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I don't own Gilmore Girls, but I came up with the idea! I don't care what anybody says, I'm the creator!!!
A/N: Here's a preview of the end speech: Thank you sooo much for reading and putting up with me for the past few months. I really enjoyed writing this story, and it's been one of the most enjoyable projects I've ever done. So thank you, and enjoy the epilogue of But I Love Him.
Thanx: Thanks to every single person who has taken time to review this story. You inspire me to write! And to Katherine (rosie 4299): Not only has she been an amazing beta, but through the course of this story she has become my friend. Thanx babe, I love ya bunches! (Don't forget to read her stories, they're fabulous!!!)
Rating: NC-17 (Grins wickedly... did you really think I'd end this story w/out a lil more trory action???!!!)
Epilogue: The Everlasting Gaze
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the minister said, joyfully as the couple eagerly kissed their new spouse's lips.
Rory and Tristan applauded from their positions on either side of the newlyweds. The music began playing as the two broke away, and everyone filed out of the church and to the reception. This had been an exciting day, and for Rory it had started very early because Paris wanted everything to be perfect for her wedding day.
Tristan, on the other hand, got up around noon so he'd have time to get the groom ready for the big day. Rory was a little upset that he got the mellow one to deal with, while she had to deal with Bridezilla. All in all, though, everything had gone according to plan and now the two were finally married, after a three and a half year engagement.
But, now we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? What did happen after Tristan and Rory left the Gazebo? Was the pregnancy test correct? How has Rory and Tristan's relationship progressed? Did Luke and Lorelai stay together, or did the secrecy of their relationship tear them apart?
Well, after Tristan and Rory left the Gazebo, they went to tell Lorelai that Rory wasn't pregnant. She was relieved for Rory, but still angry with Tristan. It took him months to get back into her good graces. Finally, she warmed back up to him and although she was always afraid of him breaking her daughter's heart, she knew it was Rory's heart and not her own.
Luckily, the pregnancy test was correct, but Rory went to an OB/GYN and she explained that the reason Rory was so late was because the accident had stressed her out and her body couldn't focus on collecting the tissue. Two weeks later, she started and was relieved to be back on her normal cycle. Tristan was with her at the doctor's office, and while he was extremely uncomfortable, he sat there holding her hand the entire time. The couple was saddened to find that they wouldn't be having a baby, but they knew it was for the greater good.
Now, I can't give all of it away, can I? On with the wedding. Ah yes, it was a truly joyous occasion and everyone was happy that it was finally here. As they reached the reception, which was in the very hotel that was very dear to Rory's heart, the guests were busy congratulating the bride and groom. Rory sat back with a grin plastered on her face, just watching how happy Paris was and remembering how happy she herself was the last time she was in this very hotel. She was glad Paris finally found her soul mate.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Tristan asked her.
Rory turned around and smiled at him. "Just how happy they are. Even though they're so... different, they really are meant for each other. And, I guess I'm thinking about how I can't wait until it's our turn."
Tristan laughed and lifted Rory's left hand, inspecting the beautiful (and large, I might add) diamond that sparkled on her finger. He kissed her small hand, and bowed like he had been taught to do since he was a child.
"Would you join me for a dance?" he asked her.
"Why, I would be delighted," Rory joked.
Tristan spun her around the dance floor, and as her engagement ring caught the light it reminded her of Tristan's proposal. It had been an insane day, not only had she just finished taking her last exam, but Tristan had insisted on taking her out to celebrate.
Rory was brain dead. Her English exam had been excruciatingly difficult. She knew she had done well on it, but it had physically hurt her head. All she wanted to do was go to Stars Hollow and sleep it off for the next couple of days in order for her to recuperate. The only thing wrong with that plan was that Tristan had tricked her into agreeing to celebrate with him after her last exam (his exams ended the day before hers) when she was of sound mind.
She stood outside of the library, where Tristan told her he was going to meet her. The entire time she waited, all she could think about was lying on the couch with Lorelai watching 16 Candles or Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Just when she was about to call Tristan to cancel, she heard something.
"Psst. Mary!"
Puzzled she turned around, but she didn't see anyone. That was just great, now she was delusional, or going insane. There it was again! Tristan tried to subtly get his girlfriend's attention, but it was physically impossible!
"Hey Mary!" he yelled from his hiding place in the bushes.
"Tristan? Where are you?"
"I can't tell you that. Do you see that blue piece of cloth on that bench to your right?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Rory asked him, confused about this little game he was playing.
"Tie it around your eyes."
"What?! Why? Tristan, get out here!"
"Just do it, Rory."
Sighing, Rory did has he said. She knew it would be easier on them both if she didn't argue. Actually, she was too drained to argue. The next thing she knew, Tristan's strong hands held her arms and pushed her into what she guessed was the library by the musty smell of old books. He began to undress her, and she was shocked by his actions. Mainly because she was blindfolded. Then, she felt him redressing her in a blouse and skirt. Next, she felt him slide some tights on her and put some different shoes on her small feet. This outfit felt vaguely familiar, but she couldn't figure out why.
