DISCLAIMER: No - just, no. Amy Sherman-Palladino is just too brilliant to
let anyone else come up with the GG concept, so don't even think it.
TITLE: A Kiss Is Still A Kiss
RATING: PG-13 to R ... nothing X-rated, just a little risqué.
PAIRING: R/T (as if anything else matters); also L/L
A/N: Not that you guys will be disappointed, but I am not abandoning "In An Ideal World"; I am merely expanding my creative horizons. The idea for this fic just hit me one day while watching some Trory music videos, and I had to answer writing's call. I also have another fic in the works - don't have a title yet, but maybe I will soon. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. I worked pretty hard on this.
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A Kiss Is Still A Kiss
PART I: We Need A Resolution
It was stupid. Yes that's it -- it was a stupid thing to do. Completely and totally stupid ... who was he to just force his feelings on her like that? No consideration, none. Obviously, he'd upset her, or else she wouldn't have run out of the piano room crying. Stupid ...
Tristan had been racking his brain the whole day, trying to find a way to make what he'd done disappear. But then the thought of Rory's lips on his, actually kissing him back, kept reminding him why he'd done it the first place. Some would blame it on rampant emotions, or vulnerability, others would try to come up with some alternate, PC reason for his actions -- Tristan, however, knew exactly why he'd kissed Rory. He wanted to -- he had wanted to for some time; in fact, to say he was madly scrambling for an opportunity would be an understatement. Ultimately, Rory was all Tristan wanted; she was the ideal, she was the epitome of his fantasies (good and evil ...) -- she was it. Knowing that, Tristan had to continually remind himself that was all she would ever be: a fantasy, a dream; unattainable, lofty, far off in the land that was too damn good for him. Life was a flaming bitch.
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*STOP! There will be no thinking of any connection between mine and Tristan's lips, no thinking at all -- the wayward thoughts end here -- beyond this point, wayward thoughts are prohibited ... but what a great kiss, huh? ... no, no that kiss was a mistake -- a big fat one too. A big fat mistake -- a big, fat, soft, incredible, earth-shaking, soul-stirring mistake. Yes, good. I'm glad that's clear. Moving on ...*
Who was Rory kidding, really? If the kiss was nothing, if it was a mistake, she wouldn't be thinking about it all day and all night, correct? But that's just what she had been doing -- thinking about the kiss all day and all night. It's not like it was all that long of a kiss either; yet in a matter of seconds, Tristan DuGrey had changed her perspective on kissing. Kissing was no longer the joining of two pairs of lips for the sake of mundane habit -- it was a natural phenomenon. When a kiss is really good, and I mean really good, you start to tingle, the room suddenly rises millions of degrees instantly, and your palms sweat, and your stomach churns, and your head spins, and your legs melt into nothing.
Taking that and Rory's current feelings on the Dean catastrophe into account, everything that she'd gone through moments after the incident made sense. She was emotionally distraught that her first boyfriend had dumped her, hence the crying; she was light-headed, she was flustered, her breathing was erratic, she was suffering from a severe case of butterflies gnawing at the lining of her stomach -- it was all coming together. There was only one thing to be done: Rory had to call Tristan and talk about it; she had to bring up the fact that she had kissed him around a day after her first breakup, therefore stirring emotions that weren't supposed to be there and causing more harm to the resolution of the circumstances than desired -- that was the only way she could move on. It made positively no sense, but she did it nonetheless.
Flopping across her mattress to the nearby portable phone and getting out her trusty, dusty Chilton Prep Directory, she dialed the necessary numbers and waited for a voice at the other end.
MAID: DuGrey residence?
Rory froze, not knowing a simple phone call could have such an effect on her.
MAID: Hello?
Swallowing, and taking notice that her mouth had suddenly become very dry, she smacked herself (mentally) and moved forward.
RORY: H-hi, is Tristan available -- please?
MAID: Yes he is, who may I say is calling?
RORY: Uh, it's Rory.
MAID: One moment, miss.
Rory took her bottom lip between her teeth nervously as she waited.
Meanwhile, Tristan received a knock at his door.
" Mr. Tristan, you have a phone call," the maid's voice informed.
Tristan rolled his eyes, not wanting to be disturbed from his current activity of doing nothing.
" Who is it," he breathed exhaustedly.
" She said her name is Rory, sir."
At this, Tristan toppled out of bed and tripped over himself to get to the phone on his dresser as fast as possible.
