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"I got the good kid"

Before she can stop herself, Lorelai remembered several moments, that date far into the past but are still so sharp. Rory reading, always reading. At her age, Lorelai had been drinking, laughing, and shimmying down trees and hopping into a boy's car which was stealthily waiting in the street-motor running. Rory studying for lifetimes, it seemed, and setting her sights on Harvard-the prize, at the grand age of six. Lorelai's prize had been the sound of ice cubes in a glass, submerged in something contraband from her parent's liquor cabinet and a tall boy smiling down at her. Preferably occurring simultaneously.

Herself, listening outside Rory's bedroom, breathe abated, hearing Paris talk about losing her virginity and demanding what Rory had felt when she lost hers.

Her heart had stopped there. Her baby. Her Rory. Having sex? Studying and reading, yes but sex, surely not.

She was put out of her misery when she heard Rory's voice, clear as a bell, explaining the time wasn't right for her yet.

Ah, her glee. Her hypocritical maternal pride at that moment was astounding.

"I got the good kid," she had whispered to herself.

Pausing briefly, to feel good about herself and a little bit sorry for all the mothers who hadn't been blessed with a Rory, with a good one, including her own mother.

Yes, Lorelai had been many things as a teenager. Charming, smart, coquettish and always up for something new. However she had never even come close to being like Rory, perfection. She was reminded of that every Friday night dinner-sitting and hearing her parents, her horrible, stiff, and cold parents, just glow and gush about Rory. Lorelai didn't mind though. She knew Rory deserved it, this praise, this wonderment. And she used that bit of pride she felt at Rory's accomplishments, the credit that her parents refused to give to her-for contributing in the smallest bit to Rory's character, to salvage her wounds.

Lorelai loved talking about Rory and hearing people talk about Rory. She would could never squelch that feeling, that fleeting perfect moment-

"I got the good kid"

Lorelai kept this all in mind as she sat on her couch, waiting. Waiting for her Rory, her good kid, to come home. Lorelai tried to stay calm as the clock ticked way past curfew, a new concept in the Gilmore way of life.

Rory had never needed a curfew when she was with Dean, Lorelai thought bitterly.

And Lorelai had never been so scared she was losing her good kid, her Rory, in the age of Dean.

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God this was different, Rory thought.

Making out in a car with a boy. Who would have guessed she was the type?

Well, she supposed, Dean wasn't really the making out in the car type of boy. At least he hadn't been with her. Jess, however, appeared to have been born to make out in cars with girls.

Girls?

Rory Gilmore's previously haze-filled blue eyes widened imperceptibly.

She squinted at the back of Jess' head, which was currently burrowing into her neck. Was this all mechanical to him? With Dean everything had been new territory. It was necessary to progress from dry pecks to smooches to petting to well that's where it stopped. With Jess, Oh boy. Things could not be more different. Jess was constantly touching Rory. Rory was constantly wanting Jess to touch her. Jess, it seemed, had all the answers. Rory was forever catching her breathe and trying to catch up with Jess in situations, well, like this. Not just making out in cars, but making out under bridges, on piers, in Luke's apartment on the sofa- horizontally and vertically. With Jess, Rory felt inexperienced only because he seemed to be so experienced.

Suspicious thoughts took hold of Rory's attention. Was she one of many? Was Jess just going through the motions…did it even matter whether she was her or could she have just been a random girl of the street that Jess had made some witty comment to and they ended up making out in his car. Did Jess kiss everyone like this?

With that Rory sat straight up, depriving Jess of the pale skin on her neck he had been being so attentive to.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his dark eyes watching her.

Rory took a breathe.

"I think we need to talk."

Jess rubbed a hand through his hair, lazily.

"About what?"

"well …this what we are doing."

Jess smirked at her. Her innocence equally delighted him and pissed him off.

"What are we doing, Rory?"

Her eyes widened, genuinely hurt at the cavalier tone.

"Well you know, all this touching and other activities that are going down. We should discuss it."

"Too much discussion and examining can kill a good thing, you know?"

"Oh boy, you obviously haven't been around the Gilmore clan enough because we are mighty supporters of discussion and examination. You know on rainy days when other kids played Parcheesi, well my mom and I, we'd analyze things for fun"

Jess looked at her skeptically.

"Well fine, you don't seem like a big Parcheesi person but other people were, I mean not people I know personally, but you sure hear talk of Parcheesi often enough and usually in conjunction with rainy days. Jess," Rory despaired, "you know what I mean and you know what I want to talk about."

"Oh yeah. Could you maybe clarify what it is exactly that you wish to discuss?" Jess said, forever the smart-ass.

Rory's eyes furrowed threateningly, but before she could say anything, Jess kissed her-sweet and soft.

Rory felt herself relax into it, and just as she was about to respond Jess pulled away.

"Was that what you wanted to examine?" Jess looked at her, eyes full of mischief, "Or maybe you wanted to talk about this"

And with that he kissed her again, this kiss being one that would have put her grandmother into apoplectic shock, Rory was sure. Through her kissing haze, Rory felt a hand graze her thigh, then her upper thigh, then right under where her blue plaid Chilton skirt had bunched to. Jess' hand didn't remove itself, as she would have expected, and Rory noted, with a slightly sickly feeling, it was continuing its path. Up, up, and "OH".

Rory sat up again and crossed her legs, all in one furious girl motion.

Jess glanced at her, "so that's what you wanted to talk about."

But as her embarrassment faded, Rory found she had no desire to talk. She didn't' want to know about any of Jess' past girlfriends. She just wanted to be here, in this car, with him.

Jess had shifted on to his side of the car, clearly expecting a reprimand.

Rory slid herself over and tucked her head under his chin. They sat there for a moment, a sight that even the most hardy Dean-fans would have had to admit to finding sweet and endearing.

Of course it seemed, as any Dean-fan of Stars Hollow would add knowingly, nothing seemed to stay just sweet between these two for long.

Rory lifted her head up so her lips were once more available to Jess' experienced mouth. She felt his tongue lightly on her lips and she responded, eagerly. A few moments later they were completely entwined and Jess' hands were wandering again except this time Rory's weren't exactly idle. She moved them from his arms to his hair to down his back, nothing that sweeping them down his back, seemed to make him kiss her even more enthusiastically, if possible.

Jess pulled away again and Rory heard herself whimper without meaning to. She missed the contact immediately.

"Rory", Jess' dark and intensely powerful eyes bored into hers, making her slightly uncomfortable like he was seeing through her, "this is how you want it right? I mean you aren't unhappy right now, here with me. You don't want me to be just another Dean; you chose me because you wanted this?"

Rory felt herself returning his gaze and letting all of her worries seep out of her mind.

She couldn't believe it. Here she was on her back in a boy's car, seriously making out. And she wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

"This is what I want, Jess. Of course I don't want you to be another Dean. I want you," Rory whispered, feeling the most honest and open in a long time.

Jess rewarded with a smile. A real full one. One that most people of Stars Hollow hadn't seen and if they had, they would surely understood what it was about him that Rory Gilmore couldn't stay away from.

They resumed their new favorite activity, intent of never stopping to examine this beautiful thing that was growing between them. Like moths to a flame.

"Rory" Jess whispered into her throat, "You were wrong. I am a big Parcheesi person."