DISCLAIMER: I own neither the show nor the characters of the Gilmore Girls. Just the messed up way in which I am portraying them.

Lorelai was almost sure she'd gone into shock. She blinked a couple of times, to make sure he was still just centimeters away from her face. His lips had just brushed against hers and all the nerves down her spine had ignited, and the fine hairs on the nape of her neck had stood on end. It was pure electricity that he passed through her, and she wanted to see if it were some sort of electrical charge that had passed through the air or if it was just what Luke Danes did to her when he touched her like that. She reached out and put her hand on his face gently, pulling him back to her lips.

As she was the one to make the next move, he responded to her actions, much more than the simple graze he'd stroked across her lips with his own. Her kiss was hungrier, it was full of tasting, longing and he was pretty sure he would have collapsed if they'd been standing up. Luckily for both of them, they were on the couch. Her hand started out gently cupping his cheek, but was now entwined in his hair, along with her other hand that had snaked around his shoulder. He moved his hands to the pull her closer to him, one hand in the small of her back and the other on her shoulder blade. She noticed how warm his hands felt, like heaters warming the places that they covered, radiating through the fabric of her shirt.

When they pulled back for the second time, she didn't blink this time. She knew she wasn't in shock and it hadn't been some freak electrical current floating through the air before—the charge had been solely from Luke touching her. She craved it instantly; unsure of how she'd lived without her entire life up to this point.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he said softly, his hands still on her, maintaining contact.

Her hands had slid out of his hair, resting lightly around his neck. She nodded, and smiled softly.

"So, are you glad you did it?" she teased him a little, fairly sure that the reaction she had wasn't one-sided.

For this, she earned a smile from the boy that always looked bothered and annoyed. His smile made her think of a man who wears a fancy suit that looks brand new though the owner bought it ten years before—rarely used and brought out only on deserving occasions. It made her feel all the more special, and she waited for his answer.

It came in the form of another mind-melting kiss, and she leaned back against the cushions as he moved over her while deepening the kisses. Each kiss built in intensity, and she could only focus on the feel of his lips on hers, the way his tongue felt as it explored and slid against hers. She pulled him close to her, not seeming to be close enough to him. Both were lost in the other, now forgetting completely about the fact that they had locked two people in the storeroom downstairs and would have to retrieve them soon.

Jess looked into her eyes, his hand still resting over her heart, finding it impossible to break contact with her. She sounded so hopeful, so ready for something more. He was the one with commitment issues here—he wasn't sure how he was going to handle it if she was constantly running at every turn as well. He had amazed himself in the fact that this relationship becoming serious quickly hadn't fazed him. But it had her—she was spooked, and he could only hope that this fight they'd had as a result would put an end to her freak-outs.

"I don't see as where we have any choice," he smiled at her, "But maybe we should slow down. The way you talked to Lorelai—her talking about us moving in together and all that. . ." he trailed off and pulled back away from her for the first time since they'd began their 'reconciliation'.

She looked at the concern that he still held; it was evident in his body language. His shoulders were slouched, his eyes held uncertainty, and he stood too still.

"Look, Jess, I know that we haven't even talked about staying together long term, it's just when Lorelai started firing off those comments and questions—it's sort of like I didn't want to get my own hopes up, you know? I mean, you and I haven't been dating all that long, it's not like I would even expect you to think about those things," she rambled on, watching him carefully.

"I do," he said softly, just loud enough for her to realize he'd spoken.

"What?"

"I do, think about those things. I know we just started going out, but it's not like we just met," he pointed out.

"Oh," she said, sitting back down on the boxes.

"You really don't think about those things?" he asked, not sounding upset, more like void of judgment.

"Well, maybe fleetingly. Like the other night, I woke up from this really bizarre dream that my mother had become president and all her old maids had formed this coup d'état and were trying to get me gather more ex-patriots," she started, causing his forehead to crease in disbelief and probably concern for her sanity, "And when it was over, you were right there, your arms wrapped around me and I thought how it would be nice to be able to have that safe feeling every time I woke up, to have you there to bring me back to reality, you know?"

He smiled, knowing exactly how she felt. It was things like that that made him know this could work too. Well, not things exactly like that. Rory seemed to have the market on strange and disturbing dreams. He just figured that it had something to do with her family. Which he still didn't want to have to meet, but knew that would someday go with the territory.

"I'm going to have to meet your mother, aren't I?" he cringed.

"Oh, yeah. Probably soon," she giggled, as he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her.

