His body pinned her to the wall playfully and Rory didn't care-she was enjoying every minute of being with Tristan. His hands were playfully stroking her hair while their tongue danced against each other's. She was happy to be where she was, pinned and unmoving against the wall.
His hands traveled down her arms sending chills down her spine and sending sparks through-out her. She kissed him more hungrily now, wanting ever bit of his lips she could have. He obliged happily as his own hunger for her grew. The passion between them was obvious; the prospect of a relationship was definitely on the horizon. Quite a bit of time passed unnoticed as they kissed passionately.
For a player like Tristan, kissing was usually just a short formality leading up to bigger and better things. Yet when in came to kissing Rory Gilmore, it was like the kissing was the bigger and better thing. He didn't even care that he probably wouldn't be getting sex from her anytime soon. Just being with her, kissing her, touching her-made his body swoon for her. Nothing mattered past kissing as long as he could kiss her at any given time. It was starting to scare him that such a person would make him want her so much, but he didn't deny his heart the chance to pursue love.
Rory did love kissing Tristan; the heat from his body warmed her beyond belief. With no one else did she feel such heat, such a spark. It reminded her of the time she kissed him at Chilton. That one kiss had scared her so much that she had to just deny that it had affected her even the smallest bit. Being with Tristan now was like finally giving into her body and heart. They had longed for him for song long without her even realizing it. It was as if her body was magnetized to his. At Chilton, Rory had to try really hard not to be pulled to Tristan and allow her body to give into hit wit and banter. Yet now that she had him and could give in-every kiss they shared was like the first.
"Ahem," a voice broke their game and they turned simultaneously to the sound. There stood a disgruntled Paris waiting for Rory and Tristan to move. "So I see you two finally got together-I was wondering when you'd crack Gilmore!" she smiled a strong smile and continued past the two. Tristan tried hard to suppress a laugh but lost in the end to a sudden uproar. Rory joined in as well.
Tristan looked into her glowing eyes as she laughed, 'she's beautiful,' he thought and brushed hair from her face. He grinned at her as she settled her laughing.
"Well, that was...awkward," she said casually, emphasizing the 'awkward'. Tristan nodded in agreement and grabbed her hand leading her away from the wall.
"So Rory, was I as good as you hoped for?" he asked cockily smiling.
"Oh Jesus! You are the biggest jerk I know!" she shouted with a playful grin.
"Yes, but you know you like me," he added cupping her cheek with his hand. She smiled as he pulled her in for a short session of crashing lips and dancing tongues. As they broke away she stared deep into his eyes, 'he's changed,' she thought and sat down on a bench.
"What now?" he asked as they sat staring into each other's eyes.
"Well I have class, but after we could go see a movie," she suggested with a smile.
"Yeah, okay-what do you want to see?" he asked pulling her up from the bench.
"Oh, let's just pick one when we get there," she said and laughed lightly.
"Oh, impulsive! I like this side of you Rory!" Tristan commented as they walked towards his car. She smiled while a slight pinkish hue danced onto her cheeks.
Rory went to her class and within a short while, reemerged to an awaiting Tristan. They drove to a nearby theatre and picked a gory, thriller flick-Tristan knowing that Rory would cuddle up to him. With popcorn in tow, they chose seats near the back and sat comfortably beside each other. As the previews began, Tristan mock yawned and stretched his arm around Rory's shoulders. She giggled childishly making Tristan laugh loudly.
"You know what Tristan?" Rory whispered as they watched the movie.
"You love me and vow never to let me go?" he mocked annoying her.
"No," she answered sternly then lightened her tone, "I'm glad you're here! I think I've told you that before though!" she smiled and rested her head onto his shoulder.
"Ah, yes you have! But if you really want a surprise-I'm glad you want me here and I'm happy to be here next to you," he smiled and gave her a kiss lightly on the lips.
She pulled him into a deeper kiss and released him suddenly turning back to the movie. He hated that she liked to tease him like this. He loved that she did it though-it made her more of a challenge! Some may say that winning Rory over was like fighting in a war-but to Tristan, it was just the beginning!
The credits began to roll and a sleepy Rory slumped in her chair next to Tristan. They had chosen the double feature which evidently turned out to be some boring kid's movie that wasn't very amusing. The two left the theatre holding hands and squinted their eyes to the darkened sky.
"I realized the movies were long, but what time is it-it feels like we've been in there forever," she commented as they looked out at the sky.
Checking his watch over, Tristan was surprised at the time, "it's nearly 9 o'clock,"
"No way!" Rory exclaimed and began to laugh.
