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"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 18
February 13
Rory tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear and slammed her locker shut, jumping slightly when Tristan's lounging figure appeared behind it. "Jesus, you scared me."
Tristan grinned slightly. "Sorry," he apologized, shrugging.
"No harm done," she muttered, leaning up to kiss him, shrieking when he in turn, pinned her to the row of lockers.
"What are we doing tomorrow?" He growled.
Rory stared at him in mock confusion. "Tomorrow? Whats tomorrow?"
"Rory," Tristan said warningly.
Grinning, she ducked out from under his arms and began walking towards the front doors, Tristan quickly fell into step beside her. "I don't know. Its Friday, so we'll have the weekly dinner, but after that its to be determined."
"No dinner," Tristan said as he tossed her backpack into the back of his car.
"What?"
"No dinner, " He repeated.
Rory eyed him suspiciously. "How is there no dinner tomorrow? We were strictly bound to Friday nights at my grandparents house, come hell or high water."
Tristan smiled smugly as he pulled out of the Chilton parking lot. "I simply asked your grandmother if I could perhaps, I don't know, take you out for a Valentine's Day dinner instead and she more then happily agreed."
"Uh oh." Rory sighed, leaning her head against the passengers side window.
Casting a look in her direction, Tristan gave her a weird look. "Uh oh, what?"
"My mom is not going to like this."
"She'll just have to get over it." Tristan said, winking.
*****
"No way, no how. You cannot expect me to go there alone! This is all your fault," Lorelai ranted, glaring at Tristan from across the table.
"Mom!" Rory exclaimed exasperatedly. "Come on, its our first Valentines Day together."
Crossing her arms across her chest, Lorelai frowned. "She's still mad at me for us sneaking out at Christmas. Christmas. That woman holds a grudge longer than anyone I've ever met. If I go in alone, you may never see me again."
"I'll do the laundry for a week," Rory offered, adding a grin for emphasis.
Lorelai bit her lower lip in contemplation. "Two. And you have to let me borrow that purple sparkly shirt Sookie got you for Christmas."
Rory sighed, glancing over at Tristan who merely shrugged. A lot of help he was. "Two weeks and a shirt for one measly dinner?"
"Life without me."
"Ugh, fine." Rory reluctantly gave in. Turning to Tristan, she shook her finger at him. "This better be one hell of a Valentines Day for this price."
Tristan grinned. "It will be."
*****
"Mom, where's my yellow shirt thing?" Rory yelled up the stairs, while trying to tie the back of her white tank top on her own.
The said item suddenly came flying down at her head and she caught it just short of being hit with it. "Thanks!" With shirt in hand, Rory skipped back to her room to finish getting ready. In the two short months they had been dating, she and Tristan had formed a solid, deep emotional bond. Something she never had with Dean. And her room reflected such, pictures of them adorning every free space on her dresser and desk, a forgotten sweatshirt of his carelessly thrown over her chair. Tonight they weren't just celebrating the day of lovers, but also a belated two month anniversary.
Once the yellow shirt was in place, Rory headed into the bathroom and fixed her hair and makeup, wrinkling her nose critically. Thankfully Lorelai bounced in then and proclaimed her gorgeous, then proceeded to push her out of the room and get ready herself. Fifteen minutes later, Rory pushed Lorelai out the front door with promises of keeping curfew and not doing anything she would, which was taken back two seconds later when Rory reminded her that there wasn't much she wouldn't do. Finally, after the jeep had pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the street, Rory returned to the house to get Tristan's gift out of her closet.
Smiling happily at the wrapped box, she went into the living room to wait. It was another twenty minutes, mostly of fussing over her hair and trying to calm her fizzled nerves, before he arrived. When the doorbell rang, Rory took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing before her was not the Tristan she was accustomed to. No, he was dolled up in a suit, tie and cummerbund included. Rory stared at him with her mouth hanging open. He smirked, having received the desired response. Holding a single red rose out to her, Tristan glanced her over, love spurting through every vein. Electricity shocked both of their systems as she took the flower and their fingers accidentally touched.
"Thank you," she murmured lowly, blushing at the intensity that was radiating from him.
"You're welcome," he responded, the same hushed tone.
Rory stepped aside, letting him in. "I'll put this in some water and then we can go."
