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For fifteen days their relationship continued on that way, circling around what each wanted, neither one sure if the other wanted the same. Simple touch, would light their eyes, being away from one another would dim them. It still hadn't snowed, but the bitter weather was enough to make anyone wish for summer. It was the coldest winter New York had ever seen, yet it still wouldn't snow.
Both still were unfamiliar with the other, both wanted to know so much. Questions, after questions, they would of probably passed out if they asked them all at once. His eyes were still the deepest mystery, and her heart was filling up the once hollow spot that had once lived in her. His heart was no longer lonely, while his eyes found that one person, he no longer believed that love was bull shit, there it sat right in front of him, in that small beautiful, blue eyed figure. It was all up to them, who would make the first move, who would change their lives into one life.
Rory went to work that morning, she placed the books on the shelves, and stared straight ahead. She had him on her mind, and only him. She wanted to tell him. Just breath those words, tell him how she felt, but what if he didn't feel the same. What if all that glances meant nothing, she couldn't be rejected. One other thing held her back, she ran from everything, in those short two weeks she had grown to like him, maybe even love him. It would kill her to hurt him, he was gentle no one had ever been like that to her, except for one person, Luke.
Rory looked at the books, she couldn't help to think about him, and all of his books. The dark covers reminded her of his eyes, those deep, never ending eyes.
Donna watched Rory, Rory had told her about everything. She seemed fine so why was she in cloud nine? Or maybe it was something else, Rory had told her about that boy, Jess yeah that was his name. Was it him? She watched Rory once again, she was never like this, the usually Perky Rory, was in another world. "Rory, are you ok?" Donna said looking at her closely.
Rory took a breath, she had to ask someone, "How do you," Rory exhaled, trying to find the right words, "Tell, some one you," she glanced down, "You ya, know feel something for them?"
Donna looked Rory in the eyes, she had never had any luck with men, she had never been in love, once she thought she was in love, that's how she got her son and she wouldn't change that for the world but, as far as being in love, it just wasn't a reality. She smiled at Rory, "Come on, let's go have some coffee," she said talking Rory with her to a table.
She loved Rory like she was her own, in a short time, Rory grew on Donna.
Rory took a sip of her coffee, it wasn't as good as Jess's, god why did everything lead to a thought of him? She glanced down at the dark coffee, his eyes, and those huge eyes were all she could think about. So dark, and this deep brown color, she had never witnessed before. She thought of him once again lost, this time staring into her coffee cup.
Donna looked at Rory who was staring into her coffee cup, "Is this about that Jess?"
Rory looked up at her, she smiled softly. "I just," she paused, "I've never done anything, ya know, and he's done so much more, I just don't know if he likes me," She looked at Donna and exhaled. "Its like a huge chess, game and neither one of us can make a move."
Donna smiled, "Rory, do you really love him, or is it just a new feeling, I mean you've only known him like fifteen days?"
Rory thought for a minute no, this wasn't a new feeling, she had tried to convince herself that it was a new feeling, but she couldn't she felt to much. She shook her head, it was something new, but it was love.
Donna looked at the small figure in front of her, she smiled. God, she remembered her first love.
Flash back~
His strong body sat in the booth seat across from her, she was nineteen, and he was about twenty-five. She smiled as she looked into his eyes. 'I love you,' he whispered. Her body was on fire, 'I love you too,' she said as she leaned over the table and kissed him, not even caring, that she was in a diner, she practically climbed over the table.~
A year later, she was pregnant and him, well he was gone. She hadn't heard from him since. She remembered her mother kicking her out and when she went to him, he rejected her. She worked in a dinner till she was eight months along and no longer able to work, because she was so big. She raised her son all by herself, but she never forgot what love could do.
End of flash back~
Donna stared, she felt her eyes water, and she was thirty five and had no one to love her. Donna had lost her virginity at fourteen to a nineteen year old boy. She was no stranger to lust or sex, and personally all she really needed was sex, the love and lust, well she didn't have time or patience for them. She didn't want Rory to get hurt the way she did, but if he was experienced, he could do more. And there would be a less of a chance of him hurting her. But on the other hand, if he just wanted sex, she would get hurt, just like her and Donna didn't want Rory to go through that. But, he hadn't made a move yet so if he only wanted sex, wouldn't he have tried already. "Sex, is great honey but, its also the biggest thing in the world. I'd hate to see you lose what you have the way I did in the back of some guys car." Donna paused trying to find words to express her thoughts. "If you want to do this with him, I think, it could be better for you, if he has experience, he'll know what to do and what not to do." She stumbled on her words several time.
Rory watched her. Donna was always talking about sex, and how good it was, this was the only time she had ever been sincere and soft about the subject. Rory didn't quite know how the topic got to sex, but she had been thinking about it more, a lot more.
"Have you ever done anything before?" Donna knew she hadn't, she was too soft and quiet to have done it. "It's ok if you haven't, sometimes it's worth the wait."
Rory nodded, this was the only thing she had ever held onto, but was sex, love and did she have to give herself for him to love her too? If she did, maybe giving herself would only hurt her once the reality hits. Or would really love her, or would it just be a game, was love real? She looked up at Donna, "Is that all love is?" she questioned quickly.
Donna didn't know the answer, it had been for her. But, that wasn't what she wanted Rory to think, she didn't want that delicate girl in front of her never having someone to love her, or to be afraid of love. "I don't know, what it is." Donna whispered quickly.
Rory looked at her biting her bottom lip. "How do I." She paused, "Tell him?" Rory asked meekly.
"I don't know how to tell him you love him, but the sex part I can help you with, some what." She got up and walked towards the storage room in the back. "Come on," She said quickly.
Rory got up and followed.
Donna grabbed a few books out of the cabinet. "Here, these will tell you the basics. And if you need help along the way, I'm always here." She said simply, handing her the books.
Rory looked at her, "You use books?"
Donna nodded, "It gives you some new ideas." She said simply, she loved trying new things.
Rory looked down at the books in her hand. Time had gone by fast, it was almost closing time.
Donna looked up at the clock, "Hey we're pretty slow today, and you can go home." She smiled and hoped Rory would figure out what she wanted.
Rory smiled and nodded, "Thanks,"
Donna looked at Rory, "If he really loves you, he'll wait if you want to."
Rory nodded, and started to walk away.
She opened the door with the key he had given her, she looked around. This was her home, he had made it her home. She walked over towards the sofa, were the dog laid. She smiled, as she sat down next to the small dog. She placed the books on her lap and opened up the first one. She read through the pages, unable to take her eyes off of a world of things she had never been familiar with. She knew about sex, and all that stuff, but as she read she realized how much she really had no clue about.
~
He on the floor in his cover alls, absorbed by thoughts of her he was unable to work.
Tom sat by Jess handing him the tools when he asked for them. Jess seemed lost. "What's up with you, you should have had this done hours ago, and it's not like you."
