AN:(Jewls) sigh, this is my fav chapter. I really have to thank Dana for
her help on this. She not only lent her expertise in a particular part of
this chapter, but she busted her butt to beta read this (despite the things
in her life) so that we can get this out to all you. Enjoy, and please,
trust me. I know what you want, and stick with it, you will be happy.
AN: (Taylor) This is a great chap! I think you'll like it…. Dana's great, you gotta admit it. Thanks! Please keep up with the great reviews. I'll be your bestest friend…..
"Okay, Mr. Mysterious, what's up?" Lorelai asked as she entered the diner after dinner. Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs, leaving Caesar in the diner. Rory had headed home, and Lorelai said she was just getting some coffee. "What is wrong?" she questioned as he hastily pushed her into the apartment and locked the door.
"This," Luke said, leading her over to the table and pointing to the bottle of pills. "It was in Bree's purse."
"You were looking through Bree's purse?" Lorelai asked him.
"Yes…no…I knocked it over, and this fell out."
Lorelai picked up the bottle and inspected it. "There's no label."
"I know that, Lorelai. If there was a label I would be a little less worried," Luke said in a fed-up tone.
"Okay, okay," Lorelai said nervously, opening the bottle and looking inside it.
"What should I do?" Luke pleaded her.
Lorelai sat for a minute, fingering the bottle. "Okay."
"Okay what?"
"I think we should take it."
"What do you mean? Steal it?"
"I guess so," Lorelai said. "We don't know if they're legit or not, right?"
Luke nodded in affirmation. "So if we take them, and she asks for them, we'll know they're just medicine. If not…"
"I don't know," he said.
"LUKE! It'll work. You want to know, right?"
Luke shrugged, "Of course. But I don't want to take them."
"We can also take one of the pills to a pharmacy or something, ask them what they are. Then you'll know."
Reluctantly, Luke agreed. He pocketed the pills.
"Okay, I'll come down tomorrow. And we'll see."
Jess, Dom, and Bree attempted to be quiet when they entered the apartment that night, feeling their way around in the dark room.
Bree went up to Dom, a mischievous smile on her face. She slid her hands under his shirt, up to his chest and started giggling.
"Okay," she whispered, moving her hips into him and nudging her leg in between his and pressing upward. "Come here," she said to Jess, beckoning him with one finger. He walked over, stumbling a little bit and cracking up. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned her torso into him, tilting her head back to see him. She smiled as he leaned close to her. As his lips brushed hers, Dom's hand slid under her skirt and up her thigh, playing with the dagger on her leg and pulling her pelvis closer into him. Turning her head to face Dom, Bree ground her hips gently forward then back before moving out of their embrace.
"Okay, good night," Bree whispered to them, giving them each a kiss, lightly fingering a white bandage on Jess' wrist before turning to go.
"No, don't leave us!" Dom said. Bree giggled and went into Jess's room.
Jess woke up on the couch, the room completely dark. His eyes slowly adjusted, and he saw Dominic on the huge chair across from him, curled up in the fetal position. He gingerly stood up, picking his way around the table to his room. He slowly opened the door, and saw Bree on his bed.
"Hey," she smiled, waking up as he sat down next to her on the bed.
"Hey," he replied.
"So, have fun tonight?" Bree asked him.
Jess nodded, and asked her, "Remember the last party we went to?"
"I remember what happened afterward…" Bree trailed off.
"I remember getting interrupted," Jess replied. Bree smiled seductively.
Jess shifted and placed his hands on the bed, trapping Bree between them. Supporting his weight with his arms, he leaned in slowly. As their lips met, his mouth gently began moving against hers. The kiss deepened, their tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths. Bree slid her hands under his shirt and over his chest. She allowed her hands to very lightly shift to his sides and then to gently stroke down his back.
When he pulled away to take a much-needed breath, she pulled his shirt over his head. Jess descended into her, his body covering hers as their mouths met again. He laced his hands through the silky strands of her hair. Bree pushed up and rolled him to his back. Straddling his waist, her hair brushing his bare chest, she moved her hands to the waistband of his boxers.
