Subj:[gilmoregirlsfanfiction] FF: Into The Night (4/?) 
Date:1/27/02 12:54:54 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:miss_wales@hotmail.com

Title: Into the Night
Author: Meghan (miss_wales@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13 to R
Spoilers: Season One; it’s now their junior year, but nothing of Season Two 
has happened.
Pairing: R/T
Starring: Rory and Tristan
Guest Starring: Lorelai and Paris
Special Appearances By: Luke and Coffee
Summary: Rory has a bad day that may take a turn for the worst. How will she 
recover?
Disclaimer: Damn, foiled again. All right I did it, me me me. I stole the 
characters. But I am making no money. I was just playing with them. Their 
are my marionettes. They do nothing without me knowing, so there has been no 
illegal activity on their part. No officer, he was born that way. Yes I 
agree it should be illegal to be that good looking. I promise I’ll return 
them, I was just borrowing them for the time being.
Warning: An abundance of sexual tension.
Feedback: It makes my ordinary day a holly jolly Christmas. Please send it.


Rory was not thrilled with his attitude. She began to make her way over to 
him, determined to accomplish what she had come here for. Something in her 
made her back away though. A nervous feeling mixed with something else. Rory 
continued to back up, right into a table. Her hands shot out to steady 
herself. Something wet slid around her
fingers.

She turned her head to see what she was touching.  Her steps had ended up 
backing her right into a beverage table. Every type of liquor available 
seemed to be on that table. Rory looked back over at Tristan. Anger seemed 
to radiate from him. A friend moved to talked to him, but Tristan merely 
brushed by and fled into another room.

Rory looked, down at the table. One more drink couldn’t hurt her.

END PT 3

Tristan pushed himself away from the wall in disgust. Normally at parties he 
would come alive. Not tonight. His thoughts were still on Rory and the 
comments she had made a day earlier. Out of the corner of his eye, a female 
figure caught his eye. He turned his head slowly, focusing on the person. 
Rory. She had backed herself into a table, the glasses on the top clinking 
together.

Tristan quickly pushed himself through the crowd attempting to make his way 
towards Rory. Every step he made forward didn’t last long as he was pushed 
back by the dancing group. Just as it seemed that he would make it to Rory, 
a friend of his dragged him out of the crowd. Tristan let himself be pulled 
along, but no after seeing Rory down a shot of
liquor.

From that instance on, the night seemed to move in slow motion. Tristan 
smiled at his friend Kevin as he paraded him around the house, pointing out 
new girls, and future conquests. Tristan went along with it, not wanting to 
be rude. This was the part of his life style that he hated. Having to 
pretend he was content to be the ever-popular rich play-boy.
Few knew that inside all he wanted was to be accepted for who he truly was, 
but who could do that, when he never showed the world his true self.

Tristan was finally able to slip away from his friend to spend a few minutes 
to himself just sitting in the main room, taking everything in. People 
watching was something he loved, but rarely got a chance to do. His deep 
blue eyes drifted from person to person, each movement they made imprinting 
itself in his brain.

It was in these moments that his eyes landed once again on Rory. All night 
his thoughts had been on her, like they normally were. There was something 
about this girl that drew him in. He knew she was beautiful when he first 
laid eyes on her. Then as he “got to know her” he found her beauty continued 
down to her soul. Even through all their sparring
engagements and down right insults, he never once could get over how 
beautiful she was. Inside and out.

There was something different about her tonight. She was mingling, Rory was 
actually immersing herself with the crowd. That was not normal for her, at 
least with the Chilton crowd. She was smiling. Rory rarely smiled at school, 
and never genuinely smiled when Tristan was around. Right now though, she 
wasn’t just smiling she was beaming. Her expression lit the room, and 
Tristan’s heart.

Tristan’s eyes once drawn to her, did not want to leave her figure. She was 
dancing in the crowd, surrounded by his classmates. She had no idea how 
attractive every male in school found her. She was the forbidden fruit, and 
just one hello from her received chorus of congratulations from their male 
counterparts. Now she was dancing among them. There
would be some gloating done tonight.

