Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Gilmore Girls, actors, characters, plots, etc, that would be the wonderful people at WB. Although if I did, I'm pretty sure they'd be some big changes coughChadcough. Anyway if you do feel inclined to sue me, some people have strange urges and we must accept them for who they are, I'm currently flat broke so all you will get is a used textbook, on organic chemistry.
AN: There has been some issues as to the correct spelling of various names, I looked it up on the website and there are two different spellings for Tristan, there's Tristan and Tristin. Tristan is used on the WB website, specifically in episodes "The Break Up, Part 2" and "Run Away, Little Boy." On the show site, Tristin is used in "Break Up, Part 2", but it's spelt Tristan in "Run Away Little Boy. So take your pick, personally I think Tristan looks better, more balanced, but that's just my opinion.
Michelle: Logan and Rory are in an open relationship, so no, he won't be cheating on her. As for breaking Logan's heart, I think everyone will get their hearts a little bit broken in this fanfic.
Photoboothromance: Thanks! Aww, I wanted to hear your ideas, I wasn't going to steal them or anything, my idea's completely set, so I won't be changing it.
Rish: That's okay, about the flashback thing, I think I can come up with something else, I do have a vivid imagination!
Finnlover: Thank you for reviewing. Tristan and Rory will meet up – ohh, I'm evil!
Joleen: As I've said before, this is a Trogan that will become a Trory. I love Trories, and I can't make it a Rogan because I live in Australia where we haven't had GG for a while and now it's back on, but I haven't seen Logan yet, so I can't write a Rogan until I'm comfortable with the character. However when Logan does grace our screens with his presence, I will then attempt to write a Rogan.
M.ditty: I'm sorry! I don't mean to kill anyone with suspense, I promise you, I'm not homicidal! I predict Tristan will start his return in the next chapter, there are a few plot points I've got to cover first, so the next chapter might be a bit longer than the others. Please don't hold your breath, I wouldn't want anyone to die of asphyxiation from waiting for me to update!
LoVe23: Bad computer, not letting you review! I have lots of issues with technology, so I can sympathise. I've only seen pictures of Finn and read about him in other fics, so I hope what I've written is somewhat true to the character. Plus as true Aussie, I'm kind of sick of reading Finn saying things like 'Love' all the time. That's the kind of thing, people generation older than Finn would say, not young adults. And every time I read Finn being 'exotic' it reminds me of the Moccona coffee ad (has anybody else seen that?)!
GGluvr1987: I'd say I'm sorry about the starts of the chapters, but I'm not! That was exactly what I was trying to do, so I'm glad it worked. Also, I'm happy Finn seemed Finn-like, it's hard when I don't know anything about his personality. Unfortunately this chapter is written in the morning, so it might not be as good as the previous ones!
Troryforever: Thank you for reviewing. And Tristan will be back soon.
FairyGirl07: I'm glad you liked that chapter and Finn as well. Thanks.
Xoxocmmxoxo: Thanks! I thought I should introduce more characters questioning Rory, not just Paris. And I thought it would be nice that Finn would be concerned about Rory, I find that in real life too, people with Finn-personalities can catch you off guard with their intuitiveness.
Emily: Thanks you for your review. I like Finn too, I can't wait for GG in Australia to finally get to him.
This chapter is dedicated to a close friend of mine, whose brother underwent a major operation yesterday, I'm thinking of you.
Chapter 6They stared deeply into each other's eyes. His were filled with desire and longing, sparked from very moment she had first walked into his life years earlier. The flame he held for her once hidden now glowed, reflected in her eyes, wide with uncertainty. He found himself drawn to her lips, words that had slipped from them had burned his heart once, now his skin burned for their touch. He embraced her gently, almost trembling with mere thought that he might hurt her.
As if sensing his worry, she smiled shyly before kissing him passionately to show she wasn't afraid of him. Freed from his doubt, he returned the kiss, leaving her now-swollen lips he trailed kisses along her jaw then her throat. She gasped softly, tilting her head back, wanting him to cover every inch of her body. His hands, confident and reassuring, unhooked her bra and slipped it off. She blushed under his intense study of her half-naked body, he smirked in response before for smiling tenderly down at her. He whispered softly in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, the most beautiful woman in the world.
He lifted her as if she weighed less than a feather and placed her gently on the middle of his vast bed. His lips and fingers traced delicate shapes across her skin, until her whole body was burning with desire. Reaching the top of her underwear, the last barrier between them, he glanced up, once more searching for permission and as soon as she granted it, the offending piece of material was removed. His lips and fingers returned once again to the dance across her body and soon she was writhing underneath him, begging for him to end the torturous pleasure. He moved back up, so he could watch her reactions, gaining pleasure from pleasing her, he dragged a finger across her inner thigh, higher and higher until –
"Rory? Are you around?" A voice called from the other room.
Hastily Rory stuffed the romance novel she had been reading under her pillow.
"Oh, hey Paris," she greeted her suite-mate, trying not to appear flustered.
"What were you doing in here?" Paris asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Just some reading," Rory replied, smoothing her quilt nervously.
"Right," Paris replied automatically, she started to turn away to leave when she stopped again, "What were you reading?"
"Oh, just this," Rory replied grabbing the first book on the bedside table.
"Management Practices of Multinational Businesses?" Paris asked, eyeing Rory incredulously, "Isn't that Logan's?"