TRISTAN: Hello?
Pausing ...
TRISTAN: Rory?
RORY: Hi Tristan.
TRISTAN: Hey (unsure tone of voice).
RORY: So you're probably wondering why I'm calling, aren't you?
TRISTAN: A little.
RORY: Yeah -- 'cuz I don't call much, actually I've never called you before, so I don't know why I bothered saying I didn't call much, that was really stupid, but not to say that I wouldn't ever call, I just haven't up to this present time and I -- I was thinking I should've called before now because I've never called, just for the sake of calling, since you've called me before for school and stuff, so maybe I could call for school and stuff, but I haven't, hence the reason for me saying I've never called and erasing my previous statement of not calling much, 'cuz how can someone call much who doesn't call at all, right? I mean that's stupid, doesn't make sense, it's preposterous, it's foolish, it's ...
Tristan chuckled, stuffing a hand in his right pocket.
TRISTAN: Rory, as cute as you are when you're uncomfortable, I think you should maybe make a point.
Rory, hearing the mirth in his voice, decided not to be defensive and instead smiled to herself.
RORY: You think I'm cute?
TRISTAN: Yes.
RORY: Really?
TRISTAN: Yes really.
RORY: Like cute in a bad way or a good way?
TRISTAN: There's a bad way to be cute?
RORY: You never know what people'll come up with these days.
TRISTAN: I doubt it'll have anything to do with that.
RORY: You really think I'm cute?
TRISTAN: We've already established numerous times my opinion of you, Rory; yes you're cute -- cute, and beautiful, and amazingly wonderful, and I want to marry you and make an endless supply of children for the rest of my life -- happy?
RORY: Define 'endless supply'.
TRISTAN: You mean you'd actually do it?
RORY: Of course not, but 'endless supply' can have so many different definitions, I just wanted to clarify for the audience.
TRISTAN: What audience?
RORY: Hey, no more questions for you mister -- next caller please.
TRISTAN: You called me.
RORY: Oh right.
Another one of Tristan's laughs reached her ears, and she blushed.
TRISTAN: You did have a reason for calling, right?
RORY: Yes, we need to talk.
TRISTAN: And that's not what we're doing right now?
RORY: Smart-ass.
TRISTAN: Shrew.
RORY: Womanizer.
TRISTAN: Prude.
RORY: Chauvinist.
TRISTAN: Coffee addict.
Tristan heard a sharp gasp on the other end and rejoiced at striking a chord.
RORY: Take it back.
TRISTAN: Now why would I want to do that?
RORY: You called me a coffee addict, ensuing that's some type of insult, and therefore implying that being addicted to coffee is a bad thing -- that's just not allowed.
TRISTAN: I see.
RORY: Take it back.
TRISTAN: Why?
Rory rolled her eyes.
RORY: Because I said so.
TRISTAN: Right.
RORY: And because what I say goes.
TRISTAN: Exactly.
RORY: So you'll take it back?
TRISTAN: Negative.
RORY: Let's try this again ... So you'll take it back?
TRISTAN: Hm -- no, not really. It was a nice thought, though.
He was duly rewarded with Rory's growl of aggravation.
RORY: You're impossible.
TRISTAN: So I've been told.
RORY: We need to talk.
TRISTAN: You said that already.
RORY: And then we got into this big thing about how we were already talking, remember?
TRISTAN: Oh yeah, right. So we need to talk.
RORY: Yes.
TRISTAN: About...?
RORY: You know.
TRISTAN: I do?
RORY: Yes.
TRISTAN: Uh huh, and this thing that I know we need to talk about -- does it involve me?
RORY: Why else would I be calling you?
TRISTAN: Well, you were finally admitting to yourself that you want me, of course.
RORY: Am I that transparent?
TRISTAN: Completely.
Rory could hear his smirk through the phone.
RORY: Remember Tristan? Madeline's party...?
There was a minimal gaping silence in their conversation, and the lump in his throat that Tristan had been able to repress for the last few minutes due to the sound of Rory's voice came back with a vengeance.
TRISTAN: Oh.
Rory heard the hesitation and withdrawal in his voice and suddenly became uncomfortable.
RORY: I mean ... don't you think we should talk about it?
Tristan cleared his throat of emotion and responded.
TRISTAN: Y-yeah, definitely.
She smiled in satisfaction, the uncomfortable feeling gone.
