They kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed.
Rory wasn't used to being worked up in such a frenzied state. She felt a tingle of shivers travel up her legs and swim in her lap and stomach. Jess moved to her neck and she felt her body, as if it wasn't even her own body, reclining back onto the bed. The sheets felt soothingly soft and cool against her own body for the briefest of moments before the sensation was replaced with much more intense ones.
What Jess was doing to her neck felt good and she wondered if he would leave a mark on her. Definitive proof of her sin.
Jess kissed and touched over her clothes, well his clothes, trying not to lose his head. He knew if he did the smallest thing wrong, pushed a little too far, that kissing Rory would be over. Her neck was smooth and he found that place, that place on a woman's neck, he loved to kiss and knew women loved be kissed on. He heard Rory sigh softly and Jess clenched his teeth at the sound.
Rory's right hand left his dark hair and moved to his back and moved around in tiny ministrations. Her touch was light and it burned Jess' skin underneath his shirt radiating after her touch. She didn't know what she was really doing, had no idea. But she liked Jess' body on top of hers, which was a bit frightening, and she liked knowing it well. Her other hand stayed on his forearm, where the edge of his t-shirt ended and his bare skin began.
Rory moved her head to the other side and Jess kissed the other side of her neck slowly and more softy than before. Feeling as if she might cry out, Rory moved beneath him to kiss him on the lips. Their mouths came together so forcefully that there was a clank of the teeth.
Rory felt sweat form on her forehead and on her chest, in between her breasts. And could feel herself drowning in each one of the long wet kisses. She knew it was too much.
"Jess?" She pushed Jess away and both breathed erratically.
"Yeah?"
"Listen as much as I want to keep doing what we're doing..." Jess moved further away from Rory, breathing heavily, hearing her words, "...I can't if tomorrow I go back to Stars Hollow and that's it."
Jess swallowed thickly and looked at Rory lying on the bed beneath him in the darkness. His eyes had long adjusted and he could see the shine of her eyes staring back at him. He tried to find the right words.
"Do you really want this, with me?" Jess asked her softly.
"I already made my choice Jess. I'm here aren't I?" She reached up and dragged her hand along the side of Jess' face. It bothered her that he was always in doubt, he seemed to always be in a state of disbelief.
"You sure are." He smiled and kissed her palm, his ruffled hair falling in dark swirls along the edges of his face.
"Now you're the one with the big decision."
"It's not a big decision." He shook his head lightly.
"It's not?" Rory let her hand fall to the sheets, scared of his answer.
"Nah," Jess smiled in the darkness. "It's pretty easy." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Her tongue dove into his mouth and he loved the eagerness of her kisses. He loved how she was lying underneath his body. He loved each one of her silky hairs that he held in his fingers.
"Well?" Rory pulled away, needing it to be said.
"I'll call Luke tomorrow and ask him if I can move back."
"And tomorrow I will break up with Dean." Rory looked away just thinking about him. About all the damage she has done and all the more she will do. Jess hated that she got that look when thinking about Dean, but he said nothing. She added, "And be honest with him for once."
"Big day tomorrow, huh?" Jess moved off of Rory and was lying on his side next to her, against the wall. Rory missed the weight of him on top of her, but was too overjoyed that they had officially decided on something. He was officially going to move back to Stars Hollow. He was going to officially be her boyfriend. It was all so exhilarating for her.
She could feel his fingers moving in her hair.
"Yeah." Rory looked up at the darkness. She felt her blood flowing so fast and she remembered all the tiny details of the day. She had come so far, why stop now? "Jess?" she asked tentatively.
"Hmm." Jess nuzzled her hair and put a hand across her waist.
"I'm in love with you." Jess opened his eyes and his blood froze in his veins, he felt his eyes water and he blinked back tears, ashamed at his sentimentality. "And I think I have loved you for a long time." Rory bravely turned her head and looked at Jess, for an expression in the darkness. Their faces were only an inch or two apart. And his arm was still draped over her.
"It's harder for me," he said slowly. He wanted to say it back. He did. But he couldn't. Jess had seen, knew too much about the world. Although he thought what he was feeling might be some resemblance to love, he couldn't decide if it was real or just in his head.
Jess hated himself. He was so fucked-up he couldn't say "I love you" to a sweet beautiful girl lying next to him in his own bed. He stared at her hard, scared of what he was stepping into with this girl. Jess was leaving every thing, an entire existence of being alone and loneliness, one that he had clung to so dearly.
