Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - violence, maybe a little swearing
DISCLAIMER - Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB own the characters and the show. All that's mine is this story.
Rory sat on the couch, her feet up. "Tristan, I want coffee."
Tristan frowned. "Rory, we got kidnapped. Kidnapped. And you want coffee. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Rory grinned at him. "Oh, I'm over the whole kidnapping thing. My headache's gone. You're here. And, after all, I'm pregnant. It's your fault. And school calls."
Tristan sighed. "You have got to be joking. You were kidnapped. It was the scariest experience of your life. And you are over it? Rory, you amaze me."
Rory smiled. "Yeah, okay. Sure. Tristan, the kidnapping is over. It's okay now. You are here to serve me. Now serve."
Tristan leaned against the wall, acting casual. "What do I get for my services?" He leered at her.
Rory grinned. "I'll call you Adonis. And if you're really good, you get a kiss."
Tristan beamed at her. "I'll be at Luke's."
"Luke."
Luke turned around to see Tristan standing there, a fifty-dollar bill in his hands. Luke chuckled. "Tristan, this is a diner. A fifty is a little much."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Rory's craving coffee."
Luke shook his head, clearly amused. "Oh, coffee for a Gilmore. That's a whole different category. So… do you like Rory?"
Tristan looked up, startled. Quickly, he regained his composure. "Do you like Lorelai?"
Luke grinned. "Answering a question with a question, are we?"
Tristan sighed. "Yep, or you could look at it as the answer to your question."
Luke shook his head. "What are we going to do? Those Gilmore women are dangerous to our health."
Tristan laughed. "Tell me about it."
"So, what are you going to do?"
Tristan grinned. "Service her every need."
Tristan reentered the Gilmore house, smiling. "I bear gifts."
Rory eyed him suspiciously. "What kind of gifts?"
"Fifty dollars worth of coffee."
Rory's face lit up. "Ooh, Tristan, I want."
Tristan snorted. "You want me or the coffee?"
Rory eyed him contemptuously. Then her face broke out in a grin. "Coffee. As for you, maybe I can make do."
She started to walk away but Tristan grabbed her arm, stopping her. Upon the simple touch, tingles flooded through both of them. "Did I earn my prize," Tristan asked, his voice deep and a bit husky.
Rory's lips curved up into a smile. "You did." Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him closer to him. When their lips were just mere inches apart, Tristan's eyes closed heavily. Rory opened her mouth and Tristan moaned in anticipation. She came closer, and when her lips were so close he could almost feel them on his, she opened her mouth. "Adonis." She giggled gleefully and jumped back. "Gotcha."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "What, are we back in second grade?"
Rory grinned. "I know you are but what am I?"
Tristan laughed lightly. "You make no sense."
Rory came closer to him. When she stood tantalizingly close to him, she asked again, her voice softer, "I know you are but what am I?"
Tristan looked into her eyes. "Beautiful, smart, perfect, and… damn sexy," he said with his trademark leer before crushing his lips to hers. Quickly, they were lost in the kiss. Rory, taken by surprise, grasped the front of his shirt, sure if he was not holding her up, she would fall. Her knees would give out. Tristan's hands tangled in Rory's hair, moving with a fervor of their own. Her mouth opened and his tongue invaded, bringing the kiss to a level of passion neither was familiar with. Rory ran her hands up and down Tristan's chest, exploring his finely sculpted muscles. His lips found their way to her cheeks, and he kissed her finely chiseled cheekbones. Bringing his hot lips to her neck, he sucked, needing to claim her. She moaned as he left his mark on her skin. Tristan froze when her hands snaked under his shirt. Using all his willpower, his pried her hands of his body. "Rory, slow down."
Rory halted in her attack of his body. "Why, Tristan? I-I lo-."
Tristan placed his fingers over her lips. "Don't say it. You don't mean it. And we can't do this. You'll regret it."
Rory sighed, stepping away from him. "Yeah, I know." Meeting his eyes, she added, "I'm sorry, Tristan."
Tristan stopped. "Why, what, Rory, no."
Rory nodded. "I shouldn't have done that. It was rude. Now, you can go back to your life. I'm sorry. I know it didn't mean anything. It was just spur of the moment, you know. It's not like I really care for you. I just needed someone. I used you. I'm sorry."
Tristan nodded, although his heart was breaking. "I understand. Rory, believe me, I understand. Well, I should start the homework I missed. I'll see you at dinner." Tristan turned slowly, dejectedly heading up the stairs to work on English. He sighed. He should have known it was too good to be true.
