Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you are all awesome. This chapter has a couple mature ideas but it's not graphic just so you all know.

Thank you to Lourenda, my beta.

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Rory walked up to Tristan's apartment humming, she was excited to surprise him. They had been together one month and three days. Tristan had seemed a little putout when she had pretended not to remember their one month anniversary. It seemed silly but this was a big step for Tristan, he'd never had a one week much less a one month anniversary.

He was at some baseball game with Eric and she was supposed to meet him at his apartment at eight but she had conned the super to give her a key to his apartment so she could set up. She'd gotten his favorite food for dinner and rented his favorite movies.

As she juggled the bags in her hand she put the key in the lock and opened the door, just as the sight in front of her registered, she screamed "Oh!"

"Rory!" Tristan exclaimed.

Rory refused to turn around, the bags were still in her arms and her eyes were shut tightly. She heard him rustling behind her. "I am so sorry."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Obviously not expecting to see that!"

"Obviously." He said sarcastically.

"I'm just gonna go." Rory told him nodding towards the door even though she wasn't facing him and her eyes were still tightly shut.

"No, you don't have to."

"Are you sure…I mean do you need…want to-"

"No. I'm pretty positive I don't."

"I was a mood killer? I think I should be insulted by that."

"Will you turn around?"

"No."

"Mary…"

"Is everything…fixed?"

Tristan cringed at her wording, "Yes, everything is fixed."

Rory turned around to face him, her eyes opening painfully slow, "I'm so sorry," she repeated.

"Stop apologizing."

"Tristan! I just walked in on you…"

"I know what you just walked in on."

"And you don't think that warrants an apology?"

"You didn't know I'd be home."

"Speaking of…Why are you home?"

"Breelynn surprised Eric with tickets to some concert."

"Oh."

"I was going to call but then…" He started, but realized that was really not the appropriate thing to say at this moment.

"You were going to, but instead chose to turn on some probably very cheesily named porno." She finished with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"No, that's not it."

"So," Rory said slowly putting the bags that were still in her arms on the counter nearby and began to walk towards the living room, "if I were to hit the eject button I would not find a porn movie?"

"No." Tristan muttered no longer making eye contact with his highly amused girlfriend.

"Are you sure?" Rory asked as she brought her hand up to push the button.

"Ok! Stop!" Tristan said walking over and directing her away from the entertainment system. "You might find a porn movie, but wouldn't you rather not know what I was watching?"

"No, because knowing would make this ten times more humiliating for you."

"You weren't supposed to be here!" Tristan yelled. This situation was embarrassing enough and the more she teased him about it the more humiliated he felt. Usually he would not care had someone caught him in this situation, but this was Rory and he didn't want this to complicate things between them even more.

"I was going to surprise you." Rory said quietly sensing his anger, "We didn't celebrate our one month the other day, so I figured I'd come over and set up movies and food so we could celebrate."

Tristan sighed and sat down on the couch, pulling Rory to sit on his lap, "I'm not mad at you. I just really wasn't expecting you to come over and see that."

Rory could have sworn she saw him blush, she brought her hand up and ran it through his hair, "Don't be embarrassed, it's not like I mind."

"You don't?"

"I understand that you're a human and humans do that. I'm not going to hold it against you…I'm just going to make sure to always knock from now on."

He buried his head into the crook of her neck and let out a muffled laugh, "You are by far the best girlfriend ever."

"I try." Rory grinned, "But you know, once we start having sex that's going to have to stop."

Tristan moved his head to look at her, if he had to guess how this scenario would go he would have been very wrong. His girlfriend, the girl dubbed Mary, the same person who blushes profusely at the most basic of innuendos was the one teasing him, not the other way around. "Are you implying that we're going to be having sex soon?"

"Possibly." Rory smiled at him adoringly. In the past month they had come so close to having sex and every time she'd pull away. She was afraid of rushing into things like she had with Logan but she was also afraid of waiting too long and making him restless like she had with Jess.

"Well, take your time. I'll be here." Tristan told her placing a tender kiss on her lips, then glancing at the bags she had brought in that were still sitting on the counter. "I suppose we should do something with that food. Preferably eat it because I haven't eaten since breakfast and I swear if you make another comment about-" Tristan's rant was cut off by Rory's lips crashing onto his own.

That one comment was enough to make up Rory's mind. 'Take your time.' Tristan was obviously willing to wait. Of course, he'd get antsy proven by what she'd walked in on, but he'd never pressure her into anything. She was an adult, she was an adult who at the moment had a very big urge to sleep with her probably very willing, equally adult boyfriend. Nothing said happy anniversary quite like letting him live out his high school fantasy.

Rory shifted so she was now straddling his lap, her arms stabled her as she held onto his shoulders while his moved around her waist pulling her closer to him. The kiss intensified and neither could get enough of it. Tristan's lips moved down from her mouth towards her neck, hitting a spot that he knew was particularly sensitive and as predicted Rory let out an appreciative moan.

