AN: I'm really confused...my story's not rated R...is it? : - s
Btw, I'm really sorry that Tristan and Rory are so slow at getting together, because its probably AGONISING for you guys to read chapter by chapter, but I can promise that they will be together by the end of chapter 14, which is pretty much written already.
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Tristan stirred and briefly noticed that it wasn't exactly morning, more like bordering upon.
He also subtly noticed that somehow during the night, instead of only having his upper-body on the couch, he was now fully lying on the couch with Rory cuddled in his arms, the blanket slipping off both of them.
Tristan, not really realising what he was doing, pulled her closer to him, gave a yawn and nodded off back to sleep.
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Rory peeked out through one drooping eyelid. What she saw was flesh, to be more specific, Tristan's. She felt a bit panicky, but was too tired to really contemplate what was happening.
His arms were wound tightly around her waist, and her face was just in the crook of his neck, her nose had often been brushing his ear. She had nearly been falling off the couch, and Rory quickly corrected herself, so that she was leaning her body on half of Tristan's, but finding it extremely difficult after realising their legs were tangled together.
*How the hell... Did... we end... up like this?* She thought sleepily, as her eyelids closed once again.
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Tristan woke up slowly, having had a very pleasant night. He gave a big yawn and craned his neck to look down, to see Rory with an angelic expression on her face.
He sucked in air sharply as she shifted and started rubbing her face into his neck. He shivered and could barely suppress the urge to kiss her.
She breathed in and he closed his eyes, just revelling in the feeling of her warm breath on his neck. He started tracing small circles on her stomach lazily with his finger. And moved his legs slightly, because Rory's legs were intertwined with his...this was about the same time Rory woke once again.
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Rory woke up for the second time that morning to the very enjoyable sensation of someone drawing circles on her stomach.
Then she remembered where she was. Noticing that she could only see his neck and his ear, due to the fact that she had dug into his neck and rubbed her nose in his warm skin.
She was slightly embarrassed to remember how she snuggled into him earlier. As her thoughts progressed, she studied the hairs at the nape of his neck, gently blowing on them...and then with a small jolt, also noticed Tristan's erratic breathing, which indicated plainly that he had been awake.
"Tristan?" She said sleepily.
Her voice was so close to his ear, he couldn't help that tremor that passed through him. "Rory." He said quietly.
She didn't really know what to say. "Good night's sleep?"
He smirked, even in the ungodly hours. "The best."
She blushed, still not fully awake.
"...What are we Rory?" Tristan whispered, asking the question they both had been skidding around.
She didn't answer for a long time and Tristan was afraid that she didn't hear him...knowing that he probably didn't have the guts to repeat it.
"I don't know yet."
He stared up at the ceiling, willing his heart to slow down. "Yet?" He asked hopefully, the sound deafening to his ears.
She smiled, and he could feel the movement. "You may have a chance yet, Mr. Dugrey." She teased.
This time, Tristan smiled too, instantly relaxing. "Did you want to get up?"
Rory yawned again, closing his eyes tiredly. "Just...a...little...longer..."
She fell asleep after a few minutes and Tristan soon after that, but before he did, a terrifying and wonderful thought occurred to him...he wanted to wake up like this for the rest of his life.
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The third time Rory woke up, it was to the sound of someone coughing.
She opened a bleary eye and wanted to glare, but was shocked to find Mr. Medina staring at Tristan and her, partly amused and partly annoyed.
Rory bit her lip and practically scrambled off Tristan, but ended up tripping off the couch because of their tangled legs.
Once she had corrected herself, cheeks flaming, she gave Tristan a hard poke in the chest, vaguely aware that Mr. Medina was impatiently tapping his foot.
"Tristan!" She hissed.
He muttered something inaudible to Rory, as she was mumbling 'oh my god, oh my god', repeatedly under her breath.
After beginning to notice that she wasn't lying on him anymore, he slowly opened an eye to see her standing in front of him, then decided to shut his eyes once again and reach an arm out, as if beckoning for her to go back to sleep.
Instead, Rory clenched her teeth and yanked on his outstretched hand and with a yelp, Tristan tumbled off the sofa and onto the floor, fully awake at this stage.
He rubbed his back humourously. "Ow...mind your manners, Mary..."
Mr. Medina then found it appropriate to cough again, louder this time and Tristan's head snapped over to the sound.
At first he seemed quite uncertain but then his cool demeanour was back, and he was expressionless.
"Mr. Medina," Tristan announced smoothly, "What a pleasant surprise."
Mr. Medina actually rolled his eyes. "I'm going to love hearing the explanation for this one."
