Story summary: With Rory and Tristan every moment seems right. Could this be the night?

 

Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction based on the WB show Gilmore girls. NO money is made from it. I write for pleasure not for profit.

 

NT: RORY’S ROOM-NIGHT

 

Tristan and Rory having let temptation take hold have continued divesting themselves of their material barriers and are now fully naked underneath the covers of her bed. Their passion for each other is accelerated and on that verge of *out of control* that Tristan had formerly tried to warn her about. With all sensibility gone the two are hanging on that precipice between needing to become one. It’s the moment of truth…

 

With every inch of her skin alive and filled with wonder at Tristan’s touch and expertise it seems inevitable that tonight will be Rory’s entrance into the world of sex.

 

Suddenly the sound of Rory’s cell phone ringing penetrates the sensual haze that surrounds the two teens.

 

The sound of the ring seems ten times louder than it really is as it works to ignite Rory’s thoughts and quell her intenseness of the moment. Breaking away just a little from Tristan he quickly realizes she is moving away from the moment.

 

TRISTAN: No…please. Do not get that!

 

RORY: It could be my mom. (Tristan begins kissing the sensitive spot on her neck trying to start the brain scrambling process again) … but…I’m sure she’ll call back.

 

Fully moving back into the moment Rory moves her hands down along Tristan’s back in a slow sensual gesture that sends small shivers of pleasure through his body. 

 

TRISTAN: I’m giving you one last chance Rory…

 

The tone in Tristan’s voice momentarily stops Rory’s exploration as she gazes into his eyes, which are smoldering with a passion matched only by her own.

 

TRISTAN: (cont.) Are you *absolutely* sure that this is what you want?

 

For a split second the consequences of the venture she has embarked upon pass through her mind…but as far as she’s concerned the damage is done. For better or worse her mind is no longer the one in charge here. Passion and sensual, sexual feelings have invaded every one of her senses and she is not about to turn back from the promise of fulfillment.

 

RORY: Completely.

 

TRISTAN: You do not know how happy that makes me.

 

Having given her final consent Rory is brimming with pent up anticipation, ready to move forward when to her surprise Tristan starts to get off the bed.

 

RORY: I’m sorry. Did you miss the part where I said yes? Was that not clear?

 

TRISTAN: Oh believe me…crystal. But babe…if we are going to do this…there is a little matter we need to take care of.

 

RORY: There is?

 

TRISTAN: Protection?

 

 A little embarrassed Rory looks down shyly.

 

RORY: Right. Protection. Good call.

 

TRISTAN: I’ll be right back.

 

Tristan exits the bed as Rory peeks up through her eyelashes at him. He is the perfect specimen as far as she is concerned. Well defined torso, lean legs connected to a fabulous ass. A little surprised by the smuttiness of her thoughts she starts to blush, but it’s lost in the already crimson flush of her skin from Tristan’s earlier exploration of her body.

 

As Rory watches him walk across the room towards the pile of discarded clothes she is overwhelmed with the level of her desire for him.

 

TRISTAN: Where the hell are my pants?

 

Tristan continues to root through the hastily discarded pile of clothes on the floor of Rory’s room until he finds his jeans and reaches into the pocket and pulls out his wallet and the golden ticket to pleasure…a condom.

 

TRISTAN: Now…that’s what I’m talking about.

 

Tristan heads back to the bed opening the condom wrapper as he goes. Snuggling back under the covers he looks at Rory and offers her a confession.

 

TRISTAN: I can’t believe I’m nervous right now.

 

RORY: You are?

 

TRISTAN: This is a first for me too you know.

 

RORY: Nice try. Are you making fun of me?

 

TRISTAN: No…seriously. I mean yeah…I’ve done the sex thing. But this will be the first time I’ve been with someone I actually cared about.

 

RORY: I’ll try to be gentle.

 

TRISTAN: No…hey…don’t go holding back on my account.

 

Bringing Rory’s lips to his Tristan begins to slowly and seductively kiss her…warming back into the moment again. With the taste of her lips still on his he looks deep into her eyes…drilling into the depths of them with his…reaching for her soul.

 

TRISTAN: I do love you Rory.

 

There could not be a more perfect moment…

 

RORY: I love you too Tri…

 

But instead of the sound of his name all that fills Tristan’s ears is the sound of broken glass. The eyes of the two lovers both immediately turn toward the sound to see a bleeding fist being extracted from Rory’s bedroom window.

