Second Chances – Part 10 [All Over Again]
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The smile didn't leave his lips. It couldn't. It wouldn't. Wind tickled his face as he watched her figure saunter to where he stood. Suddenly, he felt his stomach churn… was he just going to stand here? What was he going to say to her? How would he face her? He panicked slightly, but regained his composure as he walked behind the gigantic tree, hiding his masculine form.
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Rory stood in front of the tree, hugging herself from the chilly wind. She inhaled slowly, trying to calm her raging emotions. Chewing on her nail, her eyes concentrated on a little part of the tree, as if that very spot hypnotized her.
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Tristan closed his eyes, feeling her close by. He turned his head slightly, catching a good view of the Gilmore. He smiled, smirked almost as he caught sight of her. He watched as he attempted to keep herself warm, fighting the urge to walk up to her and do it himself. Groaning silently, he listened as she spoke quietly.
"I must be crazy," he heard her laugh silently "Bloody crazy."
He continued to listen, or at least try to, as he strained to hear more.
"This is strange," she sighed, "I'm talking to a tree… a tree."
He almost chuckled, at her tone of voice. She sounded almost… frightened.
He heard her cry of frustration and fought hard to keep his laughter to himself.
"You know what's so weird Weepy… aside from the fact that Rory Gilmore is conversing with a Weeping Willow… aside from that…" he peeked to see that she had now situated herself underneath the tree, laying her back against the trunk "I feel like someone's here… with us right now"
Tristan took this as his cue. He emerged from the side of the tree, meeting an exhausted looking Rory, who had her eyes closed as she rested against the trunk. He got to his knees as quietly as possible, making his way toward her. She seemed oblivious of everything, looking very tired and worn out. Licking his lips, he brought his face closer to hers… careful so they wouldn't touch.
Wetting his lips with his tongue again, he opened his mouth, breathing hard. "Wake up Mary…" he whispered in a sing-song-y voice.
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Rory jumped, letting out a deafening shriek. Her eyes were now open and wide. She was no longer exhausted, she was wide-awake. She held the ear in which he whispered on, and blushed a deep red. Her eyes settled on his form, crouched down, holding his stomach and his shoulders shook from laughter.
"Tristan DuGray… you have not matured at all."
He doubled over in laughter, breathing in and out deeply. "Relax Mare, it was just a joke."
"What the hell are you doing here anyway?" Rory asked, her insides turning.
"I could ask the same thing to you, Ms. Gilmore."
"Never mind," she muttered, once again dropping down onto the grass.
Tristan followed suit, he sat next to her, and both were content by the silence.
"How's life?"
"Life is good, wonderful actually," Rory answered nonchalantly.
"Good, mines the same."
"Funny, I don't recall asking you."
"I expect more from you Mare…"
Rory looked over at him with quizzical eyes "I guess being with all those kids has slowly weakened my ability to…"
"Excuses, excuses…"
"Think all you want, Mr. DuGray."
"Don't you have work?"
Rory glared at the blonde "Don't you? What's happening with Jess?"
"How're the little rugrats?" he asked, ignoring her question entirely.
"Answer my question first."
"It's going fine… this," he flashed a smile "Is the face of a confident lawyer."
"I was wondering when it would come out."
"Come again?"
"I was wondering when your egotistical, big-headed, cocky side would come out."
"Because you missed it so, I presume," he grinned again, taking note of her gleeful eyes.
Rory turned her body, so that they faced each other. She smiled slightly, her shaking fingers brushing strands of hair from her face. What was coming over her? She shivered under his agonizingly handsome gaze.
Tristan couldn't help himself. He simply needed her, he needed to be close to her, to touch her, and most importantly, kiss her. And so, being the DuGray that he was, he kissed her. Everyone knows DuGray's get anything and everything they want. And this DuGray wanted this Gilmore.
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Rory couldn't control herself; she kissed him back, call it lack of control if you must. Her hands tangled themselves into his already unruly hair, and she opened her mouth just enough to welcome his eager tongue.
Both pulled back breathlessly, Rory lay on the grass, staring up at his face… his icy blue eyes, his nose… cheeks… then finally, her eyes settled on his swollen lips. Licking her lips, she sought for more. Connecting her lips to his, they kissed once more. Mind-blowing. Passionate. Pulling away once more, she smiled… not necessarily at him, more so to herself. How could she have been so stupid? He made her angry… annoyed… sometimes-even cry. But more importantly, slowly but surely, she was falling in love with him… all over again.
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My goodness… how long has it been? I'm sure you guys don't want to hear excuses, so I'll just go down on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness. So incredibly sorry for not updating. I'm a bad, bad person. Forgive me * smiles sweetly and offers a cookie * Oh come on, how could you possibly resist a chocolate chip cookie. Chocolate Chip! Tsk tsk.
Don't worry, I will update faster this time.
Christmas is coming folks!
-MzFreak