Hello there, readers!

I'm bizzzack, did ya miss me?

I certainly hope so.

Here's a nice little one-shot for Gilmore Girls, an all-time favorite of mine. I've wanted to do something with this song for months but I couldn't figure out the right pairing.

But guess what, bitches?

I FOUND ONE!

Read on, my loves.

Disclaimer- Do not own Gilmore Girls and I am not Amy Sherman-Palladino in disguise. Or maybe I am…

I should be home right now…

Rory's mind was going a mile a minute. She cut across the square, passing the empty gazebo, ducking her head so the Christmas lights shining on the snow didn't reveal her identity. She knew she shouldn't have come. But the magnet that drew her to him was just too damn powerful to control.

So on she walked.

It's a real small town…

God, what if somebody caught her? Anyone could be out, though that was doubtful due to the late hour. But still. If someone saw her, it would all be over. Her mom would find out, Dean would find out. Probably even Logan would find out. She was walking on broken glass, the magnetic pull drawing her closer and closer to the inn.

I keep looking over my shoulder…

How could she not? Every rustle of the leaves was a probable night-stalker, waiting to find her sneaking through the streets. Every shift of the wind was a door opening, just waiting to see her face.

But on she walked.

How many people know now…

It could be any number of people. Anyone who glanced out the window, surprised by the shadow shining on the snow.

But on she walked.

She was past caring at this point. Let them all find out. Let them see the true, true love that glowed in both their eyes when they were together. The unbelievable supernova that opened up beneath their bodies when they were inside each other.

Let them come.

You've got a family at home…

Luke! Oh, God, Luke would be heart-broken. His wayward nephew making off with the daughter of the woman he loved. How much this would hurt him!

But still. On she walked.

You're out with me getting stoned…

Their tradition. A half ounce of pot and a quart of bourbon. Loosening them up so neither of them cared at all if they were caught half-dressed in one of the inn's empty rooms. They'd probably just offer the intruder a hit or a sip.

It's been a long time coming…

Who could blame them? Sexual tension running rampant since they first met. Honestly, the only thing going through Rory's always clear and always prude mind when they met was how good he looked in those clothes and how spectacular he would look without them. She avoided him as much as she could after that, afraid and shamed by her thoughts. But they were always unfinished business, no matter how many boyfriends she's had.

But now I've got you alone…

Rory reached the inn. Finally. He was standing outside with an already rolled blunt and a lighter, flicking it on and off as he waited. When he saw her he gave her a big smile, one he reserved only for her. It was amazing.

He was amazing.

The way he could cut a book down to tiny little pieces, dissecting and analyzing them like a college professor. The way he knew just what she wanted, when she wanted it. When she needed space. When she needed him.

The window to her room was easy to open from the outside. Her mom was upstairs, fast asleep, while they tangled in her covers, leaving evidence of their activities everywhere. Because when he did a job, he did it thoroughly.

But her mom never questioned why she washed her sheets so much.

So we lock the door behind us, cuz we both know the truth…

After they'd finished half the bourbon and two blunts, Jess sloppily busted through a window, leading her into a dark and empty room. He immediately turned and captured her lips with his own, speaking no words, already comfortable with this song and dance they created so long ago. He fumbled towards the door and Rory heard the lock slide into place and barely had time to register it before she was on her back on the bed, her clothes ripped to shreds in his haste to be inside of her. And she did the same, her fingers fumbling from the booze and the high so he helped her along. Soon they were naked and just as quick he was inside of her, a quiet sigh escaping both their lips.

This is what they needed. If they could have each other forever, this would be all they needed.

It's a fucked up situation, when the one that you love is never enough…

Logan was a distraction. She hadn't seen Jess in years and she needed the sexual release she'd almost gotten from him all those years ago. Logan was a playboy, and she acted like she cared, but really, whenever Logan and her had sex, she kept her eyes closed. Imagined it was Jess' fingers on her, coaxing her to a quick release. Everything about Logan was quick. And when the ten minutes of sex was over and Logan was fast asleep, Rory would touch herself, imagining Jess all over again. She made herself come again and again, Jess' face behind her eyelids, Jess' fingers instead of hers, gently touching her, softly making love to her.

She didn't love Logan. That's why it was so easy to go back to him after every time he fucked up.

It's a fucked up situation; she likes it rough and I do too…

They'd only done it slow and gentle a few times. Mostly when Rory was crying over something stupid or Jess wanted her like no other. But mostly…mostly it was rough. Hard and sexy and a mess everywhere and Oh my God, Jess go faster…

Her knees were turning black and blue…

The one thing Rory loved more than Jess being inside of her? Having Jess' hot, juicy cock inside her mouth. The roughness still applied here, his thrusts so forceful her knees slammed against the ground, leaving bruises she could almost never cover up. He thrust and thrust, a fistful of her hair in his grip, guiding her, moving her in just the right way. Rory swore she had some kind of g-spot in her mouth because every time he came, she did, too, spilling her juice on the carpet while Jess spilled his juice in her mouth. She swallowed, of course; spitter's are quitters, right?

The front desk keeps on calling…

They both freeze when the hotel phone rings. No matter what position they're in, no matter how close to the sweet heavenly release they were, they always paused. The front desk called every single room, trying to find them. But they never did.

She throws the phone across the room…

That might be why.

So we hope nobody finds us, cuz we both know the truth…

The worst times are when the maid checks the rooms. She knocks and knocks and knocks but they never answer. By that time they're too wrapped up in each other they can't remember their own fucking names. They make strange noises, gasp and moan and scream. At that point she's more than glad Luke talked her mom into getting sound-proof rooms. Or else they'd be in real goddamn trouble.

Eventually the maid leaves. And they're back to being Jess and Rory, sex extraordinaire's.

It's a fucked up situation, when the one that you love is never enough…

When they finish, it's early. They always meet late, yeah, but no sex excursion should last as long as they do. They do everything we can think of, doing their best to make it last. Because they know. They know tomorrow they have to act like eveything's fine. They have to act like they barely know each other, like what happened the night before was simply a dream.

Which, in retrospect, it kind of is. They shouldn't be able to do some of the things they do. Positions, noises, all that. It should be impossible.

But they both know we can do the impossible when they're together.

It's a fucked up fascination, when the one that you trust is traded for lust…

Lust. Is that what it is? Simple lust?

No. it can't be.

So we lock the door behind us, cuz we both know the truth…

I know how you feel. You want to go back, back to the beginning. You want to fix everything so all your pain would be gone. But you can't. Nothing is that simple and half of those things would probably happen anyway. Life happens. You have to learn from these things. You have to keep moving for a better tomorrow, and forget your yesterday.

I know how you feel. I've felt it too.

I love you all 3