Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls belongs to ASP, not me!!! Hehe that was a rhyme. I KNOW! I should become a poet and then I'd get rich and I could plot a way to buy Gilmore Girls. Then, I'd hire CMM as my own personal sex slave.... Hmmm.... Now to scheme!!!

A/N: I'm sick today, so I don't have to go to school cheers so I've decided to write, even though my stomach is tied in knots ugh. And what sux is it's going to be unexcused since I'm not going to a doctor. El grrr!!! Oh well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I discussed it w/ my beta and I know exactly how this chapter will go. Enjoy and REVIEW please!!!

Thanx: First, to my reviewers because without y'all I would feel absolutely no inspiration to write, so thank y'all! And of course, thanks to my friend and beta, Katherine. She is sooo encouraging and sweet, but still critical of my work when she needs to be. READ HER STORIES!!! Right now, she's working on 'The Last' but you should read the prequel to that 'I Was Called Mary Once.' (I love ya, hon!)

Rating: NC-17 (Thank Katherine for that hehe ;)

Chapter 18: Breaking Coffee Cups

Rory sighed as she lay on the couch with anything she could possibly need at arms reach. Tristan was annoying the crap out of her. Apparently, if she actually walked to and from the bathroom, a giant piece of the ceiling would come crashing down and kill her. She was going stir crazy, and she was feeling turned on because let's face it, Tristan had basically been her very own slave for the past week. She sat up to stretch and Tristan re-entered the room at that moment.

"What do you need? Don't get up. I'll get it for you."

He has definitely been drinking too much coffee, Rory thought.

"I just need to stretch. Unless you can do that for me, I suggest you leave me alone."

Tristan didn't feel insulted at all. All Rory had been saying, or whining, was for Tristan to go home and leave her to her books. Of course he wouldn't hear of it, and he camped out on the couch because he was afraid he would 'hurt Rory' if they shared a bed. Well, Rory was on the brink of screaming at the top of her lungs, but instead she settled for a nice stretch. She settled back down and reached for a book, but it was a little far. Instead of letting Rory sit up a little more to reach it, Tristan grabbed it for her and handed it to her with a grin. That was it.

"Tristan DuGrey! You are driving me NUTS! I'm fine! The accident was over a week ago. I spent three days in Stars Hollow afterwards just in case, but now I'm fine and nothing has happened to me yet. You are the sweetest, most caring guy I've ever met for taking care of me all week, but you're slowly sending me to the asylum!"

Tristan stared at her in shock, and watched as she stood up on her own and she leaned forward and kissed him passionately. He couldn't protest or anything because Rory's lips were pressed so hungrily to his face. She eased her tongue between her lips and licked his ever so lightly. He granted her entrance and her tongue swept in and ran across every new surface. While her tongue was exploring his mouth, she brought one arm around his neck and wrapped the other around his back and slowly guided him towards the couch.

Sitting down, Tristan followed, and Rory pulled him on top of her. He was stunned and looked down to see if he was hurting her. That was what he had been afraid of all week; he didn't want to hurt her any more than she had already been hurt. Sliding his hands up her shirt, he felt her smooth skin and caressed it with his warm hands. Finally, he reached the undersides of her breasts and began to rub against them slowly. Rory was caught in a whirlwind of emotion as he rubbed her breasts slowly and gently. It wasn't enough, though. They hadn't had sex since the weekend of her first time, and she felt like she was going to die if he didn't speed up. She needed it hard and fast.

"Tristan," she hoarsely called out as she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to signal what she wanted.

He understood quickly and lifted her shirt over her head and threw it onto the floor. She shuddered beneath him and he grinned as he took one of her puckered nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. Hard! Rory screamed as his other hand began rolling and tweaking her other nipple at the same time his mouth sucked and his tongue laved her right bud. She shook as the feelings he was provoking in her made her start to go wet. Her cotton panties were beginning to stick to her crotch a little uncomfortably. She shifted her pelvis, which caused her to rub against his erection, since her legs were still locked around his waist.

