Disclaimer: I don’t own Gilmore Girls; I just like to pretend I do, so I write stories and use the characters for my own entertainment.

Rating: PG-13, just to be safe

Time Period: Future Fic. No Spoilers.

A/N: Warning! This ficlet is extremely fluffy. I’m talking marshmallows, piles and piles of marshmallows here. And yes, this is also a one parter. I’m in the midst of my new story. It will be posted, eventually. I just need time. So for now, enjoy the fluff. Thanks to Heather for the beta.

Unfinished Business

Her alarm goes off at six in the morning, and she hits the snooze button, wondering why it’s set for such an ungodly hour in the first place. And in the back of her mind a thought is telling her that she should have got a fuzzy one, like her mother, so it would never work.

But she’s too tired to think, so she pulls the covers up around her and snuggles against them trying to sleep.

“Good morning sunshine.”

Rory groans as she opens her eyes to see her boyfriend, sitting on the side of her bed.

“What are you doing here? And why the hell did you set my alarm for six in the morning?”

There is laughter in his eyes.

“That’s no way to greet you boyfriend.”

“Well right now I think I’m reconsidering that agreement!”

“I’m hurt.”

He places a hand to his heart.

“And here I was bringing you coffee...”

He waves the beverage in her face, and she whimpers, reaching for it.

“Give it!”

He gets up, taking the coffee with him.

“Hey!”

“Get up, and then you can have the coffee.”

“But I want it now!”

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

And with that, he leaves her room.

Groaning, she emerges from her bed, and follows him into her kitchen. When she gets there he’s sitting at her breakfast table, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. He looks at her, and smirks.

“Why have you invaded my apartment?”

“Again, what kind of way to greet the man of your dreams is that?”

“A coffee deprived one! Now give it to me.”

She reaches for the jumbo sized mug on the counter, but he grabs it first, holding it above her head. She jumps for it. No use.

“What do you want now?”

“Kiss first.” He tells her.

She glares at him.

He repeats the demand. “Kiss first.”

She sighs dramatically. “Fine.”

Attempting to give him a quick kiss, she reaches up and slowly wraps her arms around his neck. Their lips connect and it quickly escalates. She pulls away breathless, leaving him wanting more.

“Now give me my coffee.”

“Dam it Gilmore, you’re driving me insane.”

His own smirk is reflected on her lips as she sips her coffee. “It’s part of my charm.”

“What charm?”

She sticks out her tongue.

“Mean.”

“And that’s part of my charm.”

“So why exactly did you drag me out of bed at six in the morning?”

“I did not drag you out of bed, you came willingly.”

“Yes, but only because you bribed me with coffee. It’s a Gilmore rule. If someone offers you coffee, do whatever they ask until you have it.”

“Whatever they ask, huh? I’ll have to remember that.”

“Mind out of the gutter, DuGrey.”

“Can’t help it when I’m with you, Gilmore.”

“You know...” She laughs. “In a sick twisted way, that was kind of sweet.”

“I’m glad. Now come on. Get dressed; we’re going on a road trip.”

She glares at him. “You dragged me out of bed at six to go on a road trip! The roads will still be there at eleven!”

He shrugs. “I wanted to get an early start.”

“You know, you’re really lucky I love you.”

“Believe me. I know.”

“Again, with the sweetness. Enough already!”

“Connecticut.”

“Tristan!” Rory exclaims. “I did not have to get up six to go to Connecticut.”

He lowers his voice to a whisper.

“I was trying to throw you off.”

“Funny! Really funny. You’ve got a great sense of humor Tristan!”

“So I’ve been told.”

“But why are we going to Stars Hollow? We were just there last week.”

“We’re not going to Stars Hollow.”

“Then where are we going?”

“Hartford.”

“I swear to God Tristan if this is your way of tricking me into lunch with your mother—“

“Relax, we’re not going near my parent’s house.”

She settles down, slightly. “I’m not liking this whole mysterious thing.”

“Well that’s your problem, now isn’t it?”

She sighs dramatically. “This better be worth it.”

“Tris?”

“Yes?”

“We’re at Chilton.”

“How very observant.”

“What are we doing here?”

“I have some unfinished business to take care of.”

“Tristan.” She warns.

“Don’t worry about it Mary.”

”But its Saturday and June. Chilton isn’t even open on Saturdays in June.”

He dangles a pair of keys in front of her face.

She gasps. “Where did you get those?”

“Grandfather plays golf with the Headmaster.”

“I still don’t get what we’re doing here.”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“I stand by my earlier comment. I am not liking this mysterious thing.”

“And I stand by mine.”

“Which was what again?”

“That’s your problem.”

“Jerk.”

“Love you too.”

They enter the building, and walk through the halls, reaching a particular classroom.

“Hey! This was where our English class was.”

“Yep.”

“I still don’t get it.”

He advances towards her, moving forward.

“Rory, do you realize that not once did I ever get to kiss you in this hallway.”

She steps back.

“Oh.”

“I have to kiss you in this hallway.”

They continue moving backward.

“Why’s that?”

“Because. This started as a high school romance. It’s only fair that I get to lay my claim on you in that same high school.”

“Lay your claim? How romantic.”

“I’m serious.”

She’s leaning against a locker now; he’s leering over her.

“T—Tristan.” She stutters.

It amazes her that he can still make her go weak at the knees.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Mary.” He whispers huskily.

She barely has time to nod her head in approval as he places a strong arm around her waist, and weaves the other into her hair.

They pull away.

He smirks.

“Have I told you that I love you lately?”

He shrugs. “Well it’s been mentioned.”

“Well I do.”

”Me too.”

He places a soft kiss on her lips.

“Business finished?” She questions.

He nods.

“Good, because now I have some business of my own to tend to.” She smiles, pulling him into a kiss.

11/07- A/N- I’m going through all my old stuff, proofreading and correcting, and formatting and whatnot. So if you notice any changes, that’s why.