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Tristan looked out his window of his apartment. It was down pouring. It seemed to fit his mood, gloomy and depressed. He missed her, more than words could say. It was the weekend and he had no plans, which only added to his depression. He was pondering whether or not to watch a movie when his cell phone rang. He smiled as he checked the ID.
"Hey."
"Hey baby, How are you?"
"I'm better now that you called."
"Oh, bad day?"
"Something like that. I miss you." He said.
"I miss you too. I wish I could be there with you. I bet I could make you feel better." She said with a smile.
"Something tells me that you could." He laughed. "What are you up to?" Just then there was a knock on the door. "Hold that thought. There's someone at the door." He ran to the door and cursed their timing. He opened it to reveal a very wet Rory. She hung up her phone and kissed him. He was so taken aback, he didn't return the kiss at first. He pulled away long enough to ask, "What the Hell are you doing here!"
"I came to surprise you! My Monday classes were cancelled. I couldn't stay home that long alone." He held her against his body as if to make sure it was really her.
"I'm so glad you're here." He said honestly as he kissed her properly. He put his hand against the back of her neck and she leaned into his touch. "You're soaked." He finally realized. She laughed and took off her jacket. Her white tank was completely see-through and he raised his eyebrow. She wrapped her arms around him and took off his shirt. He smiled at her. "This is a booty call isn't it?"
"Hell yes." She said as she walked away from him and took off her shirt. Her bare back was enough to get him to follow her into his bedroom. He turned the corner to see the rest of her clothing in the hallway.
"Mary?" She wasn't in his bedroom and he heard the water turn on in the bathroom. He walked into the bathroom that was filling with steam. She kissed him and pulled him closer by his belt loop. She hopped in the shower and after stripping, he joined her. He pressed her against the cold tile and sent shivers down her spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her neck and collarbone. They made out for a little while and he pushed her back against the tile. "I love you," he whispered as he entered her. She gasped and he started to move slowly within her. As she started to moan out his name, he was going insane.
"Oh God," he closed his eyes as he went over the cliff. He was still shaking as he lifted her down off the wall. She opened her eyes and looked at him through a cloudy haze of pleasure. She stepped out of the shower and he turned off the water. He grabbed a huge towel and wrapped it around her. She walked into his bedroom and crawled under the sheets. The cool sheets against her hot flesh felt wonderful. She pulled the sheets up to her nose, they smelled exactly like him. She could stay here forever. He walked in with a towel slung around his waist.
"When was the last time you had a girl naked in your bed?" She asked with a giggle.
"Last night." He said with a serious face. She threw a pillow at him. "Hey!" He dodged the pillow but came after her. He had her hands above her head and pinned to the headboard before she realized it. She looked up at him.
"Military school teach you how to do that?"
"Yep." He grinned and kissed her. "Did I mention how glad I am that you're here?" He asked.
"Not recently." She smiled.
"Well I am." He let go of her wrists. He got a serious look on his face and she sat up.
"What's wrong?" she asked concerned. He smiled.
"Nothing." He said. "For the first time in my life, everything's perfect." He kissed her forehead and she snuggled into him.
He lay there next to Rory until he heard her fall asleep. He had scared her earlier when he realized that in his mind, this was forever. He had always known that if he ever got a second chance with her, he would fall head over heels. She was perfect; Finn had said so himself. But when he looked at her, he couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else. He saw a house full of kids and all those other things he never believed he wanted. He wanted commitment, and it scared the hell out of him and thrilled him all at the same time. He knew it would be crazy to transfer with a year left of school, but that didn't mean he didn't consider it. The thought of living with Rory and being able to see her everyday was incentive enough to transfer. She had been adamant about him staying where he was. There were so many questions that he needed answered, and she was the one to answer them.
When Rory woke up, she was alone. If that wasn't enough, Tristan had left a note saying he would 'Be back later.' She climbed out of bed and found all of her clothes. She changed and freshened up and he still wasn't back. She was beginning to get worried. Just as she was about to call his cell, he came in through the door. He was in sweats and soaked with sweat.
"Where were you?" She asked concerned.
"I went for a run. I left a note." He said pointing to the bedroom.
"I know, I found it. It was just a little vague that's all. How was your run?" She asked.
