Rory- Giving Into Instinct
I should stop running from him. It's like instinct. As the princess, it's my job to run from something bad, and well, Jess is bad.
I don't know why I stopped there. I was walking home to change before going out to meet Dean, again. I look at my watch and realize I was supposed to meet him five minutes ago to see a movie. Why did I stop to see Jess? Dean is going to be mad, and he has every right to be. I stopped to kiss Jess.
I want to scream. This whole situation is so frustrating.
I see Dean waiting in front of the theatre, he looks mad and I cringe. I don't want him to be mad. I try to kiss him but he turns away.
"You're late," he simply states. "Where were you? You said you were just going home to change, and I gave you plenty of time. Where were you?"
I quickly thought up a plausible lie. "Mom. She needed help with Inn stuff, letters and stuff, stuff that requires more brains than she has."
Dean looks satisfied at my answer and gives me a kiss on my cheek. When he kisses me, my thoughts immediately go to Jess. I know it's wrong, but I don't care because all I want to do right now is kiss Jess, but instead I'm kissing Dean and thinking about Jess.
I bring my hands to his back and pull his body closer to me. Thinking its Jess, I'm surprised when he quickly pulls back and looks stunned. I realize the mistake I've made. Dean and I had always agreed on taking it slow, and I never forced anything. It was Dean, if anyone, who deepened the kiss.
"Okay," he said, surprised at my actions. "You feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lie, swinging my arms back and forth to keep me distracted from the image of Jess in my head. I wish Jess were right here, right now, holding me, kissing me. I imagine his hands running up my body, and his mouth on mine, and his tongue dueling with mine. I try to regain some sort of composure before looking at Dean again. "Movie?"
"Well, since we've missed the beginning of 'Swim Fan,' you wanna see something else instead?"
"How about 'One Hour Photo?'" I asked. He wanted to see 'Swim Fan,' and I reluctantly agreed. But now I could finally see 'One Hour Photo.'
"I don't really want to see that," he said. Oh, and like I wanted to see 'Swim Fan?' Maybe he doesn't know me as well as I thought.
"Oh," I reply. I'm stuck. I don't know what to do now.
"How about you go see 'One Hour Photo,'" he suggests. "And I go back to work. I'm taking an extended break right now, anyway, and Taylor would love to have me back."
I try to look sad for him. "I guess," is my reply. Although, I'm excited that he's not going to be there. This way, I can think about Jess and not have to hide from Dean.
"I'll see you later then," he kisses me goodbye.
"Yeah," I whisper after he's gone.
I go up to the teller and ask for a ticket.
"Make that two," a voice says behind me. I smile. It's Jess. He pays, being the sweet gentleman he is. "But you're getting popcorn and drinks," he says.
I splurge, getting most every kind of junk food available.
"Luke will have a heart attack," he jokes.
"I'll eat a vegetable in his memory," I reply, pulling him and the treats to take our seats.
We sit in the back row, far away from the only other person who is sitting in the front. The previews start and he's whispering to me, not caring about what movie comes out next summer. Personally, I like the previews, but I'd much rather talk to Jess.
"Why isn't Dean here?" he asks.
I shrug. He doesn't need to hear about me and Dean. I can see it, it kills him, and I don't want to be responsible for any more pain to him. But one look in his eyes makes me blurt out everything.
He comforts me by wrapping an arm over my shoulders. I feel safe in his arms, safer than I've ever felt before. I feel a little guilty over this, but this feeling is too good to care.
The movie starts and I pig out on junk food, nestled in the crook of his arm.
I try to absorb myself in the movie. It doesn't work. All I can think about is the guy sitting next to me. I want to feel his hands roaming my body. I give up on the idea of actually paying attention to the movie and turn to stare at Jess, who appears to be interested in the movie.
As if he felt my gaze on him, he turns to me. I play my game again and look away. I hear him 'giggle' at my childish behaviour. I roll my eyes and smack him lightly on the arm for laughing at me. He softly hits me back, and it turns into an all out war.
The man in the front glares at us to be quite. We giggle, and settle down into out seats, breathing heavily from our war. We are wrapped up in our own little world, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes make him a mystery. One look at Jess in the flesh and you see a delinquent, who's calling out for attention. But when I look into his eyes, I see more, I see his troubled past and his explanation for it all.
I make the move and kiss him. He pulls back, telling me we're in a public place.
"We're in a dark theatre, with a guy I haven't seen before, no one will know," I bat my eyelashes to seduce him. It works as we fall back into our own little world.
His hands run from my head to waist and he plays with the hem of my top. I trust him not to undress me in a public place. He moves his hands underneath my shirt and maps out the skin on my back. I completely give into him, having never been touched like this before. His hands move out from under my shirt and trails downward until he's cupping my ass, then he moved his hands even lower to stroke the back of my thighs. I groan, loving the tingles I get from his touch. I've never been more aroused and I realize that I won't be able to live with out this feeling.
I crawl onto his lap, not breaking the kiss. I want to return the favour of arousal. The problem is I don't have any experience in trying to turn a guy on. I give into instinct and let my hands take over.
My hands trace over the flat plane of his stomach, making him shiver. I like the response and move my hands up to his chest. I play with his nipples with my fingers and he groans. Pulling my hands out, I move to unbutton his shirt to get better access. I break the kiss so I can see what I'm doing. His eyes stay closed as he moves to my touch.
"Rory," he moans as I place kisses all over him. "Rory. Stop," he says.
I'm confused, did he not enjoy it? Not being an expert, I have no idea. Heck, I don't know where any of that came from. I'll blame it on pent up sexual tension.
