Title: Sex or Love

Author: Bru Cardoso

Summary: Rory is a successful businesswoman in her mid-twenties with no time - or skill - for relationships. Jess is a good looking guy who is willing to spend a night pleasing a woman as long as she pays for it. What happens when they meet? AU Lit

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters; do own the plot. You know the drill.

A/N: First I have to apologize. A lot has been going on in my life and I couldn't update faster. I also have to thank everyone who haven't given up on me and keep reading my stuff as well as everyone who reviewed.

CharliLee: Thank you sooo much for the reviews! And you're right, in a way I know them – even though there is no hooker/client relationship in real life; a lot of this is me.

June: Thank God, I'm not dead. As far as I know I don't have cancer, I don't plan on jumping off a cliff and well, anyone can get hit by a car, but hopefully I won't. 'Sex or Love' is far from done, don't worry; and I don't compare my stories. I know some are good and some are painful to read, but they are all me and that's why I work on many stories at the same time. But I'll try to update more frequently.

Lee, Michella77, pam halliwell, maymayisarjlovr, Emilee Carter: Thank you!

Chap 10

He walked the short distance from the corridor to her door, knocked twice and waited. He waited a couple of minutes but no one answered. She usually didn't take this long and he was starting to wonder if she had forgotten of their 'date'. Finally she opened the door, hair disheveled and a bit out of breath.

"Oh, hey," she said, obviously surprised to see him there.

"Hi. Uhm… you told me to come over tonight around eight, so…" he said, feeling the need to explain his presence there.

She looked inside her apartment apprehensive, in the direction of the study across from her room. "Oh, yeah. God, I forgot. I'm so sorry," she told him, biting her lip nervously.

He studied her for a moment. "If you have some company, it's okay. I mean, you knew you could always date whomever you wanted… I just didn't know, I mean, I never thought…"

"Jess, it's not like that…"

"No, it's okay. Really. You're free to do whatever you want and be with whomever you want… I should just go…."

"No, let me explain!" she pleaded but he had already turned away and was walking down the corridor.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's okay, really. I don't want to intrude; just go back to your date."

"Jess…" she started but a small voice interrupted her.

"Rory, are you coming back?"

Jess stopped in his track and turned around to find a boy around four next to Rory, looking up at her. He had the same blue eyes and dark hair she had.

"Yeah, I'm going back in a moment Will. Why don't you go back and start the movie?"

The little boy nodded but then he noticed Jess, "Who is he?"

Rory shifted her weight from a foot to another, "Uhm… Will, this is my friend Jess."

"Hi Jess," the little boy greeted with a wave. "Are you going to watch the movie with us?"

Jess shook his head slightly with a small smile.

"Why?" he asked before turning to Rory. "Don't you want him to watch the movie with us, Rory?" he looked disappointed at Rory.

She smiled at Will, "Sure I want him to join us." She looked up at Jess with a nervous smile, "Do you want to stay and watch the movie?"

Jess shrugged, "If you're sure it's okay."

She nodded and Will exclaimed, "Yeah!", excited with the new company.

"Okay Will, why don't you go and start the movie? We will be there in a minute."

"Okay," the boy said, running to the study room.

"Huh, I didn't know you had a son," Jess said more surprised than he already looked.

Rory shook her head laughing lightly, "Oh, no. He is not my son; he's my baby brother. My mom and step-father went on a 'honeymoon weekend' and asked me to take care of him."

"Ah," Jess sighed, not sure why he felt a bit relieved. For a second he had felt like he didn't know anything at all about her and for some reason that scared him. "So, you sure about me staying?"

"Yeah, sure, unless you don't want you. I mean, you don't have to…"

"No, it's okay. I'd like that," he said stepping into the apartment and taking off his jacket. He went to the study room to find Will slouched on the couch with huge amounts of junkie food around him.

"So, what film are we watching?" he asked the little boy while sitting by his side.

"Well, Rory said I could choose whatever movie I wanted, so I thought we could start with "Brother Bear" and then watch "Ice Age I and II".

Jess smirked. "It sounds you have it all figured out."

The boy smiled and nodded proud of himself, "Yeah, and I also sorted all junkie food we will need. Here is the chocolate kind, over there are the chips, and in this side we have the sugared kind."

