This house was impressive, massive. It practically announced over a loud speaker the upper-crust living. Several stories high, with large white pillars, the long driveway that was decorated with a myriad of different flowers. It didn't really seem like Rory's type of place, and yet, this was the address Lorelai had given him. He felt like leaving, like running. He had set his mind to talk to her, needed to see her face, but upon arriving at the behemoth house he suddenly felt small. Rory had changed, had become one of these people. How could she not have? Living in Hartford, in this mansion-like house. Although beautiful in structure and design, including the landscaping, he didn't feel comfortable here and the Rory he knew wouldn't have either.

"You have got to be kidding me."

He turned to the source of the voice. He knew his mouth was gaping open, but could not close in. She looked more beautiful than he remembered. Her hair was shoulder length, falling a large, dark waves--darker than before. She was dressed casually in jeans, a black silk top, and a denim jacket. Her arms rested akimbo across her chest and her eyes blazed darker than her scowl.

Finally, he was able to find his voice.

"No joke."

"What do you think you're doing here, Jess!"

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

"I live here!"

"So I've heard," he said nonchalantly.

Rory scoffed loudly, not saying anything.

"Rory--"

"Don't you 'Rory' me! You have no right to be here. You're not a part of my life any--"

He swept to her, not being able to stop, or bother fight, himself. He reached up and ran his hand through her silky hair while he brought his lips to her. Every passion he had felt since he met Rory went into the kiss, every wanting, every ache and desire. She allowed him to and even returned his fervor with her one, groping his back, ruffling his head.

Finally, she pulled away, breathless. They looked at each other silently, intensely.

"I--" he started.

"No! You don't get to keep coming back and doing this to me, Jess. I have a life here that doesn't include you anymore. You---" She glared at him. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

She gestured at him. "Like, like that!"

"Rory, I don't know what you're talking about."

Apparently she found arguing pointless, as she bestowed on him another round of hot, furious kisses. She kissed up and down his neck, sending hot shivers everywhere she touched. She licked his ear lobes. He felt himself being led in another direction.

"Where are we going?"

"The poolhouse."

"And what's so interesting about a poolhouse, Rory?"

"It's about what's in the poolhouse that is of interest." She smiled wickedly at him. "Just, follow the clothes."

Jess was about to ask, but she quickly demonstrated her point by taking off her jacket and tossing it over her shoulder at him. His breath stuck in his throat. Rory was not the type to tease like this and her wickedly grin confirmed it. He knew he should say they couldn't, that they needed to talk, and yet he found himself trailing after her hungrily.

"Catch up, Jess," she called back to him in a haughty sexy tone.

He didn't care at this moment what his responsibilities were or that he should be trying to reason with her. Just like always, she had him under her spell. He didn't have to be told twice.