Tristan slumped back into the couch. Rory, no matter how good of a mood she 
was in, would never like him. To her, he was nothing but her tormentor and 
sometimes debate partner. That was all their relationship would ever be. 
Tristan’s eyes roamed her face. Something was different, or than the smile. 
He felt that something was wrong.

A thought dawned. The drink. Tristan recalled that earlier that night he had 
seen her down a shot. Memories of that night came whirling back. All 
throughout his escapes he recalled seeing Rory, always just a few feet away. 
But now, he remembered that everytime he saw her she had a different drink 
in her hand. Not a single one appeared to be without alcohol.

Tristan suddenly became quite fearful for Rory’s safety. His friends were 
like vultures when it came to women. They would lay and wait and then we 
they sensed that the victim was off guard they would strike with 
overwhelming force.

Rory was definitely at a weak moment now. Tristan knew that she had never 
been drunk before, it just wasn’t like her. He knew that he had to get her 
out of that crowd before something happened to her. She was just to perfect 
to be used like that.

Tristan knew that he had to move, but he felt tied to the sofa. What would 
happen when he went up to her? Would she yell at him for ruining her night? 
Would she ignore him? Would she follow him? And what, if he got her off the 
dance floor, would he do with her?

Tristan made up his mind, that even if in the end she hated him even more he 
had to get her away from his vulture-like friends. Before he could move 
though an arm pulled him up off the sofa. His eyes followed the slender 
fingers gripping his wrist, up a delicate white feminine arm, over a highly 
kissable neckline, before landing on a beautiful face. Rory’s face.

Tristan sucked in a breath when he saw her smiling at him. Her white teeth 
sparkled. Her eyes shone. She radiated happiness. She looked more beautiful 
know than he had ever seen her. Tristan felt his heart leap when she pulled 
him closer to tell him something.

“I’ve been looking for you all night. I need to tell you something.” Her 
angelic voice slid into his ear.

“OK.” The only words that would come out of his mouth.

“Not here... too loud... come with me.” Rory tugged on his wrist and pulled 
him across the room and up the stairs, leaving the pulsating crowd behind.

END PT 4

Subj:[gilmoregirlsfanfiction] FF: Into the Night (5/?) 
Date:2/13/02 11:23:22 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:miss_wales@hotmail.com


Tristan made up his mind, that even if in the end she hated him even more he 
had to get her away from his vulture-like friends. Before he could move 
though an arm pulled him up off the sofa. His eyes followed the slender 
fingers gripping his wrist, up a delicate white feminine arm, over a highly 
kissable neckline, before landing on a beautiful face. Rory’s face.

Tristan sucked in a breath when he saw her smiling at him. Her white teeth 
sparkled. Her eyes shone. She radiated happiness. She looked more beautiful 
know than he had ever seen her. Tristan felt his heart leap when she pulled 
him closer to tell him something.

“I’ve been looking for you all night. I need to tell you something.” Her 
angelic voice slid into his ear.

“OK.” The only words that would come out of his mouth.

“Not here... too loud... come with me.” Rory tugged on his wrist and pulled 
him across the room and up the stairs, leaving the pulsating crowd behind.

END PT 4

The scene seemed to play itself out in slow motion. Tristan could see 
everything, but his hearing seemed to be limited to only his breathing. He 
could see his friends smirking up at him, cheering him on silently. Tristan 
had no idea was was going on. Rory's little hand was gripping his tightly as 
she pulled him up the stairs.

Rory, for her part, was feeling rather giddy. She was surprised at the good 
time she was having. Who'd ever guess that she'd have fun at a Chilton 
party? Certainly not herself. Rory was quite happy with herself. After a few 
drinks, which she thought did not have an effect on her, she had gotten the 
confidence to talk to Tristan.

The pair ascended the final steps to the second floor. Rory gave Tristan's 
hand a tug and he stepped up beside her. Tristan saw her mouth open to 
speak, but she shut it again, and once again grabbed his hand. She pulled 
him a few more steps, into an empty room. Tristan noticed they were in a 
bedroom, but Rory was oblivious to the surroundings. All she knew was that 
it was quieter than downstairs, and she could finally talk to him.

