Pairing: Rory/ Jess
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I have no money so don't sue.
Author's Note: I am having trouble posting in the format I want it to be in. I am uploading from Word but it doesn't seemed to be working. I had Jess' letter in italics and I bolded some words...but none of that transferred over. If anyone wants to tell me what I am doing wrong that would be great. And now I am letting everyone review so tell me what you think....
Rory's throat was dry, and she couldn't find words for speaking. She tore her eyes away from his and folded the letter back up. Her blood was flowing too fast and she was dizzy on his words. Rory was grateful she was sitting down.
Jess didn't say anything. He walked slowly toward her, until he was in his room and he stopped. He couldn't breathe. She had found his letter and read it. Everything he had written in it flashed across his mind at an instant.
"How much did you read?" He spoke calmly and slowly.
"Only the first few lines." She raised her head to meet him and Jess nodded.
"You went through my stuff."
"I was just looking at your books. I wasn't snooping or anything."
"I have been coming up here every half hour checking on you, to see if you were awake." He was talking faster now, desperate for a change of subject.
"I wish I could finish it."
"I figured since you didn't get much sleep the night before, it would be best to let you rest." Jess was evasive. He felt completely humiliated.
"What I have read.it was.so beautiful." Rory noticed his jaw muscles tighten.
"Yeah?" Rory sifted through her memories of Jess and recognized the look on his face. She had seen it once before. It was the look he gave her after she kissed him. He was struggling for words, emotions overwhelming him, and he was vulnerable. Jess made a point to never be vulnerable to anyone.
"Yeah." Rory really did think it was beautiful, and more. She wanted to finish it.... that instant. Jess, on the other hand, didn't know what to do. So instead he said nothing, and looked at her.
She was sitting on the edge of his bed and the light was pouring in behind her, brightening all her features and giving her hair a glow that made Jess wonder if maybe he was imagining it. Her blue eyes were brighter and clearer than ever and the circles were gone from underneath them. The sleep had done her good. Her hair was disheveled and careless, which Jess found very sexy in a way he couldn't describe. She was wearing his clothes, sitting up in his bed holding the letter in her small hands. Her lips were pink and perfect and pouty.
He knew he would keep this image of her for the rest of his life.
"When did you-" A million questions ran through Rory's mind about the letter but she chose when. Jess already knew what questions were coming though, and he cut her off with his answer.
"Yesterday. Right after I found out about your grandfather. I never thought you would actually read it."
"Can I finish it?" Rory was worried that he might take it away from her. Unknowingly, she clutched the letter tighter in her hands.
"Okay.sure.just not now. Later when you are back home not right in front of me. And.um.keep in mind that I wrote that really quickly, without really thinking."
"I will." Rory stood and smiled at him, remembering that her mom was waiting.
"Are you going to go home now?" Jess didn't want Rory to leave. He wanted her near him......always.
"My mom called earlier. That is the only reason I am up actually." Rory stood in front of Jess feeling very aware of their proximity.
"Was she mad?"
"I don't think she has the energy to be mad right now. She sounded more concerned than anything." Jess nodded and Rory continued, "I told her I would be home soon and that was a while ago. So I should."
"Go." He finished her thought for her. Rory walked out of the room and Jess walked behind her. She held the Doose's bag in her hand and put the letter in the pocket of the sweatshirt she was wearing.
"Follow me and I will sneak you out the back so no one sees you." Jess thought that him sneaking her out was a given. That she expected that.
"I can go out the front." Rory stopped walking.
"Are you sure? You ARE wearing my clothes; everyone will talk." Jess was surprised at her willingness to be seen. He smirked at her, realizing the meaning behind her decision. She wasn't ashamed of him.
"People always talk. Let them think what they want." Rory raised her chin in determination.
"As you wish." Rory remembered something from a movie. Whenever the hero said 'As you wish' to the heroine it really meant 'I love you'. Was that what Jess was saying to her? Then Rory expelled the thought from her mind. She was being a child thinking Jess was sending her secret messages through movie quotes.
"Jess I uh.I really want you to thank you for everything. I am so grateful. You were-"
"It's okay. No biggie." Jess didn't like the idea of Rory thanking him for something he would've begged to do. Something he dreamed about doing.