Rory wrung her hands nervously. "Erm, well you see-"
But of course, Ben, with his unusually GOOD timing, stepped in, rubbing his eyes groggily. "What's going on?"
"Good morning Ben," Mr. Medina said calmly, "I came in to pick up Paris this morning and all I find are these two," He nods his head at a shame- faced Rory and a cocky Tristan, "Sleeping on the couch."
Mr. Medina's voice awakened Ben, and he gave Tristan and Rory funny looks.
Tristan automatically switched to the art of lying, "Paris snores and Ben snores. Rory and I both wanted the couch, but I ended up sleeping on the floor. Rory had a bad dream and she fell off the couch. I woke up, thought what a waste of the couch and so we both ended up sleeping there. Perfectly innocent. He finished smoothly.
"Perfectly innocent, huh..." Mr. Medina noted, a twinge of amusement in his eyes.
Tristan shrugged casually. "She was cold." He explained.
After Rory "lost her balance" and stepped on Tristan's foot, she backed up his story and Ben decided to add his two cents worth. "Yeah, I snore a lot Mr. Medina. But mostly when I eat spaghetti. Which, ironically, I did last night. I've tried taking medicine for the snoring, because it gets so uh, bad after eating spaghetti, but it doesn't work-"
Mr. Medina cut him off. "-Okay Ben, I believe you."
Ben nodded, having done his bit. "Great."
Mr. Medina turned back to Tristan and Rory. "Now, I don't want to have to call your parents, so...no more funny stuff, promise you two?" He said, getting a bit flustered.
"Cross my heart." Tristan leered.
Rory elbowed him and he gave a small grunt.
Mr. Medina clapped his hands, as if wanting to get off that subject. "So, where's Paris?"
"In the second room to the right," Ben told him, "Careful, she might attack you."
Another one of those funny looks from Mr. Medina. "...I'll take my chances...have some breakfast you three. You've got to get going."
Rory found her voice, getting over the initial embarrassment. "I'll just, uh...go...ermmmm, change."
Mr. Medina went in search of Paris, but before he left, he grinned at Tristan. "Nice boxers." This time, Tristan couldn't help but flush.
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Dragging a very annoyed Paris out of bed and then into Mr. Medina's car proved to be no easy task.
Especially when she insisted that she was fine and that she could still do the project and demanding to know whether she would lose marks for becoming sick and would he please not tell her parents that she ate chocolate.
By the time Rory was back in the kitchen drinking some coffee, wearing hip- hugging jeans and a black singlet top, compliments of dear ol' mom, she already felt like it was the afternoon.
Tristan walked in wearing a white T-shirt, baggy jeans and a red jacket. He mumbled a hello and yawned.
"Didn't get much sleep last night?" Ben asked questioningly.
Tristan glanced at Rory before answering, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Rory, feeling satisfied at his answer, piped up. "So, the message and project outline says that we're meant to be meeting at Ruffwood lake, half an hour's drive from here."
"Why's it so far?" Tristan whined.
Rory sipped at her coffee. "Stop complaining, Bible boy."
He stuck his tongue out at her teasingly. "Make me, Mary."
"Maybe I will."
"Looking forward to it."
"I know you will be." She couldn't help but notice the adorable way his hair was messed up.
"I'm glad you know." He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked first thing in the morning.
"Don't hold your breath."
"That might kill me." Tristan said in mock shock.
"...You don't say." Rory continued thoughtfully, a wicked smile on her face.
"Uh, I'll just go wait in the car." Ben told them, feeling a bit uncomfortable around the obvious couple, or soon to be couple.
Oblivious to Ben's leaving, Tristan continued to pout.
"Why do we have to meet up with the rest of our class?"
Rory shrugged. "Why do you care?"
"Does this mean I won't have you to myself at all today?" Rory stared at his lips as he talking and she realised she wanted to kiss him, and not really knowing what was stopping her.
Rory snorted. "I think I've had enough embarrassment for one day."
"You know you love me."
"Bite me." She teased.
"Invitation only?"
"Got lost in the mail. Sorry." She said sympathetically.
"Ouch, I'm wounded." Tristan said, narrowing his eyes in defeat.
She got up and ruffled his hair. "Call nine-one-one."
Tristan played dumb. "Whose number is that?"
She wrinkled her nose at him. "Chilton not doing any good?"
He shook his head as the front door slammed behind them. "...Only when it comes to my education."
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A/N: C'MON PEOPLE! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO GET ME OVER THAT 200 REVIEWS MARK!
Review!
