A/N: Yeah... it's been awhile. I hope that people who like my other story are still waiting for this blighter. I'm going to give you a warning right now. I can end this story at this chapter... I mean, I still have a few more places I wouldn't mind taking this, but I don't know how many people are still reading this stuff. Since the end of GG, it seems like everyone's been abandoning the universe. cries Sooooooooo... lemme know. - Bligy
She was attempting to do her homework… she really, really was. Sure… Jess's hands up her shirt weren't helping and her face being pressed to his definitely wasn't on the pro column, but… she was trying. That counted for something, didn't it?
"Where's your mom?" he asked against her mouth.
"Somewhere else?" Rory offered, unable to think of anything. Ever since the successful dinner at her grandmother's and then the… events that took place after, they'd been unable to keep their hands off each other.
"Huh," he muttered and pulled her against him.
"Rory!" Lorelai called, opening the door. Rory and Jess leapt apart, him hiding his hands behind his back like Lorelai would cut them off and Rory was blushing profusely. Lorelai put a hand to her heart as though to stop it from leaping out of her chest and gaped at them.
"Uh… hi," Rory offered sheepishly while Jess looked away in frustration.
"I'm going to go," Jess muttered, pointing at the open door and rushing past Lorelai, who leapt away from him to give him a wide berth. The room then fell painfully quiet as they waited for someone to talk.
"So…" Rory said nervously, clapping her hands together and staring at her mother.
"Wow… that would have been on my top ten things never to see," Lorelai finally said, shaking her head and blinking as though to get the image out of her head. "Right up there with Kirk's chest."
"Eww… I can't believe you just compared Jess and I to Kirk. Not even Kirk! Kirk's chest!" Rory complained, attempting to lighten the situation.
"Remember that time you caught your dad and I-," Lorelai started.
"Point taken, moving on," Rory breathed a sigh of relief. Chris had been staying with them for the past week. It was causing a mixture of emotions within her, although anger was at the top. Ever since they'd gotten together, Luke had been in a fuming bad mood, even going so far as to kick them out of the diner more than once when her parents kissed. Sighing, she looked down at the ground as though to calculate what she should say, and then looked back up at her mother weakly. "What's up?"
"Besides Jess's hands?" Lorelai quipped, and both women rolled their eyes at the lame joke. "Your Stars Hollow-dress needs to be tried on."
"You're working fast," Rory commented, obviously pleased.
"Hey, it's not every day my daughter gets to go to the prom with the town's badass who she also happens to be having sex with… in her mother's house," Lorelai muttered, and then nudged her daughter towards the stairs. "Up! Go up!"
"I'm going!" Rory objected to the shoving and dashed up the stairs to the spare bedroom where the large mounds of material that was being turned into her dress was lying. "And we've never… had… I mean, done that in the house."
"You haven't?" Lorelai demanded suspiciously.
"No!" Rory objected loudly, walking over to the mannequin and checking out what her mother had already finished. It was lovely… beyond lovely, it was gorgeous. Jess was going to trip over himself, and that was precisely what her mother was going for.
"It's not leather, but…" Lorelai fished.
"It's beautiful… I thought it was going to be white?" Rory pointed out, gently running her hand down the material.
"It was… until I realized that white was for virgins, and seeing as how you're not a virgin anymore, I thought something a little bit darker," Lorelai chirped, plucking the massive amount of material from the mannequin and shoving Rory behind a curtain they had hung up with it.
"So… where did red come in?" Rory requested as she stripped and stepped into the circle of the dress.
"Well… with the way that you and Jess are always on each other, I thought that seductress worked well," Lorelai informed her with a firm nod.
"Mean," Rory grumped.
"It'll look good on you! We can get you some contact lenses, and vampire teeth, and some of that fake blood!" Lorelai gasped excitedly.
"Shh, I'm coming out," Rory scolded and stepped out from behind the curtain.
"Oh, baby," Lorelai cooed, pulling her towards her and forcing her to look into the mirror.
Rory had to admit the red did look quite good on her. Smiling, she turned a little bit to see a few different angles. The dress was far from finished, it didn't have any of the fastenings on it and some of the material was only pinned on, to check size, but it looked stunning even then.
"Finish it quickly!" Rory gasped, and her mother nodded, just as excited as she was.
"Honey, I'm home!" Chris called from downstairs.
"Hurry, change!" Lorelai told her and shoved her back towards the curtain, where Rory stripped once more and pulled her regular clothes back on.