"I think it is a big deal. You were so great, and especially after the way I treated you...." Rory was embarrassed on how she treated him. She didn't want to think of that.
"You're welcome." His voice was soft, betraying the emotions eating him alive. Rory didn't want to leave now but she had to. There was so much she had to deal with before Jess. She knew she had to do something, something to let him know that she wants him....needs him. Then a daring thought crossed her mind.
For a second Jess thought he imagined it.
Her arms went around his neck and she buried her face into his shirt, on his chest. She felt his arms go around her waist and she leaned in more. His grip tightened. Jess kissed the top of her head tenderly and inhaled her scent. He wasn't thinking straight, Rory was pressed up against him. He could feel her soft curves, her firm body. He closed his eyes and ran his hands up and down her back sending bolts of electricity through Rory. She kissed his cheek lightly and pulled away.
Rory stepped back away from him and brought her hand over her face. Her cheeks were burning, she could feel it. Jess was thankful that she reached out for him. It gave him hope that maybe she wanted him a fraction of how much he wanted her.
"I'll be back Jess." Rory was fingering the letter in her pocket. It gave her reassurance and comfort. She turned and opened the door. "I promise." She was about to step through it when she heard his voice and it paralyzed her.
"I'll be waiting." Jess watched her pause taking in his words. She then shut the door and left. He stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. He walked back to his bed in a daze.
He clenched his fist when he first felt the bed beneath him because he was remembering the feel of her lying next to him on the same bed only hours before. As a distraction he tried to imagine the look on everyone's face when Rory came down the stairs in his clothes. He wondered if she just walked out or if she stopped and said hi to the people she knew.
Then his thoughts returned to his letter. What she would think of his letter. She said she thought it was "beautiful." No one, in Jess' whole life, had ever described him or anything that was directly related to him as beautiful. And she had said it like she meant it, Jess thought. The thought was too incredulous for him to comprehend. He rationalized that the only reason the letter might hold any beauty at all, was because it was written for Rory and with Rory as the subject.
He felt sleep coming and without lifting a finger he kicked his shoes off. He awaited the moment that it would come and the peace would take over him. The last thing he thought before he slipped into his dreams was the softness of Rory's lips on his cheek.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I have no money so don't sue.
Author's Note: I am having trouble posting in the format I want it to be in. I am uploading from Word but it doesn't seemed to be working. I had Jess' letter in italics and I bolded some words...but none of that transferred over. If anyone wants to tell me what I am doing wrong that would be great. And now I am letting everyone review so tell me what you think....
Rory's throat was dry, and she couldn't find words for speaking. She tore her eyes away from his and folded the letter back up. Her blood was flowing too fast and she was dizzy on his words. Rory was grateful she was sitting down.
Jess didn't say anything. He walked slowly toward her, until he was in his room and he stopped. He couldn't breathe. She had found his letter and read it. Everything he had written in it flashed across his mind at an instant.
"How much did you read?" He spoke calmly and slowly.
"Only the first few lines." She raised her head to meet him and Jess nodded.
"You went through my stuff."
"I was just looking at your books. I wasn't snooping or anything."
"I have been coming up here every half hour checking on you, to see if you were awake." He was talking faster now, desperate for a change of subject.
"I wish I could finish it."
"I figured since you didn't get much sleep the night before, it would be best to let you rest." Jess was evasive. He felt completely humiliated.
"What I have read.it was.so beautiful." Rory noticed his jaw muscles tighten.
"Yeah?" Rory sifted through her memories of Jess and recognized the look on his face. She had seen it once before. It was the look he gave her after she kissed him. He was struggling for words, emotions overwhelming him, and he was vulnerable. Jess made a point to never be vulnerable to anyone.
"Yeah." Rory really did think it was beautiful, and more. She wanted to finish it.... that instant. Jess, on the other hand, didn't know what to do. So instead he said nothing, and looked at her.
She was sitting on the edge of his bed and the light was pouring in behind her, brightening all her features and giving her hair a glow that made Jess wonder if maybe he was imagining it. Her blue eyes were brighter and clearer than ever and the circles were gone from underneath them. The sleep had done her good. Her hair was disheveled and careless, which Jess found very sexy in a way he couldn't describe. She was wearing his clothes, sitting up in his bed holding the letter in her small hands. Her lips were pink and perfect and pouty.
