Unconditional Presence
By: curlyk03
Rating: M. There is and will be sexual content.
I own nothing but the right to have an imagination.
Enjoy!
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."
"Mary, I was joking."
"I just…I need to know. I'm already pregnant. You can't do anything else to me."
"You're thinking irrationally, Rory."
"Please, Tristan," she begged. He lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You realize what you're asking me to do, right?"
"I won't hate you, I promise. You just…you don't know what it's like not to know. I just need to know. I haven't even told my mom yet." He shut his eyes tightly and opened them.
"Okay."
"So how should we do this?" She asked, shifting her eyes nervously.
"Well, do you want the lights on or off? Clothes on or off?"
"Off and…I don't know." He came closer to her and cupped her cheek.
"Rory, I care a lot about you, okay? I just…before we do this and potentially ruin our friendship—whether you didn't mean to or not—if it is mine…tell me, okay? I just…there's nothing like not knowing and finding out when it's to late to have any say."
"Summer?"
"Sophomore year," he said, nodding. She took his hand in hers.
"I promise." She kissed it. He took her other hand and brought her closer to him, leaning down and gently kissing her. She felt a jolt. Well that was familiar.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved her back to the bed and slowly lowered her. She scooted back and watched as he crawled in between her legs. He leaned down and slipped his tongue between her parted lips. She felt dizzy as his hand rubbed her side. Eventually he moved his hand under her shirt and pulled it off. Her bra had a front clasp that he unsnapped quickly.
She groaned under his curious fingers and pushed him back as he took off his shirt and pants. He came back and started to undo her kilt. He removed it and nestled himself in between her legs, rubbing himself against her panties. He smiled at her underwear. There were ducks on them.
"Nice panties." His words hit her like bricks.
"Keep going," she choked out as he continued to rub himself against her. He lifted up and pulled down her underwear. He kissed her belly softly and then removed his own boxers. She felt herself become wetter at the sight of his aroused dick. She moaned and opened her legs for him. He moved his hand to her center and massaged her folds then applied pressure to her clit.
"You're so wet," he whispered.
"Please, Tristan," she whimpered. His heart broke for her. He stroked her face and kissed her gently.
"How did this happen?" He couldn't do it until he knew.
"Jess left. He got his other girlfriend pregnant while cheating on me and I drank to forget about it." His eyebrows creased. He nodded and kissed her hoping it would make her forget all of her problems. Just like the alcohol did. It seemed to work as she melted into the kiss. He lifted up and guided his bare penis to her center.
She felt him at her opening. "Be gentle, okay?"
"Of course, baby." Her heart swelled at his words. Did all of the girls he slept with witness this caring and wonderful Tristan? He entered her slowly and felt her tense up more as he entered further. When he was fully in he stopped.
"Are you okay?"
"Make me remember. Please." He kissed her again and moved back out before setting a steady rhythm. He grunted as she wrapped her legs around him and buried her head in the crook of his neck, whimpering in pleasure as he angled himself delicately but purposefully.
"Please, oh god, Tristan." Her own words shocked her. What shocked her more was what came next.
"You like that, Rory?" It had to be him.
"Harder, Tristan. Please." She begged and felt him speed up. "Wait," she forced out as she felt her climax build quickly. He slowed down and looked at her, struggling to hold his load.
"Can I try something?" He nodded, as he painfully continued his constant strokes.
"What is it?" She unhooked her legs.
"Put this…move it, umm…" He took her leg in his hand lifted it.
"Higher." He brought it to his shoulder and let it settle there when he saw her nod quickly. "Okay," she said and he sped up, thrusting in deeper now. She let her head fall back and Tristan grunted above her.
"Is that okay?" He gritted out. She nodded and let the feelings he was evoking carry her away. She felt her herself approaching and pulled Tristan closer with her arms.
"Faster." He moved quicker and harder until he felt her clamp down on his cock.
"Oh god, Tristan. More. Oh god." She turned her head hoping to reach that point of ecstasy. He didn't let her down when he rolled his hips into hers. She felt her resolve break completely and felt her eyes go back into her head as he rode into her once more and collapsed himself. He pulled out and went next to her, pulling the covers over them before going on his side and looking down at her.
"How was that?" He asked, trying to steady his breathing.
