Two Months Time

Chapter 5: Kissing her in the Rain

(Monday Morning, two weeks later)

"It's Pouring Tris." She turned from the cat window and shifted in her seat to face him. "We'll get drenched to the bone halfway to the doors."

"Not if we run from tree to tree." He pointed out just as lightning struck close by with thunder crashing only moments later.

"And end up dead." She laughed.

"What are the chances of that?" he laughed with her.

"I don't know."

"We have ten minutes until the bell rings."

"Maybe it would be more tolerable if we raced each other." She offered.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

They opened their doors and stuck their feet out. "Ready. Set. Go!" they bolted out of the car and ran up the front lawn of the school as quickly as they could. Which wasn't very fast in the mud.


He turned around Just in time to see her slipping on some mud not far behind him and stopped her fall just in time, only to slip on the mud himself, pulling Rory down on top of himself.

"Crap." She grumbled and rubbed her nose, which had slammed into his chest.

Tristan didn't say a word. His mouth had gone suddenly dry. He was acutely aware of the scent of strawberries in her dripping hair, of how her lush body was mashed against his. And her abrupt stillness told him she was just as aware of him as he was of her. He noticed that her pulse was tripping madly in the little hollow at the base of her throat, and he reached up to peel her off of him before he could do something totally stupid.

But somehow his hands, no longer under his control, slid right up her smooth, firm arms and eased up her slender throat to frame her face. His fingers tunneled into her tangled, damp hair and angled her lips to meet his.

Then, his heart thumping hard against his ribs, he rocked his lips over the soft, pliant curves of hers.

He wanted inside of those lips and with a sudden urgency he widened his mouth around Rory's, and then dragged it closed, drinking her in with a steady, demanding suction.

She made a sound deep in her throat, and her fingers untangled the shirt they gripped and slid to hold his head, her fingers behind his ears.

Her lips finally parted and Tristan plunged his tongue inside welcoming the taste of coffee that greeted him.

He heard a bell ring softly from behind him and instantly knew what it meant. He released his grip on her hair and pushed himself up from the ground, cursing under his breath he took her hand and quickly led the way into the school. "Five minutes" he took her to the locker rooms. "Do you have anything to change into?"

"No, I didn't take gym this year."

"Hold on a second." He looked around the room to make sure nobody else was around and pulled her further inside. "Take this." He tossed her a white button down shirt and then grabbed clothes for himself.

"Turn around would you?"

He smiled and nodded. "Sure." He quickly changed around the corner and returned.

She laughed, "Three minutes until we're late for class."

"I know." He shoved the drenched clothes into his locker and pulled Rory out the door and over to their lockers where they quickly collected their things and sprinted to first hour English.

Just as they sat down the minute bell rang and the teacher stood up from his desk. "Today we will be reading 'Romeo and Juliet' with a partner of your choice. It starts on the page three-seventeen in your books. I expect you all to try and get to about act three. We will go over it tomorrow."

Tristan automatically pulled Rory's desk to his and kissed her on the cheek. "We could have skipped class and gone out to breakfast you know. How many times have we read this thing anyway?"

"Too many to count." She giggled softly and turned to the correct page in the English book sitting between them. "And you?"

"About four time I think." He draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

"Then yes, I'm sure we could have skipped."

"Tristan and Rory, get to work!"

They both jumped and looked down as the book in front of them, trying not to laugh as the teacher left the room, most likely in search of coffee in the teachers lounge.

"Perhaps we can skip tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me."

He kissed her gently on the lips and pulled away just as the teacher came back into the room.

"Rory and Tristan, this is a classroom, not your bedroom."

Everybody in the room looked up to see them smiling at each other.

"Do you two need to be separated?"

They both shook their heads and before pulling apart Rory ran a hand through his hair, "I love you Tris." She whispered and watched his eyes widen.

The teacher moved towards them and Tristan halted her move by smiling politely and picking up on a random line in the book, Rory's eyes following along as her hand found his under the desks.

The bell rang and Tristan anxiously pulled Rory into the hallway and pushed her up against the locker his hands on either side of her head, he couldn't wait any longer to talk to her- to kiss her, "Were you being serious in their?"

"As serious as Emily Gilmore."

A smile appeared on his face, "So you weren't just saying that?"

"I would never do that." She traced his jaw with a finger. "I love you Tristan."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his forehead to hers, his lips only inches from hers. "Say it again."

"I love you."

"I love you too Rory." A wide grin stretched his lips; this was easily the greatest day of his life. He gently kissed her on the lips and when he pulled away Rory slid an arm around his waist.

"I wish we had our next class together." He said.

"So do I."

They stopped outside her classroom and she kissed him farewell. "See you in fifty minutes."

Tristan watched her amble into the room and the headed for his own class, that same smile playing across his lips.

A/N: Sorry, this one is a little bit of a filler, I hope you liked it all the same, and I'm once again, sorry for the long wait, I no longer have a computer so it's going to take me twice as long to get things updated.

Love you all bunches!
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