Unconditional Presence
By: curlyk03
Rating: M. There is and will be sexual content.
I own nothing but the right to have an imagination.
Enjoy!
RECAP:
Rory smiled as best as she could and headed upstairs. She closed the bathroom door behind her and stripped down. As she pulled down her pants, she realized that something was missing.
"What happened to my underwear?"
3 weeks later
"Please tell me, Rory," Lorelai begged. They'd had this conversation far to many times. But each time, she got a little more from Rory.
"He just… he called me and I drank," Rory said pitifully.
"I get that, but what did he say?"
"He had a girlfriend. The whole time we were together, he had a girlfriend. She's pregnant."
Lorelai gasped. She'd been trying for 3 weeks on and off to get Rory to open up. Up until now, Rory couldn't remember everything—didn't want to remember everything. It was still a little fuzzy.
"How much did you drink?"
"I don't know. A lot. I just…I wanted to forget so badly. And I did. For a day."
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"Hanging up. I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to—"
"I know. Just consider this your warning. Not again, okay? Next time you deal with this like a normal person and not like a drug addict, okay?"
Rory nodded in comprehension. "I just…I have a feeling something happened."
"Why?"
"Because I'm your daughter."
"Well you couldn't have of lost your virginity, that's already been taken care of."
"And I wish it hadn't."
"Well you could always be a born again virgin through the church."
"No thanks, mom." Rory smiled. It felt foreign.
Monday came around to quickly. As she was going through her locker, She felt her stomach beginning to churn, which has happened quite a bit in the last few days. Each day it got a little worse. She was getting worried. She was almost a week late for her period and she still couldn't remember anything. She saw Paris pass.
"Paris!"
"Hey, Rory."
"Are you busy?"
Paris looked at her incredulously. "Are you kidding? I'm head of the Franklin. I'm always busy."
"Can you be unbusy? For lunch perhaps?"
She quirked an eyebrow. "What's going on? Dare I say that you've been acting strange and not as studious as you usually are. While I'm happy to be doing better than you, if you're not performing at your highest potential then I'm not exactly at the top of Chilton. I have to be competing against the best, and you're one of them. So what's wrong?"
"Can you drive me somewhere at lunch today?"
"Where?"
"The drugstore. You're the only one I can ask to do this for me."
"Sure, whatever. I need more pens and some poster board anyway," Paris said and walked away muttering. Rory sighed and looked at her watch. Two more hours and she would know what her future had in store for her.
"Quit squirming!" Paris scolded.
"I can't. I have to go to the bathroom so badly."
"Chilton has bathrooms." Paris said, exiting the parking lot.
"I can't. Not yet." Paris rolled her eyes.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, but I hope it doesn't affect my paper. And you better not pee on my car seat." Rory had to stifle a laugh. Paris turned into the drugstore parking lot.
"What do you need to get anyway?" Paris asked, following Rory as Rory looked at the signs above each aisle. Finding the one she wanted, she made a quick turn.
"Go get me cups and meet me by the pharmacy." Rory ordered. Paris shook her head but followed the orders anyway. She met Rory at the pharmacy. Rory was already paying. Just as the cashier was picking up the last box to ring, Paris came next to her.
"A pregnancy test?"
"Shh," Rory silenced Paris.
"Are you kidding? You think you're pregnant?"
"I don't know. Please don't tell anyone."
"Sure, because I'm the queen of gossip." Paris rolled her eyes. "Are you taking them now?" Rory nodded and took the bag of items.
"You're taking 2?"
"Actually, it's 4. There are 2 in each box."
"Whatever, make it fast. I'll be here." Paris sighed and sat down.
"Thanks Paris."
"Yea, yea. Go!" Rory ran to the bathroom, glad to finally be able to pee. She opened all of the tests and put them into cups. She read the instructions for each of them as she waited. One was 3 minutes, the other was 5. One indicated with colored lines, the other with positive and negative signs.
She leaned against the wall as she waited. She hadn't told her mom about her missing panties. She felt that was something she should leave out. But who could it be? She didn't sleep with anyone, did she? Damn her memory! It could've been Jess, but they were always safe. But then again, condoms aren't 100% effective. She leaned her head back and shut her eyes.
She was thinking about what she would tell her mother when she heard a knock on the door.
"Someone's in here." Rory called immediately.
"Rory, it's me. Anything?"
"Not yet." Rory smiled. At least Paris was curious. And they'd become good friends.
