Disclaimer: Smut! Also, I don't own anything mentioned in this chapter

"What was your favorite day in the history of our relationship?" He asked, thinking he would catch her off-guard.

"That's easy." She said. "The first time I met the girls." She smiled at the memory. "You were being Daddy DuGray." She teased him with the nickname she had given him after that first time watching him with kids.

"God, I remember being mortified that whole day. I kept thinking that there was nothing sexy about babysitting." He said.

"It was the hottest thing you could have shown me." She said.

"I know that now…" He said, his smirk tickling her ear before he nibbled on it.

OOOOO

It was time. She couldn't put it off anymore. Rory had witnessed the protest on Tuesday, spent all of Wednesday writing her article, then spent Thursday in her hotel room pacing back and forth. Finally when Friday arrived, she realized she had to act or she was going to run out of time. She knocked on Tristan's front door, afraid of what his reaction was going to be to her unexpected arrival. When no one answered, she silently thanked God that he wasn't home and excused herself from his front porch.

"Rory?" She heard her name being called from the neighbor across the street. She waved her over and Rory sighed, knowing that she would have to go over now.

"Hi. Cora, right?" She said as she shielded her eyes from the bright spring sun.

"That's right, are you looking for Tristan?"

"I thought I would just say Hello since I'm in the neighborhood, but it's not that big of deal."

"Of course it is." She said with a grin. "He's inside. Come on." Rory nervously chewed on her lip as she debated on going in or not. "The boy likes you, make his day and come say hello." Cora said, pulling her inside after her.

"How do you know Tristan?" Rory asked, making small talk.

"Nate, my husband, and Tristan went to college together. He's like family to us." Rory smiled, thinking that it was nice that he had family when his own was so far away, both literally and figuratively. "He's babysitting our girls tonight while we go out. Feel free to stay as long as you want." She walked down the hall and smiled, motioning for Rory to quietly follow her. "Putting the girls down for their nap." She whispered before knocking. "Tris, I brought you some help for tonight. Have fun." Cora said with a wink and walked away. "Bye."

"Bye." Rory said softly before appearing in the doorway. What she saw surprised her. Tristan was holding an infant in his arms, a sight which, while unexpected, seemed pretty natural for him. He glanced up at the doorway and couldn't move at the sight of her standing there. They both stood silent, unsure of what to say.

"Hi." He said finally when it registered that he had been staring at her dumbly for quite some time.

"Hi." She smiled back. "I'm sorry, I didn't plan on coming over, but I was in town so I thought I would stop by and I was on my way to your house when Cora and Nate were leaving…" She said, hoping that explained her story enough.

"Uncle Tristan, sing me a song!" The small child to his right begged. "You promised."

"Okay, okay. What song?" He asked, realizing how hard it was to be cool in front of a girl you liked when you were surrounded by children.

"The Beatles!" She said. "That's my favorite." Rory smiled at the girl's taste in music. Tristan sighed.

"Again?" She nodded. "Okay." He turned to Rory and smiled. "If you want to wait in the living room, this shouldn't take too long." Rory shook her head.

"And miss the show? I love the Beatles." She could have sworn Tristan blushed, but the action was so uncharacteristic she wasn't sure. He set the baby down in her crib and turned his attention to the small girl who was anxiously awaiting his performance.

"Something in the way she moves," He started softly. "Attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woos me." Rory smiled at the song choice and watched as the little girl closed her eyes. "I don't want to leave her now, You know I believe in how." He glanced up at Rory and back down at the little girl. "Something in her smile she knows, That I don't need no other lover. Something in her style that shows me. I don't want to leave her now, You know I believe in how." All of a sudden, Rory realized the words were pretty applicable to their situation right now. "You're asking me will my love grow, I don't know, I don't know." He skipped to the end, knowing the girl was falling asleep quickly. "Something in the way she knows, and all I have to do is think of her. Something in the things she shows me. I don't want to leave her now. You know I believe and how." Noting that the girl was fully asleep now, Tristan slowly stood up and tiptoed to the door. He met Rory at the doorway.

"You're wonderful." She whispered as she kissed him on the cheek. "I didn't know you could sing."

"Well I'm not going to win a Grammy anytime soon." He said, brushing off her compliment as he shut the door to the nursery. He led her down the hall to the living room. "So what are you doing here?" He asked, the full weight of her presence only now filling his mind.

"Work, what else?" She smiled. "I figured if I was in town I should at least drop by and say Hello."

"Yes, you should." He said, sitting down on the couch next to her. "I haven't seen you in months, what's new?" He asked, trying not to think about the last time they were this close.

"Not a lot, unfortunately. What about you?" Tristan smiled.

"Between work and being over here, not a lot." He said, stealing her phrase with a smirk. Rory smiled. "I did miss you though." He said honestly.

