A/N: Rory's POV PG-13 to be safe
When I woke up the next morning Tristan was no where to be found, but I smelt Luke's. I checked the clock it was almost noon. Mom probably brought some lunch back. I got up, changed clothes, and walked into the kitchen. There, sitting at my table was Tristan. He had his nose stuck in a newspaper and I couldn't tell what article he was reading. "Morning. I ran to Luke's and got us some lunch. Loreali left a note on the fridge. She had an emergency at the Inn but she'll be back…" He looked up at me and smiled. "Whatever later in Gilmore Girl language means." I smiled broadly at him. "For Luke's I might forgive you for leaving me." This morning and last night, I added to myself. He smiled then too. "I figured. Plus, I thought you might be hungry when you woke up." I nodded. "When am I not hungry?" He laughed then. "I'll let you make the coffee since I don't know how you do it. Although, I'm assuming pouring some coffee grounds in a cup of hot water would be acceptable." I smiled. You do that a lot around him.
"For mom it would." He nodded and went back to the newspaper article he was reading while I made the coffee. He wasn't asking me if I was alight or if I wanted to talk. How did he know exactly what I needed? I got out two plates and some plastic silverware and two coffee mugs. He looked up and shook his head. "I have juice." I made a face, letting him know how stupid I thought that was. "Well you're coffee might kill me." He threw a smirk my way and looked back down. I threw a plastic spoon at him, hitting him in the back of the head. He turned around and just looked at me, so I did the mature thing. I stuck out my tongue at him. He folded his paper neatly and then walked into my room. He was being calm about it. Why are you disappointed? I figured he was changing clothes, so I went back to serving the food for us. The next thing I knew a pillow hit me in the back of the head. I turned around and gaped at him. He simply smirked. I picked it up off the floor and crossed the kitchen, attacking him with it, laughing loudly. He retreated back into my room to get another and I followed. I got a few good hits in before he grabbed one. I knew once he did, it was over for me.
Finally he had me backed up against the back of the foot of the bed. He stopped for a second, then speared me onto the bed. We were both laughing so hard, forgetting about the food. And then it hit me- Tristan was laying on top of me, on my bed. I stopped laughing and looked up at him. He must have been thinking the same thing because his slate eyes were darker than usual. When our eyes locked I couldn't look away, much less move. The room temperature was rising and all I could think was, this feels so right. I tried to wrap my arms around his neck but he had them pinned. He started to move and get up, which successfully freed my arms. I quickly wrapped them around his neck, holding him in place. His surprise was evident. "Rory, I…" I didn't want to hear him say it was a bad idea or things were going too fast, so I kissed him. That one kiss was better than any other kiss I'd ever had.
It took him a second to respond to my lips moving against his, but when he did I felt fireworks. His hand slid up under my top and over my flat stomach, one finding its way to the small of my back, bringing me closer. Our tongues were dueling for control. I followed his lead and slid my hands underneath his shirt, running them over the toned muscles of his back and arms and back again. And in a moment's time, I had decided I wanted to take a chance. I pilled his shirt over his head, only breaking our kiss for a second before his lips once again were fused to mine. He broke away when air became a necessity, he pulled away and started kissing his way down my neck and over my shoulder, pulling the shirt as he went. He must have decided it was in his way, because he yanked it off of me and repositioned himself over me. He started working on the other side of my neck, sucking and nibbling, licking and biting, kissing and caressing. I tried to hold back a moan, but as he sucked on my pulse point, I couldn't help it. My hips pushed up into him of their own accord, needing to be closer to him, making him groan. His hands were everywhere at the same time, pulling me so much closer to him, making me moan again into his lips. I felt him grin into my mouth and grinned back. He broke away again and unsnapped my bra, I was self-conscious at first and then Tristan's eyes met mine. "You're beautiful Rory." He started working his magic on my breasts when my phone went off on the nightstand, causing us to jump apart, breathless.
I moved to answer it and cursed under my breath. It was Logan. I opened the phone, hit ignore, and switched my phone off. He sure knew how to ruin a moment. I took the chance to admire Tristan, while his back was turned to me. He was tan and his muscles were toned. Probably from Military school. I licked my suddenly dry lips. And he's all mine. Whoa! Where did that come from? I suddenly became all too aware that I was shirtless and slipped it back on. Then the coffee maker dinged, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I'm gonna.. Go…" I motioned towards the kitchen when he grabbed my hand. "Mary, it's alright." He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand, pulling me down next to him. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to." I nodded. "It's not that I don't, it's just…" He kissed me, cutting me off then shrugged. "Then I'll wait until you are ready." I smiled over at him. "When did you become perfect?" He smirked and leaned in to whisper, "While you weren't paying any attention." His nearness made me shiver, thinking back to what happened a minute ago.