Her hands snaked up his shirt and traced over his defined abs. She was officially very appreciative of military school. He pulled off her shirt to reveal nothing but a lacy red bra. Tristan groaned and pulled back, "Ror, we've got to stop now if you intend on stopping at all."

"Huh?" Rory questioned, her brain still foggy from the lack of oxygen she'd just experienced.

"We've got to stop. You've got to get off my lap and put your shirt back on or I won't be able to control myself. I don't want to do anything you're…we're not ready for." Tristan told her.

"We are ready." She told him as she stood up and unbuttoned her shorts letting them fall to the floor revealing a matching pair of lacy red underwear. Tristan let out an involuntary groan at the sight in front of him. "I'm game for it…Unless, you'd rather finish watching your movie. In which case I can leave."

Tristan quickly stood up and engulfed her in his arms, igniting a passionate kiss. He picked her up and she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist as he led them to his bedroom. The dark blue walls and heavy window covers left the room dark, even though the sun was still visible in the late summer afternoon.

Gently setting her on the bed Tristan removed his shirt and shorts then quickly crawled up to meet her at the top of the bed. His lips instantly found hers as his arms wrapped around her and discarded her bra. Rory wiggled herself out of her underwear and Tristan's quickly followed leaving them both naked and exposed to each other. His eyes wandered over her form. "You are so fucking perfect," he whispered to her, afraid that talking at a normal volume would ruin the mood.

A blush crept over Rory's face, she'd been a lot bolder in the past hour than she had ever been. But being this vulnerable to him, made her become timid again.

"We can stop, we don't have to do this." He told her as he placed butterfly kisses down the column of her neck.

Rory shook her head. "I want this." She told him as she pushed her body against his. "I want you."

Tristan did not have to be told twice, he wanted this more than anything in the world. Bringing his lips to hers, he let his hands run over her naked form and beginning to indulge them both in something they'd wanted since Chilton.

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'I really did not see that coming.' Rory thought as she lay tangled up in Tristan's arms. Her intention of coming over tonight was not to sleep with him, it really hadn't been. They'd been together a little longer than a month. God, the more she thought about it the sluttier she sounded.

She replayed the afternoons events in her mind, 'I walked in, he was attempting to get off to some porn movie, he continually apologized, I told him he shouldn't be ashamed, we made out, he stopped and began to talking about food…' Nope. None of that really should have led to them having sex. Not that she regretted it, maybe Sammie was right. Maybe they had one of those relationships where you instantly could fall in love with someone. Though that seemed too simple and Rory's life was never very simple.

"Hey." A gruff voice said, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Hi."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Rory smiled at his concern, "how are you?"

"Perfect." he said pulling her closer to him.

"That was corny."

"I don't care, I meant it."

Rory snuggled further into his embrace, "Yeah, I'm feeling pretty perfect myself." She admitted.

"Who's corny now?"

"Shut up."

"So, not to sound unappreciative of the activities we just partook in for the last," Tristan said glancing at the clock, "three and a half hours, but I'm still hungry."

"I'm so rubbing off on you when one of the first things you think of after sex is food."

"I like food."

"Me too."

"Who's going to go get it?"

"You, I'm far too comfortable and you'd hate to disturb my comfort."

"Incase you hadn't noticed you are almost on top of me, I move your comfort will be disturbed anyway."

"I've got the perfect way to solve this!" Rory told him sitting up slightly.

"And what would that be?"

"Rock, paper, scissors." Rory said holding out her fist, "Choose wisely."

"You know what, I'm just going to go because I have a feeling we will sit playing rock, paper, scissors until you win anyway. So I am going to save us the half hour and just go."

"That's far too logical to be fun!" Rory whined.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"Then quit complaining." Tristan said feigning annoyance.

"You yelled at me," Rory told him, "But I'm Topanga."

"What?"

"Have you never seen Boy Meets World?"

"I told you, I'm not big on TV."

"We can't date anymore."

"I'm going to get the food." Tristan told her getting out bed and slipping on his boxers.

"Ok, fine. We can date."

Tristan leaned down and gave her a kiss, "I'll be back."

"I'll be here." Rory told him leaning back into his pillows. She closed her eyes and inhaled, it smelled like Tristan. A mixture of cologne and something else, something she couldn't place. All she knew is that if she could she'd have stolen every sweatshirt the boy owned.

His smell was comforting and she was beginning to feel like she wouldn't know what to do without that comfort. It had only been a month and she'd already become so used to having him around, to him being there.

She opened her eyes and leaned over the edge of the bed just enough to reach his shirt that had been carelessly tossed to the floor. Pulling it over her head she heard a dissatisfied groan, "Why are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Putting clothes on."

