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Chapter 4: Let's Play Shock the Maid

Rory quickly finished getting dressed and walked out of the bathroom. She glanced around the empty bedroom and wondered where Tristan had gone. She shrugged to herself and picked up the book she had been reading and settled in to wait for his return. That's exactly how Tristan found her. She was sitting on his bed reading a book, now fully dressed except for her shoes. He smiled at her and put his hand over the page she was reading. Her head snapped up and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him smiling at her. He really was very good looking. Well there's the understatement of the century, she thought.

"I leave you alone for one minute, and you've already begun entertaining yourself."

Rory grinned, "I just can't help it. I feel drawn to books."

Tristan smiled at her and grabbed the book. Rory started thinking about how fast this all had happened. It didn't feel fast to her, though. Less than 24 hours ago, she didn't even talk to Tristan, but now she was on his bed. It seemed surreal to her, but somewhere in the back of her mind whenever she pictured herself with him, it was always a whirlwind beginning. Her favorite fantasy was where they were both broken up with their respective others, and they found themselves on a piano bench. Rory fantasized about having him kiss her right there on the bench, in the middle of the party.

She didn't know why she felt the need to dream about him, but she always had. Even though he was annoying, she still had a thing for him. Whenever he walked down the hall with his flavor of the week, she wanted to attack the girl and claw her eyes out. Rory tried to date Dean and get her mind off Tristan, but it was impossible. She couldn't be happier about how things had turned out, except that she was fighting with her mom.

Tristan watched her go from happy and grinning, to thoughtful, and then to sad. Sometimes, he wished he could get pulled into her head and listen to her thoughts. Then, he'd know exactly how she felt and what she wanted from him. He'd never had a serious girlfriend in his entire 16 years. It was just flings and casual sex. Nothing serious. No strings attached. It got lonely sometimes, but the second he saw Rory Gilmore he felt intrigued by her. That intrigue turned into a crush and that crush turned into a desire to know more and more about her. He still had a thirst for knowledge... knowledge about her!

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"Yeah. I just hate it when we fight."

"Oh, well I hate when we fight, too," Tristan teased, trying to lighten the situation.

He earned himself a smile, but she continued. "I meant my mom and me! God, I wish she'd just believe me! How could she think I would just go off and sleep with some random guy?"

"You wound me, Mary. I had no idea I was just some random guy to you."

"Haha. You know what I mean. We know each other, but not that well. And, she should know me better," Rory sighed.

"Well, she's probably just scared. She sees that you're growing up and needing her less and less. Now she thinks you took this big step and left her behind. Plus, she was probably terrified when you weren't there."

"Yeah, you're probably right, but I'm not ready to apologize to her... yet."

"Understandable, but you should probably call her just to let her know that you're okay."

"That's probably a good idea."

She picked up her cell phone to call her mother, and Tristan slipped off the bed and out of the room. He'd heard enough girl talk for the rest of the week; he knew what they were going to do today. Get to know each other. Rory said they didn't know each other that well, so they were going to take the rest of the day to talk and be together.

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"Tristan," Rory called after she got off the phone.

"Hey, come downstairs!" Tristan yelled.

"But Tristan, I'm sleepy!"

"No way are you falling asleep! Get your pretty ass down here!"

"How do you know my ass is pretty?" Rory called back, then immediately regretted it.

"Well I would, Miss Gilmore, but someone wouldn't drop their towel! Now get down here."

Rory blushed and slowly made her way downstairs. Once she was there, she followed the sounds of things being open and closed, and then found herself in the kitchen. Tristan was busy making snack foods for her. She grinned and picked up a bite-sized-pizza.

"I thought you would be hungry. So, how did it go with your mom?"

"Oh, the shoulder she gave me was so cold, I'm freezing even here."

"That bad?"

"No, it wasn't bad. It was very formal. She actually reminded me of my grandmother. Never tell her I said that, though, because she isn't Emily's biggest fan."

"So, what's the deal with that?"

"Well, my mom was very rebellious as a teenager, hence my existence. When she got pregnant, it was this huge thing. My grandfather said that she had to marry my dad, and my dad said okay, but my mother refused. She had me, and then a year later she left Hartford. She left my grandparents a note saying she couldn't handle living there anymore and moved to Stars Hollow."

"Whoa. But what did she do, take their money or something?"

"No. She got a job at the Independence Inn and worked as a maid," Rory didn't like saying the next part of the story, but she decided that if they were going to have any kind of future he'd have to know. "We lived in a tool shed for a couple of years, until my mom got enough money to rent a house."

Tristan was speechless. He always assumed Rory had come from money, so she grown up with money. He thought it was weird that she lived in a normal house, but he had no idea what she had been through. He figured it would be his turn next, but right now he wanted to find out the rest of the story.

"So, what happened with your mom and grandparents?"

"Well, Mom called them sometimes, and we saw each other on holidays and stuff. Not very much contact at all."

"Well, what about now? Why was your grandmother there?"

"Chilton cost too much money for my mom, so she asked my grandparents to help out. The condition for that is Friday night dinners, indefinitely."

"And your dad? Where is he?"

"Uh, California right now. I saw him at Christmas and he was doing well. I don't get to see him much, though."

"Wow, and I thought my family was weird."

"What about your family?"

"Well, let's see. My dad is a senior partner in his law firm. He's been cheating on my mom for at least ten years, probably longer. My mother is completely oblivious because she's always too drunk to realize that he's been screwing his secretary."

