." She was really angry at this.
"What is that supposed to mean? You think I jumped at the chance to have sex with you. Is that what you think?"
"Well, looks like it." She couldn't believe her hearing. He'd just said that. She rushed to him and slapped him hard. His cheek was red and she could see he was struggling not to get her back. He looked at her in anger "What the hell?"
"You deserve that." She told him coldly.
"And you think you don't?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously "I respect you just because you're a female." He curled his fist.
"Slap me then. I don't care!" she said defiantly. He shook his head.
"You're still a female. Now what? Because a female, you're gonna exclaim that it was my fault?"
"God! You started it, you kissed me first." She got up and yelled at him.
"You responded." He pointed put "And who started taking off my clothes, as I recalled you wore nothing I can discarded." he yelled back. She went out of words and laid her back backwards in defeat. And she screamed.
"Ahh!!" She rubbed her temple "Whatever. Yes it was my entire fault! Now what?"
"Oh I don't know. It was your fault anyway." He didn't know what made him acting like that. He wanted to apologize but what came next made his anger and pride rose again.
"Tristan, it was just a,-" He finished it for her in a bitterl tone.
"Mistake. Yes it's always either mistake or accident with you. You're never true." Her head snapped she saw glints of pain and sadness in his blue eyes which looked away from her gaze.
"Tristan." She wanted to hug him. But realizing the situation she didn't think it was a good idea.
"I got it, I got it." He started to leave, but she hurriedly stood in his way and grabbed his wrist.
"Listen to me." He pushed away her hand and with mixture of emotions, he said.
"Rory, I know you didn't wish this to happen. But you said it." He stopped "Oh never mind." She clutched him tighter and shouted.
"What?!" He shouted back
"You want to know? You really want to know? You always make me feel like I'm a mistake. Your worst mistake." And he left. He was half wishing she would hold him back. But Rory was too stunned to hamper him. But he heard her whispered.
"You're a best friend someone ever had. Don't let this ruin our bond." He only said.
"I know."
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Even tough they had said that it wouldn't ruin their friendship, yet they had been avoiding each other. No visits, no phone calls, not even a greeting. When they saw each other, they simply walked the opposite way. Rory had thought maybe she didn't hear Tristan correctly. When Tristan thought Rory had changed her mind. So they stayed just like they didn't know each other was alive.
----About a Month and a Half Later------------------------------------------ -------
Tristan was resting his head on his knees that brought up to his chest. There was no smile. There was no frown either. He was emotionless. Sometimes he did that just to clear his mind. He only emptied his thought. He didn't sleep. He didn't fly. He didn't drink. He didn't drug. He just stared blankly into distant. Not thinking anything.
Then he heard his door bell rang. He was snapped out of his ceremony and got up. He peeked over the door and saw her. He sighed a rough sigh. But then a brief thought occurred to his mind and he instantly felt somehow he knew what brought her there. A little joy smuggled into him, but he was also feared of what comes next, knowing he didn't have any single clue about her visit. Don't get it wrong. If she was like he thought she was, he thought he'd die a happy man. Back to reality, he quickly threw the door open. He caught her over clouded eyes. For a minute they looked each other deeply in the eyes but just did nothing. He came back to his sense. Noiseless, he stepped aside and motioned her to come in. She mumbled a thank you and moved in. They both braced their selves.
Her face was pale. She bit her lips, but tears were already brimming in her eyes. The looks on Rory were shock, joy, fright, and frustration. And she had this keen desire to scream to release her over stressed mind. She took a deep breath.
"Tristan you might have known what I'm about to say. Well, I know you're not a mind reader or what so technically you shouldn't have known but who kno,-" Tristan soft voice did make her cease her babbling.
"Mary."
"I'm pregnant." she blurted out.
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Part 2
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't have that much money. You sue me you'll get crap.
Pairing: I'm a Trory freak.
Rating: although involves "adult stuff" it wouldn't be more than PG-13. But I can't really guarantee that.
A/N: THANKS for all the reviews. Reviews make me forget that I have exams around the corner =)
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Tristan's POV
I woke up at the dizziness feeling that stung my head. I must be drinking much last night. Ugh the hangover was totally horrible. Nevertheless, I just sat there, hands rubbing my temple instead of getting some medicine (I dunno if hangover has a medicine, I just made that up). I looked around. I recognized that this wasn't the usual place I woke up every morning but somehow I knew the place. Where the hell was I? Staring at my shirtless body, I realized I also didn't wear anything under the sheet. What happened?
The feel of warm body next to me distracted me. She had her back facing me. As I looked more closely, my breath caught in my throat and my face went white. I grasped my sheet tightly. I recognized it too well. It was my own best friend. It was her. And suddenly all those memories from last night came flooding back to me.
