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Chapter 7
"It's good to see you Sweetie," she happily smiled as she pulled out of the embrace.
"It's good to see you too, mom," Tristan laughed as he casually leaned against the kitchen counter.
Although he had grown-up in this Hartford house, he couldn't help but feel awkward as he stood in it, especially now that a certain person was no longer there.
"How are you holding up?" Tristan asked; concerned.
Claire stopped busying herself with rearranging the flowers in the vase that were placed near where Tristan was leaning and looked at her son.
"No matter what he did and no matter what anyone says, your father was a good man," she told him with passion.
"Mom…" Tristan sighed; he didn't want to hear this speech again.
"I understand you two had your differences, but that man loved you," Claire continued with tears glistening in her eyes.
Tristan pushed himself off the counter and faced his mother, "I get it mom."
"Really? Because it doesn't seem like you do!" she snapped as a sob escaped her lips.
"What do you want me to do?" Tristan asked losing his patience, as he raised his voice and flared his arms, "He's dead; I can't exactly bring him back!" But as soon as the words left his lips, he instantly regretted them. Opening his arms, he enveloped his mother in a hug, "I'm sorry."
"I miss him so much, Tristan," she cried into his shirt.
"I know you do," sympathy filled his voice.
She pulled back just enough so that she could see his blue eyes, "Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything mom."
"Please, don't hate him," she practically begged.
With hesitation, he replied, "Only for you."
"Thank you honey," she sniffled with a weak smile as she placed a kiss on his cheek.
He'd be lying if he said that him and his father had the picture-perfect father-son relationship; they could barely tolerate being in the same room for more than ten minutes.
Robert was the typical society father; before he died from cardiac arrest. He worked hard for his family and in return all he wanted was for his son to take over the family business. But as everyone knew, Tristan Dugrey, was not your typical society son. He had plans of his own and none of them included the Dugrey law firm.
As soon as the older Dugrey realized that his son had no interest in the family business, once-so-ever, the problems between father and son began. Robert did all he could have to make Tristan see the light, but nothing worked. He went as far as sending him to military school in North Carolina "to get his act together". His plan backfired because after graduation, Tristan remained in North Carolina for college…until now that is.
He moved back to Connecticut for a reason, he himself, does not yet know.
All he knows at the moment is that he's at Yale, he's going to do his best to help his mother through this and that she's about to ask him something.
"So, tomorrow's Friday," she began slowly.
"Yes," he agreed with a smile, "And the day after that is Sunday," he joked lightening up the mood.
"You never change, do you?" she asked as a smile of her own played on her lips.
With a grin he replied, "Would you really want me to?"
"No," she confessed, "But anyways as I was saying, tomorrow I was invited …we were invited," she corrected herself, "to dinner at one of my friend's house; she's in the D.A.R with me."
"Mmhm," he urged for her to continue.
"Will you come?" she finally asked.
"Who's this friend of yours?"
"Emily Gilmore."
Emily Gilmore.
Gilmore.
Rory.
"Sure, why not," he said with a shrug.
"And who knows," the mother smirked, "her granddaughter might be there."
"Mom," Tristan groaned, "Did you forget about Sam?"
"I wish I could," Claire muttered.
"Mom," he playfully scolded, "I heard that."
"God forgive me, but that girl is awful!" she confessed not being able to hold it in any longer.
Tristan chuckled, "You don't even know her."
"I know enough; I don't like her," she said with finality.
"You're entitled to your opinion."
"Yes I am," she said with a nod of her head, "Besides it won't last long."
"Thanks mom," he said with sarcasm filling his voice.
"You still got a thing for the Gilmore girl," she explained.
"I do not--"
She cut him off, "You were too quick to agree to tomorrow's dinner after finding out who the host was," she said with another smirk.
He remained silent.
His silence satisfied her.
"Be there at seven tomorrow night, don't be late and dress nicely."
"Mom!" Rory whined into the phone.
"What?"
"You have to come!" she protested.
"No I don't," Lorelai argued.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
Lorelai chuckled with confidence, "I can keep this up all night, Sweetie."
"Mom, you have to go to dinner tonight."
"You keep saying that, yet I don't know why."
Rory sighed heavily into the phone, "Because grandma said one of her good friends was going to be joining us tonight and after I asked who, she got a bright sparkle in the corner of her eye and without answering me, she started yelling at the maid at how she shouldn't be putting nuts in the salad because you can't possible eat nuts with a fork, a spoon would be needed, but who eats salad with a spoon? Have you seen anyone it salad with a spoon--"
"Fine!" Lorelai gave-in; she had taught her daughter well.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"Whatever…" the older Gilmore mumbled.
"I'll see you tonight. Wait for me outside if you get there first," she added as a side note.