They stumbled out to the car, and Tristan ignored her questions about what was going on. When they stopped again, she was then pulled into some type of building. Their footsteps echoed, so she knew it was big and empty. Tristan put her hand against some cool metal and told her she could take her blindfold off. When she did, she almost burst out laughing.
She stood in the middle of Chilton's hallway in her old uniform. Tristan was wearing his uniform with the tie and all. It was absurd. He even fixed his hair in the messy way he had it on the day they met.
"Hey Mary. Do you remember when we were here almost seven years ago?"
"Yeah, I do. If you had told me then that we would fall in love, I never would have believed you."
"Yeah, well I never told you this, but I fell in love with you that day."
Rory looked at him in shock. She always thought he just liked to pick on her because she was an easy target. No friends and a bookworm, how much easier could it get? She basically wore a sign on her back that said 'make fun of me.'
"You, you loved me?"
"Yeah, I did. I saw this amazing girl, who didn't know how breathtakingly beautiful she really was and I wanted to make her mine forever. So, Rory, I come to you today and although I can still sometimes be that boy, I have matured into a man. And I as that man, want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?"
Rory stared at him. She could barely believe he had dragged her here, and now he was standing in front of her, asking her to marry him. In their future she saw a huge wedding, lots of beautiful children, and even though they had their share of problems, a wonderful life together. She could see herself getting old with him, and the love she had for Tristan was deeper than anything she had ever felt.
"Yes. Oh, of course I will!"
Tristan grinned and picked Rory up off the ground and swung her around the empty hallway from their past. She felt like a teenager again, and she was happy. Tristan's lips found her own and she opened her mouth for his invading tongue as Tristan slowly moved them towards her old locker. Pulling back, he pulled out the ring he bought for her.
"Here, I believe this belongs to you."
Rory's breath caught in her throat as he slipped the beautiful diamond ring, with blue sapphires on either side, onto her naked finger. She admired it for less than a minute before she lunged at him.
Tristan dipped Rory just then, which brought her out of her thoughts. She was a little disappointed about that, though, because it was just getting to the good part. They had ended up having sex with him crushing her delicate body against her locker. She could still hear him panting her name, and she could still feel the course material of her skirt bunched around her waist and the cool air blowing against her bare breasts. Rory felt herself flushing as Tristan continued to twirl her around.
The song ended, though, all too quickly and a crowd of Hartford's most prestigious couples came to congratulate Rory and Tristan on their engagement. The two were somehow separated, and they tried as hard as they could to politely excuse themselves. Unfortunately, the women were almost suffocating Rory with their expensive fragrances as they inconspicuously compared her ring to their own. She heard a faint buzzing and realized it was her cell phone. Relieved to have a real reason for leaving, she excused herself to take the call without even checking the caller I.D.
"Whoever this is, thank you!"
"For giving you life? Don't even mention it!" Lorelai's cheerful voice greeted her.
"Mom!"
"The one and only. Let's see, you're at a wedding so my guess would be that all the rich ladies just begging to see your ring were hounding you."
"Wow, you have actual magical powers!" Rory exclaimed, teasingly.
They both knew this would happen, because it was the way of the elite. Rory tried to take it in good humor though, and it left both her and Lorelai in fits of giggles when they talked about it later.
"Now, my dear sweet daughter. I need a favor from you."
"No," Rory said, knowing exactly what her mother wanted.
"But Rory! Luke won't give me any coffee! He claims it's bad for the babies!"
"It is, Mommy dearest."
"But I drank it all through my pregnancy with you, and you turned out fine."
"Sorry, but if I help you then I won't get any coffee when I come home."
"You're sacrificing your own mother's happiness for that of your own!" Lorelai gasped.
"Mom, hey I have to go," Rory said as she felt the familiar arms wrap around her waist.
They said their goodbyes and Rory spun around and kissed Tristan. This was the first time they'd really gotten a chance to spend any quality time together for a couple of weeks since Rory was on "maid of honor duty." Now that she was off the hook, though, she had a plan.
"Come on!" she said as she grabbed Tristan by the hand and ran towards the front desk.
Tristan was confused as Rory requested a certain room number. After all these years, he still couldn't figure her out sometimes. She smiled at the man behind the desk as he handed her the key and then dragged Tristan up the grand staircase, and towards their destination. They quickly reached the top and Rory found the room she was looking for. After opening the door, Tristan's mouth went dry when he realized where she had taken him.
He knew the hotel seemed all too familiar, but now he remembered why! This was the very room they had sex in for the first time. Tristan's pants fit tighter just thinking about that night. And the next morning! He couldn't believe they were here. Before he could really think about the significance, Rory had already put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob and dragged him into the room.
They met in a heated embrace and Rory's lips found his quickly. Two weeks was far too long to go without sex. Especially, when being exposed to high levels of stress. Their hands blindly grabbed and rubbed all the places they had memorized. It was a dance they knew all the steps to, and they had perfected it to an art. Sex was more than just good. Sex was their expression of love for each other.