Jess glared over at him. "There is nothing wrong with me, I just have a lot of shit on my mind. Okay," he said irritated
Tom looked at him, "So is that chick still with you?"
"She's not a chick and yes she is with me." Jess said simply hoping Tom would end the topic.
Tom studied his tone, "So did she put out yet?"
Jess glared at him, "Don't talk about her like that she's not a whore," the anger in his tone grew.
Tom sighed, "What's going on with you, we used to joke about, Tania, and all the others. You've changed,"
Jess sighed, "I'm sick being shallow," he muttered, "I just don't know what to do,"
Tom looked at him, he had it bad. "I know how you feel,"
Jess looked at him, "How do you know how I feel?" Jess said in a half cocky tone, Tom hasn't changed one bit, he's been this way forever, and he most likely will always be this way.
Tom thought a minute, "No, I really don't know how you feel, I was just trying to help," He shrugged. "How do you feel?" he questioned Jess.
Jess looked at him and glanced down at the parts sitting in front of him. "I have all these parts, and I can always put them together, but this time its different, I have an extra part, that I just don't know how to put in. Right now it runs without the part, but in time it will need it, I know it does." He looked up at Tom and swallowed. He was those parts, he was running fine now, but he needed that part, and she had the key to it, he needed her.
Tom looked at him, trying to figure out what his riddle meant. "What does it feel like to be in love?" Tom asked quietly. No more would he and Jess be the two loveless bachelors, who womanized women as their hobby. Jess was in love, Tom would be left to the side watching. He had never experienced love, but every once in a while on those cold lonely nights, when a women he felt nothing for was lying beside him, he would feel lonely. He wanted more at that moment maybe not exactly what Jess wanted but, just to have someone there with him, would complete him.
Jess looked at him closely, "Its like nothing you've ever had before, but I just can't get it yet." He whispered.
Tom nodded and cleared his throat. "Good Luck," he muttered to his best friend.
Jess nodded and looked down at the parts, "Three eighths," he said quickly, finally getting back to work.
Jess finished all of his work that day, he walked home still unsure on how to tell her or show her, he looked up at the cold dark sky. He exhaled, walking on, the street was empty, most likely because no one was insane enough to go out side. He could barely feel his fingers, his lips were cold but, moist and held a pink, purple color.
He walked up the stairs to his door, opening it and being greeted by his small loyal dog. He saw her sitting on the sofa quickly closing books. "Hey," he said as she got up from her former position.
She got up quickly, taking the books with her, "Hey," she stumbled on the words. "I'll be right back I just have to," she couldn't think, so she just headed to her room. Returning a few seconds later. "Hey, how was your day?"
He looked up at her oddly, "It was ok," he said. She sat her self up on the counter, "What are you making?" she asked taking in the smell.
He looked at her as he diced up more vegetables. "Broccoli and linguine," he said simply. "Can you watch this I have to take a shower," he said leaving her there to watch the pots of food.
She smiled lightly, and nodded slightly. She watched the pot, she hated broccoli but she wouldn't tell him that, plus she was starving so it didn't matter what it was she was eating it. She stirred the pot and watched it carefully, unsure what to look for.
He came back a few minutes later, "How is it?" he asked as he entered the room.
She jumped slightly, from being startled, she smiled at him, "I don't know," she said in an unsure voice.
He looked at the pot, "I think it's done," he said as he removed the pots from the burner. He placed them down on the table. He grabbed them forks, and plates setting them down on the table.
She sat down next to him and picked up her fork and starting to eat with him. It was surprisingly good. She looked at his wet figure sitting across from her. He was so handsome, so manly, so kind, and she loved him. But she didn't make the move she just sat there.
He looked over at her, why was she so tempting she was everything he had ever wanted and so much more. He loved her, and never wanted to let her go, but he still couldn't find a way to tell her, so he didn't make the move either, he just sat not knowing that she was indeed, feeling the exact same way.
A few hours later, they found themselves watching old movies and sitting on the sofa together. She sat on the other end on the sofa, paying no attention to the movie, her eyes were on him, only him. His curly dark hair, messy, yet so tempting to run her hands through it, to let her fingers get lost in it. His dark Italian facial features, with that perfect olive skin. She could watch him for hours, in fact she had lost all count of the hours she had studied him over the past two weeks. His strong arms and shoulders, so stable and forceful. Those eyes, seductive, and deep, oh so deep.
He stared hard at the screen, he could feel her eyes on him. He wanted to look over at her, and say something, anything, but he couldn't find the words. So he stared at the screen, he had seen this movie at least a thousand times, he knew every part, but tonight he was lost, he had no clue what was going on. It was like the characters were speaking Spanish, which he hated. In school, he was forced to take it, he never used it in real life, and most likely never would, which was why he strongly disagreed with it.
He glanced over at her, she smiled slightly and looked away. She looked at the screen and swallowed hard, this was it she had to do it. She glanced over at him, taking a breath she moved towards him, guiding her fingers along his jaw she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.
Not for certain what she was doing, he didn't stop her. Pulling her toward him so her chest was against his, he could feel her heart pounding, just like his. He pulled away, letting his hand drop down her back, on hand planted on her lower back, and the other lost in her long wavy chestnut hair. He searched her face, she held a slight smirk, and her eyes were like glass.
She looked into his eyes, they were huge and dark. Her fingers entwined in his hair, she leaned forward and kissed him again. Breaking the kiss, she looked at his face, his lips held a smirk, while his heart pounded into her chest. All of a sudden she felt the need to run, had she done something wrong was this a huge mistake? No, his hands felt to good for this to be a mistake. She pulled away, but he pulled her closer kissing her hungrily. She had never been kissed like that, she could feel his tongue, as disgusting as she thought it would be, it wasn't. She could taste him, his lips, tongue, and teeth gently nipping on her bottom lip as he pulled away. She liked it, all of it.
He broke the kiss resting his forehead against hers. His eyes stayed on her lips, so perfect, so soft. Lightly swollen from kissing, yet still held that perfect shape. His eyes traveled down her neck and to her gray almost see through thermal shirt that clung to her slow rising chest. "You kissed me," he whispered almost silently, pulling his head away to look her in the eyes.
She nodded, not able to say a word. She glanced up into his eyes, and smiled slightly.
He searched her face, flushed, pink in the checks, and beautiful, just stunning. He leaned forward to kiss her again when the phone rang. "Shit," he muttered as he gently lowered her off of him. "I'll be right back," he said as he got up and scurried to find the phone.
She watched as he cursed to himself as he searched for the phone.
