They ate tangerines, kissing with their mouths sticky and dripping.
His fingers in her mouth, his own.
Her fingers in his mouth, her own.
His dark, ticking bedroom.
Only the moonlight.

And after awhile, Rory made another pot of strong coffee.
I can sleep on the bus.
It is four in the morning.

"Okay I have to leave in four hours," she says.
She is wearing his black Ramones t-shirt now. The pajama pants have been long abandoned next to his bed.
"I'm taking this shirt with me," she says.
"Okay," he says.
"It smells like you," she says.
"Is that good?" he says.
"Yes," she says.

"You said you were working on another novel. Tell me about it," she says.
She imagined him smoking and scribbling furiously in that little black notebook.
What do you write about in there? Do you write about me?

It's about us. I write about you a lot.
"I'll give you a few pages. You can read it on the bus. But not until you get on the bus. Okay?" Jess says.
He goes to his room to get some stuff he's written.
I'll give her this. This is good. Well, maybe not good...but it's not bad. And some of it is about her. I wonder if she'll know that some of it is about her.
He takes the first chapter and gives it to her.
"It's not my only copy. You can have this. It may not be worth the paper it's printed on, though. You've been warned," he says.
Everything he writes is so good. I can't wait to read this.
She takes it from him and tucks it into her bag.
He watches her bend over. Thinks about when they were in his bed.
"Are you checking me out?" she says, turning around.
"Absolutely," he says.
"Two weeks from now I have some more time off. I'm going back to Stars Hollow for a week. Come with me," she says.
"A week in Stars Hollow?" Jess laughs.
"You say you hate it, but you don't. I think you secretly love it," she says.
You're right. It's not so bad. It's almost okay when you're there, Rory.
"We could stay at the Dragonfly!" she says.
"You're cute," he says.
"Will you do it?" she asks.
"What do you think?" he says.
"It'll be so fun and I know Luke will be stoked,"
"Good ol' Uncle Luke," Jess says.
I love Luke. He's the best guy I know. Always has been.
"Welcome back Jess Mariano to Stars Hollow. I could ask Taylor if he could get a banner," Rory teases.
"Don't even joke about that," he says.
Rory just smiles and smiles.

"Wanna sleep for an hour and then watch the sun come up?" he says.
Wanna live with me? Wanna eat tangerines every night before bed? Wanna marry me and wanna move to New York City and have coffee in Washington Square Park every morning and watch the sun come up? Wanna write a book with me? And we can fuck while it rains against the windows. I want to tell you everything. I just want you.
"Yes please," she says.
I do. I wanna sleep with you and I wanna stay up all night reading what you write. I wanna live together. I wanna get married. I wanna walk around in your clothes and write in the margins of your books. And we can sit on the floor and drink cold red wine from plastic cups and listen to records. I want to tell you everything. I just want you.
"Okay. Come here," he says, holding his hand out for her.
Do you know what you mean to me? Have I told you enough? Can I?
His bed, again.
I love you.
Fingertips and kissing and heartbeats in the dark.
I'm going crazy inside.
The A/C clicks on.
I can't hear anything.
Just air.