Title: Drunk or Not Chapter: Crying Dreams Rated: R
A/N: Sorry it took me soooo long to update, but I've been so busy with midterms and stuff plus my computer was being fixed, but its finally here! Love the scene from season 5, luke n lor breakup so thought I'd try it out, see how it works!! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Me owning GG is like, like...Jess liking Rand. Impossible!! :D.
Rory found herself sitting on the couch flipping through the channels and the next thing she knows she has it on Barbra Streisand in 'The Way We Were' It was barely thirty minutes into the movie and she's already going to the hall closet and pulling Jess' box down. She had completely refused to make one but Lorelai had made her saying that it was apart of the grieving process. She carries it back to the couch and looks through it one item at a time and the first item she comes across is a card with various players on it and the line: 'The problem all players have…' She opens the card and reads, '…is falling hard and not wanting to get back up.' Rory sighs and places the card on the side of her and reaches back inside the box. This time she pulls out a velvet jewelry box. She runs her thumb over it before opening it and seeing her engagement and wedding ring inside. The first was a square cut diamond with a gold band while the latter was a bigger version of the former. What she liked about it was the engraving on the inside: 'È qui il mio cuore. Custodirlo bene.' Here is my heart. Guard it well. She didn't want to put it up back in the box and she wasn't even aware of how much time had gone past. Before she puts her hand back in the box she spots 'Atlas Shrugged' and pulls it out. She runs her hand over the spine and spells it for what felt like hours before opening it. It automatically opens to the middle of the book and she runs her fingers over the gap in the center. A perfect square all through the remainder of the book. Jess' proposal. HE had placed the engagement ring at the center. Then, Rory couldn't figure out why he was so interested in the book because it was Ayn Rand. When she found it she had scolded him for cutting out the pages of a 'perfectly good book' and asked why he couldn't have used Hemingway. He had cut her off asking her for her answer. She said yes and promptly mourned the pages of the book. Rory sigs and closes the books as tears slide down her face. She hadn't cried over this in more than a year. The last time she had looked through the box. She doesn't remember getting up off the couch, carrying the book with her or picking up the phone and even dialing Jess' number. But she does ad the answering machine comes on.
"Jess, hi. Ah…its me, um…I know that I probably shouldn't be calling but, I was watching 'The Way We Were' and I don't know if you remember it, but it got me thinking and I was just wondering do you remember when Katie and Hubbell broke up because his friends were joking and he was…um, going off to Hollywood and she called him and asked him to come over because he was her best friend and she needed her best friend and…he came over and they talked and talked all night and they went off to Hollywood together which was, a disaster but it was great at first and I was just wondering…can you come over…just please…I really need to see you and talk to you—I mean I went through your stupid box, bet you didn't know I had a Jess box, huh?" She's past upset, in fact, that would be an understatement. The tears are falling thick and heavy. "…just, please come over. Please." She hangs up the phone and it doesn't take her long to realize what she did. She gets up and grabs her coat and heads for the door.
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It takes awhile for her to clear her head and to realize that she doesn't know where she's going. She promptly heads back home and is approaching the porch when she notices the door is open. Jess exits. She stops in her tracks and opens her mouth but nothing comes out.
He starts. "You okay?" She attempts to nod. "I got your message." He adds.
Rory sighs. And looks down. "Ah, yea…about that. I was just a little…drunk." She lies.
He looks at her skeptically. "Drunk?" He repeats. "You don't drink."
Rory looks startled. "I never said on alcohol." He looks confused. "Besides, that was a mistake. I can't exactly call you anytime I want." Beat. "I mean, I don't know what I was thinking—I wasn't thinking. It's not exactly like we're together. And we haven't been for…" She ponders even though she remembers it's been exactly two years, one month and five days. "…two years now. And to pretend otherwise now would be stupid and…foolish. I mean I couldn't possibly have been thinking. I…must have had a stroke or something. I mean I went looking through that stupid box." Pause. "I haven't been in there in over a year and all of a sudden I'm pulling out that stupid card for our anniversary and 'Atlas Shrugged'." She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms. "I can't just call you whenever I want. That's not how it works, and I called about that stupid movie; you probably think I'm insane—I am insane."
"Rory." Jess finally intervenes.
"What?" Rory responds harshly.
"Shut up." He says simply before closing the gap between them. She's startled beyond control and she barely has time to catch her breath before he's trailing his tongue over her lips. Her hands move to the front of his tee shirt on his chest as she slowly opens her mouth. She sighs at the gentle inquiry of his tongue and his hand moves to the side of her face and his thumb traces circles on her neck. He pulls away and moves to the next side of the stairs. Their breath mingles.
Rory tries to level her breathing. "How did we get here?" Her voice barely comes out and her eyelids suddenly feel heavy.
He slides his hand over his jaw. "I don't know." He responds huskily. "Rory, I don't know what the hell I'm doing here," He shakes his head, "but if you want me to stop, I will."
But she didn't want him to stop. She was engulfed by a craving so fierce that it left no room for rationale or even further discussion. She utters the only two words that came to mind and they were enough for him. "Don't stop." She hears his breath catch in his throat. "No, wait…" She loses her train of thought because he's kissing her again. She was too far gone to think clearly. She wanted this as she had never wanted anything inn her life. His hands move to her waist and it isn't long before she feels her back against the door. He was so close to her she could distinguish each smell clinging to his skin. He tasted of cigarettes and he smelled of soap and aftershave and when he touched the sides of her face, she quivers remembering that this was exactly how it was kissing him. It was good, so incredibly good, to be kissed by him again. He sucks greedily on her lips and she opens her mouth welcoming his warm, gently probing tongue. And when he leans further into her, she whimpers feeling his hips against hers. Her stomach is fluttering like mad and her mind is racing and she can't do anything except feel. And need. She needed him desperately—had for years.
"Jess." She breathes into his mouth.
He doesn't respond, he understands and reaches for the knob behind her. They stumble through the threshold and he kicks the door shut behind them.
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