Title: Sugar.
Author: kait.
Chapter: Two. Love you Madly
Summary: Takes place mid-Season4. Jess is home from Venice Beach and something unexpected happens. Part 2 of 3.
Pairing: Jess/Lorelai
Rating: R. This contains explicit sexual content. Don't tell me that you weren't warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, the WB,
Author's Notes: I got the impression that you guys wanted me to continue this, so here's the next part. Serious thanks go to my girls, you all know who you are. :)

And um, I'm a little self-concious about this one, because...I usually fade to black but uh, this doesn't ...fade to black. So, uh, yeah. Honestly, if you don't think you can handle it, e-mail me and i'll give you the Cliff Notes.

You should all recognize the beginning...
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We shouldn't be doing this. She was silenced by his lips grabbing hers aggressively once again. She had to hand it to him - he definitely was talented when it came to occupying her tongue.


God, What Lorelai? he was angry. He knew he shouldn't be there, in his girlfriend's house, with his girlfriend's mom, in his girlfriend's mom's bed, quickly approaching a half-naked state.
She looked at him sheepishly, Do you have a condom?
He looked at her surprised, I don't need one, yet.
She looked at him curiously, And why is that?
Because I'm not done seducing you yet. He finished removing his shirt and went directly to hers.

He pushed her shirt up her torso with the palms of his hands. Her milky white skin shimmered in the sunlight, from beneath the material. He used both hands to pull the tank off her shoulders, his fingers tracing where the fabric used to lay.

She lay before him, clad in a bra and skirt, layers of her clothing around the room. He began tracing figure eights around her upper body, following his fingers with his lips, gently probing the skin with his tongue.

Before his fingers reached her breasts, they began to tingle. She was sensitive to his touch, without even being aware of it. A soft moan escaped her lips, and as his hands found their way beneath her bra she arced herself into him. Wanting him to grasp more, make her feel more.

He had a sexual aura that sucked her in, but to say that she didn't want to be there, doing those things would be a falsehood. He pulled himself away from his actions to unclasp her bra. It was finished being removed before she even noticed he had started. Jess then began the slow and electrifying process of removing her skirt.

Every nerve screamed for more, every inch of skin begged to be touched. His hands were fire, and she wanted to be burnt.

The actual process of sex was redundant. Since she was fifteen it had always been exactly the same. It would start on a couch, or some other unimportant place. A balcony, a bachelor apartment, the place was not was mattered. The person wasn't even what mattered in the end. If it was just sex, she could care less who it was. The act of simply sex was not magic, it never had been, it was about getting what you wanted. With this boy, it had turned into more than sex. It wasn't making love, Lorelai knew that much. But it wasn't sex like she had ever experienced before. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to it, why she couldn't get enough even before he had even gotten her fully undressed.

She lay beneath him, with nothing but a pair of panties covering her pale skin. She suddenly realized that Jess was way over-dressed for this party, and began attempting to undo his belt. He pushed her back with little force. She was naked and he wanted to be in control. For her. Somehow he could sense what it was she needed.

She was lying flush against her bed, her head back, eyes closed. Absorbing all the feelings in the air. She caught one, lust. But he hadn't touched her in a few seconds, so her senses were slowly failing. And then, just like it had before, her skin was set ablaze with contact from him.

This time he had set down his touch on her thighs. He stroked the inside of her thighs and moved around to the outside, and up. The panties slid off her legs like a child slides down a waterslide, completely without restraint.

Now it was time for his eyes to do the work. They traveled from their gaze being entwined in her hair, to her facial features, giving every one alotted time, as if they were all unique in their own way. Her neck, which was long and slender seemed to be a focal point of his stare, as he spent a length of time simply consuming it with his eyes. His eyes followed her collarbone to the curve of her breasts and she watched as his eyes flickered from nipple to nipple. She wished he had decided to use his mouth instead of his eyes. However, he did not. He then moved down her body, his eyes following every curve of her torso, every indent of her stomach. They continued down the rest of her body, giving attention in the strangest of places.

Lorelai never knew what was sexy about her knees. But before she had long to think about it his fingers danced down the inside of one of her arms, coming to a standstill on her right breast. He took it fully into his hands and leaned down to take it into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the outside of her nipple, until she moaned and he used his teeth to gently bite down on the quickly hardening center.

She gasped, and he bit down harder, causing her to squirm beneath him, in his half-naked glory. He let go and licked where his mouth had just been clamped. He the did the same for the other breast, groping the other with his spare hand. She caved into the feeling and bit down hard on her lip to withhold a scream. He finally removed his mouth entirely from her breasts and upon realizing that the gorgeous woman beneath him had never been foreplayed - at least, not this well - smirked at the needy look on her face.

His hands worked their way down her stomach, kneading the muscles with his skilled fingers, until he reached the apex of her body. He gently moved his caress to her inner thighs, causing her to squirm, her moisture becoming apparent to him. His fingers brushed up along the most sensitive portion of her lower body and she released a shudder. He parted her quickly and breathed heavy, so that the air was warm and damp. Her hips convulsed, pushing her pelvis closer to his mouth, causing him to smirk. He sent another wave of air, this time it was faster and cooler and she let out a moan instead.

This time, he stopped teasing. His left hand took it's place on one of her breasts, grazing the nipple whenever it seemed neccesary. With the other hand, he kept her lips parted, and his tongue stroked her clitoris and then burrowed deep into her center. She widened the spread of her legs and he increased his force. He pumped in repeatedly, then returned to the first, licking, enveloping it. He drew her to the edge, and the withdrew his lips.

Lorelai kept her head back on the bed, her eyes closed, trying to comprehend the feelings that overwhelmed her body as she attempted to calm it down. As Jess lay on top of her, and she realized his quickly rising arousal, she found it to be a much more difficult task.

He know knew that she had been brought to the point where any more would throw her over the edge, and knowing this he began the task of removing his only remaining garment. When his boxers were halfway off she began moaning his name. The voice she used was coy, and she looked up at him with her sparkling blue eyes, and dark hair surrounding her face in a halo of contrast. He quickly finished removing the article and, pressing his body flush with hers, placed himself at her entrance he slowly pushed in, forcing a gasp from her and a groan of relief from him.

Her arms wrapped around his back and pulled him further into her, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He thrust harder, pushing them both closer with each movement. Finally they hit the brink of orgasm and both shook with obvious pleasure, their bodies wracked with undying devotion to the feeling as they continued on with their motions until the feeling had subsided in both and he rolled over and out from inside of her.