"You owe me big time," she yelled and finally registering her daughters words said, "And when have I ever gotten there before you?"
"Good point…I'll wait for you outside. Love you!" Rory said before hanging up the phone and started getting ready.
"Why am I doing this again?" Lorelai asked her daughter as she stared directly at the big, oak door in front of her.
"Because you love me?" Rory weakly tried.
Looking at Rory she said, "I don't love you that much," and then turned towards the jeep.
"Mom," Rory said as she grabbed her arm and pulled back towards the door.
"Tonight's going to be hell."
"Maybe not," she told her mother as she tried looking on the bright side.
"You didn't see their faces last week, kid," Lorelai sadly looked at her daughter.
"Mom," Rory sympathetically said, "You didn't get Sherri pregnant, dad did; he ruined a good thing, not you."
"I know, it just sucks that--" Lorelai's confession was cut short by the door swinging open.
"Mrs. Gilmore was right," the maid stated amazed as she stared at the Gilmore girls.
"Excuse us?" Lorelai questioned confused.
"She told me to come and answer the door even thought the door bell didn't ring; she had a feeling someone was standing outside," the maid clarified.
"That's unbelievable," Rory too was amazed as her and Lorelai entered the foyer and handed their coats to the maid.
Lorelai chuckled, "What's unbelievable is that you're actually working for the psycho-freak," she told her.
"Rory, Lorelai!" Emily greeted them, "It's so nice of you to finally get here," she told them with a smile, but they both knew that was the 'evil smile'.
"Sorry, mom," Lorelai said with a roll of her eyes as she and Rory entered the seating area.
Upon entering, Rory was shocked to see Tristan sitting casually on one of the couches with who she assumed be his mother. She quickly wiped the shock from her face, but she couldn't help, but look at him. He sent her a wink along with his infamous, sexy smirk. It was now the younger Gilmore's turn to roll her eyes.
"I mean, I for one am use to waiting for you, but it's terribly rude of you to keep our guests waiting," Emily continued as she ignored Lorelai's 'apology.
"Sorry to have kept you two waiting," Lorelai sweetly smiled to Claire and Tristan. Mother and son could tell Lorelai was ready to rip Emily's head off.
"Don't worry about it," Claire sincerely said, "You must be Rory," she smiled as she turned towards her in her seat, "I've heard so much about you."
Blushing Rory replied, "My grandmother likes to talk."
Smirking Mrs. Dugrey told her, "Your grandmother isn't the only person who likes to talk about you."
"Not obvious at all mother," Tristan muttered to his mom, being that only she could hear him.
"Tristan, don't e rude," Claire told her son, "Aren't you going to say hello?"
"Hello," he said with a roll of his eyes. Eye rolls were a big thing tonight.
Lorelai smiled; this was going to be good, "Bible boy?"
"I guess," Tristan shrugged with a chuckle.
"Rory, you never told me the spawn of Satan was such a hottie!" Lorelai said as she looked at Rory.
"Lorelai!" Emily exclaimed appalled.
Tristan smiled, "Yeah, Mary, why didn't you tell your mother I was such a sexy hottie?"
"Watch your ego mister," Claire playfully swatted her son, "You wouldn't want to suffocate us now, would you?"
His smirk grew, "Of course not."
They all continued to sit around as Emily served their desired drinks. As Rory and Tristan sat across from each other, they couldn't help, but make eyes contact. He threw her another smirk and watched as she involuntarily blushed.
He then freely allowed his eyes to skim her body. The dress that she was wearing was definitely flattering her body; it hugged her in all the right places. But he had to avert his gaze because he could feel her mother's eyes on him and when he looked at her; she had a smirk on her face.
"So, Tristan, you're quiet," Lorelai teased, "Rory told me how much you liked to talk."
He shrugged, "I don't have much to say."
"Is that because Rory's not by herself?" she asked him.
Seeing the boy blush, Emily had to step in, "Lorelai, stop harassing the poor innocent boy," she told her as she took her seat.
"Ha!" Rory said, "'Innocent', that was a good one grandma."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Tristan asked pretending to be offended.
"Oh please, Tristan," Claire laughed, "Don't act like that got you upset."
"I give up," he put his hands in the air, "There's no possible way that I can win in a room full of women."
"As long as you know," Rory said as she looked at him.
"Oh my God," Lorelai stated shocked.
"Reading in front of people is extremely rude, Lorelai," Emily told her after realizing that she was reading the paper that was on the coffee table.
"Shauna Christy shot her husband," Lorelai continued, not hearing her mother.
"What?" Both Emily and Claire said.
Rory and Tristan stared at each other confused; they were obviously missing something.
"Shauna Christy, you remember Shauna Christy," Lorelai looked at the two older women.