Rory watched the scene from the doorway, "Mom would be proud of you."

"Yeah, only one thing missing." He looked at his older sister with puppy eyes, "Rory, can I have a cup of coffee."

She giggled, "What mom would say?"

"That I'm a true Gilmore and that she is proud," he said grinning.

"And Luke?"

"That I'm too young and I can't drink coffee," he said with a scowl.

"And what you usually do then?"

"Wait until dad leaves to have coffee with mommy," he said obviously.

Jess looked baffled and amused at the same time. Rory on the other hand, seemed to be expecting those answers.

"Tell you what, you can have one cup tonight and tomorrow I'll talk to mom about how many cups you can have a day."

He pouted giving her the bambi eyes but she only giggled. "Don't even try that with me! I taught you that!"

He stuck his tongue at his older sister and after a cup of coffee they started watching the movie, but Jess was paying more attention to the interaction between brother and sister than to what was happening on the screen.

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When the credits started to roll Jess looked to his side to see a smiling Rory and a sleeping Will. He smirked, Well, I can't say I have ever had a night like this… It surely was interesting."

She turned to him smiling and blushed. "Yeah… Well, thank you for staying. Will had a great time. I did, too."

"Well, I should go…" he trailed off.

She bit her lip and shyly cut him off, "Unless you want to stay."

"What about Will?"

"He likes you; he won't mind you staying."

"You sure… I don't want to mess up with his mind."

"You won't; trust me."

"Okay then," he stood up and she followed his lead.

"Would you mind carrying him to his bed?"

Jess shook his head and took the boy into his arms, following Rory to a small room he hadn't noticed. The room was simple, painted in sky-blue with a small bed and a drawer in a corner and many toys scattered around. He put the boy on the bed and Rory tucked him in, like a mother would.

They've left the room and as soon as Rory closed the door he pushed her against the wall, kissing her. She was surprised in the beginning and it took her a moment to respond, wrapping her arms against his neck.

When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against her shoulder, "I've been waiting the whole night to do this?" he told her and she could only beam.

They walked to her room and he looked down at her, "Should I leave the door open?"

"Nah, Will is a big boy, he doesn't come to my room in the middle of the night anymore."

He closed the door and locked it. When he turned around he was surprised to see that Rory had started a teasingly slow strip. He sat on the bed, carefully watching her and she glared at him, "Liking the show?" she mocked.

He just nodded watching her every move.

"I guess I should be the one charging then?"

He only smirked like the cat that ate the canary and raised an eyebrow at her comment, which in turn made her blush. She stripped down to her panties and walked up to him, standing between his legs, "You're still fully clothed," she pointed out.

He looked up at her with a bittersweet smile and tired eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Tough day."

"What happened?"

He shrugged, looking ahead, "You know, this and that."

She watched him for a moment, "Lunch client?" she questioned.

He rested his forehead on her belly sighing and kissed it as answer. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. He looked up and she locked eyes with him, "You tired?" she asked.

He shrugged, not wanting to tell her how tired he really was. She knew about the other women, but she didn't have to hear about it from his lips.

She knelt in front of him and kissed the corner of his mouth before licking it and really kissing him. After a few moments she pushed away holding the sides of his head with both hands and looked into his weary eyes. "You're not in the mood for this," she stated.

"Rory… tonight… I'm yours. You don't have to worry about me."

She looked down smiling sadly and shook her head, "I've told you, I don't want this to be only about me. If you're not in the mood, then we don't do anything."

He raised his eyebrow, "Then what?"

She laid down bringing him down with her and places her head over his shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Then, we lie here, and we sleep. And if we want we can kiss and make out and maybe more. Or not. It's all about what we want. Not just me."

He grinned, finally believing her and nuzzled her neck, rolling them over and getting on top of her. He kissed his way down from her to her breasts, sucking them while she moaned. His hands traveled down and tugged at her panties until she let him take them off of her. He attacked her mouth again, distracting her while his hands spread her legs and he pushed a finger into her. She arched her back and he smirked proud of himself and the effects he could cause on her. As her moans got a louder, but not enough to wake up Will, he pushed a second finger in. He rubbed all her sensitive spots and kissed her senseless until she lost all control, shaking, groaning and calling his name; all at the same time.

