A/N: I totally didn't hold up my end of the bargain guys. (It's just that Wednesday I had an awards ceremony and Thursday a job interview and I saw Prince Caspian at midnight on Friday and a slew of people came over Friday night and the seamstress came with my last minute alterations for my dress because PROM was on Saturday and I only woke up at like 3 in the afternoon today because… it was prom…) I apologize. I will post two chapters today to make up for it. I will love you forever if you review them both! (By the way, Prince Caspian ROCKS!)
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Connor pulled away from Trista. "Le's go out."
"What--?" Trista shook her head, a puzzled look on her face. This had changed. Never before would Connor have been at all shy about hanging out around his father… or closed up in the bedroom, for that matter. But he didn't let her think too hard about it.
"Where are yeh staying?" he asked.
"The Palmer House."
"Well, well, well. Aren't we fancy?"
"Yeah, yeah." Trista smiled. "Well, I figured it's a joyous occasion, so I'd splurge." Connor smiled down at her and took her hand and led her out the door. But before he closed the door behind them, he shot a long look at his father behind them, making sure he saw.
The whole way to the Palmer House they didn't say anything. There was far too much to say to actually speak. Neither knew where to start and if they did start they were each afraid it would take them into different areas they weren't too keen on discussing, not to mention the areas they needed and wanted to discuss but weren't willing to discuss in public. So the air of Chicago was filled with a thousand sights and smells and noises and thoughts unsaid. But Trista and Connor were not consumed by the unspoken thoughts, as most would be upon entering such a situation. Connor and Trista were filled with nothing but peace inside of themselves, because whatever had to be said each knew that it would all turn out right. Because Trista had come all this way for Connor and Connor believed that she hadn't written the article. And all of the other bad things that had once been in the past had melted away, for they had all been forgiven.
So it was with a little reluctance that the couple entered Trista's hotel room, knowing that now the comfortable silence now must give way to words and all the horrid mess they bring into the room. Trista slipped her key into the slot on the door handle and the light turned green an they were let in. She dropped her bag and her key on the dresser and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at Connor with innocent and expectant eyes. Connor stood in front of her looking down. "So there's really no escapin' this, eh?" And that was the end of it. Trista's eyes were no longer innocent and there was no more comfortable silence. Trista shook her head, and Connor sat down. "It's alright. I know yeh didn't write the article."
Trista shook her head. "Oh no. I wrote it. I just didn't… I didn't publish it."
"Yeh wrote it?"
"I'm-- It was-- God, I'm sorry. It was so stupid. Of course I shouldn't have written it. I kick myself everyday for even thinking the first word of it. I just-- I just--"
Connor's looked shushed her. She stilled and waited for him to speak. When he did, it was not what she expected. "I love you," he said and kissed her.
"I… love you, too," she said when he pulled away.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, then attacked. Lips on lips, tongues on tongues, hands… not on hands. Trista moaned as Connor pulled away from her. "The rest o' this can wait, enh?" he asked with a breathless nod. And Trista responded with a more adamant one.
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The next morning, Trista woke to the sun shining merrily through the window and Connor sitting in the desk chair watching her. He had a contented smile on his face and a cup of coffee in his hand. When he saw her wake, and meet his gaze, he stood and walked to the edge of the bed, holding out the coffee to her. "For me?" she asked, sitting up and leaning back against the pillows. He nodded and kissed her lightly as she took the coffee. There was no need for passion and rushed kisses now. They would have plenty of time for those things and more. Now it was morning. The sun was up and the world was bright. Everything was alright.
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A/N: Review?