Even when Tristan came back in the fall they'd managed to still remain friends. Paris of course found other boys to like. She had her eyes on Jamie. She looked down at her watch. 7 minutes had passed. She sighed. This was it. She took the 3-minute ones out first and looked. She put them in the box and threw them away. Next, the 5 minute ones. After reading them, she put them in their rightful boxes and threw them into the trash. 4 tests. Dear god. She wiped away the falling tears and exited. Paris stood up immediately.
"Well?"
"One with a pink line and one with a blue line, and two with a plus. I took 4 tests and 3 were positive. How the hell does that happen?!" Paris looked at her friend in sympathy and hugged her. Five minutes later, they left. They arrived back at Chilton with 20 minutes of lunch left.
They slowly walked into the cafeteria, with Rory trying to shield her puffy eyes with her hair. She got through the rest of the day with only a few people casting her curious glances. Most people just looked and looked away. They didn't know why she had cried and they wouldn't care until they knew. Figures.
As she went to class and continued on with her day, she caught the glances of people who actually looked concerned. But she turned her head and kept going. She could not be the person that Chilton gossip circulated around. Not now.
3:00 PM
A few days later, the bell signaled the end of the school day. Rory slowly made her way to the newspaper office and sat down, waiting for the rest of the club. Paris entered first.
"Rory you can go home if you want."
Rory's head shot up. She never thought she'd hear Paris utter those words. Ever. "No, it's okay. I'll stay."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure what?" They turned and saw Tristan standing there. Tristan looked at Rory confused. "What happened?"
"Nothing Dugrey. Go away. Go finish your article. I'm sure it sucks," Paris said. "Now, I would take me up on that offer. Who knows when I'll say that again?"
"Paris, I can't go home."
"Wait, you told Rory she could go home? That's not fair. I got a gold star on my last article too!" Tristan protested. The girls ignored him.
"Rory, you need to talk to your mom." The tears started to fall again. Rory nodded mutely and hugged Paris before running out.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Tristan announced and left. Paris rolled her eyes. Of course he was.
Rory sat on a bench outside, waiting for her bus when she heard footsteps. She turned and whimpered when she saw Tristan.
"Please leave me alone, Tristan."
Tristan shook his head and sat down next to her.
"I'd like to think we're friends now, Rory. If that's alright with you, of course," he joked. It made her smile. The truth was, they were. She didn't hate him. In fact, sometimes he wasn't that bad. He nudged her shoulder.
"So what's on your mind?"
"Just thinking about the party."
"Louise's?"
"Yea."
"What about it?"
"I don't remember it." He looked at her, surprised.
"Really?"
"Did I do anything…really stupid?" He shrugged.
"I don't remember much of it either."
"I'm not sure what to do."
"What do you mean?"
"I think I did something really stupid and I can't remember," she said pathetically. She wasn't sure why she was telling Tristan. But maybe he would remember something.
"How stupid?"
"Sleeping with someone stupid." He looked at her, shocked.
"You don't remember if you had sex?" She shook her head and wiped away her tears.
"Were you a…umm...a virgin?"
"Jess and I did it. About a month ago was the last time so it couldn't be him."
"Well yea, he's in California. Unless he made a miraculous appearance."
"Oh that's not what I meant."
"What did you mean?" She noticed her slip up.
"Oh umm, so you don't remember anything?" She hoped he'd go along with her change in topic.
"Nope. I remember getting piss drunk…but that's it. I woke up in a chair the next morning. So what makes you think you had sex? I mean, if you weren't a virgin, then you wouldn't technically feel anything the next morning."
"I went to my grandparents house and when I got undressed to take a shower, I wasn't wearing underwear. I mean I always wear underwear! If I were like Summer I wouldn't be surprised, but I'm me!"
"So why are you crying?" he asked gently.
"You have a big mouth."
"I wont tell anyone. Promise. If I do, feel free to divulge one of my secrets." She did know a few juicy ones.
"I'll share them all if anyone else finds out." He put his fingers up in a scouts honor.
"Will you hold my hand?" she asked meekly. He looked at her confused but laced his fingers through hers anyway. He then went further and wrapped his arm around her comfortingly. She relaxed into him.
"When I saw I wasn't wearing underwear I didn't know what to think. I mean, what should I think? But then Paris took me to the drugstore a few days ago to take some tests and all but one was positive." He thought for a moment. There was really only one test he could think of.
"Rory, you are not pregnant." She pulled away.
"All but one? Those are slim chances, Tristan."
"Well, I don't believe that. You're a Mary. Take another one."
"How many should I take before I believe it?" she asked sarcastically.
"At least 3 should say the same thing."
"I took 4. 3 out of 4 were positive…that's pretty clear."