RORY: Good. So what are you doing right now?
TRISTAN: Um -- nothing actually.
RORY: Excellent. So is it alright if I come over?
Tristan raised his eyebrows -- so she was really serious about this, huh?
TRISTAN: Sure ... hey wait, don't you need directions?
RORY: Directions are for impotents. Ha! Directions -- ha!
TRISTAN: So is that a yes?
RORY: Meany.
TRISTAN: Thought so.
He then proceeded to give the appropriate commands that would direct her to his house as soon as possible.
RORY: Well that's not so bad.
TRISTAN: I agree.
RORY: Alright then, I'll see you in a half-hour, I guess?
TRISTAN: I guess so.
RORY: Okay -- well, bye.
TRISTAN: Bye.
RORY: Hey Tristan?
Tristan quickly snatched the phone back before it hit the hook when he heard her voice calling him.
TRISTAN: Yeah?
RORY: Do you promise to behave -- I mean, really behave?
TRISTAN: Absolutely not.
RORY: Y'know what, I ...
TRISTAN: Yes Rory, I promise to behave -- that all?
RORY: Well, I can't think of anything right now, but -- yes. So, bye then.
TRISTAN: Bye Mary.
RORY: You promised.
TRISTAN: I am behaving, I just ... I have to call you that, it's like how I have to come to your locker almost every day, or how I have to bug you all the time, or how I have to stare at you in class ...
RORY: Stare at me in class?
Okay, so perhaps he got a little carried away -- his eyes widened in fear, and he scrambled for some sort of explanation.
TRISTAN: Yeah -- it just adds more mental images to my archive so my fantasies about you have the utmost believability. It's all for the sake of believability.
Rory's newfound hopes died at the sound of his usual crude joking, but she disguised it behind her traditional abhorrence.
RORY: Pig.
TRISTAN: Don't I know it.
RORY: Okay -- bye Tristan.
TRISTAN: Bye.
He grinned at how innocent her voice could be and put the phone back on the charger reluctantly.
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So ... was that awful? Too cliché? Please let me know, I want people to actually like my stuff - I mean, if they don't, I won't cry, but it helps to have a little encouragement. You follow me? Good. Hopefully, Ch. 2 will be up in a few hours; I'll do it and upload when I get home from school. PLEASE R&R!!!
TITLE: A Kiss Is Still A Kiss
RATING: PG-13 to R ... nothing X-rated, just a little risqué.
PAIRING: R/T (as if anything else matters); also L/L
A/N: Not that you guys will be disappointed, but I am not abandoning "In An Ideal World"; I am merely expanding my creative horizons. The idea for this fic just hit me one day while watching some Trory music videos, and I had to answer writing's call. I also have another fic in the works - don't have a title yet, but maybe I will soon. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. I worked pretty hard on this.
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A Kiss Is Still A Kiss
PART I: We Need A Resolution
It was stupid. Yes that's it -- it was a stupid thing to do. Completely and totally stupid ... who was he to just force his feelings on her like that? No consideration, none. Obviously, he'd upset her, or else she wouldn't have run out of the piano room crying. Stupid ...
Tristan had been racking his brain the whole day, trying to find a way to make what he'd done disappear. But then the thought of Rory's lips on his, actually kissing him back, kept reminding him why he'd done it the first place. Some would blame it on rampant emotions, or vulnerability, others would try to come up with some alternate, PC reason for his actions -- Tristan, however, knew exactly why he'd kissed Rory. He wanted to -- he had wanted to for some time; in fact, to say he was madly scrambling for an opportunity would be an understatement. Ultimately, Rory was all Tristan wanted; she was the ideal, she was the epitome of his fantasies (good and evil ...) -- she was it. Knowing that, Tristan had to continually remind himself that was all she would ever be: a fantasy, a dream; unattainable, lofty, far off in the land that was too damn good for him. Life was a flaming bitch.
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*STOP! There will be no thinking of any connection between mine and Tristan's lips, no thinking at all -- the wayward thoughts end here -- beyond this point, wayward thoughts are prohibited ... but what a great kiss, huh? ... no, no that kiss was a mistake -- a big fat one too. A big fat mistake -- a big, fat, soft, incredible, earth-shaking, soul-stirring mistake. Yes, good. I'm glad that's clear. Moving on ...*
Who was Rory kidding, really? If the kiss was nothing, if it was a mistake, she wouldn't be thinking about it all day and all night, correct? But that's just what she had been doing -- thinking about the kiss all day and all night. It's not like it was all that long of a kiss either; yet in a matter of seconds, Tristan DuGrey had changed her perspective on kissing. Kissing was no longer the joining of two pairs of lips for the sake of mundane habit -- it was a natural phenomenon. When a kiss is really good, and I mean really good, you start to tingle, the room suddenly rises millions of degrees instantly, and your palms sweat, and your stomach churns, and your head spins, and your legs melt into nothing.
