Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. I just have a very fertile imagination. This is my take on what could have happened if Rory realized, before Tristan left, that she wanted him to kiss her goodbye. I decided to change the rating just to be on the safe side. Enjoy.

"Rory, slow down, hun!" Lorelai said.

They were late for the Gilmore's Thanksgiving Dinner, as usual. They had attended a handful of Thanksgiving dinners today, and the Gilmore's was the last one. Rory was all set and ready to go, but Lorelai was still trying to figure out what shoes would go with her outfit the best.

"Mom, for the last time, if you're not ready and inside the car in two minutes, I'm going without you." Rory threatened. She was really nervous. She was sure that Tristan was already there, attending the dinner with his parents, and it would be the first time she saw him since she left Washington. Since they were together for real.

They talked on the phone almost everyday, and they emailed each other constantly. Tristan was always trying to reassure her that everything was going to be all right, but she was still a bit weary of the new status of their relationship. Deep down, she didn't think she was very good with relationships. But she was willing to try.

"Okay, okay. I'm ready. I've never seen you so anxious to go to your grandparents." Lorelai said, and smirked at the sight of her daughter's attempt to cover her embarrassment. "Oh, I see. It's not the grandparents you're anxious to see... It's Bible Boy."

"Shut up, mom." She said, but couldn't suppress the smile that thinking about Tristan brought to her face. So she just ignored her mother and got into the car.

The ride into Hartford was uneventful, and they arrived only a few minutes after the first guests. And as Rory predicted, the DuGrey's were there, all four of them. She saw Janlen DuGrey talking animatedly with her grandfather, with Tristan by his side. And she saw his parents having a quiet argument by the drink's cart. She tried to make out what they were arguing about, but their voices were too low. She was so intent on listening that she didn't notice Tristan approaching her.

"They are arguing about me, as usual. Nothing to worry about." He whispered, and watched in delight as Rory trembled at his proximity and at the sound of his voice. "I missed you, Mary." He continued, invading her personal space. He was close enough that Rory could almost feel his lips on her neck.

Rory closed her eyes and tried to control her heartbeat. She wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms and kiss him senseless, but they agreed to be discreet about their relationship. Or in other words, lie through their teeth to their grandparents.

Rory didn't want the pressure that Emily and Richard would surely exert, in what she was sure was their way to protect her and make sure that she had a future full of social calls and wedding bells. They had, after all, her best interests at heart, and would be thrilled to know that she and Tristan were an item. And Tristan wanted to avoid his family's interference and manipulation that he was sure would take place, to bring him back home and transfer him to Yale, to follow his father's path. He was sure that once it was public knowledge that he was seeing Rory, his family would try to use her to bring him back.

The only one that knew about the two of them dating was Lorelai, and she was more than thrilled. She loved Tristan, mostly because she knew that he loved her daughter dearly, and would do anything to make her happy. She also knew it was only a matter of time before he gave up and transferred to Yale, just to be close to her. She picked up a champagne glass and tried not to laugh at the worst attempt of discretion she had seen lately.

"Tristan," Rory managed to say, finding her voice after a few seconds. She was afraid to move, or open her eyes, and find their secret spread to the world. She just couldn't control her reaction to Tristan.

"You should open your eyes, Mary, or people will start wondering..." Tristan said, amused. He loved that he could do this to her. Leave her speechless and wanting him.

Rory open her eyes, and turned to him, and Tristan sucked in his breath. Maybe he shouldn't have told her to open her eyes just yet. He could read the longing and the lust in them. If he didn't control himself, he was going to be the one to ruin everything by kissing her senseless in the middle of her grandparents living room.

"Hi!" She said, looking as innocent as he always imagine she was. "I missed you too." She smiled.

"Stop smiling like that. People will notice." He told her, taking a step back, and putting some distance between them.

"So, how long are you gonna stay here?" She asked.

"In Hartford or at your grandparents house?" He answered, already thinking about ways to be alone with her. She was like and addiction. Since he took his first taste of her, at that damn party, he was hooked. After the night that she came after him in Washington, and they spent the whole night getting to know each other, it was all he could think about. Sure, there was a lot more to their relationship then the physical part of it, but he couldn't help himself. He loved her, and he loved the way she made him feel, or how easy it was for him to lose all control around her.

"At Hartford! You know that we can't do anything here, if we want to keep our relationship to ourselves for the time."

"Are you sure about that, Mary? I distinctly remember your mother telling us about plenty of places she used to disappear in this house, to have some privacy..." He smirked, and looked her up and down, drinking her in. She looked unbelievably hot in that dress, and all he could think about was helping her get rid of it. He knew that he was not going to last the evening without being able to kiss her, touch her.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Rory whispered, recognizing the look in his eyes.

"Like what?" He asked, watching her shiver in response to the way he was looking at her.

"Like you're about to toss me over the table and have your way with me." Rory continued, blushing slightly at the mere thought of Tristan's mouth on hers.

Tristan groaned, and took her hand, pulling her along with him, as he tried to find a place where they could be alone. He marched through the living room, into the kitchen, and finally into the pantry. He made sure that no one was watching them as he kicked the door shut, and pressed Rory against it. Then he took his time properly ravishing her.