Jess moved his hands to her shoulders, sliding them down over her breasts and stomach until they rested at the hem of her shirt. He gently pulled it over her head, exposing her body to him. Bree took it from him and tossed it to the floor, a small smile on her face.
Easing Bree up with his hands, he lifted her body so that her torso was even with his face. He raised his head slightly and started peppering her toned stomach with kisses. Bree supported her weight with her legs and arms as Jess let his hands move from her waist to follow the path of his mouth.
Jess pulled his mouth away as his fingers caressed the fading scar on her lower abdomen. She looked down at him, and as their eyes met, he kissed it tenderly. He began moving his lips and hands in circles up to her breasts. She arched her back, bringing her body closer to his open mouth. She bent down, and their lips met again.
Within minutes, there were no barriers between them.
Luke's alarm went off loudly next to his ear, making him groan. Slamming his hand down on top of it, he reluctantly left the warmth and comfort of his bed and put on his clothes. Grabbing his hat from the dresser, he put it on as he walked out of the room.
He came to a sudden halt as he entered the living room. Dom was on the chair, his body draped across it in an extremely odd angle. But the couch was empty, and by the looks of it, it hadn't been slept in.
Luke's eyes moved towards the door to Jess's room, and he sighed, walking
down to the diner.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Jess joked to Bree as he entered his room. She'd kicked the blankets off during the night, and she was clad only in a worn white tee…Jess's worn white tee.
"Don't want to," Bree mumbled, pulling the pillow over her head.
"I already let you sleep in some," Jess said to her, picking up the pillow.
"What time is it?"
"Almost 9. Luke wanted me to get you up."
"You should have already," Bree said, sitting up.
"You were so cute when you slept, I didn't want to disturb you," Jess told
her.
"Okay, I'll be down in a minute," she sighed. Jess left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Bree yawned, stretching her sore limbs. She grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and pulled them on, and slipped into a simple red tank top. She walked into the living room, went over and picked up her purse. She rummaged through it and frantically dumped it out onto the floor.
"Oh, shit," she muttered. Putting everything back in the purse, she sighed and went
down to the diner.
"Sleeping Beauty!" Dom cried as she entered.
Laughing, she walked over and asked Luke what she should do.
"Take these to the table over there," he said gruffly. She took them, and walked slowly over to the table.
Lorelai came in, her eyes drifting over the diner until they landed on Bree. Looking sharply over to Luke, he shrugged.
She sat down at the counter. "Rory's buying us candy," she said to Jess. He nodded, putting a mug in front of her.
"Are you okay?" Jess asked Bree, who was leaning on the counter.
She nodded sluggishly, then gave him a slightly reassuring smile, "I'm fine, really. Just a little warm."
Jess exchanged a look with Dom, who nodded, asking, "Do you want to lie
down?"
"Leave me alone!" she said, giggling. "You two worry too much."
"JESS!" Luke yelled.
Jess turned to look at him. "What?"
"WHAT IS THAT?" he yelled, pointing to Jess's inner wrist. "I never said you could get a tattoo!"
Jess looked at his wrist, a small smile on his face. "What's the big deal? You have one."
Lorelai gasped, "Luke has a tattoo?"
Luke put his head in his hands, mumbling something.
"What? What is it? WHERE?" Lorelai asked him.
"Jess, I will kill you once for getting a tattoo and kill you again for telling her that."
"Where, where, where?" Lorelai taunted.
Dom suddenly broke in. "Bree?" he asked the girl as she swayed unsteadily and reached out to steady herself, but not finding anything to hold on to.
"BREE!" Dom said, running over. She collapsed, falling to the floor.
Jess kneeled down next to her, lifting her head and putting it in his lap. "Bree," he pleaded, lightly tapping her pale face now drenched in sweat.
Lorelai and Luke rushed over as Dom rubbed Bree's head. She groaned, her eyes opening, looking like they had to fight through quicksand to allow her to see.
"Bree, what is it?" Jess asked her.
"I didn't take my....couldn't find my stuff," she mumbled, only loud enough for Jess, Dom, Luke, and Lorelai to hear.
