Tristan and Rory stopped in the hotel restaurant on the way up to the Homecoming suite to order room service. The thought of food put a bounce in Rory's step, and she was smiling as they walked into the suite. "Did you see that cake? All those layers of chocolate? Maybe we should have ordered two pieces of it." He had his hand on her back, listening to her ramble. "It's all yours, Mary." She raised her eyebrow at him, "Are you sure? Because last time you said that, you ended up eating half of it. And then we ran out of time and couldn't get more." He pushed her into the main room of the suite, "It was my birthday. Silly me for taking a few bites of cake." Rory looked around the penthouse suite - of course, she thought, the Chilton crowd got the penthouse suite – before she responded, "That's why we should have ordered two pieces. We're never going to be that couple who shares a plate of food." He teased her, "Got it, Mary. No sharing food. I'll remember that when I catch you looking at my plate."

She leaned in to him and whispered, "Who the hell are all of these people? Do you know them?"

"Some of them."

"My mom would be happy with the quantity of people here."

Tristan laughed. And pointed to all the doors off the main room. "Lots of bedrooms, too."

"Okay, she'd be a little less happy with that part of it."

He pulled her closer to him. "We can't sleep here anyways, Mary. You're not going to be comfortable in this big of a crowd, and we're going to be in the spotlight, especially now, with people watching what we're doing. We'll hang out here for a while and then go back to my house. That work?"

She nodded. "I like your bed best anyways." He groaned.

They mingled and found themselves on the couch talking to people they did know. Rory was comfortable tucked into Tristan's side and enjoying the stories from the night. She laughed out loud when Louise congratulated Paris for finding a date that wasn't her cousin. And snorted when Paris, a little drunk and more than a little miffed that her date took off after the dance, told Louise to go fuck herself. Rory sprung up like a pogo stick when she heard someone yell "Dugrey - room service."

Madeline stared, "I've never seen her move that fast."

Tristan laughed, "Food gets her going," and shook his head when he saw her talking animatedly to the server as he pushed the cart towards the couch. He stood and reached for his wallet, "I'm guessing more cake will be arriving?" Rory nodded, as Tristan handed him more money. "Thanks, man." He looked at Rory, "What?" she asked and told him, "You know we weren't going to have enough cake. You'll take a bite, and then another one, and then, before we know it, we're out of cake."

She grabbed her plate and sat back on the couch, and he did the same. She inhaled her cheeseburger and fries, only half listening to the conversation around her. Duncan watched in semi-disgust, "Geez, Gilmore. When's the last time you ate?"

"I ate dinner before we left. Blue manicotti."

Tristan bit his lip trying not to laugh, failing. She elbowed him. "Finish up, Dugrey. We have cake to eat."

They watched on as the group got drunker and drunker. They did not drink, knowing they were leaving later. At one point, someone started a contest to see who could do the best Tristan and Rory as King and Queen on the dance floor. The reenactments were amped up versions of the real deal, with a lot of groping and wet kisses. Tristan and Rory loved it. And Paris, who loosened up considerably as she drank, was going to be mortified the next day when she realized she partnered with Bowman. Their portrayal was very dramatic and involved Bowman picking her up, leaning her against a column in the room, and kissing down her neck. Rory was laughing so hard she couldn't catch her breath. "Laugh now, Gilmore," Paris told her from her spot wrapped around Bowman. "You won't be laughing when you realize your Chilton legacy just went from being #1 in the class to being Homecoming Queen. You can thank your boy toy for that." Rory grinned, and Tristan flicked her off. Finally, after much prodding, Tristan and Rory stood up to reenact the dance as it really happened. They danced for a few seconds before Tristan brought his hand to her face and kissed her. He changed it up a little by dipping her, which the audience of drunks liked.

The crowd started pairing off around 2:00 a.m. Tristan and Rory quietly made their exit. Rory sent another message to the group text, telling their parents they were heading home to sleep at Tristan's.

