Title: Illusions Of A Princess
Author: mocha_queen
Rating: R (but a later chapter will be pushing NC-17)
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. All of it belongs to those whose names appear on screen.
Spoilers: Season 2-I Can't Get Started, mostly.
Author Note(s): Feedback greatly appreciated. Not demanded (because I don't like that), but greatly appreciated. Helps the ego, helps the muses.
This story is written with changing POV. Each chapter is a new POV. Switches between Jess and Rory.
Summary: Rory and Jess begin a 'relationship.' Will Jess be able to change Rory's mind or will she stay with her first love? (Literati.)
Rory-On My Mind
Ever since the kiss at Sookie's wedding I can't get enough of him- feeling his lips on mine, feeling his hands caress my back. I can't forget it. I want him. I need him. I need to feel him.
But there's a problem. I have a boyfriend. Good ol' dependable Dean. It would kill him if he found out about the visions of Jess that I've been having. Naked Jess. Kissing Jess. Everything about Jess turns me on. I can't help it.
I need Dean, though, in a different way than I need Jess. I need Dean to keep me grounded. He's my rock. He's safe, and innocent, and I don't want to lose it. I like having one stable thing that I can fall back on. He's what keeps me from jumping Jess when I see him.
This is so hard. I hate lying to Mom. I hate lying to Lane. I hate lying to Dean. And I hate lying to myself. For months I've created the illusion that I didn't feel anything for Jess. But when he came back from New York, all the feelings came rushing back and I kissed him. Now, I can't stop thinking about it.
Its night and I'm lying in bed reading his book- "A Farewell to Arms." He has notes written in the margins. It's the window to his soul. He has this hard exterior, but from the notes in the books, I can tell he loses himself in the story. I'm killing myself reading his words. Somehow, every note I read, I relate to us. Wherever I go, I can't stop thinking about him.
I need to get out, out of this house that is now suffocating me. I scribble a note to my Mom and head out. It's colder out than I thought and I regret leaving my jacket on the chair. But I know I won't be cold for long. I know that I'll see him on the bridge, and I know the sight of him will make me feel too hot, even for clothes.
I step onto the wooden planks and he looks up as he hears my heels tapping on the hard surface. He nods at me as I sit beside him. We sit in silence. No words ever need to be spoken between us. The silence is comforting. The silence is my barrier because at the sound of his voice I'll melt and he'll be able to mold me.
I feel warmer already. Maybe it's his body heat radiating towards me, or maybe it's just me getting turned on by the sight beside me. The thought of us doing things that we shouldn't enters my mind again and I shudder to try and push it to the back of my mind. In my room, alone, these feelings are okay. But here, with him, these feelings are definitely forbidden.
He places his hand on mine. An innocent gesture on his part, but the contact sparks my already raging hormones and I have the intense desire to kiss him. But I refrain, knowing that it's wrong.
"How's the book?" he asks.
His words stop my mind from functioning. "Hmm?"
"A Farewell to Arms."
"It's good," I reply. I read every note you write and analyze it in every possible way till I figure out what you really meant. I don't tell him this. I never will.
I'm scared to admit my feelings for him. I don't want to ruin peoples' illusion that I'm the town's good girl. That's what I've been my whole life. I've always been the princess. I can't screw up. I have to be perfect. Why? Because that's what everyone wants me to be.
I think that's half the reason I'm drawn to Jess. He's everything I shouldn't be. Everything I want from him, I shouldn't want. He's forbidden, and that's what makes it fun.
He looks me in the eyes and suddenly I'm on fire. His gaze tears into mine, and I see the desire in his eyes. He wants me, but not nearly as much as I want him.
His hands cup my face, and I move so my body is facing his. My hand reaches to the back of his head and I start playing with his hair. The contact is burning me. All rational thought is out the door when my lips come crashing down on his.
His hands immediately grab me. He doesn't want to let me go again. I don't want to run from him again. I move my hands all over his body as we kiss. The kiss is intense, breath taking, even. It's so different than Dean's kisses.
I fall into him, and he pulls me down so he's lying back against the bridge while I lie on him. We can't stop kissing. We can't stop touching. All the pent up sexual tension is released in this very moment. No one is here to judge, to think, to analyze. Right now, it's all about lust.
