Pulling the crocheted cardigan closer around her shivering body, Rory
strode along the sidewalk with a short, brisk face. Careful not to smudge
her carefully applied makeup, she tucked wayward strands of looping hair
behind her ear. A bitter wind shrieked through the quiet town, and Rory
silently cursed herself for not wearing a light jacket. Now jogging down
the vacant sidewalk, or as much jogging as she could do with her platform
sandals, Rory hugged her body, trying to contain some warmth. As she was
limping, she spotted a small black compact car whooshing by, spraying murky
rainwater all over her brand new clothes. Shivering violently in the
intense cold, with her sopping clothes plastered to her curved figure, Rory
slowly hobbled to a nearby bench, already feeling blisters sprouting from
the soles of her feet.
As she was seating herself down on the bright orange bench, the deafening of a roaring motor filled her ears. Slowing to a stop, the rider of the flashy silver and black motorcycle bike lifted off his black helmet. Jess couldn't help but feel a slight twitching in his pants at the sight of the angelic girl in front of him, with her skimpy clothes clinging to her body like a second skin, her luscious tresses plastered to her small face, and her silky lips turned down to a pout. Rory's frown deepened as she recognized whom her knight in shining armour was. Jess. Although Rory could feel her heart melt at the sight of him in a pair of baggy dark blue jeans, a tight-fitting white tank top, and a black leather jacket, Rory wasn't going to play the little naïve angel. She was going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Crossing her arms under her sloping breasts, Rory's eyebrows knit together in a scowl. "It's you again. Jess, right? Well, I'll have you know that you can't play me around like a marionette, pulling the strings whenever you please. I'm not totally naïve and unknowing, and I won't have you just thinking that you can shove your lips on mine and that you can just leave. I'm not like that, and I'm not going to play any of your little games," Rory huffed, her face bright red, and her hands flailing in the air like she was about to drown.
"So you won't accept my offer to drive you to the diner and get you a cup of coffee?" Jess asked, licking his lips at the sight of the drenched goddess in front of him. Her nipples were hard and erect from the cold, and were showing through the skimpy material of her top.
Rory took a step closer, her breath hot on Jess's neck. "I never said that I didn't like the kiss. All I said was that you can't just kiss me, and then leave. I need to return the favour." And with that, Rory cupped Jess's chin in her hands and dove down to capture his lips with hers. Tracing his lower lip with her tongue, Rory probed at the tiny partition of his lips like a mosquito sawing through skin to get its blood, and then battled with his tongue for dominance. Back and forth, back and forth, one never losing, one never winning. Memorizing every inch of his mouth, Rory slowly pulled away. Jess was panting heavily, and his cheeks were flushed a bright pink.
"Well, what are you staring at me for? Didn't you say you were going to buy me a cup of coffee?"
A/N: Hey, peeps! I love you all, thank you, thank you, thank you for reviewing. I'd give you all cookies if I had them. Right now though, I need a favour. I need to get a couple of new characters into the story, and I need your help! You can star in my story, all I need is a brief description of you (hair colour, eye colour, height, weight, age, clothing style) your personality, and who you think you should be in the story (Jess's aunt, Rory's cousin, Luke's girlfriend, Lorelai's sister... etc) I don't know! But if you do this, it'll help a lot. I promise that if I get at least 3 different entries, I'll submit one of them into my story in the next chapter. I'll add more of you peeps as the chapters go on. Keep those descriptions coming! Later, and I love you all. (Kisses)
As she was seating herself down on the bright orange bench, the deafening of a roaring motor filled her ears. Slowing to a stop, the rider of the flashy silver and black motorcycle bike lifted off his black helmet. Jess couldn't help but feel a slight twitching in his pants at the sight of the angelic girl in front of him, with her skimpy clothes clinging to her body like a second skin, her luscious tresses plastered to her small face, and her silky lips turned down to a pout. Rory's frown deepened as she recognized whom her knight in shining armour was. Jess. Although Rory could feel her heart melt at the sight of him in a pair of baggy dark blue jeans, a tight-fitting white tank top, and a black leather jacket, Rory wasn't going to play the little naïve angel. She was going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Crossing her arms under her sloping breasts, Rory's eyebrows knit together in a scowl. "It's you again. Jess, right? Well, I'll have you know that you can't play me around like a marionette, pulling the strings whenever you please. I'm not totally naïve and unknowing, and I won't have you just thinking that you can shove your lips on mine and that you can just leave. I'm not like that, and I'm not going to play any of your little games," Rory huffed, her face bright red, and her hands flailing in the air like she was about to drown.
"So you won't accept my offer to drive you to the diner and get you a cup of coffee?" Jess asked, licking his lips at the sight of the drenched goddess in front of him. Her nipples were hard and erect from the cold, and were showing through the skimpy material of her top.
Rory took a step closer, her breath hot on Jess's neck. "I never said that I didn't like the kiss. All I said was that you can't just kiss me, and then leave. I need to return the favour." And with that, Rory cupped Jess's chin in her hands and dove down to capture his lips with hers. Tracing his lower lip with her tongue, Rory probed at the tiny partition of his lips like a mosquito sawing through skin to get its blood, and then battled with his tongue for dominance. Back and forth, back and forth, one never losing, one never winning. Memorizing every inch of his mouth, Rory slowly pulled away. Jess was panting heavily, and his cheeks were flushed a bright pink.
"Well, what are you staring at me for? Didn't you say you were going to buy me a cup of coffee?"
A/N: Hey, peeps! I love you all, thank you, thank you, thank you for reviewing. I'd give you all cookies if I had them. Right now though, I need a favour. I need to get a couple of new characters into the story, and I need your help! You can star in my story, all I need is a brief description of you (hair colour, eye colour, height, weight, age, clothing style) your personality, and who you think you should be in the story (Jess's aunt, Rory's cousin, Luke's girlfriend, Lorelai's sister... etc) I don't know! But if you do this, it'll help a lot. I promise that if I get at least 3 different entries, I'll submit one of them into my story in the next chapter. I'll add more of you peeps as the chapters go on. Keep those descriptions coming! Later, and I love you all. (Kisses)