"I know." Rory felt lightheaded. Her confession was such a weight, a burden for so long. She had hidden it from Dean, from her mother, from herself, from Jess, from the entire town. Now she felt it lifted from her. She loved being honest, being able to tell him what she really thought.
"No one has ever said that to me before and really meant it."
"I am saying it now and I mean it."
She leaned forward and took him in her mouth slowly and softly. He seemed hesitant to kiss almost, as if he was scared. "I love you," Rory whispered before leaning in again and kissing him. It was wet and unrestrained. Their hands moved eagerly in the dark over skin, ravenous for more. "I love you," she whispered again upheaving Jess' entire existence.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted you, thought about you," Jess whispered into her neck while a hand bravely went under the black t-shirt feeling the soft skin. She was warm and felt so incredibly good. Jess wanted to show her, to make her feel how he felt around her.
He could feel her nervousness and her arousal in her skin and in her movement.
"Tell me," she said in a voice that was not her own. It was a womanly plea to a man. Rory arched her back as those thoughts swiftly danced in her mind. She felt Jess' hand cover her breast and they continued to kiss in a rough manner. Jess moved with expertise, removing the shirt and tossing it aside on the floor.
"All the time," he said right before he took her breast into his mouth.
99999999999999999999999999999
They lied side by side, like spoons, in his bed in the darkness, moonlight coming in the room in distorted forms and shapes. Sounds could be heard every few minutes, but they went unnoticed by Rory and Jess who continued to talk and giggle like the teenagers they were. It was a first for both of them. Rory had never let anyone touch her like Jess had just done. She felt heat come to her cheeks just thinking about it. And Jess had never been so intimate with anyone before. Clung to someone or revealed so much about himself. They were both quite shaken.
"When did you know that you wanted to be with me?" Rory asked.
"I liked you from the beginning." Jess' lips were an inch away from the back of Rory's neck. His hand clasped with her hand.
"But when did you know it was more than just liking?"
"Do you have low self esteem or something? I'm not telling you stuff just to feed your ego."
"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine," she said as she giggled.
"You first."
"No, I asked you first."
"Fine." Jess paused for a moment, thinking. He made a small groaning noise of discomfort before continuing. "Do you remember that crazy dinner at the inn?"
"And the sleigh ride?"
"Not the sleigh ride." Rory smiled a little, waiting for Jess to continue and loving that he was telling her. "Later that night I couldn't sleep because Luke was snoring so loudly that even wild animals were joining in with him and.....anyways I went for a walk and ended up destroying a snow man."
"I knew that was you!" Rory smiled at the memory. Of seeing the crumbled snow man in the endless white. At her secret.
"It was for you. So you and your mother could win that stupid contest. I just stared at it for while, hating it so much and thinking of you. The fact that it was the middle of the night and freezing and I got myself covered in snow...I realized that it wasn't going to go away."
"You're so sweet." Rory kissed Jess' hand.
"You're turn."
"And cute." She kissed his hand again.
"C'mon. When did you realize you couldn't live without me?"
"The Bid on a Basket Festival," Rory stated simply.
"The picnic?"
"Yeah."
"So my plan worked." Jess squeezed her a little tighter and smiled into her neck, so she could feel it.
"Hook line and sinker." They laughed softly. And Rory yawned loudly into the pillow.
"Tired?"
"Uh huh. What time is it?"
"I have no idea." And both of them really didn't. Jess thought for a moment and considered that maybe Rory wanted him to leave. "Do you want me to go back to my mom's room?"
"No. Can't we just...." Rory paused over the wording. "......just hold each other and sleep together? Without doing anything else?"
"Yeah. Sounds good." Rory smiled at his agreement and they both shifted a little into more comfortable positions.
Rory couldn't help but add her own thoughts, "I kinda don't want to go home tomorrow." When Jess didn't say anything she continued, "I mean I feel guilty, terrible even, but there is so much freedom here and I love that you showed me all that you showed me." Rory wasn't just talking about the city.
"We'll have more days like this. We could come back." Jess wanted to show her more of his city. He thought about The Strand, of cool diners, of retro movie theatres, of book stores no one else had heard of, of that spot in the middle of Central Park where you go to make love because no one will see you.
"I hope so."
"Good night, Rory." Jess kissed the back of her neck tenderly.
"Good night, Jess."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Can everyone please review for this chapter who has some opinion. Please. I don't really write these kinds of scenes, sexy, and my next story is going to be R. It's not going to be a sex story, but it will be heated. Anyways, I need to know if I am doing this right or what. Just tell me anything, especially those fellow writers out there.