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Btw, I'm really sorry that Tristan and Rory are so slow at getting together, because its probably AGONISING for you guys to read chapter by chapter, but I can promise that they will be together by the end of chapter 14, which is pretty much written already.
ENJOY! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------
Tristan stirred and briefly noticed that it wasn't exactly morning, more like bordering upon.
He also subtly noticed that somehow during the night, instead of only having his upper-body on the couch, he was now fully lying on the couch with Rory cuddled in his arms, the blanket slipping off both of them.
Tristan, not really realising what he was doing, pulled her closer to him, gave a yawn and nodded off back to sleep.
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Rory peeked out through one drooping eyelid. What she saw was flesh, to be more specific, Tristan's. She felt a bit panicky, but was too tired to really contemplate what was happening.
His arms were wound tightly around her waist, and her face was just in the crook of his neck, her nose had often been brushing his ear. She had nearly been falling off the couch, and Rory quickly corrected herself, so that she was leaning her body on half of Tristan's, but finding it extremely difficult after realising their legs were tangled together.
*How the hell... Did... we end... up like this?* She thought sleepily, as her eyelids closed once again.
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Tristan woke up slowly, having had a very pleasant night. He gave a big yawn and craned his neck to look down, to see Rory with an angelic expression on her face.
He sucked in air sharply as she shifted and started rubbing her face into his neck. He shivered and could barely suppress the urge to kiss her.
She breathed in and he closed his eyes, just revelling in the feeling of her warm breath on his neck. He started tracing small circles on her stomach lazily with his finger. And moved his legs slightly, because Rory's legs were intertwined with his...this was about the same time Rory woke once again.
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Rory woke up for the second time that morning to the very enjoyable sensation of someone drawing circles on her stomach.
Then she remembered where she was. Noticing that she could only see his neck and his ear, due to the fact that she had dug into his neck and rubbed her nose in his warm skin.
She was slightly embarrassed to remember how she snuggled into him earlier. As her thoughts progressed, she studied the hairs at the nape of his neck, gently blowing on them...and then with a small jolt, also noticed Tristan's erratic breathing, which indicated plainly that he had been awake.
"Tristan?" She said sleepily.
Her voice was so close to his ear, he couldn't help that tremor that passed through him. "Rory." He said quietly.
She didn't really know what to say. "Good night's sleep?"
He smirked, even in the ungodly hours. "The best."
She blushed, still not fully awake.
"...What are we Rory?" Tristan whispered, asking the question they both had been skidding around.
She didn't answer for a long time and Tristan was afraid that she didn't hear him...knowing that he probably didn't have the guts to repeat it.
"I don't know yet."
He stared up at the ceiling, willing his heart to slow down. "Yet?" He asked hopefully, the sound deafening to his ears.
She smiled, and he could feel the movement. "You may have a chance yet, Mr. Dugrey." She teased.
This time, Tristan smiled too, instantly relaxing. "Did you want to get up?"
Rory yawned again, closing his eyes tiredly. "Just...a...little...longer..."
She fell asleep after a few minutes and Tristan soon after that, but before he did, a terrifying and wonderful thought occurred to him...he wanted to wake up like this for the rest of his life.
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The third time Rory woke up, it was to the sound of someone coughing.
She opened a bleary eye and wanted to glare, but was shocked to find Mr. Medina staring at Tristan and her, partly amused and partly annoyed.
Rory bit her lip and practically scrambled off Tristan, but ended up tripping off the couch because of their tangled legs.
Once she had corrected herself, cheeks flaming, she gave Tristan a hard poke in the chest, vaguely aware that Mr. Medina was impatiently tapping his foot.
"Tristan!" She hissed.
He muttered something inaudible to Rory, as she was mumbling 'oh my god, oh my god', repeatedly under her breath.
After beginning to notice that she wasn't lying on him anymore, he slowly opened an eye to see her standing in front of him, then decided to shut his eyes once again and reach an arm out, as if beckoning for her to go back to sleep.
Instead, Rory clenched her teeth and yanked on his outstretched hand and with a yelp, Tristan tumbled off the sofa and onto the floor, fully awake at this stage.
He rubbed his back humourously. "Ow...mind your manners, Mary..."
Mr. Medina then found it appropriate to cough again, louder this time and Tristan's head snapped over to the sound.
At first he seemed quite uncertain but then his cool demeanour was back, and he was expressionless.
"Mr. Medina," Tristan announced smoothly, "What a pleasant surprise."
Mr. Medina actually rolled his eyes. "I'm going to love hearing the explanation for this one."
