Jess- Love Sick Fools
I came here to escape her. It didn't go as planned, but it turned out so much better.
I don't think she knows how much she turns me on. Just kissing her makes me hard. Hell, sometimes seeing her makes my pants seems smaller. She has no idea what's she's doing to me now, running her hands and lips over my chest. I want to taker her right here, but there are so many reasons why I can't.
I tell her to stop. It's my turn to drive her crazy. I grin because she's so cute when she's confused. I pull her back towards me and place kisses along her jaw line. I can tell she's smiling when she turns her head to the side to give me better access. I pull her closer and bring my mouth to the side of her neck. I can feel her pulse on my lips as I moisten her neck. I gently suck on the exposed skin. She pulls away when she realizes what I'm doing.
"If you give me a hickey people are going to find out. I can't deal with that yet," she states.
I nod and move to place kisses down her shoulder and move to the swell of her breasts. She groans and tries to press up closer against me. I push her back slightly because I need room to work my magic. Raining kisses over her face, my hands move back under her shirt and start to fondle her breasts. She cries out my name. It's amazing how much pleasure I can give her with a few simple touches. In all honesty, she can do the exact same thing to me.
I bring her lips back to mine. My tongue dances around her lips, requesting access into her mouth. She opens her mouth, letting me in. Our tongues dance together. I pull her body onto mine as I recline in the chair. I could stay here forever kissing Rory Gilmore. I know I can't, though.
We hear some guy saying something and we break apart. It was the man in front telling us the movie was over. I look up at the screen only to see the credits rolling by. Rory's face turns red as she blushes and hides her face on my bare chest. The man shakes his head, trying to understand today's youth.
"We should go," I whisper. She gets off of me and I button my shirt back up. She remembers what she did and immediately apologizes.
"I don't know what came over me. I've never acted like that before. I didn't know what I was doing. I just gave into instinct. And oh, God. That is so not me," she cries.
I pull her into my arms. "It's ok. If it makes you feel any better, your instinct was good."
Her head snaps up. I could tell she was worried about her performance. "You liked it?"
"I loved it," I say, with out thinking.
She smiles. Picking up the leftover candy and straightening herself out, she goes leaving me alone in the theatre. After a quick brush off, I, too, get up and leave.
That Rory Gilmore will be the death of me.
Whenever I'm around her, I can't think straight. This doesn't happen to me. I'm usually very calm and cool around women. I'm not easily smitten, which is why my feelings for Rory scare me. I've never felt like this about someone before. I never trusted anyone this much before.
I take my time getting back to the diner. My shift has already started, but I'm not ready to go back to the real world. I like my Rory world that I've created.
I slowly make it back to the diner where I will have to converse in the bare minimum of small talk and serve food and drinks to people I can't stand. But there's the off chance that she might show up. That's enough motivation for me to go back to the diner. She's my motivation for everything. I crammed for finals to pass so that next year I can impress her with how well I do. It's always for her. It's why I came back to this small town.
Luke grumbles at me when he sees me walk in. I pay no attention to him and pick up the coffee pot and start to refill the empty cups. The coffee reminds me of Rory and how much I miss her already. But how could coffee not remind me of Rory? She drinks like five cups a day, and even that may be an understatement.
I'm busy reading when she walks into the diner with her mom. Our eyes meet and she blushes, remembering our earlier encounters. I can hear the distance voice of Lorelai asking for coffee, but I pay not attention.
"Jess, can I talk to you," she asks, quietly, pointing upstairs.
I nod and follow her up. I want to take her hand to help her up the stairs, but I know everyone will notice.
"You look nice," I say. She's in a navy dress that makes her look unbelievably sexy.
"Thanks," she replies. "I'm going out to my grandparent's tonight. If you want to stop by later and hang out."
I nod. I know what she means. After a dinner with her grandparents, she'll need me to help her forget about it.
"Come by my window at midnight," she says.
I nod, as she heads for the door. I stop her and push her up against it, pressing my lips to hers. My tongue slides into her mouth and she moans, pulling me closer to her. She breaks away and runs out the door, short of breath.
I watch her run away. Tonight. In Rory's room. Alone. This could be a problem. If ever I needed to keep my self control, tonight would be the night.