I should stop running from him. It's like instinct. As the princess, it's my job to run from something bad, and well, Jess is bad.
I don't know why I stopped there. I was walking home to change before going out to meet Dean, again. I look at my watch and realize I was supposed to meet him five minutes ago to see a movie. Why did I stop to see Jess? Dean is going to be mad, and he has every right to be. I stopped to kiss Jess.
I want to scream. This whole situation is so frustrating.
I see Dean waiting in front of the theatre, he looks mad and I cringe. I don't want him to be mad. I try to kiss him but he turns away.
"You're late," he simply states. "Where were you? You said you were just going home to change, and I gave you plenty of time. Where were you?"
I quickly thought up a plausible lie. "Mom. She needed help with Inn stuff, letters and stuff, stuff that requires more brains than she has."
Dean looks satisfied at my answer and gives me a kiss on my cheek. When he kisses me, my thoughts immediately go to Jess. I know it's wrong, but I don't care because all I want to do right now is kiss Jess, but instead I'm kissing Dean and thinking about Jess.
I bring my hands to his back and pull his body closer to me. Thinking its Jess, I'm surprised when he quickly pulls back and looks stunned. I realize the mistake I've made. Dean and I had always agreed on taking it slow, and I never forced anything. It was Dean, if anyone, who deepened the kiss.
"Okay," he said, surprised at my actions. "You feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lie, swinging my arms back and forth to keep me distracted from the image of Jess in my head. I wish Jess were right here, right now, holding me, kissing me. I imagine his hands running up my body, and his mouth on mine, and his tongue dueling with mine. I try to regain some sort of composure before looking at Dean again. "Movie?"
"Well, since we've missed the beginning of 'Swim Fan,' you wanna see something else instead?"
"How about 'One Hour Photo?'" I asked. He wanted to see 'Swim Fan,' and I reluctantly agreed. But now I could finally see 'One Hour Photo.'
"I don't really want to see that," he said. Oh, and like I wanted to see 'Swim Fan?' Maybe he doesn't know me as well as I thought.
"Oh," I reply. I'm stuck. I don't know what to do now.
"How about you go see 'One Hour Photo,'" he suggests. "And I go back to work. I'm taking an extended break right now, anyway, and Taylor would love to have me back."
I try to look sad for him. "I guess," is my reply. Although, I'm excited that he's not going to be there. This way, I can think about Jess and not have to hide from Dean.
"I'll see you later then," he kisses me goodbye.
"Yeah," I whisper after he's gone.
I go up to the teller and ask for a ticket.
"Make that two," a voice says behind me. I smile. It's Jess. He pays, being the sweet gentleman he is. "But you're getting popcorn and drinks," he says.
I splurge, getting most every kind of junk food available.
"Luke will have a heart attack," he jokes.
"I'll eat a vegetable in his memory," I reply, pulling him and the treats to take our seats.
We sit in the back row, far away from the only other person who is sitting in the front. The previews start and he's whispering to me, not caring about what movie comes out next summer. Personally, I like the previews, but I'd much rather talk to Jess.
"Why isn't Dean here?" he asks.
I shrug. He doesn't need to hear about me and Dean. I can see it, it kills him, and I don't want to be responsible for any more pain to him. But one look in his eyes makes me blurt out everything.
He comforts me by wrapping an arm over my shoulders. I feel safe in his arms, safer than I've ever felt before. I feel a little guilty over this, but this feeling is too good to care.
The movie starts and I pig out on junk food, nestled in the crook of his arm.
I try to absorb myself in the movie. It doesn't work. All I can think about is the guy sitting next to me. I want to feel his hands roaming my body. I give up on the idea of actually paying attention to the movie and turn to stare at Jess, who appears to be interested in the movie.
As if he felt my gaze on him, he turns to me. I play my game again and look away. I hear him 'giggle' at my childish behaviour. I roll my eyes and smack him lightly on the arm for laughing at me. He softly hits me back, and it turns into an all out war.
The man in the front glares at us to be quite. We giggle, and settle down into out seats, breathing heavily from our war. We are wrapped up in our own little world, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes make him a mystery. One look at Jess in the flesh and you see a delinquent, who's calling out for attention. But when I look into his eyes, I see more, I see his troubled past and his explanation for it all.
I make the move and kiss him. He pulls back, telling me we're in a public place.
"We're in a dark theatre, with a guy I haven't seen before, no one will know," I bat my eyelashes to seduce him. It works as we fall back into our own little world.
His hands run from my head to waist and he plays with the hem of my top. I trust him not to undress me in a public place. He moves his hands underneath my shirt and maps out the skin on my back. I completely give into him, having never been touched like this before. His hands move out from under my shirt and trails downward until he's cupping my ass, then he moved his hands even lower to stroke the back of my thighs. I groan, loving the tingles I get from his touch. I've never been more aroused and I realize that I won't be able to live with out this feeling.
I crawl onto his lap, not breaking the kiss. I want to return the favour of arousal. The problem is I don't have any experience in trying to turn a guy on. I give into instinct and let my hands take over.
My hands trace over the flat plane of his stomach, making him shiver. I like the response and move my hands up to his chest. I play with his nipples with my fingers and he groans. Pulling my hands out, I move to unbutton his shirt to get better access. I break the kiss so I can see what I'm doing. His eyes stay closed as he moves to my touch.
"Rory," he moans as I place kisses all over him. "Rory. Stop," he says.
I'm confused, did he not enjoy it? Not being an expert, I have no idea. Heck, I don't know where any of that came from. I'll blame it on pent up sexual tension.