A/n – for those that are confused, no they did not have sex that night,
they were going to because Rory thought she was ready, and that if they had
sex then Tristan would stay with her. He told her that he would be with her
weather or not they had sex. So they didn't, they just fooled around. At
this given time Rory is still a virgin!
Thanks to EVERYONE that reviewed. Keep it up...it means a lot to me.
Chapter 8 : I'm Leaving On a Jet Plane....
Rory awoke the next morning at seven; she smiled to herself as she recalled the events of last night. Just how amazing Tristan was being, just how much she loved him, she loved how at certain times it seemed that he knew her better then she knew herself. That scared her and amazed her all at once but most of all it made her feel so loved that she just wanted to burst. She got out of bed and went to take a shower, getting out she walked into her closet trying to find something to wear.
She ended up wearing Tristan's favorite of her outfits. She spun around in the mirror; she was wearing a jean mini skirt with an attached black belt and chains hanging off it. She wore a black wife beater with a white one under it. She was wearing a plain leather cuff on her wrist, and black heels. Her hair fell freely down her back and cascading around her shoulders. Tristan loved it; he said it made her look like she was ready to kick someone's ass. For some reason that appealed to him and she didn't question it. She dusted on some gray eye shadow, and added black eyeliner giving her smoky eyes, putting on her lip-gloss she threw it in her purse, grabbed it and ran to her car.
She pulled into the airport at 7:45 and ran to where she was meeting Tristan. He saw her running to him and smiled as she skidded to a stop about 10 feet away. Readjusting her skirt, she walked over to where he stood.
"Loving the outfit . . .Mary." he said smirking, "we might have to find you another name though." He replied his voice husky.
Rory simply smiled at him, "You do that hon." She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His automatically wrapped themselves around her waist. "How long is your flight?" She asked him leaning her forehead against his.
"I think 11 hours." He said tensing up. She knew how much he hated flying.
"Call me when you get there." She demanded
"The very second we land." Was his reply before he brought his mouth to hers. "Oh I almost forgot, I got you something," he pulled out of her embrace and reached for his backpack. He pulled out a long velvet box and an envelope attached to it.
"You didn't have too." She said reaching for the box.
"It isn't that big of a deal." He said staring down at his shoes.
"Thank you," She said giving him a kiss. She opened the present first; it was a plain silver chain with a little star hanging on it with a diamond in the star. Her eyes welled up with tears once again. She jumped into his arms and he held her to him pulling her as close as possible. "I'm going to miss you so much, baby. I love you." He whispered to her as they stood in the middle of the bustling Hartford airport, clinging to each other for dear life.
"I don't have anything for you other than my heart." She whispered resting her head on his shoulder as she said it to him. "I'm just scared that it's not enough for you. One way or another, I love you Tristan. I always have, and I have this feeling that I always will." She kissed his neck and looked up into his eyes.
"Oh sweetheart," he said cupping her cheek. "Your heart is the most precious gift I could ever get from you. It's more than enough, it means more than anything to me." He kissed her long and hard, his tongue diving in her mouth and then pulling back.
"Tristan, the plane is boarding." His dad yelled from the tunnel leading to the plane. Tristan kissed Rory and walked over handing the ticket to the lady he walked into the tunnel. Turning around he looked at Rory, as she stood there watching him tears falling down her face and her make up leaving black streaks on her face. He dropped his bag and ran towards her. When he reached her, he lifted her up and twirled her in his arms. He kissed her senseless before putting her down.
"I love you," he said stepping back.
"I love you too."
"Promise?"
"Promise, Bye Tristan."
"I'll see you soon Baby." With that, he walked into the tunnel and onto the plane.
Rory sat down in one of the plastic metal chairs and opened the envelope that came with her necklace. Pulling it out she noticed that it was a plane white card, with nothing decorating the outside. She opened it to read the note Tristan had written her.
Rory-
I know that you feel that these 3 months might change me, but believe
me when I say that nothing would make me leave you. You are made for
me, and not a single European girl can change how I feel about you.
This might sound cheesy and overrated but you are my world, my sun, my
everything. I can't live with out you.
I got you star because a moon would look ugly, but someone once told
me that when ever you miss me just look up at the sky. When you see
the moon just remember me, and remember that I'm looking at the same
moon as you are, and that I'm thinking of you.
I don't think that I can make it through this trip with out everything
reminding me of you. Isn't Europe known for coffee or something? Oh
and you might be thinking, "Why the hell did he get me a blank card"
well that's simple really. Nothing can compare to how I feel about
you, and what you mean to me. I don't think Hallmark would have put my
feelings on a card, so I'm hoping my little note is making it up to
you. I love you Rory Leigh Gilmore-Hayden. I love you.
"Seagulls fly
When mermaids cry
Those tears won't dry
For Lorelei
There she is I hear her cry
She's asking me if I will die
There ain't nothing I won't do
For you Lorelei. . ."
This song made me think of you Ror, and it's true, I'll do anything
for you. Well I'm running out of room, and I'm being redundant. Love, Tristan
Rory starred out the airport window as she watched the plane fly off, tears falling down her face. When the plane was out of her sight she reread the note then putting it carefully into her purse and putting on the necklace she walked towards her car. Rory drove to the only place she knew would be of any comfort; the hammock on Tristan's property. She pulled up and walking over to it, she took off her shoes and lay down in it. The hammock, it contained so many memories of hers. . .