When her trance was fading he held her by her sides, hiding his face on the crook of her neck. Her breathing was labored, there was a grin on her face and a buzz in her ears.

"That was…" she started.

"Good?" he offered.

She looked down at him, blushing slightly, "Good is a word to define it, yeah."

He smiled and kissed her neck absentmindedly.

"You know you didn't have to… right?"

"Stop it," he laughed. "I know that but I wanted to, okay?"

She bit her lip to keep from smiling, "Okay then," she paused. "Now, how about we get you out of these clothes?"

He let her undress him down to his boxers and before he could notice it she had taken control, pulling her body half on top of him and grinding her hips against his.

He groaned and threw his head back, "Okay, you said yourself that I was tired, so what are you trying to do? Kill me?"

She smirked in a way he recognized as his own, "Now, where would be the fun in that?"

He shook his head and kissed her, "I think it's time we get some sleep."

She nodded and turned around to lie besides him, barely touching his arm, "Good night, Jess."

He pulled her back against his chest, fitting her body into his and his lips brushed against her nape, "Good night, Rory."

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"Rory? Rory? Rory!" She heard someone calling her name and a pounding from far away. At first she thought it was a dream, but when she recognized the voice she opened her eyes.

"Will?" she asked in a voice full of sleep.

"Rory? Your door is locked!" he told her as if she didn't know.

She looked at her side, where Jess was sleeping on his belly and bit her lip. "Hold on," she called out.

Se stood up and put on an oversized tee that went down to her knees and a pair of panties. She carefully opened the door, careful so he wouldn't see inside.

"Hey baby, how did you sleep?"

"Good. Why was your door locked?"

"Will…" she tried to start, but before she could go on he ran inside the room, heading to the bed as he was used to do when he slept over at Rory's.

"Will, no!" she tried to stop him but it was too late.

He jumped on the bed waking up Jess with a startle as Will sat down surprised.

"You slept on Rory's bed?"

Jess looked from the boy to Rory and back again, not knowing what to say. Rory just shrugged also lost, so he decided to go with the truth and said a quiet, "Yeah."

The small boy frowned, "Why? Are you scared of the dark?"

Jess couldn't help but smirk, "Not exactly. It was late so Rory invited me to stay."

Will nodded silently.

"Do you mind?" Jess asked truly concerned.

The boy tilted his head to the side, "Can you make breakfast?"

Jess smirked at the question and looked up at Rory, "Yeah, I can cook. Do you want to help me in the kitchen?"

His big blue eyes lit up and he jumped again, "Can I really?"

"Yeah, let's go."

The boy ran to the kitchen while Jess slowly stood up, stretched and put on a pair of sweat pants and a white wife beater he had left in her place from their last time together. He walked up to Rory and wrapped his arms around her waist while kissing her, "Good morning."

She just smiled, watching the two boys walking down to the kitchen.

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"Rory! Rory! What are we going to do today?" Will asked excitedly while having his breakfast.

She smiled adoringly at her little brother, "Well baby, I was thinking we could go to the park and then to that book store that you love. Maybe go to the movies if we have time."

"Do you like parks Jess?" Will asked while chewing on his pancakes.

"Baby," Rory cut in, "Jess isn't going with us.

Will tilted his head and gave Rory his puppy eyes, "He won't? Why?"

"Will, Jess has other things to do. He was being nice staying with us last night but we can't ask him to just cancel his agenda and spend the day with us," she told him slowly, trying to make him understand.

"What if I want to?" Jess questioned, surprising her.

"Yeah, what if he wants to?" Will repeated petulantly.

Rory looked into Jess' eyes, "Then you're more than welcomed to join us."

"Okay then. How about you go help Will change while I wash the dishes?"

"Great!" Will shouted and ran to his room. Rory also stood up and followed her brother, but not before kissing Jess and murmuring a 'thank you'.

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The were arriving at Rory's apartment from their visit to the park and the book store when Will sat on the living room couch with a thoughtful expression. He silently observed Jess for a moment, then asked, "Are you Rory's lobster?" referring to a Friends episode Lorelai loved to joke about.

"What?" Jess asked, truly confused.

"No!" Rory said at the same time.

Will giggled at the scene, but then frowned, " Then what is he?"

