I'm back! Alright, let's finish this thing. Hey Mafia person, if you're still reading this and you bring it up ever, I will deny all knowledge. =) Cherry, thanks for the word(s) of encouragement. LOL! Sorry it's so pathetically short...unfortunately I tend to be very concise and to the point when I write...I'm really working on that!
I Miss You
Chapter 6: (that) You Feel the Same As I Do
He lounges on her bed as she studies herself in the mirror. She is already wearing the fairy princess ball gown. She experiments with her curled hair, trying to decide whether to put it up or leave it down. She catches his subtle smirk in the mirror and turns to glare at him playfully.
"Some of us just can't throw on a tux and walk out the door you know."
"Did I say anything?" he asks innocently.
"Your facial expressions need no explanation," she says, rolling her eyes. She fumbles around her dresser, searching for the jeweled clips she knows are there somewhere. "Aha!" she cries triumphantly. "There you are!"
He smiles tenderly at her back and sinks further into the downy softness of her bed. He unsuccessfully tries to suppress a yawn. He hasn't even begun to dress yet. He is still wearing the khakis and collared shirt he arrived in. He allows himself to drift into a light sleep, physically preparing himself for an evening of loud music and dancing.
She catches him dozing, but doesn't wake him. It's not just any guy who will fly up just to take you to something as silly as a spring formal, she reminds herself. She hadn't even wanted to go, not really, but he had talked her into it over the phone. "It'll be fun," he had promised. "A chance to let loose and have a good time."
Her mother had been thrilled when she had called and told her she needed a dress. She had driven all the way to Cambridge on a whim one weekend to take Rory dress shopping. Gone are the days of her mother making her dresses. Ever since she and Sookie had opened up the B&B, free time had become a luxury.
She carefully pins up a few of the curls. When she is satisfied with the effect, she fastens a glittering strand of gems, a Valentine's Day present from him, around her neck. She is ready to go. Except...time to wake up Sleeping Beauty.
She sweeps over to the side of the bed, biting her lip to keep from giggling. This is too funny. Shouldn't he be the one to wake her with a kiss? She settles herself on the edge of the bed. He stirs, but sleeps on. She drinks in the sight of him. His lips are parted slightly in sleep and the amazing blue eyes are hidden behind his closed eyelids. He has a content, peaceful expression on his face. She pauses briefly, then leans over and lays one on him. He responds immediately. He begins to pull her down to him as his tongue slowly explores her mouth.
"Oh no you don't," she says, pulling away. "I'm not going to redo my hair because of you."
He pouts, but his eyes light up in amusement.
"C'mon, Sleeping Beauty," she chirps. "Rise and shine."
He immediately rolls out of bed and retrieves his garment bag off a chair. As he begins to shut the bathroom door, she calls "Wash your face! You're wearing more lipstick than I am!"
He drags the back of his hand across his lips and inspects it. "I'll be out in five minutes," he predicts.
True to his word, he emerges five minutes later, lipstick free. He offers her his arm and they depart. "You look beautiful," he whispers in her ear.
"So do you," she smirks.
***
Half an hour later, they gently sway back and forth, in perfect time with the soft ballad. They stand tightly drawn to each other. One arm encircles her waist while the other clasps her hand to his heart. She leans her head against his shoulder and the delicate scent of her hair wafts its way to his nose. He thinks that it's not humanly possible for anyone to love anything as much as he loves the girl in his arms.
As if hearing his thoughts, she lifts her head and looks deeply into his eyes. The rest of the room melts away as their lips meld together in a breathtaking kiss. It goes on forever but is over in a second. They break apart, panting. Tingles shoot up and down his spine and she grabs onto his shoulders to keep her weak knees from giving out. Her face is flushed but her eyes sparkle luminously. He is wearing her lipstick again.
"I think that's a great color on you."
He smiles widely. "C'mere!" He draws her close to him once more. "You take my breath away," he whispers in her ear.
She smiles into his shoulder. "You feel the same as I do."
They dance the night away.
***
Late that night, they return to Rory's room. Tristin is exhausted. He immediately heads for the bed, shedding his jacket and bow tie. Rory heads for the bathroom and emerges in her pajamas. She approaches the bed and sees him sprawled out on top of the blankets. She gently and efficiently removes his shoes and nudges him over to one side. She climbs in beside him. Not two minutes later, he burrows under the covers and snuggles up next to her. He throws one arm possessively over her middle and his legs tangle with hers. His breathes grow deeper and Rory is sure he is asleep. Then he speaks.