Tristan nodded, following her into the kitchen. After the rose had been placed in a cup of water, he held his hand out to her, pulling her into him when she took it. Allowing every emotion he was feeling to be displayed on his face, he planted a tender kiss on her lips, murmuring a 'Happy Valentines Day' into her hair after parting. Rory merely echoed the sentiment.
"We should probably go," Tristan said, glancing at the clock. "Our reservations are in forty-minutes."
Rory smiled and let him take her hand and guide her out the door and into the awaiting car - well, rather, limo. She gazed up at him, her face contorted into surprise and confusion. "Tris?"
Tristan grinned and opened the door for her. "Tonight, you are royalty." He said gallantly, nudging her when she didn't get in right away.
Gasping slightly, Rory slid inside the vehicle, taking it in in all its glory. Excitedly, she glanced back at Tristan as he climbed in beside her. "I can't believe this. I've never been in a limo before."
"I know," Tristan said. "You mentioned it once. I thought it was about time we cured that misfortune."
"God, I love you," Rory exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest, letting the familiar scent overcome her.
Tristan kissed the top of her head, content just to have her in his arms. Eventually, he pried her from him so he could look at her face. "I have something for you."
Rory shook her head vehemently. "You've already given me way too much, Tris. I can't accept anymore."
Placing a sweet kiss on her hand, Tristan grinned. "Just accept this last thing and I promise I won't give you anything else."
Sighing, Rory leaned up against him. "Okay, fine."
His grin intensified as he handed her a very small, velvet box. Rory glanced up at him abruptly, her blue eyes touched with a hint of fear. Gulping, she opened it, an enormous smile spreading across her face when she saw what lie within. Leaning up, she kissed him soundly on the lips. "I will." She said.
Tristan pulled her to him and kissed her again, his hand getting lost in her hair. And laying, momentarily forgotten on the seat, was a box. Inside were two Valentine's candy hearts, one saying Baby and the other Be Mine?.
******
Finishito tomorrow! Until then.....
~ Shay
Feedback : Holy smoly, you guys rule. Thanks a million ! :)
A/N : Ah, the last chapter. Sweet, sappy, Troryness. Of course, theres still the epilogue, but we won't get into that until tomorrow. Enjoy :)
Chapter 18
February 13
Rory tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear and slammed her locker shut, jumping slightly when Tristan's lounging figure appeared behind it. "Jesus, you scared me."
Tristan grinned slightly. "Sorry," he apologized, shrugging.
"No harm done," she muttered, leaning up to kiss him, shrieking when he in turn, pinned her to the row of lockers.
"What are we doing tomorrow?" He growled.
Rory stared at him in mock confusion. "Tomorrow? Whats tomorrow?"
"Rory," Tristan said warningly.
Grinning, she ducked out from under his arms and began walking towards the front doors, Tristan quickly fell into step beside her. "I don't know. Its Friday, so we'll have the weekly dinner, but after that its to be determined."
"No dinner," Tristan said as he tossed her backpack into the back of his car.
"What?"
"No dinner, " He repeated.
Rory eyed him suspiciously. "How is there no dinner tomorrow? We were strictly bound to Friday nights at my grandparents house, come hell or high water."
Tristan smiled smugly as he pulled out of the Chilton parking lot. "I simply asked your grandmother if I could perhaps, I don't know, take you out for a Valentine's Day dinner instead and she more then happily agreed."
"Uh oh." Rory sighed, leaning her head against the passengers side window.
Casting a look in her direction, Tristan gave her a weird look. "Uh oh, what?"
"My mom is not going to like this."
"She'll just have to get over it." Tristan said, winking.
*****
"No way, no how. You cannot expect me to go there alone! This is all your fault," Lorelai ranted, glaring at Tristan from across the table.
"Mom!" Rory exclaimed exasperatedly. "Come on, its our first Valentines Day together."
Crossing her arms across her chest, Lorelai frowned. "She's still mad at me for us sneaking out at Christmas. Christmas. That woman holds a grudge longer than anyone I've ever met. If I go in alone, you may never see me again."
"I'll do the laundry for a week," Rory offered, adding a grin for emphasis.
Lorelai bit her lower lip in contemplation. "Two. And you have to let me borrow that purple sparkly shirt Sookie got you for Christmas."
