Finding Rory

Chapter 15: Feels So Domestic

Rory and Tristan walked into a nearby grocery store and Tristan started laughing.

"Care to share with the class, Bible Boy?" Rory asked as she watched him laugh.

"It's just funny - it all feels so...domestic. You're staying at my house half the time, cooking together, grocery shopping together. I've never really done that before," he explained.

"Not even with Sarah?"

"No, we never lived together. Sure, there were rare times when we ran to the store together or cooked a meal, but it wasn't anywhere near often enough to be considered the norm."

"Ah, I see. Are you okay with me being at your house so often?" she asked quietly.

Tristan grabbed Rory and pulled her close to him.

"Better than okay," he whispered as he kissed her gently.

"Good, because if you ever need space..."

"I don't need space; I need you in my life," Tristan reassured her.

"I like being in your life," Rory replied with a grin.

Tristan grabbed a shopping cart and and pushed it in front of Rory, sandwiching her between the cart and his body and placing his hands over hers on the handle.

"Are we going to be one of those couples?" Rory asked with a laugh.

"We are if I have anything to say about it. I'd shout if from the rooftops that you're my girlfriend if I could."

"Hmm...that might get word back to your aunt and uncle, and neither of us want to deal with that right now," Rory frowned.

"No, we definitely don't," Tristan agreed quickly. "What sounds good for dinner tonight? We could grill steaks if that sounds okay to you."

"I never turn down a good steak," Rory agreed.

"Perfect. How about some asparagus and baked potatoes to go with? And then we can grab a frozen tiramisu for dessert."

"My god, the man does know how to make me happy," Rory teased.

"So that's good?" Tristan chuckled.

"That's perfect!"

"Okay, I also need to grab a few other things, so we'll hit all the aisles. I'm almost out of coffee."

"No!" Rory replied in mock outrage. "That's just not acceptable."

"Hey, I said almost, and I'm buying more today," Tristan said, shaking his head at her antics.

"It's a good thing, Bible Boy. You don't want to see a Gilmore girl without her coffee."

"I'm pretty sure I could distract you from the lack of coffee somehow," he teased. He took advantage of her hair being pulled up and leaned down and planted a kiss right behind her ear.

"You'd have to do better than that."

"Right here, Mare? I didn't know you had it in you," he leered jokingly.

"Not here!" she laughed. "You are crazy,"

"About you? Yes, I am," he agreed. "Now, let's finish our grocery shopping so we can go home."

Forty-five minutes later, they pulled back into Tristan's driveway and began to unload the groceries into the kitchen. Tristan had picked up bottled water, some wine, coffee, orange juice, fruit and some of Rory's favorite danishes in addition to what they needed for that night. Rory helped Tristan put away the groceries, them both stealing glances and touches as they passed in the kitchen.