Unconditional Presence
By: curlyk03
Rating: M. There is and will be sexual content.
I own nothing but the right to have an imagination.
Enjoy!
"Well that was interesting, no?" Rory asked with a grim smile.
"You've heard the rumors too, then?"
"Of course," she sighed.
"One more day and then it's Saturday."
"Woohoo," Rory said, deadpanned.
1 day later
"Rory." Rory grumbled and opened her eyes to see Lorelai leaning over her bed. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand.
"Mom, it's 9am."
"I know. I thought we could go shopping today. Maybe get some stretchy clothes. You'll want them—trust me." Rory nodded. "Alright, so we'll leave in about an hour. Take your time." Lorelai smoothed down Rory's hair and started to walk away.
"Hey mom?"
"Yea, honey?" Lorelai walked back to the bed and sat down.
Rory bit her lip. "I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but would you mind if just Tristan and I went? We haven't had a lot of alone time, and I think he needs to be there. Be involved, you know?" Rory was surprised when she saw Lorelai smile.
"That's a great idea. You shouldn't have to complain to me. Complain to the boy who did this to you!" Lorelai grinned.
Rory smiled. "Thanks. And thank you for being so good about this. I know this wasn't exactly planned, and the details are cringe-worthy, but I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Oh kid, you could never do anything that would upset me long term, okay? I hear things like this happen in Hollywood all the time!" Rory smiled. "Since you've ditched me, I'm going to the Inn today. I have to plan a wedding. Actually, this is good. I'm not sure what the wife and husband to be would have done if the owner wasn't there. Anyway, I'll go now. Is that okay?"
"Yup, fine!" Lorelai kissed her head and got up, leaving. Rory reached for her cordless phone. She dialed his number smoothly.
"Hello?" She heard his tired voice.
"You lazy bum, why aren't you up yet?" He grinned and sat up in his bed when he heard her voice.
"Better question, why are you up?"
"My mom woke me. She wanted to go shopping for pregnant people friendly clothes."
"That sounds…fun." He tried to sound excited, but Rory laughed at his failure.
"Good, because my mom isn't going with me anymore. You are."
"What? I never agreed to that. Shopping with a girlfriend in itself sucks. Shopping with a pregnant girlfriend…god help me." He said, laughing.
"Well you do praise yourself on being god. So pick me up in an hour?"
He scoffed. "I never agreed to this!"
"When your sperm met my egg, you agreed."
He sighed. "You always bring that up. Fine. Give me an hour and fifteen minutes. Cool?"
"Yea, I forgot you needed 30 minutes to style your hair."
"I don't like this Rory. This Rory is mean."
"Bye Tristan." She sang.
"Yea, yea." She laughed and hung up the phone. She lifted up her shirt and looked at the growing curve of her stomach. She got up and went to take a shower. An hour later, she sat down on the couch and flipped through a magazine waiting for him. She yawned and tossed it aside, lying down. About 20 minutes later, she heard a knock and then heard the door open.
"Mary?" She stayed silent and kept her eyes closed. She heard his footsteps and couldn't help the smile when she heard his scoff when he saw her. He kneeled down in front of her. He placed his hand on her stomach and rubbed. She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her.
"You're late." She pointed at him.
"Car accident on the highway." She nodded and sat up, bracing herself on the sofa. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
"Yea, low blood pressure." She closed her eyes briefly. "Okay, I'm better." He took her hands in his and pulled her up. She stumbled towards him.
"Now that you're close to me, I can do this." He leaned down and kissed her softly, placing his hand on her hip keeping her close. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. She lowered herself back down and pulled away.
"I figured we'd go to Westfarms' Mall." He grimaced.
"An actual mall? You better be really nice to me. Especially since I have a feeling I'm going to end up paying for this."
"You know me to well." He kissed her again and pulled away, grabbing her hand in his.
"Let's go." After about 30 minutes, they pulled into the mall lot. They passed by a trendy, slim fitting clothing store.
"So what exactly are we buying?"
"I'm hoping no maternity clothes. I was kinda just hoping sweats and stretchy things."
"So that leaves us with what exactly?" He asked, re-gripping her hand.
"Umm well, if we go into any maternity stores there's Motherhood and babystyle. But other than that, Gap has sweats usually, maybe H&M, and then of course the department stores. Victoria Secret might have some things too."
