Disclaimer: Okay well I own none of the characters, people, ect. But good
lord if I owned Tristan! Oh imagine the possibilities!!!
A/N: Hello to all my loyal readers well so sorry for the delay kinda had a long couple of weeks!!! So Anywho after a very kind review that made me think maybe I should update here we go...
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Chapter Six: Then the Morning Comes
"At last, my love has come along. My lonely days are over, and life is like a song."
Rory slowly opened her eyes from a dreamy sleep. She was facing away from the large bay windows shielding her eyes from the mid after noon light. She sucked in a deep breath and smiled. She was replaying the events of the morning over in her mind. She remembered how safe she felt in his strong arms. How his warm kisses sent chills through her body. She slowly rolled over to face him but when she looked he was gone. She sat up and looked around the room. He was now where in sight.
Rory sank back down into the large bed. She looked at his pillow and smiled. She rolled her face into to it. She inhaled his sent and closed her eyes. She sat up again and grabbed a pair of sweats and an oversized Harvard sweater and threw them on over her pajamas. She grabbed a pencil while brushing her teeth, and threw her hair in to a bun as she walked down the hall. She stopped at his door and thought for a second 'okay only here to talk. Nothing more! Nothing at all.' She knocked twice and waited. She heard footsteps and the door swung open.
There he was in a wife beater and shorts. His hair was messy and he looked so good she had to blink to make sure he was real. He smirked and leaned against the door frame. He was looking at her like she was beautiful. 'Okay here to talk.'
"Hey," was all she could manage and looked at the ground.
"Hey Mary." Now there was something about that name. She didn't know what it was. It had this power over her and she couldn't fight him. The thing that scared her was he knew it. She felt the tears flowing down her cheeks but she didn't fight them. She looked up at him and into his eyes. "Rory what's wrong?" He grabbed her face with his hands and wiped her tears away. Before he knew it she was kissing him like she was desperate to feel something. When she pulled away she nuzzled her face in between his neck and cried. He could feel the hot tears and he held her. She was saying something but he couldn't understand. She pulled away from his neck and whispered five words he would never forget.
"Tristan, will you love me?"
A/N: Okay REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!
A/N: Hello to all my loyal readers well so sorry for the delay kinda had a long couple of weeks!!! So Anywho after a very kind review that made me think maybe I should update here we go...
Going
Chapter Six: Then the Morning Comes
"At last, my love has come along. My lonely days are over, and life is like a song."
Rory slowly opened her eyes from a dreamy sleep. She was facing away from the large bay windows shielding her eyes from the mid after noon light. She sucked in a deep breath and smiled. She was replaying the events of the morning over in her mind. She remembered how safe she felt in his strong arms. How his warm kisses sent chills through her body. She slowly rolled over to face him but when she looked he was gone. She sat up and looked around the room. He was now where in sight.
Rory sank back down into the large bed. She looked at his pillow and smiled. She rolled her face into to it. She inhaled his sent and closed her eyes. She sat up again and grabbed a pair of sweats and an oversized Harvard sweater and threw them on over her pajamas. She grabbed a pencil while brushing her teeth, and threw her hair in to a bun as she walked down the hall. She stopped at his door and thought for a second 'okay only here to talk. Nothing more! Nothing at all.' She knocked twice and waited. She heard footsteps and the door swung open.
There he was in a wife beater and shorts. His hair was messy and he looked so good she had to blink to make sure he was real. He smirked and leaned against the door frame. He was looking at her like she was beautiful. 'Okay here to talk.'
"Hey," was all she could manage and looked at the ground.
"Hey Mary." Now there was something about that name. She didn't know what it was. It had this power over her and she couldn't fight him. The thing that scared her was he knew it. She felt the tears flowing down her cheeks but she didn't fight them. She looked up at him and into his eyes. "Rory what's wrong?" He grabbed her face with his hands and wiped her tears away. Before he knew it she was kissing him like she was desperate to feel something. When she pulled away she nuzzled her face in between his neck and cried. He could feel the hot tears and he held her. She was saying something but he couldn't understand. She pulled away from his neck and whispered five words he would never forget.
"Tristan, will you love me?"
A/N: Okay REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!