"Yes, I'm borrowing it, fascinating read actually. Maybe you'd like to read it when I'm finished."
Paris stared at her a moment longer before heading straight for Rory's bed and pulling the pillow off.
"Or maybe you were reading 'Cameron and Ashley: For Love or Money?" Paris retorted holding up the trashy romance novel, she flipped it over and read the blurb, "Cameron, the only son of a wealthy American family stows away on a ship bound for England where he meets the enchanting Ashley, his childhood playmate, who won't fall for his charms. Or will she?"
"So, what if I was reading that?" Rory asked, attempting to shrug it off.
"Being with Mr Prince Charming himself is not enough to fill your passion-quota that you need to read this, glorified porn?"
"I was doing research for my essay on 'Gender and the Reconstruction of Emotion in the American Psyche'."
"Rory, do I look like I have a big sign on my head that says 'gullible, lie to me'?"
"No, I – " began Rory, desperately, but thankfully the phone began to ring, cutting her off, "I should get that."
"Fine," Paris retorted, "Saved by the bell. We will finish this conversation."
Rory waited until Paris had left the room before answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Rory?"
"Oh, hey Grandma?" Rory responded, recognising Emily's voice.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine."
"You seem flustered."
"Oh, I just, um, I was in the other room and I had to look for the phone," Rory lied hastily.
"Well, that's alright then, for a moment there I was worried."
"How's grandpa?" asked Rory, diverting her grandmother's attention.
"He's just fine," Emily replied, "And how are you and Logan?"
"We're good," Rory answered automatically, "He's taking me to party tonight, at the Thurston estate."
"The Thurstons who just bought a winery in southern France?" Emily inquired, suddenly very interested, "I've been trying to get Richard and I to one of their parties for years now. You know, they're good friends with everyone worth knowing."
"That's nice, grandma. So you called?"
"Yes, I'm organising a little soiree and the invitations are being sent out this week, but I thought I should call you ahead so you'll keep the 15th of next month free."
"That's the Saturday three weeks from now?" Rory asked, writing it down on her calender.
"Yes, that should be plenty of warning so I expect you and Logan to be there, alright."
"Sure, grandma, I'll make sure Logan's free."
"Well of course he should be, you two are dating, what else could he be doing?"
"I don't know," Rory replied, "He might have a family thing to go to."
"I'm inviting the Huntzbergers so that shouldn't be a problem."
"Okay, it's all set then. Um, grandma, I have a class to get to, so I should go, now."
"Well, I should go too. I have to call the caterers again, they always mess these things up if you don't push them."
"Bye, grandma."
"Good bye, Rory."
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Rory fiddled with the Tiffany bracelet, a gift from Logan, around her slender wrist, idly staring out into the darkness, the Thurston estate stretched out before her. She had been standing alone on the balcony for close to half an hour, but it felt much longer, much too longer. She tried to direct her stiletto clad feet into turning 180 degrees and carry her into the ballroom, but try as she might, the quiet of the empty balcony held her still. It felt more comfortable out here, it suited her better than suffocating atmosphere inside.
Not that she didn't like socialising, truth be told she had begged Logan to bring her here tonight, to the party the Thurston's were holding for the son's twenty-first. But if she was truly honest with herself, her claims of wanting to be part of this aspect of his life was just a vain attempt to spend more time with him, not that she was getting to spend more time with him.
At that very moment, she was confident that Logan, the man she wanted to spend more time with was surrounded by a small group of very willing, very available women. Pouting their perfectly glossed lips, fluttering their mascara slicked eyelashes, striking their most alluring poses in their over-priced dresses, which were actually glorified handkerchiefs. She wondered if he had forgotten whom he had come to the party with.
"Ace?"
She spun around, startled. It was almost like Logan had heard her thoughts.
"What are you doing out here?" Logan approached Rory, resting his hands on the railing either side of her, trapping her against the railing.
"I, uh, needed some air," replied Rory, trying to regain her composure after being startled.
"We don't have to stay," Logan continued softly, resting his forehead against hers, "The night's still young."
"No, that's okay, we should stay, it would be rude to leave."
"Give me fifteen minutes and we'll be out of here."
True to his word, Logan led Rory out of the Thurston mansion, whisking her away in his brand new Mercedes.
"So what do you want to do?" Logan asked as they drove back toward Yale.
"Coffee?"
"But of course," he replied with a smile.
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After Rory and Logan finished their coffee, they weaved along the tree-lined pathways to Rory's dorm. They walked like any other couple would, hand in hand, fingers entwined, pausing occasionally to steal kisses. But unlike other couples, they were silent, each lost in their own thoughts.
Logan had only one thing on his mind and that involved him, Rory and a bed. Sex, they had done it a couple of times, in fact that had been the trigger for him to stay with her, to agree to giving 'them' another chance. He did genuinely like Rory, he wanted her and he really did hate fighting with her, like the time just before she had gone to New York. That had to have been their worst fight, but whatever had happened in the Big Apple, he was grateful for it, Rory had come back a changed woman.
Rory couldn't help but think their silence was more like a third entity in their relationship than simply no talking. She wondered when exactly they had run out of things to talk about and what it would take to get that back.
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AN: Ugh, that was hard to write. Um, reviewing, I would like to know if you thought that was too risque and whether I should change the rating? Thanks for reading and, hopefully, reviewing.