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.

WARNING: Rating has gone up to M, which means there is more mature content

Happy Valentine's Day!

Chapter 19

He was glad it was almost over. In a couple of days he would be on a flight home to his sister and his grandfather. He had three long months of nothingness to look forward to. Maybe he'd travel, he had always wanted to get on a random plane with nothing but a few clothes, some money and a passport and just follow his feet wherever, anywhere, everywhere. He wanted to go to places where his name meant nothing and who he is, is greater than what he is. He had so many plans, so many ideas. He would start tomorrow, living the life of his dreams. He smiled to himself, pleased at the thought, basking for a moment in it all.

Unlocking the door, he stepped into his half-empty dorm suite, Chris, his room-mate had left earlier that day, all that remained belonged entirely to himself. An entertainment unit that he had barely used in the three years he had spent at college. A sofa with stains he didn't want to know how they had gotten there. A rug with stains, see sofa. The small, basic kitchenette with a bar fridge, the microwave was gone, Chris' only contribution to the suite. And every available shelf-space was covered in books on every subject.

From philosophy to toilet humour to travel to medical history. The latest Dan Brown next to an autobiography of Lance Armstrong, next to textbooks on Law practices. The books had overflowed from the collections contained in his adjoining bedroom. Fondly he ran a finger along the spine of the Collected Works of Shakespeare before entering his bedroom. Flicking on the lights he jumped so quickly he almost hit his head on the door frame.

"Jesus, Mary, Mother of God," he exclaimed.

Seated at his desk, reading one of his essays was none other than Rory Gilmore.

"You got one out of three right," Rory replied with a wary smile, standing up slowly.

"You scared me to death."

"Apparently I did."

"What are you doing here?"

What an innocent question, Rory thought, and yet so full of hidden questions. Loaded.

"I heard Stanford's great this time of year, thought I'd check it out."

"Rory – "

"Kiss me," she begged, looking up at him earnestly.

"What?" he asked softly, disbelievingly.

"I said, 'kiss me'," Rory repeated, clinging desperately to the brash self-confidence that had brought her this far.

"I can't," Tristan said, forcing himself to not lean over and do as she had asked.

"Why not?" Rory demanded.

"Because it's not right, this is not right."

"You mean us?" she felt fear creep into her heart, she didn't think she could take any more rejection, especially not from him.

"No, I mean, here."

"Tristan, I want, no I need you to kiss me. I'm begging you… If you care about me, even in the slightest – "

He cut her off with a soul-searing kiss. He imprinted himself on her heart, claiming her as his own and she never felt so right. When they broke apart, the stood there, staring into each other's eyes.

"Tristan, I want to…" she trailed away uncomfortably, unable to ask what she really wanted, but she didn't have, he knew exactly what she needed.

"Rory, I won't."

"But – "

"Kissing you is one thing, but I won't do that."

"Why not?" it seemed they were stuck in the same argument.

"Rory, look around you, you're standing in my dorm room. Is that how you want it to be, us to be?"

"Considering my track record, location has never been a priority."

"I never imagined making love to you in a dorm room."

"You've thought about this before?" she asked, incredulous and undeniably flattered.

"You have no idea," his smile was warm and genuine.

"What I have learnt is that there are more important things than romantic fantasies, I would take a dorm room just to be with the right guy and I want to be you, Tristan Du Gray," she didn't for him to answer, pulling him down into another kiss.

She relaxed inwardly with relief when he kissed her back.

"Okay," he murmured his consent, his voice suddenly husky and she shivered hearing him speak, "But we do this my way."

She could only nod as he entwined his fingers with hers and led her to the foot of his bed. He brushed the most tender of kisses against her swollen lips. He trailed kisses along her cheekbones, her jaw, her brow, while his hands explored ahead. With deft fingers he unzipped her hoodie and slid it slowly off her body. Underneath she wore a simple, white tank top, but to him she was far from simple, to Tristan Du Gray, Rory Gilmore was purely exquisite. Gently he pushed the material of the tank top up, tracing circles on the small of her back with feather light touches, his lips brushed against the sensitive skin behind her ear lobe and she moaned. She could feel him smile against her skin and it made her shiver. He eased the tank top off and then her bra, all the while maintaining the contain with his lips and hands.

"Tris," she whispered, when she stood half naked in front of him.

And that was all she had to say for him to know exactly what she needed. Quickly he shed his own shirt, revealing hardened muscles, muscles that flexed as he lifted her gently, placing in the middle of his bed, he resumed his ministrations. With each brush of his fingertips, graze of his lips, her skin seemed to come alive until the need for him became so visceral and overwhelming she was afraid of loosing control. Yet, she wasn't afraid, she felt safe, cocooned and protected.

He trailed kisses down her throat, through the valley between her breasts, to her navel, setting every inch of her skin on fire. With deft hands, he slid her jeans and then her underwear off, leaving her completely naked before him. Realisation hit her and she blushed, wishing she could cover herself up away from his intense gaze.

"You are so beautiful," Tristan murmured, knowing exactly what she needed to hear, "You have no idea what you do to me."

Her own hands, driven by shy curiosity, slipped down his chest, across his defined abs, her fingers hooking in the top of his jeans. He let her take control as she finished undressing him. She felt nervous and womanly at the same time, realising she had stripped him naked. She brushed her fingertips lightly against his thigh, higher and higher, until she touched him, solid and warm.

"Rory," he whispered huskily, he couldn't bear is any longer, he needed to take back control.

Their kisses were more urgent, passionate now, both filled with need for each other. Again he kissed his way down her body. She held her breath as he drew closer and closer. His first touch, gentle and tentative made her shiver with anticipation. He slid a finger inside of her and she gasped softly with pleasure. She realised then that tonight she would discover that she had never really experienced anything with Logan or Dean, that after tonight she would be changed forever.

He drew her, led her to the very edge, before withdrawing. He left her feeling hollow and burning with need, but he didn't leave her waiting for long. He eased into her slowly, partly because she wanted her gain pleasure from everything, partly because he was terrified of hurting her. Desire made them quicken their pace, moving in rhythm with each other's needs. And together they slipped over the edge, clinging to each other.

Afterwards she felt exhausted yet completely alive, her body tingled. He lay sprawled across her, until he caught his breath. When he tried to move away, she pressed a hand to his arm.

"I don't want to squash you," he whispered, "I'm too heavy."

"No, you're not," she replied, pulling him closer.

She liked the feeling of his weight, it was comforting. He placed a kiss on her temple and she fell asleep, held in his arms, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heart.

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AN: I did warn you! I hope it wasn't too much and I hope you liked it.