❝NO CIGARETTES, JUST CAKE❞
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter forty-nine,
Gilmore Girls — Season Three

September 16th, 2002

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[ LUCY'S POV ]

❝SHOULDN'T WE HAVE CIGARETTES?❞ I jab my fork into the yellow cake I bought Tristan for his birthday, and I feel him brush a kiss against the side of my head, his arm around my waist. I hum, pushing the fork in my mouth as I lean back against Tristan.

After we celebrated his birthday with his sister and Addy, we decided to do a little celebrating of our own after Addy insisted on taking Lisa out for a few hours. So for the past hour, Tristan and I have been in his bed with cake because, well, we don't have cigarettes.

"You want a cigarette?" Tristan grins, leaning forward to stab his fork into the cake.

"Well, in all those old timey movies, they always have cigarettes after sex not..." I stare down at the yellow cake, a smile on my face. "...not cake."

   "I'll take cake over cigarettes any day."

   I grin up at him, and he leans down to push his lips against mine for a brief second. "Same."

   "Thanks for the cake," Tristan whispers. "And the sex. This has been the best birthday." His mouth is full of cake, and I laugh in response, my leg tangled in his. "Thanks for everything, Blue."

I push a kiss against his bicep. "Happy birthday, pretty boy." His cheeks redden, and I love that two innocent words make him blush like that, especially when his words have a similar effect on me. "You're eighteen."

"I am indeed." He sighs, his arm encircling my waist, his lips at my neck. "How does it feel to be with an older man?"

I roll my eyes, squirming in his hold. "You're not even three months older than me," I scoff.

"Still older."

"Okay."

We finish the cake in record time── if one can finish a cake in record time── and after disposing of the plate, Tristan throws the bedsheets back over us and lays upon me, his head against my chest. I sigh, content and happy, and I rest my hand against his hair.

   I feel his arm hook under my hips, lifting me up as his face moves to push a brief kiss against my collarbone. I hook my arms around his neck as Tristan pulls the skin of my throat into his mouth, and I tighten my hold on him. When he pulls back, he looks at me with a familiar expression── one that's full of love and fulfilment, and I feel my chest crack open.

   "I love you," he whispers as my finger traces down the centre of his chest before moving across his shoulders that are cut with the most perfect muscles. Tristan grins, his eyes watching my hands work slowly. "You enjoying yourself?"

   I chuckle. "Very much so."

   "Well, I know something else you'll enjoy."

   Before I can even respond, Tristan kisses me forcefully. A shiver runs up my spine as Tristan's hand moves to hold onto my thigh, lifting it so it can wrap around his torso. He continues to kiss me hard and fierce, and I hold onto him tightly, never wanting to let go.

   I feel his hand trail up my thigh, delicately moving to trace circles against my stomach, my hips, and I bite back a moan at his soft he moves. Everywhere he brushes turns electric, and I can't understand how one person can make me feel so needed. I could die like this and I'd be happy. When he pulls back to look at me, I place a hand against his cheek and whisper, "Have you really had a good birthday?"

   He nods, his face leaning into my hand. "The best birthday, Blue." I smile, moving my fingers to brush into his hair. "Thank you."

   "Anything else you want?" He smirks, and I fear I've asked a silly question. "That wasn't supposed to sound dirty."

   "Oh, really?" He raises a brow, his lips against my neck. "And I couldn't ask for anything more, Luce. You've given me everything and more."

   I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that he's had a good birthday because that's all I can ask for. He deserves the whole world, and if I had that kind of power, I'd hand it to him on a silver plate. There's nobody more deserving in this world than this boy that lays in my arms, vulnerable and open for me.

Tristan's head falls against my chest again, and he snuggles close to me. Our bodies lay under the covers, completely warm and safe, and I move a hand against his forehead. "This..." His fingers touch the middle of my chest, and I stare down at him. "This is my favourite sound."

My face warms. "What?"

"Your heartbeat," he mumbles, pressing a kiss right over the pounding of my heart.

Unable to say a word, I press a kiss against his head, my eyes closing for a second as I inhale and exhale, trying to compose myself. When I reopen my eyes, Tristan is staring up at me with that familiar look in his eyes. A smile slides across his face, and I move my hand down from his forehead to rest against his cheek again.

Tristan moves up the bed, his body lying next to mine with our foreheads, chests and hearts pressed together. I grab his hand and intertwines my fingers with his, and our lips meet softly before we part again.

"Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would ever happen." I'm so engulfed in my passion for him, that I almost don't catch that sentence, but when the words register in my head, I smile and toy with the hair on the back of his neck.

"Never in your wildest dreams, huh?"

"I'm eighteen, and I've been with you for nearly two years," he states, and I hum. "How many people get to say that? How many people get to be this lucky?"

"I love you..." I say slowly, finding that to be the only plausible thing I can respond with because how does one reply to that?