"Tristan." Rory weaved back and forth a bit. Tristan grabbed her other hand 
to steady her.

"Yeah." His voice was soft and steady.

"I need to talk to you."

"Ok." Tristan smirked slightly at the innocent smile on Rory's angelic face. 
"What do you have to tell me?"

"Tristan... I want to apologize."

"You do?" Tristan was perplexed.

"Yes."

"For what?"

"I want to apologize..."

"We've already established that Rory." Rory pouted when Tristan interrupted 
her.

"Shut up and let me finish." Rory looked like she was about to throw a 
temper tantrum

"Sorry."

"Hey! That's my line... let me just get this out."

"Ok." Tristan said with a smirk. Rory pouted a bit more, her bottom lip 
edging further south.

"I wanted to say that I was sorry for the way I treated you on Friday. I 
didn't mean the things I said. Yes, I admit, that you can be a jerk, but 
you're still human... I think... and you did not deserve to be treated like 
that. So... I'm sorry." Rory hung her head and waited for Tristan to answer.

At this moment she noticed that her and Tristan's hands were intertwined, 
and that they were in very close proximity to one another. She was struck by 
how natural the position felt. Rory lifted her head and caught Tristan's 
eyes.

Something in her caught fire that very instant. Rory was not sure what it 
was, but she liked this new found feeling. As she stared deeply into the 
sappahire blue of Tristan's eyes she felt suddenly calm and comfortable. As 
if she had been doing this all her life.

Tristan, on his part, found it rather difficult to breath. Her he was, 
Rory's hands in his... and she wasn't pulling away. In fact it looked to him 
like she wanted more. Tristan was over come with emotion. Rory was the girl 
of his dreams, and now she was standing in front of him, opening herself to 
him.

The room seemed very hot all of the sudden. Rory had no idea what was about 
to happen, but it felt so right. She pulled her hand away from Tristan's 
only to let it come to rest on his chest. Rory felt his heart jump at the 
contact. She could feel his solid chest underneath the thin blue shirt and 
it radiated heat towards her.

Tristan closed his eyes and revealed in the sensation of Rory's touch. It 
was gentle and soft, yet strong and curious. He felt his breathing become 
shallow and irregular. He knew that this was wrong, Rory was drunk, but he 
was having a difficult time trying to tell himself to back off.

"R...R..Rory." Tristan's voice caught in his throat when Rory's finger found 
it's way into his shirt, pulling him closer yet.

"Tristan... open your eyes." Rory looked up at him expectantly. Tristan took 
a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. Rory was smiling at him. Her eyes 
darting from his lips, to his eyes, back down to his lips. Tristan knew what 
she was asking, he wanted to feel the same thing.

"This is so wrong." Tristan shook his head slightly.

"What is?" Rory asked while inching her head closer to his.

"This." Tristan said in one breath before swooping his head down and 
capturing her lips with his.

END PT 5

Subj:[gilmoregirlsfanfiction] FF: Into the Night (6/?) Warning: It's steamy! 
Date:2/23/02 2:01:47 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:miss_wales@hotmail.com


"R...R..Rory." Tristan's voice caught in his throat when Rory's finger found 
it's way into his shirt, pulling him closer yet.

"Tristan... open your eyes." Rory looked up at him expectantly. Tristan took 
a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. Rory was smiling at him. Her eyes 
darting from his lips, to his eyes, back down to his lips. Tristan knew what 
she was asking, he wanted to feel the same thing.

"This is so wrong." Tristan shook his head slightly.

"What is?" Rory asked while inching her head closer to his.

"This." Tristan said in one breath before swooping his head down and 
capturing her lips with his.

END PT 5

The sensation that ripped through Tristan’s body was unlike anything he had 
ever felt before. The thought of kissing Rory in a state like this was so 
wrong, yet the action felt so completely right.

