A/N: A short chapter tonight, but I feel like this stands on its own within the story that other scenes after it would be pointless. I intended for other plot developments but they took me to a different place, because it's Jess and Rory. Hope you enjoy!
It was the next morning and another sunny day in Philadelphia finding Rory and Jess cuddled against each other under the covers. Jess hadn't been able to keep his hands off of Rory in some way shape or form since they'd left the movie theater last night. He was curled around her back, hand under her tank top stroking her stomach. His head was leaned over her shoulder reading her book with her. She had been reading a book of Pablo Neruda poems and was trying to convince him slowly to gain an affinity for poetry. He didn't quite get it, but she seemed to love it and he liked the pensive look on her face when she read it. Every poet she made him read gave a particular kind of expression. When they read Emily Dickinson her pensive look was more frustrated than anything, trying to decipher the riddles between the lines. He couldn't deny that Pablo was sexy though.
"Read this one," he heard her instruct him. She turned her head towards him and gave him a soft look that worked to convince him to do many things. "Please?"
He grunted in mock annoyance and leaned over a little more to get a better look at the page. He started to read, his voice still full of sleep, hoarse and gruffer than usual. He leaned down, eyes still on the page to speak into her ear, feeling her shudder at his words.
Barely
risen from sleep,
I relinquish the water,
enter your sleeves,
my legs look for
the hollows of your legs,
He stroked her stomach, kneading her skin around to her waist, to the underside of her breasts. Once he finished he laid a simple kiss on her cheek and she murmured a thank you while she closed the book. She turned on her back to look at him, stroking his face and rubbing her thumb against the bristles of his five o clock shadow that was forming. She liked it, wanting him to keep it since he always seemed to groom it or shave it completely. There was a childish pride to it all, the fact that she had this man with her. Rory Gilmore, the bookish academic girl who never really seemed to care about boys or fitting in with the rest of the crowd was able to find this perfect nook with a man who wanted to understand her, could match her wit and love for music and books, and showed her new places. It felt perfect.
"I think I actually like that one," Jess admitted. Rory grinned and patted his cheek playfully. "I knew you would!"
"I will give Neruda this, his words are sexy. Very soulful. Every time we read this together you know I just want to be inside you, do what he's saying. Look for the hollow of your legs, snap your threads."
"Didn't you do that enough last night?"
"Can't help it," he shrugs. "It doesn't bother you at all does it?"
Rory furrowed her eyebrows. "No, no it doesn't. I…I like what we do?"
"You do?" he smirks. "What do you like about it?"
"Jess," she groans, turning beet red.
"I can tell because you're responsive as hell but I wanna know Rory. I realized after last night with how nervous you were to touch me that I don't always check in with you about our sex. You get nervous about how experienced you are compared to me and I should remember that."
Rory's gaze softened. "That's really sweet."
"So tell me, what do I do to you that you like?"
He kept his gaze on her, not letting her get away with not answering. He smiled encouragingly and kissed her cheek. "It's ok, you can tell me."
She sighed. "You really wanna know?"
"I do!"
"Well…I like your hands, when they put pressure on my skin."
"Like this?" he asks pressing his fingers against the underside of her breast. Her breath hitches and he smirks.
"Yeah like that. And when you hold my neck and press against my nape, clench my butt when I'm on top of you, and hold my breasts from behind," she rambled unable to stop telling him everything on her mind.
Jess's mind was bright with the images she brought up and his body stiffened around hers. He leaned down to kiss her neck feverishly and held her breast tightly making her moan in surprise.
"Keep going, tell me more," he said hoarsely.
"I…oh god," she felt him taking off her panties and reaching between her legs, feeling the wetness and rubbing her clit. "I like when you go down on me, I like when you're top of me and have your fingers in me and you look at me and smile. Oh god Jess please."
"Hand me that condom, open it."
She scrambles to reach his nightstand, picking up the plastic square and opening it quickly. She hands it back to him and rolls it on carefully before lifting Rory's leg and entering her swiftly and easily. They groan at the same time and Jess starts a steady pace, leaving just the tip before thrusting hard leaving her breathless every time.
"Tell me more Rory," he grunts.
"I like when you talk to me, when you tell me how good I feel, how much you like it. It makes me feel…oh…it makes me feel beautiful."
She turned her head towards Jess and looked in his eyes, leaning her forehead against his. They panted as he continued to thrust in her. Rory held Jess's face, kissing him softly, taking his lower lip and biting it. He growled and she grinned, loving the reactions she evoked in him. He held her leg higher and shifted them so that Rory was half on her stomach, allowing Jess to thrust deeper.
"You like this?" he grunts. He pushes her leg to the bed and presses his fingers against the inside of her thigh and she cries out.
