Author: Kimmi (^o^)
Title: Chapter 10: So…This Is Your Room…
Author's note: Thank you sooo much to Surya for the editing and the title suggestion. And thank you for all the reviews that I got!!! *tears*
"Tristan!" Rory called out. Tristan was in the car, just about to leave. He didn't hear her. "Tristan!" She called out again, louder. Luckily, he heard her that time. Tristan rolled his window down as fast as he could.
"Rory what's wrong?" he asked. Worried because the look on Rory's face says it all.
"Umm…nothing. Hey Tristan. Do you want to come in?"
"I knew you wouldn't let me leave Mary," Tristan said smirking. Rory just ignored the smirk, overwhelmed with how scary the idea of being all alone in her house tonight was. She opened Tristan's door and took his hand.
"Come on," she said pulling Tristan out of the car.
"Hey, relax," Tristan unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. They went into the house with Rory hands wrapped around Tristan's arm. Damn that movie was worth it he thought., smiling evilly inside.
IN THE HOUSE
Rory finally let go of Tristan's arm. They were standing in the middle of the living room.
"So Rory, let me guess. Your mom's not home so…that's why you decided to invite me in. Am I right?"
"Well…yeah. But if you want to leave you're free to go you know," Rory said obviously lying.
"You sure you want me to leave?" Tristan said stepping forward to where Rory was standing.
"Well…if you want to," she answered while her mind thinking don't go don't go don't go.
"Do you want me to?" he said, leaning forward.
"No," she confessed.
"Good. Then I won't"
His lips touched hers, moving aggressively. They tasted and teased until they were both breathless. Eventually they moved to the couch, still holding each other like there was no tomorrow.
"So…where's your mom?" Tristan spoke up.
"She's at Sookie's."
"Sookie? Is that some kind of a cookie store or something?"
"No. Sookie is a person. And that person is my mom's best friend."
"Oh sorry."
Rory just gave him a sweet smile.
"What time will she be back?"
"She didn't say. Why? Do you have to leave?"
"Oh no! I was just wondering. We don't want your mom come in here and catch you making out with the kidnapper, do we?" Tristan said, leaning towards Rory. They continued their make out session until the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rory, it's me"
"Mom! What time are you getting home?"
"Honey, I don't think I'll be home tonight."
"What? Why?"
"I'm really worried about Sookie. She's really upset and she really needs me right now."
"Oh. How is she?"
"She's sleeping at the moment."
"Mom, I don't want to stay at home alone tonight."
"Awww honey. I'm sorry. Hey, why don't you come here?"
In the meantime, ignoring the fact that Rory was on the phone, Tristan continued kissing her. He kissed her cheeks, her eyes and then her jaw line to her neck before biting her earlobe playfully.
"You're right. Why didn't I think of it before? I'll be right there mom."
"Okay. See you later. Be careful, it's late."
"Ok. Bye mom."
"Bye."
Tristan looked up. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm going to Sookie's. There is no way I'm going to stay here all by myself tonight."
"I'm here. You wouldn't be alone."
Rory looked into his eyes and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Come on. Walk me to Sookie's," Rory said, pulling Tristan off the couch by his hand. Tristan followed Rory into her room as she went to go pack an overnight bag.
RORY'S ROOM
Tristan walked towards Rory's bed as she rifled through her closet. "So...this is your room."
"Uh huh."
"It's nice."
"Thanks."
"And…this is your bed," he said sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Yes."
"Comfy," Tristan said, laying down on it.
"Thanks again."
Tristan rested his hands under his head, his eyes never leaving a busily packing Rory. He watched her every move. Should I ask her? No. No. No. Too early. Maybe tomorrow. He had been thinking of asking Rory to be his girlfriend all day long.
"I'm all packed. Let's go," Rory said, grabbing her bag as she walked out of the room. Glancing behind her, she noticed that Tristan hadn't followed her. Going back into her room she saw that he was laying on her bed, smirking. "Tristan, come on."
"Your bed likes me. It doesn't want me to leave."
Rory had to laugh. "This morning you talked to your legs and now you're talking to my bed?"
"What can I say, I have a special gift."
"Come on Tristan. It's late. I'm tired and I'm sleepy."
"Sleep here," Tristan said, moving a little to the left and tapped his hand on the empty side of the bed. Rory walked towards him.
"Tristan…Come on. I'm serious. It's late. You need to go home too. We have school tomorrow you know," she said. Taking Tristan's hand in hers she attempted to pull him out of the bed. At that time, the only thing on Tristan's mind was pulling Rory onto the bed and kissing her all night long. But then he took a real good look at Rory's face. She is tired he thought. Tristan cared about her so much that he got out of the bed. They walked out of the room and then out of the house with Tristan's arm wrapped around Rory's shoulder.
ON THE PORCH
"Is it far?" Tristan asked.
"What?"
"The house. Sookie's house. Is it far from here?"
"No, not really. It only takes 5 minutes if we walk."
"Okay then, let's go," Tristan said, taking Rory's hand in his as they started walking.
"Let's take the car," Rory stopped him.
"But you said it only takes 5 minutes if we walk."
"I know but…it's late and…after you walk me to Sookie's…you have to…come back here to get your car. Alone" Rory said with her eyes looking everywhere except Tristan.The word 'alone' was barely a whisper but Tristan heard her.
"…I don't want you to go to that much trouble. Walking me to Sookie's…and then…walking back here…to get your car…and uhh…I know you must be tired right?" She asked, finally looking straight to his eyes. Tristan didn't say a word, he just stared deep into her eyes with a big smile plastered on his face. Rory started blushing. Wow, she's worried about me Tristan thought.
"I didn't knew you care Mary," he said smirking.
"Of course I care! I mean uhh… I care about me. Your parents would hunt me down if something happened to you, right? And I don't wanna die at such a young age."
Tristan never stop staring and Rory was blushing hard.
"O-Kay. Uhh…umm…we should go. My mom's waiting," Rory said, making her way to the car. Tristan was still standing on the porch. He was the happiest man alive right now. Rory cares about me! She cares about me! ran through his mind all the way to Sookie's house.
SOOKIE'S HOUSE
Standing by the car, Rory leaned back on the passenger door. Tristan rested his left hand on the doorframe, beside Rory's face, while his right caressed her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly. His right hand was stroking her neck slowly. Rory kissed him back and brought her hand up to Tristan's chest and started play with the soft fabric of his shirt. Tristan moaned softly. Rory moved her own lips lightly across his, her mouth slightly open. Tristan wanted to taste her fully. The kiss became soft, slow and seductive. They were wrapped together like trees that had intertwined after years of growing side by side. They wanted to stay in that position forever.
"Rory!" Lorelai called out from the house. Both Rory and Tristan startled and pulled away immediately.
"Mom. Hi."
"Hey sweetie. Hey Tristan."
"Hi Lorelai. I uhh… I should go. Bye Lorelai.".
"Bye Tristan."
"Bye Rory. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow. Drive safely."
"I will. Good night."
"Night."
to be continued…