"Almost exactly as I remember it."
"It's me?" She nodded. He leaned down and kissed her gently.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" he said, pulling back. She pulled him back to her and ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue moved against hers. He pulled back.
"What are you going to do?"
He shrugged. "I'll have to tell my parents at some point. I'm not sure what they'll do. I was allowed back at Chilton under the one condition that I would have no more stunts for the rest of the year. I believe this would be considered a stunt." She took his hand in hers.
"Do your parents need you at home tonight?"
"My mom's on a cruise and my dad's screwing his secretary tonight. He won't be back nighttimes until my mom comes back." She nodded. "Why?"
"Because you're hand makes me feel better and I want to be holding it when I tell my mom." His stomach fluttered. "I'm glad it's you."
"While I don't like this situation, I'm glad it's me too."
"Thank you for sleeping with me just now. I know you were joking before, and it means a lot that you did that."
"I've wanted to do it since sophomore year, Rory," he admitted and she blushed at his confession.
"I can't believe I just willingly had sex with you," Rory said, burying her head in her hands.
"I wasn't that bad!" Tristan protested.
"No, you were amazing," she said. "This just isn't me."
"I know." He rubbed his thumb against her cheek soothingly. "When you said you were pregnant earlier today…I just—it didn't make sense. Even if you aren't a virgin, I still viewed you as this angelic—and when you said you were—you're still my Mary." He stumbled over his words. A tear trickled down her cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb.
"Don't cry."
She sniffled. "What will my mom say?"
"Lorelai's a pretty decent woman. And you forget that she's been through this. She was a little younger, but it's kind of the same."
"How are you so calm? Whether you decide to be a part of this baby's life or not, you're a father," Rory jeered at him. Tristan closed his eyes for a minute before reopening them.
"You have no clue how fucking nervous I am inside. I grew up in society, Rory. I've been trained for 18 years not to show how I really feel. Until this point, its been easy," he said, taking her hand and putting it against his chest. "My heart hasn't stopped beating like that since this afternoon." Rory nodded, feeling better.
"Hold me?" she asked in a small voice. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as he wrapped his arm around her body.
"I have to tell my parents at some point and I'm not sure what they'll do. But I'm going to be here for you in any way that I can. I don't want you to do this alone." Rory melted at his words, burying her head into his chest.
"Thank you, that means a lot…" she trailed off, being cut short by the ring of a telephone.
"Hello?"
"Rory, hi. I'm still at the Inn," Lorelai's voice rang from the other end of the phone line. "I just wanted to let you know that Luke is coming over in about 10 minutes. He's bringing you some food since I figured you were still upset and wouldn't want to go out."
"Thanks, mom."
"So how are you feeling? Any more chipper today?"
Rory sighed. "No. What time do you think you'll be home?"
"I'd say around 10. Why? Do you miss me?"
"No, I just think we should talk when you get home," Rory said cautiously.
"That doesn't sound good."
"I just, I remember some things from the party."
"Oh wow."
"Yea, but we'll talk when you get home."
"Have you been crying? You're voice is all shaky." Rory's eyes widened in alarm. If Lorelai knew she'd been crying, she would come home right away.
"No, I'm just tired."
"Okay, babe. I'll see you in a few hours."
Rory hung up the phone and groaned. "Luke is coming over to bring me food."
"I guess we should get dressed then." They both hesitantly climbed out of her bed and pieced together the outfits they were wearing.
"Hey, Rory?"
"Mm?"
"How do you know it's me? I mean, sex talk is sex talk. I don't think I'd be able to tell one person from another," Tristan said honestly.
"I didn't think I'd be able to either, but it sounded a lot like you and he called me 'Mary'."
"Point taken." They finished getting dressed in silence.
"Rory, I'm going to run out to my car, okay? I wanna grab my extra clothing." She nodded and watched as he ran out. She took that opportunity to strip and look for casual clothes.
Passing by the mirror, she turned to look at herself. She started with her face, which was puffy red from crying. Then down to her neck. Upon closer inspection she noticed Tristan had given her a hickey. She continued down to her chest and noticed that her bra seemed different. She didn't remember it looking like that. She purposefully skipped her stomach and continued south until she inspected her toes. Each toenail was carefully painted satin pink. She dragged her gaze to her middle and turned to the side and inspected her flat stomach. She didn't hear Tristan's footsteps but rather felt his arms come around her from behind. He kissed her bare shoulder.
