Title: Some Things Change
Author: Christine (Christine.2001@juno.com)
Rating: PG-13??
Spoilers: Umm…I guess up until "The Third Lorelai"…the rest came from my head.
Pairing: R/T
Starring: Rory, Tristan
Guest Starring: Lorelai, Dean, Luke, Lane
Summary: Tristan and Rory have become good friends, although she and Dean are still dating (they never broke up the first time). After something happens with Dean, Rory sees that things are beginning to change between her and Tristan.
Disclaimer: Nooo officer! That's not Tristan stuffed under my bed……Well….I was going to give him back!!…. Eventually.
Feedback: Oh, YES Please! This is my first fic and I want to make sure I'm doing it right.
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Sighing contentedly and nuzzling her face into his chest, Rory said a muffled good night.
Looking down at the angel in his arm, Tristan whispered, "Good night, Rory." But she was already asleep. "This is going to be a very very long night."
End of Chapter 7
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Chapter 8/16
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to stretch out her muscles, Rory awoke the next day to find a heavy weight thrown across her. She looked towards the warm body next to her, followed the muscular contours of a bicep with her eyes and continued all the way down the arm that had been pinning her down by her stomach. Glancing back up towards his face, she took in his gorgeous features while she knew her stares would remain unnoticed. However, they were most definitely noticed.
Tristan could feel her eyes on him. He could always feel her presence like a warm breath of air. It was gentle and soft, yet you could feel it surrounding you. That was what being around Rory was like. He had only been resting his eyes after a long sleepless night. He had reveled in the feel of having her in his arms, knowing that he might not ever have another chance. Sure they always had their hugs and sometimes kisses on the cheek. But this somehow seemed like much more. Almost like that kiss that happened so long ago. But to Tristan, he could remember it as if it were yesterday. And now, with her in his arms, he could feel her taking him in with her eyes. "I hope she likes what she sees," he thought to himself.
As Rory continued to trace his features with her eyes, she began to realize how truly amazing he looked. She noticed how Tristan's long eyelashes looked, knowing that what lie beneath were seas of brilliant blue. They were eyes that would pull you in and practically drown you in their depths. His high cheekbones and strong jaw. His hair was tousled as usual, making any girl crazy with the urge to run her hands through it. Placing her palm gently over his chest, she felt the rippling muscles that were always hidden behind their uniforms. "Rory! What are you doing? You're checking out Tristan! This is your friend Tristan! Your very handsome friend…No!" Her hand slid along his chest further towards the couch, imperceptibly. As it crossed his heart, Rory felt the almost frantic beating within the confines of his chest that she had, seconds ago, been admiring. Whipping her face back up to his, she found a set of piercing eyes staring right back at her.
Blushing furiously, Rory lowered her head. Raising it up slowly, she mumbled a good morning, yet she made no move to get up.
"Good morning," Tristan whispered back as he stared deeply into her eyes.
Breaking the lock of his eyes, Rory realized how terrible she must have looked. Frantically, she tried to smooth down her hair with her hand. She suddenly stopped as she felt Tristan's hand move to cover her own, bringing it back down to their sides. "You're perfect," he whispered, as if her could read her thoughts. Tristan didn't realize what he had been saying. It was way to early to be trying to hide his love for her. And from the direction he was headed in, it almost seemed like he wasn't even trying.
Rory's breath caught in her throat as his whispered words echoed in her head. Slowly, as if a magnetic force was pulling them, they began to move closer to each other, never once breaking their eye contact. Soon, their faces were a mere fraction apart. Very slowly, their eyelids closed as that fraction became smaller and smaller.
"Need coffee! I need coffee!!" Bounding down the steps, Lorelai yelled in an Irish accent, "Now where'd I put me coffee stash!"
Rory and Tristan's eyes snapped open as the stared at each other, open-mouthed. Quickly jumping up from the couch, Rory told Tristan that he could use the shower first, then ran to the kitchen, undoubtedly to make coffee.
As Lorelai jumped down the last step of the staircase, she came across the sight of a very dazed and slightly confused Tristan sitting on the couch in the living room with a blanket twisted around his legs. Chuckling to herself, she threatened him, "You better not use all the hot water! Or else." She paused for a dramatic effect. Seeing that she had gained his attention she continued. "Or else it shall be a very slow death by oompa loompas!"
Leaving him there to get ready to take a shower, she skipped into the kitchen, only to find her once calm daughter tearing apart the kitchen, making a mess that rivaled what Lorelai termed as the plumbing fiasco.
"Hey! Whatcha looking for?"
"What do you think? Coffee!"
"You mean the coffee that always sits next to the coffee machine," she said pointing to the not-so-elusive object.
"Yeah, right," Rory mumbled.
"Sooo…Tristan is in the living room in a stupor, my calm daughter has been replaced by insane and slightly psychotic daughter. What happed last night?" Peeking into Rory's room confirmed her suspicions. "And I see that your bed is still picture perfect." Grinning widely with one upraised eyebrow, Lorelai stared at her flustered daughter, waiting for an answer. Or knowing Rory, a non-answer.
"Nothing! I have to go get ready!" In a split second, Rory had spun on her heel and retreated to her room.
Lorelai laughed to herself. "Looks like things are getting interesting." And with an evil cackle, "and I get a front row seat!" Picking up her coffee mug, "Ooh, and in a location close to coffee! How wonderful!
Meanwhile, Tristan had made his way to the bathroom and undressed for a quick shower. Stepping under the lukewarm water, "Mustn't make Lorelai mad." Running his hands through his hair, he let the water fall against his chest and all over his face, yet he couldn't feel it. He groaned as he replayed the scene in his head for the hundredth time this morning. "I can't lose her by scaring her away! Ugh! Keep your hormones in check, DuGrey!" Then with a whimper, he leaned his forehead against the cold tiles, "But it's just so hard! Today's going to be a long day."
Downstairs, in the confines of her room, Rory sat on the edge of her bed, staring off into space. "What just happened out there?!?" Touching her lips with her fingertips, "You almost kissed your friend, that's what! You almost kissed Tristan!" She was taken back to the time at Madeline's party when their lips had actually met. She couldn't deny that she had felt sparks, but she had ignored them. "Well it's too late for that now! Now, we're just friends!…..I can't lose his friendship. Ugh!" Flopping backwards onto her mattress, "Today's going to be a long day."
End of Chapter 8
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