I'll see you in Washington
Disclaimer-Oh yeah, so I'm really Amy Sherman Palladino and when I'm not writing Gilmore Girls-because David Rosenthal has been killed by me-and not basking in my sheer brilliance I like to come onto this little website and make up stories about Gilmore Girls instead of actually making them the actual plotline. Oh, yeah, and I'm queen of the world.
A/N- Hey, so this chapter was supposed to take way longer than it did but all your awesome reviews made me wanna write faster. Thank you so much to Just A Girl Of The Hollow x3, hollowgirl22, Literati and naley forever, xliteratiwhorex, literatigirl, Curley-Q, SquegeeBeckinhiem, allycat1186, and Milo.Ventimiglia.Lover. You guys all rock! (If you reviewed for my other chapter you'll be in the chapter 2 AN.) Reviews are the love of my life! My only way to know if I should stop writing instead of continuing is if you-what's that word ladies and gentlemen?-REVIEW! I don't really know what else to say so on with the show-or story.
Chapter 3
Jess woke up to a blinding light the next morning. He rolled over and groaned, shutting his eyes as tightly as possible. Where the hell am I? He asked himself. Suddenly memories began flooding back. He remembered Rory and climbing down the ladder, running through the streets. He remembered her hands on his skin, but he never remembered falling asleep. He sat up quickly and whipped his head around, squinting in the light. Rory was nowhere to be found. He slowly stood up and checked his watch. It read 5:43 and he groaned before walking over to the edge of the roof and looking down. There was no one in the alleyway below and he figured it was safe to climb down.
When he reached the bottom he gazed around trying to figure out which way he had come to get here. He had turned left and then gone straight and turned right. He followed his path until he reached the fountain where he had lost himself in Rory last night. He slowly allowed himself to take a moment and relive last night's events. Was it honestly possible that Rory felt something for him? He shook the feeling off and kept walking until he reach the small fire escape ladder that was still hung over his balcony. He climbed up quickly and then unhooked the ladder and folded it up in its original place. Rory's fluffy pink slippers still lay discarded on the floor. He smiled a small smile to himself and picked them up. He then walked into his room and looked around. His bed was unslept in and his bag was still packed. It looked untouched and he put down the shoes on the table beside his bed before flopping down and going straight to sleep.
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Rory had just been let out from a meeting with the Washington Representatives-or at least that's what she thought their name was-when her cell phone went off.
"Heh-llo?" Rory said.
"Faraway daughter of mine! How art thou? I can't tell you how great I've been without you here. I've really been getting it on! Just yesterday there was this massive party, and guess who threw it? Yours truly! It was shut down by the army generals-not pretty, but I escaped and now I'm in Vegas hanging with some other homies of mine who're running from the law also. This on the road, non-stop party, Almost Famous life isn't half bad." Lorelai announced giddily, ending with a flourish.
"So I hear." Rory answered; glad to hear her mother's voice. "So what was the reason for the army general shutdown?" She asked, wondering how far her mother could take this story.
"Oh, well, see-um the exact cause has not been proven." Lorelai stammered. Apparently not so far. Rory thought.
"Oh, right…well call me when you get it figured out."
"Will do." Lorelai replied. "So hon how's Washington?"
"Oh, it's um well, you know, Washingtonish." Rory responded. She had decided she shouldn't tell her mom about Jess since the reaction she got probably wouldn't be too enthusiastic.
"Oh yeah, definitely. I've heard many people describe Washington as Washingtonish. It's some great adjective that Washingtonish. I wouldn't be surprised if the next great American novel was named Washingtonish 'cause it's such a great word. You know…" "Enough!" Rory insisted. "Here, you want great adjectives? Washington is marvelous, stunning, spectacular, splendid, extravagant, phantasmagorical, grand, superb, dazzl…"
"Okay, jeez, I get it! So you're enjoying yourself I take it?" Lorelai asked
"Immensely." Rory replied, having decided to keep her answers short so her mother wouldn't push therefore forcing Rory to tell her about Jess.
"Oh, hon, Luke just got here-I gotta go."
"Luke's there huh? Something you wanna tell me mom?" Rory inquired.
"Ugh! Nothing like that! He's here to help me fix Ted."
"Ted's broken?" Rory questioned, now worried.
"Yup, two days ago. I've been deprived of home coffee ever since." Lorelai explained. "I think it's because I forgot to clean it four days in a row."
"Well, whatever you do, don't get a new coffee maker. Remember Lucy?"
"Oh yeah, Lucy was one devious coffee maker. Whoever thought machines could develop grudges?" Lorelai reminisced. "Kay, hon I gotta go but call me sometime soon pretty please?"
"Sure mom. I love you." She answered
"Bye sweetie-baby-cookie-honey" Her mother replied and Rory dropped her phone into her large brown purse. She then dug around in the bottom until she found what she was looking for, an old, used copy of Howl. She held onto it and made her way to the bench by their fountain where she loved to sit and read.
When she reached there, an interesting sight was played out before her. Jess was sitting and reading in the exact same spot she sat every day and read. "Freaky…" she muttered to herself before walking up to him from behind and saying, "Excuse me sir but I do think you've temporarily stolen my seat."
"Oh, is that so?" he asked, folding his book into his back pocket and focusing his attention on Rory. "Some Houdini act you pulled last night." He remarked.
"One, you mean this morning. And two, it was 5 am, I tried to wake you up but you sleep like the dead so I left. I didn't even leave quietly or sneakily or any other way that would be frowned upon, not exactly Houdini reference worthy."
"Fine, allow me to rephrase that. Some prostitute act you pulled last night." Jess retorted. Rory's mouth fell open.