"Victoria Secret? That's the best idea I've heard all day!"
"You haven't even been with me for more than an hour yet." They continued walking through the mall and entered Gap.
"You can't blame me. I haven't gotten any sex in like 4 months. I have never jacked off so much in my life." He breathed. Rory's cheeks flushed.
"Maybe you could say that a little quieter next time?"
"Sorry."
"Hi, is there anything I can help you with?" A sales lady asked.
"Stretchy things. Sweatpants, shirts, whatever." Rory answered. The woman nodded and brought them over to a display. There were two styles of pants in numerous colors.
"Umm…" Rory looked at them all.
"Just try on one and if they fit, buy a bunch of colors." Tristan suggested.
"Okay." Rory took her hand back and handed three pairs to Tristan and continued on shopping. He rolled his eyes and followed her. She piled many shirts into his arms and even a dress that was fitted to the bust, but had room for her belly to grow. "I think that's good. Come on." She led him to the dressing room, but shut the door before he could come inside. She tried on the pants and opened the door to show Tristan. He shrugged.
"I'm seriously not the one to ask." He held up his hands. She pushed past him and looked at herself in the 3-way mirror. She deemed them good and took them off and handed them to Tristan through a cracked open door.
She didn't show him the shirts, but had no choice when it came to the dress. She put it on and walked outside, turning around for him to zipper it. She lifted her hair and felt him pull the dress up. With her hair off her neck, he took the opportunity to gently kiss the exposed skin. She shivered and walked towards the mirror. He followed close behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her against him.
"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He spoke in a low voice as he connected with her eyes in the mirror and watched her cheeks brighten. "Every time I see you—or think about you for that matter, all I want to do is make love to you. To show you that it can be good and doesn't have to end in a baby, or questioning said babies paternity." He rubbed the sides of her stomach and she felt a flutter and a tingling in her abdomen. She placed her hands on his and squeezed them. She turned around and searched his eyes. She found lust, compassion, and tenderness. She broke the eye contact and cleared her throat.
"Umm, so I'm getting the pants and some of the shirts and I'll get this dress." He sighed at her change in subject.
"Okay, let's go." He held the items she wanted while she changed back into her regular clothes. She took them back and watched as he paid for them. They went into 3 more stores and bought various things before Rory complained that she was hungry. They were sitting down in the food court when Rory broached the topic of sex.
"Tristan can we talk?"
He raised his eyebrow and looked around. "I think that's what we're supposed to do."
"No, I mean I know, but that's not what I meant. This is a serious conversation." He took a drink from his soda and nodded.
"What is it?" They were interrupted by Rory's phone. She grumbled.
"Hey honey. Having fun?"
"Tons." She said flatly.
"Aw I'm glad. Anyway, so once I told this couple about the gazebo in town and the pond, they went nuts. Seriously, I could see them revamping the whole thing after a 4-hour planning session this morning. Anyway, they're go crazy over the things I apparently didn't tell them—but did tell them before, and now they want to redo it. The whole wedding. Bottom line, it'll be a long, long time till I'm free. Maybe Tristan can stop by and get you guys some dinner at some point?"
"Yea, that's fine. Sorry about your pesky clients."
"It's business. Anyway, I should go; they're starting to assign things to Michel. Never good."
"Oh no, go before it's too late!"
"See you later, honey. I'll be home around 7 or 8."
"Okay, bye!" Rory flipped her phone shut and muttered an apology.
"My mom had some complications with some potential newlyweds looking to get married at the Inn. She says that we should pick up dinner later."
"That we can do. So as you were saying?"
"Right. Well before, when I was trying on that dress," her cheeks flushed. "You said that, umm, every time you saw me you wanted to…" She trailed off, hoping for some confirmation from him.
"What about it?"
She looked into his startling blue eyes before she moved her gaze. "Umm me too. For a few weeks actually." He looked surprised.
"We could have done it then."
"I know, it's just…I care a lot about you and I feel like I'm not doing enough."
"You know I would never force you to do anything."
"I know." She was thinking about her next words in her head. He looked her over.
"Masturbation is exactly what this is for." Her cheeks reddened even more.
"Will you let me finish?" She said exasperatedly.
"Sorry."
"As I was saying, I've wanted to. I just…what I want and what my body wants are different. I know that's hard to understand. I even looked it up online and apparently a lot of females have this—where their desire to have sex diminishes."
