Hey! Hello to all that are reading this, I've decided to try something
different now that Smile is done, or as good as done anyway. It's another
Trory, I got inspiration for this a few weeks ago but I didn't have time to
develop it so I'm hoping the muses are still with me hehe!
A little back story will come in handy here, don't ask me where I came up with it, I couldn't tell you (
The night of Madeline's party, instead of Rory running out crying after the kiss, she and Tristan slept together, Tristan wasn't with Summer, he was upset because he was getting sent away the next day, his parents wanted him to travel to London to stay with another family in the hopes of him falling for their daughter who would make a merger easier and would be seen as acceptable for him to marry, they wanted him married before college. The whole Rory/Dean thing happened but they didn't get back together.
It's now the summer before senior year and Jess never came to Stars Hollow, it's not that I don't like him, I love him and I hate choosing between Tristan and Jess so he's not in it. Rory and Tristan never regretted that night but they haven't spoken since. Rory, Lorelai and Richard and Emily are in New York for some business thingy and the DuGrey's are also there with Tristan and Katy Stevens Taylor, the girl he was sent to meet. She likes him but he is still in love with Rory who doesn't know he's there.
Whoa, long explanation, here's the actual story:
Tristan looked around the room. It was a complete mess, there had been an elegant party here earlier, a party which he had been forced to attend on the arm of his 'girlfriend' Katy. The room was dark now; the only people there were the janitorial staff who were busy cleaning up. There was a grand piano up on the stage and he went to sit at it. As soon as he did, he regretted it. He was bombarded with images of the last time he was at a party, sitting depressed at a piano. It had been the best and worst night of his life.
It had been the best because that was the night he had fallen in love, the night Rory Gilmore had given herself to him. They had both been hurting, both in need of comfort. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, he was getting sent to London. It had been the worst night because the following morning after finally getting what he wanted, Rory, he had to give it up. She had known and accepted that. He wondered if she ever thought about him, he never stopped thinking about her, even when he was with Katy, he was wishing she was Rory.
He had tried to call her a million times when he was in London, each time he was interrupted or he chickened out. The morning that he was due to leave had been the hardest morning of his life. He had woken up with Rory in his arms, they had said goodbye and she told him not to worry that she would be fine and that he didn't have to call her, hearing her tell him that broke his heart. She went with him to the airport and she cried silent tears as they kissed goodbye, she watched him board the plane and she waved him off, never moving until he could no longer see her.
He turned and sat properly at the piano, and began playing, it was one of his favourite songs, Rory's too and it fit his life perfectly at the moment.
Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka Is still lodged in my head And some blonde gave me nightmares I think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies They won't make of me when I'm dead
With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps Its own beat in my head While we're talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love, the truth and what you mean to me And the truth is baby you're all that I need
I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses
Well I'm so far away Each step that I take's on my way home A King's ransom in dimes I'd give each night To see through this payphone Still I run out of time or it's hard to get through Till the bird on the wire Flies me back to you I just close my eyes and whisper Baby blind love is true
I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses
Well this hotel bar's hangover Whiskey's gone dry The barkeeper's wig's crooked and she's giving me the eye Well I might've said yeah but I'd laugh so hard I think I'd die
As Tristan began to play the instrumental part of the song he looked around the room to see that everyone was looking at him from the actual barkeeper, who happened to be male, to the janitorial staff to the woman by the door who looked half familiar. Tonight though he didn't care if Katy saw him, he just didn't care full stop.
Now as you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again Tonight, I won't be alone To know that don't mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove for it's you That I'd die to defend
I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down In a bed of roses
Tristan finished playing and found himself blushing slightly when the people in the room applauded, he sat for a moment, just looking at his hands, still resting over the keys of the piano. He became aware of somebody approaching him but he didn't look up, he didn't look when they sat beside him. He caught the familiar scent of vanilla and he could've sworn he was dreaming; the only person he knew that wore vanilla was nowhere near New York.
'About anyone I know?' a sweet voice asked.
There was no mistaking that voice; she was here, sitting beside him when he had never felt more need for her.
'You might know her, long gorgeous brown hair, incredibly smart, even more beautiful. She is responsible for the best night of my life and I haven't talked to her in over a year. That was one of her favourite songs.'
'She has good taste then, song like that, a guy like you, and I bet she's missed you like crazy.'
'She can't possibly have missed me as much as I missed her.'
'I have it on excellent authority she has spent many nights lying awake, just wishing you were there not in London.'
'She has no idea, I've spent every minute since I left wishing I was back here with her.'
'She really wants you to kiss her right now.'
'I thought she'd never ask.' Tristan grinned before turning to see the beautiful face that haunted his dreams.
Rory smiled as his lips descended on hers, kissing her in such passion as to try and make up for the past year, she granted him access to her mouth straight away, needing him more that she ever thought imaginable. His tongue was demanding, caressing hers, fighting for dominance, when she gave in he went on to reacquaint himself with her mouth while his hands roamed her body.
As soon as he kissed her, Rory's hands found their way to his hair while one of his settled on the small of her back, pulling her to him and the other explored, stroking her thighs, tangling itself in her skirt. Reluctantly they pulled away, needing oxygen. They broke apart, gasping for air, never taking their eyes off of each other.
'Rory-'
'Sssh, not yet, tomorrow.'
Tristan didn't need to be told twice, Rory stood up taking his hand and leading him out of the room and to the elevator. When they got on, she pushed the button for her floor and proceeded to kiss Tristan with such passion he could've sworn she hadn't kissed anyone since the party. When they got out on her floor, she led him to her room where they made up for lost time...
