Chapter 5: The Little Black Dress Part 3 (last one)
A/N: Wow, I can't really believe how fast this story is actually coming along. I think its because I don't have finals anymore! I got to sleep in last Friday, no school to wake me up early! The only thing I don't like about it being semester dos is that I have matematicas FIRST hour. My brain isn't supposed to be used at 7ish in the morning like that! Anywho…onward to zee story.
Disclaimer: I wished on a star that I could own Gilmore Girls, turns out the wishing thing…it doesn't work.
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Rory awoke in her small bed around ten to find out that she didn't have any blankets, only an arm around her waist. The second thing she noticed was that it was freezing. She turned around to face a bundle of blankets, no face was present. She giggled; the only thing that proved he was actually alive was the occasional muffled snore.
She poked the mass under the blanket.
It groaned.
"Tristan?"
The hand on her waist twitched.
"Tristan, you're a blanket hog. It's freezing in here."
A muffled voice came from the blankets.
"I can't understand you."
The hand on her waist moved to pull the blanket from his face. "I'm too tangled up to give you any." His voice was rough with sleep; it made her shiver with the sensuality.
"I need blankets." She pouted. "It's either that or I go get dressed."
Tristan looked her up and down and smirked, "Wouldn't want you to have to do that now would I?" he wriggled out of the blankets and pulled them up and around her. "Your bed is small." He stated as they cuddled closer.
"Really? I didn't realize."
"I'm surprised neither of us fell off."
"We weren't drunk Tristan."
"I know that." He ran a hand down her side and back up in memory. "Did I tell you how incredibly beautiful you are yet?"
"Last night yes, this morning, no." her smile was very wanton.
Tristan groaned when she slid her leg between his thighs. "You are very beautiful, and Rory, if you don't stop playing around…"
She bit his shoulder and then kissed it softly.
"I have no control around you." He said and rolled over to pin her beneath him.
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Lorelai paced the living room. Rory always called around one on Saturdays. She hadn't called, and now she was worried.
She waited until three before heading for Yale, not once did she think to call Rory herself. She was too concerned to think.
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There was an impatient knock at the door.
"Tristan! Can you get that?"
"Sure!" he shouted back and opened the door.
"Who are you and what have you done to my daughter?"
"Well,"
Rory cut him off as she emerged from the bathroom, hair sopping wet. "Hey mom."
Lorelai placed her hands on her hips and spoke. "You didn't call."
Rory's eyes widened when she looked at the clock. "Mom, I'm so sorry, I didn't even realize it was that late."
Lorelai nodded and then pointed to the male in the door. "Who is this?"
"What is this, the CIA?" Rory laughed. "This is Tristan."
"THE Tristan?"
Rory nodded. "Yup, we ran into each other last night at the tavern."
"I need to sit down." She pushed Tristan to the side and sat on the chair by the door. "Come again?"
Tristan chuckled.
"Long story short, I went to the tavern last night with Tasha, ran into Tristan, we talked, came back here."
"That's it?"
"I'm not giving you details…"
Lorelai smiled. "I will get them from you one way or another."
"Later, mom, when I don't have a guest."
"Sure…so, how did the black dress work out? I mean, you wore it last night right?"
Rory nodded. "Yea, I did, and it is now under the label lucky."
"It better be. You won yourself a hunk…although I do not exactly like you young man." She turned to Tristan. "You didn't write my daughter, she was upset for weeks on end. How could you do that to her?" She scolded.
"I had no intention of hurting your daughter, I sent a letter, and it merely got lost in the mail. Therefore leaving us both hurt because she did not reply."
"Oh…" Lorelai immediately turned to her daughter, "You," she pointed to Rory and then to herself, "me, next weekend. Lots of coffee, movies, candy, you name it. You are so going to spill the beans."
"Okay." Rory said.
"I will leave you two to um…whatever it is that you were going to do today."
"Okay, love ya mom."
"You too hun." Lorelai left the dorm and shut the door behind her.
"How do you guys understand each other?" Tristan said as he sat down on the couch beside her.
"It's a natural gift we both have." She shrugged and leaned into his shoulder.
"I see." He said and automatically wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
"What exactly was in that letter anyway?"
Tristan sighed. "Basically I asked if maybe you would be willing to try the long distance thing…see how it worked out."
"I would have said yes." She replied without hesitation.
"That's a good thing. Although I wished I had known that then."
She nodded "where would we be right now if I had gotten that letter?"
"You would be here, but most likely sporting a ring on that finger of yours."
"Wow."
"Yea." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you."
"If I had a penny for every time you said that..." She smiled up at him from her place on his shoulder.
"You would be a very rich person by the end of the day." He smirked. "What do you want to do today? Seeing as your mom is no longer in the way, both of our schedules are wide open."
"Well…we could go get some coffee and some food seeing as there isn't any here. Then…we could come back and hold a movie marathon or something. I'm sure Tasha wouldn't mind."
As if on cue the red head walked into the room, immediately threw off her shoes and tossed her purse onto the chair. "Hey guys." She looked at the couple and smiled. "What's up?"
"We are planning out our acoonamatata day." Rory said.
"Wait…what does acoonamatata mean?" Tristan asked.
Rory sat up with a start. "What did you just say?"
"What
does that mean?"
"Have you ever seen Lion King?"
He shook his head.
Rory sucked in a breath; her eyes were growing wider with every one of his replies.
Tristan couldn't help but laugh.
"You obviously haven't lived yet!"
"Let me guess…a favorite among the Gilmore's?"
Rory nodded. "Any other movie you haven't seen?"
"Lots."
"Good we'll hit the Blockbuster on our way back."
Tristan nodded. "When are we going?"
Rory stood up, "as soon as I can look pretty. Give me ten." She smiled at Tasha before closing her door to change.
"So?"
"So what?" Tristan leaned back into the couch.
"You guys are so totally in love."
"Total dé já vü there."
"Huh?"
"Um…my roommate from Cali. said the same thing and he hadn't even seen us together, let alone what she looked like."
"Oh." She waved a hand at him. "I should go back to bed."
"I hope we weren't the cause of your disappearance last night."
"No, I decided to crash at my boyfriends. I usually do. Don't worry about it."
He
nodded and turned to watch as Rory came back into the room.
She
wore a red sweater and a pair of well fitting jeans. He whistled at
her and she giggled. "Really Tristan, I'm not wearing anything
debonair."
"Hey, a guys aloud to whistle when he sees somethin' pretty."
"I'm a 'somethin' now?"
He shook his head. "Never." And stood up to kiss her on the lips. The apologetic kiss turned into a full-blown French and they were soon so enveloped in each other that they forget their surroundings.
"Get a room." Tasha giggled when they pulled apart.
Rory turned to her, blushing. "Sorry, we'll leave you in peace for about an hour or so. But be forewarned tonight has been dubbed movie marathon night."
Tasha nodded. "I'm going out tonight anyway."
"Alright, see ya." They walked out the door hand in hand for Tristans' car.
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A/N: I seriously think this is my greatest story as of yet, I've never been able to say that about any other story I've written or given up on. (Which is a lot, I've been writing ever since I could read a romance novel and fully understand the love. (Since I was around 12 although I must admit, they were really bad stories. Lol)