"I missed you too." She said, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. "I wasn't sure if I should come. I figured you would have a girlfriend or someone." She asked more than stated. He finally shook his head, relieving her fears.

"I couldn't." He admitted. He smiled as he watched her exhale. Knowing that she hadn't wanted him to date other women was a relief to him as well. Despite all of her talk, he knew that she wanted to have a relationship with him.

"Me either. I tried once." She said. Tristan didn't want to hear that. "It didn't end well." She smiled to convey just how ridiculous it ended.

"This is more than we originally planned, isn't it?" Tristan sighed, not knowing what to say. Rory didn't say anything, simply glanced out the window. Her lack of answer was all that he needed.

"I think about that night a lot." She confessed.

"Me too." He muttered.

"What are we going to do?" She asked him quietly. At the sound of her sad voice, he reached out and ran a thumb over her cheek, trying to comfort her without actually answering the impossible question. His possessed body acted on its own accord, his brain shutting down. Rory relished the feeling of his hand on her neck and closed her eyes, wordlessly begging to be kissed. He kissed her softly, unsure of how much control he actually had over himself if things heated up. She sighed at the light contact and the way his tongue ran across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to his request and let his tongue explore, giving herself over to him completely.

God, she tasted like heaven. He let out a small groan of pleasure. There was something so gutturally physical about the attraction between the two of them. Her smell, her skin against his, the way she tasted when she came. All of these things flashed in Tristan's memory in perfect detail. He needed more of her, and he knew that no matter how much he obtained he would never get enough to satiate his hunger. He was broken from his thoughts by her small hands finding its way up his shirt and running across his back.

"Ror." He said, not knowing where he found the strength to pull away from her. She opened her lust-filled eyes and gazed up at him and he nearly came from the sight of her. "Kids." He panted, nodding towards their room. She covered her eyes with her small hand, knowing that she had forgotten all about them.

"God, I'm sorry." She said, embarrassed.

"Don't ever apologize for that." He said as he removed her hand, holding it in his own, and kissed her again. "We just have to keep it…" He swallowed, trying to restrain himself. "PG."

"How do we end up like this every time we are together?" She asked with a frustrated smile. "I want you to know that I'm not usually this easy."

"Me either." He said. She shot him a look of disbelief. "Not for a long time anyway."

"I don't know what happens, there's just something about you…" She said as she got lost in his eyes, as if trying to figure out what that something was.

"We'll figure it out." He said with a kiss to her temple. "Come on," He said as he got off of her and let her sit up. "I'm making my specialty for dinner tonight."

"What are we having?" She asked with a grin, knowing it was going to be something like Mac and Cheese.

"Chicken nuggets and apple sauce." He said with a smile. "Which I'll have you know, I've been told I make better than anyone else."

"I bet." She said with a giggle as he held her tickled her.

OOOOO

"Ava, do you want to say grace?" Tristan asked. She nodded and folded her hands, the rest of the table following her lead.

"Thank you God for this food, Mommy and Daddy, Abby, Uncle Tristan, and…" She paused and opened one eye. "What's her name?" She whispered to Tristan.

"Rory." He helped her, flashing a big smile towards Rory.

"And Rory. Amen."

"Amen." Tristan said, the smile still on his lips.

"Thank you, that was very nice of you Ava." Rory said.

"Yes it was." Tristan said as he grabbed the bowl of applesauce to feed Abigal.

"Do you live here?" Ava asked Rory.

"No, actually I don't. I live in Connecticut, where Tristan used to live before he came here."

"Where is that?" She asked.

"A long way away. I had to fly on an airplane to get here." Rory said, trying to think like a little kid. Ava's eyes bugged out.

"Rory and I went to high school together."

"I thought you went to school with Daddy?"

"I did, I went to college with him."

"That's a lot of school." Tristan nodded.

"Are you in preschool?" Rory asked. Ava nodded and hopped off her chair.

"Get back here, you're not done." Tristan said, trying in vain to keep the girl at the table.

"I did this." She said proudly as she pointed a piece of artwork out on the fridge.

"Cool. I was never good at art. I liked to read."

"Ava likes to read too." Tristan said. "Not as much as you…" He teased under his breath with a wink. Rory rolled her eyes at his comment but continued on her conversation.

"What's your favorite book?" Rory asked. "My favorite is Dr. Seuss."

"Dr. Seuss!" Ava said, realizing it was her favorite too. "Me too!"

"Do you want to read it after supper with me?" Rory asked, knowing that Tristan would have his hands full. She nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

OOOOO

When Cora and Nate got home, they entered the living room to find Tristan, with Ava asleep on his lap and the blue screen of the television signaling that they fell asleep during a movie. Not seeing the youngest, Nate picked his daughter up as Tristan woke up and pointed towards the nursery. There he found Rory cooing Abigal to sleep in her crib.