"Nothing I did even vaguely resembled the acts of a prostitute! You better have an explanation for that remark buddy." Rory commanded.
"Prostitute sleeps with guy then slips out in the night, leaving him to never know what hit him." Jess explained.
"I did not sleep with you!" Rory exclaimed.
"Ah, but you did. You slept in my vicinity, therefore-you slept with me. Maybe not in the way people would normally think of 'sleeping together' but you still did it."
"Fine but please, for me, could you never phrase it like that again?" Rory pleaded.
"I suppose that can be arranged." Jess obliged.
Rory then felt a small pain in her stomach. "I'm starved." She remarked. "Can we go grab some pizza?"
"Fine by me."
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The two placed their orders and then sat down at a nearby table.
"I scoped out every place near here the day I arrived and have found the best coffee, the best pizza, best ice cream, best sandwiches, best Chinese, and best donut-pastry-bagel-Danish err, umm,,"
"Morning carb intake shop?" he prompted.
"Exactly." She replied. The two sat in silence before Rory interrupted it.
"So, interrogation time."
"Interrogation time?" He repeated, confused. "I'm here for two days and you're already going CSI Washington on me?"
"Well, I need to get some answers and I need them to be straightforward. The best way to do that is imply an interrogation." She replied simply.
"Fine."
"I get ten questions. You have to answer completely truthful." She said
"Hey, I can something out of this too!" He exclaimed.
"Then it's vice versa." She said.
"Fine." He said again.
"Ok, how long do you plan on staying here?"
"I have no idea."
"Oh, well that helps…" she muttered before moving onto the next question.
"Does anyone know you're here?"
"Nope. I told Luke I was going to New York for a friend's graduation. The guy'll believe anything."
"You can't stay here much longer. He'll get suspicious. Luke may be gullible but he's not stupid." She remarked. He couldn't help but notice that her face seemed to fall at this realization.
"Ok, back to the questions. Why did you really come here?" She asked, her eyes daring him to tell her the real answer. He thought long and hard about this one before coming up with the most honest answer he could.
"I have no answer for that."
She studied his deep brown eyes, searching them to figure him out. He had set up walls that were unbreakable. His face would never show his emotions. He wouldn't let anyone read him, not even Rory.
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They were walking down the busy street as the dusk began to fade and night started kicking in. This was her favorite time of day and she told him that.
"What's yours?" She asked.
"2 AM." He answered.
"You going to expand on that?"
"Nope." He said bluntly.
"Didn't think so."
They turned off onto the side street that led to their current residence. "So, what book are you reading?" she asked, to begin some sort of conversation.
"Oliver Twist." He responded. A small smile spread across her face as she said "Howl.", answering his question before he'd even asked it. They had now reached their building and were standing in almost the exact spot they'd almost kissed at the night before. He suddenly stopped and turned so that he was directly in front of her. She was shocked by how close he was. So close that she could feel his breath on her cheeks. She pretended it didn't bother her a bit though, as she stared into his eyes, refusing to look away.
"Funny." He whispered.
"What is?" She asked in equally hushed tones.
"That you, and I, always, seem to be thinking the same thing, at the same time." He answered haltingly before slowly moving in closer and closer to her. Their lips met all too so and every cell in her body jumped about 30 feet in the air. She crashed into the wall behind her for support and slipped her hands around his neck. The kiss was slow and passionate and his hands rested on her hips as he pulled away. Her body was melting. Her brain was turning to goo. She couldn't think or speak or even breathe. Slowly, she opened her eyes and he saw the expression in them. This look only made him want more and he leaned in again. Her hot breath was on his lips as he lingered for a moment before crashing down onto hers.
This kiss was stronger, he let out every emotion he'd felt for her. He let out the pain and anger, the long wait, the hurt, the passion, the love, the jealousy. She was blinded by white light, the flame that had been lit the moment he had touched her. He slowly licked her bottom, asking permission and she granted his wish, slowly opening her mouth. His tongue slipped ever so quickly and for a moment, she didn't know what had happened. Then, the heat of him slowly rising in her, she felt a small noise emanating in the back of her throat. She let out a soft, soulful moan that was muffled by his mouth, only heard by him and her. This noise egged him on and he slipped his hands under the back of her shirt in a deliberate manner. Her skin was smooth and soft, his hands were grateful for her warmth. His placed his fingers on the small of her back and pressed her closer to him, as close as possible. She was running her hands through the back of his unruly hair, her mouth having never stopped moving. Their teeth clinked together as she slid her tongue into his mouth, showing a huge amount of courage. For a moment time seemed to stop. Then, slowly, he began to come back to life. When had she learned to do this? He didn't want to think Dean. He wouldn't think Dean. She drew away for a moment to catch her breath before crashing back onto him with more ferocity, fighting, wanting, needed. She's sinking into him and he's sinking into her. It started out slow but now it's happening all too fast and they can't stop. Her mind flits back to the quicksand and she realizes that she's all the way gone. Her hands move to his neck, lightly running her fingertips across the small hairs. He's given into her innocent, childish seductiveness. He can't help it and moves his hips against hers, causing her to give a small jolt. Everything's disappearing. The world is floating away. She needs to catch her breath. She moans again as his tongue finds its way across her mouth. He needs he needs to stop but he can't.
Suddenly she rips off, untangling her hands from his hair and breathing heavily and erratically. She stared into his eyes as she caught her breath and stepped back. His expression looked lost and hungry. Hers was full of lust and want. They had gone too far that night and they both knew it. They were grateful for Rory's common sense kicking in.
"Goodnight Dodger." She whispered with a small smile before walking away.
AN: Hey, so there's the 3rd chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Of course, who can write a story without ReVeIwS???-Subtle enough for you?
X0x0x-Chloe