"Well, I love you too," he replies, offering me a toothy grin that I love. "One day, I'm going to wake up and you're going to be right here, lying next to me. That's all I want in the future── you next to me every single morning for the rest of my life. That's how I know I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Is it possible to be anymore in love with him?

I feel my eyes swell with tears, and Tristan smiles, his lips pushing against my nose briefly. "I think you're my soulmate," he then says, and if he's trying to make me cry, he's doing a fantastic job.

"What makes you say that?" I ask, my voice almost unrecognisable.

"Well, I love you, and you're my soulmate because I don't have to work at being happy when I'm with you." He brushes his knuckles against my cheek, and I smile widely. "Any time with you is the right time. Nothing is ever wrong if you're by my side. What I feel for you seems so inhuman at times," he laughs, and I swallow the overwhelming lump in my throat. "You make me into this person I've never been before── a person I'm proud to be. I've never been loved like this, Blue, and it's..."

"Amazing," I finish, and he laughs.

"Truly amazing," he confirms. "You've got my heart, Luciana, and I hope you never let go of it."

"I wouldn't dare," I whisper back. "But don't let go of mine either. Please."

He looks me dead in the eye as he says, "I wouldn't dare."

"Seriously, you have a way with words, Tristan." I chuckle, and a tear trickles down my cheek. "You were destined to be a writer, baby."

He offers me a slanted smile. "Yeah?"

"You have such a brilliant mind." I touch a finger to his lip. "I believe you can do anything you want, Tristan."

"You have to say that, you're my girlfriend."

"Yes, I am, but aren't I always truthful?" I smile, and Tristan presses his forehead into mine. "I'm serious, girlfriend or not, you're going to do great things, Tristan."

"So are you, Blue."

"We are going to be brilliant," I say, pressing my lips against his for a quick second.

"I think we already are."

Tristan kisses me again, and I feel my body soften to his touch. He moves to lay on top of me again, and our kisses turn deeper and deeper. He brings one hand to the base of my hairline and uses a single finger to trace the base of my back.

I brush both hands against his chest, my lips touching his chest, shoulders and neck. My arms fall around his neck, and I move us so I'm laying on top of him instead. He grins, hands on my hips, and I lean down to push my lips against his for a quick second.

"You really want to wake up to me every morning?" I raise a brow, and Tristan's hands move to hold my thighs.

"Every..." Tristan sits up, holding onto me. "Single..." His lips hover over mine. "Morning..." He pushes his mouth against mine, and I fold into him again. He makes me weak, it's crazy how he manages to do it, but I can't complain. He's unlike anyone I've ever known, and I consider myself pretty lucky to be with him.

I stare at him with confused eyes. "Really?"

"Every morning, Blue."

"You're totally going to regret saying that."

His fingers delicately touch my back, moving up and down my spine. "No, I won't." His arms circle my torso, pulling me closer to him, and I hear him groan which causes me to grin. "You know why?" I shake my head. "Because when I think about my future, there's only one thing that's clear, and that's you, Lucy."

I'm at a loss for words, completely in shock by him and how honest he's being. He's usually open with me, but this is almost too much, and while I should be scared, I'm buzzing with joy because Tristan sees me in his future, and I think I do too. "You think we're gonna make it?"

"I know we're going to make it," Tristan whispers against my mouth, and I inhale sharply, my hands holding onto his shoulders. "One day, Luciana Danes, I'm gonna marry you, you hear me?" I nod, still lost for words. "We'll buy your grandfathers old house, you'll be the greatest lawyer in America, and──"

"You'll be the greatest writer in America."

He scoffs, but I truly believe he can be the greatest if he gives himself for credit for how brilliant he is. "And we'll have thousands of children──"

I choke on my saliva. "What?"

"I'm kidding." I roll my eyes. "We'll be just as happy in fifty years as we are right now, Luce, I can promise you that."

"You really think?"

"Like I said, I know." Tristan pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and I feel my face warm from his touch. "I know we're young, but I really do believe that you're the one, Blue."

"I think we're lucky we found each other," I tell him, and he nods. "Most wait their entire lives for a love like this, you know, and we've found it so young. I mean, it's nearly been two years."

"Two years," he mumbles, shaking his head in disbelief. "Two years with you."

I run a hand through his hair. "Two years with you," I whisper back. "Two years and the rest of our lives."

"Two years and the rest of our lives," he confirms, and I push my forehead against his, and he grabs my hand to rest it against his thumping heart. "The rest of our lives?"

I nod, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. "The rest of our lives, Tristan. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that, Blue."

I grin, my lips moving to kiss his head. "I'm sure you will."

I don't care how young I am, I truly believe I've found the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

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authors note:

just a short and sweet chapter for lucy and tristan . . . sorry it's been so long since the last update, this story has definitely been the hardest to write but i'm back (kind of)

gonna try and update a little more regularly, but i hope you enjoyed this little cute chapter

it's not been checked so may have some mistakes oops? lol