Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls…I wish I owned the characters but I don't sadly
Summary: Rory and Tristan get naughty in the Headmaster's Office. This is a One-Shot
Timeline: Season 2 after the infamous kiss at the party. The discussion about the kiss never happened.
Special Note-I am so sorry that it took so long to get the last chapter up. Unfortunately this was the only chapter I couldn't get a beta to look at but the rest of the story has been read by my beta.
Thanks again for reading my story!
Rory sighed at her desk, twirling her pencil in her hand as she continuously glanced over at Tristan.
It was now Monday and Rory hadn't talked to Tristan since the incident.
Quickly glancing at the clock she noted that there was only thirty minutes of class left and she hadn't even gotten past the first page of her Chemistry Test.
She inwardly smiled noting the concentration on Tristan's face as he turned to the last page of the exam. His brow was furrowed forward and ever so often he'd rub his chin in confusion trying to figure the problem out in his head
She wondered how he was doing
It was true they supposedly were supposed to be studying during the weekend but Tristan had his persuasions that no woman could deny. Whenever she wanted to get down to business all Tristan had to do was kiss her on her sensitive areas like behind her ear and she was putty in his hand
That was why she had to talk to him
No guy has ever made her feel the way Tristan has. He was the one guy that truly tended to her ever need and desire
And not just physically
Tristan had a way of making her feel safe. All he had to do was just look at her and it was like his stare was a protective shield that instantly went up around her. Those piercing blue eyes told a story saying that she was his and if someone tried to mess with her there was going to be hell to pay
Dean had never been able to make her feel that…
That was why she needed to make him understand…
Make him see…
She was nothing without him…
Suddenly the blare of the school bell brought her out of her thoughts. She looked around the room as people got up and handed in their test. Glancing over at Tristan's desk she saw he had already gotten up and left.
Quickly packing her things so she could catch him she groaned when she picked up her test. She was so deep in her thoughts she hadn't finished it. However, no matter how much this would have bothered her before…right now she just didn't care.
Handing in her test she made her way out into the hall and spotted Tristan walking down towards the cafeteria. Biting her lip she made her way over when she spotted Paris going on yet another rant and Brad looking like he was about to faint
"I just don't understand why they can't give people more time on tests." Rory sighed, glancing down the hall then back at Paris wondering what she should do.
She knew how bad Paris could get and she slightly felt bad for Brad.
"Gilmore, what do you think you got on the test," Paris asked, as Rory approached with a apprehensive smile
"I don't know," she stated, tugging her hair behind her ear, "The test didn't seem to hard so I think I did okay."
That was all that was running through her head as she watched Paris switch books
She was a Liar
"I still think the administrators are making it hard on purpose. I mean forty minutes is hardly enough time do complete a five page Chemistry Test," Paris fumed, throwing her backpack on before slamming her locker, "It's just not fair."
What was fair anymore?
"I'm sure you did alright Paris," Rory consoled, as they started to walk down the hall. Rory looked to her side and noted that Brad had miraculously slipped away without notice.
Grateful when Paris turned to go towards the cafeteria hoping she would find Tristan, she bit her lip as Paris kept going on and on about…
Wait... did Paris just say something about cheese?
She really was losing her mind
"…and I also think that…"
Those were the images that came to mind at the sight before her
Summer was pressed up against the locker, her hair sloppily falling into her face as Tristan's hands caressed her cheeks, making her moan in pleasure when he thrusted his hips forward, rubbing his cock against her center
A lump formed in her throat as she bit back tears, making sure to take a deep breath so Paris wouldn't see her reaction
"Great and their back with their public display of affection," Paris groaned, rolling her eyes.
"And here I thought those two broke up," Louise added, as she approached them, a smile forming on her lips at the sight. "Damn, if only I was the lucky girl that Tristan was making moan
"Why today of all days," Paris asked, "I mean why of all days does those two have to be glued in front of our lockers. I thought the lack of making out meant they wwnt somewhere private and wham the day of the most important test ever they are back to sucking tongues, making me want to puke
"Your just jealous," Louise laughed
"I'm not jealous…just overly annoyed," Paris retorted
"Right," Louise laughed
"This is a place of education not someone's bedroom. This is highly inappropriate for a place of high stature," Paris rambled, her emotions growing higher every moment. "I'm sure Rory will agree with me…right Rory?"
That was all Rory was experiencing
She knew that people were talking around her but all she heard was the sound of her own heartbeat growing louder at ever thrust, ever moan, and ever smile as they kissed passionately…
The way he kissed her…
"Gilmore," Paris said, waving her hand in front of her face, "So are you as traumatized as I am by this hideous display."
Rory shook her head simply smiling not trusting her voice as they walked up to their lockers.
"Uh, excuse me…" Paris said, raising her eyebrows at them
"Hey, Romeo and Juliet can you guys please take this somewhere else?" Paris asked, tapping Tristan on his shoulder hoping to get his attention.