Although I didn't remember all of them, I still could link all the images that filled my brain. I gulped as I remember what we did. Then ever slowly, the memories came in vivid pictures. I saw her almost naked. She jumped in shock. I kissed her hard. She took off my clothes. I ravished her. We drifted off to sleep. Oh Lord! I smacked my head. I thought I was aware of her reaction. Yep, she'd be freaked out. That's one thing for sure. And this sure would jeopardize or even destroyed our long-built and effortful friendship.
I couldn't lie. The event would be my second Christmas. I enjoyed it. I cherished it very much for the rest of my life. Well after all she was my love. The one and only. The one who could make me being poetic, who could make me thought about her unstoppably. See, she was the one who could make me acted like a lovesick puppy. The one and only.
I knew this might be my first and my last with her. And this also could be our last true moment with each other. Everything was so fragile, and it would break stormily into pieces the second she woke up. I didn't know what was waiting for me ahead. But I'd do anything she wanted. And all the while I was waiting for my verdict; I used the opportunity to take a very close look at her.
I ran my finger along her white creamy cheek, feeling the softness. The blue sky pools were hidden behind her closed eyelids. But that didn't change the fact that she was beautiful with no one could argue with that. Okay, okay I flattered her too much, but what could I do? It was true. And the lips I'd been longed for so long, the flesh on her neck I'd been itching to touch, to kiss, to mark, to suck, and the uncontrollably desire to be inside of her, to feel the real taste of her. Yes I'd done that all. But soon I knew that it would change into nightmare as she'd exclaim that it was nothing, it was just a mistake. It was my ever favorite mistake then, I could care less. It'd end up as a forgetful mistake. Light mistake, like you accidentally kissed your enemy at one of a stupid but memorable party after being dumped by a stupid but very forgettable girlfriend. Yeah, that kind of mistake.
So I just laid there with my elbow propped me up, watching her every moves. Then she turned around, revealing her nice round breasts. I swallowed, the desire came again. But being the nice guy that I was, I covered them with the sheets and I resumed my prey watching, but then she drove herself to my chest, buried her face in my chest and god she entangled her feet with mine. I almost couldn't breathe a gasp. What kind of torture that she hadn't let out? I almost got tortured every time she stared intently at me. I got tortured every time she slept and accidentally her head fell to my shoulder and made me hafted her smell. But I didn't care. Love made you did things you would've never imagined.
I had the feeling that I just gave a ride to myself to go to Heartbroken Land. I closed my eyes. I put my free arm around her exposed shoulder, and drew her closer and I smelled her scent. And I kissed her softly, lingering it for a while, knowing I wouldn't get any more chance. But I got hope. Maybe, just maybe she wouldn't act like I predicted. I knew I was just fooling my self. I'd been friends with her for years. Of course I knew her behavior well. I took a deep breath and looked away and gazed off into the space as my mind wandered miles away.
(End of Tristan's POV)
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He watched her eyes fluttered open. Then he kissed her softly. She looked up. Inwardly, he was mentally counting.
4, 3, 2, 1...
Her eyes widened, as she became redder. He knew she slowly digested what had happened. As he expected she screamed.
"Tristan!!" she pulled away and covering her chest with the sheets.
"Rory" he replied shortly. She stammered.
"I...I don,-" but she was cut by Tristan.
"Let's talk about it outside. Why don't we get dressed first?" He knew she'd act like this, yet it still hurt him. Without waiting for her approval, he got up leaving Rory gawked at the sight of him wearing nothing.
"Don't get so interested. You've seen them all." His tone was harsh and slightly hurt. He found his clothes and slipped into his boxer and t shirt. He took her clothes and gently nudged them to her, and he retreated out of her room leaving her in daze.
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Rory's POV
'Oh my god! Oh my god! I can't believe this. I slept with Tristan, my Tristan. How can I be so stupid? I've already had this wonderful friendship. Yet I just have to mess it up! Gosh, what does he think now?' I buried my head on my hands as I silently cursed my stupid brain for not functioning last night. 'Why did I have to kiss him back and drove it into this?' I couldn't help myself, it was intoxicating, and I guess it had to do with the alcohol too. 'What should I do now' All the questions made their appearance, but they didn't last night. If they did, this would've never happened. I sighed as I slid into my fresh night gown that I didn't have the chance to wear it last night. I admitted.
It was great. Even though he's my friend I have to say it. He was great, amazing in bed. He was gentle and not demanding. He let me to take the lead. He knew I wasn't really experienced as he was. He didn't command anything. I was the charge. And he let me exploring the pleasure. My I just said that. No wonder girls swooned on his feet. If he had that ability in bed, no one could ever deject him. I added this last part wearily. Not even me.
I did hear the harsh in his voice, what did I do? Oh must be because of this, but what made me a little surprised was that I heard a slight hurt. No I must be hearing it wrong. 'Ooh, this is gonna be ugly' I said to myself as I rehearsed the words I was going to say to Tristan. The voice in my head reminded me. 'Tristan is your great best friend. Just don't screw up stupid girl!' I smacked it.