He knew he would keep this image of her for the rest of his life.
"When did you-" A million questions ran through Rory's mind about the letter but she chose when. Jess already knew what questions were coming though, and he cut her off with his answer.
"Yesterday. Right after I found out about your grandfather. I never thought you would actually read it."
"Can I finish it?" Rory was worried that he might take it away from her. Unknowingly, she clutched the letter tighter in her hands.
"Okay.sure.just not now. Later when you are back home not right in front of me. And.um.keep in mind that I wrote that really quickly, without really thinking."
"I will." Rory stood and smiled at him, remembering that her mom was waiting.
"Are you going to go home now?" Jess didn't want Rory to leave. He wanted her near him......always.
"My mom called earlier. That is the only reason I am up actually." Rory stood in front of Jess feeling very aware of their proximity.
"Was she mad?"
"I don't think she has the energy to be mad right now. She sounded more concerned than anything." Jess nodded and Rory continued, "I told her I would be home soon and that was a while ago. So I should."
"Go." He finished her thought for her. Rory walked out of the room and Jess walked behind her. She held the Doose's bag in her hand and put the letter in the pocket of the sweatshirt she was wearing.
"Follow me and I will sneak you out the back so no one sees you." Jess thought that him sneaking her out was a given. That she expected that.
"I can go out the front." Rory stopped walking.
"Are you sure? You ARE wearing my clothes; everyone will talk." Jess was surprised at her willingness to be seen. He smirked at her, realizing the meaning behind her decision. She wasn't ashamed of him.
"People always talk. Let them think what they want." Rory raised her chin in determination.
"As you wish." Rory remembered something from a movie. Whenever the hero said 'As you wish' to the heroine it really meant 'I love you'. Was that what Jess was saying to her? Then Rory expelled the thought from her mind. She was being a child thinking Jess was sending her secret messages through movie quotes.
"Jess I uh.I really want you to thank you for everything. I am so grateful. You were-"
"It's okay. No biggie." Jess didn't like the idea of Rory thanking him for something he would've begged to do. Something he dreamed about doing.
"I think it is a big deal. You were so great, and especially after the way I treated you...." Rory was embarrassed on how she treated him. She didn't want to think of that.
"You're welcome." His voice was soft, betraying the emotions eating him alive. Rory didn't want to leave now but she had to. There was so much she had to deal with before Jess. She knew she had to do something, something to let him know that she wants him....needs him. Then a daring thought crossed her mind.
For a second Jess thought he imagined it.
Her arms went around his neck and she buried her face into his shirt, on his chest. She felt his arms go around her waist and she leaned in more. His grip tightened. Jess kissed the top of her head tenderly and inhaled her scent. He wasn't thinking straight, Rory was pressed up against him. He could feel her soft curves, her firm body. He closed his eyes and ran his hands up and down her back sending bolts of electricity through Rory. She kissed his cheek lightly and pulled away.
Rory stepped back away from him and brought her hand over her face. Her cheeks were burning, she could feel it. Jess was thankful that she reached out for him. It gave him hope that maybe she wanted him a fraction of how much he wanted her.
"I'll be back Jess." Rory was fingering the letter in her pocket. It gave her reassurance and comfort. She turned and opened the door. "I promise." She was about to step through it when she heard his voice and it paralyzed her.
"I'll be waiting." Jess watched her pause taking in his words. She then shut the door and left. He stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. He walked back to his bed in a daze.
He clenched his fist when he first felt the bed beneath him because he was remembering the feel of her lying next to him on the same bed only hours before. As a distraction he tried to imagine the look on everyone's face when Rory came down the stairs in his clothes. He wondered if she just walked out or if she stopped and said hi to the people she knew.
Then his thoughts returned to his letter. What she would think of his letter. She said she thought it was "beautiful." No one, in Jess' whole life, had ever described him or anything that was directly related to him as beautiful. And she had said it like she meant it, Jess thought. The thought was too incredulous for him to comprehend. He rationalized that the only reason the letter might hold any beauty at all, was because it was written for Rory and with Rory as the subject.
He felt sleep coming and without lifting a finger he kicked his shoes off. He awaited the moment that it would come and the peace would take over him. The last thing he thought before he slipped into his dreams was the softness of Rory's lips on his cheek.