Title- Why Don't You And I
Author- Jenny
E Mail- motivation_77@hotmail.com
A/N- ... Thanks for the reviews you guys! You rock!!
Why Don't You And I
Chapter Four
Rory slept fitfully that night; dreams of Jess plagued her sub conscious. She tossed and turned, finally she decided that only a caffinated beverage would solve the problem. She shoved on her slippers and trudged down over the stairs. There wasn't a sound to be heard. She began to hum Christmas songs to herself, just bit's of different songs as she made some hot chocolate. She took her cup and wandered aimlessly around the house, the warm liquid easing the knot in her stomach. Why was Jess on her mind so often lately? She walked into the room with the huge picture window and fireplace to find it all a glow. She shrugged, maybe her mom and Luke were there earlier. She walked towards the two armchairs that were strategically placed in front of the fireplace. "Why do I think about him so much? What is it about him?" she mumbled to herself.
"You know the first sign of insanity.." Jess trailed off.
Rory nearly jumped out of her skin. "Jess! You scared me!" she plopped down into the chair that he was not occupying.
"Who are you thinking about so much?" Jess asked her quietly. 'Could it be him?'
"What are you doing out here?" Rory asked, ignoring the question. He held up his book, keeping silent. She knew he was waiting for an answer. "It's cold tonight hunh?" Rory tried to change the subject.
"Yeah," Jess looked at her. She was usually easy to talk to, but tonight, there was something different, she was different. "Are you ok?"
"Me? I'm fine." Rory replied, sipping her hot chocolate. "Why do you ask?"
"You seem, for a lack of a word," Jess set his book down. "Not Rory like."
"I had a weird dream, well it wasn't weird- it just freaked me out a little." Rory shrugged. "That's why I came down to get this." She held up her cup.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.
Rory looked at him for awhile. 'Could I?' she thought. 'it would scare him wouldn't it? Was my mom right? Is that my sub conscious' way of telling me that I like him?'
"Rory?" Jess touched her arm.
She jolted, glancing up at him. "No, I'm ok. It was nothing."
He could tell that whatever it was, it was bothering her. But if she didn't want to talk about it, what could he do? "You look really tense."
"I feel really tense." She replied.
"Come here." He told her. He had no idea what he was doing.
"What?" Rory's head snapped up.
"Just come here. Trust me." she stood and walked the few feet to stand next to his chair. He took her hand and gently pulled her to stand in front of him as he sat on the floor. "Sit." She sat, he pulled her back so that she rested against his chest. He started to message her neck and shoulders, his fingers gently kneading. She jumped at first, but gradually, she relaxed to the rhythmic motion of his fingers as they sent shivers through her.
He was surrounded by the scent that was purely Rory. He took a deep breath as he felt her quiver beneath his touch. He closed his eyes and opened them again, just to make sure that this wasn't a dream. It was a surreal feeling, him, Rory, the warmth of the fireplace and the snow falling gently outside. He knew he could stay like it forever, could she? He was jolted from his thoughts when Rory's sigh penetrated through.
"That feels great." Rory sighed again. "Why didn't you tell me you could do this?"
"You didn't ask." He replied, quietly.
"Would you have if I did?"
"I'd do anything you asked me." he replied, barely above a whisper. She turned slowly, his arms dropped to rest on either side of her. She looked at him for what seemed like an eternity. What would she do? Would she run? Had he said too much? A million thoughts ran through his head. Their eyes locked, she sat there staring into his eyes. She believed that the eyes were the windows to the soul. He stared back, his eyes then moving down as she licked her lips nervously. It was when her lips were touching his that he realized one of them had moved, or was it the both of them? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he was finally kissing Rory. Their kiss went on for what seemed like an eternity, it was slow and full of curiosity and wonder. At a loud crackle of the fire, they both pulled away, out of their dreamlike state. "Rory-"
"Shhh," she replied, holding her finger to his mouth. "Let's just sit here." She turned around, leaning against his chest. He pulled a blanket from the chair and covered them both. He wrapped her tightly in his arms. For tonight, if it was only tonight, she was his.
A/N: I know it's short. and I did promise longer chapters. but it seemed like a good place to leave off.
