Author's Note: Okay, so I didn't like the way I left it and I had so many ideas floating around my head.. and no, that wasn't the scene I saw in my head... It didn't play out yet. So let's get there! :)
"Oh Mary..." His voice was sad and quite. He looked into her eyes, forgetting about the cold and kissed her like his life depended on it. "Maybe one day you'll trust me." He kissed her cheek and moved out of the doorway to start the fire. That was the last thing he said to her all day and night and he was gone again when she woke up the next morning leaving Rory confused and alone...
When Tristan came back that night it was later than the day before and she could tell just by looking at him that his mood was foul so she let him come in and brush his teeth and do his nightly routine if you could call it that. She slid into the sleeping bag and decided that it was time to show him how much she trusted him. She had all day to think about it and psych herself out and talk herself out of it but ultimately this is what she needed to do.
Tristan pulled up the sleeping bag just enough to slide in, not even so much as throwing a glance her way as she lay there on the floor. He slid in next to her and undid his parka, kicking off his socks and shoes and zipping their parkas up together when he felt his arm brush across her bare skin. Immediately his hand jerked away as if he'd been burned. And then she felt him hesitantly reach back out and touch her back again. There she was, shirtless laying there for him. For me. He thought and he was breathless by the thought. He was aching to touch her and feel her skin on his when he leaned up and shrugged out of his shirt. He felt her trembling against his skin and the thought that it could be from his touch was driving him nuts to say the least.
He kissed her bare shoulder and whispered a thank you into her shoulder and this time she didn't have to ask what for. She rolled over onto her side facing him and offered him a little smile. She gave him a soft kiss and tucked her head into his shoulder, closer than they'd been since they got stranded. As his arms came full circle around her slight frame he kissed her forehead and cheek, then moved to place another chaste kiss on her lips.
"Thank you." He said again, a little louder this time earning him a smile.
"I meant it." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she continued. "I'm happy it's you." He thought his heart would soar out of his chest at her words.
"I meant it too." She smiled but he continued. "Mary, I'll never leave your side for long, I couldn't stand it. I won't leave you alone here or anywhere else. You and I... we are in this together and I got your back even if you don't have mine." She started to open her mouth but he stopped her. "I think you do. This is a two way door we've opened. I'm all in here Rory." She smiled at the use of her real name and then sighed.
"I'm with you." He smiled at her simple answer.
"I've never been more happy to hear anything in my entire life." He kissed her again, keeping it chaste and traced the lines of her face again, over and over as if he might never see them again. Her eyes drifted closed while he hummed a song to her. They had been so long without music, nothing but the sound of their own voices and the wind to occupy them that he knew she was going a little crazy.
When Rory woke the next morning she was still wrapped in the safety and warmth of Tristan's arms and she sighed contentedly and snuggled in a little closer to him.
"Mmmm..." He kissed her forehead at the sign of her stirring. "Morning beautiful." She blushed under his gaze. They had yet to wake up wrapped up in each other like this, so intimately.
"Morning." She mumbled against his shoulder. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips then her cheek, forehead, and nose earning him a brilliant smile.
"I found something that I think might help." He whispered in her ear. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation. "I have to get up to get it though." He laughed when she started to pout. "It can wait." He pulled her in closer and breathed in her scent, kissing her hair.
"Tell me something." He cocked his head to the side at her request.
"Like what?" He felt her shoulders move up and down in a shrug against his chest.
"I don't know. Anything. Something no one else knows." He looked down at her a little and chuckled.
"Well, other than I would hide my vegetables in my napkin when I was younger... I'm jealous of you." Her head jerked up to look at him catching his chin with her forehead making them both laugh. Once they had recovered she scooted back a little to look at him.
"What? Why are you jealous of me?"
"Well for one your relationship with your mother should probably be studied." He started, making her chuckle. "Your life. How comfortable you are no matter who you're with because you're always you. The way you can lose yourself in a book or a good cup of coffee. The way that you are willing to fight for what you are passionate about and your loyalty..." He paused and looked at her and couldn't help but kiss her at the astounded look on her face. "It's just you Rory Gilmore." She smiled up at him. "Now it's your turn to tell me something."
"Like what?" He brushed his knuckles across her cheek bone.
"Why did you break up with Dean?" She furrowed her eyebrows at his question. She had expected something a bit more general, unfortunately for her. She took a deep breath and tried to think of the right words.
"He just..." She sighed. "I was..." She furrowed her eyebrows again. "I don't think I was in love with him." And then just like that as the words left her mouth she wanted to put them back in and cover it with her hand to stop that from happening until it hit her that they were true. She wasn't in love with Dean. He watched her reaction closely and she spoke and watched her epiphany cover her face. "There was a lot of issues between us that couldn't be resolved." He nodded in silence and touched her hair gently. "Now it's your turn." He smiled to her.
"I think I'm falling in love with you." Her eyes turned wide and he kicked himself as the words came tumbling out in the most intimate moment they'd shared fearing the worst.