Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or the Tori Amos song whose lyrics I have stolen for the title.

Warning: This is a drabble and thus very short. This is as long as it gets.

Tristan Dugrey is a whipped man. He loves it. He loves banging his fist on Rory's locker everyday and having it spring open. This is something that only he can do for her. Okay well other people can do it but they sure as hell better not try because it's his thing.

She sits in his car as he drives to her house. She tells him about her day, about her crazy town, and about her mother. He likes Lorelai, sincerely, and not just because he'd have zero chance with Rory if he didn't.

Rory kisses him with the barest hint of tongue. He can taste all the bits of her she is giving him. Tristan thinks this is better than everything that came before.