Her lips moved against his in a perfect dance of motion. She was asking, no 
begging, for him to deepen the kiss. Tristan wanted to go forward so badly, 
but was afraid of what might happen if he let all of his inhibition go. 
Rory’s hands were swar ming all over his back, pulling him closer to her. 
His hands, however remained stationary, one on her lower back, the other, 
cradling her head. Tristan was losing control of his senses and any moment 
longer would be the point of no return.

He pulled himself away from her and attempted to back away a few steps, but 
Rory held him close. Her eyes bore into his. Tristan couldn’t pull himself 
away from her anymore. The bottom half of her swollen pink lips quivered 
with desire.

“Rory I....” Tristan’s resolve was fading fast.

“Please Tristan.” Rory nudged Tristan’s cheek with her own.

“Rory.. this is...” Rory nuzzled her lips against Tristan’s ear and kissed 
along his jaw line.

“Please.” That one simple request made his knees go weak. Rory’s eyes made 
contact with his for a brief moment before his lips once again descended 
upon hers. There was no holding back this time. Tristan had tasted her once 
and had become addicted.

The sweetness of the kiss had now morphed into fiery passion and reckless 
abandonment. His need ran deeply. Never in his life had he felt as alive as 
he did now. The same feeling held true for Rory as well. Even as intoxicated 
as she was on alcohol, she felt some part of
her empty heart become full. She was becoming dangerously drunk on the 
passion and emotion that Tristan was filling her with.

Rory’s body had a mind of its own as her feet slowly carried her, and 
Tristan, closer to the bed that was in the room. Tristan gave no sign that 
he was going to pull away from Rory now. Rory’s hands seemed to have a mind 
of their own as they slowly drifted down to the top of Tristan’s belt. Her 
fingers worked quickly as she pulled Tristan’s shirt away from the hem of 
his pants.

Tristan inhaled sharply when he felt the chilled air hit his skin, and felt 
his muscles twitch when Rory’s fingers caressed his bare skin. Rory’s lips 
smiled slightly as she leaned into kiss Tristan again, but she met empty 
air. Her brief sense of panic disappeared when she
felt Tristan’s warm lips upon her collarbone.

Rory moaned softly at the sensations traveling through her body. The sound 
just urged Tristan to move on. His kisses danced slowly, almost agonizingly 
so, up her neck. Tristan smirked as he looked Rory straight in the eye. She 
pouted at the delay between kisses. Tristan laughed quietly at the 
expression on her face. Rory glared at him before  wrapping his shirt in her 
fists and pulling his lips to hers.

Each time their lips met a new passion ensued. Not one part of their bodies 
was not touching the other person. The were as close as they could 
physically be without actually being inside the other person. Rory’s hand 
began to feveriously undo the buttons on Tristan’s shirt. When the last 
button was done, Rory found that her knees had backed up
against the edge of the bed.

Tristan had no idea where the were in the room. In an attempt to get closer 
to Rory he, he surged forward and actually found that she ended up falling 
backwards onto the bed. He crumpled right down on top of her. Rory saw his 
off balance position as an opening, she pushed the collar of his shirt off 
his shoulders and slowly pulled it down his arms until he was free of the 
garment.

Rory slowly backed herself up so that she was lying completely on the bed. 
Tristan merely crawled over her before settling his weight on top of her. 
Their lips met yet again. Rory’s hands dug into Tristan’s air, sending 
tingles down his spine. Tristan’s hands wandered slowly up and down Rory’s 
sides before settling on her hips.

Tristan’s lips moved once again along Rory’s collar bone. Her back arched 
towards his body at the contact. The movement caused Tristan to moan into 
her neck. Rory’s hands hand some how found their way to Tristan’s belt. Her 
fingers fumbled with the buckle.

Tristan kissed his way back up her neck, and settled on her mouth again. He 
brought one hand down to help her with his belt. His hand came in contact 
with his he began to expertly show her what to do but he suddenly pulled 
away.

The trance Tristan was in had been broken. He looked down at the beautiful 
girl before him and turned away in shame. What the hell had they almost 
done? Tristan scrambled off the bed and began to pace the room.

“Tristan? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this Rory.”

END PT 6