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A/N: Heh… So I know I was suppose to put this chapter up like ages ago, but I was simply too tired…and I didn't have much time, but here it is…Read and review!!! Please? I mean I'd like to know how I'm doing and what [if you want me to] add into the story…… Oh um, slightly heated..slightly..
Chapter 7: Sea of Lust
She reached for his hand.
He didn't give it.
His eyes were closed shut and he was sleeping; she knew better, but she just wanted to see if he'd subconsciously give her his hand. She smiled contently, watching him take a nap in the middle of the afternoon on her bed. Her index finger slid lightly down his forearm. She quickly looked up to see if he woke from this minute gesture. He didn't. Her finger trailed back up his arm and to his shoulder. Deciding to be bold, her finger rode up to his cheek. She softly caressed it. They had said I love you to each other and yet neither had the grandest idea of the weight that that phrase carried; granted on some level, they understood.
Love.
What exactly is it?
She searched her mind and her heart, but came out empty handed. In a way, she knew exactly what love was. She just couldn't word it, not yet at least. You can't really define love. It's creates and obtains an ever-changing form. It's the air we breathe and the water we drink. It's the dreams we desire and want so badly. It's the one thing that can truly make us happy and have a reason to smile. It's the one thing that can make you feel like you are not alone; that someone is there with you, guiding you down an uncharted path, possibly a path to self discovery.
Love changes. And it is because of this that it remains beautiful, even in its most vulnerable stages. Love is beautiful and glorifying. Love touches the lives of the people close to you and spreads like wild fire. Love can look so small, but feel so big.
Rory knew that love was beyond being defined in a conformed text. She was almost certain that you couldn't and shouldn't define love. All she knew was that love is like water: it's vast and endless and you need it to live.
This was the most profound description of the word love that she could come up with. It was short and sweet.
She looked back at Jess and smiled. Confident in finding the true meaning of love, she announced out loud, "That," eyes still focused on Jess, "is the meaning of love."
He slept so peacefully. Like a baby, a big rugged, potty mouthed baby. He stirred in his sleep and cracked open his eyes.
"What?" Jess asked sleepily.
"Oh um-it…nothing," she sputtered, smiling softly at him.
He smiled back at her, looking like he knew what she had said.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said, playing along.
"What?" she asked again, irritation rising to her temples.
"Nothing!" she rolled her eyes and he said, "I love you."
She smiled sheepishly and walked over to the bed. Crouching before him, she took hold of his hand.
"I love you too," she delicately spoke.
"Come," he ordered, patting the open space on the bed.
She stood straight and sat on the open spot.
Rory looked at him; he had a look of un-satisfaction glimmering in his eyes.
"Lay with me," he asked her; it was like a five year old asking a puppy to lay next to him by a roaring fire and making it promise never to leave him- even if he feel asleep.
She did as he asked and turned so that when she lay on the bed, she was facing him.
His finger rimmed the outer part of her lips. They were so tender and bubbly. She smiled as he softly grazed her lips. He moved over on top of her. Tongues battling out a lustful war. Both were eager and by the feel of it, one more than the other. His hands became crazed and found themselves to be useless, so they wound up whirling in her hair. His lips briskly pulled away from hers, leaving her in awe and unsatisfied. He traveled to her jaw line, down to her chin and further down to her neck.
Thoughtlessly, a moan escaped those very lips he'd smothered and now, with complete satisfaction, he grinned.
"Don't stop," she whined. He chuckled whole-heartedly and continued. Sliding back to her jaw line, he climbed effortlessly to her ear lobe. Nibbling it tenderly she shifted slightly from under him. She was appraised with the famous eyebrow cock and smirk. When he stopped all action, she grew anxious and took matters into her own hands. She slide again from under him, this time, him oozing out a moan. While tickling his neck with her butterfly kisses, she smiled. He could no longer take it now, he needed her lips against his, and it was vital.
He found her lips in no time and the waging war of tongues flew full into action. Teeth crashed and got in the way, but that didn't stop either of them feeling like they'd had bruised lips and one hell of a tired tongue. Her hands were sliding carelessly up and down his back, having absolutely no idea what kind of feeling she was inflicting on him. It was shear bliss. Being this close to her, made him feel even better than a million dollars. He wasn't perfect, but neither was she. He liked to think that if anything were close to perfection, she'd be it. She took his face into her hands and forced his mouth harder on hers. From this, his body heaved heavily on hers. Her left leg wrapped hastily around him and then the other leg. His kisses grew soft again, so she slowed it down. And soon enough, both were aching for air. Satisfaction was beyond their strong desire to be closer to each other. Panting, both greedily tore through the others eyes.
And there it was, lust.
It was a burning desire and need for closeness to each other.
"I love spring break," breathed Jess.
Rory chuckled and whispered, "Me too."
They swooshed back into kissing and lost each other, again, in a sea of lust.
YEAH I KNOW IT'S REALLY SHORT, BUT I HOPE THAT THE 'HEATED' SCENE DID IT JUSTICE. REVIEW!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!