Disclaimer: I just take the show and twist it for my own personal amusement. It doesn't actually belong to me.

A/N: Hey guys! Sry it took me soooo long to update this. School has been kicking my ass lately! OMG, these teachers are slave-drivers. I don't know how long it will be until the next chapter comes out, but I'll try!

Thanx: To my beta, Katherine (rosie 4299) she helps me get the inspiration I need to write! Thanks, dear! Remember to read her stories (especially Kiss Me At Midnight which is dedicated to me lol ;) And of course to my loyal reviewers ;) y'all are amazing!

Rating: R (This is where the R stuff starts!)

Chapter 6: Heartbeats and a Fantasy

The two of them sat down on the kitchen floor for a 'traditional' Chinese meal. Rory made an unsuccessful attempt to grab a piece of orange chicken with her chopsticks, so she tried again. That slippery piece of chicken somehow managed to avoid her chopsticks, so she finally just stabbed it. Tristan busted out laughing as he expertly used his utensils.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was never properly taught to use them!"

"Don't feel bad. My father has several clients that are from China, so I've gotten good at using them," Tristan chuckled.

Again, Rory sighed at hearing the deep sultry laugh leave his mouth. It was just... lovely and made her heart melt every time she heard it. By the time they were both full, over half of the food they had ordered was gone. Tristan was stunned to see how much Rory could eat. Here she was, a very skinny girl and she probably ate more than he did! If she didn't beat him, they at least tied. Tristan stood up, but Rory didn't join him.

"Ooooh," she groaned. "I'm too full to move."

Tristan laughed as she sprawled out on the floor and put her hand on her stomach. He rolled his eyes at her antics and proceeded to stare at her. She looked so cute in his clothes. His boxers were sagging, slightly, which gave him a peek at the top band of her lacy pink panties. His mouth went dry as he looked at the incredibly sexy young woman that probably didn't even know how desirable she really was. That made him want her even more.

"Okay, I'm better now," Rory said, sitting up and grinning at her boyfriend. "Leftover Chinese food is great. The flavor sinks in over night and makes it taste even better than the first day."

Rory began to grab the food and put it away as she spoke. When everything was put away, she grabbed his hand and began to pull him up the stairs. He figured she wanted to watch some more movies, so he didn't resist her tugging his sleeve. As soon as they got back to the media room, Rory grabbed 'Bed of Roses' and put it into the DVD player. Soon it began to play, and Tristan was surprised that he actually liked it. Sure it wasn't his usual type of movie, but it was actually pretty good.

He loved to watch Rory, though. She sat on the floor and watched with extreme interest. He knew she had probably seen this movie a countless amount of times, but it looked like she still didn't know how it was going to end. When they broke up,Rory looked so sad that Tristan had to restrain himself from kissing her. A silly grin came on her face just as the credits began to roll.

"I love that movie," Rory sighed.

"Yeah, it was okay, but the best part was watching you."

Rory turned a slight shade of pink and Tristan grinned, leaning forward to kiss her. It was a gentle kiss that only lasted for a moment. As they pulled away, Rory yawned.

"Was the kiss that boring?" Tristan teased.

"No, I'm just sleepy," Rory replied with another yawn.

They decided to turn in early since they had woken up so early in the morning. Rory wanted to use Tristan's bathroom since her stuff was already in it, so they both brushed their teeth beside each other at the double vanity. Rory felt a little strange getting ready for bed with a guy glancing at her every couple of minutes. Well, not just any guy... he was her boyfriend.

She guessed the reason it felt weird was probably because she'd never lived with a man of any kind. Rory was used to being with her mother, only. That's the way it had always been. She missed her mom, but the words that Lorelai had spoken to her so harshly that morning still stung. When Tristan and Rory were both ready for bed, they gave each other a goodnight kiss and Rory walked into the room that joined Tristan's. She climbed into the large queen-sized bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

At about three in the morning, Rory was awakened by a loud crash outside. She sat straight up in bed and listened, but she didn't hear anything. Telling herself it was all in her dreams, Rory settled back down into the strange bed and closed her eyes. No sooner had her eyelids fluttered shut, did the noise return. This time it was louder. Rory now was sure the sound was not her imagination and she felt a little scared. She berated herself for acting like a little girl, and made a promise that she wouldn't wake Tristan up. Just as she decided to try to go back to sleep, she heard a crack of thunder and rain began to pour from the sky. The night just kept getting better.

Tristan woke in the middle of the night with a start. He inwardly groaned when he realized that the noise he heard was the garage door. It had been broken a couple of days before, and no one had been by to fix it, yet. Wait... the garage door! That meant someone had to be home. Tristan listened, and heard the footsteps of his father echoing through the mansion. That was one thing about living in a cold, big house. You could hear anything and everything. On a few occasions, he really wished he couldn't.

Rory was sitting straight up in bed. Someone was in the house! A maid? No, Tristan didn't have any live-in maids. His parents? Well, they're out of town... separately. A burglar? That had to be it! This was a very expensive home. If someone knew that there weren't any adults here, well then they could break in. All right, that did it. Rory was going into Tristan's room. There was no way in hell she was going to get murdered by some idiotic burglar.

"Tristan!" Rory hissed as she entered his room.

"Yeah?" he asked.

His answer startled her because she didn't realize that he was even awake. Well that, and the fact that she could still hear the steps of the intruder below. She snuck up to Tristan's bed and looked into his eyes. When Rory got close enough for him to see her form clearly, he saw fear in her startling blue eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I heard a noise, and then I heard it again. I tried to ignore it, but I hear someone downstairs! Tristan, I think there's a burglar."

"Well if it is, that burglar has expensive taste. Those shoes are Italian leather."