"Where are you?" Chris requested at a shout.
"We're upstairs, but you can't come upstairs," Lorelai told him, looking desperately at the curtain and waiting for Rory to come out with the dress. It was supposed to be their secret. No one had any idea what it looked like besides them.
"Okay…?" Chris answered.
"I'm done!" Rory squealed, jumping out from behind the curtain and handing her mother the dress.
"Let's go!" Lorelai suggested, and pushed Rory down the stairs.
"Hi, dad!" Rory greeted, hugging him.
"Hey, Sweetie," Chris kissed the top of her head and then turned his attention to her mother.
They kissed for a moment and tried to pull away before starting to kiss some more. Rory rolled her eyes and missed Jess. Shuffling a little bit, she inched towards the doorway.
"Be safe!" Lorelai told her, and Rory couldn't help but gape at her in horror for a moment before blushing profusely and running outside.
-gGg-
The diner was almost empty. Luke was standing behind the counter and Jess was no where to be seen.
"Is he?" she asked, motioning towards the curtain.
"How long?" Luke asked suspiciously, glaring her a little bit.
"Oh my God!" Rory blushed profusely and ran up the stairs, not bothering to answer the question. Why was it that everyone expected her and Jess to have sex every time they were together?
When she opened the door to the apartment and found Jess changing, suddenly she remembered. Freezing, she watched as he did the final touches on his pants and worked to select a t-shirt.
"Don't bother," Rory gasped, and he turned quickly to see her. A look of confusion passed over his face for a moment as she launched herself at him, kissing him firmly.
"Hmph," Jess muttered, but didn't question. He just pulled her towards him firmly and she ran her hands along his bare chest, her fingers seeming to be on fire.
A little more than an hour later, they were both lying naked on his bed, curled up in each other's arms and breathing heavily.
"Read anything good lately?" Rory asked breathlessly.
"I've been a bit distracted," he told her, running hand gently down her side.
"Hmm," Rory mumbled, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes.
-gGg-
Rory stepped into the house, trying to be as quiet as possible. It was past midnight, they'd fallen asleep. She would have gone through her window, but there was a decent chance her mother was sitting in her room waiting, and if that was the case, she wanted to greet her through the door, standing straight, rather than a mangled mess on the floor.
"Were you safe?" Lorelai asked from the kitchen. It was obvious that she was attempting to keep the situation light, humorous, but Rory could hear that the emotions behind the façade were anything but cheerful.
"I'm not going to get pregnant," Rory sighed, walking over to her mother and sitting down at the table beside her.
"So you didn't use a condom… again," Lorelai shook her head, smiling bitterly.
"He doesn't like the feel of them… I don't either," Rory shrugged, blushing a little bit at the discussion.
"That doesn't matter! Get the thin ones then, those funky invisible things that they sell at sex stores, but get some! You can't get pregnant, Rory!" Lorelai whisper-shouted as she glared at her.
"I won't get pregnant. I'm on the pill, remember?" Rory chided, still, she felt a little bit guilty that she was disregarding her mother's words so entirely.
"The pill is not an assured thing," Lorelai harped.
"Yes, because that point zero one percent is so vital," Rory snapped and marched into her room. Her mother followed her, a nervous cloud wringing above her head.
"I just don't want you to be like me, Rory," Lorelai pointed out for the billionth time. Rory froze in her room and turned around to face her.
"Then stop hounding me. Stop following me around, stop warning me to be safe. Let me live my own life," she yelled at first, but calmed down for the rest. She didn't want to get angry at her mother. She just wanted her to understand that, just because Jess was a little bit like Christopher, that didn't mean that they were going to make the same mistakes.
"Okay," Lorelai nodded, obviously hurt.
"Mom…" Rory couldn't think of any way to console her. She felt tears gather in her eyes and she backed into her room, wrapping her arms around her waist. "I love him, he loves me, and we aren't going to screw up."
"I know," Lorelai nodded, and they looked at each other with all their insecurities pouring out into the lights.
"You know? I thought that you were still apart of the 'Jess is evil' club," Rory sniffled, shuffling a little bit.
"Hey… he braved Emily Gilmore. He must love you somewhere in all that hair gel," Lorelai shrugged and they inched towards each other before embracing tightly.
"I don't want him to break us up," Rory informed her mother and they hugged tighter.
"He won't. No man can break up the Gilmore girls," Lorelai assured her, running a hand through her hair. "So… Chilton prom this Saturday, do you want me to make your pretty?"
