A Difficult Ending

Chapter 2: Dating

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(Think 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding')

"Thanks for taking me to that movie Tristan."

"You're welcome." He leaned

Towards her "Can I have a kiss goodnight?"

She nods.

"He kisses her lightly on the corner of her mouth before pulling away. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah all day."

"Ill be here at one then." He watched her get out of the car and when she was about half way to her door he pulled away from the curb.

(Two week later)

His strong mouth covered hers his tongue stroked her lips probing gently between them. She tasted the candy they had been eating earlier. His hands moved down the small of her back.

Suddenly he pulled away "I'll call you tomorrow."

She was breathing hard as he removed his himself from her side of the car; she let her arms fallaway from his shoulders.

"Why did you stop?"

"I have to have some kind of control over myself." He gripped the steering wheel his knuckled turning white.

She touched his shoulder lightly. "Come over tomorrow?""I can't say no to you."

"Be here at about five then." She traced a finger along his jaw before stepping out of the car, leaving him to himself and his thoughts.

She wanted to make Tristan relax, loosen up his self-control; she wanted to know the Real Tristan. The one that wasn't afraid to dare himself.

There was a knock at the door and she ran to answer it. "Hi," she moved out of the door and gestured inside. "get in here and out of the cold."

She watched him study her apartment before finally looking at her. He seemed to stair at her for what felt like forever and she self-consciously pulled on her shirt.

He was the first to break the silence. "It looks nice in here. This is exactly what I pictured your home to look like."

"Come on, I'll give you a tour." She took his hand and led him around her small apartment before making him sit on the couch. "We are going to play twenty or so questions."

He leaned back in the couch and folded his hands in his lap. "If you want to, then sure."

She turned to face him on the couch, her back to the armrest and her feat crossed underneath her. "You can go first if you like."

"You first."

She thought for a moment before speaking. " Why did you stop kissing me yesterday?"

He sighed, "I didn't want to scare you away." He paused. "Theoretically, if I were to ask you to marry me would you say yes?"

Her eyes widened at this but she answered, "Probably yes. I really feel like there is something between us I've never felt before. And it's a good something." She smiled. "How many girls have you dated since high school, not including me?"

His jaw ticked. "I haven't dated anyone."

"I don't believe you."

"I'll swear on the bible if you want me to." He ran a hand through his hair before looking back into her eyes. "I'll throw your question right back at you."

"Two. Jess and I dated for about a year and then I dated a guy named Logan in college. He asked me to marry him, and to go with him to his new job in another state." She paused to remember. "I said no. I wasn't ready to get married let alone leave my home. I haven't dated anyone since."

"I guess I'm lucky you said no."

"Yeah." She moved a stray strand of hair out of her face then asked her next question. "My next question is would you kiss me?"

"If you'd like." He leaned towards her but she stopped him.

"There is more to my question." She blushed. "Would you kiss me until I said to stop and no sooner?"

He faltered for a moment before speaking. "Sure." He pulled her closer to him until he was practically laying on top of her, his hands in her hair, he kissed her gently at first but she wouldn't have that.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, her tongue dueling with his.

He leaned his body into hers and she heard a low primal growl emerge from his throat.

She felt his hands move from her hair to her neck and she stopped to breathe.

He moved to pull away.

"I didn't say to stop." She breathed.

The look in his eyes was smoldering and she couldn't help but gasp.

"I can't do this."

"But you agreed." She whispered. "You're never going to lose me Tristan, I wouldn't leave unless you wanted me to." She played with his hair, "I regret that I was so oblivious to your feelings in high school."

"I know. It's just that, now that I have you I feel like I need to be careful, that if I make one wrong move I'll never see you again." He pulled all the way away from her and looked at the black television screen.

"Oh cut the bull Tris." She sat up herself and moved closer to him. "Look at me."

He did. "I know it's a little early to be saying this but I love you and I'm sick of not being able to make-out with you because your scared."

He blinked at her. "Is this our first fight?" he smirked.

"I'm being serious here."

He could tell she was, there was anger flashing in her eyes. "I know." He gripped her hand. "You said you love me."

"So?"

"I love you too." He looked down at their twined hands, "Maybe that was something I needed to here."

She smiled. "That was a really stupid first fight."

"It was mostly one sided too." He prodded her in the side with his elbow.

"Shush up and kiss me."

"Desperate?"

"No."

His grin grew wider and he puckered his lips at her. "I think you are."

"Alright, fine." She smiled then too. "I admit it okay."

"Yeah," he leaned in to kiss her but stopped short. "I love you Rory." It was a whisper of breath against her lips and she couldn't help but remove that bit of distance between them.

"Rory, what's going on? I haven't heard from you in ages. What if I had died or something?"

"Mom, you're not old."

"Well, I could have died from loss of daughter or something and you wouldn't have known. What's going on over there?"

Rory smiled to herself. "I ran into someone from high school."

"That's all you're going to tell me? I need more information."

"Do you remember Tristan?"

"UM yeah! That's the bible boy slash Brad Pitt slash tormentor you used to rant about. You hated him."

"I know. But now I'm kind of da-"

"You're dating him!" OH – MY – GOD!" Lorelai was practically screeching into the phone at this point. "For how long? I have to meet him again!"

"About two months now." Rory laughed.

"Is he still really hot? Because some people that were hot in high school get really ugly when they get older."

"I guess you will just have to wait and see. I invited him to the towns' Christmas festival."

"You picked a great year. "Taylor went all out on everything…seriously. He even managed to get Luke to decorate his store. With a little help from me aka 'the wifey'"

"Alright, I kind of have to finish this article so I will talk to you when I get over there. And yes, Tristan will be in tow."

"He's there isn't he."

"No, I won't see him until tomorrow."

"You are such a liar. I'll go easy on him though and say goodbye. "

"Bye mom." She turned off her phone and smiled up at Tristan. "I feel sorry for you."

He laughed.

"You are going to be the talk of the town when we get there." She ran a hand through his hair before sitting down at her desk. "But I was kind of serious when I told her that I have work to do." She flicked on the computer and looked up at him. "You can help yourself to my house and I will be done in maybe less than an hour. Promise."

"Alright. I'll leave you to it."

She watched his muscled back as he wandered away from her and into the kitchen, a slight smile on her face, before turning to the computer screen.

It seemed only moments later that she heard a crash in the kitchen. And it wasn't your ordinary crash either. It was the sound of a body crashing to the floor.

"Tristan?" she felt the adrenaline kick in.

Something was wrong.

"Tristan!" she bolted from the desk chair and ran to the kitchen.

A/N: I love leaving you guys to suffer. It's kind of fun. Let me know what you think!

Loves lots.

-Over and out-