A/N: Thanks to everyone who read. Additional thank you's to those who read AND reviewed.

NB! I've upped the rating to M this chapter and for good reason.

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls ain't mine and none of the characters are either.

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A PROPER MAKEUP

I feel Jess stretching behind me and I turn over to face him.

"Morning." He says.

"Morning." I whisper.

Silence.

I don't say anything and neither does he. I am going crazy not knowing whether he's forgiven me or not. I'm fidgeting with a loose thread on the sheet contemplating whether I should just come right out and ask him. I try to work up the courage to do so, but fall short as I am not sure I want to hear his response.

"I'm sorry." I repeat my statement from last night.

"I know you are."

"Really sorry." I emphasise while bravely making eye contact. "I never meant for you to be upset or anything, I just…It's difficult this thing with mom. Her and I were all right again after that whole disaster last year, and I was scared I'd ruin that. And you and me is something I want and she doesn't understand it. She just doesn't get it."

"Even if she doesn't get it, she might be okay with it." After a second he adds. "Eventually."

"She's not. She might be eventually, but at the moment, last night, she seemed far from okay with it."

"Look," he shifts a little in the bed so that we're eyelevel with each other. "I never expected her to be happy about me being back in your life. Yes I admit that like I said last night, I thought she'd be okay with it. That she would tolerate it. But the thing that got to me was that with you not telling her it was like you weren't sure. Like you had the same doubts about me that she has."

"I don't. And I am sure."

"Good. Me too."

God, I hope he gets just how sorry I am because I'm running out of ways to tell him.

I study his face trying to read him. Trying to find some sort of sign telling me for sure whether he's forgiven me or not.

Finally I give up.

"Are we okay?" My voice is timid.

Jess takes my hand in his and entwine our fingers.

"Yeah, we're okay."

I smile. A smile which he returns with a beautiful smile of his own. The sparkle in his eyes is back and I can tell that it is indeed okay. He's no longer hurt and we're okay.

He leans in to kiss me and I am hungry for it so I deepen it. The kiss slows down and he lingers on my lips before pulling back and looking in my eyes. His hand squeezes mine and he brings it up kissing it lightly and the very un-Jess-like gesture makes me giggle.

"Do you realize we actually had a long serious conversation last night?" I ask him.

"I do."

"We have never had one of those before."

"Can't say I recall one."

"Thank you." I say to him. I know that wasn't easy for him and it would never have happened with the old Jess.

"Welcome." He kisses my forehead lightly.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask somewhat distracted.

He's playing with the strap of my tank top.

"'Course you can." He kisses my bare shoulder

"Are we like together, together now?"

"What do you mean together, together?"

He knows perfectly well what I mean. He just wants to hear me ask. Bastard.

I feel ridiculous. This is what you say to each other when you're twelve. I am twenty-one. I am above this.

"Are we boyfriend/girlfriend?" God, that sounds juvenile.

He smirks. Mocking me. "If you wanna be."

I smile, because despite the mocking and the sarcasm I know he meant it, and I kiss him.

I intended it to be a short sweet kiss, but Jess has other plans. He licks my bottom lip and I respond immediately, opening my mouth. The passion grows rapidly. Jess is stroking his tongue against mine and wrapping my arm around him I press my body against his. He rolls over on his back bringing me on top of him. I straddle his hips and pull him up in a sitting position never breaking our kiss. Jess slips his hands under my tank top and explores the skin of my back. I grip his shoulders tightly and softly moan at the sensation.

I can't take it anymore. I need to feel his skin against mine. I slide my hands down his chest and grabbing the hem of his t-shirt I pull it over his head and toss it on the floor. Following my lead he takes off my tank top. Now that we're both free of clothes on our upper bodies he pulls me into a tight hug. My fingers get lost in his hair and I lightly kiss his neck. The vein in his neck is throbbing and I trace my tongue down it, before stopping to suck at a particular spot I remember used to make him moan. And as he does, I lightly bite him causing him to break away from our hug and crash his lips to mine in a fierce kiss.

I cradle his head in my hands and give in to the kiss letting him take control and set the pace. I shiver as his hands travel slowly from my hips up to my breasts. My heart is pounding and I nearly lose my mind as I feel Jess hands gently kneading my breasts in his hands. Breaking our kiss my head tumbles back as he traces his thumbs around hardened nipples. I lose control and force my hips against his and he groans loudly as I push against that particular spot. Feeling him hard against me does little to calm me and sends me even further into my foggy state. And knowing it's me affecting him this way only adds to my excitement.

