*Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the original
characters. All I own is my imagination and the plot.
*A/N: Hey! :-) I finally got to read the reviews you guys left me for the third chapter, they definitely were a relief, since I thought that it wasn't that good. So, thanks! :-) I know that some authors thank everyone personally, and just because I don't do that doesn't mean that I'm not grateful. Anyway, enough with the thank you's. I hope you enjoy this chapter. :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Jess's eyes were enforced on the large poster that hung across from his bed. He tried to keep his focus on the black and white streaks that colored the poster, not paying close enough attention to notice the thick layer of dust that was covering it, because he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts. The ones that made his sleep restless and eventually woke him, preventing him from the sleep he strongly despised but so desperately longed for at the same time.
In his dreams he was able to change his daily fantasies, that would creep into his head when he thought that he had finally found some peace of mind, into scenarios that would tease him to the edge every time, but would never push him over, which would leave him awake in his own frustration and temporarily insomnia. But sleepless nights like these were his most dangerous ones. He was left alone with his desirous thoughts and yearnful emotions that would bundle up into a ball of vulnerability and rest at the bottom of his abdomen, where everything would both begin and end.
The sensation started when he would close his eyes, since his imaginative images were more believable and reliable than the ones he would see when he kept his eyes open and waited for, as the air around him would become thicker and more visible while it transformed into the blurry figure of a young woman. While, in his mind, several pieces of his memory formed a more realisitc and clear image. One which he could hear breathing and feel moving, as she placed both hands on his chest and slowly began to slide them down towards the lowest part of his abdomen, her nails lightly scratching his skin, which seemed extremely sensitive to her touch.
In his mind's eye, he tried to catch a glimpse of her expression, but she would refuse to look up, as if she knew that this was just one of his absurd fantasies. But Jess forgot as soon as he felt her lips placing soft kisses just above his boxer. She tortured him with her unhurried pace and skillful movements, placing the same amount of pressure on each and every one of his muscles. His breathing became more rapid when he felt her lying on top of him, weighing even less than a feather, while she kept her lips still for almost a second, before tracing them up to his neck. Her lips came in contact with his skin two more times, as she brushed her lips on each side of his neck once. It send an uncontrollable shiver through him, which made him grasp for someone that wasn't really there. Just as a bothered groan was about to escape his mouth, she placed hers on top of his, catching the stimulated sound with her tongue, as she tangled it with his. Her hands slid back down towards his abdomen, but evaporated before they could reach his boxer.
His eyes flew open and a gasp left his mouth, before he realized that he was alone with his aggravation once more. He could hear his heart echoing against the dark walls around him and he could feel the rise and fall of his chest, as he placed a hand upon it, waiting but a mere second before lowering it to his abdomen. But he restrained himself from going any further, by removing his hand and blindly reaching for his night table, almost sure that he would find one of his shirts on it. Although the shirt he grabbed, held its share of memories, he still pulled it on, not knowing if there was a shirt in the entire apartment that he hadn't seen her in. Innocent occurrences that left him craving for more afterwards.
He sat up straight, knowing for certain that he wouldn't get any more sleep tonight. His eye dropped from his poster onto the folded newspaper that lay at the foot of his bed. He instantaneously reached for it, not even bothering to make as less noise as possible, since Luke was used to him waking up at the strangest hours and reaching for something to read. However, Jess didn't grab this paper, just because it had been just out of his reach. He grabbed it, because it was another connection to his dreams. One that could even trigger it, when they didn't come willingly.
It was called 'Tick of Time', a newspaper that came out every morning in Hartford, where Rory now lived, and worked, at one of the local, but well- known papers. She didn't only write articles and short stories for the 'Tick of Time', she also wrote a column called: Rory's Confession... Jess opened up the paper to that exact page every day. To the page where she confessed small secrets to every person that took the time to read them. Luckily most of them never caught the meaning behind it and sadly, Jess didn't always get it either. He knew a lot of her old secrets, but surely not her knew ones. Joey probably did. He seemed too perfect not to know, or care.
But if Joey was so perfect, then why did Rory get so upset when he had wanted to distance himself from her, and her husband... He couldn't deny the fact that it twisted something inside of him either, but he thought that since they hadn't really talked for a while that it would make it easier, for the both of them, to deal and live with. But how could he stay away from her when she was with him all the time....
