SPOILERS - None.
SUMMARY - Same as the other chapters
DISCLAIMER - The WB, Amy Sherman-Palladino, et al owns it all.
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Chapter Eight
I woke up the next morning with the sunlight streaming in the apartment and Rory in my arms. I couldn't believe it was really happening. My sleeping angel.
We made love the entire morning. Now, I've read books where authors write about having sex and say it was like 'a religious experience'. I always laughed at that. The sex I've had in my life has been just that. Sex. Pleasure. But what I had with Rory was something more. I felt whole, complete, with her. It wasn't just about pleasure, it was about the connection, the feeling that we are the only two people in the world, and that's all that matters.
We were both lying in bed, exhausted, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
I've never felt so great in my life. I realized that I could spend the rest of my life feeling this way. And it scares me to death. What if she doesn't feel the same way? Will I get restless? What if I run again? What if she runs from me? What on earth am I going to do? My head was starting to hurt. Rory turned on her side and ran her index finger along my frown line, imitating the serious face I was making.
"What's the matter, boy? Sick of me already?" she teased in a British accent, sounding like Wendy in Peter Pan.
"That will NEVER happen, Rory, I think you know that," I smirked back, turning on my side to face her. I traced her face with my finger. She kissed my finger as it traced across her lips.
"Yooooo hooooo!" Lorelai's voice came booming up the stairs and she loudly stomped up them. Both Rory and I jumped out of habit when we heard it. We then looked at each other and laughed out loud, realizing that we were adults now, we didn't need to run and hide from her.
"Did you lock the door behind you?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Are you crazy? Of course I did! I didn't want interruptions from my nosey mother or your nosey uncle. Anyway, I figured if I locked the door, it wouldn't be as easy for you to run away from me last night if you didn't want me here," she smiled.
"Remind me to buy a box of nails so I can lock us IN here together and those crazies OUT!" I smiled.
"Uh, guys, are you decent? Ha! What am I saying of course you aren't! Dirty!" Lorelai ranted outside the door to the apartment. Rory jumped up and threw on one of my dress shirts and padded over to the door, wrapping it around her. She opened it slightly to see her mother's smiling face.
"Good morning, sunshine! Or should I say afternoon?" she winked, exaggerating the motion.
"Mom!" Rory blushed.
I pulled on my boxers and my jeans and walked across the apartment to get a glass of juice.
"'Morning, Jess!" Lorelai said loudly as she saw me walking across the room. Rory relented and opened the door so that Lorelai could enter. "So, how are. things?" she asked, looking between the both of us. Rory blushed even harder.
"Fine, thanks, how about you?" I asked, trying to be non-chalant. I handed a glass of juice to Rory and took a sip of my own.
"Oh, good, real good, good. Um, Luke was wondering if you guys wanted some breakfast? Or, well, lunch?" she said, looking at her watch, suddenly acting a little uncomfortable with the situation.
"Lunch would be great, mom!" Rory said quickly, looking around for her clothes. "Um, tell Luke we'll be down in a few minutes, okay?"
"Sure, hon, we'll be downstairs," Lorelai answered and retreated down the stairs.
We both looked at each other for a moment. "Huh, that was weird," I finally said, throwing on my Metallica t-shirt. She smiled when she saw it.
"Yeah, weird. It's not like she didn't think that we." she trailed off.
"Yeah, but." I couldn't seem to finish my thought. What was Lorelai expecting to find anyway? Did Rory tell her that she was going to come over and yell at me? Or that she was going to wait on the stairs to the diner for me? Or did she come to her and say, 'oh, see you later mom, I'm going to sneak into Luke's old apartment and seduce my ex-boyfriend to have sex with me - see you tomorrow?' That didn't seem like something she would even talk about, none the less DO. But she did that. She broke into the apartment and climbed into bed with me, without me knowing. Oh god, she DID want this to happen, didn't she? I was totally confused.
Rory ran into the bathroom to brush her hair and get dressed, while I sat at the kitchen table lost in thought. It's amazing how this place can turn me back into that 17-year old who was failing at life, who had no self- confidence, who was afraid to let anyone close to him. I was successful now, not a failure. I was a confident person, at least to most people who know me. I have got to get out of this town, something. I'm confident in New York. I'm confident when I'm traveling all over the world. Why do I turn into mush when I get to this dumb little town? Why am I scared to death?
"Jess? Are you coming?" she asked as she walked out of the bathroom, back in her jeans and t-shirt. She looked at me with concern. She could always tell when I was having a tug-of-war with the thoughts in my head.
"Uh, yeah, I'll be right down, you go ahead," I said, getting up. She came over and kissed me, throwing her arms around me for a long hug.
"Don't be too long!" she said with a quick kiss and quickly ran down the stairs. I smiled. There's one thing that hasn't changed - her need for constant food intake. I don't know how she does it, she eats like a pig and looks like a model. Good genetics.
I ran a comb through my hair and splashed some water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, at first trying to determine if I needed to shave, but then I saw something else. There was something different in my eyes. That cold, hard person that I had become over the years wasn't there any more. And that scared the shit out of me too. I had a picture in my mind of a cartoon I saw once - I think it was that one where bugs bunny races the tortoise - and he yanked the shell right off the poor bugger. That's about what I was feeling - like I was totally exposed, my shell had been removed. I haven't felt this way for a long, long time. And although completely unfamiliar, it didn't seem so bad after all.
Now I just had to go about what I had been thinking all along. Find a way to tell Rory how I feel about her.