"I get it Rory, you don't want to."
"No! That's not it. I do, so badly! My heart wants to give you that. You've been nothing but wonderful, supportive, and caring to me this whole time and I want to give you something. But I don't really have any sexual desire." He looked confused.
"So let me see if I got this, you want to have sex emotionally but not physically?"
She let out a breath. "Something like that."
"I don't get it, but that's cool." Rory sighed.
"I'll try and think it over. Do you want to keep going? I'm getting pretty tired, so maybe one more store?"
"Sounds good. Lead the way, Mary." She smiled at the name and clasped his hand.
"Stop dragging your feet." She scolded him. He was confused when she started to slow down. She stopped right outside the store and let it register with Tristan.
"I thought you were kidding."
"They have comfy PJs. So here's the deal. You go get whatever and I'll get what I need and I'll meet you right outside the fitting room. Okay?"
"Whatever?"
"Anything that I wouldn't be embarrassed if my mom washed."
"I'll wash it." She glared. "Okay, okay." They both walked into Victoria's Secret and went their opposite ways. About 10 minutes later, they met in the middle.
"Okay, let me see what kind of fantasy you're having." Rory held out her hand. She was surprised to find only one see-through thing and it was baby doll that had a matching bra and panties set for underneath. The rest were things she'd actually consider wearing.
"Dugrey, I'm impressed. I don't think you're allowed in the room with me, though. So wait here." He made a pouty face. She kissed him. "I'll be back soon." She walked away, carrying the items in her hand. She was sad to see that none of the bras fit her except the ones she picked out. But those were 'just incase you got bigger' bras that she had in her regular size also. She sighed and decided to not take anything but regular bras. He watched her emerge.
"What happened to everything else?"
"My boobs grew and I'm pissed." He nodded slowly and walked after her to the register. After paying, they made their way back to Rory's house. He shifted his gaze quickly from the road to her.
"What's wrong?"
"I liked the size my boobs were." She pouted. He smiled.
"Babe, it's not the end of the world."
"I know." He rested his hand on her thigh. The rest of the ride was silent. He helped her with the bags and dropped them all on her floor, next to the ones she already deposited. He went into the kitchen and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"What are you thinking about?"
She turned in his arms. "Us." He gave her a confused glance. "You're just handling this very differently than I thought you would."
"How so?"
"You're Tristan Dugrey, playboy extraordinaire. At least you used to be. You probably wouldn't be doing 75 percent of the things you've been doing if you were still that way."
"I'm glad you think so highly of me." He scoffed.
"No, don't take that the wrong way. Just think about it. Would you really have gotten out of bed this morning to take me to the mall if you were still the same guy?"
"Yes."
"At 9am?"
He didn't answer at first. "Probably not."
"I'm not trying to put you down. You just asked me what I was thinking about and I was thinking about how amazing you've been."
"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get defensive."
"I forgive you." She smiled and tilted her head as he lips met hers. "I was mostly thinking about the fact that old Tristan wouldn't have stood up to his parents like new Tristan did." He kissed the top of her head.
FLASHBACK
"Are you ready?" Tristan asked, pushing the door open.
"Do I look like I'm ready?" He smiled, and took her hand.
"Tristan, what a surprise." The teens looked up to see an impeccably polished Elise Dugrey.
"Hi mom. I told you I would be coming to dinner tonight."
"So it seems. Who's this?"
"This is Rory Gilmore, my girlfriend. Rory, this is my mother, Elise Dugrey."
"Mrs. Dugrey would be just fine, dear." Elise smiled tightly. Rory nodded politely.
"Of course, Mrs. Dugrey. You have a beautiful home."
"Yes, it is, isn't it? Best stuff money can buy. Did I hear right? Is your last name Gilmore?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Richard and Emily's granddaughter?"
"That is me."
"Splendid! I hear such wonderful things about you!"
"Oh, thank you Mrs. Dugrey."
"No, Elise is perfectly fine. Come along kids. Let's see what the chef has prepared." Elise scurried ahead without waiting. Rory immediately turned to stare at Tristan.
"Is she bipolar?" Tristan laughed out loud at Rory's comment.
"You would think so, but now you know the importance of money to her. It's ridiculous." Rory nodded in agreement. The introduction to Tristan's father, Charles, went even worse, as he blatantly asked Rory how being Tristan's 'play-thing' was going. Rory could see Tristan's jaw clenched at that remark.
