One Night's Mistake

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.

AN: Thank you for all the reviews! I'm glad the 'Fools Rush In' reference made sense to everyone. I only had one person review who did not understand it, which I don't think you went to the right website for a summary of it. Here's what IMBD's website says about it:
"After a one night stand with Isabel, Alex realizes that she is pregnant and they decide to get married. However, along with the marriage comes with compromise of one's own cultural traditions."
It's basically a story that revolves around a one night stand. Not the same situation as this story, however it's something similar. Hope that's clear now :). Now on with reading, and make sure to REVIEW! -Roxy

Chapter Fourteen

"Hey Rory," Tristan called out two days later, knocking on her door.

"What?" Rory called back.

Taking that as an invitation, Tristan pushed her door open.

"Tristan!" Rory screamed. She was in only her pants and bra. She immediately grabbed a shirt, trying to hide herself with it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Tristan said turning around, so she could put her shirt on, a smirk coming to his face. "It's not like I haven't seen you in less than that before though..."

"You can turn around now," Rory said, once she had her shirt on. "And do you really remember anything from that night?"

Tristan looked away. "No..."

"So no, it's not the same," Rory said. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"Oh, it was about tonight," Tristan explained. "I'm going to take off from work early, so if you want to take care of the movie, I'll take care of the food."

"Alright," Rory agreed.

"Okay, I'll see you then," Tristan smiled. "Happy Valentines day."

"Happy Valentines day," Rory smiled back as he left for work.

-

"Hey Ace."

Rory's head shot up from the book she was reading in the cafeteria. She was waiting until her next class. "Logan," she said surprised, as he sat down across from her. She had not seen or spoken to him since that night.

"How are you doing?" Logan asked.

"Fine, and you?" Rory asked, trying to act normal, even though she could feel her heart beating fast.

"Good..." Logan said, looking at something behind her. He then focused back on her face. "So you and Dugrey have big plans for tonight?"

"Um, we're just staying in, for dinner and a movie," Rory explained, feeling uncomfortable on this subject.

"No big night out on the town for the newlyweds?" Logan said, drawing out the word 'newlyweds'.

"Nope, just low key," Rory said softly, looking away.

Logan just sat there starring at her, making her feel uncomfortable. She felt like he could see through her, see through this whole charade.

"Is he... Is he treating you alright?" Logan asked her softly.

Rory's eyes snapped up to his. She nodded her head. "Yes. Yes, he is."

Logan nodded his head, as they both continued to stare in each other's eyes. Logan was the first to break the contact, as his eyes settled on something behind her again.

Logan sighed before getting up. "I guess I'll talk to you later," he paused, looking like he wanted to say more, but left instead.

-

Rory walked into their apartment that evening after classes. She could not get her conversation with Logan out of her head since it happen. It had ruined the whole day for her.

She dropped her keys on the table by the door, and tossed her bag in the chair sitting there. She sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"

"That," Tristan said, as she walked into the kitchen. "Is real food."

"You're cooking?" Rory asked shocked.

"Yup," Tristan said, as he put a salad together.

"And it'll be edible?" Rory asked amazed.

"Yes," Tristan laughed. The oven then dinged.

"Oh! What was that?"

"That was the timer," Tristan said, grabbing a hot pad to go take out a loaf of garlic bread.

"Wow," Rory said, taking a seat on one of the bar stools, to watch him work. "Where did you learn to cook?"

"When I was little, I use to always go into the kitchen to help the cook," Tristan explained, as he cut the bread into slices. "Mrs. White taught me how to cook all kinds of things. The kitchen was basically my place to escape growing up."

"Wow," Rory said. "So what else are we having?"

"Lasagna."

"Ohh! Are you sure it's edible?"

"Yes!" Tristan laughed. He then took out two plates. He went over to where the lasagna was sitting, and uncovered it, dishing it onto the plates. He added some salad and garlic bread to both plates, before taking them over to the dining room table. Rory grabbed silverware and napkins, before going over to join him.

"Wow, I don't think any man has ever cooked for me before," Rory said with a smile as she sat down. "Well, other than Luke, but he doesn't really count."

Tristan smiled. "Well, aren't you going to try it?"

"I was just waiting for you took take a bite," Rory smiled sweetly.

"I assure you, it's edible," Tristan laughed. "Here I'll show you." He then proceeded to take a bite.

