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This is the next one, and it's finally earning some of that R-rating I gave it.

Disclaimer: I don't own GG or Viper, the cars.

AN: I'm going to address the comment on passports. That was a mistake on my part, and thank you for pointing it out. Let's just say Tristan was planning on taking a couple of extra days after spring break  to go to, let's say, Paris.

Too Together

The Storm

The moment Tristan closed his eyes, images of Rory popped into his head. She usually invaded his dreams, and tonight when she was just down the hall was no different. As a matter of fact they were more graphic.

He sat up in his bed, he was breathing heavy. *whoa, that was intense. * He sat there in his bed for a while thinking about the dream he had just had. He and Rory had been strolling the beach hand in hand. Then the next thing, he knew they were rolling on a blanket that had been lain down in the sand. They had been kissing and fondling…then he heard a knock on his door. It made him jump a tiny bit. Then the doorknob turned, and Rory walked in.

"Hey, I didn't know if you were awake," Rory said.

"Well I wasn't until a few minutes ago," Tristan responded. At that moment another crash of thunder occurred which made Rory jump and run to the side of Tristan's bed. She sat on the edge.

"The thunder is really loud," Rory remarked.

"Uh-uh. Yeah I suppose it is," said Tristan.

"I've always hated thunderstorms. Bet you didn't know that. It woke me up," Rory told him

"I didn't. What did you do when you were at home and they happened?" Tristan asked.

"I got in bed with mom."

"Oh."

"Are you in my room because you want to get in bed with me?"

"Um…yeesss." Rory said drawing out the last word.

"Well…sure, hope in," Tristan said and slid over to make room for Rory.

"Can I have the other side?" Rory asked making her way to the other side of the bed, and getting in before he answered her.

"Well, I guess I don't have a choice," he said as he scooted back over to the right.

"That would be correct," Rory said making sure to stay on her side of the bed, but then there was yet another clap of thunder which caused her to scoot over into Tristan's side. He then wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"It's okay. It's just thunder," Tristan said trying to reassure her.

"I know, but all the same I'm glad I'm in here and not in my room by myself, " Rory said.

They lay there for a while, with Rory's head on Tristan's chest and his arm wrapped around her shoulder. In this position, Rory got really comfortable. She also got the urge to do something she'd wanted to do since she had lain down in her own bed. She was sure Tristan was asleep. His breath came in an even rhythm. She reached her hand up to the side of his face. She paused a moment before running her hand along the side of his face. She reached his lips and traced those as well. Then she removed her fingers and replaced them with her lips. She pressed them very lightly to his with her eyes closed. This only lasted a few seconds, after which she pulled away. She opened her eyes to find his still closed. She decided one more, tiny little kiss wouldn't disturb him if the first one didn't. So she kissed him again lightly, but not slightly as before.

Tristan felt a presence close to his face and opened his eyes. Then he felt a pair of lips pressed against his. He knew it was Rory because he always knew Rory, just like he knew his name. He didn't know what to do so he did nothing. Then the pressure was gone and he was looking into Rory's eyes. They just stared at each other. Then Tristan lifted his head a bit and caused his lips to meet Rory's again. She was a little surprised but then she started to return the kiss. At this, Tristan brought his hand to the back of her head. Rory let herself down so her chest was partially pressed into Tristan's shirtless chest. A slight groan escaped his lips. He could feel her breast pressing into his chest and it had caused him to groan with pleasure. Rory must have thought she was too heavy because she started to lift back up, but Tristan moved his hand to her back and pulled her back down. Their kissing got more intense, Rory and Tristan's tongues danced in each other's mouths. Tristan slid his hand under her shirt and caressed her bare back. Rory drew one leg over his waist. His hand slide over her thigh as he pressed her lips closer to his with his other hand. He rolled them to the left and ended up on top of her. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck. He kissed her all over her neck and proceeded lower to her collarbone. He lowered his hands to the hem of her shirt and began to lift it. She made no move to stop him; she only lifted her arms above her head. He pulled the t-shirt the rest of the way off and took in the gorgeously sexy sight below him. He lowered his mouth to hers again for a quick moment before traveling lower. He kissed her neck and collar again, then started to caress her chest with his tongue. He circled around each nipple before taking it into his mouth. Rory moaned when he did this. She arched her back in order to meet his lips and tongue. Rory placed her hands on the sides of Tristan's head and drew him back up for another kiss. She pressed her body into Tristan's even harder. Then he began to travel lower down her body. Tristan kissed her stomach and reached for the top of her shorts….