Dinner was relatively uneventful. That is, until Tristan's behavior was brought up. "Tristan, how's school? Get into any more debacle's?" Charles asked getting down to business.
"School is fine, nothing of any significance."
"Good, you know what happens if you pull anymore stunts."
"I do, but I actually needed to talk to you both."
Elise immediately dropped her fork onto her plate and sat up straight. "Tristan?" She asked.
Tristan looked to Rory and then shifted between his parent's faces. "Rory's pregnant."
It took less than half a second to get a reaction. "What?"
"It was purely by accident, but we've talked about this in depth and we're going to keep it."
"This is outrageous! I won't allow it. If you become responsible for that bastard child then you are no longer welcome here." Rory sat there, mouth agape, stunned silent.
"That's bullshit! She got pregnant with me before you two were married!" Tristan pointed to his mother.
"Yes, and look how you turned out." Charles spat out.
"She will get an abortion, Tristan." Elise said coldly.
"Elise, I can do it by myself. There's no reason—" Rory started.
"Mrs. Dugrey, to you." Rory opened her mouth and closed it again.
"I'll make this very clear. Either you forget about playing house with your play-thing, or we cut you off."
"Like that would fucking make a difference. Gramps has set up numerous accounts that only have my name on them. Some you don't even know about. What would look worse? A child taken care of lovingly by both parents or a child abandoned because one of the grandfather's is a selfish prick?"
"That's enough out of you, you worthless shit. I told your mother you should stay at the military academy, but no. And now look what happened. I wonder what the elder Gilmore's would have to say about this little…bump."
"With all due respect, sir, they already know. They weren't happy when they found out, but they've come to terms with it." Rory interjected.
"Well, let's just call them up, then." Charles sneered and took his cell phone out.
"Richard!" Any angst was removed from his voice and was replaced with a friendly tone.
"How are you?...Very well, Richard. I'm glad to hear that…Yes, in fact it appears that your granddaughter is pregnant…It's preposterous!...my sentiments exactly, Richard…Well, we simply told them that it must be taken care—…oh, you are absolutely correct! It's brilliant, Richard! If I had thought of the potential before I wouldn't of jumped off like I did…yes, I'm sure they'll forgive me…of course! Well, please, don't be a stranger. We must draw up those contracts immediately. Figure out what belongs to who….Will do, Richard. You take care as well….Bye." Charles hung up the phone, and shockingly, his smile didn't wear off.
"Ah, Richard is such a dear friend." Rory and Tristan looked at each other in utter confusion.
"Charles?"
"Ah, Elise, we shall discuss this later. For now, Tristan, if this tarnishes the Dugrey reputation, I will not hesitate to find an extra belt for your ass. You hear me?"
Tristan nodded quickly, not chancing the change in his father's mood.
"Rory and I should get going. It's getting late and Rory needs her sleep." Rory nodded and stood up quickly.
"Good bye Mr. and Mrs. Dugrey. Dinner was great." She said, trying to keep her bitterness on the down low.
"Goodbye. Goodbye, Tristan." The elders didn't bother to escort them out.
END FLASHBACK
A few moments of quiet passed. "Still thinking about us?"
"No, now it's just you."
"Oh really?" He cocked an eyebrow. "What about me?"
"Maybe you can try and get me in the mood?" She laced her fingers through his.
"I thought you said you weren't in the mood."
"I know, but according to the online thing I read, I probably wont be until a few months after the baby is born. I don't think you want to wait a year."
"Wow, well, my hand and dick will be very familiar with each other. More than they have been since I was about 14." She smiled.
"Which is why I'm doing this for you."
"This shouldn't be just for me, it should be for you too."
"I know, we'll see what happens. I can't promise anything, though." He nodded.
"Are you sure?" he lowered his head to search her eyes.
She nodded. "You said you wanted me to see what it's like. Without worrying about the other things."
"I do."
"Well, show me."
"Now?"
"When else? My mom won't be home for another 6 or so hours." He let out a deep breath.
"Alright, come on." She let him pull her towards her bedroom. He shut the door behind them out of habit and followed her to her bed.
She untied her pants and let them fall and then sat down on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head. His eyes raked over her underwear and bra clad body. He saw her pregnant belly and got hard thinking about how he was the one to do it.
