Tristan never thought that Rory would want to go to the Prom with him, let alone spend the rest of the evening with just him in her house. But when she asked him to stay with her, he wasn’t going to turn it down. No, he did not expect her to want to sleep with him, he wasn’t sure he would even if she did ask. He just wanted to spend as much time with her, that she would allow him too.
Rory led him into her house until they were sitting on the couch. They then continued the kissing, until they both were forced to pull apart for breath. He held her in a tight embrace, almost afraid that she would try running again from him. Their foreheads were resting against each other, and their noses would brush against each other.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“I mean tomorrow, I don’t want you to go back…”
Tristan silenced her with a light kiss on the lips. “Shh, we won’t talk about that. Why don’t you go change?” Tristan gave her a light push, and she reluctantly headed towards her room.
While Rory was changing, Tristan moved the coffee table, sofa, and chairs away from the center of the living room. Then he took as many pillows, cushions, and blankets from around the room and placed them on the floor. Making them a make shift bed for the evening. He thought of starting the fireplace, but after thinking about the type of mother Rory’s was he figured he would most likely start the house on fire if he tried it.
Rory stood in the entry way wearing shorts and tank. Her hair was still curly, but all the make-up was off her face. To him she never looked better. Tristan smiled at her, and though the lighting was bad he could still tell she was blushing. “You look beautiful.”
“Ugh, If you say so.”
“It’s more than saying it, it is more that I know you are beautiful.” Tristan smirked at while walking over and kissing her cheek.
“I think I have some of my dad’s sweat pants up stairs. I’ll go get it.” She went up stairs, found the pants, then motioned for him to go change in her room. He was grateful that he did not have to sleep in the tux.
When he joined her again in the living room, there were even more pillows and blankets on the floor. She blushed again when she saw that he was shirtless, but did not offer him a shirt of any sort. Rory turned off the light as Tristan laid down on the soft cushioning of the floor. She laid down, and he took her in his arms.
Tristan kissed her one more time, allowing her tongue entrance when she sought it. His hands roamed over her back and stomach, but never went anywhere he thought the would not be welcomed. Rory’s hands were running through his hair and along his back. Tristan pulled away from her kisses, not because he didn’t enjoy them, but he was afraid of going to far.
“Rory, thank you for going with me tonight.”
“Tristan I should be thanking you. I wouldn’t have even gone if you hadn’t shown up in my living room. And nothing can beat your kisses.”
“Then why did you run from them?”
“We’ve been over this. I was a game for you in the beginning, then their was Dean. Now we are different, more mature, I don’t have to worry about you trying to take advantage of me during the night.” Rory said this then kissed his face.
“If you keep doing that, I might start to think I that I have something to worry about while I sleep.” Tristan pulled her closer to him. “Goodnight Mary.”
“Goodnight Romeo.”
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“Good morning beautiful.” Tristan woke up at about seven and just watched his Mary sleep in his arms.
“What time is it?” Rory said while stretching as much as she could without leaving his embrace.
“About eight. Why don’t you try to get some more sleep while I make breakfast?”
“No, don’t get up yet. This is nice.” Rory said while snuggling deeper into his chest.
“Rory one of us as to get, other wise your mom is going to walk in and think we went a little to far last night.”
“Fine, but I’m getting up.” Tristan kissed her forehead and got up. Rory followed him into the kitchen. “We aren’t the most culinary type of people, so we never have much for food.” Rory started making coffee while Tristan started going through the refrigerator and freezer.
“I got some frozen waffles here, the look like new.” Tristan said while pulling the box out of the freezer.
“Luke must have left them, cause I know we never bought them before. We always go to Luke’s for breakfast.” Rory said this with a shrug and took the toaster out of the cupboard.
They ate breakfast in slow motion and in silence. Tristan knew that he would have to leave soon, and Rory well she was afraid to know how soon he would leave her. Rory was the first to take a shower, so then she could get ready for the day while Tristan took his. Rory wore a light blue sundress that was warm but still nice. Tristan was forced to put on his tux pants and shirt. He left the shirt unbuttoned revealing his under shirt. When he entered the kitchen he saw Rory sitting in her sundress drinking coffee with tears in her eyes.
“Rory what is wrong?” He asked as he pulled her up from the chair and into his arms.
“When do you have to go back.” He tried silencing her again but she moved away from him this time. “Answer me now, so I know how much time we have.”
Tristan looked down at her and wished more than anything that he did not have to tell her, that their time together would go on forever. “Tonight at midnight.”