A/n: I can't thank everybody who left reviews! They really cheer me up, and really encourge me to write more. So, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. I /have/ changed this chapter, and Chapter Three will be different from my previous attempt at this story.

Rating: Bordering on high T- some light fluff ahead.

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Jess sighed, propping his head up from the soft pillow below. The way that she enticed him, he didn't know. The soft look in her eyes, the tender touch of her lips against his.

He shivered. ' Why am I even thinking about her? She's probably with some other guy, right?' He sighed, flicking on the lights, and glancing beside him. Luke wasn't there; he probably went to see Lorlelai. He glanced over at the clock-- 5:00AM. He sighed again; he should get up and get the diner ready.

He quickly got up, slamming a fist down on his alarm, to stop the persistent ringing before it started. He stripped off his nightclothes, slipping on a plain yellow T-shirt, and dragging on his rugged blue jeans.

' I'm hope she's not with any other guy.' He paused. ' I'm being fucking selfish. Get her out of your head, Mariano.'

He pushed aside the curtain, filing out into the empty diner. Or he thought it was empty. He glanced up, and felt his insides turn. There she was, fast asleep on the table.

Rory.

He slipp ed beside her, allowing his finger to trail over the exposed skin of her neck. He stroked his hand softly over her cheek, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against her lips. To his surprise, her arms lifted, hooking around his waist, as she began to kiss him back.

'This can't be happening' He thought to himself, lips still plastered against hers. They pulled away, eyes downcast, breathing heavily.

" Rory.."

She didn't respond, she just glanced up to meet his gaze. She took his hand in hers, and stood up to place a soft kiss against his cheek. She then fled out the door, Jess' eyes trailing after her.

He sighed, propping his elbows on the table, allowing his head to fall against his hand. He felt the strong desire of sleep pull him, and with a long sigh, he slowly drifted into sleep.

--2 hours later--

" Jess!"

" No, Kirk."

" But you said I could have pineapples with my toast!"

" I did not. That's gross."

" But healthy."

" But all around disgusting."

" Please, Jess?"

" No."

" Pleeeaaaase?"

" Fine. Here." Jess growled, slapping a plate in front of the whining Kirk, and backing away with disgust. The door opened, allowing a warm breeze to wash over him. There she was, walking beside her mother, blue eyes twinkling, a gentle smile against her face. Then she looked at him. Her face dropped, her blue eyes froze. She tore her gaze away, sitting beside her mother.

" Jeeesss!" Lorelai called from her table, a grin slipping onto her features. Jess rolled his eyes, sighed, and trudged over to their table.

He gazed over at Rory, as he dug a hand into his pocket, flipping out a pencil and pad of paper.

" What do you want?" He asked, eyes still locked against the girl's turned head.

" Ooh, me first!"

" Fine, Lorelai. You first."

" Yay! I want eggs. No, pancakes. And coffee. Lots n' lots of coffee. And…"

Jess tuned our Lorelai's persistant rambling about breakfast, to coffee, then on and on to Lord-Knows-What.

He looked over at Rory, who's head was still turned to stare out the window.

" Excuse us, Lorelai." Jess reached over, and grabbed Rory's arm, dragging her more roughly than he intended, pushing aside the curtain with one hand, and opening the door to the apartment with his foot.

" Rory, listen." He turned around, pressing her gently against the wall. A slight smirk turned on his lips, as he leaned his head close to hers. " I love you, Rory. I'm sorry…I mean it." He sighed, tilting his head back, and releasing a sot sigh. " It's…hard for me to say that, even if it sounds selfish. It's hard for me to apologize to you, Rory. I.." He paused, to glance over at her. The words choked in his throat, causing a strangled noise to rouse from his throat.

She was crying.

" Don't…cry." He pressed his lips softly against her forehead, pressing her head forward so that it was resting against the crook of his neck.

After minutes of choking sobs, Rory lifted her head to face him, her eyes puffy and red, her lips trembling from the force of crying. Her mouth curved to a slight smile, her head tilting closer to his.

" You…love me?"

" Damn right I do."

She couldn't stop the slow laugh that was released from her lips, her smile growing wider.

" I love you. …Too."

Jess smirked with a rather triumphant air, pressing her back against the wall, and slipping his arms around her slender waist. Eyes closed for a brief moment, lips plastering together, there longing for each other leading to them trying to devour each others lips. She felt his hands slip beneath the back of her shirt, sliding his hands over her spine, and rousing goosebumps onto her skin. 'Damn, he's a good kisser.' Rory thought to herself, then releasing they were still in Luke's apartment. Luke, or her mother for that matter, were bound to check in on them eventually.

She tried to weasel out of his grasp, but he clung to her tightly, pulling away only so that his lips weren't smashed against hers.

" What?"

" Dammit, Jess. Don't do that. Not…here."

" Then where? And hurry up with that answer."
" I don't know," She paused, pulling herself away from him, and sending a backwards glance at the door. " Just not here. I'll see you later, alright?" With a soft peck on his lips, she fled out the door, leaving Jess standing there, face drawn in a rather cofused expression.

With a long sigh that mingeled around him for the next two minutes, he brushed his hand through his dark hair, and wrinkeled his nose in slight disgust. He then chuckled lightly, wandering to his bed, and falling against it. He allowed his eyelids to gently close over his brown-colored eyes. This wasn't a dream, was it? He almost expected to open his eyes, and find that Rory still hated his guts. It couldn't be a dream. It was just to…real.

He wanted her. He felt the thundering desire pounding in his chest, never ceasing to make him cringe at the pure sight of her.

He needed her. He felt her, so cloe, her breathing so near. He blinked open his eyes, just to see her hovering above him.

" Rory?"

" Shut up. It's 4 in the morning. You've been lying there for hours."

" And…why are you here?"

" We're alone. It's just you and me now."