Author : Kimmi (^o^)

Title : Chapter 9 : My Date With The Kidnapper

AN: To Surya. Thank you so much for all the ideas you gave. I really appreciate it. And About the kiss, I totally forgot that they kissed passionately at the theatre. My bad. I changed it a little bit. And…Dean never exists in this story. No Dean and definitely no Jess. Just Trory all the way till the end.

GILMORE'S HOUSE

It was 7:02 pm when the door bell rang.

"I got it Rory."

"Thanks mom."

"Hi. You must be Tristan. I'm Lorelai, Rory's mom" Lorelai said, offering him her hand to shake.

"Hi Miss Gilmore."

"No, just call me Lorelai."

"Ok."

"Come on in. Rory will be here any second," Lorelai said, motioning him into the living room. "So… you're the kidnapper."

"Excuse me?"

"The kidnapper. This morning you kidnapped her hand and now you're kidnapping the whole body, huh?"

All the color drained from Tristan's face before returning in the form of a heated blush.

"But I'm a very good kidnapper. I gave her hand back this morning and I promise I will return her whole body to you before midnight. Is that fine with you Lorelai?" Tristan said, trying to sound cool.

"Absolutely. Oh look who is finally deciding to show up."

"Mom!"

"Hey there Rory. Look, Tristan's here".

"Hi."

Wow! he thought, trying to find the perfect word to describe how beautiful she was. "Hey Rory. You look...amazing," he stuttered.

"Thanks."

"Hmmmm…. Amazing. That's a good word" Lorelai teased the two lovebirds.

"We should go now. Bye mom."

"Bye Rory. Bye Tristan. Be back by midnight Cinderella."

"Bye Lorelai. It was nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. Bye"

"Bye," Both Tristan and Rory said at the same time.

IN THE CAR

"I like your mom."

"Oh and here I thought that it was me you liked," Rory said with a fake hurt look on her face.

"Oh come on Rory. You know what I mean."

"No Tristan, I don't know. Care to explain?" Rory said playing dumb.

"You see Rory, there are many kinds of like."

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh," Tristan nodded. "My definition of like in regards to your mom is the usual kind of like."

"Hmmm… I see."

"And my definition of like in regards to you is...uhh… the unusual kind of like."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I like your mom but I would never kiss her. I like you and I could kiss you forever."

Tristan's honesty just made Rory blush. Tristan wanted to kiss her so bad at that moment but he was driving, so instead he took her hand in his and kissed it softly.

I love you, he thought.

At the same time Rory thinking I love it when he does that.

"So where are we going?" Rory asked, sounding a little excited.

"Well we're going to get something to eat first and then…we're going to go to a movie. Is that ok?" he asked sweetly.

"Yes, of course," She answered, giving him a sweet smile.

"Good."

At the restaurant they talked easily as they had dinner. Tristan was able to open up with Rory, unlike he had with any other girl he'd dated. With Rory it was different. It was like they knew what each other was thinking without words. It was perfect. They were perfect.

"So what movie are we going to see?" Rory asked. They just finished their perfect dinner and were on their way to see the movie.

"That you're gonna have to wait and see for yourself.".

AT THE THEATER

"A scary movie?" Rory asked, giving Tristan an evil stare.

"Yup," he answered smirking.

"I'm not going in there."

"Why not?" Tristan asked, feeling a little shocked and hurt by Rory's statement.

"Because… it will uhh… it's not good for my uhh… my throat! Yeah. It's not good for my throat."

"What?"

"You see, when I watch a scary movie, I uhh… I'll scream. Really scream. So, you see, it's not good for my throat. And uhh… oh, it will hurt your ears too. Because uhh… you will be sitting next to me right? So when I scream, it will definitely hurt your ears. You'll be deaf. And uhh….."

While Rory was babbling, Tristan just stared at her beautiful face. God she's beautiful. I want to kiss her so bad. What the hell.

"… your parents will blame me for making their son deaf and…." Rory was cut off as Tristan crashed his lips against hers. The kiss started soft but grew more passionate when Rory started to respond to the kiss. After a while they pulled away. Breathless.

"You don't know how much I wanted to kiss you this morning at school," Tristan said, still trying to catch his breath.

"Then why didn't you?"

"I wanted to save it for tonight. It was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Come on. Lets go see the movie," Tristan said, taking her hand in his.

"What?! No! No! No! You'll be deaf."

"I'm willing to take that risk," Tristan said as he dragged her into the theater.

"Tristan…."

He ignored her.

IN THE CAR

They just sat in silence. Rory was just staring at her hands.

"Rory?"

"Hmm?" She answered looking up.

"Are you mad at me?"

"What? Why should I be mad?"

"I don't know. Because I forced you to see the movie?"

"Oh no. That's okay. I'm not mad at you."

"Then why aren't you saying anything…and why do you keep staring at your…hands?"

"Look Tristan. I'm not mad at you, ok?"

"You can just tell me if you are mad at me."

"Tristan…"

"Rory…"

Rory sighed. "Fine. I'm scared okay?"

"You're scared?"

"Yeah," she answered quietly.

"Scared of what?"

"I'm scared that if I look out the window I'll uhh…see…something."

"Something?"

"Yeah. Something.".

"You mean like…a ghost?"

"Yeah," Rory said feeling a little stupid.

"That's ridiculous Rory."

"I know," Rory said, trying not to laugh at herself.

GILMORE'S HOUSE

Rory and Tristan were still in the car.

"Tristan, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure."

"Can you...umm…open the door for me?"

"Of course. Hold on." Tristan opened his door and walked over to the passenger side. He opened the door and Rory quickly got out of the car, wrapping her hand around Tristan's arm.

"Wow. That movie really did scare the hell out of you, didn't it?"

Rory nodded. dragging Tristan to the front porch while holding his arm tightly and burying her face in his shoulder.

ON THE PORCH

Rory finally let go of Tristan's arm.

"I had a really great time tonight."

"I'm glad because I had a really great time too."

They stood there in awkward silence. "Well I should get in now."

"Don't you wanna invite me in?" Tristan said, smirking.

"I think it's a little late for that"

 "It's only 11:15. It's not too late for me."

"Well for me it is."

"Okay."

"So..." kiss me, kiss me, kiss me she thought.

"So..." he said, while thinking kiss her you idiot.

What the hell, Rory thought as she stood on her tiptoes and crushed her lips against Tristan's. Raising her hands to his face, she pulled him closer as he settled his hands on her waist. He licked her bottom lip, moaning softly, as if begging for entrance. Gladly, she gave him. After a while, they pulled away. They just stood there, enjoying each other's company.

"I better go in."

"Yeah."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Definitely." Tristan gave Rory one last kiss before leaving for his car. Rory walked into the house with a big smile plastered on her face.

"Mom! I'm home. Mom!" She walked to the kitchen and found a note.

Rory,

I'm at Sookie's. She had a little argument with Jackson. Don't wait up.

Love, Mom

Not now!!!, Rory thought, her eyes wandering around the house. She was crying inside. Then she remembered Tristan. She hadn't heard his car leave yet. Tristan. Running to front door, she opened it and called out, "Tristan!"

To be continued…