"He is… a friend."

"A friend?" Will repeated in deep thoughts. "A friend like Logan?"

Rory sighed, "No, not a friend like Logan, baby."

Jess looked at her questioning but she simply looked away.

"But," Will started again, "Jess slept in your bed. Logan used to sleep in your bed."

Jess' eyes started to burn roles on Rory's back, but she refused to look at him. She looked down at Will instead and held his hands in her to keep his attention, "Will, Logan was a different kind of friend. I know he used to sleep in my bed just like Jess did last night, but that's all. Jess is completely different from Logan."

The small boy nodded, "Good, 'cause mom says she hated that freaking bastard. What's a freaking bastard, Rory?"

She sighed, cursing her mother for ever saying something like that in front of Will and squirmed, knowing Jess' gaze was still on her.

"Uhm… I'm not sure what that means, baby. How about we wait until mom comes back and then you ask her?" she suggested, praying he would agree.

"Okay," he shrugged and she sighed in relief.

"Hey Will, why don't you go read hat book we bought you and then we tuck you in?" Jess asked.

"Okay," the boy said, jumping down from the couch and walking to his room.

Jess looked at her and said only one word, "Logan?"

"I thought you didn't talk to your clients about their personal lives. Should I feel especial now?" she asked cynically.

He shook his head disappointed, "I just thought you could tell me this one thing about your life since I don't know anything about you and you know even about my childhood problems. Guess I was wrong." He turned around and went to her room, slamming the door behind him.

She sat on the couch and put her head in her hands, sighing as if the weight of the world was in her shoulders.

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About an hour later she silently slipped into her room. He laid on his side of the bed ignoring her, so she sat on her side with her to back facing him.

"In my second year in Yale I met Logan. He was an arrogant, cocky, rich playboy. I still don't know how but I fell for him. Hard. My major back then was journalism and after a while his father got me an internship in one of his newspapers. When it was just about to finish he told me I didn't have it in me to be a journalist and that I should quit. So I did. I quit Yale and stole a yacht with Logan; stupid, I know. My mom bailed me out of jail but she didn't want me to drop out of Yale, so we've ended up having this huge fight and I went to live with my grandparents' pool house. My life revolved only in going to DAR meetings, doing community work – my sentence for the yacht fiasco, and of course, Logan. After a while I became the perfect trophy wife without a life of my own, so Logan did what he was supposed to do; he proposed."

She paused with tears in her eyes. "I was going to marry him! I was going to fuck marry him!" She paused again, swallowing her tears. "A couple of months before our wedding his sister got married, and of course, I was one among dozens of maids of honor. While we were getting ready they started talking about the guys attending the wedding with whom they had slept with and then they started talking about Logan."

Her voice was bitter, cold and distant while she continued with the story, "Every single one of them had slept with him while we were dating. He tried to convince me he was just trying to be sure that I was the right one, that I had to understand and accept it like a good wife would. I guess it was just then I realized what I had gotten myself into."

She shook her head and took a shaky breath, "After that I left him, made up with my mom and got into Harvard's business school." She turned her head around and finally looked at him for the first time since she entered the room, "And now, here I am."

Jess crossed the bed and knelt just behind her, hugging her from behind. "It's over," he whispered into her ear.

"I know, I know."

"You don't have to ever see him again."

"Yeah, just his picture on the paper every now and then." At Jess' questioning look she added, "His name is Logan Huntzberger."

"As in the Huntzberger papers?" he asked shocked.

She nodded.

"Wow! You surely know how to pick them!" he commented and she laughed.

"I'm sorry about before."

He nodded, "It's okay. You're right, you're the client-"

She shook her head vehemently. "It's not okay; I wasn't fair. I Know I'm just another client but you're not just another guy that gets me into bed… you know there is no one else… That's not the point. What I mean is that I had no right to say that and I appreciate you sharing some of your stuff with me. I'm just not used to sharing things about my life with anyone; but I'll try," she told him hopeful he would understand. And he did.

He didn't bother to comment on the 'just another client' thing, thinking it was better to let it slip this time – for both their sakes. He kissed her mouth sweetly, "I'll tuck Will in and I'll be back in a minute, okay?"

She nodded and smiled dumbly as he left the room, watching his retreating back.