I came here to escape her. It didn't go as planned, but it turned out so much better.
I don't think she knows how much she turns me on. Just kissing her makes me hard. Hell, sometimes seeing her makes my pants seems smaller. She has no idea what's she's doing to me now, running her hands and lips over my chest. I want to taker her right here, but there are so many reasons why I can't.
I tell her to stop. It's my turn to drive her crazy. I grin because she's so cute when she's confused. I pull her back towards me and place kisses along her jaw line. I can tell she's smiling when she turns her head to the side to give me better access. I pull her closer and bring my mouth to the side of her neck. I can feel her pulse on my lips as I moisten her neck. I gently suck on the exposed skin. She pulls away when she realizes what I'm doing.
"If you give me a hickey people are going to find out. I can't deal with that yet," she states.
I nod and move to place kisses down her shoulder and move to the swell of her breasts. She groans and tries to press up closer against me. I push her back slightly because I need room to work my magic. Raining kisses over her face, my hands move back under her shirt and start to fondle her breasts. She cries out my name. It's amazing how much pleasure I can give her with a few simple touches. In all honesty, she can do the exact same thing to me.
I bring her lips back to mine. My tongue dances around her lips, requesting access into her mouth. She opens her mouth, letting me in. Our tongues dance together. I pull her body onto mine as I recline in the chair. I could stay here forever kissing Rory Gilmore. I know I can't, though.
We hear some guy saying something and we break apart. It was the man in front telling us the movie was over. I look up at the screen only to see the credits rolling by. Rory's face turns red as she blushes and hides her face on my bare chest. The man shakes his head, trying to understand today's youth.
"We should go," I whisper. She gets off of me and I button my shirt back up. She remembers what she did and immediately apologizes.
"I don't know what came over me. I've never acted like that before. I didn't know what I was doing. I just gave into instinct. And oh, God. That is so not me," she cries.
I pull her into my arms. "It's ok. If it makes you feel any better, your instinct was good."
Her head snaps up. I could tell she was worried about her performance. "You liked it?"
"I loved it," I say, with out thinking.
She smiles. Picking up the leftover candy and straightening herself out, she goes leaving me alone in the theatre. After a quick brush off, I, too, get up and leave.
That Rory Gilmore will be the death of me.
Whenever I'm around her, I can't think straight. This doesn't happen to me. I'm usually very calm and cool around women. I'm not easily smitten, which is why my feelings for Rory scare me. I've never felt like this about someone before. I never trusted anyone this much before.
I take my time getting back to the diner. My shift has already started, but I'm not ready to go back to the real world. I like my Rory world that I've created.
I slowly make it back to the diner where I will have to converse in the bare minimum of small talk and serve food and drinks to people I can't stand. But there's the off chance that she might show up. That's enough motivation for me to go back to the diner. She's my motivation for everything. I crammed for finals to pass so that next year I can impress her with how well I do. It's always for her. It's why I came back to this small town.
Luke grumbles at me when he sees me walk in. I pay no attention to him and pick up the coffee pot and start to refill the empty cups. The coffee reminds me of Rory and how much I miss her already. But how could coffee not remind me of Rory? She drinks like five cups a day, and even that may be an understatement.
I'm busy reading when she walks into the diner with her mom. Our eyes meet and she blushes, remembering our earlier encounters. I can hear the distance voice of Lorelai asking for coffee, but I pay not attention.
"Jess, can I talk to you," she asks, quietly, pointing upstairs.
I nod and follow her up. I want to take her hand to help her up the stairs, but I know everyone will notice.
"You look nice," I say. She's in a navy dress that makes her look unbelievably sexy.
"Thanks," she replies. "I'm going out to my grandparent's tonight. If you want to stop by later and hang out."
I nod. I know what she means. After a dinner with her grandparents, she'll need me to help her forget about it.
"Come by my window at midnight," she says.
I nod, as she heads for the door. I stop her and push her up against it, pressing my lips to hers. My tongue slides into her mouth and she moans, pulling me closer to her. She breaks away and runs out the door, short of breath.
I watch her run away. Tonight. In Rory's room. Alone. This could be a problem. If ever I needed to keep my self control, tonight would be the night.