Tristan was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the Gilmore's living room, blonde head in his hands. The Coldplay CD had stopped playing, and he knew that Rory had probably assumed he had gone home. His head was spinning with thoughts, and he didn't know how to approach them. Of course he wanted Rory – who in their right mind wouldn't? She was so damn irresistible. He dreamed of the day that she would be telling him to remove her clothes, as she had told him just moments before, but for some reason he didn't feel right about actually doing it. His dreams had been plagued by thoughts of her body pressed into his own, the heat between them so pleasurably unbearable, but he wasn't sure if she was ready for the feelings that would arise once they consummated their relationship. Who was he kidding? He wasn't sure if he would be ready for the feelings that would arise. He had never been so utterly consumed by one woman before.

Tristan's train of thought was derailed when he heard the click of Rory's bedroom door opening. He heard the sounds of the water running, and what he assumed to be a fresh pot of coffee being made. He stood up and made his way into the kitchen to find her back to him, and he took a moment to take her in. She had changed from her festive green halter top and black skirt into a pair of Betty Boop pajamas that he figured Lorelai had most likely bought for her. Her rob was tied securely around her waist and her brown curls were now loose around her shoulders. Rory turned from the counter and their eyes immediately met. Surprise graced her face, and she gave him a questioning look, but her voice was not amused.

"Tristan, what are you still doing here?" She questioned, opening the refrigerator to grab a carton of milk.

Tristan stood, remaining a safe distance from her. He didn't want to overwhelm her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Rory curtly responded as she poured a drop of milk into her coffee mug.

"No you're not. Please tell me"

Rory let out a frustrated sigh. "Okay, fine. I practically throw myself at you, and what do you do? You stand there, looking at me like I'm a child who doesn't know what they're doing. You know, just because I might not have as much experience as you doesn't mean I am not feeling the same things you are. The same things I thought you were feeling, I should say." Rory glanced up from her coffee mug to meet his gaze. She looked exhausted.

"Rory…" Tristan didn't even know where to begin. He didn't even know what the hell she was talking about. He had been the aggressor in most of this relationship. He had gone after her, lusted after her; he had initiated everything. How could she possibly think that he could lose interest in her so quickly?

Rory let out an exasperated breath. "Look at me. I'm so pathetic. I was practically begging you to take my clothes off, thinking that as my boyfriend you would appreciate the gesture, since it's been so long since you've gotten any action. Everyone knows I'm a Mary. After all, you did christen me with the nickname," Rory practically spat. "Maybe I should just make a vow of celibacy, and sw…"

Tristan silenced her with a rough kiss. It was hot, and passionate, and full of so many emotions that he didn't know how to express to her in words. Rory didn't seem to mind this interruption. Her hands weaved their way into his hair as she pulled him as close to her as she could physically get him. She almost seemed to calm down from the kiss. Tristan continued to fervently invade her mouth until he couldn't take it any longer and the need for oxygen became necessary. He reluctantly took his hands from her face and his lips moved off hers. He stared into her eyes that were now darkened with a look of pure lust. If she didn't get that look off her face sometime soon, he was going to haul her against the counter and show her just what he wanted to do to her.

"You want to know why I didn't do it, Rory?" He was looking right into her eyes. "I'm scared."

Rory's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't understand."

"I'm scared," he repeated. "I am scared of how I feel when I'm with you. I am scared of how I'm going to feel after we do this. You said it yourself – I'm the love 'em and leave 'em type. As much as I hate to admit this, I have been intimate with girls and never spoken to them after it has happened." Rory grimaced, but Tristan continued. "I know that I have these intense feelings for you, but what if my past pulls me back, and once we do this, history will repeat itself, and I slowly start to distance myself from you? Every time I have been with someone, it has been purely for sex, no emotion behind it, but with you, there is so much emotion that it's scary."

"I'm confused." Rory took a deep breath. "You don't want to sleep with me because you are afraid afterwards you won't want me anymore… but do you honestly think that will happen? Because if you do, you are not the person I thought you were. I know about your past Tristan, and in the beginning it was something that pushed me away from you. Now that I know who you are, I know that you just needed someone who would challenge you in other ways, and I know that you found that in me."

Tristan closed his eyes. "I did find that in you."

Rory's glance shifted to the counter. "So… what do we do?"

Tristan came closer to her, and placed his hands on her hips. "I want you, Rory. I don't know how you could ever doubt that."