"Yes!"
He leans down again to press his back against her body and uses his other hand to brush her hair back from her face. He kisses her neck softly in contrast to the rough way he continues to fuck her.
"Jess please, please talk to me," she pleads. She needs a little more, he's giving her so much but she just needs that little bit to put her over the edge.
"You want me to tell you how good you feel?"
"Please," she cries.
"Fuck you know how good you feel, I can't stop Rory I want you all the time. I want you when you're reading a book in the store, I want you when you're lying on the grass in the park and hiding from the sun, laughing at a movie. I want to make you feel good all the time."
She was breathless at this point, unable to do anything but hold onto the sheets and wrap her arm around Jess's neck tighter to ground herself. She buried her head in the pillow feeling overwhelmed, crying out. Jess laid his head next to hers and kissed her ear repeatedly, continuing to whisper to her.
"You're amazing Rory. Fuck, I don't know what you're doing to me I want you all the time."
"God, Jess please. Please."
He reached around her hips and furiously rubbed her clit, immediately causing a vice grip around his dick. She cried out repeatedly as she came, closing her eyes tightly and gripping Jess's neck, digging her nails into his skin. He slowed down his thrusts as she came down, kissing her cheek and shushing her as she sought for control over her breathing. She knew he was still hard once her senses came back to her and that he hadn't finished yet. She released her arm from around him and pushed him off her so that she could get on her back. She plopped back down on the bed and reached for him with tired eyes mumbling C'mere.
He gently got on top of her, between her legs that welcomed him back in her. He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers again and kissed her softly as he thrust in her at a steady pace. She stroked his hair and his back, opening her mouth to him to deepen the kiss. She tightened her legs around his waist and moved her hips in tandem with his, hissing as he started to hit the right spots in her body again. They broke their kiss and Rory looked into his concentrated face, seeing he was almost there, but he needed something, he needed something more. He always gave her so much and she needed to know how to get him there, how to leave him powerless to her like she did last night.
"What do you need?" she breathed against his lips. She kissed him quickly and gripped his hair.
"I don't…I don't…" he struggled to form words, still concentrating on the right rhythm to get him to the tipping point. She trailed kisses from his cheek back to his mouth.
"You make me feel so good Jess," she told him when she broke her kiss. "No ones ever made me feel as good as you, made me feel so wanted. It's scary, it's so perfect, you feel so good every time."
"Oh god, Rory," Jess buries his head in her neck again, losing his rhythm. "Keep going, please."
"Please come Jess, please. Like you did last night in the theater, let me make you feel as good as you make me feel all the time," she whispers in his ear. He cries out and convulses against, coming hard. Rory sighs and closes her eyes in satisfaction, leaning head back, continuing to stroke Jess's hair as he comes down. All you can hear in the room is the sound of the breathing coming back to a steady pace.
After a few minutes Jess raises his head and kisses the hollow of Rory's neck softly, trailing kisses until he reaches her lips, giving her a fiercely hard kiss.
"Holy shit," he laughs. "Rory what the fuck?"
She laughs along with him. "That was…"
"That was intense."
"That was more than intense. I didn't know Pablo made you that hot."
"It's not Neruda, you know it's all you."
"Jess…"
"Look I know what I said yesterday about not doing relationships but…it's never been that intense Rory. I can't see myself letting go of you when you leave here."
She smiled shyly, wanting to hide away from his intense gaze despite the incredibly intimate things they had just been doing. This is what he liked about Rory, how she didn't understand how beautiful, smart and funny she was. Enough that she had caught his attention, kept it, and expanded it continuously.
"So what does that mean?"
"It means, that when you go back to Stars Hollow and Yale, and some guy sees the same things I do and wants you as much as I do, I want you to remember that there's a guy in Philadelphia that doesn't want you to leave him."
Rory's eyes widened. "Does that mean you're my boyfriend?"
Jess grimaced. "I haven't been a boyfriend in years I don't even know what that means anymore."
Rory giggled. "I can teach you…tutor you even. You're a very fast learner after all."
"Can we take it slow on the calling me your boyfriend part? It's just more than I'm used to," he admits.
She bites her lip. "I guess. I can give you that."
He kisses her again softly. "I'm gonna tell Chris and Matt I'm not coming in today. Let's go to Ultimo, that's next on your coffee shop list."
Rory's face brightened. "Really! I told Matt I would come in today though."
"I'll tell him we're both taking the day off, you're doing the First Friday stuff tonight anyway. We'll stop by Truncheon before we go, get whatever you need and the leftover zines he wants you to give out. Sound good."
She nodded kissed him again. "Yeah it sounds good. It all sounds really good," she said against his mouth.