Author: mocha_queen
Rating: R (but a later chapter will be pushing NC-17)
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. All of it belongs to those whose names appear on screen.
Spoilers: Season 2-I Can't Get Started, mostly.
Author Note(s): Feedback greatly appreciated. Not demanded (because I don't like that), but greatly appreciated. Helps the ego, helps the muses.
This story is written with changing POV. Each chapter is a new POV. Switches between Jess and Rory.
Summary: Rory and Jess begin a 'relationship.' Will Jess be able to change Rory's mind or will she stay with her first love? (Literati.)
Rory-On My Mind
Ever since the kiss at Sookie's wedding I can't get enough of him- feeling his lips on mine, feeling his hands caress my back. I can't forget it. I want him. I need him. I need to feel him.
But there's a problem. I have a boyfriend. Good ol' dependable Dean. It would kill him if he found out about the visions of Jess that I've been having. Naked Jess. Kissing Jess. Everything about Jess turns me on. I can't help it.
I need Dean, though, in a different way than I need Jess. I need Dean to keep me grounded. He's my rock. He's safe, and innocent, and I don't want to lose it. I like having one stable thing that I can fall back on. He's what keeps me from jumping Jess when I see him.
This is so hard. I hate lying to Mom. I hate lying to Lane. I hate lying to Dean. And I hate lying to myself. For months I've created the illusion that I didn't feel anything for Jess. But when he came back from New York, all the feelings came rushing back and I kissed him. Now, I can't stop thinking about it.
Its night and I'm lying in bed reading his book- "A Farewell to Arms." He has notes written in the margins. It's the window to his soul. He has this hard exterior, but from the notes in the books, I can tell he loses himself in the story. I'm killing myself reading his words. Somehow, every note I read, I relate to us. Wherever I go, I can't stop thinking about him.
I need to get out, out of this house that is now suffocating me. I scribble a note to my Mom and head out. It's colder out than I thought and I regret leaving my jacket on the chair. But I know I won't be cold for long. I know that I'll see him on the bridge, and I know the sight of him will make me feel too hot, even for clothes.
I step onto the wooden planks and he looks up as he hears my heels tapping on the hard surface. He nods at me as I sit beside him. We sit in silence. No words ever need to be spoken between us. The silence is comforting. The silence is my barrier because at the sound of his voice I'll melt and he'll be able to mold me.
I feel warmer already. Maybe it's his body heat radiating towards me, or maybe it's just me getting turned on by the sight beside me. The thought of us doing things that we shouldn't enters my mind again and I shudder to try and push it to the back of my mind. In my room, alone, these feelings are okay. But here, with him, these feelings are definitely forbidden.
He places his hand on mine. An innocent gesture on his part, but the contact sparks my already raging hormones and I have the intense desire to kiss him. But I refrain, knowing that it's wrong.
"How's the book?" he asks.
His words stop my mind from functioning. "Hmm?"
"A Farewell to Arms."
"It's good," I reply. I read every note you write and analyze it in every possible way till I figure out what you really meant. I don't tell him this. I never will.
I'm scared to admit my feelings for him. I don't want to ruin peoples' illusion that I'm the town's good girl. That's what I've been my whole life. I've always been the princess. I can't screw up. I have to be perfect. Why? Because that's what everyone wants me to be.
I think that's half the reason I'm drawn to Jess. He's everything I shouldn't be. Everything I want from him, I shouldn't want. He's forbidden, and that's what makes it fun.
He looks me in the eyes and suddenly I'm on fire. His gaze tears into mine, and I see the desire in his eyes. He wants me, but not nearly as much as I want him.
His hands cup my face, and I move so my body is facing his. My hand reaches to the back of his head and I start playing with his hair. The contact is burning me. All rational thought is out the door when my lips come crashing down on his.
His hands immediately grab me. He doesn't want to let me go again. I don't want to run from him again. I move my hands all over his body as we kiss. The kiss is intense, breath taking, even. It's so different than Dean's kisses.
I fall into him, and he pulls me down so he's lying back against the bridge while I lie on him. We can't stop kissing. We can't stop touching. All the pent up sexual tension is released in this very moment. No one is here to judge, to think, to analyze. Right now, it's all about lust.