"I thought I already was pretty?" Rory quipped, giving her mother hurt-eyes.
"Of course you are," Lorelai rolled her eyes. "But I could make you more pretty!"
"Sure," Rory agreed with a firm nod, whipping the tears out of her eyes and looking longingly at her bed.
"It's late," Lorelai pointed out.
"Yes it is," Rory agreed and inched into her room.
"Try not to stay out too late next time, and if you do? Just make sure you have a lot of details to scare me with the next morning," Lorelai yawned, hugging her again and letting her go.
"When you say morning…?" Rory trailed off.
"You waking me up in the middle of the night is doing nothing for my beauty sleep," Lorelai agreed in a roundabout way. This earned a rather large grin from Rory.
"And the apartment…?" Rory pressed, feeling that she was on a roll.
"Give me a few more weeks," Lorelai's smile turned tight and her eyes were mocking.
"Weeks? But Jess and I were going to move in next week," Rory joked, but Lorelai's eyes still widened.
"Evil child," she scolded and turned around to march back up to her room.
"I love you!" Rory called after her and turned around to march back into her room.
While she was getting dressed, the window popped open, scaring her. She turned around with her clothes pressed tightly against her chest and watched as Jess stumbled in. He was panting a little bit, like he'd ran to get there.
"Umm… we have a door," she reminded him.
"Your mom's awake," he shook his head and moved closer to her. There were no more words as he kissed her and she kissed him in return. Somewhere inside her something told her to be careful, that they were going to burn themselves out, but she threw that voice away. Her body was burning for him, even after they' spent the day together. As Jess moved her back to her bed, she stopped him, remembering her conversation with her mother.
"Not here," she protested, pushing gently on his chest to move him away.
"Then come on," he pulled her towards the window.
"Is Luke home?" she asked, yanking on a random t-shirt and following him as he hopped outside.
"Yeah," he nodded and continued leading her somewhere.
"Then where are we going?" she whispered, not wanting to wake up Babette. He didn't answer her, merely yanked her into his car, which was sitting a block from her house, and sped away to… somewhere.
"Jess?" she asked, but he just smirked at her with a glint in his eyes. She glared at him, but he ignored her. "Jess?"
"Shh," he scolded.
"Where are we going?" she asked, seeing a sign that advertised New Haven.
"Shh," he said again, the smirk never leaving his face as he moved through the streets and finally stopped at an almost-run-down looking apartment.
"Where are we?" she demanded as he opened her door for her and pulled her towards the front doors.
"Here," he evaded and opened the door.
"How did you get the keys?" she continued, but there was a large ball in her stomach that told her she knew exactly how he got them.
"Someone gave them to me," he brushed off again and led her up two stories of stairs. She wasn't very good at stairs and they had to hesitate a second on the landing so she could catch her breath.
"Who… who gave… them… to… you," she gasped out.
"A humanoid creature," he shrugged, pulling her the last few paces to an apartment. He placed another key into the door and shoved it open with his shoulder, leading her inside.
The room that it was opened to was sparsely furnished. There was a couch, a chair, a coffee table and a ratty looking television mounted on a cabinet that was filled with different movies. She stepped inside a little bit and looked to her left, where a little kitchenette contained the basics, a stove, microwave, fridge and toaster. She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. It contained bread, milk, some cheese and a few other odds and ends that were required for basic living.
"Jess?" she asked, but he shushed her again and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards one of two doors in the apartment. He opened it and hesitated at the door as she entered.
It was a bedroom with a queen bed. There was a wall that was absolutely drenched in Yale paraphernalia and another that was plastered with different band posters. She drifted into the closet and saw that it was filled with a mixture of their clothes. Her heart fled into her throat and she turned around to face him with a small sound. She couldn't find words.
"Do you like it?" he asked insecurely.
Without another word, she pulled him towards her, kissing him passionately. "When did you move all this stuff?" she requested, noticing that quite a bit of the Yale things were from her own wall… she hadn't noticed that they were missing.
"When you fell asleep," he admitted guiltily. "I went to your house and hauled it all here. Somehow I made it back to Luke's before you woke up."
"Why didn't you wake me up?" she mock-scolded with a glare.
"Because surprising you is fun," he informed her with bright eyes and kissed her firmly. She didn't say anything else, merely yanked him to her and tugged him backwards until her knees hit the bed and she fell back with him on top of her. She pulled him with her as they scuttled back onto the bed, and she honestly couldn't have thought of a more perfect way for the rest of their lives to begin.