"Oh my God."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not close to my parents at all, but my grandfather is great. We talk all the time, and he's really cool."

"My grandpa knows him, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, that's what he said at your birthday party, anyway."

Rory groaned, "I was trying to suppress that awful night from my memory."

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," Tristan said, trying to comfort her.

"Oh yes it was! My grandmother invited our entire class, and I didn't know half the people there!"

"Okay, it was pretty bad," Tristan finally agreed.

Rory smacked him on the arm, and he laughed even harder. Tristan watched as Rory took her plate to the sink and began washing it. He could tell it was just instinct for her to do that by the way she just kept talking as she did it. The fact that she was washing the dishes showed how special she really was. There were maids on every floor, but she didn't even think about it. He decided to help her out and started to smile.

"What are you grinning about?" Rory asked him.

"You."

"Why?"

"Because you're washing the dishes."

"So?"

"So, we have five maids in this house!"

"Oh! I'm sorry, it's just a habit."

"No, I think it's cute."

Rory smiled and took another plate and began to wash it, as well. He thought she was cute. Right now she was on cloud nine as she finished cleaning the kitchen. In the background, a maid stared at them with her mouth dropped. Tristan DuGrey was actually washing the dishes. Whoever this girl was, she was definitely having some sort of effect on him. She hoped that girl would hang around for a while.

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Some time later, the two of them sat in Tristan's car. He didn't know how it happened, but somehow the topic of movies came up and she somehow found out that he had never seen 'Pippi Longstocking,' so they were now on their way to the video store to get it. This girl never quit! She was adamant about molding him to like her music and her movies. He guessed it was her mother's influence, but there was no way in hell he would ever tell her that.

"Okay, so you have seen 'Hardbody,' right?"

"If I say yes, will you believe me?" Tristan asked her.

"Uh, no!" Rory exclaimed as she grabbed the movie off the shelf.

After 45 minutes, they were back in the car with a stack of the 'essential' movies that he had to see. The titles he could remember were '16 Candles,' and 'Bed of Roses.' He could tell 'Bed of Roses' was a very girlie movie, just by the title. As long as Rory was with him, he could sit through any movie. At least, he hoped he could.

"Wait, do you have any junk food?"

"What do you mean by junk food?"

"Oh you know, popcorn, twizlers, skittles, those little sugary gum drops..."

"Uh, no. Why?"

Rory sighed, "You, my friend, are an amateur movie watcher. Those items are a must have."

Tristan was smiling to himself as Rory ran through the candy aisle at a grocery store and loaded their basket with candy. Some of them, he hadn't even heard of! He had no idea how she stayed this thin. He watched her already eat a huge breakfast and a big lunch. Now, she was loading them with candy. Something told him that she did this all the time.

"Okay now, we're set!" Rory said as they drove back to his house.

Once they went inside, they both rummaged through cabinets and filled them with tons of candy. Some of them had candy, some had popcorn, and some had a mix of stuff. Rory then told him that they had to get into their pajamas to really get into the mode. After she said it, she realized that she didn't even have any pajamas! Tristan realized this, too, and decided it was time for him to take charge.

"Okay, you can wear some of mine. They may not fit you, though."

"Oh, uh, okay," Rory stammered as she followed him upstairs.

They each had their arms full of candy and movies. Tristan led her into his media room, and they set everything up. Then, they went into his room and Tristan pulled out a pair of boxers for her, and a T-shirt. She blushed lightly and took them, saying a quick thanks and then disappearing into the bathroom. She got undressed and quickly put the clothing on. The boxers were pretty big on her, so she held them up with one hand and walked out of the bathroom. Tristan was already in his boxers and "wife beater." Rory's breath caught in her throat when she saw him.

His strong arms that were usually hidden by the Chilton jackets, were very tanned and very cut. Her eyes scanned down the shirt that hugged his torso like a second skin. She could see his nipples through his shirt and for a split second she wished he wasn't wearing anything. She could make out every hill of his abs all the way down to his boxer line. Her breath got more labored when she glanced down even lower. The bulge enticed her and gave her memories of the morning when he dropped his towel and showed her... well, pretty much everything. She had memorized that certain part of his anatomy the second she saw it. All she wanted was a closer view.

Tristan could tell she was checking him out, and that was definitely a turn on for him. He stood still and let her get her fill before taking a step towards her. He saw her jump when he moved, but her eyes didn't leave his body. He slowly walked closer towards her, and before she knew it his arms had wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards him for a delicious kiss. Her pants forgotten, she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, until he was flushed against her. As his tongue licked and sucked every part of her mouth, she felt something peculiar happen. Her nipples seemed to tighten, as if it were cold in the room, but she felt hotter than she ever had.

Tristan felt her rubbing her chest against him and moaning into his mouth. That surprised him more than anything! Rory was getting turned on! She was getting horny kissing him. Tristan knew she was a virgin. He could tell by the way she reacted to certain things he did, but his body was aching to be touched. His mind overruled his body, though, and he pulled away from her. Rory's head was still foggy, but she looked into his eyes and smiled. Tristan's eyes gazed over her form, and she let out a shiver.

"Uh, Mary. I think you lost something."

"What?" she asked him quietly.

"Your pants."

A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter! I wanted to really give some history about the two of them, so they could really get to know each other. I'm loving the reviews, please keep them coming!!!