"Luuuuke"
"what?"
"coooffffeeeeee"
Luke thought for a moment "no"
"oh come on. I'm not even kidding. I really need it" Lorelai said seriously.
"you say that every day"
"yes but today I really mean it. I have to go to diner at my parents house"
"you do that every Friday." Luke said matter of factly
"yes but I'm going solo. no reinforcements, its a suicide mission!"
"what about Rory?"
"ahh, she's not feeling well that lucky dog"
"is she ok? what's wrong?" Luke asked worriedly
"nothing much. It's weird though. She was fine yesterday, I didn't even hear her get up this morning. Anyway she came home a little while ago from a date with Dean and she said she wasn't feeling well. I think it's less of a viral sickness and more of boyfriend trouble"
"Did he hurt her? oh man, that kid is a punk, I knew he was bad for Rory..."
"No, I don't think it's anything like that. I think she just needs some time to rest is all"
"alright"
"so?"
"so, what?"
"coffee?"
Jess tuned them out as he walked up the stairs to the apartment. He wasn't in the mood to hear the two of them flirting today. All Jess could think about Rory. Another date with Dean, and now she's depressed. Jess was pretty sure he knew what had happened.
it's not my problemJess thought as he found the bottle of tequila behind his clothes. He hadn't eaten much that day, but he didn't care. He open the bottle and took a gulp. she doesn't want to be friends with me, fine he thought as he took another shot. she wants to hate me, fine another shot. she wants to be with bag boy, fine another shot. she wants to touch me and then freak out when I touch her back, she wants to forget about it, fine he thought as he was about to take another shot. no, not fine! I never let anyone pull me through the mud before I'm sure as hell not gonna let her do it! He took one long last gulp from the bottle, closed it, re-hid it, and walked down the stairs. Luke didn't even notice that Jess had passed through having been in that stupid daze he was always in after Lorelai had been there. He shouldn't let her push him around either, he and I are gonna have a long talk Jess thought to himself, the alcohol undoubtedly getting to his head. Jess walked straight to the Gilmore house and straight to Rory's window. It was wide open. Jess smirked to himself.


"You know," Jess began, watching Rory jump in surprise and whirl around to face him, her eyes wide. "If you're sick, you really shouldn't leave your window open like that. The cold wind, all the germs that could come creeping in...not to mention handsome strangers like myself." He flashed her his never-fail charming grin, taking a few cautious steps towards her and found that it could, in fact, fail. Rory glared at him, eyes blazing. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a hostile tone. She backed up, keeping a purposeful distance between them that was quite obviously more
than personal space. Jess narrowed his eyes and advanced again. She retreated. They continued in such a pattern, almost like a dance, until Rory backed herself against a bookshelf. The shelf shook and a few books toppled from it to the floor at her feet, but Rory's entire attention was so focused
on jess that she barely noticed.
Panicked, her gaze swept from left to right, looking for a way out. But by the time she had determined that she was trapped, Jess was directly in front of her, a gentle smile still curling his lips. One hand lifted from his side to caress Rory's cheek. His hand was mere centimeters away from her face when she flinched, drawing back.
"So is that how it's gonna be from now on?" Jess asked mockingly. "You can touch me, but I can't touch you? Hardly seems fair, does it?" He brought his hand up once again, and this time, it made contact with the smooth, soft skin of her cheek. His thumb slowly rubbed back and forth before straying to her lips.
An involuntary whimper escaped Rory's lips as the pad of Jess's thumb brushed over the clusters of sensitive nerve endings there. He rolled the top lip between his fingers, then the bottom one, pinching gently, leaving her mouth aching for the touch of his. He leaned forward then, as if on cue, and her neck stretched to close the gap between them, but he stopped. Their lips barely brushed. He exhaled, making her shiver, before trailing upwards to place a soft kiss on first one temple, then the other.
Inwardly, Rory groaned in frustration, first at not being able to kiss him like she wanted to, then at actually wanting to kiss him. This wasn't supposed to be happening - it shouldn't be. She loved Dean, no questions asked. A part of her resented Jess for barging in here, assuming that she
wanted him. The only trouble was, she did. Like it or not, Dean or no Dean, she was helplessly attracted to Jess. She had been since the day he had shown his face in Star's Hollow, what with his mischievous, dimpled smile and that irresistible sparkle in his eyes.
But Rory was Rory, and no matter how much she liked the dark-haired, practical-joking, closet reader, she was loyal to a fault. To Dean. Her hands reached out to shove him away, but halfway there she changed her mind, and ended up reaching to cup the back of his head, encouraging the way he was sucking at her neck.
Jess was too fast for her, however. Quick as lightning, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall behind her on either side of the tall wooden bookshelf.
"Uh-uh," he scolded. "That's not the way this works, remember? It's a one-way street. You had your fun - now it's my turn." He let go of one wrist and brought his hand to her waist, sliding it beneath her T-shirt to caress the smooth skin of her stomach.
"Jess," she breathed. His hand moved higher. And higher. And higher still, until the back of it just barely brushed her breast through the cotton of her bra. The light touch jolted her, her mind clearing the Jess-induced haze it had been swimming in and bringing her directly to thoughts of yesterday.