"Oh, Rory you're killing me."

She smiled and shifted again, loving to hear his groan into her chest. Once Tristan had fully sensitized her nipples to his satisfaction, he leaned in for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues slurped together and he held her tightly against his chest while his hands slid down her naked torso to the elastic waist band of her pajama bottoms. He easily slid them down enough to have access to what he had been craving. Placing his finger on her slit he began to rub it through her panties. At the sensation, she bit down on his lip and he smirked against her mouth. Rory's nerves were going haywire as Tristan created these marvelous sensations to her, and he wasn't even touching her clit!

He slowly rubbed her until he felt her squirm with want. Then, he unhooked her legs from his waist and stripped her of her panties and threw them on the floor with her pants. Here she was, completely naked before him trembling with desire. Tristan pulled his shirt up and over his head and she raised her eyebrow in approval. He shifted Rory so that her back was against the couch and sat in front of her on the floor. Then, he placed a foot on each side of him onto the coffee table and dove in to taste his prize. She screamed as his tongue began to attack her clit and she felt her inner muscles clenching. Unfortunately, there was nothing there to clench. That wasn't a problem long, however, because Tristan thrust two digits into her wetness at the same time he sucked her clit. Rory had never felt anything so good, and she threw her head back and arched her back. Tristan saw her do this and felt his already tight pants become even tighter. Rory's toes curled against the table as he sucked and rubbed her clit while thrusting inside of her vaginal walls. Soon, Rory could feel the build up of an orgasm as he licked her engorged clit and soon she felt light-headed and violently shook under Tristan's oral assault.

He slowed down some, but continued to play with her clit and soon she felt another orgasm start to build. Even though she was exhausted, he was pushing her to the edge once more with his tongue alone, and she began to squirm when the pressure built too high. She moaned his name and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of him eating her out. When Tristan felt the first tremors of another orgasm, he sucked on her clit one last time before moving away from her. That made her eyes shoot open and she gaped at him as he pulled his pants and boxers down to free his aroused penis.

Her mouth fell open and he took that opportunity to kiss her. It was a needy desire-filled kiss that left no question about how either one was feeling. Tristan moved her back to her original position of her lying on the couch and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder while the other one wrapped around his waist. Then he plunged into her wetness as far as he could go. They both moaned at the contact before he pulled out and slammed into her again. This was what Rory had been craving. Just to feel and not think about any of the stresses that had overcome her life over the past few weeks.

Tristan hammered into her and just felt pure bliss. He had been so afraid of hurting her, but every time he helped her bathe or get dressed, he constantly had to think "unsexy" thoughts that now haunted his dreams. (Memories of Nessa giving birth plagued his mind the last two weeks). All he could think about now was the immense amount of pleasure he was feeling as he thrust in and out of Rory.

"Tristan, please!" Rory cried.

That spurned Tristan to do something he had never even thought about doing, "You like this, don't you Mary. You've wanted me to fuck you like this, haven't you?"

The harsh words in her ear affected Rory just like Tristan thought it would. She slowly began to shake and she jerked her hips up quicker to meet his short hard strokes; soon, she was screaming his name as the orgasm tore through her body. Her fingernails dug into the soft flesh of Tristan's back and his fingers dug into her hips as the last few thrusts pushed him over the edge and into the pool of ecstasy that Rory was already in. He cummed into her, and she drained him dry. He pulled out of her after a couple of minutes and looked down at her limp, naked form.

"Wow," she sighed.

"I know," he whispered and gave her a light kiss.

"I want coffee," she replied with a grin.

Tristan laughed and put his boxers on to go make a pot of coffee, while Rory wrapped up in a blanket to go after him. Unfortunately, the dorms didn't have kitchens so her coffeemaker was on top of her mini-refrigerator next to her small microwave. Tristan found all the necessities to make her coffee, and he grinned when he saw Rory standing behind him in nothing but a very small blanket wrapped around her middle that left little to the imagination. The phone rang then as soon as the coffee was ready and Rory hurried over to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Rory! You're allowed to answer the phone again!" Lorelai teased.