"She finally went back to sleep." Rory said without turning around, assuming that Tristan was behind her. She turned around and jumped a mile when it wasn't Tristan who was in the room with her. Covering her heart with her hand, she smiled.

"Daddy?" The sleepy girl woke up as he set her down in her bed.

"Yeah baby. We're home. Did you have fun with Tristan?"

"Rory gave us ice cream." She said. He turned to Rory and smiled as she walked out of the room, leaving Nate with his daughters.

"Hey," Tristan said to Cora who helped him out of the chair.

"Did she stay?" She whispered. Tristan nodded. "Is she going to stick around?" Tristan shrugged, the uncertainty in his face evident.

"Ready?" Rory asked as she saw him talking to Cora.

"Yeah," He grabbed his shoes and put them on in the entryway. She waved goodbye and stepped outside and just as Tristan was about to follow, he glanced back to say goodbye and Nate was giving him an approval nod.

"Dude." He said, giving him a thumbs up.

"Dude." Tristan replied back. "You're married." He whispered as he left. He met Rory on the sidewalk and she wrapped her hand in his, causing him to smile.

"You've got pillow lines on your face from the chair." She giggled as she ran a hand over his cheek. He groaned, realizing just how little he had done to impress her this evening. "It's cute." She comforted him.

"I'm sorry about tonight." He said. "I wish I had known you were coming."

"I loved tonight." She said honestly.

"Really?" He asked, the shock of that fact written all over his face. She nodded as he pulled out his key and opened his front door. He flipped on a light and she smiled, never having been in his place before.

"I've learned so much about you tonight." She said as she looked around. Her curious nature making him smile.

"Like what?" He asked.

"Like the fact that you could sing, and you are fantastic with kids. Who knew? And I know that it is female instinct or whatever, but the sight of you holding a baby was...I don't know." She couldn't find the words to describe it.

"Was what?" He asked, closing in on her. He wanted her to try.

"I've never been sure about whether or not I wanted kids, but in that moment, I wanted you more than I've ever wanted anyone." She admitted with a blush. "And not in a lustful way, but a purely animalistic kind of thing. I've never experienced anything like that before." He was looking at her like a predator about to pounce so she assumed that he knew what she was talking about.

"That's the hottest thing anyone has ever told me." His voice was rough, lowering out of sheer want.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." He said, licking his lips and rubbing his nose against hers.

"What are you going to do about it?" She asked, rubbing her hipbone against his, causing him to let out a small growl.

"First I'm going to take you in my bedroom." He said as he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights. "And then I'm going to take you places you've never been before." He whispered with a dirty smile, his filter finally disappearing after being on high-alert the entire night.

"What are you going to do to me?" She whispered, wanting to play. If he had been in his right mind, he would hardly believe that his little Mary was lying here before him, wanting him to talk dirty to her, but as it was, he was blinded by lust for this woman. He ripped her jeans off of her body, taking her panties with them and leaving her exposed. He slipped a finger into her deliciously wet center and felt himself get impossibly tighter. Stopping only to remove his restrictive clothes, she took the time to remove her shirt. Now, both naked and horny as hell, Tristan went back to his task.

"What do you want me to do to you Rory?" He asked back as he pumped a finger into her, causing her to moan. He added another finger, reveling in her warm wetness. "You want me to fuck you, don't you." He asked as he circled her clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure. "You've been thinking about me for months." He said. "Dreaming about me taking you hard and fast, haven't you?"

"Tristan, please." She begged.

"Tell me you've been dreaming about me." He asked her. She cried out, frustrated by his lack of movement within her. "Tell me what you want!" He said impatiently.

"I want you inside of me." She said, giving in to his command. He pulled his fingers out of her and thrust into her, finally giving her what she wanted. She was so warm, so silky tight that he almost lost his control as he entered her. Fighting to keep it together, he began thrusting into her, trying to get her to come before he did.

"Oh yes." She gasped as he hit his target, her small hands squeezing his ass, trying to help him. "Oh God." She moaned as she got close. The only sound in her ears was the banging of the headboard against the wall, the small squeak in the mattress as he fulfilled his promise of taking her places she had never experienced before. His movements were becoming almost frantic as he shoved her over the edge, falling in unison with her. They both panted, unable to control their breathing as they lay there, exhaustive bliss enveloping their bodies.

"We're totally fucked, aren't we?" Tristan said, his breathing still labored as he realized that any attempts to get over each other were futile.

"Totally." She panted as she stared at the ceiling, her right hand thrown carelessly above her head and her left clutching the sheet around her breast. They were both in way over their heads.