story so I'm running with it. I'm not abandoning this one. It's being put on hold for a little while.
It's a little bit funnyThis feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
Tristan still wasn't talking and Rory was worried. She watched the scenery pass wishing he would say something. He reached across the seat and put a hand on her thigh. She looked down at his hand and then at him. He smiled letting her know she could stop worrying.
"I don't like arguing with my dad. He has this way of making me feel like I'm nothing."
"But you're not. And if he can't see that it's his loss."
"Thank you." He said just above a whisper.
"You're welcome."
He rubbed her leg as she tried to read the map.
"You're not making this easy."
"Who said it was supposed to be?"
Rory grabbed his hand intertwining their fingers. She wrote down the directions with her other hand.
"Look for 495 south." She said not looking up.
"How long this time?"
"Almost three hours."
"Are you serious? I'm gonna die of starvation before then!"
"So stop somewhere then." Rory said looking at him like he was stupid.
Tristan looked over at her and knew he she was tired. He wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. He was adjusting the radio when he heard her sigh. He looked over at her and smiled. She had fallen asleep with her head against the window. He turned the music down before putting the car on cruise control. Traffic was light for a Friday, then again it was still early.
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Rory groaned shielding her eyes from the sun. She couldn't believe she had fallen asleep. Why hadn't Tristan tried to keep her awake? She rolled her neck trying to rid the tension there. They had stopped at a gas station. Rory looked in the rear view mirror and saw Tristan standing next to the car. She opened her door and stuck her head out.
"Hey Sunshine." Tristan said without looking at her.
"Why didn't you keep me awake?"
"You looked like you could use some sleep."
"I'm hungry." She said staring up at him.
"So am I. I'll go inside and get us something."
"You still haven't eaten? Why? You were starving earlier."
"I didn't want to eat without you."
Rory shut her door shaking her head. She didn't know rather to yell at him or kiss him. He could be so stubborn and then turn around and say something to make her smile. He had suffered so she could sleep.
Tristan finally got back in the car. He handed her a cup of coffee and a bag. She reached into the bag and pulled out a strawberry Danish.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I was going to. I had planned on going inside to get something. Then I was going to wake you up."
Rory ate in silence. She looked over at Tristan and saw that he had strawberry filling on the corner of his mouth. She smiled remembering what he had done yesterday. Luckily they were at a stoplight. She leaned over brushing her thumb across his mouth. She slowly ran her tongue across her thumb not taking her eyes off of him. He stared at her not paying attention to the light. She sat back in her seat and laughed.
"Lights green."
Tristan glared at her thanking God that no one was behind him.
"That was a low blow."
"We're even." She said looking at him.
Tristan nodded not trusting himself to speak. She giggled as she looked out the window.
"Something funny Gilmore?" He asked glaring at her.
"Yeah, that tent in your pants." She said laughing again.
"And I'm the Spawn of Satan." Tristan muttered under his breath.
Rory stopped laughing when she realized he was seriously mad at her. She put her hand on his leg. He stared down at where her hand lay. It was dangerously close to his erection.
"Rory…"
"Let me take care of it." She said rubbing his leg.
"Now?"
"Unless you have a better idea."
He saw a motel up ahead. It wouldn't hurt to stop.
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Rory sat on the bed watching Tristan strip. He had told her she couldn't touch him until he said so. He was starting to regret it. Rory on the other hand was enjoying the impromptu strip tease. He was down to his boxers before he walked over to her.
"Oh so I can touch you now?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him.
He stepped back bowing in defeat. Rory pulled him onto the bed. She rolled on top of him making her way down his stomach. He groaned when she pulled away. He rolled over propping his head on his hand. She sat up pulling her shirt over her head. Tristan grabbed her wrist stopping her. With his other hand he pushed her shorts over her hips.
Twenty minutes later Rory could see the bruises starting to form, on her hips. Tristan's arms and shoulders had finger nail marks up and down them. He had a hickey on his left nipple. She didn't realize she had that much pent up sexual tension. She watched him as he pulled his pants on.
"I'm getting a drink. You want one?" He asked zipping up his pants.
She nodded her hand not trusting herself to speak. He kissed her forehead before leaving the room. She stared at the ceiling waiting for him to come back in. She heard the doorknob turn and she smiled when she saw him. They were total opposites, but she couldn't imagine her life without him. They bickered and nitpicked, what couple didn't? But they had never actually fought. She considered them lucky.
Tristan straddled a chair in front of her. He rested his head on his arms watching her. He had gotten used to the quiet. They had their moments when nothing was said, but he could tell what he was thinking. Rory sat up crossing her legs. She looked up at him and smiled. Tristan got up and lay down next to her. She ran her fingers through his hair. He sighed before putting his head in her lap.
Rory loved when he let his guard down. He was letting down more and more lately. He was finally showing her he couldn't be strong all the time. He wrapped his arms around her waist wanting to be as close to her as he could.
AN: I see so much happening with this story. But it's really hard to get it down on paper when I have so much going on at once. I promise I will finish this.