Author's note: Wow, I'm fast with updating! But since my mostly positive reviews, I feel I should. But first, some answers to questions in the reviews:

to sarahl: About Jess being religious? I have no idea if that's possible. Indeed I am religious myself (a little) but I honestly wasn't thinking about that when I wrote it. My guess just was that even non-religious people sometimes refer to words as "blessed" every now and then. Hope you can live with it. Besides, I can take some constructive critisism and yours wasn't a bad review.

to smile1: Thank you for reviewing all 3 of my stories so far and encouraging me to continue. I like your stories too. And this story will be written alternately in Jess's and Rory's POV to show you their rather opposite opinions.

to sarah: Don't worry, Jess won't be leaving Stars Hollow. It wouldn't work with the storyline I have planned out. And Jess is way too cute to be bad guy all the time :-).

Thank you to my other reviewers for your encouragement!

Disclaimer: Oops, forgot to mention this the first chapter. But you honestly didn't think I owned them did you? Would I have let Jess leave? Think, people!

Let's get this story on the road then...

Rory's POV

He thinks I'm sleeping, it's just the way I want it to be. But honestly, how can I sleep when I've just had the most amazing experience of my whole life? It's strange, I mean, you read about it, you dream about it, you fantasize about it with your friends, but nothing could have prepared me for what I felt just now. What I still feel.

People may think I'm nuts, to be overwhelmingly and wholeheartedly in love with a guy like Jess, but I guess it's something you can't protect yourself from. When love like this happens, it hits you hard and without remorse. I was in too deep by the time the warnings came in.

When they ask me and I know they will, then I'll tell them I'm not sorry this happened. I can't be. Never. This was too wonderful to be wrong. That's just their opinion.

I shift myself into a more comfortable position, relishing his smell, his warmth, his being. I know he loves me more than he can ever say. I don't expect him to say it, I don't need words. His deeds tonight, his gentle, almost shy caresses, his lips, his silent pleading for consent for every step our lovemaking took, showed me how much he loves me. And how afraid he is of it.

One more thing he'll never tell, but I know anyway. He's afraid. Scared to death by the thought someone could love him. That someone would pierce through his walls and see the boy inside. That someone would see his value and rescue him from his self-built prison. I do see it, I know I'm the only one who can. It's my job. My destination maybe even.

People will definitely think I'm crazy now. I'm not. I just know him too well. I can predict now that he won't stay with me to wake up in my arms in the morning. Within now and the next hour, he will slip away, dress himself and get out of here as if the FBI are hunting him down. His thoughts will be guilt ridden, as he thinks he has somehow tainted me, spoiled my beauty. He doesn't think he deserves me, or to even breath the same air. And he'll think I'll regret this night and blame him for the fact it happened.

So tomorrow and probably a few days after he'll shy away from me, avoid my eyes. But I'll feel his eyes watching me, full of the want and need we both know is there, the want and need he'll never surrender to again. Because he has to be the strong one. Not to contaminate me even more.

It's bullshit. Whatever he thinks, it's a bunch of crap. He's worth more than ten Deans put together. His IQ is more than all Stars Hollow graduates added up. His heart is stronger and lovelier than…anything. I love him. I know he loves me. And he doesn't have to be the strong one. I will. But not to hold off our love. To maintain it, to let it blossom until Jess Mariano finally accepts he has nowhere to run. It'll be a titan fight, but I have to win.

He stirs, gets out of bed, struggles to get dressed and leaves me, like I predicted he would. He's crying, a sound that ripples through my heart like an electric bolt. I restrain myself with much difficulty from getting up and putting my arms around his heaving shoulders. A soft moan of sudden disappointment escapes me before I can hold it back. But as much as I hate to be right at this point, I smile to myself. Run as far away as you can, my love. You can never run far enough. I'll win you over. I know I will.

Ladies and gentlemen, let the games begin…

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