A/N: I need a beta, and so if any of you guys would like to fill that spot
on this name, you need to email me and say so. Then, I will pick the one I
want, and I will tell you the idea I have for my next fic. It's not at all
hooking with this one. And yes there is a game called "Are you nervous?"
and it's when two people (preferably boy and girl) go into a closet, or in
this case, a bathroom, and one of them is chosen to be the person that,
well, feels them up. And if the person that is basically just sitting
there, letting the other touches them, gets nervous, they say, "Nervous,"
and the other person has to stop.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I just own the plot. That's it.
Chapter 9: Back
He closed the distance between them. The kiss lingered for a second, and then Rory gave into the kiss and put her arms around his neck. Tristan then rubbed his tongue against her lips, begging for her to respond.
Rory, of course, did respond, and let him explore her mouth. Tristan tasted all different things. He tasted coffee, of all things, but he tasted something deeper then that. He tasted fear, and sorrow, and... love.
Tristan finally knew it. He loved her. He loved everything about her. He loved the way she smiled when she looked at him. And he loved the way she leaned on him. He loved the way she sometimes batted her eyelashes, even though she didn't know it. He loved... her.
And when the kiss ended, they pulled apart and Rory looked down at her shoes. She smiled a little. And she loved that kiss.
The smile didn't go unnoticed by Tristan. He smiled back and put his hand under her chin, and brought her up to look at him.
She saw a genuine smile on his face, and she knew that she was going to feel safe. Hell, she was safe.
"So, Rory," Tristan asked.
"Yes, Tristan?" she whispered, still keeping contact with his eyes.
"How are you?" he asked with a slight chuckle.
"I'm great." Rory's smile got bigger.
"Nothing's changed?"
"...," Rory sat down in his lap, and put her lips up to his ear. "I'm hungry."
Tristan looked down at her amazingly. He asked the silent question with his eyes. She nodded her head a little and got up. She held out her small, petite hand and Tristan caught it with his larger, stronger one. He got up and they exited the bathroom.
They walked down the hall and once they got in sight of people, their hands detached and they sat down in their spots.
-Some time later, 11:24 PM-
They were watching a movie and Rory was laying on the huge couch, with Paris on the other end, sitting up, a blanket spread among them. Tristan was in front of Rory and he was also covered by a blanket. Louise, Madeline, and the others were scattered around the room, and thy too were watching the movie.
The middle of the movie was up and Rory's hand slipped of the couch. Tristan saw this and moved back so he could join it with his. As he did so, Paris saw the whole thing. The hands found each other and Paris put two and two together. Something must have happened in the bathroom, or they wouldn't be acting like this.
Rory got up, and walked around the living room to the room next to it, the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a bottle of water. When she closed the door, there was Tristan.
Rory gasped. "What are you trying to do? Give me a heart-," but she was cut off, by Tristan's lips crashing down on hers.
Rory backed up onto the refrigerator and Tristan placed little kisses on her jaw line, and then her neck. Rory let out a quiet moan and pushed Tristan off of her.
"Stop."
"What?"
"We can't do this here."
"Why not?" he asked confused.
Rory thought for a second. "Because," she answered simply.
"Well, that's a good reason."
Rory looked him strait in the eye. "Please Tristan?"
Tristan sighed dramatically. "Fine."
"Thank you."
"We should probably get back."
The two entered the living room and sat back in their spots. The movie passed by quickly and it was about half past midnight when it finished, Paris and Madeline were talking. So, Tristan and Rory took it upon themselves to go out to the car. And wait for her.
Tristan had Rory up against the car, his arms on either side of her and they just stood there. "Rory?"
She looked up into his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Will..." he breathed heavily. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Rory laughed a little and looked down. Then she looked back up at him with a smile. "Do you really have to ask?"
Tristan heard someone come out the door and quickly got off of Rory. "Let's get in."
Rory looked up to see Paris come to them. She unlocked the doors and Tristan opened the door for Rory. Rory then smiled at him and got in. Tristan got in himself.
Paris exited the driveway and Rory suddenly said. "Let's go somewhere. I'm hungry."
Paris's eyes got big as she looked back at Tristan. Tristan just smiled and nodded. "Well, um... I know a restaurant that is open late...?"
