Chapter 1: Mistletoe



Authors Note: This was just something that I thought up all of a sudden in my head. I've read a lot of stories that have short chapters or at least their first chapter is short, and well they are very good. So I just thought up the words, A taste of chocolate and well this chapter formed around that. The subject of it can be debatable but I know what it is, and well it will stay that way. This story will most likely continue. I hope you guys like it, I know it's a bit different from what I usually write and trust me I wasn't planning on writing this at all but it just popped up and came. (For those of you that read Following The Orders Of The Stars, and You're my Romeo and I'm Your Juliet, they will be continued soon, I'll try to get a chapter up very quickly.) Well I will stop boring you to tears and let you read now, I hope you enjoy it, please review or email me to let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I really see no point to these considering the fact that everyone knows I don't own Gilmore Girls, and I only do one disclaimer for the whole story so here it is, I don't own Gilmore Girls, now I know this is some sort of torture device to make me yearn for it even more but I'm telling you it won't work. I'm hoping for a certificate saying I own Gilmore Girls on Christmas but alas I don't think I will be receiving one. I would be perfectly content if I was also an extra or just a small role in Gilmore Girls. So Amy Sherman-Palladino, I'm an actress, I act like it's my religion, so come on make me an extra at least!

Distribution: This again I only write once for every story. Apparently some of you actually want to put my stories on your other sites, the reason for this is unbeknownst to me but hey go ahead. So here you go, you MAY use my story under CERTAIN CONDITIONS, you must email me and let me know where it will be located, exact address and everything, and you must give me credit and say that I wrote it. That's all.

Last A/N: Ooo sorry that was long and boring and almost as long as the story itself. On with it though! ************************************************************************

A taste of chocolate. That was the only way to describe it.

A brushing of lips, just a quick swift movement. But she was immediately left with her swollen mouth begging for more. She looked up into his eyes and immediately knew he would give her more; their lips collided once again. This time more feverously, both letting out built up passion and longing, both responding in rhythmic movements. Both finding the other irresistibly delectable. Their hands were holding each other as close as possible, as though this would be the last time they would ever be within arms length of one another. Their lips were burning, smoldering, melting into each other, and combining both humans as though they were one. A sweet juice came off of her lips, one that tasted like coffee and butterscotch, while a sweet nectar came off his, one of chocolate. Both were completely oblivious to their surroundings, they were too caught up in their own world.

Both were enveloped in pure ecstasy, wishing that they never had to leave their hidden adobe that they had only now discovered. After time had passed and their lips were still begging for more they had to separate, to un-mold and become their separate selves once again. This time she wasn't scared, this time her feet would not betray her, this time she would not run. They broke apart and just looked at each other, both with a sense of urgency to attach once more, but both knowing if they brought their lips together yet again that they would never be able to escape that world for hours to come. He stroked her cheek softly, pushing a strand of her hair out from across her face, then carefully and gently tucking it behind her ear. Her round eyes looked up at him, wondering how she had ever gotten into this place, not regretting what had just happened in the least, instead she was cherishing it and hoping that it would happen once again.

He looked down at her, he had only been there a short while but already his dream had come true. It would happen again, the feelings they had just expressed towards each other were obviously too strong to deny, and neither would make the mistake of saying they were not there. But now he knew that he must depart, he had only come here because it was an obligation, something he hadn't wanted to do, now he knew it was the most amazing night of his life, one he would remember for the rest of his life. He leaned down brushed his lips lightly against hers, trying his hardest to ignore the way her lips responded pleading for more, then he kissed her cheek, hugged her closer and tighter for one last moment, praying that this wasn't all a dream, then he let her go and said, "Merry Christmas, Rory."

"Merry Christmas," Rory murmured softly back.

Then she watched as his tall muscular figure strode off into the darkness, she starred after him until he had faded completely in the shadows. She stood there for several minutes just starring at the spot he had disappeared at. She looked up and spotted the mistletoe, the mistletoe that had started this whole wonderful sensation. She stood up on the tips of her toes and delicately plucked the piece of mistletoe off of the top of the door. She held it in the palm of her hand for several moments before putting it away in her purse, so she was sure not to forget it, so she would have something physical from this night, something more then just a memory She had no doubt that what had just happened would happen again but it would never come about in quite this manner again. She let a happy and content sigh out and thought to herself, 'Please let there be more.' Then she spun around on her heel slowly and took off towards the festivities, which she was supposed to be engaging in.

(To Be Continued.) ************************************************************************ So should I continue? Please review and let me know! Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease -Anna