*~*~*
Meanwhile, in another bed, Rory lay awake too, silently pondering about the same thing as Jess, although the answer wasn't a mystery to her at all. After Jess had left that night, she went into a bathroom, so she could look at herself in the mirror. At the sight of her red eyes, which were caused by the fact that she was still fighting against the urge to cry, she had know why she was so hurt.
All those years in Stars Hollow, when they hadn't wasted any breathe to speak to each other, he had still been within the reach of her wandering eyes and if she had wanted to, she could have approached him. But she hadn't. Instead she had waited and stalled, to break the news of her wedding to him, not expecting him to be thrilled by it, but she had expected him to appreciate her words. And for a short while she had believed that he was happy for her, until the day of her wedding.
His words had been real, just like his sudden departure and the fact that she would be living in Hartford from now on. She had wanted to stay close to home, because she didn't want to detach herself completely and she still wanted to be able to get in her car and visit her mother whenever she felt like it. Although she hadn't seen her mother since the wedding. Something was keeping her away from Stars Hollow, a loneliness that would embrace her when she would step into the diner and see him, having to carry the burden of the knowledge that he might not want her there.
Rory turned her at and looked at Joey, who was lying next to her. He was so sweet and caring, the first person that had come close to being her second half, but yet there was something he lacked. Like intriguing flaws or an enticing feature that would carve his untainted persona into something unique. It was hard, waking up next to someone who was this perfect. Especially when she knew that she wasn't. She couldn't help but think that the mistakes she had made in the past were still going to be a part of her future in his eyes. She was afraid of doing something wrong, but at the same time she understood that he wouldn't care.
He had treated her like a princess ever since their first dance. And she felt like one. She felt loved, although the definition of theirs was a careful one, where passion wasn't their main attraction. She sometimes wondered if lust was something that she wanted, if that was indeed a sign of true love or not.
Her mind went back to that memorable day, where a smaller occurence would remain unforgettable in her mind. A lustful gleam had been in Jess's eyes when he had met her eyes in the mirror. His demeanor had held almost a daring confidence, tempting her to cross the line, but she had managed to stop him. And she could honestly say that she had stopped him, because of Joey, whom she loved, although she sometimes wondered if it wasn't a love too sweet, which had the gentleness of a carousel ride, when she really wanted to fell the thrill of a rollercoaster ride.
Rory slid out from underneath the sheets and got up, immediately colliding with her own reflection in the large window that was facing her side of the bed. During the day she would be able to see the sun rise and set, right behind the large park across the street. Now, there was nothing her eyes could detect but darkness and the silhouettes of a few trees and buildings. But her eyes seemed to stare right through the darkness, as she tried to focus them on her reflection. She almost felt guilty for looking so disordered, although her appearance suited the thoughts, that were roaming her sleepy head, perfectly. At night they would come to haunt her, waking her up from her sleep, just to keep her wondering about the what if's of her past, which would eventually lead to the topics that would end up in her confession column sooner or later.
Rory shifted her gaze to the small desk that stood in a corner of the room. A stack of paper was neatly piled onto the left half, while an empty sheet and a few pens occupied the other. She had a computer in the living room, but she rather wrote her ideas down on paper. It made her confessions seem more personal and she had her handwriting as prove, so that when she would start to doubt, she would see that she had written it down herself.
She walked over to the desk and sat down on the chair that was standing in front of it. She reached for a pen and held it above the piece of paper for a moment, as she thought about what she was about to do. But only half a second later, her pen was hastily dancing across the white sheet. This was the only way she could face her emotions and hopefully forget them at the same time. And the beauty of it was, was that she was letting out her emotions without actually letting them slip out off her mouth.
And everyone would read something different into it. Each vision would be different and it would encourage people to mail her their responses, which she would add to the column. Of course she would have to announce this subject in one of her columns before that in order to get the responses in time to add them, but she would get the chance to read other people's thoughts. And she truly hoped that she wasn't the only one on this planet who would still be considered hung up on her ex.
*~*~*
Joey looked at his wife, who had obviously fallen asleep at her desk a few hours before. He still couldn't believe how wrapped up she was in her work. It was almost like an obsession, one he adored and admired. He had never met anyone who was so passionate about writing and expression themselves. Rory was a very open person, which made her even more attractive in his eyes, since he was like that too. He liked to talk about everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. Something that was hard, because of his profession.