"I was cold."

"I've got blankets." Tristan told her as he placed a couple of cartons of Chinese food on the nightstand.

"You just want me naked."

"Is that a crime?"

Rory laughed and took the plate of food he offered her. Yep, she was becoming way too accustomed to having him around.

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"Mom," Rory called, "I'm home."

"Finally! I thought I was going to have to call in a missing persons report. You left a day and half ago and never called to tell me you weren't dead. I merely assumed that when you didn't answer your cell phone you were doing naughty things with your super cute boyfriend." Lorelai teased, but then noticed the blush creep up on Rory's face. "You did do naughty things!" she accused.

"I did not!" Rory denied walking into the kitchen for some coffee.

"Then look me in the face and say you did not have sex this past weekend."

"You know most parents don't like to talk about their child's sex lives."

"I'm not most parents. Besides, how often is it that their child's boyfriend looks like a freaking Greek god?"

"I don't know how I feel about the fact that you've checked out my boyfriend."

"He's gorgeous! That blonde hair, that built body, he has amazing sense of humor…He's perfect." Lorelai said dreamily.

"Mom!"

"I meant for you!"

"Right."

"Ok, so…Back to the topic at hand, you so had sex."

"I did not."

"I'm not buying it, you're all glowy."

"Glowy?" Rory questioned, pulling two cups out of the cabinet, "Is that even a word?"

"Probably not." Lorelai shrugged, "Was he good...Were you safe?"

"Oh my god! You are my mother."

"So if Sammie or Lane were to ask, you'd tell them, but you won't tell me?"

"There is nothing to tell."

"So that hickey that you are trying to cover with your hair, nothing?"

"So we made out, I'm twenty years old. I am allowed to make out with my boyfriend."

"Yes, you are." Lorelai conceded, "But you don't spend a day and half locked away in an apartment just making out."

"I do."

"Doubt it."

"Fine! You want to know, I'll tell you!" Rory snapped "We had sex, safely might I add, and then spent the rest of the time cuddling and watching movies."

Lorelai noticed the frown that took over her daughter's face, "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong."

"Rory, you can tell me."

"It's nothing."

"Spill."

"It's nothing…It's just…I know this sounds silly but I can't help but feel like he finally got what he wanted from me. His goal is accomplished. He got into the Mary's pants, what if that was his purpose all along. I mean I don't truly believe it was, but there's this doubt. This voice of the sixteen year old me in the back of my head saying, 'He got what he wanted now he's done,' and I'm way too attached for this to have all been some sick joke."

"Hon, this isn't some sick joke. I've seen the way he looks at you, that's not some fake persona to trick you."

"I told you it was stupid."

Lorelai smiled, "You are already in love with him."

"No…I'm in immense like with him. There is a difference."

"Yeah, immense like is what people who are in love say when they are in denial."

"I'm going to take a shower." Rory huffed.

"Are you sure? There won't be some blonde boy waiting for you up there, you might want to go back to Tristan's apartment!" Lorelai yelled and was rewarded with a slammed door which just made her smile.

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"I don't know what to do." Tristan told Eric as they walked towards the restaurant they were having lunch at.

"It's not rocket science, man"

"I feel like it should be."

"Two." Eric told the hostess of the restaurant before looking back at Tristan, "I think you're insane."

The hostess led them to their table and took their drink orders. "Look, it's been a month. A wonderfully amazing month. I knew the day of the intervention that I was in over my head and then this past weekend…I'm afraid it's all progressing way too quickly."

"Or maybe it's progressing perfectly and you are just scared because you've never been in such an intense relationship before."

"I don't want it to be intense. When Rory Gilmore is in a situation where things are to intense she runs."

"She didn't run from the intervention."

"She had no where to run to."

"Sometimes the intense relationships are the best ones." Eric pointed out.

"Maybe."

"Then why don't you slow it down?"

"Slow it down?"

"Yes, slow it down. You spend almost all your free time together. The only time you aren't together is when she is doing extra community service or when the guys from school call to hang out."

"I like spending time with her." Tristan defended.

"Yeah but your lives shouldn't revolve around each other. You should have your own lives."

"We've only got three weeks until I have to go back to Columbia ."

"I don't think she even realizes that."

"Because she doesn't know."

"I still say you need to slow it down, give yourselves some more personal space. I'm not saying avoid her. I'm just saying don't act as if you're attached at the hip."

"Have you slept with Rory Gilmore? Because once you do it's going to be even harder to pull back." Tristan tried to reason.

"I think if I slept with Rory Gilmore, you'd have killed me so I'm going to just have to take your word for it."

"Yeah." Tristan replied with a smile.

"In my opinion a little time spent apart may not be too bad, after all you are leaving soon…What are you going to do then?"

"You're right." Tristan sighed, "We need a little time apart."