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Chapter Sixteen: Reconciled
Rory rolled over to look at the clock it was eight thirty, Rory smiled happily to herself, everything was ok, her and Tristan were ok and he loved her. Rory hummed happily to herself as she got out of bed and entered the bathroom to take a shower. Rory continued humming as she showered, dressed and entered the lounge room. She stared down at Tristan's sleeping form, and still humming nudged his shoulder. "Go away" Tristan grumbled.
Rory leant down and hummed loudly in his ear, Tristan groaned and sat up. Rory sat down on the area of couch he had just moved off of. "Why are you so chirpy this morning?" Tristan asked.
"Oh I don't know, you might have just a little bit to do with it."
Tristan grinned, "oh really just a little bit."
"uh huh."
Tristan leaned in and kissed her, pushing her backwards so he was over the top of her, he pulled away leaving her breathless. "Ok maybe a big bit" she managed to say.
"Thats what I thought."
"What are we gonna do today?" Rory asked cheerily having gotten her breath back.
Tristan lied down and rested his head in her lap, "stay in bed all day."
"Oh no were not mister. We should do something like go see a movie, or go to the park, or go shopping, or something."
"Your going to let me take you shopping?" Tristan asked hopefully.
"No" Rory shook her head.
"Please" Tristan pouted.
"No, i'm not gonna let you spend heaps of money on me it would make me feel umcomfortable."
"But I like fawning all over you."
"No, lets rule out shopping, you'll want to pay for everything."
"But..."
"No buts, there are heaps of other things we could do."
"Why don't we just go to breakfast at Luke's and have a look at the paper to see if there is anything on worth seeing, if not then we can decide what to do then."
"Ok, now into the shower." Rory said.
Tristan lifted his head from her lap and got up. "What did you do with the clothes I left here?"
Rory looked away guiltily, "I'll get them."
Tristan followed her over to the linen cupboard as she opened it and rummaged it and reached right to the back searching around til she found them. "Your lucky, my mum wanted to burn them so I hid them."
Rory watched Tristan as he took off the shirt he had worn to sleep in she gasped, "What?" Tristan wanted to know.
"How badly did Jess bash you up?"
Tristan looked down at himself and saw the spattering of bruises all over his chest. Each bruise was small and only a light bruise. "Jess didn't do that" Tristan replied sheepishly.
"What? Who did?" Rory asked as she walked over to him and ran her hands over his chest.
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does, just tell me."
"Believe me, you don't want to know."
"Yes I do" Rory demanded.
"You!"
Rory looked up into his face, "what? I did not."
"Yes you did, yesterday, when we were fighting and I told you I loved you but you didn't believe me, remember?"
"Oh...." Rory said as guilt flooded her, "i'm so sorry."
"It's ok."
"No it's not, all plans for right now are off."
"Why?"
"Well due to this new revelation, It's my turn to make it up to you."
Rory's lips met Tristan in a hard kiss, they made ther way back to the couch, once on it, her lips left his and moved down his face, she placed kisses down his jaw line "Rory you don't have to make it up to me I deserve every single one of these bruises for being an idiot, however a make-out session never hurt anyone." He assaulted her lips as he pressed her back against the wall practiclly lifting her feet from the floor, Tristan braced her weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist, "I. Love. You." She muttered in between kisses. He pulled away from her, "we shouldn't be doing this."
Rory glanced at the clock on on the opposite wall, "it's ok mum wont be awake for at least an hour."
"In that case" Tristan kissed her again, his hands escaped under the red shirt she had chosen to wear that day. He traced the lines of her stomach with his hands, and slowly started to raise them further and Rory didn't stop him, an d for the first time Tristan moulded her breasts with his hands, Rory let out a breathy moan. As Tristan kissed her neck Rory whispered, "I really wish I was ready."
"Isn't that a sign of being ready" Tristan joked.
"You wish."
As Tristan stepped further away from the wall Rory lowered her feet, Tristan's breathing was ragged and Rory's lips were swollen from his kisses. "I'm going into the shower now"
As Tristan left the room, Rory made her way over to a mirror trying to fix her mussed up hair.
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Rory and Tristan paused outside the door to Luke's, Rory sighed as she looked at Tristan's black eye which he had refused to let her put make up on,to try and cover it up, "let's just go in" Rory said taking a hold of Tristan's hand.
As they entered Rory looked for Jess, there eyes met and Rory saw the furious look on Jess's face, "Get us a table"
Rory dropped Tristan's hand and made her way over to Jess behind the counter, "Can we talk?"
"What about? Tristan came crying to you abut how I hit him and you just took him back."
"No, we were already back together when you hit him, he didn't know I told you what happened."
Jess didn't reply. "He explained everything to me, it's not the way I thought it was, he loves me."
"And you love him?"
"Yes."
"I... If... If he hurts you again you just tell me and I'll..."
"Thats really sweet of you Jess."
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AN: This chapter was kind of a filler as I am stuck on what should happen next. Suggestions would be great. Please review, I am looking to get over that 100 mark. Thank you to all of you who have already reviewed and I urge you all to read and review my other story: Escaping.