He yawned, before throwing his covers off and getting out of bed, revealing his bare chest and grey boxers. He wasn't the most confident person, even though he could put on a flawless act of one if it was required, but with Rory there was no need to be insecure about anything. He knew that she, unlike some of his ex-girlfriends, didn't fall in love with him because of his body. Shprefereded his knowledge and sincere attitude instead.
He walked over to her, knowing that he had to wake her, otherwise she would be late for work. He placed his fingers on her cheek, so he could caress it as he tried to wake her in a gentle manner. Rory stirred, causing a rumpled piece of paper to be revealed. Joey quickly scanned the first few words, realizing that this must be for her column. He had to admit that he never read it. Simply, because he wanted to discover all of those things for himself. This time, however, his curiosity got the best of him and he read the small paragraph, not bothered by the fact that verbs were left out. When he finished, he decided not to read too much in to it. He never knew how much truth could be read into columns like these, that were created only to get a reaction out of a large crowd.
When he heard her moan, he focused his gaze on her again, waiting for her to open her eyes and realize where she was. She always had to be given the time to completely wake up.
Rory's eyes slowly opened, as she moaned his name, ''Joey.....''
''Morning.''
''It can't be morning,'' Rory said, as she sat up straight and rested her head upon the palms of her hands. ''The sun's...........'' She stopped when she saw their bed bathing in brightness.
''.....evil.''
Joey softly chuckled, knowing that it was too early to make obvious fun of her, and leaned in to kiss her on her cheek.
''Go get ready for work. I'll make coffee.''
Rory smiled and let her eyes fall closed again. ''You're nice.''
Joey shook his head with amusement, before leaving the room.
Rory remained on the edge of sleep for a few more minutes, before she forced herself to get up and take a shower. After her shower, they would both sit down and have breakfast, like they did every morning.....
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) I know, nothing big happened in this chapter and it is on the short side, but I had to put this one in, because it explains Rory's column, what she does, and more importantly what she thinks. Ditto with Jess, only minus the work and column thing....... :-) I'll try to update asap, but you know the whole patience is a virtue deal and then there's school...... So, thanks for taking the time to read this and check out my Lit one parter: Chimera, if you have the timero. Bye :-)
*A/N: Hey! :-) I finally got to read the reviews you guys left me for the third chapter, they definitely were a relief, since I thought that it wasn't that good. So, thanks! :-) I know that some authors thank everyone personally, and just because I don't do that doesn't mean that I'm not grateful. Anyway, enough with the thank you's. I hope you enjoy this chapter. :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Jess's eyes were enforced on the large poster that hung across from his bed. He tried to keep his focus on the black and white streaks that colored the poster, not paying close enough attention to notice the thick layer of dust that was covering it, because he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts. The ones that made his sleep restless and eventually woke him, preventing him from the sleep he strongly despised but so desperately longed for at the same time.
In his dreams he was able to change his daily fantasies, that would creep into his head when he thought that he had finally found some peace of mind, into scenarios that would tease him to the edge every time, but would never push him over, which would leave him awake in his own frustration and temporarily insomnia. But sleepless nights like these were his most dangerous ones. He was left alone with his desirous thoughts and yearnful emotions that would bundle up into a ball of vulnerability and rest at the bottom of his abdomen, where everything would both begin and end.
The sensation started when he would close his eyes, since his imaginative images were more believable and reliable than the ones he would see when he kept his eyes open and waited for, as the air around him would become thicker and more visible while it transformed into the blurry figure of a young woman. While, in his mind, several pieces of his memory formed a more realisitc and clear image. One which he could hear breathing and feel moving, as she placed both hands on his chest and slowly began to slide them down towards the lowest part of his abdomen, her nails lightly scratching his skin, which seemed extremely sensitive to her touch.
In his mind's eye, he tried to catch a glimpse of her expression, but she would refuse to look up, as if she knew that this was just one of his absurd fantasies. But Jess forgot as soon as he felt her lips placing soft kisses just above his boxer. She tortured him with her unhurried pace and skillful movements, placing the same amount of pressure on each and every one of his muscles. His breathing became more rapid when he felt her lying on top of him, weighing even less than a feather, while she kept her lips still for almost a second, before tracing them up to his neck. Her lips came in contact with his skin two more times, as she brushed her lips on each side of his neck once. It send an uncontrollable shiver through him, which made him grasp for someone that wasn't really there. Just as a bothered groan was about to escape his mouth, she placed hers on top of his, catching the stimulated sound with her tongue, as she tangled it with his. Her hands slid back down towards his abdomen, but evaporated before they could reach his boxer.