TO BE CONTINUED..
End of chapter 8
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Chapter Eight
I woke up the next morning with the sunlight streaming in the apartment and Rory in my arms. I couldn't believe it was really happening. My sleeping angel.
We made love the entire morning. Now, I've read books where authors write about having sex and say it was like 'a religious experience'. I always laughed at that. The sex I've had in my life has been just that. Sex. Pleasure. But what I had with Rory was something more. I felt whole, complete, with her. It wasn't just about pleasure, it was about the connection, the feeling that we are the only two people in the world, and that's all that matters.
We were both lying in bed, exhausted, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
I've never felt so great in my life. I realized that I could spend the rest of my life feeling this way. And it scares me to death. What if she doesn't feel the same way? Will I get restless? What if I run again? What if she runs from me? What on earth am I going to do? My head was starting to hurt. Rory turned on her side and ran her index finger along my frown line, imitating the serious face I was making.
"What's the matter, boy? Sick of me already?" she teased in a British accent, sounding like Wendy in Peter Pan.
"That will NEVER happen, Rory, I think you know that," I smirked back, turning on my side to face her. I traced her face with my finger. She kissed my finger as it traced across her lips.
"Yooooo hooooo!" Lorelai's voice came booming up the stairs and she loudly stomped up them. Both Rory and I jumped out of habit when we heard it. We then looked at each other and laughed out loud, realizing that we were adults now, we didn't need to run and hide from her.
"Did you lock the door behind you?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Are you crazy? Of course I did! I didn't want interruptions from my nosey mother or your nosey uncle. Anyway, I figured if I locked the door, it wouldn't be as easy for you to run away from me last night if you didn't want me here," she smiled.
"Remind me to buy a box of nails so I can lock us IN here together and those crazies OUT!" I smiled.
"Uh, guys, are you decent? Ha! What am I saying of course you aren't! Dirty!" Lorelai ranted outside the door to the apartment. Rory jumped up and threw on one of my dress shirts and padded over to the door, wrapping it around her. She opened it slightly to see her mother's smiling face.
"Good morning, sunshine! Or should I say afternoon?" she winked, exaggerating the motion.
"Mom!" Rory blushed.
I pulled on my boxers and my jeans and walked across the apartment to get a glass of juice.
"'Morning, Jess!" Lorelai said loudly as she saw me walking across the room. Rory relented and opened the door so that Lorelai could enter. "So, how are. things?" she asked, looking between the both of us. Rory blushed even harder.
"Fine, thanks, how about you?" I asked, trying to be non-chalant. I handed a glass of juice to Rory and took a sip of my own.
"Oh, good, real good, good. Um, Luke was wondering if you guys wanted some breakfast? Or, well, lunch?" she said, looking at her watch, suddenly acting a little uncomfortable with the situation.
"Lunch would be great, mom!" Rory said quickly, looking around for her clothes. "Um, tell Luke we'll be down in a few minutes, okay?"
"Sure, hon, we'll be downstairs," Lorelai answered and retreated down the stairs.
We both looked at each other for a moment. "Huh, that was weird," I finally said, throwing on my Metallica t-shirt. She smiled when she saw it.
"Yeah, weird. It's not like she didn't think that we." she trailed off.
"Yeah, but." I couldn't seem to finish my thought. What was Lorelai expecting to find anyway? Did Rory tell her that she was going to come over and yell at me? Or that she was going to wait on the stairs to the diner for me? Or did she come to her and say, 'oh, see you later mom, I'm going to sneak into Luke's old apartment and seduce my ex-boyfriend to have sex with me - see you tomorrow?' That didn't seem like something she would even talk about, none the less DO. But she did that. She broke into the apartment and climbed into bed with me, without me knowing. Oh god, she DID want this to happen, didn't she? I was totally confused.
Rory ran into the bathroom to brush her hair and get dressed, while I sat at the kitchen table lost in thought. It's amazing how this place can turn me back into that 17-year old who was failing at life, who had no self- confidence, who was afraid to let anyone close to him. I was successful now, not a failure. I was a confident person, at least to most people who know me. I have got to get out of this town, something. I'm confident in New York. I'm confident when I'm traveling all over the world. Why do I turn into mush when I get to this dumb little town? Why am I scared to death?
"Jess? Are you coming?" she asked as she walked out of the bathroom, back in her jeans and t-shirt. She looked at me with concern. She could always tell when I was having a tug-of-war with the thoughts in my head.
"Uh, yeah, I'll be right down, you go ahead," I said, getting up. She came over and kissed me, throwing her arms around me for a long hug.
"Don't be too long!" she said with a quick kiss and quickly ran down the stairs. I smiled. There's one thing that hasn't changed - her need for constant food intake. I don't know how she does it, she eats like a pig and looks like a model. Good genetics.
I ran a comb through my hair and splashed some water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, at first trying to determine if I needed to shave, but then I saw something else. There was something different in my eyes. That cold, hard person that I had become over the years wasn't there any more. And that scared the shit out of me too. I had a picture in my mind of a cartoon I saw once - I think it was that one where bugs bunny races the tortoise - and he yanked the shell right off the poor bugger. That's about what I was feeling - like I was totally exposed, my shell had been removed. I haven't felt this way for a long, long time. And although completely unfamiliar, it didn't seem so bad after all.
Now I just had to go about what I had been thinking all along. Find a way to tell Rory how I feel about her.
TO BE CONTINUED..
End of chapter 8