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New edited version up thanks to Vera Cobb, an amazng editor :]
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Jess clutches the hot coffee in his hands as he briskly trudges through the
snow. He can barely feel his fingers and his toes are numb, but he couldn't
care less because he knows that soon, heat will be easily achieved. As that
thought passes through his mind his legs quicken, walking the short distance
to Rory's house.
He can feel a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as her house comes into
view. He can't help it. Every time he looks at her, or even something that
reminds him of her, he's reminded of their late night rendezvous.
He walks up to her window that is only about a foot above the ground and taps
on the glass. From outside he can see her get up from her bed and go to the
window. She squints with tired eyes through the glass and unlatches the window
to grant him access.
He puts one foot in, soon followed by the other and climbs through. She
shivers from the cold air entering her room and crosses her arms across her
pajama clad chest. He finally gets in and shuts the window before he faces her
with a smirk, while she stares back.
"It's Wednesday." She states the obvious.
Jess nods his assent, his smirk further widening, "Glad to see that you're
functional enough to know the date at," He glances at her clock on the
nightstand, "One in the morning."
She's about to playfully hit him on the arm when she sees the coffee in his
hand. "Is that for me?"
"No, it's for me. It's cold outside and the coffee is better than wearing
gloves," He says this playing totally serious.
She glares, annoyed at his sarcasm this early, when suddenly an idea occurs
to her. She steps forward and kisses him ** the mouth. He immediately responds
to the kiss, pulling her warm, small body closer to his larger, cold one. She
slips her tongue in his mouth, surprising him with her sudden aggressiveness.
His tongue duels with hers as Rory slides her hands down along his arms until
she reaches his hand. When she reaches the left one she slips her hand through
his and when she gets to the right one she takes the coffee away from his
loose grip and pulls away, gulping the drink down quickly.
He shakes his head at her and glances at her pajamas, making his smirk
return, "Hello Kitty?"
She blushes a little but then boldly states, "Yep, I even have the matching
panties."
His smirk fades slightly and his eyes darken a little as he steps closer to
her again, "You might have to show me those," he says lowly and places his
hands on her hips.
She smiles up at him. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she says
playfully.
He raises his eyebrows, "Now, that can be arranged," he says before he bends
down a little and kisses her.
He can't help but think that she tastes like coffee. And not just this one
time; every time he kisses her she tastes like sweet coffee. Of course he
attributes this to her unhealthy addiction to the substance, but whatever the
reason doesn't change how much he loves it, or how he longs for it.
She can't help think that he tastes like cherries. And not cherries that you
buy fresh from the supermarket, but the cherries that they put in alcoholic
drinks. He tastes like those, and cigarettes. Most people, including Rory,
would normally be grossed out. But for some odd reason, it tastes so good,
especially mixed in with the alcohol covered cherries. It gives her a surge of
adrenaline that she can only get from him because she knows that she would
never have the balls to smoke a cigarette, or to drink, for that matter.
Jess lifts up her shirt, pulling it over her head. He reaches his arm around
her and tries to unhook her bra, but can't seem to get it undone. He fiddles
with it for two minutes while still kissing Rory. He gets aggravated and
breaks the kiss, "What the fuck is up with this thing?"
Rory giggles and shushes him, "Wow, Jess Mariano, deflowered at thirteen and
sex god extraordinaire, can't get a bra undone? Yep, Hell just froze over,"
she says as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra.
She's about to tease him more but it comes out in a breathy moan as he sucks
on her nipple unexpectedly. He pulls away from her breast and she frowns at
him.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" He smirks at her.
"Jerk," She mutters, pushing his head back down to her breast.
He pushes her back on the bed and shifts slightly so he can push her pants
down. As soon as her pants reach her ankles she kicks them off impatiently the
rest of the way.
Suddenly she flips them over and laughs lightly at the surprise and shock
that shows on his face. She usually lets him take the lead, but tonight she's
more daring. She responds to the look on his face with, "You have too many
clothes on," before she unzips his jacket.
Soon, she has discarded all of his clothing except his boxers, while only her
panties are left. He laughs at the Hello Kitty print, but it turns into a gasp
when she flicks her tongue across his nipple. She kisses her way down his
stomach, pausing to dip her tongue into his bellybutton. She peels down his
boxers and frees his erection. She strokes him a few times before he suddenly
pulls her body back up to his. She takes a condom from the drawer of her
nightstand and gently rolls the latex onto him.
He enters her and they both moan at the feeling. He gently thrusts into her a
few times before they become rougher. Her walls soon clench around him,
triggering his own release. With her, every time that happens, he thinks
nothing has ever felt as good. Kissing her tenderly he settles on his side,
letting her curl up beside him. He waits for her to fall asleep and watches
her for awhile, tracing gentle circles on her arm.
Eventually he forces himself to leave the bed, and dresses quickly, knowing
he has to be gone before Lorelai can wake up. He leaves a post it note on her
forehead and climb out the window, sneaking back to the diner.
She wakes up three hour later and looks outside. It's still snowing, and she
can't help but smile to herself.