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - violence, maybe a little swearing
DISCLAIMER - Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB own the characters and the show. All that's mine is this story.
Rory sat on the couch, her feet up. "Tristan, I want coffee."
Tristan frowned. "Rory, we got kidnapped. Kidnapped. And you want coffee. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Rory grinned at him. "Oh, I'm over the whole kidnapping thing. My headache's gone. You're here. And, after all, I'm pregnant. It's your fault. And school calls."
Tristan sighed. "You have got to be joking. You were kidnapped. It was the scariest experience of your life. And you are over it? Rory, you amaze me."
Rory smiled. "Yeah, okay. Sure. Tristan, the kidnapping is over. It's okay now. You are here to serve me. Now serve."
Tristan leaned against the wall, acting casual. "What do I get for my services?" He leered at her.
Rory grinned. "I'll call you Adonis. And if you're really good, you get a kiss."
Tristan beamed at her. "I'll be at Luke's."
"Luke."
Luke turned around to see Tristan standing there, a fifty-dollar bill in his hands. Luke chuckled. "Tristan, this is a diner. A fifty is a little much."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Rory's craving coffee."
Luke shook his head, clearly amused. "Oh, coffee for a Gilmore. That's a whole different category. So… do you like Rory?"
Tristan looked up, startled. Quickly, he regained his composure. "Do you like Lorelai?"
Luke grinned. "Answering a question with a question, are we?"
Tristan sighed. "Yep, or you could look at it as the answer to your question."
Luke shook his head. "What are we going to do? Those Gilmore women are dangerous to our health."
Tristan laughed. "Tell me about it."
"So, what are you going to do?"
Tristan grinned. "Service her every need."
Tristan reentered the Gilmore house, smiling. "I bear gifts."
Rory eyed him suspiciously. "What kind of gifts?"
"Fifty dollars worth of coffee."
Rory's face lit up. "Ooh, Tristan, I want."
Tristan snorted. "You want me or the coffee?"
Rory eyed him contemptuously. Then her face broke out in a grin. "Coffee. As for you, maybe I can make do."
She started to walk away but Tristan grabbed her arm, stopping her. Upon the simple touch, tingles flooded through both of them. "Did I earn my prize," Tristan asked, his voice deep and a bit husky.
Rory's lips curved up into a smile. "You did." Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him closer to him. When their lips were just mere inches apart, Tristan's eyes closed heavily. Rory opened her mouth and Tristan moaned in anticipation. She came closer, and when her lips were so close he could almost feel them on his, she opened her mouth. "Adonis." She giggled gleefully and jumped back. "Gotcha."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "What, are we back in second grade?"
Rory grinned. "I know you are but what am I?"
Tristan laughed lightly. "You make no sense."
Rory came closer to him. When she stood tantalizingly close to him, she asked again, her voice softer, "I know you are but what am I?"
Tristan looked into her eyes. "Beautiful, smart, perfect, and… damn sexy," he said with his trademark leer before crushing his lips to hers. Quickly, they were lost in the kiss. Rory, taken by surprise, grasped the front of his shirt, sure if he was not holding her up, she would fall. Her knees would give out. Tristan's hands tangled in Rory's hair, moving with a fervor of their own. Her mouth opened and his tongue invaded, bringing the kiss to a level of passion neither was familiar with. Rory ran her hands up and down Tristan's chest, exploring his finely sculpted muscles. His lips found their way to her cheeks, and he kissed her finely chiseled cheekbones. Bringing his hot lips to her neck, he sucked, needing to claim her. She moaned as he left his mark on her skin. Tristan froze when her hands snaked under his shirt. Using all his willpower, his pried her hands of his body. "Rory, slow down."
Rory halted in her attack of his body. "Why, Tristan? I-I lo-."
Tristan placed his fingers over her lips. "Don't say it. You don't mean it. And we can't do this. You'll regret it."
Rory sighed, stepping away from him. "Yeah, I know." Meeting his eyes, she added, "I'm sorry, Tristan."
Tristan stopped. "Why, what, Rory, no."
Rory nodded. "I shouldn't have done that. It was rude. Now, you can go back to your life. I'm sorry. I know it didn't mean anything. It was just spur of the moment, you know. It's not like I really care for you. I just needed someone. I used you. I'm sorry."
Tristan nodded, although his heart was breaking. "I understand. Rory, believe me, I understand. Well, I should start the homework I missed. I'll see you at dinner." Tristan turned slowly, dejectedly heading up the stairs to work on English. He sighed. He should have known it was too good to be true.