Tristan's fingers found the tiny zipper of her dress and he slowly pulled it down, as his tongue searched the depths of her mouth for the truth that she was truly his to explore forever. Rory pulled away slightly from him as he pulled the dress down, to expose her lacy black bra and her tight nipples that were slightly exposed through the gaps in the fabric. Her sparkling blue eyes stared at him with the everlasting gaze that had captured his attention back when he was a horny teenager. Now, it meant so much more.
He had seen that gaze in so many different lights, that it was now a blur to him. Happy, lustful, loving, angry, embarrassed, saddened, painful, terrified, laughing. Every emotion, he had seen reflected in those blue pools, but right now they were just showing how much she needed him. He reached for her again and his hands felt her silky skin and he just hugged her. The scratchy lace rubbed against his tux, but he just held her. They hadn't had a chance to do that in a while.
Rory could feel his heart beat against her chest as they just stood there, embracing each other. Rory's hands slowly moved from his back and pushed the black jacket off his broad shoulders. He had already lost the tie, and so that just left his shirt for her hands to remove. She began at the top, and nipped his Adams apple as she began to unbutton the crisp white material. With each movement, more and more skin was exposed, and her mouth licked and kissed each bit of golden skin as it was exposed.
Tristan's breath hitched as she reached his bellybutton and dipped her tongue into it. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight, as her mouth journeyed down his torso at an agonizingly slow rate. When the white barrier finally fluttered to the ground, Tristan took the initiative and kissed her sensuously. He rubbed his lips against hers in such a way that she went limp in his arms as her senses became cloudy. Her dress somehow dropped to the floor, and she was in his arms in only her matching lingerie. She felt a release of her breasts, but was incapable of moving.
His hands grazed her creamy white breasts in a way they never had before. He didn't tease her as much as he usually did. He was trying to savor the moment and really learn every millimeter of her. His hands encircled the areoles, and she shivered as her nipples tightened. His fingers swept along the underside of one of her breasts, and then the other one. His mouth left her own for a second, and he dipped down to run his tongue in her cleavage. Rory tossed her head back and inhaled a gasp of air as he began to suckle on one of her nipples. His hand tweaked the other one, and she felt her core begin to heat up as his mouth took the other nipple between his teeth.
When she began to shudder under his oral assault, he pulled away from her flushed chest and looked into the same everlasting gaze. Rory wanted to cry when she looked at him. She wanted to cry because she was so much in love that her heart felt like it would burst. He leaned forward and kissed her swollen pink lips and his arms circled around her once again. Skin against skin. She melted into him as his hands traced her spine and slipped into her lacy underwear. He tugged them down, and they pooled at her feet. With that being done, one hand traced back up her spine and rested on her back, but the other one traveled up to her face and caressed her cheek.
Rory pulled back, slightly, but was careful not to break their kiss as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled his boxers down with them. Rory pulled him close to her, and they both kicked their shoes off, only breaking contact to rid themselves of unnecessary socks and hosiery. Completely naked, they stood crushed against each other. Tristan reached between her legs and felt the sweetness that was Rory coating her inner thighs and knew she would be ready at any time for him.
They slowly began to move towards the bed, and Tristan carefully laid her down as if she were a china doll that would break at any moment. Climbing on top of her, as he had done so many times before, he couldn't think about anything but being inside of her and dancing their dance. Their perfected art. Then he saw her staring up at him with that same everlasting gaze and he made full body contact with her and kissed every inch of her face. Her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, but especially her lips. Rory slightly moved her leg around his and pushed her soaking wet center against his arousal.
He eased into her then, and they both felt the connection as if a hurricane was circling around them, and they were stuck in the eye. The calm center where nothing ever changed. They were free to love and the rest of the world couldn't interfere with that. Tristan began to stroke her inner walls with his penis and she moaned against his lips that were crushing her own. He moved his mouth to the hollow that joined her neck to her shoulder and feasted on the flesh there as Rory's moans got louder.
"Oh Tristan, yes!"
He loved to hear her sighs and pants as he filled her and it spurned him on. He sped up their pace and she matched him thrust for thrust. Thoughts faded, and they just focused getting to the brink of oblivion. The place only the other could bring them. With one last stroke, they both fell. It was amazing and perfect as they laid on the bed that started their physical relationship all those years ago.
As their breathing became less erratic, they thought about how much their relationship had changed, and how they couldn't believe they had actually made it. Tristan brushed a strand of hair from Rory's face and she stared into his eyes with her own. Her blue sapphires shone as her everlasting gaze met his own, and they knew they would be together forever.
A/N: I really can't believe this story is over! I was toying with the idea of a sequel, but I really love the way this ended. Who knows, though. I loved writing this, and it was my very first trory. I hope everyone enjoyed it, because I adored writing it for you. I feel sad that it's over, but it had to end sometime. This has been an adventure into the world of trories and I'm so glad I was accepted into it with open arms. Thank you all for reviewing me and sending me constant support and encouragement.
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