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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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Tristan looked down and was silent for moment of contemplation. Then in hoarse voice that he couldn't control, he whispered an answer to her questions. "Sometimes, you just love someone so much that you would do anything for them. Even if it means staying apart from them and sacrificing your own happiness." He looked up, meeting her eyes, glossy from her tears.
Rory didn't know what to say as they stared into each other's eyes. So instead of speaking, she reached down for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his own.
End of Chapter 11
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Chapter 12/16
Rory felt his arms tighten their grip around her waist. Finding comfort in his embrace, she willingly cuddled her body closer to his warm, smooth chest. Looking up into the depths of his deep blue eyes, she felt she could read his every thought and emotion. They shined with everything that he could see in her eyes. Rory knew that she could gaze into his eyes forever. But that would have to wait. Slowly, his eyelids closed as he inched closer and closer. Her eyelids fluttered closed in anticipation of his warm lips upon hers. It seemed like an eternity before she could feel his breath mingling with her own. Rory felt a tingling sensation surge through her body as his lips were fractions of a centimeter away. Then suddenly, a wave of cold air surrounded her as she realized he had pulled away. In the distance, she heard the faint ringing. The ringing was getting louder.
Jolting upright, she frantically looked around for Tristan and the lips that she wanted to kiss, only to find herself alone in her own room, in her own bed. Slamming her hand angrily against the alarm, she flopped back down onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her head in the process.
Her dreams had haunted her again. She had dreamt of her mystery man. It had been the first time she had thought of him since Monday. Since then, Tristan had kept her occupied, especially the night before when she slept in his arms. It had been the same dream that she had before and had not brought any clarity. The two of them were on some sort of ride and were soaring above a crowd, just reveling in each other's company. The only difference this time was in the moment of their kiss. Before they shared the passionate kiss of the first dream, Rory had found herself sleeping on a couch. Not just any couch. It was her couch, and she was not alone. Tristan was holding her. No. It was more than holding. He was about to kiss her, but that's when she woke up.
"Damn alarm! Wait….did I want him to kiss me?"
Flashes from the night before suddenly came to Rory. Tristan's words rang out in her head.
"Sometimes, you just love someone so much that you would do anything for them. Even if it means staying apart from them and sacrificing your own happiness."
After Tristan had spoken, she had taken his hand. She hadn't known what else to do. And that simple but meaningful act had just seemed so..right. But then a silence fell over them.
"What's going on?" Rory couldn't help but question herself. She was so confused. "What was that last night? Well…it was…it was a moment. Just like the moment from that morning on the couch. Or the one last night after the pillow fight. Those moments when everything I thought I knew or felt suddenly came into question. Would we have kissed?" A battle over her emotions was waged in Rory's head.
Ever since that day when she thought back upon their one and only true kiss at Madeline's, the feel of Tristan's lips had been burning itself further and further into her brain. Throwing back the comforter and sitting up, Rory's mind was entranced with thoughts of that magical kiss.
Sighing, Rory got out of bed. After the long, strained silence, Rory had broken it by saying it was late and that she had better go to bed.
"Why are things so difficult?" she questioned herself. "Now, to top of the morning, it's off to Chilton….and off to face Tristan. Tristan. The same Tristan sleeping in the living room; sleeping on my couch." Her hand froze on the doorknob and Rory banged her forehead against the cold wooden door. "Why? Why?"
In the living room, Tristan was lying on the couch with his eyes closed. After the events and the almost kisses of the night before, he had had trouble sleeping for more than fifteen minutes at a time.
"What did it all mean?" He thought that Rory had seemed almost receptive at times. But maybe, he was wrong. Right now, he was just counting the moments until he would be able to see her again.
Rory slowly tiptoed out of her room and into the living room where she saw Tristan sleeping on the couch. At the mere sight of him, she stopped dead in her tracks, and her breath caught in her throat. There, before her, Tristan was lying shirtless, with a well-muscled arm thrown across his eyes. The thin blanket that had once been covering him was now falling recklessly off his body towards a heap on the floor. The scant cloth that was covering him failed to conceal his rock hard abs.
Tristan felt her eyes on him. He could always tell when she entered a room. Feigning sleep, he decided he would let her stare some more. "Maybe things are changing," he thought to himself, trying his best to keep a grin from spreading across his face.
After about a minute, he decided it was time to "wake up." Shifting on the make shift bed, he reached his arms above his head to stretch, startling Rory out of her haze.
Trying to remove the thoughts from her head, Rory shook her head and walked further into the room. "Morning sleepy head!" she said with a cherry voice, as if she hadn't just been checking out one of her best friends.
"Morning," he said with a smile as he rose to a standing position. The blanket slipped off and onto the floor.
Rory couldn't help but notice the rippling muscles of his back as he bent down to retrieve his shirt.
As Tristan pulled on his shirt, he saw the flash of disappointment on Rory's face. "Hmm…this is definitely new."
With a charming smile thrown her way, "Hey, I'm gonna go shower, ok?"
And with that, he walked out of the room leaving Rory to only stare after him, muttering, "Yeah."
Turning on the water, Tristan broke out into a full-fledged grin. "I'm definitely going to find out what's going on in that little head of Rory's if it's the last thing I do. Maybe there's a chance for us after all."
As she heard the water turn on, Rory stood rooted in place. "I think I'm falling in love with my best friend," she whispered to the empty room. She stared off into space before collapsing onto the still warm couch. The remnants of Tristan's body heat and his scent sent her hormones into overdrive. With a groan, she smothered her face with a cushion. "What am I getting myself into?"
