Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you might recognize. Jess is mine, Sam is mine, Will is mine and Tim is mine along with all his friends.
A/N: I know. I know! It's been a really long time. Here's the thing: I need input from you guys. Tell me what you'd like to see happen. Am I missing a vital teen experience for Jess to have? I hate going this long between posts but I'd rather have good stuff than fast stuff.
Jess stood at the front window, anxiously stepping from foot to foot. Lorelai had taken Will to visit Rory and Little Emily, and Luke was at the diner. She had pleaded a headache and sped home when Tim had slipped her a note from the corner table.
And here he was now, surreptitiously striding across their little lawn. Before he could even ring the bell, she'd flung the door open and pulled him inside.
They stood for a moment, staring at each other and breathing hard. She'd been so nervous that he would change his mind and not come at all, or get caught by one of the neighbors. But he was here – really here!
"I don't think anyone saw you," she managed to say. God, how obvious! Was that really her opening line?
"Nope. I have to be home in an hour. My mom's making dinner."
"Okay." Jess folded her hands together in a tight clench, hating how wet they were. What should she say next?
"Wanna watch some TV?"
A wave of relief rushed over Jess as she let out a whoosh of air. "Yes! TV, that's perfect. Great idea."
When they were seated on the couch in the den, TV tuned to MTV, Tim wasted little time. Pulling Jess close, he pressed against her and began kissing her. Jess stifled a nervous giggle – a boy was kissing her! – and tried to kiss him back as expertly as possible. His lips moved over hers and she tasted the coke she'd served him at the diner just thirty minutes ago. He smelled so good – like woods and fire. Probably it was the latest body spray from Bath and Body Works. Tim always had the latest everything.
In a haze, she felt Tim's fingers on her neck, stroking the soft skin, and she was glad she'd worn her usual leotard and jeans. The wide open neckline gave him ample skin to touch and each glide of his fingertips sent electric shocks through her. She was so keyed up that she barely noticed when he began tugging the leotard down a little.
Tim's lips left hers for a moment and found their way to her throat. Her eyes flicked open for a moment and then drifted shut again as she enjoyed the attention. Tim's fingers continue to work the neckline of her leotard and in a flash Jess could feel him inching it down over her shoulder along with her bra strap.
With an involuntary shiver, she opened her eyes and pulled back slightly. "What are you doing?" Her voice sounded breathless and she realized she was panting.
"You're so gorgeous. I just want to see more of you."
Jess's skin warmed at his compliment and she leaned up to find his mouth again. He thought she was gorgeous! Slowly she could feel him pulling the other side of her leotard and bra strap down. It would be okay, she felt sure. He couldn't think she'd go too far and really, he must love her if he wanted to be doing this with her.
Her body have an involuntary jolt when he suddenly, and not very smoothly, she thought, grabbed her breast. Startled, Jess pulled away again and stared at him. Tim stared back at her, his hand still…there.
Before she could speak a door slammed in the distance.
"Oh, no," she said. "Someone's home!"
Pushing back from her, Tim sailed across the couch and pulled a throw over his lap. Jess readjusted her leotard and patted down her hair, hoping it looked okay.
"Jess!" she could hear Uncle Luke's voice from the kitchen.
"In here!" Jess called, her voice catching a little and jumpy.
Suddenly Uncle Luke's big frame appeared in the door and Jess squeaked, "Hey!"
Luke surveyed the scene, taking in Jess sitting ramrod straight on one end of the couch and Tim, all the way over on the other side of the couch with a blanket over his lap. They were both panting slightly and looking rather guilty.
"What's going on?" Luke asked, his voice steely.
"Nothing. Watching TV. MTV," Jess blathered. "Nothing else on. Or going on."
"Yeah," Tim put in.
There was silence for a moment as Luke stared at Tim. "Go home."
"But I – "
"NOW!" Luke bellowed and Jess jumped. She had never seen Uncle Luke like this before. Never.
Jess watched as Tim stood and scurried out, ducking as he passed Uncle Luke and headed for the kitchen door.
"What the hell is going on, Jess?" he asked after the door behind Tim had slammed closed.
"Nothing," she repeated a note of defensiveness edging into her voice.
"Don't lie to me!" Luke said sharply. Jess could see that he was trying to control his temper. He took a few deep breaths and said, "I'm not stupid. I was your age once. I know what you were doing."
Jess blushed. Gross! Uncle Luke let out one last deep breath and came to sit on the coffee table before her.
"Can we talk about this?"
Was he kidding? Jess stared at her lap, silent.
"Jess, sex is not something that you should rush into."
"We weren't having sex!" she said, insulted.
"You weren't far from it!" Luke shot back. Then he did some more deep breathing. "All I'm saying, is that you should take it slow."
Jess continued to stare into her lap. What did he know? He'd taken it slow with Lorelai and it had ended up taking ten years to get her to marry him! Not that she wanted to get married, but still.
"Are you even listening to me?" Jess's head jerked to attention and she saw that Luke was staring at her, looking expectant.
"Yes," she lied.
"Good. Because you don't seem to understand how serious this is."
Jess rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. "You are being so dramatic! Why can't you just leave me alone? I know what I'm doing!" Even as she said it she knew that this was a lie. She had no idea what she was doing. But it was humiliating to have Uncle Luke show up and get all high and mighty about 'what was good for her'.
"You know what you're doing? You know what you're doing?" he sputtered back at her. And she realized: he had no idea what he was doing. He had lost control of the situation and he had no idea how to get it back.
"That's right!"
"Go to your room!" He was bellowing again.
"Fine!" she screamed back before standing up and storming out of the room.
Luke sat still for a moment and then let his head fall into his hands. What the hell did he do now?