Taking that and Rory's current feelings on the Dean catastrophe into account, everything that she'd gone through moments after the incident made sense. She was emotionally distraught that her first boyfriend had dumped her, hence the crying; she was light-headed, she was flustered, her breathing was erratic, she was suffering from a severe case of butterflies gnawing at the lining of her stomach -- it was all coming together. There was only one thing to be done: Rory had to call Tristan and talk about it; she had to bring up the fact that she had kissed him around a day after her first breakup, therefore stirring emotions that weren't supposed to be there and causing more harm to the resolution of the circumstances than desired -- that was the only way she could move on. It made positively no sense, but she did it nonetheless.
Flopping across her mattress to the nearby portable phone and getting out her trusty, dusty Chilton Prep Directory, she dialed the necessary numbers and waited for a voice at the other end.
MAID: DuGrey residence?
Rory froze, not knowing a simple phone call could have such an effect on her.
MAID: Hello?
Swallowing, and taking notice that her mouth had suddenly become very dry, she smacked herself (mentally) and moved forward.
RORY: H-hi, is Tristan available -- please?
MAID: Yes he is, who may I say is calling?
RORY: Uh, it's Rory.
MAID: One moment, miss.
Rory took her bottom lip between her teeth nervously as she waited.
Meanwhile, Tristan received a knock at his door.
" Mr. Tristan, you have a phone call," the maid's voice informed.
Tristan rolled his eyes, not wanting to be disturbed from his current activity of doing nothing.
" Who is it," he breathed exhaustedly.
" She said her name is Rory, sir."
At this, Tristan toppled out of bed and tripped over himself to get to the phone on his dresser as fast as possible.
TRISTAN: Hello?
Pausing ...
TRISTAN: Rory?
RORY: Hi Tristan.
TRISTAN: Hey (unsure tone of voice).
RORY: So you're probably wondering why I'm calling, aren't you?
TRISTAN: A little.
RORY: Yeah -- 'cuz I don't call much, actually I've never called you before, so I don't know why I bothered saying I didn't call much, that was really stupid, but not to say that I wouldn't ever call, I just haven't up to this present time and I -- I was thinking I should've called before now because I've never called, just for the sake of calling, since you've called me before for school and stuff, so maybe I could call for school and stuff, but I haven't, hence the reason for me saying I've never called and erasing my previous statement of not calling much, 'cuz how can someone call much who doesn't call at all, right? I mean that's stupid, doesn't make sense, it's preposterous, it's foolish, it's ...
Tristan chuckled, stuffing a hand in his right pocket.
TRISTAN: Rory, as cute as you are when you're uncomfortable, I think you should maybe make a point.
Rory, hearing the mirth in his voice, decided not to be defensive and instead smiled to herself.
RORY: You think I'm cute?
TRISTAN: Yes.
RORY: Really?
TRISTAN: Yes really.
RORY: Like cute in a bad way or a good way?
TRISTAN: There's a bad way to be cute?
RORY: You never know what people'll come up with these days.
TRISTAN: I doubt it'll have anything to do with that.
RORY: You really think I'm cute?
TRISTAN: We've already established numerous times my opinion of you, Rory; yes you're cute -- cute, and beautiful, and amazingly wonderful, and I want to marry you and make an endless supply of children for the rest of my life -- happy?
RORY: Define 'endless supply'.
TRISTAN: You mean you'd actually do it?
RORY: Of course not, but 'endless supply' can have so many different definitions, I just wanted to clarify for the audience.
TRISTAN: What audience?
RORY: Hey, no more questions for you mister -- next caller please.
TRISTAN: You called me.
RORY: Oh right.
Another one of Tristan's laughs reached her ears, and she blushed.
TRISTAN: You did have a reason for calling, right?
RORY: Yes, we need to talk.
TRISTAN: And that's not what we're doing right now?
RORY: Smart-ass.
TRISTAN: Shrew.
