A/N:
AlexiaWarren: I didn't want them to get back together too soon...so that's why Tris was thinking about not visiting Lydia
Amelie Cassandra: Yeah they live just a few blocks from eachother...but they just weren't meant to run into eachother...I hope you're happy with the update
Jessica: Thank you for the idea...I hope you're happy with the update! I dedicate this chapter to you!
Pearls24: Yeah Lydia died...pity isn't it...but else there wouldn't be a story!
Gythien Elven Babe: You can ramble all you want! I love your reviews!
Chelle5: I love happy endings...so course they will work things out ;) just not yet
Coffeechick87: ey at first you wanted to know how they would react when they found out she was dead and now you're not happy with it :P make up your mind ;) anyway I hope you like this chapter!
Muisje: They'll be together soon enough...don't worry
Smile1: Here it is! By the way I just loved your update for Submission ;)
T: I'm hurrying! And updating! I'm even abandoning all my other fics for this one!
Nenenj: Putting it up already! Sorry it took so long, I was away for the weekend
Carla: Yeah I will use the party...like Jessica suggested too. Anyways thanks for the review and the idea!
Damaged-Kitten: Maybe things happened...maybe they didn't. But since this is a Trory I'm gonna leave it to your imagination!
Midnightqueen6: What can I say? I just love cliffhangers...gotta keep the readers wanting more right?
BeyonceKelisHolmes: Rory isn't gonna remember things as soon as she sees Tristan...but don't worry...things will work out in the end!
A/N: Please also read my other stories and review them! I desperately want more reviews for "Payback" a Spuffy!
~~**~~
Tristan was standing in front of the door to Bens appartment. He rung the bell twice, almost too nervous to stand still. He heard nothing but silence for a while, occasionally broken by another ring of the doorbell. Finally Tristan gave up, walking the short distance home with slumped shoulders.
His mind traveled to the party he was supposed to attend this night. It was hosted by some of the associates of his firm, and his father had decided that it would be good for establishing business relations if he went.
~~**~~
Rory was dressing up for the party she and Ben were going to this night. She was wearing a beautiful winered dress that ended up on the ground. The top was covered with hundreds of small diamonds, highlighting her radiant appearance and beautiful smile.
Ben was wearing a simple tux, in which he looked absolutely stunning. A big goofy grin appeared on his face when he noticed the girl that was walking down the stairs. His eyes got brighter and his whole face seemed to light up. To everybody who could see him it was obvious that he loved her more than life itself.
And the girl that was walking down the stairs loved him back. He couldn't give her back her past, but he provided a future for her, one in which she felt safe and loved.
~~**~~
Sometimes Tristans mind tricked him into believing he saw Rory walking down the street...or heard her laughter lighting up his day. She always seemed to be gone before he could blink twice.
It made him sad.
He knew she was dead, but still he saw part of her in every woman. Sometimes it were her eyes, belonging to an old woman. Sometimes it was her sweet smile, turning into a flirting grin when the young girl it belonged to noticed him staring at her.
Getting into his tux he remembered another party...not too long ago, and everything that had happened between Rory and him that night.
**FLASHBACK**
Rory entered the room smiling slightly. Tristan was buttoning up his shirt and his reflection in the mirror smiled back at her.
With a playful grin she walked over to him and opened up the lowest button. For a moment it turned into a competition, each tried to win from the other with either ipening or buttoning up his shirt. In the end Tristan was the one to give up, and he allowed her to unbutton his shirt. Her cold hands slid over his abs, loving the feeling when he tensed. He groaned when her mouth replaced his hands, leaving hot wet marks with her tongue, while her hands opened up his pants.
"Rory"
...
"We have to stop"
No matter how much he wanted her, they had only fifteen minutes left to get to the party. She didn't even react to his words and continued to open up his pants.
"Rory"
Her name turned into a breathy moan when she brushed her hand against his already hardening cock. She grinned and repeated the motion just to hear that sound.
Tristan tried to resist her but the urge to kiss her senseless grew stronger with every second. He loved this side of Rory. In the beginning he had to initiate every intimate gesture. But as time passed she had grown accustomed to his body as well as got to know his wants and needs. With that she got more confident, trying out how she could pleasure him and enjoying the power it gave her.
Suddenly he gave up struggling and kissed her like there wasn't a party waiting for them. She happily granted him the entrance to her mouth, and felt his warm hands sliding under her skirt, lifting it up just enough to graze the light fabric of her panties.
She moaned into his mouth, turning him on even more. Not giving himself time to take off her dress he just lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Walking to the bed with her in his arms he kept kissing her over and over again...not wanting to miss a single detail of her scent and smell.
