LITTLE VISIT 4: SATURDAY AFTERNOON

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Light was streaming in through the unobstructed window, falling gently on Rory's face. Slowly she roused. From a distance, she could make out the deep and even sounds of someone sleeping. It was only then that she remembered Jess was with her. Delicately she rolled over in bed to look at him, ever mindful of the sounds the bedsprings were making. Jess didn't stir.

Jess was lying on his back in serene slumber, his breathing rhythmic and beautiful to her ears. His hair was mussed up ever so enticingly, and his face was the perfect picture of angelic relaxation.

Rory's thoughts, however, were far from angelic. His far leg was hanging out from under the blanket. Curiosity got the better of her. Rory, gauging his face all the while, leaned over him slightly. She was trying to peek over the blanket and check if he was wearing boxers or briefs.

The blanket thwarted her; it was heaped in such a way as to conceal him from her view. Hand poised over the blanket, she leaned over a little farther and caused a bedspring to pop loudly. She bristled, gasping despite herself. Jess started.

"Rory," he stumbled in sleepy surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"I'm pretty sure you were doing something," he said, sounding a little more coherent, but eyes closing again.

"Nope. I'm pretty sure you're imagining things."

"You were leaning over me. You were reaching for the blanket."

"No I wasn't."

"I don't mind that you were leaning over me."

"Oh. Good," she relaxed.

"Ha! You admit it!" he exclaimed, fully awake, eyes flying open to look at her closely.

Rory cringed and lay back on the bed. She knew if her comment hadn't given her away, her expression surely had. She smiled and placed her hands to her face, covering her eyes.

Jess turned over onto his stomach, propped up by elbows, and observed her with a wicked grin. "What were you doing?" he teased in a musical voice.

"Nothing…"

"You were gonna look at my underwear."

Rory laughed franticly, still covering her eyes, "God! You caught me, OK?"

"You want to know what I'm wearing? Well, I'll tell you…" he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. She shivered as his warm breath and deep voice caressed her. "I'm wearing a T-shirt," he stated simply. "Only a T-shirt…"

Rory's jaw fell down in surprise. "Lettin' it all hang out," he continued.

She pulled her hands away to look in his eyes. Was it sincerity or jest she saw there? She couldn't be sure. "You're joking…"

"Only one way to tell." He rolled onto one arm and flung the blanket off of him. She instantly closed her eyes again, a giggly shriek escaping her lips. She willed herself not to peek, but curiosity got the better of her. She couldn't help it; she opened one eye. He was wearing a pair of dark gray boxers.

The knowledge that he was clothed, however, did little to calm her racing blood. He looked damn fine in boxers.

He was laughing uproariously at her now so she flung a pillow on his face and, while he was removing it, she dove for him, attempting to tickle the skin at his waist.

"Ak!" he cried, laughing still and tickling her back. The two tousled for a while, the noises he was making indicating that he enjoyed the play as much as she did. Rory hovered above him now, leaning on one arm, which meant that, whereas both of Jess's hands flurried at her waist, she only had one free hand with which to tickle him. She shifted her weight, leaning back slightly, so that she could use both hands as well.

Jess used her motion to his advantage. With a mischievous, triumphant grunt, he moved to pin her down beneath him. But she was quicker. She managed to slink out of his grasp and off of the bed.

Rory dashed for the bathroom, giggling hysterically, glancing back just long enough to see that he was going to chase her. His eyes were bright, filled with merriment and sex. As were hers, she was certain.

She closed the door moments before he pounced on it. She heard his conceding laughter through the door. "Oh Rory…" he cooed enticingly.

"Nice try, Jess!" she giggled, her heart light and fluttering from exertion as well as arousal.

"OK, OK…" he consented.

She opened the door a crack. He was leaning against the doorframe, smirking down at her and taking her breath away. "Oh hello," she murmured blissfully.

"What do you want to do today?" he questioned warmly.

Besides rip your clothes off? she thought, before smirking at herself. "Um, you want to wander around downtown? I could show you my haunts around campus."

"OK," came his answer.

"But first, I'd like to shower."

"Whatever you say," he stated, reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt, meaning to take it off, and presumably join her in the bathroom.

"Ha!" she joked, but nervous again. She quickly grabbed his hem and pulled it back down. It was a lot more difficult to resist him when he did stuff like that.

"I'm just kidding," he chuckled. "Go on, have a shower. I'm gonna fix some breakfast."

"Good luck finding any breakfast to fix."

"Why? Don't you shop?"

"I usually eat out."

"We'll see what I can come up with."

"OK," she smiled and closed the door again. Before she unbuttoned her pyjama top, she decided to lock the door, just to be safe. With Jess, you never knew. Then again, Jess would just pick the lock if he wanted to come in anyway.

It occurred to her; maybe she was locking herself in. Obviously the attraction between them, which she'd thought to be dead, had merely been hibernating for the past year and a half. Now it was awake in her, with a voracious appetite.

A few minutes later, Rory reached for a towel off the rack. "Drat," she murmured as she remembered that she kept no clothes in the bathroom save her pyjamas. Walking out of the bathroom in only a towel would not do. She put the pyjamas back on before stepping into the main room.

Jess had folded the bed up again and was sitting on it, propped against the armrest, reading. His legs, now thankfully once again clad in jeans, were bent and resting on the couch cushion. He looked up from the book when she came in. "You were right. You have absolutely no food. How do you live like that?"

"I told you, I eat out a lot."

"Can I have a shower?"

"Sure. The towels are in this closet here. Make yourself at home."

Jess got up from the couch and made his way across the room. "Oh I've already made myself at home: I've been all through your underwear drawer," he deadpanned calmly.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry, I put everything back. Well… except for the one pair of panties that I'm taking with me into the shower."

"What!"

"I'm kidding," he smirked, slipping past her into the bathroom. "After my shower, I'll take you out for breakfast."

"More like lunch, now," she remarked, noticing the time. She was smiling to herself as she pulled an outfit out of her closet. When she heard the water running safely in the bathroom, she dressed quickly and set about fixing her hair.

A short while later they were having a little lunch at a deli called the Market. "I still say George Harrison was an unsung talent," Jess was saying.

"Unsung? The Beatles were huge. How can you say any of them were unsung?"

"True. But having a prolific songwriting team like Lennon and McCartney in their ranks, it must have been easy for George to get overlooked within the band. And yet George wrote some fantastic songs. He really came into his own in later years."

"Yeah," Rory pondered and had to agree. "I really love 'Something'. It's beautiful… and well… sexy," she admitted.

Jess raised an eyebrow at her. "Hmm… I'm gonna have to listen to that one again."

She blushed. Now Jess knew what she found sexy. "And 'Here Comes the Sun'," she changed the subject, "God, I love that song. I can feel spring, just listening to it."

"Yeah." Jess enthused, his eyes twinkling. But, if it was his newfound knowledge of her turn-ons that amused him, he didn't let on. "And "Taxman'? Every time I hear that one I'm struck by how clever it is, lyrically and musically."

Rory nodded, her lips pursed into a thoughtful expression. "Yeah, now that you mention it, some of my favourite Beatles songs are George's." She finished her sandwich.

"Exactly. And yet John and Paul often get all the recognition as songwriters." He looked at her again. "You ready?"

"Sure." And the two of them slipped out of the door. Only a few minutes later they were in the heart of the campus. Rory loved it there. On a cool, crisp day - such as it was that day - the campus was hauntingly beautiful.

Glancing at Jess, and him meeting her gaze with a smile, she decided it was even nicer to be able to share it with someone.

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A/N:

So have I rated this one right? That's not too much for PG-13, is it? Too little? ;)

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