Tristan pulled back with a pleased smile, interlocking his fingers with Summer's as he turned to Paris, ready for a comeback when he saw her
Rory Gilmore was tugging on her backpack strings with her head down slightly, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall. He didn't think anyone else noticed but he did…
He paid attention to everything when it came to Rory Gilmore
He watched as Rory shifted her weight from one foot to the other and knew she only did that when she was extremely uncomfortable
He didn't want to hurt her but she had betrayed him. After the night he caught her making out with Bagboy he wrote Rory off like she was nothing. He had been hurt too many times in his life…
Whether it were his Parents…
He swore to himself he would never let anyone get close to him again.
That all went out the window when he had tasted Rory for the first time. He knew from that point on he could no longer keep her away
She was an addiction
She became his
However at the end, she ended up hurting him like just like everyone else. So doing the most logical thing he could think of he went back to old ways. He found Summer, ready and willing, and no matter how bad it sounded it felt good being in her arms
Summer wasn't complicated
They made each other feel good with no strings attached
Summer was something he was used to. It felt good coming back to something familiar and when he made her moan he thought he had gotten Rory out of his system for good.
That was until now…
"What?" Tristan asked, acting oblivious
"You are in front of our lockers and I need to get to class," Paris annoyingly announced, tapping her foot on the ground. "So can you please just move long enough for me to grab my books and then you can go back to whatever it was you were doing."
"You know you should really think about counseling with that temper of yours Paris," Summer chimed in, licking her lips as she pulled Tristan down the hall only to push him up against the wall, sticking her tongue back down his throat
That did it
Without so much of a word Rory turned to leave, fast pacing down the hall, forcing herself not to glance at Summer running her hands through his hair pulling him closer, moaning when he touched her skin
This wasn't happening
This couldn't be happening
Two days ago everything was perfect and now it was just falling apart and she was helpless to stop it.
With a tear falling down her cheek she knew the one place that would make her feel comfortable was the library. Without thinking she jogged, holding onto her bag as she shook.
Rory stopped turning quick to see who it was, wiping her cheeks seeing that it was Headmaster Charleston
"Miss Gilmore" he began again, putting his hands in his pocket, "Are you alright," he asked with concern, noting her grief
"Headmaster," she sniffled adjusting her bag, "Yes I'm fine."
He looked her over
"Are you sure…you look distraught."
Rory smiled, putting on a performance. "Is there something you wanted Headmaster?" Rory asked, not in the mood to talk to people She knew she was coming off a bit rude but she was afraid she was going to break down at any moment
The Headmaster nodded noting her reaction. "Yes, well I just wanted to speak to you about the Chemistry Tests."
"Yes well, your teacher came by my office today with your grade as well as Mr. DuGrey so if it isn't too much trouble I would like you to come down during your free period so we can discuss your grades."
Rory inwardly groaned. She didn't think she would be able to handle seeing Tristan let alone talk to him.
"Yes sir, I will be there."
With that he turned to leave. Rory sighed as she made her way to the library.
This was not going to end well
Walking down the hall Rory's emotions was running high. Upon arriving at the Headmasters door Rory took a deep breath praying that Tristan hadn't arrived yet. She was also secretly hoping that Tristan wouldn't show up at all so she wouldn't have to face him
However, another part of her dreaded the fact of him not showing up because there was a great chance that Tristan was off with Summer somewhere doing god knows what.
Closing her eyes she turned the doorknob, peeking her head inside. She exhaled at the sight of Headmaster Charleston with what she assumed was their test papers in front of him and the top of blond messed up looking hair peeking from the top.
"Ah miss Gilmore…Mr. DuGrey and I were just going over his test," he began, motioning his hand to the chair. "Please join us."
Rory felt Tristan's eyes follow her as she sat down but refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her
"As I said I have been going over your test papers and Miss Gilmore I must say that I am thoroughly disappointed."
Tristan's eyes widened in shock straightening in his seat a bit, "Headmaster I thought you just said that I aced the test."
"Yes, that is correct; however Miss Gilmore here didn't even make it past the first page. She has left this exam almost completely blank."
Pondering his words Tristan wanted to turn to Rory and slap some sense into her. Why didn't she finish the exam? Did she know it was half of their grade?
He hated the fact that she had been stressing this test all weekend and here he finds out she hadn't even made it past the first page
"I must say that I am disappointed and I must ask why…" The Headmaster trailed off as the intercom went off. He sighed, putting the tests down before hitting the red blinking button, putting the phone to his ear. "Headmaster here…yes I…not again…yes I will be right there."
The Headmaster put the phone down and glanced at the student's. "I am afraid I must part for a moment. I shall be back shortly." With that the Headmaster stood, giving the students one more glance over before leaving, leaving Tristan and Rory to their thoughts.
The silence was so great that you could hear the birds chirping outside in the sunny sky and you could hear echo's throughout the hall as doors opened and closed
Tristan glanced over at Rory as he slouched. Her head was down staring at her crossed hands that lay in her lap.
Tristan closed his eyes trying not to care. Trying not care that she didn't finish the test even when he knew she knew the material backward and forwards and trying not to care as she licked her lips, and looking at her eyes trying not to care that they were saddest he had ever seen.