She moved farther onto the bed and watched as he advanced towards her. He took off his shirt and his pants, letting Rory see the tent his penis was making in his boxers. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over her slightly horizontal body.
"You are even more beautiful without your clothes on." He snaked his hands to her back and gently unclasped the bra, freeing her engorged breasts. He took the garment off her arms and cupped a breast in his hand. He squeezed it gently.
"Ow." Rory hissed and shrunk away from him. He let go.
"Oh god, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to—"
"It's fine. They're just sore." He nodded and hesitantly brought his hand back to her breast, watching her face to make sure he didn't hurt her. She showed no signs of pain as he cupped her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple. He watched her eyes flutter closed and let out a sigh.
"Baby, open your eyes." He said, soothingly. She opened them and looked up at him. "You're going to have to help me here, okay? I don't want to hurt you—more than I already have—so you'll have to let me know okay?" She nodded.
"Okay. Just don't lie on top of me."
"Well, then you're on top."
"I mean, don't rest your weight on me."
"Ah gotcha." He smiled at her. "You're sure about this? This is different. Before when we did this, and we were sober, it was to see if it was me."
"Shh." She put her finger on his lips. "We're also dating and I'm pregnant with your baby. Doesn't that give you some primal urge or something?" He let his head drop to the groove in her neck.
"Just the thought of you being pregnant is enough to make me come." His words sent her nerves haywire as he kissed her neck. "If anything is uncomfortable, we can stop."
"Okay." She cupped his cheek and brought herself up to him, capturing his lip in hers. She sucked on it and leaned back down, bringing him with her. He rested most of his weight on his arm. He felt her tongue push into his mouth and run along his palette. He closed his mouth around her and sucked.
He brought his mouth to her ear and gently bit her earlobe. He placed wet kisses on her shoulder down the skin between her breasts to her stomach. He stopped and nudged her stomach with his nose. He kissed it again before moving back to her face. She ran her hands down his side and moved her hands inside his boxers, letting one hand trail to his front. She felt his body give a little jerk as she ran her fingers gently down his penis.
"Oh god." He muttered as she continued her teasing strokes. Moving her hand back, she pushed the boxers down. As he kicked them off his ankle, he lifted up her butt and rolled down her plain cotton underwear.
When both of them were completely naked, he ran his hand down her body to the middle of her legs. Using his index finger, he ran along her slit and prodded her gently. She was wet, so he used his fingers to move the moisture around to lubricate her even more.
As his hand passed over her clit, she took a deep intake of breath in surprise. He grinned at her reaction and did it a few more times. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him towards her in anticipation. He removed his hand and sensually inserted his finger into his mouth, tasting her fluid. She moaned and pulled him closer with her hands.
"Tristan." She breathed. He grinned.
"And you said you weren't in the mood." He teased, and nipped her lips. She opened her legs wider and looked down, watching him guide himself to her. She watched as he swirled his penis around her opening. He rubbed himself against her clit and looked up to watch her moan at the sensation. She nestled her head into the crook of his neck as he slowly slid into her. Her legs instinctively moved to aid his movements. He moved in and out a few times slowly before stopping.
"How does that feel?"
"A little strange." She admitted.
"Nothing hurts, though?"
"No."
"Okay, let me know." He said and re-positioned himself so he wouldn't be crushing her with his body. He re-entered her gently but firmly. He moved his hand to her nub and stroked it in time with his thrusts. She moved her head to the side in pleasure and gripped his shoulder, almost breaking the skin.
He grunted as he felt her nail him, making him harder.
"You're so wet." He muttered as he plunged into her again and again. She whimpered when he slowed down and left her.
"What are you doing?" She watched him grab a pillow.
"Lift up." He helped her and moved the pillow under her butt. She settled back down and gasped when he entered her again.
"Oh my god." She forced out as he went deeper and hit her g-spot repeatedly. She felt her end coming.
"Tristan, please." He started to feel her contract as he applied more pressure to her clit.
"That's it, baby. You like that?" He muttered as he drove into her a few more times when he felt her collapse around him, writhing in pleasure. He rode out her waves when a hard contraction sent him over as well. He felt himself come inside of her and waited until he was sure they were both done before he pulled out. He pulled the pillow out from underneath her and looked down at her from his side position. Her legs were still open wide.
