A/N-Everyone, Thanks ever so much for all your reviews! You guys are amazing! I love writing because I'm always excited to see what reviews you'll send me and I loooove getting them! Thanks guys! Here's the last chapter!
It was finally time. The girls were all ready. Their hair perfected, dresses on and standing just outside of the room where the wedding was being held. They were hidden behind two large doors and everyone was inside waiting.
Paris was obviously nervous because she was yelling at everyone about everything and on the verge of a major breakdown. Kaely took the job of calming her down while Amy hurried to find the guys so they could get started.
"Mary."Tristan stated as he took his place beside her.
"Bible Boy."She replied and he held out his arm.
She slid her hand around it and held her flowers in the other hand.
"Nervous?"He whispered.
"I'm not the one getting married."She replied.
"No, but plenty of people you don't know will be staring at you, taking pictures. You know."
"Die."She hissed.
He laughed.
"Keep it down!"Paris yelped from behind them."Now let's go. Open the damn doors and signal the freaking pianist to start playing the wedding march!"
The two ushers flung open the doors and waved at the pianist who began playing. Amy and Chris walked down the aisle first followed by Ed and Rachel, then Dave and Kaely. Tristan and Rory stepped up to begin.
"Don't worry, Mare. I won't let you trip."He whispered.
"I might let you."She whispered back and he smiled as they began.
After them came the flower girl and then Paris and her father. Connor was waiting nervously next to the English minister. Paris sped up the pace a bit when she saw him and Rory bit back a smile. She made eye contact with Tristan and saw he was doing the same thing. She had to look away or she would have laughed out loud.
The wedding was actually pretty short. Paris just wanted to get it over with and move on to the reception. They did the traditional vows and kissed at the end. Then they walked out to a very traditional song. Rory and Tristan linked arms again and followed them back up the aisle.
"Thought you were gonna laugh there, Mare."
"A lady never laughs in public."She replied.
"A lady? You're not a lady unless you come out to society."
"Hey!" They headed towards the reception room, dropping their arms from each other."I'll have you know that I came out at the annual Daughters of the DAR debutante ball."
"Really?" He tried to sound nonchalant, "Who was your escort?"
"Dean."
"Bagboy?" He choked on his laughter.
"He looked like a butler. Then again, they all did."
"How the hell did you convince him to wear tails and gloves and all that shit?"
"I'll never tell." She sang melodically.
"Don't Say a Word. " He replied.
"Very good. Seems like you would be good at a quote war."
"A what?" He glanced at her as they found their seats at the head table. Everyone wandered around them doing the same thing while they waited for the bride and groom to come in.
"A quote war. Me and mom have them all the time. You say a quote or a small conversation from a t.v. show or a movie and the other person has to tell you what it's from. We do it with song lyrics too."
"Well, you'll have to challenge me to a game sometime."
She grinned,"Maybe I will."
"And now, announcing the bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs. Connor Donovan!"someone announced and they came in.
With that, the reception began. It was planned to have the meal first, then the speeches. Then they would throw the bouquet and the garter and finally, they would start dancing and the bar would be open.
Before Rory and Tristan could blink, it was time for their dreaded speeches. Someone grabbed a mic and approached the head table.
"Alright, now it's time for the best man and the maid of honor to give their speeches. Who would like to begin?"
Tristan and Rory glanced at each other and Rory took the mic.
"Paris, Connor, first of all I'd like to wish you the best in your wedding. I hope you have many happy years ahead of you. Now, I've known Paris since high school and I know that many of you know her very well. Of course you all know that she is the most pleasant person you could ever meet and she would never yell at anyone. I'm sure if she did, she would be completely heartbroken."
Everyone laughed at that.
"Okay, well I guess Paris' personality is no secret. In high school, she was even more, how should I say this? More blunt, I suppose. She was always popping up out of nowhere wanting to tell me about an idea for the Franklin, or wanting me to help her run for student body president, or just being Paris. She was my popup book from hell."
People laughed again.
"But, despite our differences, I came to know Paris and love her for what she was inside. She's protective of those she loves and is a great thinker. She's an amazing writer and always ready to go. She's always been a fun person to be with or to listen to. Whether we were competing in school or on the newspaper, or at a Bangles concert, or a random school party, she was always a surprise. Connor, you're a very lucky man to be getting Paris. Now, she was never a big dater. In fact, I was there for her first date. She proceeded to miss the ask out, mistaking it as a celebration for winning a debate, freak out at my boyfriend who was on the phone, miles away, and make me hide in a closet so I wouldn't look too dateable when her date was in the mood for dating."