"Hello," he said once he found it, his tone was annoyed but then his voice softened, "Yeah," He smiled then his face got more serious in a few minutes, "This weekend? That's like two days away. Come on, you know I have to work, yeah but, I can't stand them," he sighed "I'm gonna freeze my ass off up there, no Mom, that's ridiculous, I can't go up there tomorrow morning. Why in the hell do you want me to go anyway? Fine, yeah I'll bring Charlie, Yeah see you then, I guess so, yeah." He paused "Bye," He hung up the phone and set it down as he came back over to her.
She looked at up at him curiously.
Jess lifted his eye brows, "My mom," He sat down next to her. "She, has this house in up state New York, and she wants me to go up this weekend, and stay for a few days."
He didn't seem really happy, but he didn't seem mad, "Oh, when will you be back?" she asked, not knowing if he wanted her to go with him.
He moved closer to her, tilting his head for better access to her lips. He kissed her gently, sweetly, and softly. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, "I'm not going up there alone," he said as if it was obvious to her, "You're coming with me," kissing her on the lips again. "And we're coming back on Monday,"
She smiled at him, and nodded.
He slipped his arm around her, pulling her into him, "Your coming, because," he said as he kissed her neck softly, "You kissed me, and now," he kissed up her neck and along her chin, "I'm hooked, so your going, plus, I can't stand my mom's boyfriend," he kissed her on the lips.
She stared into his eyes, "I've never felt like this," she breathed out, so softly.
He stared at her, her face went sad.
She felt her heart go heavy, she had fallen, hard. There she was on his lap kissing him, getting feelings, she had never felt before, she had never known before, but they felt so good. All of her fears came back to her, what if he didn't mean anything, what if he was using her? She closed her eyes and prayed that he'd never leave. She buried her head into his neck, whispering "Please don't hurt me, Please don't leave,"
He listened carefully and kissed her shoulder, why would he leave why would he hurt her? How could she think that? Was she afraid of him, "I'll never leave," he whispered into her neck, "I'm not him,"
She nodded into his neck, kissing it, taking in his smell, touch, taste. "Promise," she muttered, getting lost in his embrace.
He nodded, just nodded.
The next morning he woke up lost in her long chestnut hair. He looked around, he was on the sofa, in the living room, with her body close to his, in his arms, and he brushed the hair out of her face, revealing a soft hidden smile. He got up, being careful not to move her delicate body.
He dialed the phone, on the other end he could hear Tom bitching about something, Jess ignored him, "I'm not gonna be in till Monday, so call Richie," Jess said flatly. He told Tom why and Tom agreed. He walked into his room, grabbing a laundry bag, He grabbed his cloths and threw them in the bag, he needed to get away, just her and him, and the city was getting to him. He packed up everything, and traveled into the living room.
She woke up and he was gone, she stared around the room, searching for him. There he was, she smiled, and rubbed her eyes.
He threw her the phone, "Call work, we're leaving." He said quickly, "I'll be back in fifteen minutes, be ready, pack really warm cloths," He picked up the dog, and walked out the door grabbing his coat.
She watched as he set his bag down and walked out with the dog. She dialed Donna's and traveled to her room, grabbing cloths and shoving them into a bag as the phone sat tucked between her shoulder and cheek, Donna gave her the time off, and told her to be careful. She walked out of her bedroom door, when he was walking in the door. She smiled at him, he smirked back.
She watched as he made coffee put it in cups and put the last of their needs together. Finally they were on their way down the stairs, to his car, that she didn't even know about. They came to the first floor, it was a garage with cars in it. They loaded their items into an old rusty black mustang. Soon they were on the road.
She stared out the window and then down at her cloths, that she had slept in. He hadn't said much, which made her wonder if he regretted what they did last night. She sipped her coffee and hummed along with Audioslave. She shivered, it seemed to be getting colder, and both still hadn't said much which was getting to her even more. Charlie, wrapped up in a blanket sat between them on the bench seat, she had gotten much bigger in the last two weeks.
Not sure how she felt about the night before, he didn't say much to her. He had glanced over at her several times, they had traveled about two hours, and still had three to go, and she seemed cold. He struggled as he took of his coat, and tried to drive. He handed it to her, smiled lightly at her.
She slipped his, jean jacket lined with wool on, it smelt like him, that sweet tangy smell she could get high on. She looked over at him, he wore a black flannel shirt under a red shirt that stated 'Get Off My Nuts' with the chip and dale chipmunks on it. She glanced out her window, "Do you regret last night?" she whispered.
He glanced over, and thought about what to say, but he couldn't think of words that could actually mean something. He shook his head, "No, do you?" He raised his eye brows praying she didn't.
She smiled as she looked out the window, she shook her head and looked over at him. His lips held a smirk.
He smirked when he saw her reflection of a smile in the window. She liked him. "I'm not gonna tell my mom, yet," he said as his eyes stared at the road ahead. "She'll pester me about it," he laughed.
His mother was great, she had put up with a lot from him, he had to admit, and he was a bad kid for a few years there. Drugs, women, alcohol, it was all fair game then. Then Jay happened, his best friend, they grew up in the same building together, spent most nights together, practically brothers. He had gotten into a few gang feuds, but Jess never thought Jay would end up dead. He remembered Linda, Jay's mom finding him propped up on her door. He remembered her screaming for nights on end. 'He was my baby, My only baby!' That night Liz slapped him across the face, with tears pouring down her face, 'Jess!! That's you, I won't let you do that to your self!' she yelled at him. 'He's dead! Dead! You mess up again, and your going to Luke's cuz, I can't deal with this! I wont let you do that to me!' After that he had calmed down some what, but then when Tom offered him a job, he had decided he had to make a life, or else he would end up like Jay and he didn't have the balls to do that to his mother, who had done nothing to him besides, be there.
He looked over at Rory, she was smiling, he was glad. If he had ended up like Jay, where would she be? Maybe there was more to life, he just had to take the time to look.
They were greeted by Jess's mother, Liz. A tall, light brown haired, soft looking woman hugged Rory and started asking her questions. Rory smiled, his mom was great. They ate dinner together, and soon settled in for the night. The house was huge, and deep into the woods, which didn't bother Rory that much it was so calm and beautiful. The house, was old, everything was original, and antique. Each room had character, everything was great. His mother, was wonderful, his step father to be, brought in interesting topics to talk about, she herself found him to be very interesting.
Rory watched Jess most of the night, their eyes often met, and he would give her a seductive looked, and she would look away in fear of blushing. Her room was about five doors away from his, and her room was a dark purple color, and everything matched perfectly.
It was late, and her room was nothing but darkness. She looked around and only found oil lamps, where matches sat beside it. She lit the lamp, it gave it off an orange color that glows nicely through out the room. Sitting down on the side of the bed she picks through her bag pulling out fresh underwear, bra, and black flannel shirt, and her white cotton pajama bottoms. She takes her cloths and heads to the bathroom door. She feels clean as the soap washes off of her body. She puts on her clean red underwear and bra the she wraps the towel tightly around her to try to keep warm. She stands in front of the mirror and observes herself, does he like her, and does he see what she sees? She didn't think much of her looks, she didn't find herself pretty, and her head was to small for her long lanky body. She sighed and turned away from the mirror, to find him standing in the doorway. 'Your beautiful,' she heard his horse husky voice say, her eyes got big, and she swallowed looking up at him.