Rory pulled him on top of her and let out a strangled cry of pleasure as he drove himself into her. For a second Tristan feared he had hurt her but the slight movement of her hips urged him to go on. He kissed her jawline and started sucking on the most sensitive spot in her neck. Immediately her hips bucked up, doing a twist thingy that drove him crazy. He almost came right then and there. Instead he concentrated hard on fighting the urge down, and slid his hand down her body, trying to pleasure her first. He soon had her moaning his name, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
He loved being inside of her...making love to her. Sometimes just her kiss turned him on, and after every time they had sex he found himself wanting more. He just couldn't get enough of this girl. Back in his player days he liked sex but didn't care so much for the girl he was having sex with. But Rory was different. She managed to make their lovemaking different everytime, and just watching her come was enough to push him over the edge.
After their lovemaking they quickly got dressed again. A now very flustered Rory went back to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, before reapplying her mascara and lipgloss. Meanwhile Tristan finally managed to button up his shirt, carrying a big grin on his face.
**END FLASHBACK**
Looking down Tristan groaned in frustration. A hot bulge in his jeans was the result of his little trip down memorylane. He quickly considered his options, finally deciding on taking a drink and waiting for his member to calm down.
It took him just over fifteen minutes, making him late for the party. He silently cursed himself before jumping into his shiny new BMW. Driving just over the speedlimit he managed to arrive just five minutes late.
~~**~~
Rory and Ben walked into the beautifully decorated house. Rory couldn't keep her eyes off the expensive furniture and many paintings on the wall. One piece of art struck her and she felt her eyes wandering to it time and time again. There was something about that piece that triggered her memory. She had seen it before...but where? It was a very extensive piece...maybe she had seen it at home with her parents...
But deep in her heart she knew that that wasn't the case. This painting had something to do with the deep blue eyes that still sometimes haunted her dreams. The guy which name had begon with a T. The guy that somehow belonged to her past.
Allowing Ben to take her arm she tore her gaze away from the picture and went to meet the hosts of this party. Politely shaking hands and accepting compliments about her appearance her thoughts once again wandered to her past. Why was it stirred up by a painting? Why did she have to think about it tonight? She was just here to have fun. Shrugging the thougths off she took a drink from a tray and took a little sip. The liquid burned in her throat, almost causing her to cough. With a small nod however, she distanced herself from the hostess and walked into the bathroom, quickly drinking some water.
~~**~~
Tristan walked into the building, hung up his coat and instantly bumped into someone. He politely apologized before taking in her appearance. Her beautiful dress with its many diamonds didn't stun him. He had seen many girls dress up like that. Her eyes though made him gaze at her a little longer. Her brown hair was pulled back and expertly curled into a beautiful bun. It was so different from the way he was used to. Normally this girl would have her hair down, or up in a messy bun. Not like this. Not so stylish. So stiff. His eyes once again traveled to her face, taking in her sweet mouth and those eyes that used to stare at him so lovingly.
But they didn't right now. Her eyes were cold...no that wasn't the right word. Tristan shuddered. Her eyes were neutral. Indifferent. It was like she didn't care about him anymore.
"Rory"
His voice was soft and trembling. He was so glad that she wasn't dead...but the look on her face made him want to run. How could she look at him like that? He knew they had had a little fight...but was that reason enough for her to look this way at him? And why hadn't she contacted him after the planecrash? Had it been her decision to leave everything behind and start a new life without even informing Lorelai?
He couldn't imagine his sweet Rory doing someting like that. Lorelai was her best friend in the whole world, and she would never hurt her on purpose. There had to be something wrong. Once again he gazed into those cold eyes, feeling her heart breaking a little more everytime their eyes met. It was like she didn't even remember him.
Her voice was soft when she spoke.
"Excuse me"
With a soft brush against him she walked past him and dissapeared into the crowd.
~~**~~
Clinging onto Bens arm she silently pleaded with him to take her home. That man that had been staring at her confused her. He had the same eyes as the man in her dreams. Those same piercing blue diamonds, that seemed to light up when he first saw her. In a few seconds though his eyes had filled with hurt. She was wondering why. Had she done anything to upset him? Did he know her? And if he did...why didn't he say anything?
She saw him walking over to the hostess and once again pulled Bens arm.
"What's wrong?"
Rory slowly lifted her finger and pointed at Tristan.
"Who is that guy?"
Bens eyes traveled the distance from her finger to the guy talking animatedly with the hostess. A burning anger shot through his veins. He hated this man...for everything he had done to him.
"His name is Tristan DuGrey...why?"
Tristan.
She immediately knew that that was his true name. The man from her dream...it was him. Tristan. It seemed to fit him perfectly.
She drew a shaky breath.
"Please take me home"
~~**~~
A/N: Please review! Please?