Paris blushed and rolled her eyes while people laughed again.
"So, before I embarrass Paris too much, I'm going to pass the mic over to Tristan and hope he has plenty to say about Connor. Congratulations you two."
Rory sat down to the applause and Tristan took the microphone.
"Well, of course I have to congratulate the bride and groom. So, congrats! Connor, you've got a handful here. I know I'm the best man but I knew Paris in high school too and let's just say, everything she is now, she was then. I had the wonderful opportunity to go on a date with Paris once and let's just say it was quite the experience."
Rory and Paris grinned at each other, remembering the fact.
"We also kissed in sixth grade. On a dare. Don't worry, Connor. I'll let you take her even though I saw her first."
Connor laughed.
"Of course, we all know that Connor is way more laid back than Paris is. He has a dry sense of humor and doesn't say much. But when he does say something, it's either very deep, carefully thought out and intelligent, or a spur of the moment comment that will make you laugh so hard you wet yourself. Either way, he's a man of one liners. There was the, 'Dude! I'm not caucasian! I'm white!' "
Everyone laughed at this.
"Oops," Tristan went on,"or the time he said, 'Close only counts in handshoes and horse grenades.' "Tristan laughed, "Nice, try with that one buddy. Of course, we can't leave out my personal favorite, 'I feel like I'm the king of the jungle...like Bambi's dad!' I hope that we still get to hang out and hear those one liners, Man. I don't know what I'd laugh about otherwise. So congratulations you guys. And Paris, be ready to run to the bathroom if Connor opens his mouth to speak."
Everyone laughed as Tristan handed the mic back and sat down.
"Okay, we're going to get to the bouquet and garter now!"the guy said."Paris and Connor, come on out here. Ladies gather over there and guys over there."
Everyone gathered except a few people. Rory stayed in her seat and Tristan got up, "I'm going to get a drink. Want anything?"
"No thanks."Rory stayed to watch the throwing.
Paris threw the bouquet first and Kaely dove on top of it. She was psyched that she got it. Then Connor threw the garter. Just as he did, Tristan walked past on his way to the bar. Nonchalantly, he reached up in the air while walking, caught it and tucked it in his pocket. He didn't stop once, just walked up to the bar tender and ordered his drink while everyone laughed.
Rory watched as Paris and Connor had their first dance. Tristan slid into the seat next to her and placed a martini in front of her. She smiled.
"Thanks. I'm in desperate need of a drink here. Paris wants me to dance."
"You're part of the bridal party."He frowned slightly, "You're supposed to dance."
"I'm not the best dancer. Me and my mom always do the dance marathons in Stars Hollow and I'm never that terrific."
"I'll be your partner. Growing up in high society it's a requirement that you learn to dance."
"I sucked at my coming out too."
"You just need a strong lead."
Rory grinned, "Everyone kept telling me that."
"About bagboy?"
"Just in general. Patty, my mom and dad, everyone."
"That sure sounds like everyone."
She frowned, "I'm getting another martini."
"I'll be here."he replied as she walked away.
Three martini's later, Paris came running over to their table."Get up and dance you two! Now!"
The next dance started. A slow one and Tristan held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"
Rory sighed, "Sure. But I'm telling you, I suck."
"I'll make sure you don't embarrass yourself."He led her out onto the floor and pulled her in close.
She placed her hand on his shoulder and followed his lead. Two dances later and she was no longer frowning in frustration."I don't suck!"
He laughed, "Told ya, Mare."
She laid her head on his shoulder and could feel his breath on her ear as he turned his head, "Wanna get out of here?"
She looked up and then around the room. He waited nervously for her reply.
"Hurry, before Paris catches us."
He laughed.
"Shhh!"She hissed and pulled him out of the room and into the elevator.
The doors closed and he pulled her into his arms. She met his lips hungrily. They made out the whole way upsairs and down the hallway. When they reached her door they broke apart, gasping for air.
"Where's your key?"He managed to whisper.
She dug down her dress and pulled it out of her bra. He laughed and she fumbled to get it in the door. The light flickered and she turned to soon so it wouldn't open.
"Aaarg!"She growled at it and hit it before trying again.
This time the door flew open and Tristan pushed her into it and against the wall as the door slammed shut. She let the key flutter to the ground as his lips attatched to her neck. She moaned softly and tilted her head so he could have better access.