He opened her door, as gently as possible, so he wouldn't get caught, he was twenty and he still snuck around when he stayed with his mother. He figured she'd be asleep, but when he looked at the bed it was empty, and he heard the shower turn off. The bathroom door was open and the steam bellowed out into the bedroom. He moved towards the door, and there she was in front of the mirror, studying herself, she didn't look pleased. She tilted her head slightly and sighed, "Your beautiful," he said out loud with out thought. He walked towards her kissing her wet neck.
She could feel the burning deep between her legs, roam up her body, and start to tingle in her chest and his kiss continued up her neck while his hand settled on his hip and the other in her wet long hair. She took a deep breath as his lips roamed hers. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she lost all thought as he made their way toward the bed. She broke the kiss as he set her on the bed, he stared back at her. She started to breath again, she stared into his eyes, shaking her head.
He touched her face, looking into her eyes.
She opened her mouth to talk, "I don't know what to do," she said looking every where but at him, she almost felt embarrassed, she was nineteen and had no clue about anything the opposite sex had to offer.
He shook his head, gliding his hand along her jaw bone making her look at him, "Your doing fine, but we don't have to,"
She kissed him, this was it. This was a huge move, one of the biggest things in her life she was giving him. She felt her towel come off, she was thankful for her red bra and underwear, she didn't feel completely nude, but she still felt nude so she crossed her arms on her chest to at least cover something.
He undid the towel and revealed, her matching bra and panties set. She blushed and covered her chest, looking up at him with the most innocent blue eyes. He leaned into her and kissed her.
She ran her hands along the rim of his shirt, immediately he broke the kiss and pulled off his shirt, his stomach and chest were a natural tan Italian olive color, his body perfectly cut, and his muscles formed in all the right ways. She studied his tense shoulders, running her hands up his chest and shoulders, she could feel the heat coming off of his skin.
He watched as her hand traveled up his body, she studied his every movement, reading him like a book, he kissed her arm, and up to her shoulder where he pushed away her bra strap, he felt her stomach get tenser, as his hand glided along it, she sucked air in and her stomach jumped, he press down softly on her stomach, while kissing the place where a thread of material once sat. He swung his leg over her legs, so he straddled her. He continued to kiss along her bra line, while his other hand slid under her, she arched her back giving him better access to her, he pulled her bra off, in a split second, he took her newly exposed skin in his mouth, while his other hand massaged the other. He could feel her fingers in his hair, her breath speeding, and her heart pounding as he carefully bit down on her.
No one had ever seen her, touched her, this was all so new, so over whelming, yet so good. The orange light still filled the room. She moaned out of disappointment when she felt him move, she felt her jaw jitter slightly, as he switched sides and continued to please her.
He moved his mouth up her chest and neck, to her lips. Kissing her forcefully and hungrily, while his passion took over her hands slid down his firm body, to his pant's button, undoing it. He pulled away, standing up sliding his pants down, then picking them up and rummaging through them.
She wrapped her arms around herself, to cover up. She sat up on her knees and watched as he looked through his wallet, pulling out a packet and looking up at her he smirked.
He ripped the packet open and put it on quickly, and climbed back onto the bed. Lying her on her back, he kissed her.
Her hands roamed his body, and found them selves on his boxers tugging down wards. He shifted his weight, helping her take them off, while he pulled her last article of clothing off.
He positioned himself over her, making sure she was comfortable, he moved his body, entering her slowly. His eyes studied her face, as he quickened his pace. Her eyes widened, and her jaw opened, while she moaned his name, her body moved forward with his, and her nails dug into his back, and her continued to enter her.
She couldn't breath, and it felt so good, she closed her eyes and arched her back pushing her stomach into his, as her moans grew louder, as his thrusts grew harder and faster. Finally her body tightened and she moaned as her continued to enter her.
He pushed slowly into her, and then collapsed to the side of her, she was the best he had ever had and she was all he wanted. He watched as she caught her breath.
She rolled over on to her side facing him, she shivered the room had gotten a lot colder. His face glowed in the orange light. Her eyelids were heavy, and her heart jumped inside of her.
He looked at her tired eyes, and looked at her chest calmly rising and falling. Every line of her face was perfectly accented by the deep orange mist of color that the oil lamp brought to the room. "Did I hurt you?" he asked as his hand glided along her jaw.
She shook her head. She stared out the window behind him, snow, it was snowing. "Look," she whispered pointing towards the window.
He turned his head, looking out the window, snow. He smiled and turned looking at her.
"Snows magical," she whispered breathlessly.
He let out a breath and wrapped his arms around her. Most women pulled away, but her well, she didn't. He felt her shiver, he pulled away and pulled more blankets around her. He leaned over the side of the bed, grabbing his boxers and his T-shirt. Slipping on his boxers he handed her his t-shirt.
She slipped on his t-shirt, it was big but, not to big. She moved closer to him, placing her head on his shoulder she falls into a deep sleep.
The room was still dark when he wakes, he looks out the window. Everything was white, covered in snow, and the oil lamp still leaves a flicker of light in the bed room. He glances down at his watch, five am. He felt her stir in her sleep, and she wakes up, still in her sleepy state.
"Jess," she moans.
He pushes the hair out of her face, and kisses her forehead.
"What did we do last night?" she moaned tired and lost.
He smiled, "You were quite the temptress." He said and watched as she nodded, having no clue what he was talking about. "I have to take a shower, I need to get up," but she still didn't move from on top of him. He got up slowly making sure he didn't startle her.
He found her sitting up when he returned, "How'd you sleep?" he asked as he towel dried his hair with a hand towel.
She nodded, still not completely awake.
"You want coffee?" he asked, while slipping his jeans back on.
She nodded, and got up from the bed.
"You need some cloths too," he said as he picked through her bag.
Her thongs, were in that bag, and he was going through it. She went to take the bag from him but it was to late.
He looks down at the underwear in front of him. He looked at her, she held a panicked look. He cocked up and eyebrow and handed her the black thong, she blushes and he smirks holding his cocky grin. "I had no clue, That explains no pantie lines,"
She glares at him, but smiles shyly, taking the bag from him. She pulled on her underwear and put on a new bra. Then she pulled on a 'Sex Pistols' sweat shirt on, and her jeans. "What time is it?" she whispered as they walked down the hall towards his room.
"Five thirty," he says as he opens his door. A/N- I know this chapter took Forever!!! I'm so sorry, I hope it's worth your while!! Review!!