A/N: I don't know, I am thinking I would make this one longer, or have a sequel to this one. I don't know. I just don't know what to put in it. I have no ideas at ALL so if you guys could give me some, I would be so happy. Thanks. But if I don't get any ideas, I don't have anything to go on, and this chapter would be the last in this story. So, if you could, if you want to have this one longer or have a sequel, I need ideas! Thanks for reading this story, and reviewing.
!Paige!
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I just own the plot. That's it.
Chapter 9: Back
He closed the distance between them. The kiss lingered for a second, and then Rory gave into the kiss and put her arms around his neck. Tristan then rubbed his tongue against her lips, begging for her to respond.
Rory, of course, did respond, and let him explore her mouth. Tristan tasted all different things. He tasted coffee, of all things, but he tasted something deeper then that. He tasted fear, and sorrow, and... love.
Tristan finally knew it. He loved her. He loved everything about her. He loved the way she smiled when she looked at him. And he loved the way she leaned on him. He loved the way she sometimes batted her eyelashes, even though she didn't know it. He loved... her.
And when the kiss ended, they pulled apart and Rory looked down at her shoes. She smiled a little. And she loved that kiss.
The smile didn't go unnoticed by Tristan. He smiled back and put his hand under her chin, and brought her up to look at him.
She saw a genuine smile on his face, and she knew that she was going to feel safe. Hell, she was safe.
"So, Rory," Tristan asked.
"Yes, Tristan?" she whispered, still keeping contact with his eyes.
"How are you?" he asked with a slight chuckle.
"I'm great." Rory's smile got bigger.
"Nothing's changed?"
"...," Rory sat down in his lap, and put her lips up to his ear. "I'm hungry."
Tristan looked down at her amazingly. He asked the silent question with his eyes. She nodded her head a little and got up. She held out her small, petite hand and Tristan caught it with his larger, stronger one. He got up and they exited the bathroom.
They walked down the hall and once they got in sight of people, their hands detached and they sat down in their spots.
-Some time later, 11:24 PM-
They were watching a movie and Rory was laying on the huge couch, with Paris on the other end, sitting up, a blanket spread among them. Tristan was in front of Rory and he was also covered by a blanket. Louise, Madeline, and the others were scattered around the room, and thy too were watching the movie.
The middle of the movie was up and Rory's hand slipped of the couch. Tristan saw this and moved back so he could join it with his. As he did so, Paris saw the whole thing. The hands found each other and Paris put two and two together. Something must have happened in the bathroom, or they wouldn't be acting like this.
Rory got up, and walked around the living room to the room next to it, the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a bottle of water. When she closed the door, there was Tristan.
Rory gasped. "What are you trying to do? Give me a heart-," but she was cut off, by Tristan's lips crashing down on hers.
Rory backed up onto the refrigerator and Tristan placed little kisses on her jaw line, and then her neck. Rory let out a quiet moan and pushed Tristan off of her.
"Stop."
"What?"
"We can't do this here."
"Why not?" he asked confused.
Rory thought for a second. "Because," she answered simply.
"Well, that's a good reason."
Rory looked him strait in the eye. "Please Tristan?"
Tristan sighed dramatically. "Fine."
"Thank you."
"We should probably get back."
The two entered the living room and sat back in their spots. The movie passed by quickly and it was about half past midnight when it finished, Paris and Madeline were talking. So, Tristan and Rory took it upon themselves to go out to the car. And wait for her.
Tristan had Rory up against the car, his arms on either side of her and they just stood there. "Rory?"
She looked up into his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Will..." he breathed heavily. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Rory laughed a little and looked down. Then she looked back up at him with a smile. "Do you really have to ask?"
Tristan heard someone come out the door and quickly got off of Rory. "Let's get in."
Rory looked up to see Paris come to them. She unlocked the doors and Tristan opened the door for Rory. Rory then smiled at him and got in. Tristan got in himself.
Paris exited the driveway and Rory suddenly said. "Let's go somewhere. I'm hungry."
Paris's eyes got big as she looked back at Tristan. Tristan just smiled and nodded. "Well, um... I know a restaurant that is open late...?"
A/N: I don't know, I am thinking I would make this one longer, or have a sequel to this one. I don't know. I just don't know what to put in it. I have no ideas at ALL so if you guys could give me some, I would be so happy. Thanks. But if I don't get any ideas, I don't have anything to go on, and this chapter would be the last in this story. So, if you could, if you want to have this one longer or have a sequel, I need ideas! Thanks for reading this story, and reviewing.
!Paige!