"Oh." His face paled. She saw her bus nearing.
"That's my bus."
"I'll drive you, come on." Before she could object, he was already dragging her with him.
"When does your mom get home?"
"She has an event tonight. She won't be back until about 10."
"You're taking more tests." Tristan handed her a water bottle from his bag. "Drink."
"Tristan this is ridiculous."
"Rory, if you're…you need to know." He trailed off. "You don't even know who's it would be."
"Thanks for reminding me," she retorted. Despite her protests he took her to the same drugstore and handed her 3 more boxes with 2 tests in each.
"Is this the boyfriend?" The pharmacist asked when she rang up the boxes. It was the same woman from a few days before.
"No, this is the friend who doesn't believe me," Rory said, glaring at Tristan. Tristan pushed her to the bathrooms and sat in the chair, tapping his foot. He leaned back, trying to remember something but the last thing he remembered was walking into a bedroom and seeing Rory. He remembered walking over to her and downing the rest of whatever he was drinking but everything after that was…gone. About ten minutes later, she reappeared.
"I don't know what you expect. 4 bright smiling faces and 2 pink lines." She slumped into a chair. He sighed.
"So wanna have sex? I mean you're already knocked up." He was trying to lighten the mood, but it only earned him an incredulous stare.
"You're an ass." Rory stood up and began to walk away when he grabbed her arm.
"I was kidding, Rory. I just, this is weird. You of all people not knowing."
"Come on," she said and started to walk again. He drove her the rest of the way and walked her inside.
"Mary, if it helps, the last thing I remember is seeing you."
"Hmm?"
"The party. I remember seeing you in that room."
"It doesn't help, not really." Tristan thought harder. The only conclusion he could think of was that it was him.
"What if it's me?"
"What? Why would I sleep with you?"
"I don't know, because we were both incredibly drunk and in the same room." He threw his coat onto the couch. As it passed Rory, she caught a whiff of his signature cologne. She gagged.
"These are cute," he slurred. She looked down at her floral underwear.
"They're for special occasions," she grinned and wrapped her legs against his waist, grinding herself against his hard penis. He groaned and pushed against her.
"I wanna bury myself so far into you." She giggled.
"Bury away."
"Are you okay?" he asked, worried at her sudden dazed expression.
"Give me your coat." He looked at her strangely but handed it over to her. She brought it to her face and inhaled, letting it take over her senses.
"Oh god, please," she begged as she felt his cock enter her again and again.
"You like that?"
"Don't stop. Harder. Oh. More!" she cried. She felt him speed up and pull her leg onto his shoulder, deepening his thrust.
"That's it baby. Let go. I wanna feel you come."
She pulled the coat away from her face. "Will you…do me a favor?" He nodded.
"What is it?"
"Without you making any comments, can you say 'you like that'?"
"You like that?" he repeated.
"No, like you're having sex." He couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you serious? How am I supposed to know what I sound like when I'm having sex?"
"Well you do it enough." He was quiet. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I just—your cologne it's bringing back memories. I think you're right."
"Wanna have sex and find out?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "You'll be able to hear what I sound like."
"What about," she blushed thinking about her next words. "Say 'that's it baby, let go. I wanna feel you come'." She looked down in embarrassment. His eyes widened as he felt his penis twitch at her words.
"Well that sparked something in me although I don't think it's the kind you want to hear about." She pleaded with her eyes. He sighed and shook his head. "That's it baby, let go. I wanna feel you come'. Good?"
"No." She sighed. "Can you fake slur?"
"What are you doing, Rory?"
"I remember smelling your cologne and its bringing back memories. I just…if it was you and you say it like you did that night I might be able to confirm it."
"Forget it, Rory."
"You owe me all those times you gave me a hard time. Plus, I'm pregnant. I need to know." He sighed. He hated when she used that card.
"Yes, I can fake slur."
"Say 'these are cute' and then 'I wanna bury myself so far into you'."
"With a slur?" She nodded. He repeated her words.
"Bury away."
"Look what you do to me, Mary. You make me so fucking hard."
She gasped and stared at him wide eyed. "Are you clean?" She asked.
"Yea, why?" He gave her a suspicious look.
"Like STD clean?"
"I just got checked, why?"
"Let's go." She grabbed his hand and brought him to her room.
"What are you doing?"
"Have sex with me."
A/N: I got a lot of reviews, which is SO freaking awesome. So thank you! And if you didn't review, there's always this chapter. And the next one. And the one after that… : ) I think you get the point. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, smutty-ness coming next! Let me know what you think! Thanks, Kiki