 

TRISTAN: What the…

 

Rory reaches over until she finds the switch on the light. As the light fills the room Rory can’t believe her eyes.  

 

RORY: Oh my God…Dean.

 

Immediately she reacts and gets out of bed taking the sheet with her and wrapping it around her.

 

Running to the window Rory pulls it up trying to avoid the shattered and ragged glass.

 

RORY: Dean?

 

Still standing by her window in a stunned state is Dean, he is holding on to his bleeding hand not yet comprehending what has happened to him.

 

RORY: You’re bleeding Dean. Come inside.

 

In a daze Dean looks up at Rory.

 

DEAN: I hurt my hand.

 

RORY: I know. Can you walk to the front and I’ll meet you at the door?

 

DEAN: I guess.

 

Sluggishly Dean begins to move towards the front door as Rory turns back around to face Tristan.

 

Tristan is standing by the bed wearing just a blanket.

 

TRISTAN: What are you doing?

 

RORY: He needs help. Maybe a doctor.

 

TRISTAN: More like a psychiatrist. The guy just shoved his fist through your window.

 

Tristan walks up to Rory and puts his hands on her hips.

 

RORY: I have to help him Tristan.

 

TRISTAN: How did I know you were going to say that?

 

Reaching over Tristan picks up Rory’s shirt and hands it to her.

 

INT: LIVING ROOM-NIGHT

 

Ethan is lying on top of Lane, the two are making out, wrapped up in the moment when the doorbell rings.

 

LANE: Did you hear that?

 

ETHAN: Yes.

 

He continues kissing Lane’s earlobe.

 

ETHAN: Ignore it.

 

LANE: I think it was the doorbell.

 

ETHAN: Yeah…I don’t care.

 

LANE: Shouldn’t we answer it?

 

ETHAN: It’s not my house.

 

LANE: Good point.

 

 The two go back to kissing as a now fully dressed Rory and Tristan exit her room to answer the door.

 

Opening the door Rory gets a glimpse at just how severe the bleeding from Dean’s hand and arm are. Concerned she helps him into the kitchen.

 

RORY: That’s really bad.

 

DEAN: It’s really red.

 

TRISTAN: Perfect…Rory he’s drunk.

 

DEAN: You’re an asshole.

 

RORY: Okay…let’s not fight here. Please?

 

DEAN: He started it.

 

TRISTAN: Me? How did I start it?

 

DEAN: You’re an asshole.

 

TRISTAN: Yeah…I think we’ve established that. But lets be honest here…your buddies Jim Beam and Jack Daniels had a hand in this fiasco.

 

RORY: Not helping.

 

Dean sticks his tongue out at Tristan in an “I told you so” gesture.

 

TRISTAN: Nice. Real mature.

 

Ethan and Lane walk into the kitchen

 

LANE: What’s going on?

 

TRISTAN:  Rory’s brain surgeon ex over here punched his fist through Rory’s window.

 

DEAN: She was going to have sex with you!

 

Both Lane and Ethan turn to Rory almost simultaneously.

 

LANE: What?

 

TRISTAN: He’s drunk.

 

DEAN: I may be drunk but I know…I know what I sees…saw…with my own two eyes. (lowering his voice) They were in bed…naked.

 

Blushing a crimson red Rory interrupts Dean’s rant.

 

RORY: We need to get you to the hospital.

 

DEAN: I can take care of myself.

 

Dean takes a step away from Rory and begins to stumble but Tristan catches him.

 

DEAN: Take your hands off me.

 

Dean pulls away from Tristan…succeeding only in landing on the floor.

 

RORY: (to Tristan) I need to take him to the hospital.

 

TRISTAN: Fine. But I’m going with you.

 

DEAN: I’m not going if he’s going

 

RORY: I can handle Dean.

 

TRISTAN: No way Rory. You are not getting in a car alone with him.

 

RORY: I’ll be fine.

 

LANE: Ethan can go with her. And I’ll go with you so you have someone with you who knows where the hospital is.

 

TRISTAN: Fine. Let’s get this over with.

 

RORY: Thank you.

 

EXT: STAR’S HOLLOW GAZEBO-NIGHT

 

Ben and Lorelai are sitting in the Gazebo alternately talking and kissing.

 

BEN: Are you getting cold?

 

LORELAI: Nothing a little body heat couldn’t cure.

 

Ben snuggles Lorelai a little closer to him and she turns and rewards him with a kiss.

 

BEN: Works for me.