Author- Jenny
E Mail- motivation_77@hotmail.com
A/N- ... Thanks for the reviews you guys! You rock!!
Why Don't You And I
Chapter Four
Rory slept fitfully that night; dreams of Jess plagued her sub conscious. She tossed and turned, finally she decided that only a caffinated beverage would solve the problem. She shoved on her slippers and trudged down over the stairs. There wasn't a sound to be heard. She began to hum Christmas songs to herself, just bit's of different songs as she made some hot chocolate. She took her cup and wandered aimlessly around the house, the warm liquid easing the knot in her stomach. Why was Jess on her mind so often lately? She walked into the room with the huge picture window and fireplace to find it all a glow. She shrugged, maybe her mom and Luke were there earlier. She walked towards the two armchairs that were strategically placed in front of the fireplace. "Why do I think about him so much? What is it about him?" she mumbled to herself.
"You know the first sign of insanity.." Jess trailed off.
Rory nearly jumped out of her skin. "Jess! You scared me!" she plopped down into the chair that he was not occupying.
"Who are you thinking about so much?" Jess asked her quietly. 'Could it be him?'
"What are you doing out here?" Rory asked, ignoring the question. He held up his book, keeping silent. She knew he was waiting for an answer. "It's cold tonight hunh?" Rory tried to change the subject.
"Yeah," Jess looked at her. She was usually easy to talk to, but tonight, there was something different, she was different. "Are you ok?"
"Me? I'm fine." Rory replied, sipping her hot chocolate. "Why do you ask?"
"You seem, for a lack of a word," Jess set his book down. "Not Rory like."
"I had a weird dream, well it wasn't weird- it just freaked me out a little." Rory shrugged. "That's why I came down to get this." She held up her cup.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.
Rory looked at him for awhile. 'Could I?' she thought. 'it would scare him wouldn't it? Was my mom right? Is that my sub conscious' way of telling me that I like him?'
"Rory?" Jess touched her arm.
She jolted, glancing up at him. "No, I'm ok. It was nothing."
He could tell that whatever it was, it was bothering her. But if she didn't want to talk about it, what could he do? "You look really tense."
"I feel really tense." She replied.
"Come here." He told her. He had no idea what he was doing.
"What?" Rory's head snapped up.
"Just come here. Trust me." she stood and walked the few feet to stand next to his chair. He took her hand and gently pulled her to stand in front of him as he sat on the floor. "Sit." She sat, he pulled her back so that she rested against his chest. He started to message her neck and shoulders, his fingers gently kneading. She jumped at first, but gradually, she relaxed to the rhythmic motion of his fingers as they sent shivers through her.
He was surrounded by the scent that was purely Rory. He took a deep breath as he felt her quiver beneath his touch. He closed his eyes and opened them again, just to make sure that this wasn't a dream. It was a surreal feeling, him, Rory, the warmth of the fireplace and the snow falling gently outside. He knew he could stay like it forever, could she? He was jolted from his thoughts when Rory's sigh penetrated through.
"That feels great." Rory sighed again. "Why didn't you tell me you could do this?"
"You didn't ask." He replied, quietly.
"Would you have if I did?"
"I'd do anything you asked me." he replied, barely above a whisper. She turned slowly, his arms dropped to rest on either side of her. She looked at him for what seemed like an eternity. What would she do? Would she run? Had he said too much? A million thoughts ran through his head. Their eyes locked, she sat there staring into his eyes. She believed that the eyes were the windows to the soul. He stared back, his eyes then moving down as she licked her lips nervously. It was when her lips were touching his that he realized one of them had moved, or was it the both of them? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he was finally kissing Rory. Their kiss went on for what seemed like an eternity, it was slow and full of curiosity and wonder. At a loud crackle of the fire, they both pulled away, out of their dreamlike state. "Rory-"
"Shhh," she replied, holding her finger to his mouth. "Let's just sit here." She turned around, leaning against his chest. He pulled a blanket from the chair and covered them both. He wrapped her tightly in his arms. For tonight, if it was only tonight, she was his.
A/N: I know it's short. and I did promise longer chapters. but it seemed like a good place to leave off.