Disclaimer : Unless you've been in a coma since chapter one, things haven't changed. I still don't own anything.
A/N : Yay, I stopped being lazy. You can bow down and worship me now :)
"Don't Say You Love Me"
Chapter 15
"You're here!" Rory exclaimed, flying out of the house, and consequently nearly falling on a patch of ice. Tristan, however, caught her before she hit the ground.
"And this is why they don't have track in January. Be more careful, I don't want you to get hurt," Tristan said, steadying her on her feet.
Rory smiled innocently and snaked a hand around his neck, playing with the baby hairs that grew at the bottom of it. Tristan groaned in pleasure. Ever since she had found his sensitive spot, she tortured with him constantly. Standing up on her toes, she kissed his nose lovingly. "How can I get hurt? You're always there to catch me."
Tristan returned the smile and swept down to capture her lips in the sweetest kiss in the history of kisses. After much loving saliva swapping, the two parted, grinning like lovesick fools. They just stood there for a moment, staring at each other until Tristan noticed Rory was shivering. "You're not wearing a coat," he said accusingly.
"What can I say, I was excited to see you." Rory replied, pulling him towards the house.
Following her more then happily, the two found Lorelai admist a maze of cardboard boxes. "Why hello Evil Bible Boy who is stealing my only offspring away from me."
Tristan smirked. "I'm not stealing anything. She just likes me better than you."
Lorelai's mouth dropped open and she glared at him. Rory surpressed a laugh. "Never utter such words in my presence if you value your head. And you, missy," she turned to Rory. "If there is any grain of truth to that, don't think for a moment, I wont mount your pretty little head right next to his."
Rory merely grinned and Tristan coughed. Lorelai watched them for a second before breaking down into a smile. "Now, when are the movers going to be here? I hope you got a large truck, because somehow my daughter managed to collect a grand total of 53 boxes full of stuff over the past twenty-three years."
Glancing around, Tristan shook his head in amusement. "They'll be here around five. Then we have exactly two hours and thirty minutes to get everything in the truck, to Hartford and out of the truck."
"Ooh, a mission," Lorelai said, clapping her hands. "Interesting."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Theres actually only 50 boxes. The other three are suitcases."
"Details, details." Lorelai dismissed that comment. "Now, before you go, I must present you with a housewarming gift. Come, follow me," she said, leading them out the backdoor and into the tool shed in the backyard. Tristan and Rory glanced at each other confusingly. They watched as she tiptoed inside the shed and emerged with two large boxes, decked out in colorful, "its a girl" wrapping paper.
"Um, Mom?"
"Hush, child."
"But the paper - "
"It is a girl."
"It? Please don't tell me you've wrapped some poor helpless animal in there," Rory begged.
Lorelai waved her hand, pushing that comment away. "Back to the house. Too cold out here. Open inside."
Turning back to the house, the two obediently marched back inside with Lorelai following at their heels. Once they all were settled inside, Lorelai set the larger of the two boxes in front of them. "Go ahead," she urged.
Sharing a frightened look, Rory hesitantly reached out and pulled the box closer to herself and Tristan. At her mothers expectant look, she slowly began to pull the paper off. Tristan started on the other side and it wasn't long before the paper had been discarded to reveal the essential object for a Gilmore's being. A coffee maker. Rory squealed with delight, jumping up and hugging her mother. Tristan sat back with a bemused look on his face. After a few moments of celebrating, Lorelai caught the expression.
"You're rude."
"I'm rude?" Tristan asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, you're rude. I buy you this amazing source of life and you can't even say thank you. Did you not learn manners as a child?"
Tristan grinned. "Thank you, Lorelai."
Lorelai return the smile. "You're welcome, Tristan," she said with the same sarcastic, yet playful tone.
Rory flopped back down in her previous position next to Tristan. "I wanna know whats in the other one," she declared.
"Open!"
With a look of mock concentration on her visage, Rory picked up the other package, surprised by its lightness. Turning it over a few times in her hands, she gazed over at her mom who was watching intently. Glancing up, she saw that Tristan too, was waiting for her to open it. The child in her took over and she eagerly ripped into the gift, bursting into laughter when she saw what lay within the wrapping paper. Holding it up for Tristan to see, she stuck out her tongue.
"Lookie what we have here."
Tristan groaned and threw an amused look at Lorelai, who had joined her daughter in the laughter. "I thought we agreed, no fuzzy pink blankets?"
*****
"No, no over there!" Rory called to the mover who was dragging her dresser into her new home. Ignoring her, the man pushed it into another room. She sighed as a pair of arms came around her waist.
"You're stressing about this way too much, Mar," Tristan whispered in her ear, sending shivers up her spine.
Rory leaned back in his embrace, relishing in the warmth that spread throughout her body as she did. Wrapped up with him like this, she felt safe. The only other place she truly felt safe, was with her mother. Not even Dean had accomplished such a feeling during their two and a half years together. "I know. I just don't want to have to spend all of tonight putting things together. Its our first night of living together, I thought we should celebrate."