"I was so scared that you didn't," Rory said, slowly running her thumb along his bottom lip.

"But I do. So much," He said, pulling her face down and brushing his lips against hers, barely letting them touch. Rory felt so much desire that it was driving her insane. She responded hungrily, bringing her arms up around his neck and sliding her tongue into his mouth. He moaned and untied the knot that was holding her robe together, pushing it off her shoulders – it was taking up too much room. With that out of the way, his hands found her hips and pulled her flush against him, causing her to gasp. He rested his forehead against hers gently. "So what do you want to do about this?" Rory questioned again, her breath hitting his lips causing him to feel even more consumed by his desire for her.

"Rory," he said, his voice soft and serious, "What do you want to do about this?"

"Well," she pretended to contemplate. "I think I want to do this." She kissed him. "And this," she pressed a kiss to his jaw. "And maybe this," she said as she began to unbutton his shirt, placing kisses on his chest after each button was opened. Her hands were shaking, but she didn't care. She was going on what she was feeling.

She slowly pushed the shirt off his shoulders and allowed her eyes to meet his. He just stared at her, waiting to see what she would do next. She didn't do anything though. Her eyes told him that she was waiting for him to make the next move. "I need to know you want this, Tristan. No hesitating, no doubts. Do you want me?"

He answered by taking her lips in his once again, sensuously running his hands down the sides of her body, his hands playing with the hem of her shirt. He ventured under the thin pajama top and caressed her stomach. Rory moaned, and he tore his lips off hers and made his way down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. Rory clutched the edge of the counter feeling like if she didn't her knees would give out. Rory's breathes were coming out quickly as he found a spot he liked and began gently nibbling and sucking there.

The sound of the front door closing brought both teenagers back to their senses. "Rory!" They heard Lorelai call. "Rory, you will never guess what happened…" Lorelai's voice stopped short when she reached the kitchen. She saw Rory's robe and Tristan's discarded shirt on the kitchen floor and her eyes narrowed.

Rory's felt her face begin to burn and she found she couldn't look her mother in the eye. She heard her clear her throat. "Am I interrupting something?" The question was rhetorical. "Tristan, maybe you should go."

Tristan scrambled to grab his shirt, and walked towards the door. "I'm sorry," he paused to offer on his way.

Lorelai tried to understand. She was there before, so she knew what it was like. She offered him a weak smile, but it was strained. "It's okay."

Tristan glanced back at Rory. "I'll call you later." Lorelai's glance made him reconsider. "I'll call you tomorrow?" Lorelai nodded.

At the sound of the door closing, Lorelai turned her attention back to her daughter, who was still starting at the floor. "So, dear child of mine… I trust you to be responsible while I'm not around, and while I'm not all for crashing a date, I think it's good that I interrupted when I did. When you said you were coming back to the house to hang out, I figured there would be some making out, but I think what I walked in on was about to escalate, and quickly. Am I wrong?"

"No," Rory's voice came out in an almost whisper. "You're not wrong."

"I get it Rory. I mean, you have a boyfriend who is practically a Greek god. I see where the attraction comes in, but I need you to be safe."

"I promise I will be." Rory's eyes finally lifted to meet her mothers. "I can't help how I feel. I'm going to be honest – it will probably happen, and it will probably be with Tristan. If it happens, do you want to know?"

Lorelai took a deep breath. She didn't answer, but instead took two coffee mugs out of the cupboard and filled them with the coffee Rory had brewed earlier. Handing one to her daughter, she put her arm around her and led her to the couch, where she sat facing ahead. Rory did the same and they both sipped their coffee quietly.

"Yes, I want to know" Lorelai finally responded. "No. Um… no. Well…"

"Well, which is it?"

"You want an answer now?" Lorelai glanced at her.

"Yes. Right now. Which is it?"

"I guess I want to know. Yes. I want to know. Final answer," she said with a little grin.

"Glad you can still mock Regis at a time like this."

"Yes, well my mocking skills cannot be denied." Silence took over again.

"So, this is good," Lorelai stated.

Rory nodded. "Good."

I realize that this is similar to the situation that happened between Lorelai and Rory concerning Jess in season three, but I thought it was appropriate. AND CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? It has been over two years since I updated this story, but I have become addicted to PDLD's and it just kindled my love of writing, and I decided to try another chapter. Let me know what you guys think, I hope you haven't given up on me, but I suppose I understand if you do – what can I expect from my two year hiatus 