Suddenly his eyes flashed open to find sunlight streaming in through his window. He sat up and then suddenly remembering last night looked to his right, but Rory wasn't there. He got up and went into the bathroom connected to his room. He took all-cold water shower and then brushed his teeth. He pulled one of his new beaters (AN: wife beaters = A-shirt) over his head and pulled a pair of worn jeans over his boxers. He smelled coffee, and decided it was time to claim his reward.

He got to the kitchen where Rory was. He was standing in front of the coffeemaker watching the coffee drip into the pot. He snuck up behind her and got really close. She didn't even notice because she was completely engrossed in the coffee being made before her eyes.

"I believe it's time I should claim my prize, now," Tristan said into her ear. This caused her to jump and her head hit Tristan's chin. Not hard, but hard enough, which he then dramatized.

"Ow, Mary, sorry. If you didn't want to make good on your promise you could have just told me. You didn't have to clock me in the chin," Tristan said, making an effort to speak in a pained voice and rubbing his chin.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Rory asked, "Let me see." Tristan removed his hand, and Rory put her hand on his chin and turned it from the left to the right.

"Here," she said, and kissed the side of his chin, "is that better?" she asked.

"Uh…yeah, much better. But that doesn't count for the coffeemaker." Tristan replied.

"Fine," she said and kissed his cheek.

"Hey…" Tristan started, but Rory cut him off.

"So what are we doing, today?" Rory asked, nursing a cup of coffee.

"We? What is this we?" Tristan teased, secretly he wishing it were a relationship "we" they were speaking of.

"Well you're the one who's been here before. Don't you know something fun we can do?" Rory asked, then added, "outside of this room in the wonderful state of Florida."

"Um…I don't know if you would wanna go where I usually go. Is there anything in particular you wanna do?" Tristan asked.

"Well, I know it's completely touristy, but I wanna go to Disneyland. Will you go with me?" Rory asked slightly embarrassed but more excited.

"Uh," Tristan said, and then he pictured Rory in a bathing suit and that image made his decision for him. He resolve had officially been depleted last night, "Yeah, that'll be cool."

"Great! Can we go now?" Rory asked.

"Yeah, let me go change into my suit."

"Oh yeah, I need to go get mine on."

Rory went to her room, when she got there she knew there had been a fuck-up on her part. She didn't remember unpacking her suit. She looked through her drawers anyway, but had no luck. She went back into the front uncharacteristically close to tears. This was no matter to cry over, so why was she damn near balling her eyes out?

Tristan saw her when she got back from her room; she was tearing up. She was still wearing the same jeans and t-shirt and he was a little disappointed that he didn't get to see her in her bathing suit. Of course he said nothing.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I forgot my suit."

"Okay, but that's not the reason you're crying is it?"

"I'm not crying! Besides if I don't have my suit I can't swim at Disneyland."

"Why don't you just buy another suit? I'll even go with you to pick it out," Tristan offered.

"Uhh…okay. Where should we go?" Rory asked slowly starting to feel better, although disgusted at herself for getting so emotional over something so trivial.

"Cool, we can take my car," Tristan said.

"As if I have any other why to get anywhere. You do know that you will be carting me around for the rest of this vacation?" Rory asked.

"Yes, I know and am glad to do it. Now let's go done to the car."

"All right."

Together they walked out of the hotel to Tristan's Viper V12 XL. Tristan got in the driver's seat and Rory hopped in beside him, and they pulled out of the hotels parking lot.