It´s Friday night and Lorelai was not to be expected to arrive home until Sunday night. Paris filled me in with the necessary details...
Lorelai and Sookie are both in San Francisco at a conference, something having to do with " Inn info " they need in order to be able to manage with perfection their own Bed & Breakfast one day.
Mariano, Gellar and I decided to stay over until Lorelai comes back.
We can´t leave Rory in the state she is…
Well, at least I can´t.
I care too much to do otherwise…
Paris and Jess are watching T.V. in the living room, while I, Tristan DuGray, is sleeping on a chair situated on a corner of Rory´s bedroom…
My arms are crossed in front of my chest while I rest. I had refused to leave the room, declined stubbornly to leave her, alone. Somehow I feel responsible for what happened to her. That fist, after all, had been intended to be directed towards me. She shouldn´t have taken it. And I still don´t understand why she did in the first place…
I´ve never been a light sleeper in my whole life and it really surprised me that I actually woke up that easily because of some little noise I heard…
It was a very low, inarticulate sound…
My eyes popped open, landing on Rory´s figure laying on the bed.
She´s moaning. Moans of…distress.
She´s shifting on her position, uncomfortably, tossing and turning side to side as if attempting to escape from something terrible chasing after her.
She seems to be fighting something, fighting against something, as if someone is torturing her life without mercy…
Rory: " No,…no,…don´t hit me… ". I never thought of her to be the kind that mumbles under her sleep…
I jump up from the chair, hastily, and walk over to the bed, kneeling down on the side of it…
Tristan: " Rory… ". She cut me off with her subconscious babbling…
Rory: " Don´t hit me, don´t hit me, don´t hit me,…don´t hit me… ". Her fearful body shaking all the way. She must be having one of those nightmares where a person haunts you to death…
I didn´t know what to do for a second, but then it came to me…
When I was a little kid, my mom used to lie down on my bed and hug me all night long until my nightmares would disappear…
It always worked…
So I did what I thought was best. I went to lie down next to her and placed a hand on her right shoulder. Rory, instinctively, turned around and pressed herself against my body, seeking refuge. My arms didn´t hesistate when they took her in and pulled her a lot closer to me…
She was breathing so fast…
I began rubbing her small back with my hand, offering some kind of comfort, consolation…
Anything that would serve to bring some relaxation on her troubled spirit…
Tristan: " Shhhhh,…it´s ok,…it´s me,…calm down… ". Her fist had a great hold of my shirt, it was gripping on the fabric tightly at first, but began loosening as time went on and I continued to stroke her back…
Rory: " Tristan… ". She´s not awake, still mumbling in her sleep. My name coming out from her mouth shocked me to the fullest. I wasn´t expecting to be called by her, most of all, in that " crying for help " tone she wore…
I held onto her, tighter, her frame being secured under my embrace…
I wanted to protect her so badly. From everything harmful, hurtful…
From the world…
From everyone…
Tristan: " I´m right here… ". I breathed huskily, so low, privately. Caressing her brownish hair, my fingers toying with the thin strands, playing with them…
Rory: " I love you "…
Everything stopped. The room went still. I felt myself unable to move…
All that surrounded me froze before my eyes. I lost myself in a trance and I stared hypnotizingly at a spot in a wall from behind her shoulder…
An eternity seemed to pass, literally, until I was brave enough to look down at her closed eyes…
Tristan: " What? ". I whispered with a mixture of shock and bewilderment written all over my face…
Rory´s breath was steady, she was now sleeping with incredible tranquility and with a happy smile upon her rosy lips…
The roles had changed within a second, I was now the one antsy instead of her. I can´t understand what happened really, it´s very incomprehensible, it all happened so quick…
¿Had she passed her restlessness on me?...
I have no idea. No clue whatsoever…
¿Should I wake her up and demand an explanation?...
No, that would probably be cruel of my part. It would be so inconsiderate to wake her up just when she finally was able to conceive a good, trouble-free sleep…
No, no, maybe I should wait. Wait for tomorrow to talk it through with her. Yeah, to talk about the kiss and…well,…you know…
Just looking at her, while she´s sleeping so adorably, makes me want to kiss her with ardour and passion…
She´s too lovable…
Impossible not to like, praise or love…
Impossible not to worship…
I placed a kiss, delicately, on her forehead, and rested my chin afterwards on top of her head. Gathering her little frame even more possessively in my arms…
I´ve never been this close to her, ever…
It felt so good...
She felt so good…
Tristan: " I love you, Rory ". I whispered with my eyes shut.
Rory: " Love you too, Tris ". Mumbles lowly and cuddles even more nigh to me…
My eyes flew open…
Someone opens the door and inside comes a tense-looking Jess…
Jess: " He keeps insisting, he won´t go away! ". Rory was awaken by Mariano´s rushed voice.
I made a mental note to strangle the Diner Boy for doing that…
Rory: " What? ". Rubbing her eyes a bit, sitting straight and looking at Jess with a sleepy gaze.
Jess: " It´s Dean, Rory, he wants to see you… ". He looks really annoyed.
Rory: " Let him in ". I sat straight immediately...
Tristan and Jess: " What!? ". We were protesting, Hell yeah!. ¿What is wrong with her?...
Rory looks over at me and smiles a little. She´s not surprised to see my presence beside her, in fact, she seems very pleased and relieved at the same time to see me right there next to her…
Rory: " So I can break up with him ". She finished saying, making visual contact…
My heart beats abnormally faster…
She takes my hand, softly, lacing her slim fingers with my stronger ones...
I look down at our hands tangled together…
Her hand on mine felt so wonderful, so perfect…
Electricity shoots up through my arm and travels all over my blood and veins…
I look up at her in awe…
Rory looked like she wanted to giggle…
Tingles will always be ticklish…
Damm!...
If Mariano couldn´t see the amazing sparks between Rory and I, he sure as Hell needs eye surgery.