Rory kept an eye on him before, taking a small bite herself. "Mmm, this is really good!" She then took a bigger bite.

Tristan laughed, shaking his head.

"Who would have thought, Tristan Dugrey, a chef?" Rory said, as she dug in more.

Tristan noticed that she was pushing her salad away from the lasagna. "Don't like your foods touching?"

"It's a Gilmore house rule, nothing green touches our food," Rory explained.

"So you do not eat salad?" Tristan asked with a smile, as Rory shook her head. "It's good for you. What about vegetables?"

"We stay far away from them! And anything that's 'healthy'."

Tristan shook his head, deciding to change the subject. "So what movie did you get?"

"Wizard of Oz," Rory said, through a mouthful of garlic bread.

Tristan shook his head.

Rory swallowed. "What?"

"You sure have a thing for short guys, huh?"

"Meaning?" Rory asked narrowing her eyes.

"First oompa loompas, now munchkins."

Rory rolled her eyes. "At least I don't have a thing for pirates..."

Tristan glared at her. He got up from the table.

"Hey, I was kidding," Rory called out.

"I know," Tristan said over his shoulder. "I just forgot something."

When he returned to the table he had two wine glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Ohh, the bubbly stuff," Rory said as he poured it.

Tristan then took his glass, and held it up. "To a happy marriage."

"Here, here," Rory laughed, clanking her glass with his, before drinking it.

-

"More bubbly stuff," Tristan asked later that night, pouring some into Rory's glass before she even answered. They were already on their second bottle.

"Why, Mr. Dugrey, if I didn't know better, I would think you were trying to get me drunk," Rory teased. She wasn't drunk, at least yet. She had enough to feel a bit of a buzz though.

Tristan laughed. "Why, I wouldn't dream of it Mrs. Dugrey, I know how you are when you're drunk."

Rory narrowed her eyes, before drinking all in her glass. The ending credits of the movie had just begun to play.

She placed her glass down on the coffee table. "I think I'm going to head off to bed now." She stood up stretching, then turned to Tristan. "Thank you."

"For what?" Tristan asked as his forehead creased.

"For tonight, it was just what I needed," Rory explained. "I had a bad day today, and I'm sure it could've been worse, but because of you, you took my mind off of it."

Tristan smiled. "Then I guess I should thank you too, as you gave me a good night too."

Rory smiled back at him. "Well, I'll see you in the morning."

-

Rory glanced at the time as she quietly crept into the kitchen. It was 12:03am. She had not even been asleep for quite two hours yet. However, because of all the garlic bread she had that night, it had her really thirsty. She went over to the cupboard, opening it quietly. She stood up on her tiptoes, trying to reach a glass on the top shelf, but her fingers fell a bit short of it.

All of a sudden a hand reached over hers grabbing a glass down. Rory turned around stun, only to find herself facing Tristan's bare chest. She felt her jaw drop. Rory looked up, to find him starring down at her. She closed her mouth, swallowing.

"Can't sleep?" Tristan asked softly, his breathe tickling her skin, as they were standing so close together.

She suddenly felt self conscious in the small tank top and shorts that she was wearing, and tugged at the shirt a bit. She slowly nodded her head. "I was just getting a drink," she said, licking her lips, not realizing how that drove him crazy.

Before he could help himself, he bent his head for his lips to meet hers. Her lips immediately responded to his, as her hand came up to rest on his chest. He laid his on her hips, as their lips moved together. He slowly traced her bottom lip with his tongue, seeking entrance. She immediately opened her mouth, granting him entrance, as they dueled together for dominance. One of his hands moved around to her back, lifting the shirt as he slowly traced circles on the small of her back, causing her to moan into his mouth. His hand moved back to her hip, lifting her up to be seated on the counter. She immediately wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her. Her hands moved up to around his head, where her fingers played around with his hair.

He moved his lips from hers, moving them slowly down to her neck, where he nibbled on it, before running his tongue over it. He pulled back to look at her, causing her to whine in frustration. He smiled before lifting her off the counter, his lips returning to hers, as he slowly carried her down the hall, to his room.

"Tristan," Rory murmured, as he laid her down on his bed gently.

He pulled away from her grasp, lowering himself to hover just above her. She grabbed the drawstrings of his pajama pants, untying them. He starred down at her. "Rory," he said softly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Rory stopped what she was doing, smiling up at him, as she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down to meet her lips.

That was all Tristan needed to continue.