A/N: hey guys, I promised a quick update, so here it is. I sprained my ankle the other day, so since I don't have basketball expect more frequent updates. Now... On with the show!
The Saga Of Mary And Bible Boy
Chapter 8: Taking The Plunge
"And the groups are the same as the ones you had for the project at the beginning of the year," Mrs. Rowman finished.
Rory looked up from her notes, and glanced at Paris' empty seat, then at Tristan, who had his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Mrs. Rowman?"
"Yes Miss Gilmore?"
"Paris is on vacation."
"Ah, yes. You and Mr. DuGrey will have to do her work as well then. I'll give you an extra week to complete it though."
Tristan's Room Friday Afternoon
"So why do we have to start this thing now? We get an extra week to do it!" Tristan complained, sitting down on his king size bed.
"Unlike you, I am not a procrastinator," Rory answered standing in front of him. "Besides, it's not like you've got anything better to do."
"I can think of something," Tristan grumbled as he pulled Rory down by the arm and into his lap.
"What are you doing?"
"It's my turn, remember?" He smirked, and then kissed her softly, the kiss becoming more passionate by the minute. He trailed kisses down her neck, and took a chance, biting her where her neck met her jawline, sucking on it. Rory jumped, but didn't protest.
He kissed her again, and she asked. "So how many points is that supposed to be worth?"
Tristan chuckled, and kissed her again. "Can't you tell this isn't about that anymore?"
Rory looked up at him, scared for a moment, but decided to take the plunge. She hadn't totally deciphered her feelings for Tristan yet, but there was definitely something there. And it was definitely more than a crush. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to meet hers.
As they continued, her hipsabsentmindedly started grinding into his. Tristan let out a groan. How the hell did she learn how to do that? Bag Boy never would have taken things this far.
Once again, Rory was startled. By her own actions, and by Tristan's. She realized something that scared her. She was finally realizing the affect she had on him. She knew he wanted her, and want to know the scariest part? She wanted him.
And she wasn't afraid.
For the time being of course.
A/N: Okay. So I know it was wicked short, but I had to end it here. Hang in there. Expect another update probably around Wednesday.