For fifteen days their relationship continued on that way, circling around what each wanted, neither one sure if the other wanted the same. Simple touch, would light their eyes, being away from one another would dim them. It still hadn't snowed, but the bitter weather was enough to make anyone wish for summer. It was the coldest winter New York had ever seen, yet it still wouldn't snow.
Both still were unfamiliar with the other, both wanted to know so much. Questions, after questions, they would of probably passed out if they asked them all at once. His eyes were still the deepest mystery, and her heart was filling up the once hollow spot that had once lived in her. His heart was no longer lonely, while his eyes found that one person, he no longer believed that love was bull shit, there it sat right in front of him, in that small beautiful, blue eyed figure. It was all up to them, who would make the first move, who would change their lives into one life.
Rory went to work that morning, she placed the books on the shelves, and stared straight ahead. She had him on her mind, and only him. She wanted to tell him. Just breath those words, tell him how she felt, but what if he didn't feel the same. What if all that glances meant nothing, she couldn't be rejected. One other thing held her back, she ran from everything, in those short two weeks she had grown to like him, maybe even love him. It would kill her to hurt him, he was gentle no one had ever been like that to her, except for one person, Luke.
Rory looked at the books, she couldn't help to think about him, and all of his books. The dark covers reminded her of his eyes, those deep, never ending eyes.
Donna watched Rory, Rory had told her about everything. She seemed fine so why was she in cloud nine? Or maybe it was something else, Rory had told her about that boy, Jess yeah that was his name. Was it him? She watched Rory once again, she was never like this, the usually Perky Rory, was in another world. "Rory, are you ok?" Donna said looking at her closely.
Rory took a breath, she had to ask someone, "How do you," Rory exhaled, trying to find the right words, "Tell, some one you," she glanced down, "You ya, know feel something for them?"
Donna looked Rory in the eyes, she had never had any luck with men, she had never been in love, once she thought she was in love, that's how she got her son and she wouldn't change that for the world but, as far as being in love, it just wasn't a reality. She smiled at Rory, "Come on, let's go have some coffee," she said talking Rory with her to a table.
She loved Rory like she was her own, in a short time, Rory grew on Donna.
Rory took a sip of her coffee, it wasn't as good as Jess's, god why did everything lead to a thought of him? She glanced down at the dark coffee, his eyes, and those huge eyes were all she could think about. So dark, and this deep brown color, she had never witnessed before. She thought of him once again lost, this time staring into her coffee cup.
Donna looked at Rory who was staring into her coffee cup, "Is this about that Jess?"
Rory looked up at her, she smiled softly. "I just," she paused, "I've never done anything, ya know, and he's done so much more, I just don't know if he likes me," She looked at Donna and exhaled. "Its like a huge chess, game and neither one of us can make a move."
Donna smiled, "Rory, do you really love him, or is it just a new feeling, I mean you've only known him like fifteen days?"
Rory thought for a minute no, this wasn't a new feeling, she had tried to convince herself that it was a new feeling, but she couldn't she felt to much. She shook her head, it was something new, but it was love.
Donna looked at the small figure in front of her, she smiled. God, she remembered her first love.
Flash back~
His strong body sat in the booth seat across from her, she was nineteen, and he was about twenty-five. She smiled as she looked into his eyes. 'I love you,' he whispered. Her body was on fire, 'I love you too,' she said as she leaned over the table and kissed him, not even caring, that she was in a diner, she practically climbed over the table.~
A year later, she was pregnant and him, well he was gone. She hadn't heard from him since. She remembered her mother kicking her out and when she went to him, he rejected her. She worked in a dinner till she was eight months along and no longer able to work, because she was so big. She raised her son all by herself, but she never forgot what love could do.
End of flash back~
Donna stared, she felt her eyes water, and she was thirty five and had no one to love her. Donna had lost her virginity at fourteen to a nineteen year old boy. She was no stranger to lust or sex, and personally all she really needed was sex, the love and lust, well she didn't have time or patience for them. She didn't want Rory to get hurt the way she did, but if he was experienced, he could do more. And there would be a less of a chance of him hurting her. But on the other hand, if he just wanted sex, she would get hurt, just like her and Donna didn't want Rory to go through that. But, he hadn't made a move yet so if he only wanted sex, wouldn't he have tried already. "Sex, is great honey but, its also the biggest thing in the world. I'd hate to see you lose what you have the way I did in the back of some guys car." Donna paused trying to find words to express her thoughts. "If you want to do this with him, I think, it could be better for you, if he has experience, he'll know what to do and what not to do." She stumbled on her words several time.
Rory watched her. Donna was always talking about sex, and how good it was, this was the only time she had ever been sincere and soft about the subject. Rory didn't quite know how the topic got to sex, but she had been thinking about it more, a lot more.
"Have you ever done anything before?" Donna knew she hadn't, she was too soft and quiet to have done it. "It's ok if you haven't, sometimes it's worth the wait."
Rory nodded, this was the only thing she had ever held onto, but was sex, love and did she have to give herself for him to love her too? If she did, maybe giving herself would only hurt her once the reality hits. Or would really love her, or would it just be a game, was love real? She looked up at Donna, "Is that all love is?" she questioned quickly.
Donna didn't know the answer, it had been for her. But, that wasn't what she wanted Rory to think, she didn't want that delicate girl in front of her never having someone to love her, or to be afraid of love. "I don't know, what it is." Donna whispered quickly.
Rory looked at her biting her bottom lip. "How do I." She paused, "Tell him?" Rory asked meekly.
"I don't know how to tell him you love him, but the sex part I can help you with, some what." She got up and walked towards the storage room in the back. "Come on," She said quickly.
Rory got up and followed.
Donna grabbed a few books out of the cabinet. "Here, these will tell you the basics. And if you need help along the way, I'm always here." She said simply, handing her the books.
Rory looked at her, "You use books?"
Donna nodded, "It gives you some new ideas." She said simply, she loved trying new things.
Rory looked down at the books in her hand. Time had gone by fast, it was almost closing time.
Donna looked up at the clock, "Hey we're pretty slow today, and you can go home." She smiled and hoped Rory would figure out what she wanted.
Rory smiled and nodded, "Thanks,"
Donna looked at Rory, "If he really loves you, he'll wait if you want to."
Rory nodded, and started to walk away.
She opened the door with the key he had given her, she looked around. This was her home, he had made it her home. She walked over towards the sofa, were the dog laid. She smiled, as she sat down next to the small dog. She placed the books on her lap and opened up the first one. She read through the pages, unable to take her eyes off of a world of things she had never been familiar with. She knew about sex, and all that stuff, but as she read she realized how much she really had no clue about.
~
He on the floor in his cover alls, absorbed by thoughts of her he was unable to work.
Tom sat by Jess handing him the tools when he asked for them. Jess seemed lost. "What's up with you, you should have had this done hours ago, and it's not like you."