 

LORELAI: Uh…God. I hate to say these next four words. But…we should probably go.

 

BEN: Yes…definite romance killers.

 

LORELAI: I’m really sorry. But…tomorrow is a busy day for me. And let’s also not forget the fact that my teenage daughter has been virtually un-chaperoned with her hottie boyfriend for hours now.

 

BEN: Enough said. This ride is headed home.

 

LORELAI: Thank you.

 

BEN: Don’t mention it.

 

Ben takes Lorelai’s hand and helps her up from the gazebo bench. Smiling she pulls herself up on tip-toe bringing his lips down to hers in a whisper light kiss.

 

LORELAI: What difference could a few more minutes make?

 

INT: HOSPITAL WAITNG ROOM-NIGHT

 

Ethan, Lane, Tristan and Rory are sitting in the waiting room when the emergency room doctor comes out.

 

DOCTOR SADE: Which one of you is Rory?

 

Rory gets up from her place beside Tristan and walks over to the doctor.

 

RORY: I’m Rory.

 

DOCTOR SADE: The patient is asking to speak to you.

 

Rory turns to look at Tristan.

 

TRISTAN: Go. It’s not like this night could get any worse.

 

Turning back Rory follows the doctor out of the room. Lane gets up from her seat next to Ethan and goes to take a seat next to Tristan.

 

LANE: So…how are you doing?

 

TRISTAN: Let’s just say…I’ve been better.

 

LANE: If it helps…and I hope it does because otherwise I’ve just opened a sore subject…Rory doesn’t have any feelings left for Dean.

 

TRISTAN: Unfortunately…Rory’s not the problem here. Dean is. And I think it’s a safe bet to say…he’s still hoping I’ll disappear.

 

INT: EMERGENCY ROOM-NIGHT

 

Rory walks in and sees Dean sitting on an examining table in the middle of the room. Hesitantly she walks up to him.

 

RORY: So how are you feeling?

 

DEAN: They gave me fifteen stitches in my arm and five in my hand. It hurt like hell.

 

RORY: I’m sorry.

 

DEAN: Don’t be. I did it to myself.

 

RORY:  Can I ask…what you were thinking?

 

DEAN: I don’t really want to explain myself. You and I both know it had to do with what was going on in that room. I snapped.

 

RORY: You shouldn’t have been outside my window.

 

DEAN: Don’t you think I know that?! Christ Rory…since the day we broke up I’ve been struggling with not seeing you, not being with you. Is that what you need to know?!

 

RORY: I’m sorry.

 

DEAN: No…stop! STOP feeling sorry me! It just makes this whole situation stink even worse. I’m not going to try and make you understand what a broken heart does to a person.

 

RORY: But…I thought you and Vicky were together. I thought you were moving on.

 

DEAN: Why? Because I slept with her?

 

RORY: I guess.

 

DEAN: I don’t know…maybe I was hoping that was the effect it would have. But it didn’t. I like Vicky…she’s definitely not you, and that’s a good thing. But the down side of that is…she’s definitely not you.

 

RORY: I want to help you Dean. But…I don’t know how.

 

DEAN: You want to help me?

 

RORY: Yes.

 

DEAN: Don’t sleep with him. Don’t give yourself blindly to Tristan. You’ve barely started dating him…are you really ready to take it to that level?

 

RORY: Dean…I know you don’t like him…and I am not trying to hurt you by saying this…but I do. And frankly I think we need to just leave it at that. If that’s the only thing I could do that would help you…then I’m sorry…I can’t help you.

 

DEAN: So that’s it? You’ve made your decision?

 

RORY: I’m not going to do this with you Dean. You are my friend and I value that.  But…you need to move on…and I need to go. I called your parents…they should be here any minute.

 

DEAN: You’re headed for a huge mistake Rory.

 

RORY: Goodnight Dean.

 

Without a backwards glance Rory walks out of Dean’s room and back into the waiting room. Tristan sees her and stands up…slowly they begin walking towards each other. When he reaches her he pulls her into his arms breathing in her scent and enjoying the feel of her in his arms…a part of him realizing…maybe Dean isn’t so mental…because the last thing he would want would be to have to let her go.

 

TRISTAN: So…how did it go?

 

RORY: I’m tired. Can we talk about it later?

 

TRISTAN: Sure.

 

Tristan kisses the top of Rory’s head then reaches down to take her hand in his as the foursome head towards the exit doors. With a slight pang Rory realizes that she has closed one chapter of her life… the chapter she shared with Dean.