A/N: I hope you liked this, it's the first time I have ever written like serious kissing and even so much as implied anything beyond that so I hope it was okay. Let me know if I should continue with this story or not please. Katie xxx
A little back story will come in handy here, don't ask me where I came up with it, I couldn't tell you (
The night of Madeline's party, instead of Rory running out crying after the kiss, she and Tristan slept together, Tristan wasn't with Summer, he was upset because he was getting sent away the next day, his parents wanted him to travel to London to stay with another family in the hopes of him falling for their daughter who would make a merger easier and would be seen as acceptable for him to marry, they wanted him married before college. The whole Rory/Dean thing happened but they didn't get back together.
It's now the summer before senior year and Jess never came to Stars Hollow, it's not that I don't like him, I love him and I hate choosing between Tristan and Jess so he's not in it. Rory and Tristan never regretted that night but they haven't spoken since. Rory, Lorelai and Richard and Emily are in New York for some business thingy and the DuGrey's are also there with Tristan and Katy Stevens Taylor, the girl he was sent to meet. She likes him but he is still in love with Rory who doesn't know he's there.
Whoa, long explanation, here's the actual story:
Tristan looked around the room. It was a complete mess, there had been an elegant party here earlier, a party which he had been forced to attend on the arm of his 'girlfriend' Katy. The room was dark now; the only people there were the janitorial staff who were busy cleaning up. There was a grand piano up on the stage and he went to sit at it. As soon as he did, he regretted it. He was bombarded with images of the last time he was at a party, sitting depressed at a piano. It had been the best and worst night of his life.
It had been the best because that was the night he had fallen in love, the night Rory Gilmore had given herself to him. They had both been hurting, both in need of comfort. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, he was getting sent to London. It had been the worst night because the following morning after finally getting what he wanted, Rory, he had to give it up. She had known and accepted that. He wondered if she ever thought about him, he never stopped thinking about her, even when he was with Katy, he was wishing she was Rory.
He had tried to call her a million times when he was in London, each time he was interrupted or he chickened out. The morning that he was due to leave had been the hardest morning of his life. He had woken up with Rory in his arms, they had said goodbye and she told him not to worry that she would be fine and that he didn't have to call her, hearing her tell him that broke his heart. She went with him to the airport and she cried silent tears as they kissed goodbye, she watched him board the plane and she waved him off, never moving until he could no longer see her.
He turned and sat properly at the piano, and began playing, it was one of his favourite songs, Rory's too and it fit his life perfectly at the moment.
Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka Is still lodged in my head And some blonde gave me nightmares I think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies They won't make of me when I'm dead
With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps Its own beat in my head While we're talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love, the truth and what you mean to me And the truth is baby you're all that I need
I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses
Well I'm so far away Each step that I take's on my way home A King's ransom in dimes I'd give each night To see through this payphone Still I run out of time or it's hard to get through Till the bird on the wire Flies me back to you I just close my eyes and whisper Baby blind love is true
I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses
Well this hotel bar's hangover Whiskey's gone dry The barkeeper's wig's crooked and she's giving me the eye Well I might've said yeah but I'd laugh so hard I think I'd die
As Tristan began to play the instrumental part of the song he looked around the room to see that everyone was looking at him from the actual barkeeper, who happened to be male, to the janitorial staff to the woman by the door who looked half familiar. Tonight though he didn't care if Katy saw him, he just didn't care full stop.
Now as you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again Tonight, I won't be alone To know that don't mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove for it's you That I'd die to defend
I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down In a bed of roses
Tristan finished playing and found himself blushing slightly when the people in the room applauded, he sat for a moment, just looking at his hands, still resting over the keys of the piano. He became aware of somebody approaching him but he didn't look up, he didn't look when they sat beside him. He caught the familiar scent of vanilla and he could've sworn he was dreaming; the only person he knew that wore vanilla was nowhere near New York.
'About anyone I know?' a sweet voice asked.
There was no mistaking that voice; she was here, sitting beside him when he had never felt more need for her.
'You might know her, long gorgeous brown hair, incredibly smart, even more beautiful. She is responsible for the best night of my life and I haven't talked to her in over a year. That was one of her favourite songs.'
'She has good taste then, song like that, a guy like you, and I bet she's missed you like crazy.'
'She can't possibly have missed me as much as I missed her.'
'I have it on excellent authority she has spent many nights lying awake, just wishing you were there not in London.'
'She has no idea, I've spent every minute since I left wishing I was back here with her.'
'She really wants you to kiss her right now.'
'I thought she'd never ask.' Tristan grinned before turning to see the beautiful face that haunted his dreams.
Rory smiled as his lips descended on hers, kissing her in such passion as to try and make up for the past year, she granted him access to her mouth straight away, needing him more that she ever thought imaginable. His tongue was demanding, caressing hers, fighting for dominance, when she gave in he went on to reacquaint himself with her mouth while his hands roamed her body.
As soon as he kissed her, Rory's hands found their way to his hair while one of his settled on the small of her back, pulling her to him and the other explored, stroking her thighs, tangling itself in her skirt. Reluctantly they pulled away, needing oxygen. They broke apart, gasping for air, never taking their eyes off of each other.
'Rory-'
'Sssh, not yet, tomorrow.'
Tristan didn't need to be told twice, Rory stood up taking his hand and leading him out of the room and to the elevator. When they got on, she pushed the button for her floor and proceeded to kiss Tristan with such passion he could've sworn she hadn't kissed anyone since the party. When they got out on her floor, she led him to her room where they made up for lost time...
A/N: I hope you liked this, it's the first time I have ever written like serious kissing and even so much as implied anything beyond that so I hope it was okay. Let me know if I should continue with this story or not please. Katie xxx