His eyes flew open and a gasp left his mouth, before he realized that he was alone with his aggravation once more. He could hear his heart echoing against the dark walls around him and he could feel the rise and fall of his chest, as he placed a hand upon it, waiting but a mere second before lowering it to his abdomen. But he restrained himself from going any further, by removing his hand and blindly reaching for his night table, almost sure that he would find one of his shirts on it. Although the shirt he grabbed, held its share of memories, he still pulled it on, not knowing if there was a shirt in the entire apartment that he hadn't seen her in. Innocent occurrences that left him craving for more afterwards.
He sat up straight, knowing for certain that he wouldn't get any more sleep tonight. His eye dropped from his poster onto the folded newspaper that lay at the foot of his bed. He instantaneously reached for it, not even bothering to make as less noise as possible, since Luke was used to him waking up at the strangest hours and reaching for something to read. However, Jess didn't grab this paper, just because it had been just out of his reach. He grabbed it, because it was another connection to his dreams. One that could even trigger it, when they didn't come willingly.
It was called 'Tick of Time', a newspaper that came out every morning in Hartford, where Rory now lived, and worked, at one of the local, but well- known papers. She didn't only write articles and short stories for the 'Tick of Time', she also wrote a column called: Rory's Confession... Jess opened up the paper to that exact page every day. To the page where she confessed small secrets to every person that took the time to read them. Luckily most of them never caught the meaning behind it and sadly, Jess didn't always get it either. He knew a lot of her old secrets, but surely not her knew ones. Joey probably did. He seemed too perfect not to know, or care.
But if Joey was so perfect, then why did Rory get so upset when he had wanted to distance himself from her, and her husband... He couldn't deny the fact that it twisted something inside of him either, but he thought that since they hadn't really talked for a while that it would make it easier, for the both of them, to deal and live with. But how could he stay away from her when she was with him all the time....
*~*~*
Meanwhile, in another bed, Rory lay awake too, silently pondering about the same thing as Jess, although the answer wasn't a mystery to her at all. After Jess had left that night, she went into a bathroom, so she could look at herself in the mirror. At the sight of her red eyes, which were caused by the fact that she was still fighting against the urge to cry, she had know why she was so hurt.
All those years in Stars Hollow, when they hadn't wasted any breathe to speak to each other, he had still been within the reach of her wandering eyes and if she had wanted to, she could have approached him. But she hadn't. Instead she had waited and stalled, to break the news of her wedding to him, not expecting him to be thrilled by it, but she had expected him to appreciate her words. And for a short while she had believed that he was happy for her, until the day of her wedding.
His words had been real, just like his sudden departure and the fact that she would be living in Hartford from now on. She had wanted to stay close to home, because she didn't want to detach herself completely and she still wanted to be able to get in her car and visit her mother whenever she felt like it. Although she hadn't seen her mother since the wedding. Something was keeping her away from Stars Hollow, a loneliness that would embrace her when she would step into the diner and see him, having to carry the burden of the knowledge that he might not want her there.
Rory turned her at and looked at Joey, who was lying next to her. He was so sweet and caring, the first person that had come close to being her second half, but yet there was something he lacked. Like intriguing flaws or an enticing feature that would carve his untainted persona into something unique. It was hard, waking up next to someone who was this perfect. Especially when she knew that she wasn't. She couldn't help but think that the mistakes she had made in the past were still going to be a part of her future in his eyes. She was afraid of doing something wrong, but at the same time she understood that he wouldn't care.
He had treated her like a princess ever since their first dance. And she felt like one. She felt loved, although the definition of theirs was a careful one, where passion wasn't their main attraction. She sometimes wondered if lust was something that she wanted, if that was indeed a sign of true love or not.
Her mind went back to that memorable day, where a smaller occurence would remain unforgettable in her mind. A lustful gleam had been in Jess's eyes when he had met her eyes in the mirror. His demeanor had held almost a daring confidence, tempting her to cross the line, but she had managed to stop him. And she could honestly say that she had stopped him, because of Joey, whom she loved, although she sometimes wondered if it wasn't a love too sweet, which had the gentleness of a carousel ride, when she really wanted to fell the thrill of a rollercoaster ride.
