She was the type of girl that shouldn't ever cry. But there she was, looking like a sacred angel with tears going down her face like a sprinkler –remember when…you turned the sprinkler off for me? And then turned it back on so my boyfriend could do it for me? - But this was no angel. No…this girl hurt and destroyed like a hurricane and the worst of all was that she didn't notice…didn't want to notice.
Poor little Rory.
And thanks to guys like him-your mother was right- the hurt that he threw right back her was reciprocated in her ad infinitum tears.
So there they were. Facedown. Closure. That's what she'd used for an excuse-she was always good at excuses and he was good at running away- so they could meet up and talk.
They both looked different. Rory aged gracefully and had grown into herself, something Jess had been waiting for since he saw her long –long- milky legs move in an uncomfortable and awkward walk in that –delicious- pleated skirt. He licked his lips, slightly enjoying the fact that even though she looked broken, her gaze followed his tongue with interest. No…their irresistible and uncanny chemistry and attraction hadn't succumbed over the years to other people. After all, she looked damn sexy in that little black shirt and skinny jeans as if hell itself had sent their most seductive vixen-he laughed, Rory, a vixen- in the form of a shockingly blue eyed lithe girl-woman-. She certainly sent him through hell…just thinking of her caused a crystal clear picture of her giving him that smokey-eyed look after he had kissed until she couldn't breath.
But, of course…he loved her. It was Rory. His Rory. The girl he lusted after and then fell in love with, once she came to spend the day with him in New York. Not his fault.
So he wasn't done blaming others. But he was getting there. Rory could see the pain and accuse in his brown-that turned a darker brown, like black that sucked her in like vortex, when she touched him- and winced, and another cascade of tears ran down her face. She sighed and wiped them away, glancing at Jess at the corner of her eye. Damn. She hadn't meant to burst out in tears once she saw him, but when his silhouette had darkened the doorway and he had entered her room like he owned it-like he owned her heart- she couldn't help herself. He always did that to her; memories pulsated like a disco ball in her mind, and she hated herself for being weak. She was over him, right? Right.
That's why she had taken that huge breath and called him to her house. And now…he was here. In her house. Damn. He looked good. His hair was longer, resting tauntingly in his eyes, he was leaner, had more muscle that made her mouth dry. Finally, Rory's tears stopped and she inhaled, looked at her shoes-still the same shy Rory after all- and mumbled something.
"Huh?" Jess smoothly said back. Genius, my man, genius.
"I said, you look great." Rory raised her voice, a small smile turning those puffy lips up at the corners.
"You too." He replied, running a taut hand over his hair. And sighed.
"Look…is there a reason you called me over for this? I mean, it's nice-" wonderful, amazing,-"to see you again, but I've got other things to do while here in this godforsaken town."
Rory shrugged. "Umm…." Damn. She'd forgotten the speech she'd thought up. What now?
Jess growled, causing Rory to widen her eyes and lick her lips this time. Rewind, play, repeat.
"Damnit, Rory!" He shouted, surprising not only himself but Rory, who shrunk back -shit- and whimpered. "What do you want from me? If you're going to just stand and stare at me with those eyes then I'm going to leave. I can't deal with anymore of your gloating."
Her head snapped up and she glared at him. "Gloating? You think I asked you here to gloat? No! I asked you here...because…because..." She trailed off, confused and angry.
"Because why?" He prodded, taking a step towards her, and raising an eyebrow at the way her eyes just wouldn't meet his. Huh. He felt like he was in high school again. The blush on her cheeks was so achingly familiar and the way she bit her lip urged him to wrap his arms around her and kiss her. But he didn't.
"I…I…missed you." She finished pathetically, and started again. "Logan…" Jess winced and narrowed his eyes. Grreeeaat. Let's talk about shithead. My favorite subject. "Cheated on me. Again. With my boss, and his sister's friends. I was in Florida for an assignment…and he slept with all of them."
"Oh. Wow. That's…horrible. Do you want me to beat the shit out of him? 'Cause I will. What an ass. Man, why would anyone cheat on you?" Jess shook his head, and frowned in disbelief. Nobody cheats on Rory. Why would they? She's perfect.
Rory chuckled sardonically, although her eyes filled up again. "He said he loved me. You know? I thought we'd get…" She choked up and sat on her bed, the springs creaking in protest. But Jess knew what she would've said. Married.
"Then," she sniffled, and let out gusto of breath that played with her bangs. "I went to Florida for 4 weeks, and I came back to see him fucking my boss in my office."
Jess's eyes widened. Fucking? Since when did sweet Rory say that? Even though the situation was totally inappropriate, he couldn't help but feel turned on to hear such a rough word come out of those pink plump lips-that tasted like strawberries and vanilla-.
"I'm sorry, Ror." He sincerely said, sitting next her and leaning forward so his elbows rested on his black jean covered knees. Jess softened his eyes at the sight of Rory breaking apart and felt a twinge of warmth at her insuppressible beauty. "When did this happen?"
She fell back against the bed on her back and rolled her head to look at him. "Three weeks, 2 days, and 4 hours ago." She breathed sadly.
His eyebrows rose. Huh. There was a hesitant silence, filled with scared thoughts and dark memories. It pressed on them, cloaking their faces with shadows.
"You know…I knew I'd see you again." Rory suddenly said and rolled onto her back.
