A/N #1: OMG! I so did NOT mean to put the rest of the story note on there! I keep in there so I can refer to it, and I delete things as I go! Now I'm going to have to COMPLETELY change the rest of the story! I'm sooo sorry, but at least everyone will still be surprised!!! I will delete this soon! Sorry again!

Defy Gravity

Sara

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls isn't mine, because if it were I'd make it rated NC-17 and it would be shown only on cable where I could have all the sex on it I want. Unfortunatley, it isn't mine, so we must deal w/ innuendoes and skipping over all the sex. (So mad they didn't show Luke and Lorelai, I mean at least a little of it!!!)

A/N #2: Well, as you all know I had to rework the ending of my story, but I think it's going to work well. For those of you who didn't notice/read ch. 18 after I took it down disregard A/N #1. Terribly sorry, but in my defense I was sick and not thinking clearly at the time! Love all my reviewers, and never fear I have come to the rescue w/ a NEW plan thanx to Katherine!

Thanx: To Katherine (rosie4299), without whom I would be lost!!! Read her stories which are on my favorites page! Their yummy, and I'm happy to say she has begun to branch out into some smut writing!!!!!!!! (Laughs wickedly)

Rating: NC-17 (Not trory)

Chapter 19: Lying Naked On The Floor

Tristan sped to Hartford as fast as his small sports car could take him. Getting a ticket didn't even register in his brain as he thought about a child that would depend on him and how his life would change. Sure, he'd love to have a baby with Rory... in ten years. He promised himself he would not fall apart in front of Rory, but now that he was in his own car, tears threatened to fall.

Ever since he was a child his father had drilled in the old "real men don't cry" into his head. This fear made him want to curl up in the fetal position and bawl his eyes out... Fetal! Bawl! No, no, no! Those words made him think of babies, and that made him think about his baby, and that led him to imagining Rory sitting on the floor crying alone about her future and it was all his fault. He should have insisted that they used a condom. How stupid could he be?! Rory's very existence was because her parents didn't use a cond... he froze in his thoughts.

This child would be like Rory. Unplanned and his parents weren't ready to have a child. His. Tristan already thought it was a boy and he only found out about its existence ten minutes before. Slowly, something brought him out of the haze of thoughts he was in, and he glanced down to see his cell phone. What was that noise? Then it hit him, his phone was ringing! Rory must have changed the ring again!

"Hello?" he answered.

"Tristan?" Rory said, meekly.

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Rory laid down on the cold bathroom floor sobbing uncontrollably. She was alone. Just like her mother must have been those 20 years ago. That made her cry harder, because it was all her fault that she was by herself. Her mother couldn't help it, but Rory knew it was her fault. Tristan would have stayed, but she made him go, she forced him to leave and now her future was shattered and she didn't know what to do.

She was lying naked on the floor. Ludicrously, she thought about that old 90's song and she sang it in her head. That made her cry even harder because she remembered the innocence she lost, she remembered days where she and Lane would listen to music for hours and hours while talking about their house of cheese. Her cheek was against the cold tile and she felt her salty tears under her cheek. Her body shook and her thoughts changed to Tristan. The man she loved with all her heart and soul. They were having a child together and she shut him out when she needed him the most.

Who was she kidding? She needed to have him hold her in his arms. Fleeting memories of pulling herself as close as she could to him came into her head, but they were chased away by scary things, like lying alone in a hospital room, waiting to deliver a baby. Rocking her baby alone on long cold nights when the child had colic. And all that would be her fault. Struggling to sit up, Rory made a resolution. She knew she couldn't do this by herself, so she crawled over to where her cell phone was lying on the coffee table and she called to change her loneliness.

Her fingers shook as she dialed 01 on her memory. She heard it ring, and she was frightened that he wouldn't answer. It would serve her right, though. Rory ordered him away, so he shouldn't pick up. She deserved to be all alone in a hospital room, racked with fear about having to push a baby out of her...

"Hello," he said.

He sounded so drained... and lost. She had done this to him. She made him leave, so now he was hurting. That made new tears sting behind her eyes, but she held them at bay. She needed to get through this until he came. If he came. Why should he? Rory knew she was horrible to him, and she started feeling sick again as her biggest nightmare could easily become a reality. Having to raise a baby on her own.

"Tristan," she said as she tried desperately to keep from crying. He shouldn't have to pity her, it wasn't his fault that she was so stupid sometimes.

His heart broke when her small voice finally spoke. Even though it had only been about a five second delay, those moments seemed to last a lifetime. He waited for her to continue and he could picture her struggling not to cry. Turning his car around, he knew what she needed but he also knew she had to ask him.