"Let me make a few calls. I ran into some people last night, I'll see if I can score some," Dom said, standing up quickly and running out of the diner.
Jess picked Bree up, and she curled into his chest. He carried her up the stairs, leaving behind a puzzled Luke and Lorelai.
Jess set Bree down gently on the couch, his hand running through her hair. She began to speak, but Jess stopped her. "Shhh. It's okay. Dom's getting your stuff. It's going to be okay."
She closed her eyes. Jess got up and grabbed cold towel and returned to the couch softly dabbing her face.
"I'm sorry," Bree said to him. Jess looked at the now sitting up Bree.
"Lay back down," he told her.
"I'm okay, really. Once I get a pill I'll be 100 percent," she swore,
leaning back. "I guess last night wore me out a bit, that I couldn't find anything this morning"
"It's ok, relax."
"I'm sorry." Bree said changing her tone
Luke walked up to the door with the intent of checking on Bree to see how she was. He stopped when he heard them speaking, and couldn't stop from listening to their conversation.
"You don't have to be sorry," Jess said. "You couldn't help fainting."
"Not that, you idiot," Bree said. Jess looked puzzled. "For getting you
kicked out."
Jess sighed, getting up . "It wasn't your fault."
"Don't lie to me, Jess, you were never very good at it," Bree said to him, leaning into him.
Jess looked down at his hands. "It would of happened eventually."
"But I made it sooner. I'm sorry. I mean, if I…"
"Don't," Jess told her lovingly, walking over to her and sitting down. "I'm not sorry."
Bree closed her eyes and smiled. Jess leaned in and kissed her softly, gently on the lips. They both smiled sadly.
"It's too late for us, isn't it?" Bree asked, more of a statement than a
question.
Jess cupped her cheek with his hand.
"Last night," Bree continued, "that was goodbye."
Jess sighed, "I wish it weren't."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I know that, too."
Luke silently went back down the stairs, passing a frantic Dom on the way, and ran through the overheard conversation in his head.
Later that afternoon, Luke went into his now empty apartment. He picked up the phone, glanced down at the phone book next to the base, and dialed. After a few rings, the machine picked up and he swore, glancing around the empty apartment as if Jess or Bree were going pop up from nowhere.
"Liz, it's Luke..."
AN: (Taylor) This is a great chap! I think you'll like it…. Dana's great, you gotta admit it. Thanks! Please keep up with the great reviews. I'll be your bestest friend…..
"Okay, Mr. Mysterious, what's up?" Lorelai asked as she entered the diner after dinner. Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs, leaving Caesar in the diner. Rory had headed home, and Lorelai said she was just getting some coffee. "What is wrong?" she questioned as he hastily pushed her into the apartment and locked the door.
"This," Luke said, leading her over to the table and pointing to the bottle of pills. "It was in Bree's purse."
"You were looking through Bree's purse?" Lorelai asked him.
"Yes…no…I knocked it over, and this fell out."
Lorelai picked up the bottle and inspected it. "There's no label."
"I know that, Lorelai. If there was a label I would be a little less worried," Luke said in a fed-up tone.
"Okay, okay," Lorelai said nervously, opening the bottle and looking inside it.
"What should I do?" Luke pleaded her.
Lorelai sat for a minute, fingering the bottle. "Okay."
"Okay what?"
"I think we should take it."
"What do you mean? Steal it?"
"I guess so," Lorelai said. "We don't know if they're legit or not, right?"
Luke nodded in affirmation. "So if we take them, and she asks for them, we'll know they're just medicine. If not…"
"I don't know," he said.
"LUKE! It'll work. You want to know, right?"
Luke shrugged, "Of course. But I don't want to take them."
"We can also take one of the pills to a pharmacy or something, ask them what they are. Then you'll know."
Reluctantly, Luke agreed. He pocketed the pills.
"Okay, I'll come down tomorrow. And we'll see."
Jess, Dom, and Bree attempted to be quiet when they entered the apartment that night, feeling their way around in the dark room.
Bree went up to Dom, a mischievous smile on her face. She slid her hands under his shirt, up to his chest and started giggling.