His hands have moved and are now tugging at the sweatpants I'm wearing. I move off of him and remove them and my underwear and climb back into bed all in the space of about seven seconds. Back in bed I remove the last of Jess' clothing as well. I am about to go back into my earlier position when Jess takes control. He pushes me down on my back and settles between my legs. But he doesn't enter me. Not yet.

Instead he takes his sweet time teasing me trailing hot open-mouth kisses down my neck and across my collar bone. Then he moves and takes my left breast in his mouth and my fingers grip the sheets tightly, trying to release the tension that seems to be all too much.

"Oh, Jess." I arch my back.

I want to feel him.

Really feel him.

I grab his shoulders and pull slightly and he gets the hint. Coming up to face me he trails kisses from my stomach and up to my lips where he gives me a soft kiss.

He reaches into the night stand and comes back with a condom.

"I'm on the pill." I say barely finding my voice and take it from him tossing it somewhere on the floor.

He nods and goes for another kiss, this time it's wet and full of fervour. Suddenly I feel his hand between my legs and I moan into the kiss as he actually inserts a finger into my body. He is stroking me slowly and adds another finger when I push against him. I break the kiss to bite down hard on my lip and my breathing comes out in pants as Jess adds more pressure. His fingers move with ease in a steady rhythm and all I can do is try not to scream. He's in control and I am more than happy to have given it up.

He removes his fingers and strokes his hands up the length of my body. He braces himself up on his palms and I'm not getting enough contact. I pull on his arms and he bends them and instead uses his elbows to hold himself up. He has slowed down his actions, but I can feel his heart pounding in his chest and his eyes are studying my face.

"Beautiful." He says and traces his forefinger across my eyebrows, my nose and my lips.

His simple comment means the world to me and I kiss him. A kiss to which he responds eagerly.

And then he enters me. He pulls out of our kiss and buries his face in my shoulder as I arch my back in time with his thrusts. The feeling of him inside me is overpowering and I can't concentrate on anything else. The passion is delirious and we're no longer able to hold back. His thrusts are hard and I grind my hips against his, our pace is quickening and we are both desperately searching for our release. Leaning his weight on his knees, his hands busy themselves with my body and they feel rough against my sensitive skin. I moan loudly as he kneads my left breast in his hand while he increases the intensity of his thrusts. I'm close to my climax and as Jess forces his tongue into my mouth in a hot kiss, I am pushed over the edge. I pull back to let out a scream and push against him as my muscles clench around him. He groans loudly and thrusts into me one more time before reaching his own climax. He rests against me as we both try to regain our breath.

Jess gently removes himself from me and rolls over on his side. He pulls me into a hug. I close my eyes and don't concentrate on anything other than the sound of his heartbeat. I feel him kiss my temple and I sigh cuddling even closer. Sex has left me exhausted and I feel myself drifting asleep.

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I wake up to find Jess staring at me, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. I smile at him and drop a soft kiss on his chest.

"Hi." I whisper.

"Hey, yourself." He smirks.

I lay my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes. Then I feel Jess' fingers lightly skim down my arm. He draws a pattern I can't make out before reaching my hand and entwining our fingers. His gentle explorations elicit a tingling feeling running all through my body.

I feel him shifting onto his back. For a second I pout at the sudden loss of skin on skin contact, but then he pulls me to lie directly on top of him on his chest. Curious as to what exactly he has in mind, I do nothing to help him. And he manages just fine on his own. With a firm grip around my thigh he removes my leg from in between his and places it so that I am straddling his hips. Adjusting my hips a little bit to fit perfectly with his own, he apparently has me where he wants me. His hands go down my back, one arm wrapping around my waist holding me in place and the other slung casually across my butt.

In my foggy post-sex-state I have never felt closer to anyone. And I thank him by giving him a soft kiss.

"Can you stay here 'til Sunday?" He nuzzles my neck.

"Of course. You think I'd go home after that?"

He chuckles against my skin and places a wet kiss on my collarbone.

"Good, huh?" He smirks.

I blush furiously and bury my face in his chest.

"Yes, it was." I admit quietly.

He chuckles.

"That's another thing we've never done before." He smirks and I laugh despite myself at his horrible joke.

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A/N: There's nothing like making up, right?

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