Tiskets, Taskets and Tristans | By : Darkly Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 9654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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** Part 6
Rory
was right about to say something to Tristan about having enjoyed the opera when
the waitress came bringing them water, ready to take their orders.
That was not
five minutes! Rory thought as she
scrambled to pick up her menu to hurriedly glance at the items.
“Two
burgers,” Tristan spoke catching Rory by surprise, “Medium, with everything on
them.”
Rory’s
dagger-shooting eyes did not go unnoticed by Tristan
who finished the order with a snap,
“A
root beer float and a diet coke.” letting the waitress make a hurried
escape. She had seen presumptuous
boyfriends overstep their boundaries before; it was obvious to her that the
brunette did not like someone ordering for her and the waitress wasn’t going to
stay for those fireworks. This one
looked like a firecracker!
“I
know!” Tristan admitted holding up his hands in surrender, “Bad Tristan… but
you looked like you were about to order a small salad with light dressing and I
know that is not what you eat.”
Rory’s
anger shifted to suspiciously curious, “How would you know what I eat?”
“I’ve
seen what you eat” Tristan couldn’t
help but smile at the indignant look in Rory’s eyes, “I did go to school with you”
“That
was years ago, a lot has changed since then”
“I
believe you, but not that” Tristan said it with such certainty that Rory was
almost pushed back on her seat. As she
looked at him fold his napkin over his lap she couldn’t deny that he was right
after all. She was also right from what
she could see though, much indeed had changed; she just couldn’t put her finger
on what exactly.
“I
don’t drink diet coke.” She tested hoping for the smallest of victories.
“It’s
for me.” Tristan said collected, though unable to control the corners of his
lips from twitching up when Rory quickly looked away in humiliated defeat, she loved root beer floats.
“I
did not bring you here because of their salads” Tristan continued his defense,
“They make the best burgers you have ever tasted.”
When
Rory’s eyes did not cease their suspicious squints he added in his most
sincere, “If I am wrong, I will let you smother me in my sleep… You can hold the pillow… I get to pick the
bed.”
Rory
laughed this time. It wasn’t a hearty
laugh but an embarrassed, breathless laugh that was more seen than heard. It was a beautiful laugh that lifted
Tristan’s spirits and made him forget what day of the week it was.
Tristan
couldn’t remember an evening where he had more fun that did not involve
sex. Rory was that engaging; those sapphire-blue eyes of hers were so full of
vivacity it was hard not to get lost inside them. On the matter of his favorite subject, it
wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about
sex with Rory, it was actually taking an incredible amount of self restraint
not to jump over the table and take her right there inside the restaurant… but
at this juncture of the evening it was far less than a possibility. Tristan smiled at the realization that he was
not bothered by that.
“What’s
so funny?” Rory asked him from across the table, her own lips mimicking his
subconsciously.
“Nothing…”
Tristan held up his hands, “a thought just popped into my head… completely
inappropriate… sorry.”
“Well
now you have to share!” Rory’s eyes
lit up, her mind racing… inappropriate
thoughts? About her
perhaps?
“I
was thinking… that I’m out of underwear.”
He lied. Rory could tell he had
lied, but that didn’t stop her from choking on her water mid-laugh.
“Are
you okay?” Tristan offered her a napkin trying to keep from laughing. Rory nodded taking the napkin from him to dab
at her very crimson face.
“When
do you go back?” she asked as soon as she was able to.
“Couple
of days” Tristan’s face grew somber at the thought of having to go back to
military school. The corners of his
mouth dropped a little and the color drained from his eyes. Rory decided all of a sudden that she didn’t
like to see him like that and thought quickly,
“Well,
if you can live with a tighter fit and a little floral print you can borrow
some of mine to hold you over?”
Tristan
laughed, which made her happy. When Rory
noticed him blush a little she wondered if perhaps he was imagining what her
underwear looked like. Rory then
surprised herself by thinking that she wouldn’t be too terribly embarrassed to
show him…
Tristan
leaned back a little looking on, signature smirk plastered all over that smug
face of his. As Rory looked up into his
eyes wondering just what he could possibly be so proud of, she thought she saw
something… it had always been there, but she never noticed it before. Her pulse quickened and a blush crawled into
her face and she had to look away before Tristan had a chance to recognize the
look mirrored in her eyes… The waitress came back then, and damn him,
damn his straight to hell and back if those weren’t the best smelling burgers
she had ever smelled. She could almost
hear him chuckle, but did not dare to look up.
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