Rory wrung her hands nervously. "Erm, well you see-"
But of course, Ben, with his unusually GOOD timing, stepped in, rubbing his eyes groggily. "What's going on?"
"Good morning Ben," Mr. Medina said calmly, "I came in to pick up Paris this morning and all I find are these two," He nods his head at a shame- faced Rory and a cocky Tristan, "Sleeping on the couch."
Mr. Medina's voice awakened Ben, and he gave Tristan and Rory funny looks.
Tristan automatically switched to the art of lying, "Paris snores and Ben snores. Rory and I both wanted the couch, but I ended up sleeping on the floor. Rory had a bad dream and she fell off the couch. I woke up, thought what a waste of the couch and so we both ended up sleeping there. Perfectly innocent. He finished smoothly.
"Perfectly innocent, huh..." Mr. Medina noted, a twinge of amusement in his eyes.
Tristan shrugged casually. "She was cold." He explained.
After Rory "lost her balance" and stepped on Tristan's foot, she backed up his story and Ben decided to add his two cents worth. "Yeah, I snore a lot Mr. Medina. But mostly when I eat spaghetti. Which, ironically, I did last night. I've tried taking medicine for the snoring, because it gets so uh, bad after eating spaghetti, but it doesn't work-"
Mr. Medina cut him off. "-Okay Ben, I believe you."
Ben nodded, having done his bit. "Great."
Mr. Medina turned back to Tristan and Rory. "Now, I don't want to have to call your parents, so...no more funny stuff, promise you two?" He said, getting a bit flustered.
"Cross my heart." Tristan leered.
Rory elbowed him and he gave a small grunt.
Mr. Medina clapped his hands, as if wanting to get off that subject. "So, where's Paris?"
"In the second room to the right," Ben told him, "Careful, she might attack you."
Another one of those funny looks from Mr. Medina. "...I'll take my chances...have some breakfast you three. You've got to get going."
Rory found her voice, getting over the initial embarrassment. "I'll just, uh...go...ermmmm, change."
Mr. Medina went in search of Paris, but before he left, he grinned at Tristan. "Nice boxers." This time, Tristan couldn't help but flush.
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Dragging a very annoyed Paris out of bed and then into Mr. Medina's car proved to be no easy task.
Especially when she insisted that she was fine and that she could still do the project and demanding to know whether she would lose marks for becoming sick and would he please not tell her parents that she ate chocolate.
By the time Rory was back in the kitchen drinking some coffee, wearing hip- hugging jeans and a black singlet top, compliments of dear ol' mom, she already felt like it was the afternoon.
Tristan walked in wearing a white T-shirt, baggy jeans and a red jacket. He mumbled a hello and yawned.
"Didn't get much sleep last night?" Ben asked questioningly.
Tristan glanced at Rory before answering, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Rory, feeling satisfied at his answer, piped up. "So, the message and project outline says that we're meant to be meeting at Ruffwood lake, half an hour's drive from here."
"Why's it so far?" Tristan whined.
Rory sipped at her coffee. "Stop complaining, Bible boy."
He stuck his tongue out at her teasingly. "Make me, Mary."
"Maybe I will."
"Looking forward to it."
"I know you will be." She couldn't help but notice the adorable way his hair was messed up.
"I'm glad you know." He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked first thing in the morning.
"Don't hold your breath."
"That might kill me." Tristan said in mock shock.
"...You don't say." Rory continued thoughtfully, a wicked smile on her face.
"Uh, I'll just go wait in the car." Ben told them, feeling a bit uncomfortable around the obvious couple, or soon to be couple.
Oblivious to Ben's leaving, Tristan continued to pout.
"Why do we have to meet up with the rest of our class?"
Rory shrugged. "Why do you care?"
"Does this mean I won't have you to myself at all today?" Rory stared at his lips as he talking and she realised she wanted to kiss him, and not really knowing what was stopping her.
Rory snorted. "I think I've had enough embarrassment for one day."
"You know you love me."
"Bite me." She teased.
"Invitation only?"
"Got lost in the mail. Sorry." She said sympathetically.
"Ouch, I'm wounded." Tristan said, narrowing his eyes in defeat.
She got up and ruffled his hair. "Call nine-one-one."
Tristan played dumb. "Whose number is that?"
She wrinkled her nose at him. "Chilton not doing any good?"
He shook his head as the front door slammed behind them. "...Only when it comes to my education."
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A/N: C'MON PEOPLE! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO GET ME OVER THAT 200 REVIEWS MARK!
Review!
THERE'LL BE CANDY INVOLVED...YESSSS....VIRTUAL CANDY...