AN – This chapter might be considered "r" but I think it will be the only one that will. I'm going to leave this story at PG-13, and if you won't read stories like this, skip this chapter and try to follow.
It had been exactly 4 months since Rory had moved to Manhattan. She and Tristan were still very much in love, and even more passionate.
They came in from a romantic dinner, and he had barely shut the door when their lips were locked onto each other's their hands roaming wildly over their bodies. They fell onto the couch, Tristan on top of her, and their kisses grew more intense, longer, their passion running electrically through their bodies. He got up, and picked her up, and they continued kissing, somehow, they made their way into his bedroom, and from their, into his bed.
Their passion was running wild, and Rory pulled her shirt off, and then she pulled his off. He kept kissing, and Rory thought, "This is how it starts." She toyed with his jeans, and pulled them off. He pulled her skirt off. He paused for a second, toying with the rim of her underwear, looking into her eyes for permission to remove them. She locked her mouth on his and he took it as a yes. Soon they were naked, but only innocently kissing, then, he ran his hands lower on her body, and she wanted him. He looked into her beautiful eyes, and she said, "I want you." He didn't pause. In those moments, she gave her virginity to a boy she had once hated, and now felt so much passion for.
"I might hurt you," he said, but she didn't want him to stop. They went, and then fell asleep, naked, and holding each other.
He woke up first, and the memory of the previous night came to him with the realization of Rory's body wrapped around his. He looked at her, wondering how fate had twisted to give him such a beautiful, perfect, woman. He ran his hands through her hair, and prayed that she wouldn't regret this. He prayed that this was the start of something more, prayed once more that he earn he privilege to be Rory Gilmore's husband. He kissed the top of her head, and realized that he had never felt this way before. Sex had been a game, one he was the champion of, but he now discovered he had been a pitiful loser of the game, because sex with this kind of emotion was a whole different level. This was love. She stirred. In a few minutes she would wake, he knew, and she would wake this time as a different Rory. He hoped she would still love him, be didn't want this to be bad for her. He knew he wasn't worthy, but he hoped she thought he was.
When she woke, she looked at him with wide eyes, and for a second he was afraid. But she kissed him, just a lover's peck, and said, "I love you." He never felt more love and passion then in this second. He loved her even more now then when he was making love to her. He loved the fact that the morning after was good, he loved that he loved her. He loved the fact that he was content with just holding her. He loved what she had done to him.
"I love you too, Mary."
She smiled at the pet name, and curled closer to him, although it seemed as if there was no such thing. The smiled, and held each other, until he rose, to get up and watch the sunrise. She got up too, and together they watched the sun rise and held each other, and they were very much in love.
They didn't want to stop holding each other, to let go, and they stayed until much after the sun was fully risen. They finally separated, to get dressed, and when she came out he was holding coffee for her. This was how she had imagined her future. Being so much in love, and then the handsome, rich, charming man who was in love with her held out coffee. They fulfilled each other's dreams and fantasies, even the ones they didn't know they had. They lay on the floor, and examined the ceiling, looking for pictures in it. They held hands as they walked around the house, and played old romantic songs, as the theme music for their morning after. The day was almost as wonderful as the night had been, their relationship at a whole new level.
They both felt a passion for each other, and they shared an undeniable feeling that this was the start of something beautiful, wonderful, and well worth all the trouble they had had to get to it. They loved each other. Their future seemed almost secure. They couldn't imagine not being together forever. That however, was about to change.