"It was good. I needed to clear my head. Process some things and figure some stuff out." He said not even thinking about how it sounded. He opened the refrigerator and stuck his head in the door.
"Well then, I'm glad you went." She said slightly offended. He stood up at the sound of her voice.
"Is everything ok?" he asked as he shut the fridge door.
"Yeah," she said. "Everything's perfect." She said as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Rory." He heard the bedroom door slam. "Fuck." He muttered to himself. He went and knocked on the door. "Rory, open up." He leaned his temple against the wood frame.
"Leave me alone Tristan." He opened the door anyway. She was sitting on the bed and she was crying. The sight alone made Tristan's stomach drop.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I said, but whatever it was, I'm so sorry." He looked at her and walked a little closer.
"This afternoon, everything was perfect. You were happy to see me, weren't you?" She looked at him confused. "You wanted me to come down here?"
"Nothing could have made me happier, nothing." He said honestly.
"Well then, why did I wake up, alone." She added with a searing quality that he didn't know she possessed. "To find that you have left me a note saying 'Be back later' and come in telling me that you needed to 'figure some stuff out.' You might as well say you're causing problems in my life." She started to cry again. He wanted to say that she had taken his words out of context, that he never said any of it. He also knew that he had said those words. He got squatted down so they were eye-level. He looked her square in the eye.
"Rory, I'm using your real name, I want to be very clear with you ok?" She nodded. "I love you, I love you more than I ever realized I could love someone. When I look at you, I see forever." He paused to let the words sink in. "And I don't know if you're aware, but I've never done this whole serious relationship thing before. I'm new at this and it scares the Hell out of me. But I want it all, and I want it all with you." She started crying again. "Oh, please don't cry." He said. He felt like she was glass and he was hitting her with a baseball bat, shattering her into a thousand pieces.
"No…It's a good crying this time." She choked out. "I didn't mean to get that worked up about it, I just started thinking maybe you regretted this whole situation. I mean, I wanted to come surprise you and it seemed like a good idea but you acted like it was bothering you that I was here."
"No, it was a good idea. The best idea. I think that we need to talk about this though. We need to sort out what we are doing here."
"What do you mean." She looked at him with untrusting eyes.
"I mean, we are going to have a long distance relationship. We've decided on that right?" He said.
"Yes, You aren't transferring in your last year, it's just stupid."
"Ok, so what about this summer?"
"What about it?"
"We both have jobs Rory. I'm going to be working down here and you are going to be writing up there." She hadn't thought about it, her job at the paper. It was one that she desperately needed and she couldn't quit.
"Do you need to be here to work?" She asked honestly. "I can write anywhere." She wanted to ask the vital question, if they got married, where would they live? Would they live here or there? She inwardly scolded herself for thinking so far ahead. That was too far in advance.
"Rory, you worked really hard to get that internship." He said in a defeated tone.
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked him slowly.
"Anything." He said as he sat up a little.
"Before you met me, were you planning on living here, you know, after college?"
"I wouldn't mind living here, but I guess I would have gone where my job took me. I love it here, but I don't know how much opportunity there is. Why?"
"I was just thinking about my dream. I've always wanted to live in New York and write for the Times. What are your dreams?"
"Being with you." He said with a grin as she rolled her eyes. "But now that I've got that one covered, I have no idea. I could find a job in New York. They put up new buildings everyday."
"Is this crazy?" She looked at him wearily. "Are we being completely irrational to think that this could work out in the long run?"
"Rory, I've loved you for 4 years, even when I didn't know if you felt the same way. I didn't even know if you remembered me. I think that gives us more of a shot at the long distance thing than most people."
"So what have we decided?" She asked him laughing as she fell back onto the bed.
"I've decided that I should keep my mouth shut." He said falling next to her. She rolled over on top of him.
"I bet I could get you to open it again." She said with a wink.
"My head hurts." He pointed to his temple to prove his point.
"Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" He nodded with a pout. She kissed his forehead.
"It hurts here too." He said pointing to his cheek. She giggled and kissed his cheek. "And here." He said running his finger against his bottom lip. She kissed him. It was a long slow kiss. Tristan felt like his stomach was doing flip-flops. He smiled as she pulled away from him.
"I feel like I'm going to wake up any minute and find out this is all a dream." She said as she laid her head on his chest.
"This is better, it's a dream come true." He said.