Jess glared over at him. "There is nothing wrong with me, I just have a lot of shit on my mind. Okay," he said irritated
Tom looked at him, "So is that chick still with you?"
"She's not a chick and yes she is with me." Jess said simply hoping Tom would end the topic.
Tom studied his tone, "So did she put out yet?"
Jess glared at him, "Don't talk about her like that she's not a whore," the anger in his tone grew.
Tom sighed, "What's going on with you, we used to joke about, Tania, and all the others. You've changed,"
Jess sighed, "I'm sick being shallow," he muttered, "I just don't know what to do,"
Tom looked at him, he had it bad. "I know how you feel,"
Jess looked at him, "How do you know how I feel?" Jess said in a half cocky tone, Tom hasn't changed one bit, he's been this way forever, and he most likely will always be this way.
Tom thought a minute, "No, I really don't know how you feel, I was just trying to help," He shrugged. "How do you feel?" he questioned Jess.
Jess looked at him and glanced down at the parts sitting in front of him. "I have all these parts, and I can always put them together, but this time its different, I have an extra part, that I just don't know how to put in. Right now it runs without the part, but in time it will need it, I know it does." He looked up at Tom and swallowed. He was those parts, he was running fine now, but he needed that part, and she had the key to it, he needed her.
Tom looked at him, trying to figure out what his riddle meant. "What does it feel like to be in love?" Tom asked quietly. No more would he and Jess be the two loveless bachelors, who womanized women as their hobby. Jess was in love, Tom would be left to the side watching. He had never experienced love, but every once in a while on those cold lonely nights, when a women he felt nothing for was lying beside him, he would feel lonely. He wanted more at that moment maybe not exactly what Jess wanted but, just to have someone there with him, would complete him.
Jess looked at him closely, "Its like nothing you've ever had before, but I just can't get it yet." He whispered.
Tom nodded and cleared his throat. "Good Luck," he muttered to his best friend.
Jess nodded and looked down at the parts, "Three eighths," he said quickly, finally getting back to work.
Jess finished all of his work that day, he walked home still unsure on how to tell her or show her, he looked up at the cold dark sky. He exhaled, walking on, the street was empty, most likely because no one was insane enough to go out side. He could barely feel his fingers, his lips were cold but, moist and held a pink, purple color.
He walked up the stairs to his door, opening it and being greeted by his small loyal dog. He saw her sitting on the sofa quickly closing books. "Hey," he said as she got up from her former position.
She got up quickly, taking the books with her, "Hey," she stumbled on the words. "I'll be right back I just have to," she couldn't think, so she just headed to her room. Returning a few seconds later. "Hey, how was your day?"
He looked up at her oddly, "It was ok," he said. She sat her self up on the counter, "What are you making?" she asked taking in the smell.
He looked at her as he diced up more vegetables. "Broccoli and linguine," he said simply. "Can you watch this I have to take a shower," he said leaving her there to watch the pots of food.
She smiled lightly, and nodded slightly. She watched the pot, she hated broccoli but she wouldn't tell him that, plus she was starving so it didn't matter what it was she was eating it. She stirred the pot and watched it carefully, unsure what to look for.
He came back a few minutes later, "How is it?" he asked as he entered the room.
She jumped slightly, from being startled, she smiled at him, "I don't know," she said in an unsure voice.
He looked at the pot, "I think it's done," he said as he removed the pots from the burner. He placed them down on the table. He grabbed them forks, and plates setting them down on the table.
She sat down next to him and picked up her fork and starting to eat with him. It was surprisingly good. She looked at his wet figure sitting across from her. He was so handsome, so manly, so kind, and she loved him. But she didn't make the move she just sat there.
He looked over at her, why was she so tempting she was everything he had ever wanted and so much more. He loved her, and never wanted to let her go, but he still couldn't find a way to tell her, so he didn't make the move either, he just sat not knowing that she was indeed, feeling the exact same way.
A few hours later, they found themselves watching old movies and sitting on the sofa together. She sat on the other end on the sofa, paying no attention to the movie, her eyes were on him, only him. His curly dark hair, messy, yet so tempting to run her hands through it, to let her fingers get lost in it. His dark Italian facial features, with that perfect olive skin. She could watch him for hours, in fact she had lost all count of the hours she had studied him over the past two weeks. His strong arms and shoulders, so stable and forceful. Those eyes, seductive, and deep, oh so deep.
He stared hard at the screen, he could feel her eyes on him. He wanted to look over at her, and say something, anything, but he couldn't find the words. So he stared at the screen, he had seen this movie at least a thousand times, he knew every part, but tonight he was lost, he had no clue what was going on. It was like the characters were speaking Spanish, which he hated. In school, he was forced to take it, he never used it in real life, and most likely never would, which was why he strongly disagreed with it.
He glanced over at her, she smiled slightly and looked away. She looked at the screen and swallowed hard, this was it she had to do it. She glanced over at him, taking a breath she moved towards him, guiding her fingers along his jaw she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.
Not for certain what she was doing, he didn't stop her. Pulling her toward him so her chest was against his, he could feel her heart pounding, just like his. He pulled away, letting his hand drop down her back, on hand planted on her lower back, and the other lost in her long wavy chestnut hair. He searched her face, she held a slight smirk, and her eyes were like glass.
She looked into his eyes, they were huge and dark. Her fingers entwined in his hair, she leaned forward and kissed him again. Breaking the kiss, she looked at his face, his lips held a smirk, while his heart pounded into her chest. All of a sudden she felt the need to run, had she done something wrong was this a huge mistake? No, his hands felt to good for this to be a mistake. She pulled away, but he pulled her closer kissing her hungrily. She had never been kissed like that, she could feel his tongue, as disgusting as she thought it would be, it wasn't. She could taste him, his lips, tongue, and teeth gently nipping on her bottom lip as he pulled away. She liked it, all of it.
He broke the kiss resting his forehead against hers. His eyes stayed on her lips, so perfect, so soft. Lightly swollen from kissing, yet still held that perfect shape. His eyes traveled down her neck and to her gray almost see through thermal shirt that clung to her slow rising chest. "You kissed me," he whispered almost silently, pulling his head away to look her in the eyes.
She nodded, not able to say a word. She glanced up into his eyes, and smiled slightly.
He searched her face, flushed, pink in the checks, and beautiful, just stunning. He leaned forward to kiss her again when the phone rang. "Shit," he muttered as he gently lowered her off of him. "I'll be right back," he said as he got up and scurried to find the phone.
She watched as he cursed to himself as he searched for the phone.
