The next night was like any other Saturday night to Rory. She sat
with a cup of coffee and her most recent book in the common room of the
suite with plans to just sit and read all night. Paris came out of the
room all dolled up in a clingy dress and wearing just the right amount of
make up.
"So, how do I look?"
"You look great, what are you doing tonight?"
"I have a date."
"With...?"
Before Paris had a chance to answer, there was a knock at the door. Paris opened it and Tristan invited himself inside. Rory took one look at him and forced herself to focus completely on the book, but her concentration was elsewhere. Why was Paris going out with Tristan? Didn't Paris get over that crush on Tristan when he almost screwed them over for that Shakespeare grade? Rory thought back to the time when she almost forced Tristan to take Paris out and the negative results. Paris hating her was definitely not wanted while they were living in the same dorm. It had never crossed her mind that he was doing this to get to her...if it had, she would have to admit defeat.
Tristan took Paris to a fancy restaurant and made the usual charming, flattering comments. He thought to himself that he should've said more than how good Paris looked in front of Rory, but he didn't want to make his motives too obvious. Throughout the night, Tristan was completely bored but hid that from Paris who was incessantly rambling. At the end of the night, he was very glad to take her back to her dorm.
"I guess you were right last time, we are more the 'friends type'."
"I'm glad that you said it, not me. Paris, you're a great person and we've known each other a long time. But we are only friends."
Paris was more okay with it than she thought she'd be. It didn't cross her mind that Tristan had it bad for her roommate and best friend. Paris invited Tristan in, but left him in the common room while she went to change into something more comfortable. Rory was still sitting there engulfed in a book, or so it looked.
"Wow Mary, still reading that same book."
The truth was she was thinking about Tristan more than she was reading. The book had an explicit sex scene and Rory couldn't deny that she'd imagined herself as the leading lady with Tristan as the man. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him the way she'd kissed Dean...or even just to touch him.
"Well unlike the books you read, there are no pictures of naked women?"
"You don't need that – you're too busy picturing me naked."
"In your dreams."
Little did innocent little Rory know. Tristan had many dreams about the two of them finally being together. He knew that he had to make it a reality. He sat down next to her on the couch and ripped the book out of her hands. His hand had gently brushed up against hers and it sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She attempted to grab the book back but instead found herself nearing closer to Tristan who was getting exactly what he wanted.
Paris came out of the bedroom to see the expression on Tristan's face. She realized that he still wanted Rory, just as he had four years ago. Since she couldn't have him to herself, she decided to help Tristan without telling him.
"I'm pretty tired, so I'm gonna turn in. Rory, could you try not to be too loud when you go to bed."
"No problem, Paris. I'll probably be in pretty soon."
Tristan thought otherwise. He knew that he could get his Mary to at least let him touch her in some way by the end of that night. She finally gave up on the book and let him have it so as not to get close to him. He put his arm around her and her body shook in a way that she couldn't lie about it.
"I like the effect I have on you, Mary."
"What are you talking about?"
"I touched you and your body shook. You can't say that I didn't cause that."
"I'm cold, I got a chill. Get over yourself."
The truth was, Rory wanted Tristan to touch her more. Neither Dean nor Jess had made her feel the way that Tristan did. He looked her in the eye and saw something he'd never noticed before...maybe she could have some of the feelings he'd been hiding for all this time.
"Well, Mary, it's been nice, but I must be going now."
"I thought this time would never come."
Tristan stood up, but wasn't going anywhere. Rory questioned him on why he wasn't leaving and he responded that he wouldn't leave without a hug. After a little arguing and exchanges of sarcasm, Rory gave in and gave Tristan a hug. When she went to pull away, he looked her right in the eye and gave her a gentle kiss. She didn't move from the kiss so he took the opportunity to try again this time attempting to use his tongue. He had gone a little too far and Rory just walked into her room without reaction leaving Tristan wanting more.
"So, how do I look?"
"You look great, what are you doing tonight?"
"I have a date."
"With...?"
Before Paris had a chance to answer, there was a knock at the door. Paris opened it and Tristan invited himself inside. Rory took one look at him and forced herself to focus completely on the book, but her concentration was elsewhere. Why was Paris going out with Tristan? Didn't Paris get over that crush on Tristan when he almost screwed them over for that Shakespeare grade? Rory thought back to the time when she almost forced Tristan to take Paris out and the negative results. Paris hating her was definitely not wanted while they were living in the same dorm. It had never crossed her mind that he was doing this to get to her...if it had, she would have to admit defeat.
Tristan took Paris to a fancy restaurant and made the usual charming, flattering comments. He thought to himself that he should've said more than how good Paris looked in front of Rory, but he didn't want to make his motives too obvious. Throughout the night, Tristan was completely bored but hid that from Paris who was incessantly rambling. At the end of the night, he was very glad to take her back to her dorm.
"I guess you were right last time, we are more the 'friends type'."
"I'm glad that you said it, not me. Paris, you're a great person and we've known each other a long time. But we are only friends."
Paris was more okay with it than she thought she'd be. It didn't cross her mind that Tristan had it bad for her roommate and best friend. Paris invited Tristan in, but left him in the common room while she went to change into something more comfortable. Rory was still sitting there engulfed in a book, or so it looked.
"Wow Mary, still reading that same book."
The truth was she was thinking about Tristan more than she was reading. The book had an explicit sex scene and Rory couldn't deny that she'd imagined herself as the leading lady with Tristan as the man. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him the way she'd kissed Dean...or even just to touch him.
"Well unlike the books you read, there are no pictures of naked women?"
"You don't need that – you're too busy picturing me naked."
"In your dreams."
Little did innocent little Rory know. Tristan had many dreams about the two of them finally being together. He knew that he had to make it a reality. He sat down next to her on the couch and ripped the book out of her hands. His hand had gently brushed up against hers and it sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She attempted to grab the book back but instead found herself nearing closer to Tristan who was getting exactly what he wanted.
Paris came out of the bedroom to see the expression on Tristan's face. She realized that he still wanted Rory, just as he had four years ago. Since she couldn't have him to herself, she decided to help Tristan without telling him.
"I'm pretty tired, so I'm gonna turn in. Rory, could you try not to be too loud when you go to bed."
"No problem, Paris. I'll probably be in pretty soon."
Tristan thought otherwise. He knew that he could get his Mary to at least let him touch her in some way by the end of that night. She finally gave up on the book and let him have it so as not to get close to him. He put his arm around her and her body shook in a way that she couldn't lie about it.
"I like the effect I have on you, Mary."
"What are you talking about?"
"I touched you and your body shook. You can't say that I didn't cause that."
"I'm cold, I got a chill. Get over yourself."
The truth was, Rory wanted Tristan to touch her more. Neither Dean nor Jess had made her feel the way that Tristan did. He looked her in the eye and saw something he'd never noticed before...maybe she could have some of the feelings he'd been hiding for all this time.
"Well, Mary, it's been nice, but I must be going now."
"I thought this time would never come."
Tristan stood up, but wasn't going anywhere. Rory questioned him on why he wasn't leaving and he responded that he wouldn't leave without a hug. After a little arguing and exchanges of sarcasm, Rory gave in and gave Tristan a hug. When she went to pull away, he looked her right in the eye and gave her a gentle kiss. She didn't move from the kiss so he took the opportunity to try again this time attempting to use his tongue. He had gone a little too far and Rory just walked into her room without reaction leaving Tristan wanting more.