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A/N: This is a companion piece to the Rory-centric "Supposed to Be." Jess's POV for this one.
Summary: Ficlet. Alt. "Last Week Fights" outcome. She's his for one whole summer. Maybe it's enough. Maybe it isn't. Jess's musings.
Drive On
It's hot as hell, and my air conditioner broke three hours ago.
I'm more uncomfortable than she is, surprisingly. My hair is considerably shorter than hers. It might be because she's in shorts and I'm in pants.
She's smiling at me, telling me to stop the car.
I do. I pull over to the side of the arid, deserted highway. I watch her unbutton her thin shirt and slide it off, tossing it behind her, onto the back seat. This leaves her in denim shorts, a slight undershirt and a purple bra. She digs a hair tie out of the glove compartment and puts her brown hair up into a messy ponytail.
I smirk and slide off my sweat-soaked Metallica shirt, shoes, socks and jeans, leaving me in nothing but my thin, plaid boxers.
She giggles and makes a comment that Luke's had a bad effect on my taste. I roll my eyes and lean against the driver's seat, just watching her. She's staring back, her eyes glimmering.
She's so beautiful.
And she's mine, if only for the summer.
It's enough.
I remember the night before, in the hotel, suddenly. I don't want to make a big deal out of it, because she doesn't seem to want to. We... I don't know if I've ever felt so alive before.
I don't want this to end. Any of it.
Huh.
Maybe it really isn't enough.
We shall see.
She tells me I look tired and offers to drive, but I decline. I like this set-up. Me at the wheel, and her next to me with her bare feet hanging out the window.
I start up the car again, and drive on. She turns on the tape player, and sings along loudly and off-key as The Clash play their play list from London Calling. I hum along sometimes, and she smiles at me when I do.
We've been on the road for weeks, and she's smiled through more than half of it.
She wants this.
She loves me, I think.
I know I love her.
I don't know what I would have done if she'd said no to this. To me.
Before I know it, the sun is setting.
She asks me to stop the car again, and I do. We get out, dressing again before it starts cooling off for the night. We sit on the hood and talk about book wish lists a little before she wonders allowed what her mother is doing right now.
I tell her to call and find out; and she says she will tomorrow.
I nod. I know she misses home. I tell her that we'll turn around and head back soon. She says there's no rush. I give her a small smile and she kisses me, and pulls me close.
We stay like this, kissing on the hood of my car until the sun has completely set, and it's dark.
Slowly we slide off the car and get back in. She insists on driving, saying I should sleep. I get into the passenger's seat and she reaches over and kisses me again before starting the engine.
I close my eyes.
I hear Rory smile and feel the car start to move. "Goodnight, Jess. I love you."
A/N: This is a companion piece to the Rory-centric "Supposed to Be." Jess's POV for this one.
Summary: Ficlet. Alt. "Last Week Fights" outcome. She's his for one whole summer. Maybe it's enough. Maybe it isn't. Jess's musings.
Drive On
It's hot as hell, and my air conditioner broke three hours ago.
I'm more uncomfortable than she is, surprisingly. My hair is considerably shorter than hers. It might be because she's in shorts and I'm in pants.
She's smiling at me, telling me to stop the car.
I do. I pull over to the side of the arid, deserted highway. I watch her unbutton her thin shirt and slide it off, tossing it behind her, onto the back seat. This leaves her in denim shorts, a slight undershirt and a purple bra. She digs a hair tie out of the glove compartment and puts her brown hair up into a messy ponytail.
I smirk and slide off my sweat-soaked Metallica shirt, shoes, socks and jeans, leaving me in nothing but my thin, plaid boxers.
She giggles and makes a comment that Luke's had a bad effect on my taste. I roll my eyes and lean against the driver's seat, just watching her. She's staring back, her eyes glimmering.
She's so beautiful.
And she's mine, if only for the summer.
It's enough.
I remember the night before, in the hotel, suddenly. I don't want to make a big deal out of it, because she doesn't seem to want to. We... I don't know if I've ever felt so alive before.
I don't want this to end. Any of it.
Huh.
Maybe it really isn't enough.
We shall see.
She tells me I look tired and offers to drive, but I decline. I like this set-up. Me at the wheel, and her next to me with her bare feet hanging out the window.
I start up the car again, and drive on. She turns on the tape player, and sings along loudly and off-key as The Clash play their play list from London Calling. I hum along sometimes, and she smiles at me when I do.
We've been on the road for weeks, and she's smiled through more than half of it.
She wants this.
She loves me, I think.
I know I love her.
I don't know what I would have done if she'd said no to this. To me.
Before I know it, the sun is setting.
She asks me to stop the car again, and I do. We get out, dressing again before it starts cooling off for the night. We sit on the hood and talk about book wish lists a little before she wonders allowed what her mother is doing right now.
I tell her to call and find out; and she says she will tomorrow.
I nod. I know she misses home. I tell her that we'll turn around and head back soon. She says there's no rush. I give her a small smile and she kisses me, and pulls me close.
We stay like this, kissing on the hood of my car until the sun has completely set, and it's dark.
Slowly we slide off the car and get back in. She insists on driving, saying I should sleep. I get into the passenger's seat and she reaches over and kisses me again before starting the engine.
I close my eyes.
I hear Rory smile and feel the car start to move. "Goodnight, Jess. I love you."