A/N: Slightly OOC because It's been long in coming.

Recap: Rory never got into the car accident during Teach Me Tonight. She broke up with Dean after she almost kissing Jess. Chris is back and living with the Gilmore's. Rory is still tutoring Jess and he has just shown up at her house. He claims that he's just dying to know what happened between the World Wars. Rory lets him in, knowing he's a filthy liar but not caring because, well, he's Jess and Jess cannot be denied.

Shoot the Breeze: Chapter Six

"Come on Jess, admit it. He looks just like you!" Jess sighed. Her didn't know why they had turned this movie on in the first place. Spiderman had never been on his 'much watch before death' list, or had any other movie that involved a guy who swung around New York City in tights. But she had turned it on because it was a Saturday afternoon and what else was there to watch on a Saturday afternoon? Jess could think of a few things, anything in fact, that didn't involve the comparison of him to some comic book character. "Look at his hair. See how it sticks up in the front?"

"Yeah, I noticed." He stated as he threw a glance sideways and scowled.

Rory smirked and let out a dramatic sigh. "He even walks the same way you do." She loved teasing him; it was something she rarely got to do. In fact, most of the time he was the one teasing her.

Jess glared. "Yeah, the only difference is that I can actually form an original thought."

"Right, and you never flaunt your intelligence in other people's faces." She agreed. "Like that whole spider comment. What a show off! You would never do something like that."

"Right."

She smirked again. "Like stealing someone's book and writing notes all over it. That's just not you."

Jess just stared at her blankly, admitting defeat. For some reason she had it in her head to mock him mercilessly and he knew that no matter how hard he tried there was no way he could deter her.

Rory smiled, her expression giddy. "Aw, you're so cute when you're pouting." As her words sunk in, her eyes widened and she blushed slightly. Jess raised an eyebrow at her, attempting to hold back his notorious smirk. And the tables turn.

"I mean—I don't think that…I was just saying…" She trailed off. His eyes were still glued to her face and it was unnerving, causing her to fidget. "I didn't mean it."

"You're doing wonders for my self-esteem." Jess deadpanned.

"Well…I don't not think…you are…what I said before. It's just that…" She was stalling as she picked her mind for a way to dig herself out of this hole. "I like your hair." She blurted out, eyes focused on memorizing the carpeting. Someone get me a shovel.

It was getting incredibly hard to hold back the array of comments that suddenly sprang to his mind. He went with the safe one. "Huh."

"Leave me alone," she stated, annoyed. "Right now it's about the only thing I like about you."

He tipped his head to the side. "Really? Just the hair?"

"Yes, the rest is all jack ass." She stated, matter-of-factly.

Jess just shook his head and continued to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed and she was pouting. Regardless of her shyness about the subject, he was more than happy to admit that she looked cute when she pouted. It was killing him that he wasn't able to kiss her. He could just look at her as she stared at the ground with those big, innocent doe eyes and attempt to refrain himself. No pressure. Again,what the hell did that mean? He took a deep breath and motivated his eyes to focus on something other than her lips. He was only punishing himself. It just wasn't healthy.

Rory, on the other hand, was starting to feel incredibly warm under his gaze. It was distracting and…unsettling. Finally, she furrowed her eyebrows and lifted her head to meet his eyes. Attempting to sound cool and unbothered she put as much ice into her tone as she could muster. "Why are you staring at me like tha…" The look he was giving her was enough of an answer. "Oh." She stated as she glanced away quickly, her ears turning red. That look. It made her want to grab him by the collar and smash her mouth to his. The only problem was that she had never done that before. In fact, she had never actually initiated a kiss with anyone in her entire life. Besides, he probably doesn't even like me in that way. She thought, ignoring the fact that he had asked her out not twenty-four hours ago. I just need to focus on something else, change the subject. It was a simple course of action but she couldn't bring herself to do it. The tension was something she had never experienced before. The sensation left her on edge and, God help her, she liked it.

"Jess…I…" She started while looking up at him. What was she saying again? She didn't really know. Words failed her as she unconsciously inched closer to him. Jess just sat back and waited to see what she would do. "I want…" She gave up on trying to vocalize her feelings and just pitched forward, placing her hand on his jaw and kissing him.