RORY: Womanizer.
TRISTAN: Prude.
RORY: Chauvinist.
TRISTAN: Coffee addict.
Tristan heard a sharp gasp on the other end and rejoiced at striking a chord.
RORY: Take it back.
TRISTAN: Now why would I want to do that?
RORY: You called me a coffee addict, ensuing that's some type of insult, and therefore implying that being addicted to coffee is a bad thing -- that's just not allowed.
TRISTAN: I see.
RORY: Take it back.
TRISTAN: Why?
Rory rolled her eyes.
RORY: Because I said so.
TRISTAN: Right.
RORY: And because what I say goes.
TRISTAN: Exactly.
RORY: So you'll take it back?
TRISTAN: Negative.
RORY: Let's try this again ... So you'll take it back?
TRISTAN: Hm -- no, not really. It was a nice thought, though.
He was duly rewarded with Rory's growl of aggravation.
RORY: You're impossible.
TRISTAN: So I've been told.
RORY: We need to talk.
TRISTAN: You said that already.
RORY: And then we got into this big thing about how we were already talking, remember?
TRISTAN: Oh yeah, right. So we need to talk.
RORY: Yes.
TRISTAN: About...?
RORY: You know.
TRISTAN: I do?
RORY: Yes.
TRISTAN: Uh huh, and this thing that I know we need to talk about -- does it involve me?
RORY: Why else would I be calling you?
TRISTAN: Well, you were finally admitting to yourself that you want me, of course.
RORY: Am I that transparent?
TRISTAN: Completely.
Rory could hear his smirk through the phone.
RORY: Remember Tristan? Madeline's party...?
There was a minimal gaping silence in their conversation, and the lump in his throat that Tristan had been able to repress for the last few minutes due to the sound of Rory's voice came back with a vengeance.
TRISTAN: Oh.
Rory heard the hesitation and withdrawal in his voice and suddenly became uncomfortable.
RORY: I mean ... don't you think we should talk about it?
Tristan cleared his throat of emotion and responded.
TRISTAN: Y-yeah, definitely.
She smiled in satisfaction, the uncomfortable feeling gone.
RORY: Good. So what are you doing right now?
TRISTAN: Um -- nothing actually.
RORY: Excellent. So is it alright if I come over?
Tristan raised his eyebrows -- so she was really serious about this, huh?
TRISTAN: Sure ... hey wait, don't you need directions?
RORY: Directions are for impotents. Ha! Directions -- ha!
TRISTAN: So is that a yes?
RORY: Meany.
TRISTAN: Thought so.
He then proceeded to give the appropriate commands that would direct her to his house as soon as possible.
RORY: Well that's not so bad.
TRISTAN: I agree.
RORY: Alright then, I'll see you in a half-hour, I guess?
TRISTAN: I guess so.
RORY: Okay -- well, bye.
TRISTAN: Bye.
RORY: Hey Tristan?
Tristan quickly snatched the phone back before it hit the hook when he heard her voice calling him.
TRISTAN: Yeah?
RORY: Do you promise to behave -- I mean, really behave?
TRISTAN: Absolutely not.
RORY: Y'know what, I ...
TRISTAN: Yes Rory, I promise to behave -- that all?
RORY: Well, I can't think of anything right now, but -- yes. So, bye then.
TRISTAN: Bye Mary.
RORY: You promised.
TRISTAN: I am behaving, I just ... I have to call you that, it's like how I have to come to your locker almost every day, or how I have to bug you all the time, or how I have to stare at you in class ...
RORY: Stare at me in class?
Okay, so perhaps he got a little carried away -- his eyes widened in fear, and he scrambled for some sort of explanation.
TRISTAN: Yeah -- it just adds more mental images to my archive so my fantasies about you have the utmost believability. It's all for the sake of believability.
Rory's newfound hopes died at the sound of his usual crude joking, but she disguised it behind her traditional abhorrence.
RORY: Pig.
TRISTAN: Don't I know it.
RORY: Okay -- bye Tristan.
TRISTAN: Bye.
He grinned at how innocent her voice could be and put the phone back on the charger reluctantly.
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So ... was that awful? Too cliché? Please let me know, I want people to actually like my stuff - I mean, if they don't, I won't cry, but it helps to have a little encouragement. You follow me? Good. Hopefully, Ch. 2 will be up in a few hours; I'll do it and upload when I get home from school. PLEASE R&R!!!