Upstairs it was getting heated. His shirt had come off minutes before, and hers was pulled up to the point that she needed to remove it—it was more of a hindrance at this point than anything else. She shifted so she could remove the garment, and he sat up further than she'd anticipated. In fact, he moved so he was sitting up on his knees, leaving her feeling very exposed and wanted to cover herself.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice breathy and confused.

"It's just—should we be doing this?"

"What do you mean? I thought you wanted this," she said, still not understanding his sudden grasp on willpower.

"No, I do, it's just—our first kiss was about five minutes ago, and if we keep going here, well, let's just say I'm seeing the point of no return approaching rapidly. And you're—I mean, are you a. . . still?"

"Yeah, I mean, I haven't had sex before, but," she answered his questions.

"Are you still seeing Tristan?"

His question hit her hard. She technically was still seeing Tristan, but the last few days, all she could think about was Luke. She hadn't returned Tristan's few calls, and he'd quit calling the last couple days all together. She'd talked to him in school on Friday, but nothing really indicative of them having a serious relationship.

"Lore?"

"Luke, I'm not going to lie to you, I have been seeing Tristan. But lately I've been feeling like maybe I should see other people."

"So, I'm an experiment?" his tone was growing hurt, he wasn't understanding her explanation at all.

"No, Luke, you're not an experiment—spending the last two days with you, the more I'm with you, the more I want to be with you," she touched her hand to his cheek that was covered in a thin layer of stubble, rough against her hand contrasting with the smooth skin underneath. He let her touch him, pulling his face closer to hers, and his eyes closed involuntarily as her lips met his again and his concerns melted away as she continued to escalate the make out session.

Rory rested her head on Jess' shoulder for a moment, smiling as she enjoyed the moment of just feeling his arms reassuringly around her waist. She moved back to look at him after she felt his lips press into her hair just above her ear.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this time alone with you, but when do you think they're going to let us out of here?"

Jess looked from Rory to the door, and a frown appeared on his face.

"Do you have your cell phone?"

"No, we were making a real quick trip out then back home," she rolled her eyes and smiled at him some more.

He thought for a moment, and then told her to wait there for a second. She watched as he rummaged through a few boxes in the back of the room, wondering what he was looking for.

"You know, you should really get a cell phone," she mused. This comment earned her a look of frustration before he returned to his quest in the overly cluttered box. At long last, he found the object of his search and held it up for her to see.

She laughed when she saw what must be the world's oldest phone. He plugged in a phone cord and moved a few boxes to plug it into the wall.

"What, you couldn't find one of the original ones from the 1876?" she giggled, as he handed it to her.

"It's a phone. A working phone, I might add."

"It's rotary dial!"

"Again, it's a working phone. Call Lorelai's cell phone."

"Fine, fine," she said, still giggling as she started to dial Lorelai's cell number. She started, but her amusement caused her to mess up and she groaned as she touched the receiver lever and started all over again.

"Now I remember why these things went out of style," she muttered as she laboriously dialed the correct number on the second try. Jess smirked as she concentrated.

Her cell phone brought the roaming hands to a halt. She looked at him and he steadied his breath as he leaned off her slowly. She looked down at her purse on the floor, and back to Luke.

"I should get that, huh?"

"Okay," he agreed, moving the rest of the way off her so she could move enough to find her phone. She rummaged through her small purse, and finally retrieved the offending noise.

"Hello? . . .Did you really? . . . We're just upstairs. . . . Yeah, alright, keep your pants on," she said before hanging up. She giggled as she looked to Luke, who was at this point shirtless and his pants were open.

"You might want to get dressed. They've made up and they want out," she said, moving to pull her own shirt on and smooth out her hair.

"Wait," he said, as he righted his own clothes. She turned and looked earnestly at him, giving him a smile that made him want to ignore the distress call from downstairs and take the risk that Jess would kill him later.

"Yeah?" she moved close to him, still feeling the collision of heat from their bodies as it hit somewhere between them.

"Can I see you later tonight?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," she said, kissing him one more time before they headed down stairs to release Rory and Jess from captivity.

AN: Finally, both JJ and LIT action! I'm relieved myself, don't you hate it when your story goes a direction you didn't think it would? Wish these stories would behave! Not that we've resolved the Tristan issue, but we'll get to that later. I'm working on updating faster, but honestly, the new job switch and moving is slowing my writing down, since my free time is waning. Thanks for the reviews, to all of you who are reading this!