Rory wasn't used to being worked up in such a frenzied state. She felt a tingle of shivers travel up her legs and swim in her lap and stomach. Jess moved to her neck and she felt her body, as if it wasn't even her own body, reclining back onto the bed. The sheets felt soothingly soft and cool against her own body for the briefest of moments before the sensation was replaced with much more intense ones.
What Jess was doing to her neck felt good and she wondered if he would leave a mark on her. Definitive proof of her sin.
Jess kissed and touched over her clothes, well his clothes, trying not to lose his head. He knew if he did the smallest thing wrong, pushed a little too far, that kissing Rory would be over. Her neck was smooth and he found that place, that place on a woman's neck, he loved to kiss and knew women loved be kissed on. He heard Rory sigh softly and Jess clenched his teeth at the sound.
Rory's right hand left his dark hair and moved to his back and moved around in tiny ministrations. Her touch was light and it burned Jess' skin underneath his shirt radiating after her touch. She didn't know what she was really doing, had no idea. But she liked Jess' body on top of hers, which was a bit frightening, and she liked knowing it well. Her other hand stayed on his forearm, where the edge of his t-shirt ended and his bare skin began.
Rory moved her head to the other side and Jess kissed the other side of her neck slowly and more softy than before. Feeling as if she might cry out, Rory moved beneath him to kiss him on the lips. Their mouths came together so forcefully that there was a clank of the teeth.
Rory felt sweat form on her forehead and on her chest, in between her breasts. And could feel herself drowning in each one of the long wet kisses. She knew it was too much.
"Jess?" She pushed Jess away and both breathed erratically.
"Yeah?"
"Listen as much as I want to keep doing what we're doing..." Jess moved further away from Rory, breathing heavily, hearing her words, "...I can't if tomorrow I go back to Stars Hollow and that's it."
Jess swallowed thickly and looked at Rory lying on the bed beneath him in the darkness. His eyes had long adjusted and he could see the shine of her eyes staring back at him. He tried to find the right words.
"Do you really want this, with me?" Jess asked her softly.
"I already made my choice Jess. I'm here aren't I?" She reached up and dragged her hand along the side of Jess' face. It bothered her that he was always in doubt, he seemed to always be in a state of disbelief.
"You sure are." He smiled and kissed her palm, his ruffled hair falling in dark swirls along the edges of his face.
"Now you're the one with the big decision."
"It's not a big decision." He shook his head lightly.
"It's not?" Rory let her hand fall to the sheets, scared of his answer.
"Nah," Jess smiled in the darkness. "It's pretty easy." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Her tongue dove into his mouth and he loved the eagerness of her kisses. He loved how she was lying underneath his body. He loved each one of her silky hairs that he held in his fingers.
"Well?" Rory pulled away, needing it to be said.
"I'll call Luke tomorrow and ask him if I can move back."
"And tomorrow I will break up with Dean." Rory looked away just thinking about him. About all the damage she has done and all the more she will do. Jess hated that she got that look when thinking about Dean, but he said nothing. She added, "And be honest with him for once."
"Big day tomorrow, huh?" Jess moved off of Rory and was lying on his side next to her, against the wall. Rory missed the weight of him on top of her, but was too overjoyed that they had officially decided on something. He was officially going to move back to Stars Hollow. He was going to officially be her boyfriend. It was all so exhilarating for her.
She could feel his fingers moving in her hair.
"Yeah." Rory looked up at the darkness. She felt her blood flowing so fast and she remembered all the tiny details of the day. She had come so far, why stop now? "Jess?" she asked tentatively.
"Hmm." Jess nuzzled her hair and put a hand across her waist.
"I'm in love with you." Jess opened his eyes and his blood froze in his veins, he felt his eyes water and he blinked back tears, ashamed at his sentimentality. "And I think I have loved you for a long time." Rory bravely turned her head and looked at Jess, for an expression in the darkness. Their faces were only an inch or two apart. And his arm was still draped over her.
"It's harder for me," he said slowly. He wanted to say it back. He did. But he couldn't. Jess had seen, knew too much about the world. Although he thought what he was feeling might be some resemblance to love, he couldn't decide if it was real or just in his head.
Jess hated himself. He was so fucked-up he couldn't say "I love you" to a sweet beautiful girl lying next to him in his own bed. He stared at her hard, scared of what he was stepping into with this girl. Jess was leaving every thing, an entire existence of being alone and loneliness, one that he had clung to so dearly.
