Rating: PG-13/R... yes... I upped it... just read on... its kinda obvious y.

Disclaimer: 3 words... IT'S NOT MINE!

Summary: What if Jess couldn't go to California, what if there was something holding him back... but now in CHAPTER 13 he is, and Rory's coming with... we left the two in the motel room in St. Louis...

Author's Note: Hey guys, it's me again. Before you start stoning me to death, let me just say that I am very sorry that this took forever to update... again. I've been very very busy and uninspired. Now I have a general direction of where this is going, but I NEED some help, if u has ANY small suggestions please review with them! The fate of this fic is in your hands! I kid you not! So... bottom line its... REVIEW. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! I love you all! Also, the song I use is by the best band ever, Stroke 9. Their new album comes out November 9th and it is called "All In". Please check them out at . Love you!

Dedication: To rorynjess4ever, miarae, and Mel. K, just because their reviews helped me out... at least more than others. Also, to Veronica because she is cool (I'm guessing). And mostly to the one who inspired me that none of you know, and he'll never see this so it really doesn't matter if I write this or not.

Chapter 13: Instantly Awaken My Imagination

"You instantly awaken my imagination,

Old fashioned infatuation.

I can be anything that you want me to be

And you can have me in every position that you dreamed.

I know you've got a wild streak,

You're a freak

You're alone in your bed with graphic images in your head.

Let me do what I want to do with you,

Let me tie you down,

Pick you up and flip you all around,

Let me tell you how sexy you are,

As I'm going down on you in the car

If feeling this good is a sin,

Then let's do it all over again."

- "Do It Again" by Stroke 9

After a few minutes, Rory emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a pastel pink camisole and baby blue pajama pants with fuzzy brown teddy bears on them. Yes, she felt a little childish, but it didn't really matter to her. She knew Jess didn't mind. She smiled at him from the doorway. He looked up from his book and smiled. She slowly took a few steps towards the bed.

"Rory..." he breathed, barely audible.

"Shhhh" she whispered. Now she was on the bed. Slowly inching towards him.

"Your sure this is what you want?"

"Positive."

"Promise?"

"Well do you have..."

"Yea, I've got it," he interrupted.

"Than I'm sure."

"I just want it to be..."

"It will be," she replied simply.

She loved that they could pick up each other's sentences. She kissed him softly. He leaned his head back and breathed in slowly. By now, Rory was straddling his out stretched legs on top of the covers. She bent over and kissed him again, this time a bit more forcefully. She leaned her head back, which Jess promptly followed by placing soft, hair raising kisses down her neck, only to find his way back to her lips. They broke away for a moment, only for Rory to climb underneath the covers, the separator, the boundary. As soon as she did, the two continued. Jess started to push up Rory's shirt. He pushed it, slowly over the soft, delicate porcelain skin. His hands were rough, but gentle. Rory's hands started on the lowest part of his abdomen, slowly sliding up and out until she couldn't go any further without removing his shirt, which she proceeded to do.

It hit the floor, but this time, Jess didn't notice. It didn't feel wrong, as it had last time, in fact nothing could not have been more right. Rory let Jess pull the thin, sheer fabric over her head and fall next to his t-shirt. Rory now lay flat on her back. Jess laid soft, tender kisses, starting with her shoulder. He worked his way down her collarbone, leaving nothing unnoticed. He brushed his lips against the soft, untouched skin above her breasts. She left out a soft moan. Rory pulled off her flannel pants and flung them to the floor. Jess looked up at Rory's face. She smiled at him. He had never been more content. He wanted more. Rory pulled his face up and kissed him hard. It was a longing, passionate kiss.

Now Rory was on top. He slid a finger into the elastic of Jess's boxers. She gently tugged at them, silently begging. Instead of telling her to stop, as he had before, Jess took her hands and guided them down, slowly helping her remove the garment. He flipped her over and placed his hands on her hips. He slid them down, finally removing the last barrier between them. Jess reached down into his bag and pulled out the condom. He carefully protected himself.

"Ready?" he asked. He wanted to make sure that this was what she wanted. He needed her to feel no regrets.

"Ready," she smiled. She was glowing. Her long hair in a wave around her as she lay on the pillows. He slowly entered, joining their bodies. Rory felt a warm sensation flow through her body. With every gentle thrust the feeling became stronger. It was over-whelming to her. It was not painful, per say, it was just so foreign to her. She tried to contain her voice, but it was too much. She let out a hard moan.

"Jess!" she cried.

"Oh, Rory," he replied. He was concerned. It felt so good, but he didn't want to hurt her. He wanted this to be right for her, almost more than for him.

"No, don't stop," she moaned. So, he continued.

The next morning, Rory woke up in Jess's arms. She rolled over and looked at the clock. It read 7:00. She never woke up this early, but the warm breathing on the back of her neck caused her to open her eyes. They still had two and a half hours until they had to catch their bus. She reached for the alarm and set it for 8:15, then rolled over to face Jess. She lightly kissed the tip of his nose, which caused him to stir. He opened an eye. "Oh, I didn't mean to wake you. I'm sorry," she whispered.

"No, its fine," he whispered back, kissing her forehead. Rory smiled. This was heaven, it had to be.

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