A/N: I asked, and you responded greatly. For what I wrote, I consider the response pretty overwhelming. I know I have unfinished stuff in the works, but I couldn't resist banging out another chapter of this story since it was so in demand. Please let me know if you want me to continue or stop before I ruin Jess completely.

To Sara Jop: Let me know if he goes soft, ok? That deserves a "Dirty!".

To Nyla: Thanks. I think Milo's pretty cute myself.

To smile1: Woohoo! What a compliment. Thanks.

To lorelai halliwell: Well, you're probly right on the Dean thing. I hafta admit, I like Dean, a lot, so me writing this Rory/Jess story is a big deal for me. They're both cute.

To DEAL 4321 ( ): I liked them sometimes, but it would be interesting to have him come back post Raincoats and Recipes to see what he would do with the Rory/Dean thing.

To Veronica: Working on it! Thanks for the feedback.

To sam ( ): Thanks. I'm trying to work on it.

She was shocked, mostly. There were other feelings there, of course, but shock was the big one. Others included disbelief, contentment, and love. Love. She loved this man, how she'd denied it for so long was a mystery to her. True, he'd left her twice, and broken her heart.

To err is human, to forgive divine.

She smiled, stretching luxuriously as a cat would, nestled in the arms of the man she loved. She looked at his sleeping face, almost unable to believe how the evening had unfolded.

"Stay."

"Stay?" He asked, searching her face for answers.

"I love you, Jess. I tried not to, because you hurt me so much, but I couldn't stop myself." She was crying a little. He wiped a tear away with his thumb, brushing her cheek lightly and sending shivers down her spine.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, completely grief-stricken over what he'd put her through. For her to tell him that she loved him...God, he hoped he wasn't dreaming. "I'll make it up to you." He gazed at her intently. She shook her head.

"No." She said, smiling. "Stay. That's enough for me."

She still wasn't sure who'd moved first. One moment they'd been standing there, eyes locked on each other, allowing previously hidden portions of their souls to be revealed in nothing but a gaze, and then...

Contact.

Her lips mets his in a kiss that said more than reintroduction. It spoke volumes without words, whispered sweet nothings without sound. She sighed against his mouth. It had been too long.

They broke apart, breathing heavily. Jess knew that he'd gotten the reciprocation he'd come after, and this time, he determined, he would not screw it up. This time, he be worthy of the love she offered. This time, he would stay.

Her smile broadened as she remembered her frantic phone call to her mother. It was true that she and her mother had a unique relationship, and this night's events topped the cake.

It was surreal. What had started as a kiss had evolved into so much more, and Rory was amazed that it could be this way. She ended another searing kiss and smiled, her fingers grazing his jaw line.

"I'll be right back." She told him. Coyly, she disappeared into the hall, leaving him to stare after her. He had a pretty good idea where the night was headed, and if he knew her the way he thought he did, then there was only one thing she could be doing at that moment.

"Mom?"

"Rory?"

"Where are you?"

"Luke's Sister's Wedding. I told you about it, remember?"

"Right. Are you having fun?"

"Well, Luke can waltz."

"Luke can waltz?!"

"Luke can waltz."

"You say that like you're surprised you still have your clothes on."

"Dirty."

"Guess who's here."

"Um, my mother?"

"Wrong."

"Come on, give me a hint."

"Well, let's see. You're at his mother's wedding with his uncle."

"No way."

"Yes, way."

"No way."

"Yes, way."

"No-"

"What are we, three? He's here."

"You say that like you're surprised you still have your clothes on. How do you feel about that?"

"I'm a myriad of emotion."

"You've got to stop using words I don't understand."

"Mom?"

"Rory."

"This is it."

"This is -Oh, Rory...Are you sure?"

"Yes, and you asked me to tell you when, and...this is it."

"Rory..."

"Mom, please don't try to talk me out of it. I love him."

"If you're sure, Rory...Then I'm happy for you."

"I love you, Mom.

"I love you too, Babe. Be safe."

"We will. Bye, Mom.

"Bye."

Here she was, wrapped in his arms, blissfully existing. She felt his arms tighten around her, and sighing, she drifted off to sleep.