PP11: Lucky ones. (Note: song by Bif Naked. Run out and buy her albums today! )
"What do we have here?" Rory looked up from the Tristan's CD collection fingering a silver disc that sparkled in the light as it hit it.
"What is that?" he questioned in return.
"Bif Naked. Is this like a compilation of Porn songs?"
Tristan shook his head, his blonde hair flying from side to side as he did so. " No, it's a chick. Which one do you have?"
"There's more then one?"
"Well yeah," Tristan replied grabbing the CD from her hands and fingering it between his index finger and thumb. "It is 'I, Bificus.'" He said slipping it into his stereo system and clicking it on.
A few songs played until one really caught Rory's attention. The style was light and flirty, it was hip and cute, but not Britney Spears like at all; actually while looking at another of the women's disc, she fond a song called "I'm Afraid of Britney Spears." The song played on, it was sad and yet filled her ears with an unrequited relationship that made her feel a bit eerie. Listening to the lyrics with intense need, Rory stared off to space. "What is this one called?" She asked.
"'Lucky Ones,' do you like it?"
"I love it."
//It was a Monday, when my lover told me,
"Never pay the reaper with love only."
What could I say to you, except, "I love you."
And "I'd give my life for yours. "
I know we are, we are the lucky ones.
I know we are, we are the lucky ones.
I know we are, we are the lucky ones, dear.
The first time we made love, I, I wasn't sober.
(And you told me you loved me over and over!)
How could I ever love another, when I miss you every day?
Remember the time we made love in the roses?
(And you took my picture in all sorts of poses!)
How could I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours?
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are, we are the lucky ones, dear.
My dear, it's time to say I thank god for you.
I thank god for you in each and every single way.
And, I know... I know... I know... I know...
It's time to let you know, time to let you know.
Time to let you know, time to sit here and say
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are, we are the lucky ones, dear.
We are the lucky ones, dear//
"Tristan, what do you think of it?"
He shrugged. "I like it enough to keep it, a few good songs, a few zany, strange ones. It's better than most, but not better then Veruca Salts."
"From Willy Wonka?" Rory laughed when Tristan went into explanation, something about that is where they get the idea for the band's name. Tucking herself under his arm as they snuggled a bit and touched a bit, with the song on repeat, Rory finally asked him a question. "Do you think we should have this as our wedding song?"
"We're planning that already?" Tristan asked with Rory feeling embarrassed.
"Do you not want to, because tell me now. I'm not investing myself into something again and just getting blown off."
"Ror, I really want to. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't. Do you really think I'd blow you off?"
"I don't know, I didn't exactly think we'd be in this situation, ever. I just do not want to get hurt again."
"Tell me about it," Tristan sighed and laid a gentle kiss to her neck. "Will you please?"
"Tell you what?" Rory asked but somehow knew what he wanted. "Do I have to?"
"No, not at all. If you don't want to, you don't have to. I'd just like to know."
"He was nice. He was different from the usual Chilton guy, excluding you, because I didn't really know you for yourself. You're like two different people, and I love them both and well he was similar, but different."
Tristan swallowed hard wondering if he was just a rebound or something similar. He truly loved Rory, he thought that he might have somewhat loved her in high school, but he knew he truly did now. "Your mom said we were alike."
Rory caught the drift of his meager tone and meaning. Turning his head and kissing his lips, she gave him a peck and waited for him to look into her eyes. "You are, but you're entirely different, as well. And I'm with you, I love you."
"That's a self-esteem booster." Tristan smiled and pinned her underneath him. "So, enough about him. You're with me, and I want to be with you. Let's plan this wedding, and then have wild, hot sex, baby!"
Rory seemed to contemplate this then raised her hands and kissed his lips. "Works for me."
"I knew it would, you can not get enough of me." Tristan bantered playfully.
"What can I say? You just have something that makes me go crazy and…" She stopped and he took over.
"Lithe, wilted, limp...the list could go on."
"Oh and it will, but you said wedding plans first."
His eyebrows fell and he rolled off of her, she groaned at the loss. "I like the song too, it works for us. It's very us. So, with song selection, what next?"
"Place?"
"Here."
"What about Stars Hollow, and all the people who'd want to come?"
Tristan sighed; "Here and there?" he questioned and saw her face light up. "I'll take that as a yes."
Rory shook her head, and then smiled. "No, take that as a hell yes."
"Okay, next?" Tristan asked anticipating the events after the wedding planning.
"Name." Rory went down her mental list. Raising a questioning eyebrow at her as she waited for him to answer, she decided to go on. "I think you should take my name."
"Why? I mean, I guess I could but why."
"'Cause I like my name. Oh, and for college, oh and it would gain you points with mom." Her eyes urged him to say yes.
"I have your mother tied around my little finger."
"Oh, no, you seem to be confused. She has you tied to the railroad tracks."
Tristan pouted but asked her how this would work out. "Theoretically, if this was to work your way..."
"Which, we both know it will," Rory injected.
Continuing, "How would the names be, give me an example."
"Lorelai 'Rory' DuGrey-Gilmore."
"No, it just doesn't sound right." Tristan decided. "How about, Lorelai 'Rory' 'Mary' DuGrey-Gilmore and her fabulously buff and equally handsome husband, Tristan DuGrey-Gilmore."
Rory kissed him into her and laughed as they parted. "We buck the trend."
"Yes, correct. Now, can everything wait for tomorrow to be determined?"
"I believe so. But..."
"Woman, I'm dying here!"
"DuGrey, you're a sex addict," Rory told him with a smile as he leveled at her open thighs.
"Only when my Mary is involved." Coming together, all else was a blur but them.
