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AN: Guess what? Chicken butt? No, it's the next chapter.

Too Together

The Room

            Tristan and Rory took the elevator up to the top floor of the hotel. They got off and walked towards the door to the room. Tristan pulled his card out of the envelope the clerk had given to him. He also took that moment to give Rory the second key.

"Shall we enter?" Tristan asked.

"Just open the door," Rory said anxious to see the inside of a room that had housed Tristan DuGrey in the past.

Tristan used the card to open the door and reveal a room that apparently took up the whole top floor. It wasn't just a room; it was a penthouse. Rory walked through the top floor of the The Triad Hotel in shock. She had never been in a room like this before. She opened doors on her right and left. On her right was one of the bedrooms and a little down the hall and on the left side, right across from the bathroom, was the second one. At the front of the room was the kitchen; it had a stove, microwave, and refrigerator. The one thing it lacked, though she couldn't figure out why or how, was a coffeemaker.

"Tristan, there is a serious problem."

"What? What is it?" Tristan said walking into the kitchen.

"There's no coffeemaker," Rory said in minor disbelief, and full-on horror.

"Oh, well I don't drink that much coffee so I called ahead and said no when they asked if I wanted one in the room. It's no big deal, Mary," Tristan told her.

"Tristan, this is a very big deal. You don't understand. Coffee is life. It's the eighth wonder of the world. IT IS NECESSARY…for my survival. Can you get one put in here?" Rory raved, clueing Tristan in about the lifeblood on the Gilmore clan, at least the last two.   

"Yeah, I'll have one sent up. It'll be here in the morning. Now what do I get in return for making this grand gesture? And I've got an overstock of 'Thank yous'." Tristan asked and they walked out of the kitchen.

"If that coffeemaker is here in the morning I'll give you a big, fat kiss. So which room do you want?" Rory asked hearing what she had just said and wanting to change the subject.

"I'll take the one on the right," Tristan said.

"Okay, I'll go put my stuff in the other one," Rory said and went to go get her bags.

"Cool. Oh, and Mary, I'm gonna hold you to that. That coffeemaker'll be here before you wake up," Tristan said and then walked into his room.

Rory groaned a little bit annoyed at herself for putting herself in that position. She grabbed her stuff and walked into her room. She hurriedly unpacked and put on her pjs. She got her toothbrush and walked across the hall into the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth and went back to her room. She fell into the very comfortable bed. She had a fleeting hope about the coffeemaker not being there in the morning then dismissed it. Kissing Tristan would be the sacrifice she had to make in order to satisfy her desire for coffee. It's not like it would be a horrific thing to do. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Tristan was hot, and she could feel herself desperately wanting that coffeemaker to be there in the morning. She didn't know where these feeling had come from. All she knew was that if these were the feelings Tristan could elicit from her in one day, almost anything could happen in a whole week. She fell into a sleep, which contained, shall we say, interesting dreams.

AN: I know that it's not R yet but it will be eventually. School keeps me from updating faster. Please defer all complaints there. Sorry, I know it's short.