-1Rory's eyes fluttered open. She smiled as she took in her surroundings. His room just screamed "Jess". There was a bookcase filled with books. CD cases were spread haphazardly on the desk in the corner. A smug smile found its way on her face when she noticed his plaid comforter. She turned to the sleeping man beside her. Even in his sleep, that charming smirk graced his features. Rory couldn't help but think he was the most beautiful person she'd ever met.
She reached up and pushed a stray piece of hair out of his face. He instinctively pulled her closer to him. She giggled against his neck and he thought it was heaven.
"Jess." She whispered, her breath tickling his skin.
"Hmm?"
"I need food."
He disentangled himself from her and pulled on his boxers. Rory laid back down and pulled the sheets tighter around her tiny frame. A content sigh escaped her lips. Last night had been… mind blowing. She wondered how they would make it work. Philadelphia was a three hour drive from New Haven. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice him leaning against the door frame with a plate of pancakes in one hand and coffee in the other. He cleared his throat and she jumped.
"Here." he said, handing her the cup.
She took a sip and grinned.
"Mmm. Just as good as Luke's."
He handed her the plate. He smiled as she dug in. Rory looked up, slightly embarrassed.
"Hey, Rory?"
"Yeah?"
"How is this," he gestured between the two of them, "going to work?"