Authors Note: Hmm – Well although the Trory fluff is wonderful for Trory lovers, I have a point and direction for this story. Don't worry, there is still a few more fluffy chapters before we get to it, and hopefully plenty after! I'm a Trory after all!

Since they had not slept the night before, they were both about to collapse. They were trying to watch TV, but had ended up falling asleep, reclined into the expensive couch. The annoying ring of her cell phone woke them, and they reluctantly woke, and searched for it. It was Tristan who found it, and he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Tristan DuGrey, on Rory Gilmore's phone. Who is this?"

"Tell Rory its Bradley, and I need to speak with her."

The previous night, Tristan had learned all about Bradley and their twisted history.

"I think she's still asleep in my bed," he said and Rory punched him in the arm.


"What?"

"I guess I could get her for you, but we had a wild night last night, I think she's pretty tired."

He covered his laugh, and she muffled hers.

"Were talking about the same Rory Gilmore?"

"Rory Gilmore, your ex, my girlfriend?"

"You're her boyfriend?"

"Yes sir."

"Uh, could you, just uh have her call me later?"

"Will do."

He hung up, and they collapsed on the couch, in a fit of laughter.

"The poor guy," she said between giggles."

"He was stuttering so bad!" Tristan said, smiling.

"We're evil."

"Just call us Bonnie and Clyde."

She mimicked a country accent, "Clyde? Where be them gawsh darn hot doggies?"

"I dunno, Bonnie. Check with the cows?"

"This is what no sleep, and no coffee does to me."

"Yes I have a surprise for you, Starbucks runs our room service as far as coffee goes."

"Maybe I'll never leave."

He smiled, "don't."

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They both showered and dressed, and had a very late meal. She wore jeans and a huge sweatshirt, and he was wearing boxers.

"It's my first day here and we already look like an old married couple," she exclaimed.

"All that's missing is the sex."

She playfully hit him, and he tackled her onto the couch. They wrestled cutely, and as though they couldn't stop kissing, it ended in a steamy session of kissing.

She sat up, leaned her head against his shoulder and said, "Who needs sex, when kissing is like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, and went in for another round.

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Lorelei was sipping coffee at Luke's, thoroughly missing her daughter. She didn't see her that often anyway, but the fact that she was so far away was severely depressing, and coffee therapy was the only solution. She didn't hear the door ding, as a man entered the room. She didn't see Luke's frown turn even deeper. All she heard, was the sound of a familiar voice saying, "Hello Lorelei."

"Christopher!" she exclaimed, jumping up and hugging him.

"I realized I hadn't visited you in forever."

"It has been way to long."

"I know. I heard about Rory's new job. I knew you would be terribly depressed and thought that maybe I could cheer you up."

"It's a hard task Mr. Hayden."

"Well I'll see what I can do, Miss Gilmore."

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Rory and Tristan had gone out to a big lunch, and seemed inseperable. They sat in Central Park for a little bit, talking, and sharing memories of the years they had known each other before. When he kissed her, they heard a little girl tell her playmate that he did that because he loved her. They smiled. It seemed like a scene from a romantic movie, a painting, painted when an artist was in love, or even a romantic line from a song. Kissing in Central Park, high school "enemies" falling in love, the banquet, it all was so perfect. Rory was having the time of her life. She had a excellent new job, which she was sure she would love, and the most handsome, wonderful beau to ever be imagined.

He felt like everything was finally falling into place, he had doubtlessly always had the money, the charm, the looks, and even the intelligence, although he did a good job of hiding it. The slinky, slutty, money-grubbing blondes he normally held on his arm had fit in for a time, but the long-term picture had always involved a beautiful, intelligent, charming wife, all of which Rory was, and more, and beautiful children. Tristan had never wanted more to not only be possessive of his girlfriend, which he had always been, but he wanted to want as much as he was wanted. He wanted Rory all to himself, forever. He ran his fingers through her hair, and sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening, telling them that she was all he wanted.

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After Central Park they decided to have a night in, although Rory protested wanting to see the city. They rented movies, scary ones, and romantic comedies, whatever they grabbed, and bought candy and soda. Rory had never had a movie night without her mother before. She hoped the fact that this was happening meant something. She had convinced Tristan to watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with her, and she dialed her mother to tell her. Lorelei chastised her for enjoying Willy Wonka with Satan.

As she hung up the phone, Tristan grabbed her from the back and pulled her onto the couch.

"What did she say?" he said, rubbing her shoulders.

"That it's not nice to watch Willy Wonka with Satan"

"You never did explain that nick name to me."

"If I was Mary, then following along with the bible theme, you could only fit in as Satan."

"Where in the bible do Satan and Mary get together?"

"Nowhere."

"Then maybe we need new nicknames," he said slyly, tickling her sides.

She laughed, and said, "maybe so."

They cuddled on the couch, innocently and cutely. He kissed her head, and she laid her head on his shoulder. He ran his fingers through her hair, and she hid behind him during the scary movie. He had never enjoyed innocence so much with a girl. The cuddling, the kissing, had always just been foreplay with him. This time, what used to be foreplay was like, a relationship, and he liked it that way.

After the movies, they dared each other to a game of strip poker. He ended up in one sock and a pair of boxers, her in her bra and undies.

"2 more rounds would make the game worth playing," he said.

She got up, kissed him softly and whispered, "See you tomorrow."

He tried to kiss back but she left. He was left, once again in his boxers, staring off into space, deep in thought, wondering how Rory managed to always leave him wanting more, a talent he had always prided himself on having. Her sweatshirt, jeans, and shirt still lay on the ground. He picked them up, inhaling her scent. He reminded himself that she was his girlfriend. He was proud.