Author's note: This will be the last chapter of this story. For those of you who miss dialogue between Rory and Jess: I chose not to include any because it's not my sprongest point and let's get real: It's not theirs either. Let's just see how far they'll get without using words...trust me.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, maybe just in my dreams...
Jess' POV
Normally right now we would meet at the bus stop and head for the bridge. We would tell each other about our day, we would eat the food I brought, we would read or make out, we would bicker over different points of view…we would be Jess and Rory, madly in love.
I wish with all my heart things would have remained this easy. I wish more than last night that I can turn back time and take one or two or a dozen more cold showers before going to her, knowing her mom wasn't home.
So now I won't meet her at the bus stop. She can act all lovey-dovey and normal to me, but I won't play that game. I still think I should let our hormones calm down until we might reach a normal point of friendship again. And I still think that if we can't, I should leave this godforsaken place and head back to New York, tail between my legs, where it should have stayed in the first place, if you get my drift.
So I remain upstairs in my room, Metallica at the background, A Farewell to Arms in my hands. Maybe, if I concentrate hard enough I might actually get some reading done.
Again, she comes to disturb me. In reality as opposed to only in my dreams. Luke must have told her I was up here and since he doesn't know anything about last night (if he did, I would have missed some vital male organs by now), he let her come upstairs.
This time, I try to brace myself more for her ruthless strategy by not looking up from my book. I expect, or rather hope, she'll be taken aback by my attitude. I hope she'll get mad enough to see me for the punk I am and leave me. So we can get this over with, rather than stretch this painful experience even more.
Again, she blows all my hopes into the wind. She doesn't say one word. She sits next to me and gently but determinedly takes my book from my hands. She holds my now restless empty hands in hers and brings them to her soft lips. Gently, disturbingly sexy, she kisses my fingertips one by one. I'm powerless to her intoxicating touch. Not one nerve in me is signaling to my muscles to start moving away from her, maintain the distance. She smiles, still not uttering one word. She simply moves up her lips and kisses my collarbone, my earlobe, my temple. My eyelids. I start crying. From out of nowhere these tears have come to betray me. I never cry! I don't! It's not me. But surely there's this clear liquid coming from me eyes.
Rory kisses my lips and they too, surrender. I can feel myself surrender, piece by piece. My arms wrap themselves around her tiny waist, my legs get strangled with hers, my lips taste my own falling tears, my tongue demands access to the humid warmth of her mouth. She lets me in, her own arms strong but lean, her hands tugging at the waistband of my shirt, as my hands mirror hers…damn you Rory!
Rory's POV
This is good, this feels right. Me and him, literally wrapped up in each other. No matter how hard his mind denies it, his heart feels it as I can feel his body disobey him. I know it might seem cruel, but I want him to realize that listening to his heart won't kill him. Won't kill me either. He can surrender himself to our love time and again and both of us will stay intact. Not despite of it, but because of it.
My lovely fool. Just surrender, just take me, take what I'm offering. From myself, Jess. No other reason than the fact that I love you. That you love me. There's nothing wrong with us being together. You are worthy of love, my love. If I wasn't convinced of that, do you think I would have given it to you? Do you? If I'm such a wonderful treasure, like you say I am, wouldn't I stay away from anyone not worthy? Don't you think I'm smart enough to see the difference? I know the one who is honest enough, sweet enough, smart enough...even though he's not smart enough to realize it himself. To trust his own feelings. So if you don't Jess, then please trust me, trust us. We belong, damn you. I know you can feel it. If only your stubborn mind would listen to your heart. Give up the fight Jess, just surrender.
Jess' POV
And again, I fail. Again, my determination falls the minute things get heated. People who say men think with certain organs below their belt, are absolutely right, as I've proved yet again. Right now, I honestly don't know right from left, up from down. To state that I'm confused is an understatement if I ever heard one. She's not. Rory's not confused. She lies next to me, all her naked beauty still uncovered, a smile on her face. For one second I allow myself to smirk. Apparently even in my worst state of confusion I can still be in my best state of arousal. Hurray for me.
What I absolutely don't understand is the why. Why does she cling on me like this? Why can't she simply accept and let go?
Because she doesn't want to. It hits me like a ton of bricks. The purpose of her little game is simple: the true opposite of mine. She wants me to acknowledge that I can't live without her, as my heart already knows.
She has power over me and she knows how to use it. Since when, Rory Gilmore, am I losing a game of love to you? I know that answer as well. I never stood a chance in hell.
So I turn to her. I look into her eyes and I can't help but smile. Very well then. I surrender. Take my heart, my love, my life. You'll take care of me. And someday, as long as I have your support, I will become the man you're convinced is inside of me. With your help, I'll find him. Victory is yours. And boy, do you know how to take it!
Rory's POV
Sinking in now, my dear? It certainly seems like you're catching on. And no, mister I'm-in-control-of-my-emotions, there's no way you can hide your priceless expression. Which at the moment holds utter confusion, slow realization and, admit it, pure bliss. We do fit so well together and you taught me so well, don't you agree? You'd die first way before you admit it, won't you?
You turn to face me, I mean, really face me, for the first time since you left the warmth of my bed. And I can't hide the feelings of relief as I see the confusion disappear to be replaced by the warmth of your love. The smirk you give me is your white flag of surrender.
You kiss me with soft, pleading lips. You utter the three little words I have been waiting to hear (Yes, I know I said I didn't need to hear them, but…I'm just human, so I lied about that). And I know you mean them. I mean them too, so I answer with the same words before I hug you to me. I love you, Jess, and you know you don't have to be afraid. Because I'll never see what you see: I only see the remarkable boy you are, the amazing man you will become. And when you do, I want to be the woman next to you. Correction: I will be the woman right next to you. Forever, Jess Mariano. Game set and math to Rory Gilmore!
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