"I... I need you," she said as her voice cracked.

"Rory..." he started.

"Please. Please come back. Please," she said as she lost her battle and the tears started to pour from her sad blue eyes.

Tristan felt a tear of his own trickle down his cheek, and he wiped it away as he answered her. He could hear her small gasps for air as she cried and he mentally kicked himself for leaving in the first place. Rory just found out she was pregnant, her entire life was going to completely change and he left her.

"Honey, I'm on my way," he told her. "Just hang in there, okay. I'm almost there."

Luckily, the traffic on the way back was virtually none, so it only took him a few minutes. Rory hung up the phone after he said he was coming back, but he knew she was probably just sitting there, helpless and alone. He saw her dorm room and silently cheered as he rushed, illegally parked, and ran inside. Without even knocking, he swung the door open.

"Oh, Rory," Tristan said to her as he watched her sob, uncontrollably.

His heart almost broke when she looked up at him. She was relieved that he had come. He knew how to read even the simplest of her looks, and that was written all over her face. She thought he wouldn't come back, and that tore him to pieces as he knelt beside her and let her bury her head in the crook of his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her small, delicate body he held her close and stroked her chestnut hair.

"I... I... I..." Rory tried to say, but Tristan knew what she meant.

"I know, baby, I know."

She moved her head onto his chest and listened to his heart beat as she pressed herself into him as hard as she could. Tristan knew exactly what she needed, and that was one of the things Rory loved most about him. He didn't ask questions, he just let her burrow into him as much as she possibly could. The steady beat of his heart helped to calm her down some, and she tried to match her breathing with it. She loved to just listen to the thump it made and feel it with her hand, there was something about it that just soothed her nerves. Finally, her sobs quieted to just small sniffles here and there.

Without pulling away from him, she began to speak. "I was afraid. I thought I had pushed you too far away and you weren't coming back."

"Ror..." he began, but she cut him off.

"No! I need to tell you this. I know it's irrational, but I wasn't in the best mindset at the time."

Tristan remained quiet and just rubbed her back in slow circles as she continued. "I kept having images of me in labor at the hospital all alone. I thought about my mother, Tristan. I thought about how she could have done this all by herself and I can't see how. She must have been terrified, but she did it anyway. I was sooo scared that I would be all by myself and all I could think about was how it was all my fault."

Tristan stopped rubbing her back then, and just held her a little tighter and she kept talking. "I made you leave. I pushed you away, and I can't believe you actually came back. I can't raise a child alone, I just can't. I remember when I was a little girl not having a daddy around all the time and it hurt. Sure, he would stop by a couple times a year and we talked on the phone weekly, but it was different. I don't want that for our child and I couldn't have that. I just thought about doing everything alone, and I can't."

She started to cry again and Tristan held her close, "You won't. Of course I came back, how could I not come back? I love you so much, Rory. You have to know that. I will NEVER leave you. EVER. I promise you that."

Rory nodded against his chest and felt reassured by his words. It wasn't quite as scary with someone else. In her head she pictured going through all the pain of labor, but with Tristan beside her, holding her hand and telling her that everything would be okay. Instead of her rocking her baby to sleep in the middle of the night, Tristan entered the room with a warm bottle and he was there to feed the baby. If he was there, it didn't make what awaited them seem as bad.

She pulled away and looked up at him. He knew she felt better, and that they were going to make it, somehow. Their life would still be full of pot holes and they would have to struggle, but they would deal with everything together. Somehow, it would work out. It had to work out. Leaning forward, he placed a tender kiss on her lips. It was a sign of his love for her and she pulled away and gave him a weak smile. In her heart, she knew she wouldn't be lying naked on the floor any time soon.

"So, what do you want to do, now?" he asked her quietly.

"I guess I want to talk to my Mom," she said with a sigh.

"Okay, then why don't we get cleaned up and then we can drive to Stars Hollow."

Rory nodded and Tristan helped her stand up. Looking down, he noticed for the first time that she was still naked. That thought almost made him laugh. Here, he had been holding his stark naked girlfriend for almost an hour and he just now realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. He almost busted out laughing at the hilarity of that, but he kept it to himself knowing now wasn't the time.

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Lorelai sat down on her couch for an evening of catching up with inn stuff. Now that the building was at a crucial point, she had to look over expenses to see how their budget was holding up. She hated working, but it was something she had to do. At least it was better than talking to Luke. Ever since Rory went back to Yale, things had been awkward between them. During her three day stay in Stars Hollow, they had been too busy with making sure she was okay to even think about their little kiss.