"What?" Tristan asked, confusion occupying his being.
"Well, do you realize that we were kissing for over two hours?" Rory said laughing.
"No way, it wasn't that long. It felt like ten minutes-max!" he retorted back.
"Yeah it did feel short, but it was that long. I got coffee at 11, started fighting with you. Then we made out for two hours, class for about an hour and a half. Theatres at 3:30, two movies later, here we are!" she recounted smiling at her perfect recap.
"Wow, you pay too much attention to time!" Tristan joked and gave her a kiss.
"Yeah, well you choose boring movies," she mocked kissing his neck.
"I think I'd like to argue with you all the time it results in you kissing me," he mentioned pulling him tightly to her. She pulled her arms around his neck and played with his hair.
"Yeah? Maybe I'll have to remember not to reward you for arguing with me," she smirked and he kissed her cheek playfully.
"Hungry?" he asked suddenly causing her to look up.
"Yeah, actually I am. You read me well Mr. DuGrey!" she smiled grabbing his hand. He led her to a small café not far from the theater and pulled her chair out for her. After ordering their drinks they set back to old ways and began to banter about nonsense.
"You know, I'm still angry that you left me at Chilton," she said half honestly, half mockingly.
"Why? You hated me anyways," he rebutted and sat waiting for her answer.
"I didn't hate you per say, it was more of a dislike. I did enjoy our bantering though!" she smiled happily and he smirked back.
"You know the day I left you-I wanted to kiss you so badly!" she laughed at his comment and blushed slightly.
"No you didn't," she returned.
"Yes I did, why did you have to be dating bag boy anyway?"
"Because he was sweet and concerned about me and you, you were a playboy and I didn't get involved with guys like you!" she smiled again and took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee just previously placed in front of her.
"Oh so were back on the 'I hate Tristan' road again. See I knew you disliked me-but it was my fault I must admit," he replied swallowing his pride.
"How so?" she asked with confusion.
"I was an asshole, a jerk, a playboy as you put it so sweetly," he replied and saw her smile.
"Yes you were!" she leaned in and crashed her lips against his.
"Wow, I'm going to love being around you!" he said making her blush.
They talked for awhile longer and ate their meals slowly taking in each other's company. Finally they left and walked out into the crisp air. Tristan noticed Rory's shivering shoulders, so he pulled her close to him and rubbed her outer arm as they walked to his car.
"So, do you want to go to my place? I could give you a tour," he asked as they were on their way back towards campus.
"Yeah, but only for a little while-I have class tomorrow," Rory answered smiling.
They drove to his apartment and arrived to a suave building complete with valet and a doorman. To Rory's delight, he was sweet old man who chatted her up before she entered into the building.
"You must be Rory! You know Tristan mentioned that he was going to see an old friend, but he never mentioned a pretty woman you were," he commented causing Rory to blush.
"Well thank you, I didn't know Tristan talked to other people about me," she said turning to give him a smirk. After a few more minutes of small talk, they walked into the building and into the elevator that climbed to the penthouse.
As the doors opened Rory gasped with amazement, "Really nice place you've got here!"
"Yeah, I like it quite a bit!" he said happily and threw his keys into a dish near the door.
"Wow it's so...big! Why do you need so much space?" she asked surveying the well decorated room.
"My dad bought it, told me I needed it so that when I needed to study I'd have everything," Tristan replied.
"Oh! Okay, well this couch looks really comfy so I'm just going to..." she began laying down on the couch after removing her jacket and shoes.
"You like?" he asked smiling as he sat beside her.
Sitting up she replied, "Oh I love this couch!" she leaned onto him and fell into his lap. "Now this is very comfortable," she added stretching out her legs.
"Glad to see you're enjoying yourself. Now how about a good movie Gilmore?" he asked grabbing the remote.
"As long as you don't plan on moving then it sound good to me!" she said happily.
He flicked on the TV and turned to the paper-view channels, searching for something to watch. After arguing over what to watch, they chose a romantic comedy. With another control, Tristan flicked on the fire place and slumped down to lie beside Rory. With his back to the couch, he pulled Rory close to his body and held her across the stomach.
"This is even better," she commented nestling into his chest.
"I agree," he replied and they watched the movie. As the credits rolled this time, Rory was fast asleep in Tristan's arms. He smiled as he saw her sleeping and with as little movement as possible, shut off the TV and covered them both with a blanket. Resting his body into hers he drifted happily into sleep.