"Yes, I remember Shauna Christy," Emily stated.
"Such a lovely girl," Claire added.
Lorelai continued, "Well, apparently this lovely girl came home to find her husband giving the nanny a nice little bonus package. And they say good help is hard to find."
Claire couldn't believe it, "That's terrible."
"That's just gossip," Emily says with a wave of her hand.
"Gossip?" Lorelai questioned, "The man was shot thirty-five times. He looks like a sprinkler system."
"At least she had a husband to kill," Emily said as her eyes avoided Lorelai's.
"Well, this is nice," Lorelai sweetly smiled as she looked at the group of people around her. This was really nice.
"So, Tristan," Rory stepped in and changed the subject before things got out of hand, "how's life?'
"Not bad," he answered knowing what she was doing. He was able to sense that something was about to happen. "I can't technically complain," he told her as he looked at her.
And that's what he did; he just looked at her and realized that he wanted more. He wanted to be able to do more than just look at her. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep this up.
And tonight was the night that Tristan, once again, realized that he wanted her…still.
He lay freely thrown on his couch in his apartment when a soft knocking on his door brought him to his feet.
With no energy, he slowly swung the door open and once the visitor was revealed he stood there shocked.
"Aren't you going to let me in?' she seductively smiled.
He remained silent. All he did was get out of her way so she could enter.
Getting over the shock of who was visiting him this late at night he finally spoke, "So what brings you here, Mary?"
"I'm sure you already know, Tristan," she smiled as she looked at him and then turned to find her way to his room.
"Holy Jesus," he muttered to an empty room.
"I think we'd have more fun tonight if you were in here," she yelled out to him.
Taking that as his mark, he quickly made his way to his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He saw her lying comfortably on his bed. Smiling like a mad-man he advanced towards her onto the bed and settled on top of her. He slowly kissed her.
He broke the kiss and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse; one button at a time. He then took it off of her showing her black lace bra. Tristan undid the bra from the front showing her breasts; rosy nipples standing straight waiting to be sucked and licked. He began kissing her again, never saying a word. But as he kissed her he felt on her breasts and she moaned in his mouth, making his cock a solid rock. She undid the button on his jeans and pulled the jeans and the boxers down in legs as far as she could reach, he did the rest by wiggling them all the way down and off, freeing his dick. He stayed on top of her naked upper body and broke the kiss. He then slid the jean skirt and her matching black, lacey thongs down her long slender, smooth legs. The only piece of clothing remaining was his shirt, which he quickly disposed of.
He then began sucking her tits; sensually he sucked on the left one swirling his tongue around it occasionally making her moan out loud. He gave the right one the same amount of attention.
Deciding that she wanted more, she gently grabbed his member and guided it towards her waiting, slick, wet lips. Getting the picture, he slowly eased the tip of his cock to the opening of her pussy, but didn't slide it in all the way; he was teasing her.
"Tristan…mmm, please…" she groaned shifting her hips around trying to get as much friction as she possibly could.
"What, baby," he whispered in her ear, giving it a tug.
"Tristan," she grunted as he slid his member up and down her slit; coating it with her juices.
"All you have to do is tell me what you want," he let her know as he grinded into her.
He was gonna make her say it.
He was praying she would say it.
"Ohh baby, give it to me please..." she begged.
"Fuck yeah." He moaned, he slowly penetrated her with his cock. "Oh shit..." he panted. The feeling of that tight pussy around his cock felt incredible.
Rory wasn't having this, he was going too slow. Putting her skills to use she maneuvered them so that she was now on top and he was at her mercy.
"Girl on top; I knew you were a control freak," he smirked.
"You know me so well," she purred as she rode between his legs.
She bucked and bounced upon the swollen dick forcing it even deeper inside her hot heat.
"Fuck, Mary," he grunted as she rhythmically clenched her muscles around his rod.
He was close, he could feel it; the tingling feeling in his balls was getting stronger and as he watched her swivel her hips and grope her chest, he knew it was just a matter of time before they got off.
"Feels good?" she asked in in a sultry tone as she slowly rose her hips and then slowly lowered herself back down on his cock.
"So fuckin' good…" he growled.
He gripped her hips tighter as he helped her slam down on him faster and harder.
"Ugh," he was closer.
So close.
Right on the edge.
"Oh Tristan!!"
THUD.
He looked around in confusion.
Coming to the conclusion that he had fallen out of his bed and was now sitting on the floor in his bedroom…alone, he groaned out in frustration.
He brought his knees close to his chest and rested his elbows on them as his hands went to cover his face.
"Dammit!" he yelled out into an empty room, "Not again!"
Rory Gilmore was invading Tristan's dreams once again.
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