"Ror?"
"Hmmm?"
"Do you think we'll always be this happy?"
"I'm counting on it," she replies softly. She sleeps.
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I Miss You
Chapter 6: (that) You Feel the Same As I Do
He lounges on her bed as she studies herself in the mirror. She is already wearing the fairy princess ball gown. She experiments with her curled hair, trying to decide whether to put it up or leave it down. She catches his subtle smirk in the mirror and turns to glare at him playfully.
"Some of us just can't throw on a tux and walk out the door you know."
"Did I say anything?" he asks innocently.
"Your facial expressions need no explanation," she says, rolling her eyes. She fumbles around her dresser, searching for the jeweled clips she knows are there somewhere. "Aha!" she cries triumphantly. "There you are!"
He smiles tenderly at her back and sinks further into the downy softness of her bed. He unsuccessfully tries to suppress a yawn. He hasn't even begun to dress yet. He is still wearing the khakis and collared shirt he arrived in. He allows himself to drift into a light sleep, physically preparing himself for an evening of loud music and dancing.
She catches him dozing, but doesn't wake him. It's not just any guy who will fly up just to take you to something as silly as a spring formal, she reminds herself. She hadn't even wanted to go, not really, but he had talked her into it over the phone. "It'll be fun," he had promised. "A chance to let loose and have a good time."
Her mother had been thrilled when she had called and told her she needed a dress. She had driven all the way to Cambridge on a whim one weekend to take Rory dress shopping. Gone are the days of her mother making her dresses. Ever since she and Sookie had opened up the B&B, free time had become a luxury.
She carefully pins up a few of the curls. When she is satisfied with the effect, she fastens a glittering strand of gems, a Valentine's Day present from him, around her neck. She is ready to go. Except...time to wake up Sleeping Beauty.
She sweeps over to the side of the bed, biting her lip to keep from giggling. This is too funny. Shouldn't he be the one to wake her with a kiss? She settles herself on the edge of the bed. He stirs, but sleeps on. She drinks in the sight of him. His lips are parted slightly in sleep and the amazing blue eyes are hidden behind his closed eyelids. He has a content, peaceful expression on his face. She pauses briefly, then leans over and lays one on him. He responds immediately. He begins to pull her down to him as his tongue slowly explores her mouth.
"Oh no you don't," she says, pulling away. "I'm not going to redo my hair because of you."
He pouts, but his eyes light up in amusement.
"C'mon, Sleeping Beauty," she chirps. "Rise and shine."
He immediately rolls out of bed and retrieves his garment bag off a chair. As he begins to shut the bathroom door, she calls "Wash your face! You're wearing more lipstick than I am!"
He drags the back of his hand across his lips and inspects it. "I'll be out in five minutes," he predicts.
True to his word, he emerges five minutes later, lipstick free. He offers her his arm and they depart. "You look beautiful," he whispers in her ear.
"So do you," she smirks.
***
Half an hour later, they gently sway back and forth, in perfect time with the soft ballad. They stand tightly drawn to each other. One arm encircles her waist while the other clasps her hand to his heart. She leans her head against his shoulder and the delicate scent of her hair wafts its way to his nose. He thinks that it's not humanly possible for anyone to love anything as much as he loves the girl in his arms.
As if hearing his thoughts, she lifts her head and looks deeply into his eyes. The rest of the room melts away as their lips meld together in a breathtaking kiss. It goes on forever but is over in a second. They break apart, panting. Tingles shoot up and down his spine and she grabs onto his shoulders to keep her weak knees from giving out. Her face is flushed but her eyes sparkle luminously. He is wearing her lipstick again.
"I think that's a great color on you."
He smiles widely. "C'mere!" He draws her close to him once more. "You take my breath away," he whispers in her ear.
She smiles into his shoulder. "You feel the same as I do."
They dance the night away.
***
Late that night, they return to Rory's room. Tristin is exhausted. He immediately heads for the bed, shedding his jacket and bow tie. Rory heads for the bathroom and emerges in her pajamas. She approaches the bed and sees him sprawled out on top of the blankets. She gently and efficiently removes his shoes and nudges him over to one side. She climbs in beside him. Not two minutes later, he burrows under the covers and snuggles up next to her. He throws one arm possessively over her middle and his legs tangle with hers. His breathes grow deeper and Rory is sure he is asleep. Then he speaks.
"Ror?"
"Hmmm?"
"Do you think we'll always be this happy?"
"I'm counting on it," she replies softly. She sleeps.
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