"Okay," she whispered, moving her hips into him and nudging her leg in between his and pressing upward. "Come here," she said to Jess, beckoning him with one finger. He walked over, stumbling a little bit and cracking up. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned her torso into him, tilting her head back to see him. She smiled as he leaned close to her. As his lips brushed hers, Dom's hand slid under her skirt and up her thigh, playing with the dagger on her leg and pulling her pelvis closer into him. Turning her head to face Dom, Bree ground her hips gently forward then back before moving out of their embrace.
"Okay, good night," Bree whispered to them, giving them each a kiss, lightly fingering a white bandage on Jess' wrist before turning to go.
"No, don't leave us!" Dom said. Bree giggled and went into Jess's room.
Jess woke up on the couch, the room completely dark. His eyes slowly adjusted, and he saw Dominic on the huge chair across from him, curled up in the fetal position. He gingerly stood up, picking his way around the table to his room. He slowly opened the door, and saw Bree on his bed.
"Hey," she smiled, waking up as he sat down next to her on the bed.
"Hey," he replied.
"So, have fun tonight?" Bree asked him.
Jess nodded, and asked her, "Remember the last party we went to?"
"I remember what happened afterward…" Bree trailed off.
"I remember getting interrupted," Jess replied. Bree smiled seductively.
Jess shifted and placed his hands on the bed, trapping Bree between them. Supporting his weight with his arms, he leaned in slowly. As their lips met, his mouth gently began moving against hers. The kiss deepened, their tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths. Bree slid her hands under his shirt and over his chest. She allowed her hands to very lightly shift to his sides and then to gently stroke down his back.
When he pulled away to take a much-needed breath, she pulled his shirt over his head. Jess descended into her, his body covering hers as their mouths met again. He laced his hands through the silky strands of her hair. Bree pushed up and rolled him to his back. Straddling his waist, her hair brushing his bare chest, she moved her hands to the waistband of his boxers.
Jess moved his hands to her shoulders, sliding them down over her breasts and stomach until they rested at the hem of her shirt. He gently pulled it over her head, exposing her body to him. Bree took it from him and tossed it to the floor, a small smile on her face.
Easing Bree up with his hands, he lifted her body so that her torso was even with his face. He raised his head slightly and started peppering her toned stomach with kisses. Bree supported her weight with her legs and arms as Jess let his hands move from her waist to follow the path of his mouth.
Jess pulled his mouth away as his fingers caressed the fading scar on her lower abdomen. She looked down at him, and as their eyes met, he kissed it tenderly. He began moving his lips and hands in circles up to her breasts. She arched her back, bringing her body closer to his open mouth. She bent down, and their lips met again.
Within minutes, there were no barriers between them.
Luke's alarm went off loudly next to his ear, making him groan. Slamming his hand down on top of it, he reluctantly left the warmth and comfort of his bed and put on his clothes. Grabbing his hat from the dresser, he put it on as he walked out of the room.
He came to a sudden halt as he entered the living room. Dom was on the chair, his body draped across it in an extremely odd angle. But the couch was empty, and by the looks of it, it hadn't been slept in.
Luke's eyes moved towards the door to Jess's room, and he sighed, walking
down to the diner.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Jess joked to Bree as he entered his room. She'd kicked the blankets off during the night, and she was clad only in a worn white tee…Jess's worn white tee.
"Don't want to," Bree mumbled, pulling the pillow over her head.
"I already let you sleep in some," Jess said to her, picking up the pillow.
"What time is it?"
"Almost 9. Luke wanted me to get you up."
"You should have already," Bree said, sitting up.
"You were so cute when you slept, I didn't want to disturb you," Jess told
her.
"Okay, I'll be down in a minute," she sighed. Jess left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Bree yawned, stretching her sore limbs. She grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and pulled them on, and slipped into a simple red tank top. She walked into the living room, went over and picked up her purse. She rummaged through it and frantically dumped it out onto the floor.
"Oh, shit," she muttered. Putting everything back in the purse, she sighed and went
down to the diner.
"Sleeping Beauty!" Dom cried as she entered.
Laughing, she walked over and asked Luke what she should do.