Jess smirked, and looked down at her half lidded eyes and how her shirt rose up to show a flat white stomach. "How?"
She reached up and pulled his face towards her, so that he could see the pure blue color of her eyes up close-like the Ocean in California, like the blue at the bottom of the fire of his lighter- and how the lashes curled to touch her brow bone. "Because…we weren't meant to be apart for long." And brushed her lips against his. Oh…there it was. His heart was in her lips and eyes. He'd thought he'd lost it.
He caught her chin with his thumb and forefinger before she pulled away and dragged her back for another. She tasted like everything he'd wanted. Their lips melted together and caressed each other, softly and sweetly, and he climbed onto her and slid his fingers to the back of her head, stroking the silky hair and inhaling the long missed scent of home. He parted his lips slowly and ran his tongue gently against her lower lip, reveling in the whimper that was made in the back of her throat. She tilted her head and met her tongue head on with his, and he purred, holding her tighter to himself as they leisurely surveyed each other's mouths. Her hands crept up to tug at his hair and he smiled, and in response she lightly and playfully bit his lower lip. A growl vibrated in his chest and Rory glided a hand from his hair to lay flat against his thudding heart.
It was silent, a treasured nothing around them, that caused an effect of them being in a bubble by themselves, except for the noises their lips made together, and their reactions. Before they knew it, Jess's hand was pushing up her shirt to reveal more white skin and he was pressing quick moist kisses to her stomach while Rory clutched his head and ran her fingers over his shoulders and back in a way that left Jess gasping against her ribs. He then bit her t-shirt lightly and jerked it up; their eyes locked together in a sensual haze as he brought it over her head, to her amazement.-where had he learned that? - Her black bra shimmered subtly in the twilight, and brought attention to her breasts, which Jess carefully avoided, much to her annoyance. His mouth was teasing on her neck, and his hands innocently lay on her bare hips, caressing in small circles. The nips and licks he pressed against the beginning of her jaw tingled, and Rory mewed impatiently, pouting in embarrassment when Jess chuckled, a smoldering glance between them generating their lips to blend together in an open-mouthed, toe-curling kiss.
When a thin hand skated down his chest to his abs, and reached the button of his jeans, not only did he moan in anticipation, he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his mouth to kiss. Rory raised her darkened blue eyes to his, appreciating the blackness of his arousal. But to Jess, seeing the blue eyes he had come to worship so much, was a dream breaker. No. He wouldn't do this unless she loved him.
With a breath that nearly killed him, he rolled off her, and stood up, and hoped Rory didn't notice the sway in his movements. Rory laid there, shirt off, looking so wonderfully and painfully fuckable. Her muddled eyes focused on him, wondering what was wrong. He didn't even have any of his clothes off. Jess sighed, and Rory hated that sound. That frustrated, something's-wrong-I'm-sorry-I-can't-do-this sigh that Rory associated with everything bad.
"I…" Jess stammered, and Rory wanted to close her ears and chant la-la-la-I-can't-hear-you until Jess came back and made love to her. Instead, she sat up and fixed her shirt for distraction. "don't want to touch you."
Rory inhaled sharply in shock and looked up. "You don't…want me?" She delicately asked with eyebrows scrunched together in lustful puzzlement.
Jess barked a harsh laugh, startling her. "Yes, of course, I want you. I want you everyday, when I see a book in my home because it reminds me of you. I want you when I see the sky, because it reminds me of your eyes. I want you when I drink coffee because that's what you taste like; I want you everyday in my arms, in my house, in love with me." He finished softly, eyes fastened on hers, love apparent and fierce in his face. "I've never stopped loving you, Rory. I don't think I ever will."
"Oh." Rory breathed. And inhaled…exhaled…inhaled…
"Yes." Jess agreed, and let out a half smile, wistful and sweet. "I love you, Rory Gilmore."
She sat there frozen, remembering the last few times he proclaimed this to her. Disastrous was a good word to describe them. But here…now, where he was giving her those looks that told her he'd kill anyone or do anything to make her love him, was different.
"I don't want to touch you, kiss you, and make love with you, until you love me also." Jess told her, and scrutinized her face, waiting for a definite reaction, his heart beating harder than it ever had before, and his palms sweaty.
Rory opened her mouth, and the word love flew out. Love…Jess…love…loves…me. Jess loves…me. Do I love Jess? She slowly pieced together an answer, searching her mind and heart for an overdue answer; the right answer. Although Jess did this and this and this to her, things that hurt her beyond tears, it always hurt her because she loved him the most. Rory and Jess.
"Huh." She gradually permitted to leave her mouth, a tiny smile tied to the corners of her lips, wrenching it up in the smallest yet most affective answer ever.
"Huh." Jess echoed, a grin breaking out on his face and the crack in his heart healed, once she lay down and reached for him.
I love you.
Haha. This gradually came into my mind at the most awkward place ever. In the middle of my oral spanish report. Nice, right? I was like, "Espana es la...hmmmm...Milo's sexy." My teacher gave me the funniest look ever. It was a mixture between oh-god-not-another-psycho-student, and what-the-hell-is-she-on? Of course, since she's my spanish teacher, that'd most likely be in spanish.
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Disclaimer- I don't own Rory or Jess. Or Logan. I'm just playing with them. Or whatever. And I don't profit from this other than self satisfaction. So, no money. Nada. I SwEaR.