"Haha, he's just protective of me, that's all."

"Well, my dear sweet daughter, when are you going to come see me again?"

"I just saw you last week, remember? I stayed in your house for several days. We had that huge sex talk," Rory said while trying to hold in a laugh at Tristan's disgusted face. He figured they had talked about it, but thinking and knowing are two very different things.

Lorelai sighed, "I know that, but if we don't schedule time together early, by the time we both need to see each other our schedules are already booked up. This way, we can schedule around it."

"Okay, let me get my planner."

Rory grabbed her planner from the coffee table and began flipping pages, while her mother prattled on about Luke. It was common knowledge now that Luke and Lorelai had kissed and they finally realized they were made for each other and had been dating ever since. Lorelai said something about a double date, and Rory thought that could be fun. Tristan brought Rory her coffee and she stood up and walked over to the small table in the 'kitchen.' and set her planner down while she sipped her coffee. As she flipped, she noticed the heart in the corner of the weekend before and her stomach lurched. She dropped her coffee on the wood floor and it shattered, as did her future in that second.

"Mom, I have to go now. I'll call you back."

"But Ror..." Lorelai started, but Rory had already hung up the phone.

Tristan jumped to his feet and scooped Rory into his arms since she was barefoot. He proceeded to carry his stunned girlfriend to the couch where they had just had sex minutes before. Rory's mouth was wide open as Tristan examined her delicate feet for any sign of physical harm. When he didn't see any cuts he looked at her for some kind of explanation of why the hell she dropped her cup.

"My planner."

"What?" he questioned.

"My planner, the heart was last week. Oh my God, it was last week. She was right, the heart showed me she was right oh my God. My life, what am I going to do? What are we going to do? That stupid damn heart!" Rory said.

Tristan tried to decipher it, but he couldn't figure any of it out. "What are you talking about?"

"The heart," Rory told him with her eyes focused straight ahead. "The heart was on last week's date."

Tristan was getting frustrated because he could see tears collecting in her eyes. "But honey, I don't get it."

Finally, she tore her eyes away from the invisible spot on the wall she had been staring at and looked at him. The look of terror and despair sent chills up his spine and in a monotone voice she answered his question.

"In my planner, I put a heart in the corner of days when I'm supposed to start my period. I was supposed to start over a week ago. I... I think I'm pregnant," she explained and burst into tears.

Tristan couldn't breathe for a second, and he felt an uncontrollable urge to vomit, but he controlled it and wrapped his arms around Rory and rocked her. She leaned against him and sobbed as he just held her close to his chest. She grabbed him and pulled him as close to her body as she could for a second, until thoughts began swimming in her head. She pushed him away from her, roughly.

"No! I need some time by myself."

"What are you talking about, Rory?"

"I need to think about this, make lists. I can't just sit here and cry. Go, sort this out and come back here tomorrow. I'll be ready by then. I just can't deal with this right now," she told him.

"Rory, we need to deal with this together."

"I know," she pleaded with him. "But I just need a day. Please, just give me a day."

"Alright," he told her.

Tristan leaned over and gave Rory a small kiss, and whispered the three words she needed to hear the most and then he quickly dressed to abide by her wishes. The minute he closed the door, the reality of what Rory told him hit him full force. He might be a father. His chest constricted and he got in his car and drove to the one person he had always been able to turn to. Rory sat in her blanket and felt her stomach churn. Running to the bathroom she puked. Leaning back against the wall, tears started threatened to fall from her eyes when she remembered throwing up is a sign of pregnancy. Leaning forward she vomited again while she mourned the loss of the future she would have had.

A/N: Yay! I'm happy I could update so soon for y'all, because I do feel bad about the weeks I couldn't update at all. I'm gonna try to update every couple of weeks, if possible! I am sooo happy to see how much (some) people are enjoying this story! I write for you! Please Review!!! ;)