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She went out and found Tristan fully clothed sat on the couch holding a mug she assumed as coffee. Then she began retreated to the kitchen to brew herself a coffee, but Tristan's voice stopped her.
"I've already got it for you. Why don't we just get on with that?" He asked curtly. Rory couldn't look up and met his eyes. She didn't know what she would see in there. And she didn't want to know. She thought 'This is gonna be tough' She seated herself across from him, and for a moment they just sat there in awkward silence. Rory broke it.
"Last night should've never happened." Yes, he was right, that was she said. "I know it was partly my fault but,-"
"Partly? It was your entire fault!" he said incredulously. She looked at him. Her anger rose as well as her voice.
"How was it my fault?"
"I was drunk!" He pointed that out. She was about to say something but he cut her off again. "I was unconscious! You were the one with sense." She was really angry at this.
"What is that supposed to mean? You think I jumped at the chance to have sex with you. Is that what you think?"
"Well, looks like it." She couldn't believe her hearing. He'd just said that. She rushed to him and slapped him hard. His cheek was red and she could see he was struggling not to get her back. He looked at her in anger "What the hell?"
"You deserve that." She told him coldly.
"And you think you don't?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously "I respect you just because you're a female." He curled his fist.
"Slap me then. I don't care!" she said defiantly. He shook his head.
"You're still a female. Now what? Because a female, you're gonna exclaim that it was my fault?"
"God! You started it, you kissed me first." She got up and yelled at him.
"You responded." He pointed put "And who started taking off my clothes, as I recalled you wore nothing I can discarded." he yelled back. She went out of words and laid her back backwards in defeat. And she screamed.
"Ahh!!" She rubbed her temple "Whatever. Yes it was my entire fault! Now what?"
"Oh I don't know. It was your fault anyway." He didn't know what made him acting like that. He wanted to apologize but what came next made his anger and pride rose again.
"Tristan, it was just a,-" He finished it for her in a bitterl tone.
"Mistake. Yes it's always either mistake or accident with you. You're never true." Her head snapped she saw glints of pain and sadness in his blue eyes which looked away from her gaze.
"Tristan." She wanted to hug him. But realizing the situation she didn't think it was a good idea.
"I got it, I got it." He started to leave, but she hurriedly stood in his way and grabbed his wrist.
"Listen to me." He pushed away her hand and with mixture of emotions, he said.
"Rory, I know you didn't wish this to happen. But you said it." He stopped "Oh never mind." She clutched him tighter and shouted.
"What?!" He shouted back
"You want to know? You really want to know? You always make me feel like I'm a mistake. Your worst mistake." And he left. He was half wishing she would hold him back. But Rory was too stunned to hamper him. But he heard her whispered.
"You're a best friend someone ever had. Don't let this ruin our bond." He only said.
"I know."
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Even tough they had said that it wouldn't ruin their friendship, yet they had been avoiding each other. No visits, no phone calls, not even a greeting. When they saw each other, they simply walked the opposite way. Rory had thought maybe she didn't hear Tristan correctly. When Tristan thought Rory had changed her mind. So they stayed just like they didn't know each other was alive.
----About a Month and a Half Later------------------------------------------ -------
Tristan was resting his head on his knees that brought up to his chest. There was no smile. There was no frown either. He was emotionless. Sometimes he did that just to clear his mind. He only emptied his thought. He didn't sleep. He didn't fly. He didn't drink. He didn't drug. He just stared blankly into distant. Not thinking anything.
Then he heard his door bell rang. He was snapped out of his ceremony and got up. He peeked over the door and saw her. He sighed a rough sigh. But then a brief thought occurred to his mind and he instantly felt somehow he knew what brought her there. A little joy smuggled into him, but he was also feared of what comes next, knowing he didn't have any single clue about her visit. Don't get it wrong. If she was like he thought she was, he thought he'd die a happy man. Back to reality, he quickly threw the door open. He caught her over clouded eyes. For a minute they looked each other deeply in the eyes but just did nothing. He came back to his sense. Noiseless, he stepped aside and motioned her to come in. She mumbled a thank you and moved in. They both braced their selves.
Her face was pale. She bit her lips, but tears were already brimming in her eyes. The looks on Rory were shock, joy, fright, and frustration. And she had this keen desire to scream to release her over stressed mind. She took a deep breath.
"Tristan you might have known what I'm about to say. Well, I know you're not a mind reader or what so technically you shouldn't have known but who kno,-" Tristan soft voice did make her cease her babbling.
"Mary."
"I'm pregnant." she blurted out.
------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh, If I were you I'd choose 'Submit Review' and click Go. I've already designed the next chapter in my head but I haven't written about it so review, review guys!! skinny
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