"I know." Rory felt lightheaded. Her confession was such a weight, a burden for so long. She had hidden it from Dean, from her mother, from herself, from Jess, from the entire town. Now she felt it lifted from her. She loved being honest, being able to tell him what she really thought.
"No one has ever said that to me before and really meant it."
"I am saying it now and I mean it."
She leaned forward and took him in her mouth slowly and softly. He seemed hesitant to kiss almost, as if he was scared. "I love you," Rory whispered before leaning in again and kissing him. It was wet and unrestrained. Their hands moved eagerly in the dark over skin, ravenous for more. "I love you," she whispered again upheaving Jess' entire existence.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted you, thought about you," Jess whispered into her neck while a hand bravely went under the black t-shirt feeling the soft skin. She was warm and felt so incredibly good. Jess wanted to show her, to make her feel how he felt around her.
He could feel her nervousness and her arousal in her skin and in her movement.
"Tell me," she said in a voice that was not her own. It was a womanly plea to a man. Rory arched her back as those thoughts swiftly danced in her mind. She felt Jess' hand cover her breast and they continued to kiss in a rough manner. Jess moved with expertise, removing the shirt and tossing it aside on the floor.
"All the time," he said right before he took her breast into his mouth.
99999999999999999999999999999
They lied side by side, like spoons, in his bed in the darkness, moonlight coming in the room in distorted forms and shapes. Sounds could be heard every few minutes, but they went unnoticed by Rory and Jess who continued to talk and giggle like the teenagers they were. It was a first for both of them. Rory had never let anyone touch her like Jess had just done. She felt heat come to her cheeks just thinking about it. And Jess had never been so intimate with anyone before. Clung to someone or revealed so much about himself. They were both quite shaken.
"When did you know that you wanted to be with me?" Rory asked.
"I liked you from the beginning." Jess' lips were an inch away from the back of Rory's neck. His hand clasped with her hand.
"But when did you know it was more than just liking?"
"Do you have low self esteem or something? I'm not telling you stuff just to feed your ego."
"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine," she said as she giggled.
"You first."
"No, I asked you first."
"Fine." Jess paused for a moment, thinking. He made a small groaning noise of discomfort before continuing. "Do you remember that crazy dinner at the inn?"
"And the sleigh ride?"
"Not the sleigh ride." Rory smiled a little, waiting for Jess to continue and loving that he was telling her. "Later that night I couldn't sleep because Luke was snoring so loudly that even wild animals were joining in with him and.....anyways I went for a walk and ended up destroying a snow man."
"I knew that was you!" Rory smiled at the memory. Of seeing the crumbled snow man in the endless white. At her secret.
"It was for you. So you and your mother could win that stupid contest. I just stared at it for while, hating it so much and thinking of you. The fact that it was the middle of the night and freezing and I got myself covered in snow...I realized that it wasn't going to go away."
"You're so sweet." Rory kissed Jess' hand.
"You're turn."
"And cute." She kissed his hand again.
"C'mon. When did you realize you couldn't live without me?"
"The Bid on a Basket Festival," Rory stated simply.
"The picnic?"
"Yeah."
"So my plan worked." Jess squeezed her a little tighter and smiled into her neck, so she could feel it.
"Hook line and sinker." They laughed softly. And Rory yawned loudly into the pillow.
"Tired?"
"Uh huh. What time is it?"
"I have no idea." And both of them really didn't. Jess thought for a moment and considered that maybe Rory wanted him to leave. "Do you want me to go back to my mom's room?"
"No. Can't we just...." Rory paused over the wording. "......just hold each other and sleep together? Without doing anything else?"
"Yeah. Sounds good." Rory smiled at his agreement and they both shifted a little into more comfortable positions.
Rory couldn't help but add her own thoughts, "I kinda don't want to go home tomorrow." When Jess didn't say anything she continued, "I mean I feel guilty, terrible even, but there is so much freedom here and I love that you showed me all that you showed me." Rory wasn't just talking about the city.
"We'll have more days like this. We could come back." Jess wanted to show her more of his city. He thought about The Strand, of cool diners, of retro movie theatres, of book stores no one else had heard of, of that spot in the middle of Central Park where you go to make love because no one will see you.
"I hope so."
"Good night, Rory." Jess kissed the back of her neck tenderly.
"Good night, Jess."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Can everyone please review for this chapter who has some opinion. Please. I don't really write these kinds of scenes, sexy, and my next story is going to be R. It's not going to be a sex story, but it will be heated. Anyways, I need to know if I am doing this right or what. Just tell me anything, especially those fellow writers out there.