Tears – Part 15  [Finally]

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Rory slept comfortably, her head resting on a black duffel bag filled with clothes. Sometimes, the meetings for The Franklin would go on for ages, everyone kept disagreeing with one another. Instead of taking the bus home at a relatively late time, she kept some of her clothes at Paris' since she sometimes spent the night at her house. "Tristan," she muttered quietly "Where we going?"

Tristan kept his eyes to the road, smiling lightly at the sound of her voice "You'll see, just go back to sleep."

Rory sat up, rubbing her eyes from sleep "I wasn't sleeping," she continued to mutter.

He let out a soft, tired laugh "Uh-huh."

"I haven't," she responded stubbornly.

The ride was quiet. Rory looked out the window, counting the trees passing by. She had gotten to fifty, when her eyes widened. "Trista-a-a-an…"

"There are no coffee places here," he replied quickly.

Rory sighed, "Can we at least get some food? Something edible?"

"I have some crackers in the back."

She gasped playfully "You're feeding me crackers? Crackers?"

"What's wrong with crackers?"

"Nothing's wrong with crackers. But I don't think itty-bitty pieces of hard… bread could fill my growing appetite."

"… I've got a lot of crackers."

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Several hours (and thousands of complaints over Rory's growing appetite) later, the car had stopped. Rory's eyes lit up, her body ached. Stepping from the car, she marveled at the beauty of the house in front of her. "Wow," she whispered. The house wasn't big, but it was far from tiny either. She looked at Tristan, a blush creeping to her cheeks as she noticed him staring. "Where are we?" she asked, her eyes focused on the building in front of her.

He smiled "Stafford Springs," he replied.

Rory nodded, having heard of the place from her mother.

"Our family owns this house," he said "But don't worry, hardly anyone comes here."

"How about your father? What if he finds out?"

Tristan smirked "I don't even think he even remembers us having a house here. Every year, we always go to the manor at Switzerland anyway."

Rory nodded; slowly she walked towards the beautiful residence. She waited for Tristan to open the door. He did so, and she entered. She explored the house, noticing that the house had been decorated so elegantly. Everything looked so fragile.

"My mom loved it here," he whispered, holding her close "She cherished this house."

"I can see why," she kissed him softly.

She walked to the patio, looking out into the vast backyard. Then she remembered, her face had become ghostly white as she turned to him. "My mom," she choked out "I forgot to call her… oh my god… you know… you know… she could already have all of Stars Hollow looking for me!"

Biting his lip, he handed her his cell phone, and watched as she frantically dialed the number. He came up behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist while he nuzzled his head into her neck, kissing the exposed skin softly. Rory fought hard to not respond to his sweet kisses, she concentrated on her telephone call.

"Hello? Hello? Hello? Rory?!"

Rory bit her lip, suddenly feeling quite guilty. Swallowing hard, she opened her mouth to speak. "Yeah, it's me," the words came out as a mere whisper.

"Rory! Where the hell are you? I've been looking everywhere, where the hell are you?"

"I'm fine mom," she avoided the question.

"Well when you get back here, you certainly won't be."

"I'm sorry for worrying you, I should have called," she sighed, closing her eyes as Tristan tightened his grip around her.

"Rory, come home now!" Lorelai ordered.

"I will, just not right now."

"What?" she yelled loudly into the phone.

"Mom, please understand," Rory begged, "I'm not going home, just not yet."

"Where are you Rory?"

"I'm… somewhere."

"Rory, I'm serious. Tell me where you are… now," Lorelai replied slowly.

"Mom, I'm fine! Stop worrying. I'll be home soon okay?"

"Rory – "

"Please, just trust me?"

Rory heard Lorelai sigh, she smiled, her mother was giving in. "Are you sure you're okay? Are you okay? Are you eating right?"

"I'm fine mom. I'm happy. I'll explain everything when I get home alright?"

"Alright, alright," she sighed in defeat, she could never say no to her daughter. She trusted her completely. Rory, Lorelai Gilmore's daughter would not do anything that she disapproved of. Lorelai nodded, sure of herself. She wouldn't… would she?

"Thank you," Rory grinned happily "I'm going to go, I love you."

"Love ya too kid…" Lorelai sighed.

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Rory gave Tristan his phone back and smiled. "I can't believe she agreed," she commented.

He kissed her cheek "Your mother's a very understanding person. Plus, she trusts you."

Rory smiled sadly, had she just detected a hint of jealousy in his voice?

"Are you hungry?" she shivered as he whispered the sentence in her ear.

Rory nodded enthusiastically "Very much so."

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He kissed her softly. Rory responded eagerly. She loved feeling him close to her. Holding her. Touching her. Kissing her. She loved it. She loved him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she slowly deepened the kiss. Pulling away, he smiled at the noticeable twinkle in her blue eyes. He kissed her again, with more passion, pure lust. Moaning, she allowed the entrance of his tongue. His hands roamed her back then finally settling on her waist, kissing her more deeply as his fingers greeted her exposed stomach.

Rory pulled away from the deep kiss and smiled as she pulled her shirt down. Her red lips slightly swollen. "I think it's time to hit the hay, Bible Boy," she smirked playfully.

He nodded and headed to his room. He couldn't take it anymore - he needed to tell her. "Rory," he replied, watching as she turned around, meeting his eyes.

Casually, he walked over to where she was standing. He kissed her temple, her cheek, her nose, and then finally, her lips. Rory let out a soft sigh as his lips found her soft neck. Her eyes were shut as she felt his hot breath on her right ear.

"I love you too," he whispered, seductively nibbling her earlobe.

Rory's grin widened. Butterflies clouded her stomach, as he watched her smile expand. His eyes shone as he winked jokingly.

"I love you," he whispered once again.

He couldn't believe it. He said it. He finally told the girl his true feelings; he loved her.

Rory wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I know you do," she said "… but say it again," she smiled slyly.

"I love you Rory Gilmore," he whispered lovingly.

"That sounds so good coming from you."

Beaming, he leant down to capture her lips with his. Rory responded. Suddenly, he pulled back, grinning like there were no tomorrow.

"It's getting late," he teased her with one more tantalizing kiss.

Rory stood there, shaking her head. He always left her wanting more.

First, THANK YOU for all the wonderful reviews. I loooveee all of you. * throws everyone chocolate chip cookies… freshly baked *They keep me happy, which means they keep the story aliiiiiiivvveeee. LOL Before writing this chapter, I looked up a map of Connecticut and just picked any thing that sounded pretty. Yes, I feel nerdy now… but cut me some slack, I'm Canadian, I don't know anything about Connecticut. I was tempted to drive them all the way to Canada though. ;)

LandonLover: Yes, perhaps the title 'Tears' does not go along with the story, in fact I agree wholeheartedly with you lol, but I'm not very umm, creative. The description is going to change though, since he's already said it. ;D

This chapter was kind of…. Heh bland, but sweet nonetheless. It would have been out sooner, but blame it on HP haha!

-RockerFreak