"Hello," he said once he found it, his tone was annoyed but then his voice softened, "Yeah," He smiled then his face got more serious in a few minutes, "This weekend? That's like two days away. Come on, you know I have to work, yeah but, I can't stand them," he sighed "I'm gonna freeze my ass off up there, no Mom, that's ridiculous, I can't go up there tomorrow morning. Why in the hell do you want me to go anyway? Fine, yeah I'll bring Charlie, Yeah see you then, I guess so, yeah." He paused "Bye," He hung up the phone and set it down as he came back over to her.
She looked at up at him curiously.
Jess lifted his eye brows, "My mom," He sat down next to her. "She, has this house in up state New York, and she wants me to go up this weekend, and stay for a few days."
He didn't seem really happy, but he didn't seem mad, "Oh, when will you be back?" she asked, not knowing if he wanted her to go with him.
He moved closer to her, tilting his head for better access to her lips. He kissed her gently, sweetly, and softly. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, "I'm not going up there alone," he said as if it was obvious to her, "You're coming with me," kissing her on the lips again. "And we're coming back on Monday,"
She smiled at him, and nodded.
He slipped his arm around her, pulling her into him, "Your coming, because," he said as he kissed her neck softly, "You kissed me, and now," he kissed up her neck and along her chin, "I'm hooked, so your going, plus, I can't stand my mom's boyfriend," he kissed her on the lips.
She stared into his eyes, "I've never felt like this," she breathed out, so softly.
He stared at her, her face went sad.
She felt her heart go heavy, she had fallen, hard. There she was on his lap kissing him, getting feelings, she had never felt before, she had never known before, but they felt so good. All of her fears came back to her, what if he didn't mean anything, what if he was using her? She closed her eyes and prayed that he'd never leave. She buried her head into his neck, whispering "Please don't hurt me, Please don't leave,"
He listened carefully and kissed her shoulder, why would he leave why would he hurt her? How could she think that? Was she afraid of him, "I'll never leave," he whispered into her neck, "I'm not him,"
She nodded into his neck, kissing it, taking in his smell, touch, taste. "Promise," she muttered, getting lost in his embrace.
He nodded, just nodded.
The next morning he woke up lost in her long chestnut hair. He looked around, he was on the sofa, in the living room, with her body close to his, in his arms, and he brushed the hair out of her face, revealing a soft hidden smile. He got up, being careful not to move her delicate body.
He dialed the phone, on the other end he could hear Tom bitching about something, Jess ignored him, "I'm not gonna be in till Monday, so call Richie," Jess said flatly. He told Tom why and Tom agreed. He walked into his room, grabbing a laundry bag, He grabbed his cloths and threw them in the bag, he needed to get away, just her and him, and the city was getting to him. He packed up everything, and traveled into the living room.
She woke up and he was gone, she stared around the room, searching for him. There he was, she smiled, and rubbed her eyes.
He threw her the phone, "Call work, we're leaving." He said quickly, "I'll be back in fifteen minutes, be ready, pack really warm cloths," He picked up the dog, and walked out the door grabbing his coat.
She watched as he set his bag down and walked out with the dog. She dialed Donna's and traveled to her room, grabbing cloths and shoving them into a bag as the phone sat tucked between her shoulder and cheek, Donna gave her the time off, and told her to be careful. She walked out of her bedroom door, when he was walking in the door. She smiled at him, he smirked back.
She watched as he made coffee put it in cups and put the last of their needs together. Finally they were on their way down the stairs, to his car, that she didn't even know about. They came to the first floor, it was a garage with cars in it. They loaded their items into an old rusty black mustang. Soon they were on the road.
She stared out the window and then down at her cloths, that she had slept in. He hadn't said much, which made her wonder if he regretted what they did last night. She sipped her coffee and hummed along with Audioslave. She shivered, it seemed to be getting colder, and both still hadn't said much which was getting to her even more. Charlie, wrapped up in a blanket sat between them on the bench seat, she had gotten much bigger in the last two weeks.
Not sure how she felt about the night before, he didn't say much to her. He had glanced over at her several times, they had traveled about two hours, and still had three to go, and she seemed cold. He struggled as he took of his coat, and tried to drive. He handed it to her, smiled lightly at her.
She slipped his, jean jacket lined with wool on, it smelt like him, that sweet tangy smell she could get high on. She looked over at him, he wore a black flannel shirt under a red shirt that stated 'Get Off My Nuts' with the chip and dale chipmunks on it. She glanced out her window, "Do you regret last night?" she whispered.
He glanced over, and thought about what to say, but he couldn't think of words that could actually mean something. He shook his head, "No, do you?" He raised his eye brows praying she didn't.
She smiled as she looked out the window, she shook her head and looked over at him. His lips held a smirk.
He smirked when he saw her reflection of a smile in the window. She liked him. "I'm not gonna tell my mom, yet," he said as his eyes stared at the road ahead. "She'll pester me about it," he laughed.
His mother was great, she had put up with a lot from him, he had to admit, and he was a bad kid for a few years there. Drugs, women, alcohol, it was all fair game then. Then Jay happened, his best friend, they grew up in the same building together, spent most nights together, practically brothers. He had gotten into a few gang feuds, but Jess never thought Jay would end up dead. He remembered Linda, Jay's mom finding him propped up on her door. He remembered her screaming for nights on end. 'He was my baby, My only baby!' That night Liz slapped him across the face, with tears pouring down her face, 'Jess!! That's you, I won't let you do that to your self!' she yelled at him. 'He's dead! Dead! You mess up again, and your going to Luke's cuz, I can't deal with this! I wont let you do that to me!' After that he had calmed down some what, but then when Tom offered him a job, he had decided he had to make a life, or else he would end up like Jay and he didn't have the balls to do that to his mother, who had done nothing to him besides, be there.
He looked over at Rory, she was smiling, he was glad. If he had ended up like Jay, where would she be? Maybe there was more to life, he just had to take the time to look.
They were greeted by Jess's mother, Liz. A tall, light brown haired, soft looking woman hugged Rory and started asking her questions. Rory smiled, his mom was great. They ate dinner together, and soon settled in for the night. The house was huge, and deep into the woods, which didn't bother Rory that much it was so calm and beautiful. The house, was old, everything was original, and antique. Each room had character, everything was great. His mother, was wonderful, his step father to be, brought in interesting topics to talk about, she herself found him to be very interesting.
Rory watched Jess most of the night, their eyes often met, and he would give her a seductive looked, and she would look away in fear of blushing. Her room was about five doors away from his, and her room was a dark purple color, and everything matched perfectly.
It was late, and her room was nothing but darkness. She looked around and only found oil lamps, where matches sat beside it. She lit the lamp, it gave it off an orange color that glows nicely through out the room. Sitting down on the side of the bed she picks through her bag pulling out fresh underwear, bra, and black flannel shirt, and her white cotton pajama bottoms. She takes her cloths and heads to the bathroom door. She feels clean as the soap washes off of her body. She puts on her clean red underwear and bra the she wraps the towel tightly around her to try to keep warm. She stands in front of the mirror and observes herself, does he like her, and does he see what she sees? She didn't think much of her looks, she didn't find herself pretty, and her head was to small for her long lanky body. She sighed and turned away from the mirror, to find him standing in the doorway. 'Your beautiful,' she heard his horse husky voice say, her eyes got big, and she swallowed looking up at him.
