A/N: Rory's POV… Maybe some Logan, but just briefly for now
I moved to the coffee machine, fixed myself a mug, and sighed. The sensible side of me was trying to convincing myself that it was wrong, that it shouldn't have happened. And then my mother's voice popped into my head. If it wasn't then why did it feel right? Why does Logan never make you feel that way? I put my mug down probably harder than I intended to. I could feel his eyes on me, I had been able to since high school. High school. He's changed so much. Maybe… Again I shook my head. I sighed and sat down at the table, my coffee long forgotten. I was rubbing my temples when I felt him behind me. He moved my hands from my head and replaced them with his, slowly making circles on my temples, helping to relieve the pain. I let out a moan of appreciation and he stopped momentarily. I swallowed hard and moved to get up. His hands went to my shoulders and started working their magic. The song Magic Man by Queen popped into my head and I started humming, making him chuckle. Then, he surprised me again- he started singing along.
He had an amazing voice. How did I not know about that? Because you don't know him, Rory. I shrugged off his touch and stood up, pouring out my now cold coffee. I could feel his eyes on me again. I knew he wouldn't touch me again until I wanted him to. But that was the scary thing, I did want him to. I turned around and met his eyes. That was a mistake. The next thing I know, I'm in his arms again. I'm not even thinking and I love it. Then I heard someone clear their throat, and jumped away from him. My face turned blood red when my mom's eyes met mine. She smiled widely. "Told ya so." And with that she walked up the stairs. I rolled my eyes at my mom's childishness. I'm never going to live this down. And then, he laughed, giving me goose bumps. I shot him a look, asking what was so funny. He shook his head. "What was she talking about, 'told ya so'?" I sighed. "You know full well what she was talking about. He looked at me curiously, shrugged and walked back into my room. I sank back into the kitchen chair, I had a lot of thinking to do.
"So…" Great, I had been dreading this all day. "So…" I mimicked her, then sighed at the look she sent me. She wasn't letting it go. "Where's hott boy?" I started laughing. "Hott boy, mom? Seriously?" She nodded adamantly. "In the shower." She cocked an eyebrow, but didn't comment. "I know, I know, dirty." I mimicked her again, making her laugh. "So, how was making out with Bible Boy?" My face turned red, but she would keep pushing until I told her. "Amazing." Her smile widened. "It was… I don't know. He made me feel… Beautiful. Wanted." I shrugged. I hadn't really said any of this out loud yet. "Logan never made me feel that way." Mom put her hand on my shoulder. But I shrugged again. "It's okay mom. But, when we had sex-" Mom cringed. She knew about it, she just didn't want to. "It was always about him. But even just making out with Tristan was like… He wanted it to be all about me. He wanted to please me in every way possible. And I think he could." Mom's face lit up then. "Oh my God!"
"What?" Mom shook her head.
"You smirk just like him!" My laughter stopped. I didn't even know I was doing it. "That's so cute."
I changed the subject then, I know she noticed, but she didn't say anything. Moments later, a dressed and showered Tristan came into the living room. "Alright, get up. Get dressed. Both of you." I looked up at him curiously. "Tristan, what's going on?" He smiled at us both. "Just get dressed. Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, dragging me into my bedroom. Fifteen minutes later, my mom came in, dressed up, and started trying to help me find an outfit. "Am I going to have to come in and dress you, Ror?" His voice drifted in through the door. "Dirty!" My mom called out to him, and I could almost see his face, smirking. "Only if you want it to be Loreali." This of course, only made her laugh harder. Mom stood behind me, both of us looking in the mirror at our reflections. "He might just be a keeper kid." She whispered to me, then hugged me. I nodded, and leaned back. I started to wonder if she would have accepted Logan had we done it this way, too. I shook that thought out of my head. What did it matter now?
I walked into the kitchen, and Tristan's jaw dropped when he spotted me. He stood up and continued gaping. I blushed under his intense gaze, and let my eyes drop to the floor. He walked over and hooked his finger underneath my chin and made me look at him. He smiled tenderly at me. "You look… Incredibly wonderful." His smile grew for a moment. "See what you do to me?" He whispered huskily in my ear, making me shiver. "Okay, kiddies. I'm ready." Tristan moved slowly away from me, and instantly I missed his touch, but nodded. "Let's go then." He smiled at my mother and offered us each an elbow to escort us out. We stopped in front of the front door. "This could be a problem."
When we finally got to the car, Tristan was driving down the main highway. "So…" He shook his head. "I'm not telling you." He looked into the rearview. "Or you." He directed that last "you" at my mom, who frowned at him. "Haven't we told you that we don't like surprises?" He shook his head again. "Just sit back and relax." After an hour, mom and I had both fallen asleep, Tristan still driving. He woke us up, telling us we were at our final destination. He helped us out of the car and grabbed my hand. "Come on." I could tell he was excited about this, it was just a parking garage. And then, we exited. And I became just as excited as him. We were in New York.
He smiled down at me again. "Do you like it?" I nodded and grinned up at him. "Good." Mom joined us then and started squealing. She hugged Tristan and he laughed. "Well, let's get started." We both nodded, eager with anticipation. After walking for a while, he stopped in front of a large building. "First stop." We followed him inside the door and there was… my dad? "Chris?" Mom's head cocked to the side. "Hey Lore." He smiled at her, and I recognized that look. It was how Tristan looked at me. They embraced and Tristan whispered to me, "I didn't think your mom would like being the third wheel, did you?" I looked up at him, shock evident on my face. "You did this?" I felt the tears well up in my eyes. "Hey what's wrong?" His handsome face was etched in concern. I shook my head. "Thank you." I whispered as he pulled me to him. "Anything for you." This time I didn't need to look up at his face. I knew he was telling me the truth.