"What? How could you possibly know that?"

"Because I've woken up to hearing my father get in a thousand times. Trust me, those shoes are Italian leather. And they belong to Parker DuGrey."

He could see relief in his girlfriend's eyes, but she still looked a little uneasy. He scooted over, and Rory climbed into his bed with him. It made her heart jump to be this close to him, but she had really been scared. She could feel his breath on her ear, and she snuggled closer to his warm body. Rory put her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. There was something about just feeling it thumping in his chest that made her more at ease.

Tristan felt her sigh in contempt and began stroking her hair. It was so soft and silky. He ran his fingers through it easily and loved how long it was. He smirked when she snuggled closer to him, squeezing his torso a little harder. This was what he had been waiting for, from the first day when he approached her and called her Mary. No matter what happened, she'd always be his Mary.

"This is nice," Rory sighed into his chest.

"What is?" Tristan asked her, even though he knew exactly what she meant.

"You know. This. Being here with you. Listening to you heart beating, just looking at you. It's nice."

Tristan's boxers immediately restricted as he looked down at this angelic beauty. His mind went on autopilot as he leaned forward and kissed her.

Tristan desperately tried to get the passion level back up to what it had been earlier in the evening. The footsteps had long since faded, leaving just the sounds of their clothes being removed from their bodies. Tristan found Rory's chest again and picked up their game right where he had left off. He suckled on her nipples until Rory gasped for air at the sensations he was evoking in her.

While his tongue swirled around her twin peaks, his hands slid down her milky white stomach to his boxers, which were already halfway down. He eased them the rest of the way off and teased the crotch of her panties. Tristan felt her start to squirm as he rubbed the layer separating his fingers from her vaginal lips.

He heard her gasp for air when he hit her clitoris. It was already becoming engorged, and he loved the effect he was having on her. He wanted nothing more than to drive his penis into her and make her scream his name. Tristan knew better, though, so instead he waited until her undies were soaked through. When they were wet enough, he stopped rubbing her, and moved his hands back up to her breasts. He loved hearing her moaning for him to continue what he had previously been doing.

Rory squirmed to help him when he finally pulled her adorable pink, lacey panties down. Her legs instinctively parted to allow his busy fingers to touch her without any barriers. He stroked her lips, and she panted his name. When Tristan finally reached her clit, she screamed out loud. He continued to massage her intimate area, until he felt her start to tremble. Realizing she was more than ready, he stuck his middle finger into her slippery wetness. She let out a half sigh, and half moan. When Tristan began to move his finger inside of her, he listened to the noises she was making and watched as her hips began to learn what to do.

He hit her G spot over and over again. Sometimes on the in stroke, and sometimes on the out stroke. Finally he put almost constant pressure there. He could tell Rory was so close to an orgasm that she could practically taste it. Finally, Tristan inserted his index finger inside of her, too, and Rory's orgasm tore through her body. She writhed and moaned enough to make Tristan almost cum...

"Tristan!" Rory hissed for the fourth time, and finally knocked him out of his thoughts.

"Huh, what? Yeah," he stuttered, and tried to calm his racing heart down. Well, that wasn't the only thing he needed to calm down.

"You were spaced out," Rory told him.

"Oh, I guess I was for a minute there."

"What were you thinking about?" she asked him, innocently.

Fingering you until you couldn't remember anything but my name, Tristan thought.

"Uh, things we can do tomorrow."

"Oh, okay," Rory said with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Honestly, she thought he had been thinking about her. She didn't dwell on it, though. Instead, she leaned her head against his chest and listened to his heart. She was confused as to why it was beating so fast, but she didn't think much about it as sleep overtook her. While she drifted off to sleep, Tristan was left in quite a conundrum. He desperately needed some release, but if he got up to jerk himself off, he would wake Rory up and then she'd know what he was doing. The night was definitely going to be a long one!

An hour after Rory fell asleep, Tristan was still awake and having a terrible time focusing on anything else beside his... condition. It was impossible to calm himself down, because here he had a gorgeous woman in his bed touching his body. He just about died when her hand moved over his member while she was still asleep. Finally, Tristan thanked whatever higher power allowed Rory to roll off of him and curl up on the other side of the bed. Tristan took the opportunity and snuck into his bathroom. Quietly, he shut and locked the bathroom door behind him and pulled his boxers down. Closing his eyes, he tried to get back into his previous thoughts...

Rory's orgasm had finally subsided, so Tristan was on top of her body kissing her all over her face, neck, and chest. He loved being on top of her, feeling her skin against his skin. It was erotic. His penis was throbbing, and he could hardly wait another second to be inside of her. He slowly parted her legs with his hand and pressed his hardness against her soft core. She shook her head, no, though. Tristan quickly pulled away and looked into her eyes.

Grinning, Rory rolled Tristan over next to her, and pulled the sheet and blankets off of them. She looked at his dick for a long time, then she reached her hand out and touched him lightly. She circled the head of his penis and then dipped down to the shaft. She slowly teased him, and Tristan moaned her name as she began to grab hold of him.

He was beginning to break a sweat as his imagination let him feel Rory's hand on him. In reality, it was his own hand, but he couldn't help but pretend it was actually hers. He stifled a groan as he came, and sighed as his penis finally relaxed. He cleaned himself off as quietly as he could and then returned to bed. Tristan climbed into the bed next to Rory and closed his eyes.

On the other side of the bed, Rory stared at the wall with her eyes wide open. She wasn't exactly sure what had just happened, but she heard Tristan in the bathroom panting and moaning her name. Rory knew sleep was out the window for her, now.

A/N: Okay, there you have it! I'm thinking about skipping ahead to Monday in the next chapter. Tell me if you'd rather me continue with the next morning. Please review!