The fact was he did care
…and he cursed himself for it
"Rory," Tristan began, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.
"Tristan...can you please just…don't"
She looked so sad…so broken
"Why didn't you finish the exam Rory?" He demanded, refusing to give up.
"Tristan…" her voice was laced with plead wishing he would just leave her alone
What exactly did Tristan expect from her? Did he think it was alright for him to just leave her and shove Summer in her face and then suddenly talk like they were best friends. She just didn't understand
"Rory you know this material better than I do and…" he trailed off, laughing exasperated as he stood, reaching for her exam. He turned with the exam in his hand and sat on the edge of the desk in front of her, his knees barely touching hers.
"And what Tristan," Rory slightly yelled, standing up waving her arms up not believing the nerve he had. "Why exactly are you doing this?"
"This!" She yelled, waving her arms between them. "Why are sitting there acting like you care."
Tristan sighed. "It's because I do care Rory okay…I know you are better than this and I want to know why you didn't finish the exam."
Rory shifted her weight crossing her arms in front of her. "It doesn't matter," she said looking down at the ground.
"The hell it doesn't!" Tristan slammed her exam on the table and approached her causing her to take a step back. "What is going on with you?"
Rory's eyes widened feeling thoroughly exasperated. What nerve! Where the hell has he been for the past two days?
"You're kidding me right," she laughed. "Weren't you the one that broke up me and not 10 minutes ago having your tongue down Summers throat."
"What I do with Summer shouldn't effect your schoolwork. You more than anyone should know whatever happens in our personal lives shouldn't leak into your schoolwork. This test is half of our grade."
"I just didn't care okay."
"Tristan," she whispered, not completely sure she wanted say what she wanted to say
That is what she felt whenever he looked at her no matter what was happening between them. She should be angry and furious but all she wanted was for him to take her on the desk and tell her that he loved her…
Just as much as she loved him
"Tristan," she began again.
"What is it Rory because I really just don't understand…"
"I love you, you idiot." She blurted out, her chest rising and falling fast, her eyes looking over him at a fast motioned pace, her stomach in a million knots anticipating his reaction
Did she really just say that?
Did she just confess to Tristan DuGrey that she loved him?
Yes she did…and it felt good
"I didn't finish the exam because instead of caring if I failed it or not all I could think about was you."
There was no turning back now
"I didn't finish it because I knew that it was over between us and knowing that I just…I didn't care anymore." Rory took a deep breath as her tear ducks opened releasing a day full of tears.
"I just don't care anymore because without you I'm nothing…and I know that I must sound crazy and clingy and all of the above but I love you…"
Tristan only could just stand there and stare
"I love you even after seeing you with Summer, I love you even after you were an ass and didn't give me the chance to explain that when Dean kissed me I felt nothing and all I could do was compare it to your kisses."
"No, you have to hear this." Rory sniffed, a weekend full of pent up emotions flowing out of her. "I love you even after all the hurt and anguish you put me through because that is what people do when they are in love. They forgive and forget because they know they can't go on living without that person. They know no matter what the other person does if you truly love them you forgive because Tristan…I truly and deeply love you."
Tristan blinked once
This was for real
Rory Gilmore was actually standing in front of him professing her love for him. How could he have been so blind? For a moment he didn't believe her, that this was all some sort of pity speech but as he watched her bite her lip, as he watched her body shake and her eyes full of worry that he might reject her he knew…She loved him as much as he loved her.
He smiled taking a small step forward, then another until he was so close you wouldn't be able to put another hand between them
Rory held her breath at the warmth of his hand upon her silky flesh, a tingle going down her spine at contact. She then felt his other hand rise until he was cupping her, his breath short like hers
"No one has ever told me they loved me before and meant it," he said, his voice low as he licked his lips
No one has ever told Tristan that they loved him
God knows she tried not to love him but this was Tristan DuGrey…
Lowering his head he paused a moment, inches from her lips dying to kiss her but stopped almost as if he was asking permission.
He got his answer as she closed the gap capturing his lips with her, her hand going to the back of his neck. Rory moaned feeling his tongue caress her lips ordering her to part them. Rory sighed as he opened her mouth and felt his tongue plunder into hers.
After a couple of minutes of feeling, tasting, breathing each other in, Tristan pulled away making Rory furrow her eyebrows in confusion.
"I love you too," Tristan whispered, burrowing his neck into hers. "I love you too."
Rory felt chocked up holding him not really comprehending what was happening. All she knew was that Tristan was in her arms and for the first time Rory truly felt…loved.
"Let's get out of here," Rory whispered
Tristan raised his head, narrowing his eyes.
"But what about…"
"It doesn't matter," Rory said, "I just want you to hold me."
Tristan smiled, cupping her by the ass letting her wrap her petite legs around him. Instead of waiting for the Headmaster they left, going straight to Tristan's house where they laid on his bed just holding each other
It wasn't about sex anymore
They were giving each other something they have never really experienced before…
They were used to the passion, and the desire, and the need to touch, and suck and feel, but at this very moment they gave each other something neither of them really experienced. Something they both needed…
They loved each other and that was the greatest gift of all.