Make that hot, steamy kiss that shook Lorelai to her very core. She didn't know a kiss could make you feel like that and it made her want to tear his clothes off... No! She had to stop thinking about Luke like this! It was bad for her mind, and her dreams as of lately! Ugh. She needed to focus on her bills. That's right, bury herself in her work.

There was a knock on the door, then and Lorelai sighed as she went to see whom it was. Her mouth almost dropped when the object of her thoughts for the past two weeks was standing there. She almost thought it was another dream until she realized how nervous and clearly uncomfortable he was. That's when Luke noticed what she was wearing. She was in a cotton white spaghetti strap shirt that was thin. Very thin. He could even see the outline of her nipples through it. Lorelai snapped him out of his thoughts when she gave him a small smile and invited him inside.

"Oh, um I brought you some food because you hadn't been in the diner in a while and I was afraid you were starving or something..." he rambled lamely.

"Oh, thanks Luke. I've been busy with the inn and stuff," she replied, equally as lame.

"So, here you are. I guess I'll see you later," he told her as he turned to leave.

"Wait, Luke. Please stay."

He obliged and the two of them quickly walked into the kitchen and she set the food and coffee down and then they just stood there. And stood there. And stood there. This was ridiculous! Lorelai was fed up with the whole thing. They had been friends for seven years and now they were acting like they barely knew each other. He was all she could think about, lately. And that was SOME KISS he gave her. Without any more thought, she grabbed onto his flannel shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. He responded without a moment's hesitation and soon they were ripping at each other's clothes.

Luke could barely register what was going on, but all he knew was that it felt good. The more they kissed, the more urgent it became. Soon they had to break apart in order for him to be able to throw her shirt to the side, which exposed her bare breasts to him. As he stared at her chest, her nipples ached to be touched. Pulling her towards him, they locked in another kiss and his hands squeezed her breasts, paying extra close attention to her hardened nipples.

Lorelai pulled away from his grasp then and when she did so, her boobs bounced some, which made Luke's pants fit even tighter than they already did. Her nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned his flannel shirt and it slipped onto the floor, completely forgotten. That exposed his buff arms and shoulders, but a wife-beater still covered the rest of his torso. In one quick motion it was up and over his head and their bodies became fused together once more in a heated embrace.

At that moment, they both wanted nothing more than to be taken into mindless oblivion. Luke's hands traveled down to the elastic waist of Lorelai's pajama pants. They were pooled at her feet in an instant and he glanced down to see that she wasn't wearing any underwear! That was all it took for him to lift her up and carry her onto her kitchen table. Sitting her down, he continued to kiss her and she blindly reached down to unbutton his pants in order to ultimately free his erection and get what she craved.

Before his pants reached the floor, though, Luke pulled his wallet out and threw it onto the table next to Lorelai for easier access. After that, she quickly removed his jeans and his boxers followed soon after. Now they were both completely naked before each other and they both felt a thrill running through their bodies. The thrill was mixed with extreme horniness.

Lorelai pulled Luke towards her as she laid down on the table and he urged her legs apart and slid a finger into her. She tore her lips from his and gasped for air as his finger slipped between her folds and hit that sensitive bundle of nerves that made her go dizzy with desire. He took that opportunity to nipple on her earlobe and it made her whine and let out little panting moans. When she was soaked to his satisfaction, Luke grabbed the condom from his wallet and rolled it onto his penis with ease.

Positioning himself above her, he entered her in one hard stroke. Lorelai groaned as her muscles clenched around him in welcome. She wrapped her legs that were partially hanging off the table around his waist, which pushed him even further into her. He began to thrust into her while suckling on one of her nipples. She screamed every time he pounded into her and he began to enjoy that sound more and more. With each moan and 'Oh my God,' he drove into her harder. Lorelai didn't know sex could feel this good, but here she was lying on her back on top of her kitchen table while Luke was fucking her senseless.

Her inner muscles began to clamp and she felt her body start to shake. Fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids and traveled all the way down to her toes as they curled in response to his hard strokes. Luke felt her vagina getting tighter and he couldn't hold on any more. They laid on top of the kitchen table for a few minutes as they tried to get their breathing to return to normal. Before they could say anything Lorelai heard the front door open.

"Mom, are you home?" Rory's drained voice said as it filtered into the kitchen.

A/N: Haha! Told u I changed the story lol! Now, the title comes from a song (If ANYBODY knows the title/singer of that song PLEASE let me know cuz it's been driving me crazy for MONTHS!!!!!!) I really hope you liked this chapter!