A/N~ What are those memories you maybe thinking well to find out you'll have to read the next chapter, and to read the next chapter I'll need to post it, and to post it I'll need reviews. So you give me what I want and I'll give you what you want.
XoXo - Sasha
Thanks to EVERYONE that reviewed. Keep it up...it means a lot to me.
Chapter 8 : I'm Leaving On a Jet Plane....
Rory awoke the next morning at seven; she smiled to herself as she recalled the events of last night. Just how amazing Tristan was being, just how much she loved him, she loved how at certain times it seemed that he knew her better then she knew herself. That scared her and amazed her all at once but most of all it made her feel so loved that she just wanted to burst. She got out of bed and went to take a shower, getting out she walked into her closet trying to find something to wear.
She ended up wearing Tristan's favorite of her outfits. She spun around in the mirror; she was wearing a jean mini skirt with an attached black belt and chains hanging off it. She wore a black wife beater with a white one under it. She was wearing a plain leather cuff on her wrist, and black heels. Her hair fell freely down her back and cascading around her shoulders. Tristan loved it; he said it made her look like she was ready to kick someone's ass. For some reason that appealed to him and she didn't question it. She dusted on some gray eye shadow, and added black eyeliner giving her smoky eyes, putting on her lip-gloss she threw it in her purse, grabbed it and ran to her car.
She pulled into the airport at 7:45 and ran to where she was meeting Tristan. He saw her running to him and smiled as she skidded to a stop about 10 feet away. Readjusting her skirt, she walked over to where he stood.
"Loving the outfit . . .Mary." he said smirking, "we might have to find you another name though." He replied his voice husky.
Rory simply smiled at him, "You do that hon." She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His automatically wrapped themselves around her waist. "How long is your flight?" She asked him leaning her forehead against his.
"I think 11 hours." He said tensing up. She knew how much he hated flying.
"Call me when you get there." She demanded
"The very second we land." Was his reply before he brought his mouth to hers. "Oh I almost forgot, I got you something," he pulled out of her embrace and reached for his backpack. He pulled out a long velvet box and an envelope attached to it.
"You didn't have too." She said reaching for the box.
"It isn't that big of a deal." He said staring down at his shoes.
"Thank you," She said giving him a kiss. She opened the present first; it was a plain silver chain with a little star hanging on it with a diamond in the star. Her eyes welled up with tears once again. She jumped into his arms and he held her to him pulling her as close as possible. "I'm going to miss you so much, baby. I love you." He whispered to her as they stood in the middle of the bustling Hartford airport, clinging to each other for dear life.
"I don't have anything for you other than my heart." She whispered resting her head on his shoulder as she said it to him. "I'm just scared that it's not enough for you. One way or another, I love you Tristan. I always have, and I have this feeling that I always will." She kissed his neck and looked up into his eyes.
"Oh sweetheart," he said cupping her cheek. "Your heart is the most precious gift I could ever get from you. It's more than enough, it means more than anything to me." He kissed her long and hard, his tongue diving in her mouth and then pulling back.
"Tristan, the plane is boarding." His dad yelled from the tunnel leading to the plane. Tristan kissed Rory and walked over handing the ticket to the lady he walked into the tunnel. Turning around he looked at Rory, as she stood there watching him tears falling down her face and her make up leaving black streaks on her face. He dropped his bag and ran towards her. When he reached her, he lifted her up and twirled her in his arms. He kissed her senseless before putting her down.
"I love you," he said stepping back.
"I love you too."
"Promise?"
"Promise, Bye Tristan."
"I'll see you soon Baby." With that, he walked into the tunnel and onto the plane.
Rory sat down in one of the plastic metal chairs and opened the envelope that came with her necklace. Pulling it out she noticed that it was a plane white card, with nothing decorating the outside. She opened it to read the note Tristan had written her.
Rory-
I know that you feel that these 3 months might change me, but believe
me when I say that nothing would make me leave you. You are made for
me, and not a single European girl can change how I feel about you.
This might sound cheesy and overrated but you are my world, my sun, my
everything. I can't live with out you.
I got you star because a moon would look ugly, but someone once told
me that when ever you miss me just look up at the sky. When you see
the moon just remember me, and remember that I'm looking at the same
moon as you are, and that I'm thinking of you.
I don't think that I can make it through this trip with out everything
reminding me of you. Isn't Europe known for coffee or something? Oh
and you might be thinking, "Why the hell did he get me a blank card"
well that's simple really. Nothing can compare to how I feel about
you, and what you mean to me. I don't think Hallmark would have put my
feelings on a card, so I'm hoping my little note is making it up to
you. I love you Rory Leigh Gilmore-Hayden. I love you.
"Seagulls fly
When mermaids cry
Those tears won't dry
For Lorelei
There she is I hear her cry
She's asking me if I will die
There ain't nothing I won't do
For you Lorelei. . ."
This song made me think of you Ror, and it's true, I'll do anything
for you. Well I'm running out of room, and I'm being redundant. Love, Tristan
Rory starred out the airport window as she watched the plane fly off, tears falling down her face. When the plane was out of her sight she reread the note then putting it carefully into her purse and putting on the necklace she walked towards her car. Rory drove to the only place she knew would be of any comfort; the hammock on Tristan's property. She pulled up and walking over to it, she took off her shoes and lay down in it. The hammock, it contained so many memories of hers. . .
A/N~ What are those memories you maybe thinking well to find out you'll have to read the next chapter, and to read the next chapter I'll need to post it, and to post it I'll need reviews. So you give me what I want and I'll give you what you want.
XoXo - Sasha