He opened her door, as gently as possible, so he wouldn't get caught, he was twenty and he still snuck around when he stayed with his mother. He figured she'd be asleep, but when he looked at the bed it was empty, and he heard the shower turn off. The bathroom door was open and the steam bellowed out into the bedroom. He moved towards the door, and there she was in front of the mirror, studying herself, she didn't look pleased. She tilted her head slightly and sighed, "Your beautiful," he said out loud with out thought. He walked towards her kissing her wet neck.
She could feel the burning deep between her legs, roam up her body, and start to tingle in her chest and his kiss continued up her neck while his hand settled on his hip and the other in her wet long hair. She took a deep breath as his lips roamed hers. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she lost all thought as he made their way toward the bed. She broke the kiss as he set her on the bed, he stared back at her. She started to breath again, she stared into his eyes, shaking her head.
He touched her face, looking into her eyes.
She opened her mouth to talk, "I don't know what to do," she said looking every where but at him, she almost felt embarrassed, she was nineteen and had no clue about anything the opposite sex had to offer.
He shook his head, gliding his hand along her jaw bone making her look at him, "Your doing fine, but we don't have to,"
She kissed him, this was it. This was a huge move, one of the biggest things in her life she was giving him. She felt her towel come off, she was thankful for her red bra and underwear, she didn't feel completely nude, but she still felt nude so she crossed her arms on her chest to at least cover something.
He undid the towel and revealed, her matching bra and panties set. She blushed and covered her chest, looking up at him with the most innocent blue eyes. He leaned into her and kissed her.
She ran her hands along the rim of his shirt, immediately he broke the kiss and pulled off his shirt, his stomach and chest were a natural tan Italian olive color, his body perfectly cut, and his muscles formed in all the right ways. She studied his tense shoulders, running her hands up his chest and shoulders, she could feel the heat coming off of his skin.
He watched as her hand traveled up his body, she studied his every movement, reading him like a book, he kissed her arm, and up to her shoulder where he pushed away her bra strap, he felt her stomach get tenser, as his hand glided along it, she sucked air in and her stomach jumped, he press down softly on her stomach, while kissing the place where a thread of material once sat. He swung his leg over her legs, so he straddled her. He continued to kiss along her bra line, while his other hand slid under her, she arched her back giving him better access to her, he pulled her bra off, in a split second, he took her newly exposed skin in his mouth, while his other hand massaged the other. He could feel her fingers in his hair, her breath speeding, and her heart pounding as he carefully bit down on her.
No one had ever seen her, touched her, this was all so new, so over whelming, yet so good. The orange light still filled the room. She moaned out of disappointment when she felt him move, she felt her jaw jitter slightly, as he switched sides and continued to please her.
He moved his mouth up her chest and neck, to her lips. Kissing her forcefully and hungrily, while his passion took over her hands slid down his firm body, to his pant's button, undoing it. He pulled away, standing up sliding his pants down, then picking them up and rummaging through them.
She wrapped her arms around herself, to cover up. She sat up on her knees and watched as he looked through his wallet, pulling out a packet and looking up at her he smirked.
He ripped the packet open and put it on quickly, and climbed back onto the bed. Lying her on her back, he kissed her.
Her hands roamed his body, and found them selves on his boxers tugging down wards. He shifted his weight, helping her take them off, while he pulled her last article of clothing off.
He positioned himself over her, making sure she was comfortable, he moved his body, entering her slowly. His eyes studied her face, as he quickened his pace. Her eyes widened, and her jaw opened, while she moaned his name, her body moved forward with his, and her nails dug into his back, and her continued to enter her.
She couldn't breath, and it felt so good, she closed her eyes and arched her back pushing her stomach into his, as her moans grew louder, as his thrusts grew harder and faster. Finally her body tightened and she moaned as her continued to enter her.
He pushed slowly into her, and then collapsed to the side of her, she was the best he had ever had and she was all he wanted. He watched as she caught her breath.
She rolled over on to her side facing him, she shivered the room had gotten a lot colder. His face glowed in the orange light. Her eyelids were heavy, and her heart jumped inside of her.
He looked at her tired eyes, and looked at her chest calmly rising and falling. Every line of her face was perfectly accented by the deep orange mist of color that the oil lamp brought to the room. "Did I hurt you?" he asked as his hand glided along her jaw.
She shook her head. She stared out the window behind him, snow, it was snowing. "Look," she whispered pointing towards the window.
He turned his head, looking out the window, snow. He smiled and turned looking at her.
"Snows magical," she whispered breathlessly.
He let out a breath and wrapped his arms around her. Most women pulled away, but her well, she didn't. He felt her shiver, he pulled away and pulled more blankets around her. He leaned over the side of the bed, grabbing his boxers and his T-shirt. Slipping on his boxers he handed her his t-shirt.
She slipped on his t-shirt, it was big but, not to big. She moved closer to him, placing her head on his shoulder she falls into a deep sleep.
The room was still dark when he wakes, he looks out the window. Everything was white, covered in snow, and the oil lamp still leaves a flicker of light in the bed room. He glances down at his watch, five am. He felt her stir in her sleep, and she wakes up, still in her sleepy state.
"Jess," she moans.
He pushes the hair out of her face, and kisses her forehead.
"What did we do last night?" she moaned tired and lost.
He smiled, "You were quite the temptress." He said and watched as she nodded, having no clue what he was talking about. "I have to take a shower, I need to get up," but she still didn't move from on top of him. He got up slowly making sure he didn't startle her.
He found her sitting up when he returned, "How'd you sleep?" he asked as he towel dried his hair with a hand towel.
She nodded, still not completely awake.
"You want coffee?" he asked, while slipping his jeans back on.
She nodded, and got up from the bed.
"You need some cloths too," he said as he picked through her bag.
Her thongs, were in that bag, and he was going through it. She went to take the bag from him but it was to late.
He looks down at the underwear in front of him. He looked at her, she held a panicked look. He cocked up and eyebrow and handed her the black thong, she blushes and he smirks holding his cocky grin. "I had no clue, That explains no pantie lines,"
She glares at him, but smiles shyly, taking the bag from him. She pulled on her underwear and put on a new bra. Then she pulled on a 'Sex Pistols' sweat shirt on, and her jeans. "What time is it?" she whispered as they walked down the hall towards his room.
"Five thirty," he says as he opens his door. A/N- I know this chapter took Forever!!! I'm so sorry, I hope it's worth your while!! Review!!