"I know you may not find me as the easiest person to get along with, but I never meant for this to happen, I swear. I don't even remember having sex, and I thought I was smart enough no matter what to use condoms." Rory turned in his arms.
"I don't blame you, but if I'm going to be able to get through this, I need you to be easier to deal with. No more sexual leering or sexually charged statements. Okay?"
"Okay," He agreed and there was a knock on the door.
"I'll answer it, you get dressed," Tristan said and left her room. He walked to the door and opened it.
"Tristan? Where's Rory?" Luke demanded immediately.
"She's in her room." Luke eyed him suspiciously.
"What are you doing here?" he questioned.
"Rory had a long day and I figured she wouldn't want to take the bus so I offered to drive her home. She asked me to stay until Lorelai got home."
"Rory!" Luke called.
"Hi, Luke!" Rory greeted.
Luke looked at Tristan, relief visible on his face. A few seconds later, she emerged wearing casual clothes. She took the bag of food out of his hands. "Thanks for bringing this over. I've been kind of out of it."
"Sure, Rory. I hope you feel better, alright?" She nodded and watched as Luke left.
"Now what?"
"We wait for my mom to come home."
Tristan nodded and followed Rory to the kitchen.
10 PM
Rory and Tristan were lying on the sofa, watching TV when they heard footsteps on the porch. While they were friends before, the news had somehow made them attached. Rory didn't want to be away from Tristan and Tristan felt as if he should be with Rory.
They heard the door open and Lorelai walk in. "Rory? I'm home!"
"Watching TV mom," Rory called and sat up. The two teenagers watched as Lorelai appeared in the doorway.
"Tristan," Lorelai greeted, surprised.
"Hi Lorelai."
"So, Rory you said you wanted to talk."
"Yea, do you want to sit down?"
"Do I?"
"Well I think you'll be more comfortable," Rory said uneasily.
"I'd be more comfortable if I knew what was going on. Why is Tristan here?" Lorelai asked, sitting anyway.
"I think we need to talk about the party first."
"Will it clear up any moodiness?"
"I'm not sure how much of that I can control." Lorelai raised an eyebrow.
"Okay."
Before Rory spoke, she felt Tristan squeeze her hand. "So I slept over Louise's house as you know and when I went to grandma and grandpa's house after the party I wanted to take a shower. When I was getting undressed I realized I wasn't wearing any underwear." Lorelai's eyes widened. "I wasn't sure what to think. I mean you know me, I always wear underwear. I mean what if I slept with someone? I'm not a virgin so I wasn't feeling any pain. So as of three days ago, I was late for my period. And not just a day—more than a week. So I freaked and made Paris go with me to buy a couple of pregnancy tests…and 3 out of 4 were positive."
"Oh my god," Lorelai murmured as her face fell.
"And I was crying today and Tristan came up to me and asked me what was wrong. I eventually told him and he didn't believe me so he made me take 6 more tests. They were all positive." She swallowed loudly and tried to force the tears to go away. A few strays rolled down her cheek. "So he came with me here and eventually we figured out that it was Tristan that I slept with."
"I was umm…in the same position as Rory. I don't remember any of it, so I'm relying on Rory for this," Tristan said quickly.
"I'm sorry, mom. I never meant for it to happen. I just…Jess called and…" she trailed off, waiting for Lorelai to say something.
"You got my daughter pregnant?" Lorelai asked, staring Tristan down.
"I guess so. I mean I don't even remember doing it with her. I respect Rory too much to do that, I just—"
"Get out." Tristan shot a look at Rory.
"No, mom, he didn't—"
"Get. Out. Of my house."
"Lorelai—"
"Are you deaf? Leave my house, you've done enough damage."
Tristan sighed and nodded.
"No! Mom, you cannot make him leave. It's just as much my fault as his!"
Lorelai let her tears show and she shook her head. "I wanted so much for you, Rory," she said quietly.
"I know, mom."
"I need to ummm—" Lorelai pointed upstairs and promptly left the two of them. Tristan wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and squeezed her against him.
"It'll be okay," he promised as he felt her tears seep through his shirt.
