PP8: Live forever. ®

"Tristan." She called out. Screamed for him. She was not sure if it was because she wanted to gain some control or because his figure just entered her folds.

Lifting his head from her stomach. He mumbled something to her, "Tristan." Rory panted in reply, her body arching against him. She tapped him on the shoulder, the only coherent thing that she could seem to do. "Tristan, please." She begged.

With a huff, he lifted his head from her stomach, "I'm kinda doing something here…" his eyes met hers and his hand flew away from her body. "What are you doing here?"

"I was possessed, you?" Rory was so startled that she ignored the situation completely. Grabbing her bra and bringing it over her arms, then tugging at her panties for they covered her, she finally reached for her discarded night gowned. Flinging it on as fast as she could, and cuddling herself in her own arms, she started to get up.

Tristan reached out to touch her, to ask is what she knew any better then he did, of what had happened. He glazed his hand over her shoulder and touched the bare skin of her arm. " Do not ever touch me!" She screamed at him, pronouncing each word fully.

He looked on as she walked away as fast he she could. Placing his head in his hands. Tristan thought about what had taken place for him. He had actually fallen asleep, over coming his insomnia, and awoke shortly after having a strange dream. Before he knew anything else, he was out the door and touching a girl. He knew that, he was not touching her, but was at the same time. For a while he was just watching the exchange, but before he knew it, he was somehow participating. Thinking of this and not of Rory, he cringed. " I was feeling up my great grand mother."

"Yeah, your gross." He heard a meek voice tell him and turning around Tristan took in the sight of Rory.

She stood there, with her white cotton dress fly with the wind. Her hair was blowing around her face and shoulders. She was stunning, just standing there with a weak smile on her face. Tristan knew that it was forced, but it still gave him something of a lift. " I'm sorry," she whispered to him.

"I'm sorry too."

Rory gave him a weird look of confusion and asked him why. " You didn't scream at me, why are you sorry?"

Looking at her, a sly smile came to his face and he looked to his finger, " You aren't a Mary, any more." He said so quietly, for he could just barely hear himself.

Her face curled up in frustration, which made his smile grow even wider. " You are incorrigible!" She shouted at him.

He took her hand and drew her closer to him, as soon as she was near enough he took her into his arms and waited for her to go la, against him. Placing a kiss to her temple, he whispered, " I am, and that's why you want me."

"I do?" She inquired pulling back to see his face.

"As much as I want you."

" That much?" Laughing, she continued. " I wake up in the middle of the night, calling out you name. Tristan, Tristan.' She mocked him for what happened year prior.

His lips tightened and his eyes gleamed over, " I can make you."

Rory laughed at his implication and relaxed further. Her head fell to his shoulder and she cuddled up to him as close as she could. " Make me," she told him, no mocking left in her voice.

Leaning over her he collected her lips within his; he whispered a small thank you to god. "Will do."

PP9: Champagne supernova

" So, this is what it feels like?" Rory asked and received a gruff noise, in return. "Tristan?"

Eyes popping open, he looked up to her and moved from his position on her stomach. Sliding to his side and laying his head on her left breast. "What does what feel like?" Tristan inquired back from her. Feeling the mound under his head twitch as he placed his fingers on top of it and pitched slightly. Hearing her moan come, a prod smile played on his face. It was confidante and yet endearing.

"Nothing," Rory moaned.

"Are you going to tell you mother? Mar?" Tristan asked as he continued his ministrations.

" Do you want me too?" Rory asked surprising a giggle. "She'll kill you."

"No, I want to do this again," he paused. " And then. Again, and again…"

"Your insatiable. Like the song …" Rory pondered upon the lyrics.

"Yeah, like the song, except I'm such a better singer then Darien Hayes." Tristan quipped.

"Yeah, and I, Britney Spears."

Tristan looked at her seriously for a moment and then giggled out, " Don't ever kiss Madonna, though. I'm positive, she has like six hundred diseases."

Rory's smile faded, her eyes went blank and her stomach turned. Getting up, she walked over to the lake and threw up. "You didn't use anything." She avoids eye contact when saying this to him.

Tristan looked at her and without question collected the same blank stare, " Are you on the pill?"

Rory hit him, she didn't mean to be physically violent but the questioned bothered her immensely. "No, I'm not on the pill, you dumbass!"

"Sorry," Tristan mumbled while rubbing his head.

Rory looked up at him at him and caught his eye, " I'm sorry, it's not your fault."