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Chapter Sixteen: Reconciled
Rory rolled over to look at the clock it was eight thirty, Rory smiled happily to herself, everything was ok, her and Tristan were ok and he loved her. Rory hummed happily to herself as she got out of bed and entered the bathroom to take a shower. Rory continued humming as she showered, dressed and entered the lounge room. She stared down at Tristan's sleeping form, and still humming nudged his shoulder. "Go away" Tristan grumbled.
Rory leant down and hummed loudly in his ear, Tristan groaned and sat up. Rory sat down on the area of couch he had just moved off of. "Why are you so chirpy this morning?" Tristan asked.
"Oh I don't know, you might have just a little bit to do with it."
Tristan grinned, "oh really just a little bit."
"uh huh."
Tristan leaned in and kissed her, pushing her backwards so he was over the top of her, he pulled away leaving her breathless. "Ok maybe a big bit" she managed to say.
"Thats what I thought."
"What are we gonna do today?" Rory asked cheerily having gotten her breath back.
Tristan lied down and rested his head in her lap, "stay in bed all day."
"Oh no were not mister. We should do something like go see a movie, or go to the park, or go shopping, or something."
"Your going to let me take you shopping?" Tristan asked hopefully.
"No" Rory shook her head.
"Please" Tristan pouted.
"No, i'm not gonna let you spend heaps of money on me it would make me feel umcomfortable."
"But I like fawning all over you."
"No, lets rule out shopping, you'll want to pay for everything."
"But..."
"No buts, there are heaps of other things we could do."
"Why don't we just go to breakfast at Luke's and have a look at the paper to see if there is anything on worth seeing, if not then we can decide what to do then."
"Ok, now into the shower." Rory said.
Tristan lifted his head from her lap and got up. "What did you do with the clothes I left here?"
Rory looked away guiltily, "I'll get them."
Tristan followed her over to the linen cupboard as she opened it and rummaged it and reached right to the back searching around til she found them. "Your lucky, my mum wanted to burn them so I hid them."
Rory watched Tristan as he took off the shirt he had worn to sleep in she gasped, "What?" Tristan wanted to know.
"How badly did Jess bash you up?"
Tristan looked down at himself and saw the spattering of bruises all over his chest. Each bruise was small and only a light bruise. "Jess didn't do that" Tristan replied sheepishly.
"What? Who did?" Rory asked as she walked over to him and ran her hands over his chest.
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does, just tell me."
"Believe me, you don't want to know."
"Yes I do" Rory demanded.
"You!"
Rory looked up into his face, "what? I did not."
"Yes you did, yesterday, when we were fighting and I told you I loved you but you didn't believe me, remember?"
"Oh...." Rory said as guilt flooded her, "i'm so sorry."
"It's ok."
"No it's not, all plans for right now are off."
"Why?"
"Well due to this new revelation, It's my turn to make it up to you."
Rory's lips met Tristan in a hard kiss, they made ther way back to the couch, once on it, her lips left his and moved down his face, she placed kisses down his jaw line "Rory you don't have to make it up to me I deserve every single one of these bruises for being an idiot, however a make-out session never hurt anyone." He assaulted her lips as he pressed her back against the wall practiclly lifting her feet from the floor, Tristan braced her weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist, "I. Love. You." She muttered in between kisses. He pulled away from her, "we shouldn't be doing this."
Rory glanced at the clock on on the opposite wall, "it's ok mum wont be awake for at least an hour."
"In that case" Tristan kissed her again, his hands escaped under the red shirt she had chosen to wear that day. He traced the lines of her stomach with his hands, and slowly started to raise them further and Rory didn't stop him, an d for the first time Tristan moulded her breasts with his hands, Rory let out a breathy moan. As Tristan kissed her neck Rory whispered, "I really wish I was ready."
"Isn't that a sign of being ready" Tristan joked.
"You wish."
As Tristan stepped further away from the wall Rory lowered her feet, Tristan's breathing was ragged and Rory's lips were swollen from his kisses. "I'm going into the shower now"
As Tristan left the room, Rory made her way over to a mirror trying to fix her mussed up hair.
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Rory and Tristan paused outside the door to Luke's, Rory sighed as she looked at Tristan's black eye which he had refused to let her put make up on,to try and cover it up, "let's just go in" Rory said taking a hold of Tristan's hand.
As they entered Rory looked for Jess, there eyes met and Rory saw the furious look on Jess's face, "Get us a table"
Rory dropped Tristan's hand and made her way over to Jess behind the counter, "Can we talk?"
"What about? Tristan came crying to you abut how I hit him and you just took him back."
"No, we were already back together when you hit him, he didn't know I told you what happened."
Jess didn't reply. "He explained everything to me, it's not the way I thought it was, he loves me."
"And you love him?"
"Yes."
"I... If... If he hurts you again you just tell me and I'll..."
"Thats really sweet of you Jess."
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AN: This chapter was kind of a filler as I am stuck on what should happen next. Suggestions would be great. Please review, I am looking to get over that 100 mark. Thank you to all of you who have already reviewed and I urge you all to read and review my other story: Escaping.