"Take these to the table over there," he said gruffly. She took them, and walked slowly over to the table.
Lorelai came in, her eyes drifting over the diner until they landed on Bree. Looking sharply over to Luke, he shrugged.
She sat down at the counter. "Rory's buying us candy," she said to Jess. He nodded, putting a mug in front of her.
"Are you okay?" Jess asked Bree, who was leaning on the counter.
She nodded sluggishly, then gave him a slightly reassuring smile, "I'm fine, really. Just a little warm."
Jess exchanged a look with Dom, who nodded, asking, "Do you want to lie
down?"
"Leave me alone!" she said, giggling. "You two worry too much."
"JESS!" Luke yelled.
Jess turned to look at him. "What?"
"WHAT IS THAT?" he yelled, pointing to Jess's inner wrist. "I never said you could get a tattoo!"
Jess looked at his wrist, a small smile on his face. "What's the big deal? You have one."
Lorelai gasped, "Luke has a tattoo?"
Luke put his head in his hands, mumbling something.
"What? What is it? WHERE?" Lorelai asked him.
"Jess, I will kill you once for getting a tattoo and kill you again for telling her that."
"Where, where, where?" Lorelai taunted.
Dom suddenly broke in. "Bree?" he asked the girl as she swayed unsteadily and reached out to steady herself, but not finding anything to hold on to.
"BREE!" Dom said, running over. She collapsed, falling to the floor.
Jess kneeled down next to her, lifting her head and putting it in his lap. "Bree," he pleaded, lightly tapping her pale face now drenched in sweat.
Lorelai and Luke rushed over as Dom rubbed Bree's head. She groaned, her eyes opening, looking like they had to fight through quicksand to allow her to see.
"Bree, what is it?" Jess asked her.
"I didn't take my....couldn't find my stuff," she mumbled, only loud enough for Jess, Dom, Luke, and Lorelai to hear.
"Let me make a few calls. I ran into some people last night, I'll see if I can score some," Dom said, standing up quickly and running out of the diner.
Jess picked Bree up, and she curled into his chest. He carried her up the stairs, leaving behind a puzzled Luke and Lorelai.
Jess set Bree down gently on the couch, his hand running through her hair. She began to speak, but Jess stopped her. "Shhh. It's okay. Dom's getting your stuff. It's going to be okay."
She closed her eyes. Jess got up and grabbed cold towel and returned to the couch softly dabbing her face.
"I'm sorry," Bree said to him. Jess looked at the now sitting up Bree.
"Lay back down," he told her.
"I'm okay, really. Once I get a pill I'll be 100 percent," she swore,
leaning back. "I guess last night wore me out a bit, that I couldn't find anything this morning"
"It's ok, relax."
"I'm sorry." Bree said changing her tone
Luke walked up to the door with the intent of checking on Bree to see how she was. He stopped when he heard them speaking, and couldn't stop from listening to their conversation.
"You don't have to be sorry," Jess said. "You couldn't help fainting."
"Not that, you idiot," Bree said. Jess looked puzzled. "For getting you
kicked out."
Jess sighed, getting up . "It wasn't your fault."
"Don't lie to me, Jess, you were never very good at it," Bree said to him, leaning into him.
Jess looked down at his hands. "It would of happened eventually."
"But I made it sooner. I'm sorry. I mean, if I…"
"Don't," Jess told her lovingly, walking over to her and sitting down. "I'm not sorry."
Bree closed her eyes and smiled. Jess leaned in and kissed her softly, gently on the lips. They both smiled sadly.
"It's too late for us, isn't it?" Bree asked, more of a statement than a
question.
Jess cupped her cheek with his hand.
"Last night," Bree continued, "that was goodbye."
Jess sighed, "I wish it weren't."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I know that, too."
Luke silently went back down the stairs, passing a frantic Dom on the way, and ran through the overheard conversation in his head.
Later that afternoon, Luke went into his now empty apartment. He picked up the phone, glanced down at the phone book next to the base, and dialed. After a few rings, the machine picked up and he swore, glancing around the empty apartment as if Jess or Bree were going pop up from nowhere.
"Liz, it's Luke..."