"No it's not," Tristan agreed. " It 'their' fault." He concluded. Rory gave him a look that said it all. "I'm not saying, we had sex because of them, although, they were a big part of it." Receiving nothing but a turned down head, he placed his fingers under her chin and brought it up. " I'm just say," Tristan paused a laid a light kiss to her lips. " Is that, it wasn't planed exactly the way, I'd have had it. But it was prefect."

Rory smiled. " It was. It was, natural, but still, " she looked down at her feet, letting out a breath she concluded. " It was prefect for us, natural and romantic. It wasn't fake."

Tristan kissed her forehead and approved, "It wasn't fake at all."

" So, what now."

Tristan looked around, " I don't know, we get dressed?" he supplied, with a grin.

" You know what I mean, don't be a comedian. Puffy red hair would not look good on you."

Letting out a breath, the air pored out in a sigh. " I don't know," Tristan confessed.

"How could you not know, you've done this before." Rory replied, running a hand threw her hair. She was aggravated a bit. She wasn't mad and she didn't expect him to know everything, or say anything, but when he did she was shell-shocked.

"I never loved someone before." His hands were jittery, his mouth was dry and his eyes glazed over, as he looked hers.

"You love me?" Rory asked simultaneously with his.

"Will you marry me?"

Rory's eyes hovered from him to her feet and back again. " I love you." She stated and kissed him with closed lips.

"Will you marry me?" Tristan repeated. His eyes were hopeful, as they concentrated on her small frame. His eyes pleaded with her but he did not push. "Should I get down on my knees?"

"You could."

Getting down on to one knee and pushing the other through her opened legs, he asked again. " Will you marry me? Rory, Lorelai, Mary- Gilmore?"

"Can I have a second?" she asked hopefully and his heart fell on to the ground.

"I guess… if you need one." He told her insecure about what she'd say.

"Yes, yes I will." Rory said jumping into his arm, tripping the surprised boy over and into the pound. The laughed as they caught there breathe and lost it again. Rory swung her legs around his waist and brought him to the bottom of the shallow pound. Ravenously she kissed him, and he her. Sharing one air supply for a short while they soon came up and continued to kiss each other.

"You really did only mean a second."

"Well, it was what I said," she lapped at his ear and tugged it between her teeth.

"I just didn't know, " he starter in between gasps. " If that what you meant." He finished when she let go of his ear and kissed a trail down his neck.

" I didn't know either." Rory consoled in him. " But, I want to. I really want to."

"I'm glad." he was kissing and licking everything he could reach.

Rory stopped him; she looked into his eyes and told him it was serious. " I want forever, not just because of the possibility that I might…" she pat her stomach, think of the possibility. " I'm on fire when I'm with you, you make me do things I'd never do." she motioned to the scene around them, and the clothes that hung ajar, from their bodies. " I'd never do this, but with you, it just happens. It's natural, it's beautiful."

"You beautiful." he told her, kissing her red puckered lips. "Angelic, in fact. A heavenly being, sent here to make me happy."

Rory looked up at him, " A little full of you?" She questioned with a giggle.

"No, full of you."

They laughed and continued to kiss for a brief while, until the sun began to rise. " We should get back." Rory yawned.

"Why?" Tristan dismissed. " For we can do it again, at home?"

"Sure, why not." Rory giggled.

"So, when we get back there, soaking wet- and not just from the pond." Tristan stifled his own laughter and his pun. "What are we going to tell, your mom and Grandfather?"

"Humm, maybe the truth?" Rory questioned.

"That we were possessed by ghost, who decided to have sex, so then we were and then we stopped and then I made love to you, and proposed?"

'It might sound weird now, but they might believe it." Rory supplied.

"Your mother will think I gave you drugs!"

"Yeah, she would." Rory laughed.

"So, is the plan to get me murder and then to have my baby without me?"

"Oh, yes, because I always wanted to be a single mother, with a dead fiancé, and my mother in prison, for killing him, mind you. Oh yes, and then a full time, Yale schedule." Rory mocked.

"Your going to Yale?" Tristan question. She nodded and he looked on to her.

"Why where are you going?" she panicked.

"I was actually taking a year off." A sigh of relief was heard. "I was thinking about joining the army, you know, because I'm kind of good with it."

"Oh."

"But I guess I can be a fulltime daddy." A half smile was on his lips and she swore he glowed.

"Tristan," she sighed. " What if I'm not pregnant?"

"We have, forever, to get you pregnant, then." A smile was on his lips as she leaned and kissed him. " And you know that's half the fun."