DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of the Gilmore Girls, though I wish I owned
Jess..It wouldn't be a good thing, though, since Palladino writes him much
more beautifully than I ever could. Oh, also, all the conversation is from
the show. I didn't want to try and reproduce anything and have it not sound
like them.
Another thing: this story will be following the show (since I REALLY like
where it's headed.YAY Rory & Jess!!!!!!) so it won't be too long. God, I
love spoilers!! Ok, now on to the story!!
"Sweet surrender is all that I have to give." -Sarah McLachlan.
She sensed the warmth, the reprieve. It was a temporary release from the vapid coldness in which she existed. That flame eternally hovered, though, just within her grasp, just barely beyond it. Oh to cave, she thought. To cede all power and be embraced by such gentle comfort. For she had fought so much, she had denied and deceived herself.or had she really? Had she been successful, she would not have arrived at the brink, teetering, anxiety and sheer desire streaming through her veins. Perched on the edge, she wanted to soar. She craved the freedom that falling would allow her. To simply sink, drowning in that sea of scintillating safety. It was raw yearning flowing through her: pure, untouched and potent.
The warmth tempted her yet again, coming into her vicinity, reaching out and caressing her, daring her to taste its proffered sanctuary. She looked at those twinkling orbs, reflecting her in their surface and one simple, heartfelt, true admission was her undoing.
"Just wanted to." penetrated her senses, lingering for the briefest moments as she deciphered their import. Something latent stirred violently within her, propelling her towards.warmth. Her Apollo.
Senses reeling, she breathed into him, communicating all her repressed longing, her confusion, her determination and her simple need of him. Her lips were tasting his, her fingertips felt hi,; he was here. In all his sarcastic glory, he was here and the coldness dissipated. He responded, his lips tasting hers in turn, his arms closing around her, encasing her in this shining halo of splendour. Yet suddenly, she had lost her security. Safety and reason had momentarily deserted her and as niggling control seeped back into her mind, she hesitantly withdrew, every nerve-ending in her protesting at her traitorous action of retreat. She gazed into his eyes, seeing her raging emotions mirrored there. Sweeteness before her very eyes.
And reality shattered her beatific idyll.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Stark horror slashed through her as she succumbed to realisation.
"Don't say a word!" she ordered, detesting the idea of some sardonic comment slipping from those lips with which she had just dallied. Regret pierced her as she turned away; regret that she was abandoning him here while she returned to the realm of the lonely. In her haste, she remembered and quickly turned her head, welcoming him home.
"Sweet surrender is all that I have to give." -Sarah McLachlan.
She sensed the warmth, the reprieve. It was a temporary release from the vapid coldness in which she existed. That flame eternally hovered, though, just within her grasp, just barely beyond it. Oh to cave, she thought. To cede all power and be embraced by such gentle comfort. For she had fought so much, she had denied and deceived herself.or had she really? Had she been successful, she would not have arrived at the brink, teetering, anxiety and sheer desire streaming through her veins. Perched on the edge, she wanted to soar. She craved the freedom that falling would allow her. To simply sink, drowning in that sea of scintillating safety. It was raw yearning flowing through her: pure, untouched and potent.
The warmth tempted her yet again, coming into her vicinity, reaching out and caressing her, daring her to taste its proffered sanctuary. She looked at those twinkling orbs, reflecting her in their surface and one simple, heartfelt, true admission was her undoing.
"Just wanted to." penetrated her senses, lingering for the briefest moments as she deciphered their import. Something latent stirred violently within her, propelling her towards.warmth. Her Apollo.
Senses reeling, she breathed into him, communicating all her repressed longing, her confusion, her determination and her simple need of him. Her lips were tasting his, her fingertips felt hi,; he was here. In all his sarcastic glory, he was here and the coldness dissipated. He responded, his lips tasting hers in turn, his arms closing around her, encasing her in this shining halo of splendour. Yet suddenly, she had lost her security. Safety and reason had momentarily deserted her and as niggling control seeped back into her mind, she hesitantly withdrew, every nerve-ending in her protesting at her traitorous action of retreat. She gazed into his eyes, seeing her raging emotions mirrored there. Sweeteness before her very eyes.
And reality shattered her beatific idyll.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Stark horror slashed through her as she succumbed to realisation.
"Don't say a word!" she ordered, detesting the idea of some sardonic comment slipping from those lips with which she had just dallied. Regret pierced her as she turned away; regret that she was abandoning him here while she returned to the realm of the lonely. In her haste, she remembered and quickly turned her head, welcoming him home.