Rory sighed, glancing over at Tristan who merely shrugged. A lot of help he was. "Two weeks and a shirt for one measly dinner?"
"Life without me."
"Ugh, fine." Rory reluctantly gave in. Turning to Tristan, she shook her finger at him. "This better be one hell of a Valentines Day for this price."
Tristan grinned. "It will be."
*****
"Mom, where's my yellow shirt thing?" Rory yelled up the stairs, while trying to tie the back of her white tank top on her own.
The said item suddenly came flying down at her head and she caught it just short of being hit with it. "Thanks!" With shirt in hand, Rory skipped back to her room to finish getting ready. In the two short months they had been dating, she and Tristan had formed a solid, deep emotional bond. Something she never had with Dean. And her room reflected such, pictures of them adorning every free space on her dresser and desk, a forgotten sweatshirt of his carelessly thrown over her chair. Tonight they weren't just celebrating the day of lovers, but also a belated two month anniversary.
Once the yellow shirt was in place, Rory headed into the bathroom and fixed her hair and makeup, wrinkling her nose critically. Thankfully Lorelai bounced in then and proclaimed her gorgeous, then proceeded to push her out of the room and get ready herself. Fifteen minutes later, Rory pushed Lorelai out the front door with promises of keeping curfew and not doing anything she would, which was taken back two seconds later when Rory reminded her that there wasn't much she wouldn't do. Finally, after the jeep had pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the street, Rory returned to the house to get Tristan's gift out of her closet.
Smiling happily at the wrapped box, she went into the living room to wait. It was another twenty minutes, mostly of fussing over her hair and trying to calm her fizzled nerves, before he arrived. When the doorbell rang, Rory took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing before her was not the Tristan she was accustomed to. No, he was dolled up in a suit, tie and cummerbund included. Rory stared at him with her mouth hanging open. He smirked, having received the desired response. Holding a single red rose out to her, Tristan glanced her over, love spurting through every vein. Electricity shocked both of their systems as she took the flower and their fingers accidentally touched.
"Thank you," she murmured lowly, blushing at the intensity that was radiating from him.
"You're welcome," he responded, the same hushed tone.
Rory stepped aside, letting him in. "I'll put this in some water and then we can go."
Tristan nodded, following her into the kitchen. After the rose had been placed in a cup of water, he held his hand out to her, pulling her into him when she took it. Allowing every emotion he was feeling to be displayed on his face, he planted a tender kiss on her lips, murmuring a 'Happy Valentines Day' into her hair after parting. Rory merely echoed the sentiment.
"We should probably go," Tristan said, glancing at the clock. "Our reservations are in forty-minutes."
Rory smiled and let him take her hand and guide her out the door and into the awaiting car - well, rather, limo. She gazed up at him, her face contorted into surprise and confusion. "Tris?"
Tristan grinned and opened the door for her. "Tonight, you are royalty." He said gallantly, nudging her when she didn't get in right away.
Gasping slightly, Rory slid inside the vehicle, taking it in in all its glory. Excitedly, she glanced back at Tristan as he climbed in beside her. "I can't believe this. I've never been in a limo before."
"I know," Tristan said. "You mentioned it once. I thought it was about time we cured that misfortune."
"God, I love you," Rory exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest, letting the familiar scent overcome her.
Tristan kissed the top of her head, content just to have her in his arms. Eventually, he pried her from him so he could look at her face. "I have something for you."
Rory shook her head vehemently. "You've already given me way too much, Tris. I can't accept anymore."
Placing a sweet kiss on her hand, Tristan grinned. "Just accept this last thing and I promise I won't give you anything else."
Sighing, Rory leaned up against him. "Okay, fine."
His grin intensified as he handed her a very small, velvet box. Rory glanced up at him abruptly, her blue eyes touched with a hint of fear. Gulping, she opened it, an enormous smile spreading across her face when she saw what lie within. Leaning up, she kissed him soundly on the lips. "I will." She said.
Tristan pulled her to him and kissed her again, his hand getting lost in her hair. And laying, momentarily forgotten on the seat, was a box. Inside were two Valentine's candy hearts, one saying Baby and the other Be Mine?.
******
Finishito tomorrow! Until then.....
~ Shay