A/N: just to let you all know, I will most likely be updating every other day, or if you all get lucky, I will update a few days in a row, depends on what I have to do during lunch, I do need to hang out with my friends here at the lovely school I call my second home both during the summer and the learning season. (Depressing, I know…)
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Disclaimer: Nope…still dreaming.
A/N 2: I did not know that little stars and stuff didn't work anymore on here so when I put up the chapters the switch things disappeared. I am so sorry about this and from now on I'll use the boring symbols.
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(Four years later)
Rory has just begun her sophomore year at Yale. Tristan has just started his sophomore year at Brown as well.
"Rory! Come on were going to be late I said we would be there fifteen minutes ago."
"Just a second." She slid on her black heels and walked out of her bedroom. Her roommate, Tasha, was tapping her foot impatiently from where she stood by the door. Her foot stopped its persistent movement when she saw her friend's outfit. Rory wore a sleek black dress that fell to just above her knees. It was low cut and strapless.
"Rory…we're only going to a bar."
"I know… I just wanted to see what kind of reaction I would get. I've been dying to wear this out. Mom got it with me."
"Your mom freaks me out."
"Why?"
"She's a bit too much like you."
"I know. That's what makes it fun."
"Alright, lets go."
They marched out of the dorm and drove over to the bar.
It was a small yet decent joint and a lot of the college residents hung out there on Saturday nights. On occasion students from other colleges would appear and, thankfully, they were welcomed without any indecent stares. The bar tender was cool; sometimes he would serve drinks on the house if someone in the bar was celebrating anything from a birthday to an anniversary. The music was always loud, and the DJ took requests from anybody at any time.
When they finally got into the bar they looked around for their usual group. They were waving them down and soon they were all seated and enjoying the first round of drinks. Rory tended to watch as couples sought out the dance floor or openly made out. She wished that she could find that someone, the someone that made everyone and everything but themselves disappear to the point when she would have the guts to make out at a table in the back. She looked to the door as it opened, letting a rush of cold autumn air enter the small building. Her mouth instantly dropped open.
"Tasha! Look at the hunk that just walked in." she said quietly
"Holy shit!" her eyes went wide in amazement for the figure that had just opened the door. "Definitely a newcomer. This is one of those times when I wish I wasn't madly in love with my boyfriend." She poked Rory in the arm. "You're the only single one at this table hun…go get him."
She watched as he moved to the bar and turned his back to her in order to get a drink. His Shoulders were wide; tapering down to the slimmest waist she had ever seen. His jeans rode low on his hips, allowing a sight one couldn't help but drool over, His ass was a must have. The black tank top he wore hugged his chest in all the right places, he had nothing to hide. His stomach was nothing but washboard abs. was he a model? She watched as he grabbed his drink and moved over to a table that wasn't far from theirs; he was on his own tonight.
"Go get him!" Tasha whispered in her ear.
Before she even knew what she was doing she was standing up and brushing her dress smooth, fixing her long brown hair. As if in a dream she moved over to his table. She sat down in the seat across from him and looked into his face. Her breath caught, she knew this man.
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He had decided to go to a new bar; he didn't want to hang around with all his friends tonight. His mind was on other things when he sat down at a table in the little tavern. He didn't notice the young lady that had just sat down across from him. When he heard someone nearby inhale sharply he looked up. She couldn't be real, of all places and all women, this wasn't her. He looked into her shockingly blue eyes and realized that it couldn't be anybody but her.
"Rory?" his voice was deep and raspy. A shocked look covered his features.
"Oh god…" she covered her mouth with a shaking hand, the other covered her stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick." She ran from the table and stumbled into the restroom.
He followed, too much in shock to think of the consequences. He locked the door behind himself and went to the only stall that was closed off. "Rory?" it seemed that was all he could say. He knocked on the door. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She opened the door and went to the sink where she washed her hands.
He watched her every movement. If possible she was even more beautiful than he remembered. It didn't help that she was wearing a very sexy number. It showed off her bountiful curves, her perfect legs. This couldn't be happening to him.
She turned around and leaned into the counter, giving him a cold look. "Why didn't you send me a letter? You said that you would."
"I did." He was shocked at her tone.
"I never got anything from you."
"I sent a letter, you never got it?"
"No."
"I never got one from you either."
"I didn't know where to send it."
"Oh," he moved closer. "I've missed you Mare."
"I'm far from being a Mary." She crossed her arms to fight him off. But her angry resolve was melting away in his navy blue eyes.
"I'm sure you are." He said honestly.
She shivered when he ran a hot finger down her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps. He growled low in his throat. "I still love you Mare. I tried to stop when you didn't reply to my letter…I never could."
A tear rolled down her cheek. "I waited for one, and when it didn't come I tried to get a number, address, anything from your father, he refused to cough it up. He hung up on me you know!" Her anger was back for both him and his father. "You could have sent me another letter! You could have come up here for Christmas! You could have done anything, anything at all!" she pushed him away. "Why! Why didn't you try harder?"
"I didn't want to get in your way. I thought you wouldn't appreciate it. And I really am sorry about my father, he is a jackass more often than not."
"That isn't much of an excuse DuGrey." She walked towards the restroom door and Tristan caught her elbow.
"We are not finished here Rory." He said sternly.
"Oh, I believe we are." She couldn't look at him now.
"No, we are not. You are going to listen to my end of this okay?" he took her sniff as reply and went on. "At the time I knew I wasn't good enough for you." She looked up at him now. "I wasn't, and you know it. So when you didn't reply to my letter I figured you agreed with me, so I stopped trying, I tried to get on with my life, it didn't really work because look where I am now. I'm in a restroom for the opposite sex talking to the only girl I ever truly loved." He paused to let it sink in. "Remember that when you didn't send me a letter I was equally upset, maybe for different reasons, but upset all the same."
She shook her head. "You've changed a lot Tristan." She went back over to the counter and leaned against it. "Perhaps I was heartbroken, I'm not really sure that's the word for it, but I was and the fact that you didn't pursue me with an honest try because you thought I disserved better is a big huge change from the teenager you were."
"No need to be hurt anymore I hope." He whispered softly. "I'm here now."
He walked up to her and pulled her close, giving her plenty of time to evade him, but she didn't and to his surprise, she met him halfway.
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She felt his hands plunge into her hair, tugging slightly so that her head tipped back. Her lips opened on a sigh and his tongue plunged inside, hot and demanding
Oh the man could kiss. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth, stroking, inciting, and somehow soothing her. She wound her arms around him and rubbed up against him, needing his solidness and warmth.
With a groan he pulled away and rested his head on her shoulder. "So, are you still mad at me?" He asked and hugged her closer.
"I don't think so." She whispered back. "God…how did you get here."
"I know I'm a good kisser but don't you think god is a little too high of a respect?"
She slapped his shoulder playfully "you know what I mean."
He nodded and bit her ear playfully. "I decided that I needed some time to myself. People keep trying to set me up and it's starting to get on my nerves."
"So you're really not dating anyone?"
"Not since you decided against writing me back."
"Wow…been a while for the both of us then."
"Yea." He reluctantly pulled away. "We should get back out there…people might need to take a piss."
Rory laughed and nodded.
Taking his hand in hers they left the bathroom, each with a wide smile dancing across their lips.
To be continued…