"Wow." He took her comment to heart. He leaned down to kiss her.
"How're you doing?"
"Wow." She repeated. He laughed and ran his hand across her stomach in a figure-8 pattern.
"So that was good for you?"
"Let's do it again." She said moving closer to him. She moved her leg over his so she was semi-straddling him while they were both on their sides. He grinned and kissed her, pushing her onto her back. He was about to kiss her, when she pulled away and clutched her abdomen.
"Ow." She breathed and after a few seconds she opened her eyes.
"Is everything okay?' She nodded.
"Yea, just a little cramping. The doctor said that might happen if I have sex."
"Does it still hurt?" He rubbed her stomach affectionately. She shook her head. "Maybe we should wait to do this again." He suggested.
"At my next appointment, we'll talk to the doctor about it. See what the limitations are." He nodded and kissed her. She pulled back and yawned.
"Tired?" He asked.
She grunted. "More like exhausted. I don't know why people say it's a blessing to be pregnant. It's just a pain in the butt."
"Ah but when it's born, it'll be a wonderful mix of both of its parents."
She snorted. "Wonderful?"
"Well I'm speaking strictly of this one." He pointed at her stomach. "Given the genes of its parents, it's going to be a damn gorgeous baby."
"Well your genes might negatively affect the baby, but I guess it's a good thing I'm the mom."
"Hey! I'm damn good looking. We should just name the baby Hercules." She giggled.
"Hercules? What makes you think it's going to be a boy, huh? For all you know, it could be an Athena."
"Nah, it's a boy. I have a feeling." He grinned cheekily.
"I guess it's a good thing it's attached to you then, huh?" She said sarcastically and stroked his cheek.
"Well I only carry male chromosomes, I'm that manly." She burst out laughing.
"Right. Anyway let me complain some more. And cravings suck! I mean at least I'm not craving healthy things. Well green things at least." She shuddered. "And I'm going to look like a house! That or a whale. A big, fat whale. And my nice size boobs are ballooning up and then they'll droop—"
"Since when have you cared about your tits?"
"Boobs, not tits." She scolded. He laughed.
"It's all the same, babe."
"Well I just don't want to look like a grandma at 19. That's not fun."
"Mary, you know, some people actually think pregnant woman are stunning."
"Are you one of them?" He pulled the blanket back to look at her naked body. "Hey!" She struggled to pull the covers back, but he was too strong. She gave up and felt his hand glide over her body from her thigh. She watched him run across her stomach and graze the side of her breast. He brought his hand to rest on her cheek.
"Definitely one of those people." She blushed under his intense gaze. She yawned again.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired."
"Go to sleep then." He ran his hand through her hair.
"But I feel bad, what are you going to do?"
"I'll go to sleep too."
"What if you can't fall asleep?"
"Then I'll just relish in the fact that you're naked next to me, we had sex, and that the reason your stomach is protruding is because my baby is in there." He said sweetly.
"Can you keep the staring on the DL until I at least fall asleep?" She narrowed her eyes at him. He nodded.
"I'll try, but you're just so amazing so it'll be a struggle." She beamed.
"Thanks." She leaned up and kissed him softly before scooting back down and resting her head on Tristan's arm. He moved closer to her so they could share the warmth of each other. He shut his eyes and fell asleep soon after.
A/N: Whew! Someone was interested in seeing the reaction from the Dugrey's, and so I went back and wrote it in. The drama written in here won't carry on much through the story. I just wanted you guys to know that I do take your wants into consideration! :) OH and HAPPY NEW YEAR!! What new years resolutions did you guys set (if any) and have you already broken them (it could happen! It's been almost 2 days…)?
Answers to my last questions:
1. Blonde vs. Blond…a lot of people told me it was based on gender. You use an "e" for a female. As Noni said, "Tristan is blond, while Louise is blonde". So thank you for your answers and clarifications!
2. Smut vs. Lemon…I got a few different answers for this, and therefore remembered UrbanDictionary. Lemons were initially coined for use with Anime/Manga and has since moved onto to label NC17 fanfiction. Smut is much the same as Lemon, just a different term. And a Lime, is a mild sex scene. UrbanDictionary also said that a lime is where the characters fool around, but they don't actually have sex. So yea, you guys basically got it! Thank you. :)
Let me know what you thought! Thanks, Kiki