End of Chapter 12
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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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Tristan looked down and was silent for moment of contemplation. Then in hoarse voice that he couldn't control, he whispered an answer to her questions. "Sometimes, you just love someone so much that you would do anything for them. Even if it means staying apart from them and sacrificing your own happiness." He looked up, meeting her eyes, glossy from her tears.
Rory didn't know what to say as they stared into each other's eyes. So instead of speaking, she reached down for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his own.
End of Chapter 11
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Chapter 12/16
Rory felt his arms tighten their grip around her waist. Finding comfort in his embrace, she willingly cuddled her body closer to his warm, smooth chest. Looking up into the depths of his deep blue eyes, she felt she could read his every thought and emotion. They shined with everything that he could see in her eyes. Rory knew that she could gaze into his eyes forever. But that would have to wait. Slowly, his eyelids closed as he inched closer and closer. Her eyelids fluttered closed in anticipation of his warm lips upon hers. It seemed like an eternity before she could feel his breath mingling with her own. Rory felt a tingling sensation surge through her body as his lips were fractions of a centimeter away. Then suddenly, a wave of cold air surrounded her as she realized he had pulled away. In the distance, she heard the faint ringing. The ringing was getting louder.
Jolting upright, she frantically looked around for Tristan and the lips that she wanted to kiss, only to find herself alone in her own room, in her own bed. Slamming her hand angrily against the alarm, she flopped back down onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her head in the process.
Her dreams had haunted her again. She had dreamt of her mystery man. It had been the first time she had thought of him since Monday. Since then, Tristan had kept her occupied, especially the night before when she slept in his arms. It had been the same dream that she had before and had not brought any clarity. The two of them were on some sort of ride and were soaring above a crowd, just reveling in each other's company. The only difference this time was in the moment of their kiss. Before they shared the passionate kiss of the first dream, Rory had found herself sleeping on a couch. Not just any couch. It was her couch, and she was not alone. Tristan was holding her. No. It was more than holding. He was about to kiss her, but that's when she woke up.
"Damn alarm! Wait….did I want him to kiss me?"
Flashes from the night before suddenly came to Rory. Tristan's words rang out in her head.
"Sometimes, you just love someone so much that you would do anything for them. Even if it means staying apart from them and sacrificing your own happiness."
After Tristan had spoken, she had taken his hand. She hadn't known what else to do. And that simple but meaningful act had just seemed so..right. But then a silence fell over them.
"What's going on?" Rory couldn't help but question herself. She was so confused. "What was that last night? Well…it was…it was a moment. Just like the moment from that morning on the couch. Or the one last night after the pillow fight. Those moments when everything I thought I knew or felt suddenly came into question. Would we have kissed?" A battle over her emotions was waged in Rory's head.
Ever since that day when she thought back upon their one and only true kiss at Madeline's, the feel of Tristan's lips had been burning itself further and further into her brain. Throwing back the comforter and sitting up, Rory's mind was entranced with thoughts of that magical kiss.
Sighing, Rory got out of bed. After the long, strained silence, Rory had broken it by saying it was late and that she had better go to bed.
"Why are things so difficult?" she questioned herself. "Now, to top of the morning, it's off to Chilton….and off to face Tristan. Tristan. The same Tristan sleeping in the living room; sleeping on my couch." Her hand froze on the doorknob and Rory banged her forehead against the cold wooden door. "Why? Why?"
In the living room, Tristan was lying on the couch with his eyes closed. After the events and the almost kisses of the night before, he had had trouble sleeping for more than fifteen minutes at a time.
"What did it all mean?" He thought that Rory had seemed almost receptive at times. But maybe, he was wrong. Right now, he was just counting the moments until he would be able to see her again.
Rory slowly tiptoed out of her room and into the living room where she saw Tristan sleeping on the couch. At the mere sight of him, she stopped dead in her tracks, and her breath caught in her throat. There, before her, Tristan was lying shirtless, with a well-muscled arm thrown across his eyes. The thin blanket that had once been covering him was now falling recklessly off his body towards a heap on the floor. The scant cloth that was covering him failed to conceal his rock hard abs.
Tristan felt her eyes on him. He could always tell when she entered a room. Feigning sleep, he decided he would let her stare some more. "Maybe things are changing," he thought to himself, trying his best to keep a grin from spreading across his face.
After about a minute, he decided it was time to "wake up." Shifting on the make shift bed, he reached his arms above his head to stretch, startling Rory out of her haze.
Trying to remove the thoughts from her head, Rory shook her head and walked further into the room. "Morning sleepy head!" she said with a cherry voice, as if she hadn't just been checking out one of her best friends.
"Morning," he said with a smile as he rose to a standing position. The blanket slipped off and onto the floor.
Rory couldn't help but notice the rippling muscles of his back as he bent down to retrieve his shirt.
As Tristan pulled on his shirt, he saw the flash of disappointment on Rory's face. "Hmm…this is definitely new."
With a charming smile thrown her way, "Hey, I'm gonna go shower, ok?"
And with that, he walked out of the room leaving Rory to only stare after him, muttering, "Yeah."
Turning on the water, Tristan broke out into a full-fledged grin. "I'm definitely going to find out what's going on in that little head of Rory's if it's the last thing I do. Maybe there's a chance for us after all."
As she heard the water turn on, Rory stood rooted in place. "I think I'm falling in love with my best friend," she whispered to the empty room. She stared off into space before collapsing onto the still warm couch. The remnants of Tristan's body heat and his scent sent her hormones into overdrive. With a groan, she smothered her face with a cushion. "What am I getting myself into?"
End of Chapter 12
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