Tristan nuzzled her neck. "We can still celebrate if everythings not in order. We've got all weekend to do that."
"Mmm," Rory murmured, finding herself lost in his kisses.
"You know, maybe we shouldn't be doing this out here," Tristan said with a chuckle.
Coming to her senses, Rory glanced around. From where they stood in the driveway they could see an elderly woman, their neighbor staring at them disapprovingly from her window. Giggling, she rolled her eyes. "I guess you're right."
Tristan let her go, feeling suddenly incomplete. Turning around, he motioned towards the moving truck. "We should probably lend a hand."
Nodding, Rory grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the vehicle.
*****
"This is incredible," Rory breathed, taking in her surroundings. The two rooms they had managed to somewhat put together, the bedroom and the living room, were lit by candlelight and Tristan had lit a fire in the fireplace.
Wrapping one arm protectively around her shoulders, Tristan kissed her head. "Get used to it, babe. I get the feeling that theres gonna be a lot of incredible nights here."
The sexual indication wasn't lost on her and Rory blushed, ducking her head out from underneath his arm. Tristan wouldn't allow her to hide though, and gently lifted her chin with a finger. "Ror.."
"Shh," Rory interrupted, scooting into his arms. "I know."
Tristan grinned, kissing her deeply, as if it were his only way to show her how much he loved her. In a way, it was. They weren't ready for a physical relationship, he knew and accepted that and he wasn't sure if she was ready for him to let his true feelings pour from his heart. So he tried to show her in any way he could. And that usually consisted of kissing.
Mumbling incoherently, Rory pulled away with a blissful smile on her lips. "You're too good to me."
"Yeah, I know."
"Ugh, way to ruin the moment," Rory joked, punching his shoulder softly. "Ego check, please."
Smirking, Tristan shrugged. "Thats me, babe. Take it or leave it."
"I think I'll take it," Rory whispered, leaning up to kiss him again.
Tristan immediately deepened it, surprised when Rory pulled him down on top of her. Breaking off the contact, he gazed at her questioningly. "Ror...?"
"Can't a girl get a little good tonsil hockey action once in awhile?" She asked, pouting playfully.
Chuckling lowly, Tristan could only nod and bring his lips back to hers. In their own, special way, the two "celebrated" til the early morning light.
*****
'K. Trory goodness, sappy crap, mushy stuffs and all that jazz. Conflict is heading their way, can they handle it? Only way to find out is.... wait for the next chapter! Awww. Won't be long though, its almost done now, so maybe Sunday or so. Byee!
Shay
A/N : Yay, I stopped being lazy. You can bow down and worship me now :)
Chapter 15
"You're here!" Rory exclaimed, flying out of the house, and consequently nearly falling on a patch of ice. Tristan, however, caught her before she hit the ground.
"And this is why they don't have track in January. Be more careful, I don't want you to get hurt," Tristan said, steadying her on her feet.
Rory smiled innocently and snaked a hand around his neck, playing with the baby hairs that grew at the bottom of it. Tristan groaned in pleasure. Ever since she had found his sensitive spot, she tortured with him constantly. Standing up on her toes, she kissed his nose lovingly. "How can I get hurt? You're always there to catch me."
Tristan returned the smile and swept down to capture her lips in the sweetest kiss in the history of kisses. After much loving saliva swapping, the two parted, grinning like lovesick fools. They just stood there for a moment, staring at each other until Tristan noticed Rory was shivering. "You're not wearing a coat," he said accusingly.
"What can I say, I was excited to see you." Rory replied, pulling him towards the house.
Following her more then happily, the two found Lorelai admist a maze of cardboard boxes. "Why hello Evil Bible Boy who is stealing my only offspring away from me."
Tristan smirked. "I'm not stealing anything. She just likes me better than you."
Lorelai's mouth dropped open and she glared at him. Rory surpressed a laugh. "Never utter such words in my presence if you value your head. And you, missy," she turned to Rory. "If there is any grain of truth to that, don't think for a moment, I wont mount your pretty little head right next to his."
Rory merely grinned and Tristan coughed. Lorelai watched them for a second before breaking down into a smile. "Now, when are the movers going to be here? I hope you got a large truck, because somehow my daughter managed to collect a grand total of 53 boxes full of stuff over the past twenty-three years."
Glancing around, Tristan shook his head in amusement. "They'll be here around five. Then we have exactly two hours and thirty minutes to get everything in the truck, to Hartford and out of the truck."
"Ooh, a mission," Lorelai said, clapping her hands. "Interesting."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Theres actually only 50 boxes. The other three are suitcases."
"Details, details." Lorelai dismissed that comment. "Now, before you go, I must present you with a housewarming gift. Come, follow me," she said, leading them out the backdoor and into the tool shed in the backyard. Tristan and Rory glanced at each other confusingly. They watched as she tiptoed inside the shed and emerged with two large boxes, decked out in colorful, "its a girl" wrapping paper.
"Um, Mom?"