Reaching his bedroom a few minutes later, she headed towards the bathroom to undo her hair and wash off her makeup. She'd packed a bag for the night, just in case they had stayed at the hotel, so she changed into the new pajamas her mom had given her for her birthday. Pale blue silk spaghetti strap top and short shorts - sexy in a cute kind of way. She emerged to find Tristan in bed leaning against the headboard and studied him, all golden and strong in his boxers. "Still looking hot, Dugrey," she told him as she walked towards him. He took his time looking her over. "Still looking beautiful, Mary," he told her. She reached his side of the bed and climbed up so she straddled his lap. His hands immediately came to rest lightly on her hips, letting her control the pace. "Tonight was a good night," she said as she leaned in to kiss him. He agreed, "I like any night I get to claim you." He worked to stay still as she ran her hands down his chest to his abs and used them to push herself back a little so she could reach the waistband of his boxers. "Yeah, I like that, too." She tugged on his boxers and backed up his legs as she pulled them down and off. "It's my turn to claim you though," she told him as she climbed back up to straddle him again, leaving just enough space between them so she could reach down and take hold of him. They both watched as she ran her hand down his length, Tristan's breathing uneven. She wrinkled her nose, looking at her hand on him and the edges of the eternity band. "This ring is amazing and spectacular, but it's going to shred your favorite part." She lifted her hand off him and pulled the band off. He took it from her and slid it on her left hand. She smiled at him, "Show me what to do?"

His hand covered hers, showing her how to move hers. How to tighten her grip. How to run her finger over the tip. She watched his eyelids get heavy, his head lean back against the headboard, his chest rise and fall. "Rory," he moaned. She sped up when his hips started pressing forward into her. She watched her hand glide over him again and again, mesmerized when he finally erupted, spewing all over his stomach, all over her hand.

Opening his eyes, he gently squeezed her hip. "You're awfully good at that, Mary."

She smiled at him, studying their predicament. "So we go wash this off?"

"Yeah," he said, lifting her off him and setting her on her feet on the side of the bed. "And we keep it away from key parts of you."

"I do know about biology, Dugrey," she told him, rolling her eyes. She washed her hands and was drying them when he announced he was going to hop in the shower to clean off. She bit her lip watching him walk in and turn the water on, watching him stand under the spray. Ever since they first swam together, she'd had a thing for wet Tristan. And now she was looking at wet naked Tristan. She watched his arms flex as he lathered up with soap and, when he smiled at her through the glass enclosure, she lost her internal battle. She wanted in there.

Before she could change her mind, she pulled her top off, keeping her eyes on his after it was over her head. His hand stilled.

He stared at her as she reached down to slide her pajama shorts down, leaving her naked in front of him. He watched her take a step towards the shower, her eyes huge with nerves. Smiling at her, he reached to open the door and reached for her. "You're perfect, Rory." And she was, all pale skin. To calm her, he kissed her until he felt her relax. When he felt her lean into him, he ran his soapy hands all over her and followed with his mouth as the water rinsed her off. She was so lost in him touching her, and her touching him, she gasped when he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around him. She arched into him when her back hit the cold tile on the wall and moaned when his mouth closed over her breast thrust into his face. "God, Tristan. More," she pleaded. He let her slide down his body before shutting the water off. He grabbed a towel, dried her off fast and quickly dried himself, before picking her back up and carrying her over to the counter. "We're moving onto the next thing, Mary."

Eyes heavy, she looked up at him. "Hmm?"

He pulled her closer to the edge of the counter and leaned her back, moving her hands so they were behind her for support, kissing down her neck and down her chest to her stomach and down further.

Dazed, she watched him kneel down on the floor and nudge her legs open. She felt his mouth on her. "Tristan!"

She arched back, using her hands to balance, and opened her legs wider when she felt his tongue. When she felt his mouth close over her, she arched back even further and half-screamed. Panting, she opened her eyes a minute later and looked at him. "Are you kidding me? What was that?!"

He laughed. "That, Mary, was oral sex."

She closed her eyes, blushing hard. "Was I too loud? Is your dad going to come down here?"

He leaned over her and kissed her fast before smirking. "Rory, I can one hundred percent guarantee you that my dad is not coming anywhere near this room tonight. No matter how much you scream."

She buried her face in her hands. "Oh God. How am I going to look him in the eye?"

He pulled her hands down and studied her before leaning over again to bite her lip gently. "It wasn't that loud. I promise."

She smiled at him. "So, oral sex, huh?"

He smirked. "Yeah. Like it?"

"Yes! But I can't believe that just happened. That's really…what's the word? Intimate? I mean your mouth, your tongue was …"

"On you. In you."

She hid her head in his shoulder. "I can't imagine letting anyone else do that. It takes a lot of trust."

"Mary," he said, waiting patiently for her to lift her face and look at him, "no one else is doing that to you, ever."