AlexiaWarren: I didn't want them to get back together too soon...so that's why Tris was thinking about not visiting Lydia
Amelie Cassandra: Yeah they live just a few blocks from eachother...but they just weren't meant to run into eachother...I hope you're happy with the update
Jessica: Thank you for the idea...I hope you're happy with the update! I dedicate this chapter to you!
Pearls24: Yeah Lydia died...pity isn't it...but else there wouldn't be a story!
Gythien Elven Babe: You can ramble all you want! I love your reviews!
Chelle5: I love happy endings...so course they will work things out ;) just not yet
Coffeechick87: ey at first you wanted to know how they would react when they found out she was dead and now you're not happy with it :P make up your mind ;) anyway I hope you like this chapter!
Muisje: They'll be together soon enough...don't worry
Smile1: Here it is! By the way I just loved your update for Submission ;)
T: I'm hurrying! And updating! I'm even abandoning all my other fics for this one!
Nenenj: Putting it up already! Sorry it took so long, I was away for the weekend
Carla: Yeah I will use the party...like Jessica suggested too. Anyways thanks for the review and the idea!
Damaged-Kitten: Maybe things happened...maybe they didn't. But since this is a Trory I'm gonna leave it to your imagination!
Midnightqueen6: What can I say? I just love cliffhangers...gotta keep the readers wanting more right?
BeyonceKelisHolmes: Rory isn't gonna remember things as soon as she sees Tristan...but don't worry...things will work out in the end!
A/N: Please also read my other stories and review them! I desperately want more reviews for "Payback" a Spuffy!
~~**~~
Tristan was standing in front of the door to Bens appartment. He rung the bell twice, almost too nervous to stand still. He heard nothing but silence for a while, occasionally broken by another ring of the doorbell. Finally Tristan gave up, walking the short distance home with slumped shoulders.
His mind traveled to the party he was supposed to attend this night. It was hosted by some of the associates of his firm, and his father had decided that it would be good for establishing business relations if he went.
~~**~~
Rory was dressing up for the party she and Ben were going to this night. She was wearing a beautiful winered dress that ended up on the ground. The top was covered with hundreds of small diamonds, highlighting her radiant appearance and beautiful smile.
Ben was wearing a simple tux, in which he looked absolutely stunning. A big goofy grin appeared on his face when he noticed the girl that was walking down the stairs. His eyes got brighter and his whole face seemed to light up. To everybody who could see him it was obvious that he loved her more than life itself.
And the girl that was walking down the stairs loved him back. He couldn't give her back her past, but he provided a future for her, one in which she felt safe and loved.
~~**~~
Sometimes Tristans mind tricked him into believing he saw Rory walking down the street...or heard her laughter lighting up his day. She always seemed to be gone before he could blink twice.
It made him sad.
He knew she was dead, but still he saw part of her in every woman. Sometimes it were her eyes, belonging to an old woman. Sometimes it was her sweet smile, turning into a flirting grin when the young girl it belonged to noticed him staring at her.
Getting into his tux he remembered another party...not too long ago, and everything that had happened between Rory and him that night.
**FLASHBACK**
Rory entered the room smiling slightly. Tristan was buttoning up his shirt and his reflection in the mirror smiled back at her.
With a playful grin she walked over to him and opened up the lowest button. For a moment it turned into a competition, each tried to win from the other with either ipening or buttoning up his shirt. In the end Tristan was the one to give up, and he allowed her to unbutton his shirt. Her cold hands slid over his abs, loving the feeling when he tensed. He groaned when her mouth replaced his hands, leaving hot wet marks with her tongue, while her hands opened up his pants.
"Rory"
...
"We have to stop"
No matter how much he wanted her, they had only fifteen minutes left to get to the party. She didn't even react to his words and continued to open up his pants.
"Rory"
Her name turned into a breathy moan when she brushed her hand against his already hardening cock. She grinned and repeated the motion just to hear that sound.
Tristan tried to resist her but the urge to kiss her senseless grew stronger with every second. He loved this side of Rory. In the beginning he had to initiate every intimate gesture. But as time passed she had grown accustomed to his body as well as got to know his wants and needs. With that she got more confident, trying out how she could pleasure him and enjoying the power it gave her.
Suddenly he gave up struggling and kissed her like there wasn't a party waiting for them. She happily granted him the entrance to her mouth, and felt his warm hands sliding under her skirt, lifting it up just enough to graze the light fabric of her panties.
She moaned into his mouth, turning him on even more. Not giving himself time to take off her dress he just lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Walking to the bed with her in his arms he kept kissing her over and over again...not wanting to miss a single detail of her scent and smell.