"Hush, child."
"But the paper - "
"It is a girl."
"It? Please don't tell me you've wrapped some poor helpless animal in there," Rory begged.
Lorelai waved her hand, pushing that comment away. "Back to the house. Too cold out here. Open inside."
Turning back to the house, the two obediently marched back inside with Lorelai following at their heels. Once they all were settled inside, Lorelai set the larger of the two boxes in front of them. "Go ahead," she urged.
Sharing a frightened look, Rory hesitantly reached out and pulled the box closer to herself and Tristan. At her mothers expectant look, she slowly began to pull the paper off. Tristan started on the other side and it wasn't long before the paper had been discarded to reveal the essential object for a Gilmore's being. A coffee maker. Rory squealed with delight, jumping up and hugging her mother. Tristan sat back with a bemused look on his face. After a few moments of celebrating, Lorelai caught the expression.
"You're rude."
"I'm rude?" Tristan asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, you're rude. I buy you this amazing source of life and you can't even say thank you. Did you not learn manners as a child?"
Tristan grinned. "Thank you, Lorelai."
Lorelai return the smile. "You're welcome, Tristan," she said with the same sarcastic, yet playful tone.
Rory flopped back down in her previous position next to Tristan. "I wanna know whats in the other one," she declared.
"Open!"
With a look of mock concentration on her visage, Rory picked up the other package, surprised by its lightness. Turning it over a few times in her hands, she gazed over at her mom who was watching intently. Glancing up, she saw that Tristan too, was waiting for her to open it. The child in her took over and she eagerly ripped into the gift, bursting into laughter when she saw what lay within the wrapping paper. Holding it up for Tristan to see, she stuck out her tongue.
"Lookie what we have here."
Tristan groaned and threw an amused look at Lorelai, who had joined her daughter in the laughter. "I thought we agreed, no fuzzy pink blankets?"
*****
"No, no over there!" Rory called to the mover who was dragging her dresser into her new home. Ignoring her, the man pushed it into another room. She sighed as a pair of arms came around her waist.
"You're stressing about this way too much, Mar," Tristan whispered in her ear, sending shivers up her spine.
Rory leaned back in his embrace, relishing in the warmth that spread throughout her body as she did. Wrapped up with him like this, she felt safe. The only other place she truly felt safe, was with her mother. Not even Dean had accomplished such a feeling during their two and a half years together. "I know. I just don't want to have to spend all of tonight putting things together. Its our first night of living together, I thought we should celebrate."
Tristan nuzzled her neck. "We can still celebrate if everythings not in order. We've got all weekend to do that."
"Mmm," Rory murmured, finding herself lost in his kisses.
"You know, maybe we shouldn't be doing this out here," Tristan said with a chuckle.
Coming to her senses, Rory glanced around. From where they stood in the driveway they could see an elderly woman, their neighbor staring at them disapprovingly from her window. Giggling, she rolled her eyes. "I guess you're right."
Tristan let her go, feeling suddenly incomplete. Turning around, he motioned towards the moving truck. "We should probably lend a hand."
Nodding, Rory grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the vehicle.
*****
"This is incredible," Rory breathed, taking in her surroundings. The two rooms they had managed to somewhat put together, the bedroom and the living room, were lit by candlelight and Tristan had lit a fire in the fireplace.
Wrapping one arm protectively around her shoulders, Tristan kissed her head. "Get used to it, babe. I get the feeling that theres gonna be a lot of incredible nights here."
The sexual indication wasn't lost on her and Rory blushed, ducking her head out from underneath his arm. Tristan wouldn't allow her to hide though, and gently lifted her chin with a finger. "Ror.."
"Shh," Rory interrupted, scooting into his arms. "I know."
Tristan grinned, kissing her deeply, as if it were his only way to show her how much he loved her. In a way, it was. They weren't ready for a physical relationship, he knew and accepted that and he wasn't sure if she was ready for him to let his true feelings pour from his heart. So he tried to show her in any way he could. And that usually consisted of kissing.
Mumbling incoherently, Rory pulled away with a blissful smile on her lips. "You're too good to me."
"Yeah, I know."
"Ugh, way to ruin the moment," Rory joked, punching his shoulder softly. "Ego check, please."
Smirking, Tristan shrugged. "Thats me, babe. Take it or leave it."
"I think I'll take it," Rory whispered, leaning up to kiss him again.
Tristan immediately deepened it, surprised when Rory pulled him down on top of her. Breaking off the contact, he gazed at her questioningly. "Ror...?"
"Can't a girl get a little good tonsil hockey action once in awhile?" She asked, pouting playfully.
Chuckling lowly, Tristan could only nod and bring his lips back to hers. In their own, special way, the two "celebrated" til the early morning light.
*****
'K. Trory goodness, sappy crap, mushy stuffs and all that jazz. Conflict is heading their way, can they handle it? Only way to find out is.... wait for the next chapter! Awww. Won't be long though, its almost done now, so maybe Sunday or so. Byee!
Shay