8:45 AM
Rory tiredly walked through the Chilton halls. With one class done, she wasn't sure if she could survive the rest of the day. As she was sorting through her locker, Tristan came up beside her.
"So is this day four of not talking to your mom?" She shut her locker.
"Actually, we talked last night. I went into her room and we talked for about 3 hours," she replied.
"So is everything good now?"
"Yea, as best as they can be," Rory said, smiling weakly. He rubbed her shoulder.
"Then why the downer face?"
Rory looked around and grabbed his hand bringing him into an empty classroom. "Mmph, my morning sickness is just really acting up this morning."
"Oh. Is there anything I can do?"
"No, I have a bag of Saltines and a bottle of Dr. Pepper in my bag. It's done nothing so far, though."
"Let me know?" She nodded, not believing how he was being with her. She only hoped he would continue like this for the next 8 months.
"Hey, umm, I have my first appointment tomorrow. Do you maybe want to come?" Rory asked nervously. "I mean you don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought you might like to since it's…well your baby too."
He smiled at her rambling. "I'd love to. I can drive you over and we'll meet your mom there. She's going, right?"
"Yea."
"Does she still want to maim me?" Tristan asked, causing Rory to laugh.
"She would never maim you. You just got me pregnant. That's kind of a big deal."
"Rory, you know I never—" She placed her finger on his lips to silence him.
"I know." Pause. "I've been thinking, should we date?" Rory blushed at her question.
"D-d-date? Why?"
"I don't know. I mean we're going to have a baby. I just, I don't want him or her to be fatherless. And I won't get married to you unless there's something there. Plus, I'd get to see you more by default," Rory said, ending in a soft tone.
"So this would be an exclusive thing."
"I hope so." Tristan smiled.
"Yea, let's do it." He took her hands in his, and leaned down and kissed her gently. "Because if we date, I can do that. And this," he said and kissed her neck. Rory shrugged him off.
"We have 8 months for that, but right now I need to go to class and so do you." She jutted her finger at him.
"You're turning me into a good boy," he grumbled, but followed her out nonetheless.
The next morning, as Rory walked towards her locker, she could swear that each person who glanced to see who the newcomer was would know her secret. She spun her combination and tried to concentrate on which books she needed to take out.
"Rory." Rory took a quick intake of air and moved her book to cover her lower abdomen.
"Hey Louise," Rory greeted the blonde, her insides buzzing.
"Here." Louise handed her a shopping bag that had a knot at the top. "You left these at my house and I must say…I am impressed."
Confused, Rory opened the bag. A dark blush covered her face as she quickly closed the bag again. "Where did you find these?"
"Under the bed in one of the guest rooms. Actually, a maid found them. I realized they weren't mine and stuck them in a bag. I kept forgetting to bring it in. The white stuff won't come out, so don't try."
"White…stuff?"
"Semen, Rory. Anyway, it looks like you did have fun at my party." Rory nodded feeling the urge to hide her face in mortification.
"Yea." Louise smiled and walked away. Rory wasn't quite sure what to do with the bag and before she could think, she felt a body rub against her.
"What's in the bag?" She turned to see Tristan. Rory sighed and handed him the bag. Opening it, he looked confused.
"Those are the underwear I couldn't find." Tristan nodded in comprehension.
"Well, looks like there's some baby junk on them."
"That's what Louise said." He handed the bag back.
"We could get this tested, you know. I mean, I know you're relying on your memory but this is concrete evidence."
"Tristan that would cost a fortune."
"And a six billion fortune my family has."
"Six billion?" Rory asked wide-eyed.
"I don't actually know. But it sounds close."
"I mean I trust myself but it would feel better if I knew 100 percent for sure."
"Then we'll do it." She smiled and nodded, then shoved the bag in her locker and shut the door.
A/N: And that was chapter 3! I didn't write out the conversation between Lorelai and Rory because I felt like that would ruin the flow of the story (the very fast paced flow). Plus, I'm sure any other pregnant Rory story has the conversation and I didn't want to bore you all. Same thing with telling Emily and Richard. It's mentioned later, but it's not written out. I don't think I'll get the next chapter out until Friday again, I'm going on vacation. Sorry! But we'll see. Okay, hope you liked the smuttiness! Please review! :) Thanks, Kiki