He grabbed her around the waist and they stumbled towards the bed, crashing onto it, him on top of her. Their lips met again in a passionate kiss and Rory pushed off Tristan's jacket shoving it to the floor. She fumbled with the buttons on his vest and then his tie. Rory kicked off her high heels and Tristan managed to kick off his shoes and socks without breaking away from Rory at all.
He reached around her to unzip the back of her dress and slid it down her shoulders slowly. She was breathing deeply, her eyes a dark blue. He pushed it down until she kicked it all the way off. He began kissing her shoulders and down towards her chest and she pushed herself towards him.
When he set to pulling all of the flowers and bobby pins from her hair, she managed to ge this shirt unbuttoned and slid it off. She ran her hands over his smooth chest and abs. They were tight and she felt his muscles jump slightly as she moved down to his belt buckle.
He reached around to her unclasp her bra and started kissing down inbetween her breasts and moving onto give each breast plenty of it's own attention. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down so he could kick them off and he ran his hands over her body.
She panted heavily and made eye contact with him as he slowly slid down her underwear. His eyes were also a dark, intense blue that sent her into a frenzy. She pushed off his boxers and brushed her fingers over his hardened length. They didn't spend much more time on foreplay since they'd been doing that all weekend.
Instead he fumbled around to find his pants and dig out his wallet. He pulled on a condom and poised himself above her, their eyes meeting.
"Rory?"he whispered.
"Mmm."She moaned and he lowered onto her.
They bucked against each other. She moaned loudly and arched her back.
"Fuck."He hissed in her ear, "You're so tight and amazing and oh my god."
She moaned again and felt herself nearing the edge. She finally fell over, her legs quivering. He plunged into her one more time, hard and he came right behind her. They laid together panting and he got up. He went into the bathroom and came back a minute later and wrapped his arms around her.
"No regrets?"
"God no."She whispered back and pulled him closer to her.
"Rory?"
"Yeah?"She didn't know why they were whispering but she felt like if she spoke any louder the spell they were under would be broken.
"I know it's a little late for this, but would you like to go out with me sometime?"
"Sometime?"She raised her eyebrows and continued in a sugary sweet tone, dripping with sarcasm, "Not all the time? You don't want me to be your girlfriend?"
"I-"
"Was that not some amazing sex? Was I not good enough for you? Well, I can tell you some stories that will make you regret not asking me to be your girlfriend."
He grinned, "Are you done."
"Not quite."She paused."Okay, I'm out."
"Rory, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Well,"She pretended to consider this, "Okay. I suppose. If you're going to be all needy about it."
He laughed and laid his forhead against hers, "You drive a tough bargain, Missy."
She giggled, "I learned everything from my mother. God, she's going to be shocked when I told her I slept with you!"
His expression was priceless, "You're going to tell your mother?"
"Duh!"She laughed loudly, "And of course Paris and Lane and Steph. And probably Kaely and Amy and Rachel as well. if I see them before I fly out of course. Hell, while I'm at it, I'll go find Ted and tell him. Then the limo boys and maybe I'll tell all my favorite coffee vendors."
"Oh, is that all?"
She frowned in thought, "I could call Dean too."
Tristan laughed, "I would love to see his reaction."
Rory laughed, "He'd probably kill you. But at least we had mindblowing sex first. Ya know."
"Of course, of course. Because otherwise you would have wondered what you were missing all your life. You know, after turning me down all throughout high school."
"No. It would have been you, wondering until your death if I really was the innocent little Mary you always imagined."
He grinned, "Not me."
"Well, I wouldn't either."
"We're stubborn."He whispered.
"Hey, Tristan?"
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me."she ordered.
He laughed and she frowned at him, "I'm serious. Get your lips over here."
"Whatever you say, Mary. My Mary."He whispered and lowered his lips onto hers. Both of them knew that the relationship would be a good one.
-Finished-
A/N-Good? Bad? Ugly? Tell me please! This is the end but I may do a sequel depending on the responses I get from YOU! And it probably won't be until In Love With An Army Man (my other story) is almost finished. But still, please review! Let me know how I did with this story! I hope it didn't suck!
Oh, btw, those one liners from Connor are actual things my friends have said! Those crazy kids! Lol! And the garter thing? I saw it on America's Funniest Home Video's! Lol, I thought it was a Tristan type thing to do!