"Jess, please," she begged.
"Please what?" he murmured, his face hovering teasingly above hers, their
breath mingling.
"Please stop," Rory said in a small voice.
"Is that really what you want?" Jess asked. His other hand had let go of her wrist as well, leaving her arms dangling limply at her sides, to join the first in its slow exploration of her back. He let one hand rest at the small of her back, while the other moved to her shoulder and slid its way down the length of her arm. Rory was silent as Jess trailed his fingers back upwards to push the material of her T-shirt off of her shoulder, leaving it bare and vulnerable to his kisses.
"You didn't answer me," he reminded her, moving from her shoulder back up to her neck. "Do you really want me to stop?" He nipped and sucked his way up the thick, protruding cord of her neck, then brushed her long mahogany hair out of the way to gain better access to her ear.
"I..." Rory trailed off as Jess first kissed her lightly behind the ear before pulling the lobe into his mouth and tugging at it with his teeth, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin.
"I can't hear you," he teased, moving back to her neck for a third time. He couldn't help himself - there was something about that area that drew him to it. He latched onto her vein and began sucking at it like an infant with his bottle. As he did so, his hands wandered from Rory's thighs up to her underarms and back, purposely brushing her breasts with his hands.
"C'mon," he whispered. "If you want me to stop, stop me." With his tongue, he trailed a wet line down her collarbone to the neckline of her shirt, which he traced, dipping just below the material of her shirt. Finally, he placed a kiss between her breasts and rose to meet her eyes again. Without
Jess licking and kissing her, Rory was suddenly able to process rational thoughts once again.
"Stop," she whispered. Again, Jess did nothing of the sort, his fingertips brushing the exposed skin on the backs of her thighs right below her shorts.
"You never told me if that's what you really want," he reminded her, his eyes never leaving hers. Rory frowned at him, her eyes swimming with confusion and mixed emotions. But she never said no. Jess smiled.
"That's what I though," he said. Placing a soft, gentle kiss to the tip of her nose, he turned to leave.
"Be seeing you," he uttered cheerfully as he hopped out her window. Rory stared after him. Only when he was completely out of sight did she realize that she'd been holding her breath. She let it out all at once in a loud whoosh of air, then moved across the room to stand before the mirror.

Blowing the hair out of her eyes, Rory examined herself. Face sweaty, eyes shining, cheeks red. Then she noticed something. Leaning closer, she examined her neck.

Marring the creamy skin was the already-purpling bruise of a very large hickey.

"Shit," Rory muttered under her breath.





Hey everyone. first I want to thank all those people out there who have supported this fic, it means a lot. A special thanks to Jazz, who's persistance never let me forget about this story, and it is because of you that I got back to it. It's dedecated to you Jazz. Also, a special thanks to Angelous. Rach, I know you couldn't be my co-writer like I had hoped, but you really did help and it means a lot. Aly-My co writer. I couldn't have done any of this without you, I love you.
Ok, I want you al to know that I am not forgetting about this story, but I have another fic in the works. The sequal to Code of Silence. That is my baby, and all my energy is going into that. Aly is also co-writing that with me, along with Stew Pid (yes, the imfamous writer who is so amaing and my idol. Turns out she;s a big fan of mine and well, we just clicked) so you can bet that this story is going to be amasing. But I have an outline for this fic and every so often I'll write a new chap for it.
So thank you so much to all of my supporters.
A special thanks to Jesse, who is being amaising and posting this all for me because my comp won't let me.