Rory slid out from underneath the sheets and got up, immediately colliding with her own reflection in the large window that was facing her side of the bed. During the day she would be able to see the sun rise and set, right behind the large park across the street. Now, there was nothing her eyes could detect but darkness and the silhouettes of a few trees and buildings. But her eyes seemed to stare right through the darkness, as she tried to focus them on her reflection. She almost felt guilty for looking so disordered, although her appearance suited the thoughts, that were roaming her sleepy head, perfectly. At night they would come to haunt her, waking her up from her sleep, just to keep her wondering about the what if's of her past, which would eventually lead to the topics that would end up in her confession column sooner or later.
Rory shifted her gaze to the small desk that stood in a corner of the room. A stack of paper was neatly piled onto the left half, while an empty sheet and a few pens occupied the other. She had a computer in the living room, but she rather wrote her ideas down on paper. It made her confessions seem more personal and she had her handwriting as prove, so that when she would start to doubt, she would see that she had written it down herself.
She walked over to the desk and sat down on the chair that was standing in front of it. She reached for a pen and held it above the piece of paper for a moment, as she thought about what she was about to do. But only half a second later, her pen was hastily dancing across the white sheet. This was the only way she could face her emotions and hopefully forget them at the same time. And the beauty of it was, was that she was letting out her emotions without actually letting them slip out off her mouth.
And everyone would read something different into it. Each vision would be different and it would encourage people to mail her their responses, which she would add to the column. Of course she would have to announce this subject in one of her columns before that in order to get the responses in time to add them, but she would get the chance to read other people's thoughts. And she truly hoped that she wasn't the only one on this planet who would still be considered hung up on her ex.
*~*~*
Joey looked at his wife, who had obviously fallen asleep at her desk a few hours before. He still couldn't believe how wrapped up she was in her work. It was almost like an obsession, one he adored and admired. He had never met anyone who was so passionate about writing and expression themselves. Rory was a very open person, which made her even more attractive in his eyes, since he was like that too. He liked to talk about everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. Something that was hard, because of his profession.
He yawned, before throwing his covers off and getting out of bed, revealing his bare chest and grey boxers. He wasn't the most confident person, even though he could put on a flawless act of one if it was required, but with Rory there was no need to be insecure about anything. He knew that she, unlike some of his ex-girlfriends, didn't fall in love with him because of his body. Shprefereded his knowledge and sincere attitude instead.
He walked over to her, knowing that he had to wake her, otherwise she would be late for work. He placed his fingers on her cheek, so he could caress it as he tried to wake her in a gentle manner. Rory stirred, causing a rumpled piece of paper to be revealed. Joey quickly scanned the first few words, realizing that this must be for her column. He had to admit that he never read it. Simply, because he wanted to discover all of those things for himself. This time, however, his curiosity got the best of him and he read the small paragraph, not bothered by the fact that verbs were left out. When he finished, he decided not to read too much in to it. He never knew how much truth could be read into columns like these, that were created only to get a reaction out of a large crowd.
When he heard her moan, he focused his gaze on her again, waiting for her to open her eyes and realize where she was. She always had to be given the time to completely wake up.
Rory's eyes slowly opened, as she moaned his name, ''Joey.....''
''Morning.''
''It can't be morning,'' Rory said, as she sat up straight and rested her head upon the palms of her hands. ''The sun's...........'' She stopped when she saw their bed bathing in brightness.
''.....evil.''
Joey softly chuckled, knowing that it was too early to make obvious fun of her, and leaned in to kiss her on her cheek.
''Go get ready for work. I'll make coffee.''
Rory smiled and let her eyes fall closed again. ''You're nice.''
Joey shook his head with amusement, before leaving the room.
Rory remained on the edge of sleep for a few more minutes, before she forced herself to get up and take a shower. After her shower, they would both sit down and have breakfast, like they did every morning.....
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) I know, nothing big happened in this chapter and it is on the short side, but I had to put this one in, because it explains Rory's column, what she does, and more importantly what she thinks. Ditto with Jess, only minus the work and column thing....... :-) I'll try to update asap, but you know the whole patience is a virtue deal and then there's school...... So, thanks for taking the time to read this and check out my Lit one parter: Chimera, if you have the timero. Bye :-)