Rory pulled him on top of her and let out a strangled cry of pleasure as he drove himself into her. For a second Tristan feared he had hurt her but the slight movement of her hips urged him to go on. He kissed her jawline and started sucking on the most sensitive spot in her neck. Immediately her hips bucked up, doing a twist thingy that drove him crazy. He almost came right then and there. Instead he concentrated hard on fighting the urge down, and slid his hand down her body, trying to pleasure her first. He soon had her moaning his name, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
He loved being inside of her...making love to her. Sometimes just her kiss turned him on, and after every time they had sex he found himself wanting more. He just couldn't get enough of this girl. Back in his player days he liked sex but didn't care so much for the girl he was having sex with. But Rory was different. She managed to make their lovemaking different everytime, and just watching her come was enough to push him over the edge.
After their lovemaking they quickly got dressed again. A now very flustered Rory went back to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, before reapplying her mascara and lipgloss. Meanwhile Tristan finally managed to button up his shirt, carrying a big grin on his face.
**END FLASHBACK**
Looking down Tristan groaned in frustration. A hot bulge in his jeans was the result of his little trip down memorylane. He quickly considered his options, finally deciding on taking a drink and waiting for his member to calm down.
It took him just over fifteen minutes, making him late for the party. He silently cursed himself before jumping into his shiny new BMW. Driving just over the speedlimit he managed to arrive just five minutes late.
~~**~~
Rory and Ben walked into the beautifully decorated house. Rory couldn't keep her eyes off the expensive furniture and many paintings on the wall. One piece of art struck her and she felt her eyes wandering to it time and time again. There was something about that piece that triggered her memory. She had seen it before...but where? It was a very extensive piece...maybe she had seen it at home with her parents...
But deep in her heart she knew that that wasn't the case. This painting had something to do with the deep blue eyes that still sometimes haunted her dreams. The guy which name had begon with a T. The guy that somehow belonged to her past.
Allowing Ben to take her arm she tore her gaze away from the picture and went to meet the hosts of this party. Politely shaking hands and accepting compliments about her appearance her thoughts once again wandered to her past. Why was it stirred up by a painting? Why did she have to think about it tonight? She was just here to have fun. Shrugging the thougths off she took a drink from a tray and took a little sip. The liquid burned in her throat, almost causing her to cough. With a small nod however, she distanced herself from the hostess and walked into the bathroom, quickly drinking some water.
~~**~~
Tristan walked into the building, hung up his coat and instantly bumped into someone. He politely apologized before taking in her appearance. Her beautiful dress with its many diamonds didn't stun him. He had seen many girls dress up like that. Her eyes though made him gaze at her a little longer. Her brown hair was pulled back and expertly curled into a beautiful bun. It was so different from the way he was used to. Normally this girl would have her hair down, or up in a messy bun. Not like this. Not so stylish. So stiff. His eyes once again traveled to her face, taking in her sweet mouth and those eyes that used to stare at him so lovingly.
But they didn't right now. Her eyes were cold...no that wasn't the right word. Tristan shuddered. Her eyes were neutral. Indifferent. It was like she didn't care about him anymore.
"Rory"
His voice was soft and trembling. He was so glad that she wasn't dead...but the look on her face made him want to run. How could she look at him like that? He knew they had had a little fight...but was that reason enough for her to look this way at him? And why hadn't she contacted him after the planecrash? Had it been her decision to leave everything behind and start a new life without even informing Lorelai?
He couldn't imagine his sweet Rory doing someting like that. Lorelai was her best friend in the whole world, and she would never hurt her on purpose. There had to be something wrong. Once again he gazed into those cold eyes, feeling her heart breaking a little more everytime their eyes met. It was like she didn't even remember him.
Her voice was soft when she spoke.
"Excuse me"
With a soft brush against him she walked past him and dissapeared into the crowd.
~~**~~
Clinging onto Bens arm she silently pleaded with him to take her home. That man that had been staring at her confused her. He had the same eyes as the man in her dreams. Those same piercing blue diamonds, that seemed to light up when he first saw her. In a few seconds though his eyes had filled with hurt. She was wondering why. Had she done anything to upset him? Did he know her? And if he did...why didn't he say anything?
She saw him walking over to the hostess and once again pulled Bens arm.
"What's wrong?"
Rory slowly lifted her finger and pointed at Tristan.
"Who is that guy?"
Bens eyes traveled the distance from her finger to the guy talking animatedly with the hostess. A burning anger shot through his veins. He hated this man...for everything he had done to him.
"His name is Tristan DuGrey...why?"
Tristan.
She immediately knew that that was his true name. The man from her dream...it was him. Tristan. It seemed to fit him perfectly.
She drew a shaky breath.
"Please take me home"
~~**~~
A/N: Please review! Please?