Jess sure as hell wasn't about to let this opportunity pass as he kissed her back, placing his hand on the back of her neck. She sighed into his mouth. It felt good, really good. In fact, kissing Jess was right up there with reading Russian novels and eating junk food.

She wasn't exactly sure of what she was doing, so she just did the first thing that came to mind. She brought her hands to his hair and ran them through it. Jess kissed her harder, asking for entrance to her mouth and she whimpered. Dean had never done that, ever.

Jess reveled in the small sounds she continued to make, his hands rubbing small circles on the side of her hip, his tongue dueling with hers. When they finally broke apart for air, Rory looked at him, her eyes again turning into saucers. "I…I didn't mean to do that…I just…" She trailed off, fighting the urge to run to her room and slam the door. Instead she did her best to change the avert her attention to something else. "I…didn't you want to study?"

Jess smirked. "Study?" He asked as he moved to the side of her face, gently sucking on the skin he found there. "I'm not really that bored anymore."

"But we can't…you said that you wanted…" She paused, gasping at the sensation and closing her eyes. "Remember the World Wars?"

"Vaguely."

"Well, there was….great bitterness in Germany after the Treaty-" She whimpered as she felt his breath near her ear. "After the um…Treaty of Versailles." He found this entire conversation funny. He had never kissed a girl and had her spout out historical information.

"Europe was a powder ke-g." The last word came out in a gasp as he began to tug on her earlobe with his teeth. He smirked again as his lips traveled towards her neck. "Hitler…he created—he created the--" She stopped talking as he nibbled the soft flesh on her neck and let out a half moan. "Jess…"

"He created the…?" He trailed off as he continued his ministrations. He was really beginning to enjoy this new found studying technique. Maybe he wouldn't do so bad on his next History test after all…

After another fifteen minutes of scrubbing his orange-juice soaked pants, Chris gave up and headed back to the Gilmore house. The first thing he was going to do was change and then he was going to take Rory somewhere, maybe buy her something; it didn't matter. He just wanted to spend some time with his only daughter.

He entered the house while distractedlythinking of a way to make the stain less obvious. Hearing Rory's voice in the living room, he smiled. What he walked in on, however, was a father's worst nightmare. There she was, sitting on the living room couch and necking with some boy he had never met, but wanted to throw into incoming traffic. "What the hell is going on here?" He all but yelled, causing Rory to shove Jess off of her and to stare wide-eyed at her father.

"We were studying." She stammered, knowing the excuse was not going to fly.

"Studying what?"

Jess looked at Rory's distraught face and at the man in front of him, deciding on a rescue attempt. "History." He stated, his voice indifferent.

"History-You were studying history?" He repeated, letting the words bounce around in his head before continuing. "Rory, go in the kitchen. I need to talk to your friend. Alone."

"Dad…" She warned.

"Go!" He repeated, while motioning towards the kitchen. His eyes were on Jess and Rory glared at him before exiting. When she was gone, Chris spoke angrily. "Who the hell are you?"

"Do you really care?" He asked, while continuing their little staring contest. Chris contemplated this and realized that this must be the infamous Jess. Yeah, he and Lorelai were in complete agreement on the kid.

"You little-You were taking advantage of my daughter! You were…you were…" He tripped over the words as he motioned towards the couch. After pausing for a second he gained his fatherly initiative. Lorelai would thank him for this. "I don't want you hanging around Rory anymore."

"You think you can stop me from seeing her?" Jess asked, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

"No, I think I can stop you from seeing tomorrow."

"Forgive me if I don't feel threatened."

"I'd shut up if I were you."

"Yeah? Well I'm not you."

Chris took a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves. Murdering a teenage boy was probably something Lorelai would frown upon. "Get out."

"Yes sir." Jess replied, letting sarcasm drip into his statement before grabbing his jacket and exiting.

Chris took a deep breath. Mission accomplished. He thought happily as he fell back on to the couch. Rory was much too young to be making out with boys, similar to his teenage self, on the couch in an empty house. He was too busy soaking in the glory of having saved his daughter's life that he had forgotten that she was still there.

"Dad," Yeah, she was didn't look too happy. "You're an idiot." She stated, her glare homicidal, before walking to her room and shutting the door loudly. He had no right. He didn't even know Jess!

Chris just sat there, replaying her words in his head before coming to every parent's favorite conclusion. "Ah, she'll thank me when she's older."

To Be Continued...