"Well, what is much?" silence. "Goodnight, Rory."

And that had been the start. It wasn't so much the words, but the way he spoke them. The way he looked at me, with his eyebrow suggestively arched, the way he smiled. Dean had never looked at me that way. But Jess did. Jess always did. Every time I would pass him on the street, he'd shoot me the look that would leave me speechless and fluttery. Even when Dean was there, and I think even then, Dean's jealousy wasn't so uncalled for. Because maybe he sensed what I couldn't admit; that I was falling for Jess.

Don't get me wrong, I love Dean. But I don't regret that fateful night a couple weeks ago. That night that changed everything.

Mom was in Buffalo with her business class and I had the house to myself. I was glad to have the time to do my laundry, hopefully without any interruptions like the time when she went the spa with Grandma.

There was a knock at the door and I went to answer it, annoyed. I knew it wasn't Dean, because he was away, visiting relatives for the weekend. As soon as I saw the outline through the blurred glass, I knew it was Jess, and somehow I wasn't surprised. I opened the door and he just stood there, staring at me. I stared back. He didn't give the me famous "Jess look" but instead stared at me with an intensity that made me ache for him.

"Did you want something, or are you just doing a random dead body search?" I asked, still holding the door open but without inviting him in. He let out a quiet chuckle and smiled playfully at me.

"I'm afraid I am, ma'am," he said. "I wouldn't think of you as the type to leave dead bodies lying around, but I still think I should check out that closet of yours."

"Jess," I said. "Why did you come here?"

"I wanted to borrow a book," he said, catching my eyes and holding them with his intense stare.

"Got anything in particular in mind?" I swallowed. He was wearing a black button-up shirt, but the top three buttons were undone, exposing the top of his well-defined chest.

"Nope," he said. He smiled at me again.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you going to invite me in to look around, or is it your intention for me to freeze on the porch while you guess what I'm in the mood for?"

I was hesitant, but another playful smile from him changed my mind. "Sure," I said, probably too loudly. I cleared my throat, nervous, and opened the door wider. He walked in.

I closed the front door and followed him to my room. I watched his back as he scanned my shelf, occasionally murmuring a quiet "hmm" to himself.

After what seemed life ages, he finally turned around.

"Any luck?" I asked.

"No," he said. But he didn't make a move to leave. And a part of me was glad.

"Are you going to leave now?" I asked him, both wanting and dreading his answer.

"Do you want me to?" He held my eyes with his again.

"No," I whispered.

He took two steps and was so close to me that I could feel the heat off his body. He reached up and his fingers grazed my cheek. His touch sent an electric current through my body. When his thumb began to sensually trace my lips, I felt like I would melt. I don't know what possessed me, but I reached up, grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face towards mine, parting my lips when they touched his and thrusting my tongue in his mouth. He was surprised by my move but responded immediately. He reached down and held me to him, running his hands up my sides and sending delightful shivers through my body as they touched bare skin. I ran my hands through his course hair and pressed my body against him. As I began to reach down and dip my hands below his waistline, he moaned against my mouth. I smiled, delighted that I had that effect on him.

"Rory," he groaned.

"Yes?" I whispered.

He pulled back and his eyes were filled with passion and longing. "I want you so bad," he said.

His words made me jelly. They made me forget about Dean, my boyfriend. And they made me forget that I hadn't locked the front door.

I took a step away from him. A step towards my bed. I lifted my shirt over my head and slowly lowered myself onto my back on the bed, never breaking eye contact. Jess sucked in a breath. He was quickly on top of me, and I quickly had his shirt off. He captured my mouth in his again, and I reached for the button on his pants. He tugged them off and threw them aside. I licked the side of his neck and up his jaw to behind his ear; a spot I knew would make him hot. I could feel his growing arousal and knew that it was taking every ounce of his self-control not to have me at that moment.

I reached down and lowered my pyjama bottoms, kicking them off hastily. Jess stopped.

"Rory," He was breathing hard, and his voice was hoarse. "Are you… are you sure?"

"Jess," I whispered back, never wanting anything more in my life, "I'm sure."

"Have you… done this before?"

"Yes," I lied.

If sex with Jess Mariano was so wrong, then why did it feel so right?

The next thing I heard was the sound of insistant knocking on a door. It felt like pounding in my head. I couldn't remeber where I was. But as I looked around and woke up, I quickly came to my senses. I was in my own bed. I was naked. And Jess was sleeping soundly, naked too, beside me. Suddenly, the events of last night came flooding back to me. I couldn't help but smile.

I heard the front door open and remembered what had woken me up. The front door closed. I panicked and tapped Jess on the arm. He muttered something in his sleep but didn't move.

"Jess!" I whispered loudly in his ear.

"Hello?" I heard a male voice call from the hall. "Rory? Are you here?"

"I'm in my room!" I yelled back. "Who is it?" Shit. SHIT. What if he comes in here and sees us like this?

Jess still hadn't woken up. I shook him harder.

"Jess! Wake up!" I whispered louder in his ear.

"It's Luke!" the voice called. I heard footsteps moving closer to my room. "I was wondering if you'd seen Jess anywhere. He didn't come home last night."

My bedroom door opened and Luke stepped in. He just stood there, staring in awe at Jess and I naked in bed together. I didn't even try to explain. Jess rolled over and groggily sat up.

"Rory... what time is it?"

"Uhh... Jess?" I was scared.

"Yeah?" he was awake. He looked around the room. He saw Luke. The look on Luke's face changed from shock to Anger.

"Get dressed, Jess," he said, trying to restrain his anger.

Jess shook his head and chuckled. Luke stood in the doorway. I sat in bed, a sheet wrapped around myself, staring at Luke in horror. He would tell mymom. Word would get out and... Dean.

"Uncle Luke?"Jess's voice broke my thoughts. "Mind if I... get dressed now?"

Luke glared at him and left, shutting the door behind him.

"Fuck," Jess said, getting out his of bed and pulling his boxers on. "Fucking nice way to wake up,"

"Jess," I said. "Please... please don't tell anyone. Don't let him tell anyone."

Jess looked at me. I could tell he was hurt.

"It's not that this didn't mean anything to me," I said quickly. "Jess, I..."

"What?" He was annoyed. He yanked his pants up and pulled his shirt on with such force that I thought the fabric would rip.

"I'm going to break it off with Dean."

He froze and looked at me curiously.

"He doesn't make me feel the way you do. Jess, I think I lo-"

"JESS MARIANO!" Luke's yell penetrated the thin walls and interrupted me. "If you don't get your ass out of here right now, I'll..." he paused as he thought of a good threat. "You can use your imagination, but I'm warning you it won't be pretty."

Jess started to walk to the door but I reached out and held him back. I lifted my head and kissed him fully on the lips.

As he walked out of my bedroom door, he turned back and shot me the sexy and famous Jess look.

A/N: I dont know how many people still ship for Jess and Rory, but I've just been watching Season Two again, and my God, the HEAT. I will continue this if it will be followed, so let me know if you're reading and want me to continue.