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Rating: maybe M? Tell me if it's right.
Rory's POV:
"Rory, he's here." Lane was yelling through the apartment and I was sure that all of our neighbours knew that he was here as well. I was brushing my hair, what seemed to be for the millionth time, but I just couldn't get it to behave. It was a mess. Curls from my attempt to curl my hair up earlier were roaming my face and they were sticking up in a weird way. I glanced at the mirror with a frown on my face, it didn't exactly scream beautiful.
"Lane, could you please let him in, distract him, do whatever, just don't let him standing there in front of the door, listening to my break down." I sighed, pulled out a bobby pin and brushed my bangs out of my face, fixing it at the side of my head. I heard greetings being exchanged and Lane offering Jess something to drink.
"Lane, could you come in here for a second? Hey, Jess. I'll be out in a minute." I added apologetically. I wasn't ready to face him yet. Lane came bouncing into my room, shutting the door carefully behind her.
"What's up, Ror?" she asked when she noticed my face.
"What is he wearing?" I breathed out, knowing that Lane would understand my misery.
"Huh, well, black jeans, light brown buttoned down shirt, converse tennis shoes." I looked down at me. I was wearing a black skirt that ended just above my knees and a matching blouse. My eyes shot open as I exclaimed.
"I am overdressed." With that I pulled all of my clothes out of the closet, searching for my favourite pair of jeans. When I finally found it in the back of my closet, I put it on, realizing that it fit beautifully with my black blouse. I left the first four buttons undone and finally was ready to face the world. I took a deep breath and asked Lane silently what she was thinking. She gave me a thumb up and pushed me into the common room, where Jess was still sitting patiently on the couch, sipping his soda.
"I'm ready, sorry about that." I gesticulated between me and my room. He nodded, got up and came over to me. For a slight second I was expecting him, hoping actually, to lean over and kiss me. His lips never made contact with my skin.
"Thanks for the soda, Lane." He stated calmly and then directed his attention to me.
"You look nice." I blushed and shook my head.
"Thanks I guess, you look nice, too." I wrecked my brain to come up with something to say, but my brain wouldn't just work properly with him around. Made me wonder why actually.
"So? Shall we?" he asked and pointed with his head to the door. I nodded and grabbed my coat. As I made my way over to the door, Jess let out a small chuckle. I swirled around.
"What?" Jess pointed to my feet.
"Shoes!" I groaned and grabbed the nearest shoes. Sneakers, a classic.
"Now, I'm ready, I'm not running around topless, am I?" If I could, I would have bitten my own head off.
"No, don't answer that." Jess smirked at me.
"And here I had the not yet ready." I blushed and decided to ignore his comment.
Jess took me to an old, ancient movie theatre, not far from my apartment. He surely had planned this evening, although it had been me to ask him out.
They showed a rerun of "Amélie" and although I already had seen the movie before, I enjoyed myself immensely. In the back of my head I kept reminding myself that it had to do with my company and in retrospect I had been glad that I already knew the plot, since I couldn't help but steal glances at Jess ever so often. A few times I had been caught, but he made up for it when I caught him staring at me in return. Somewhere during the movie, I let my head fall on his shoulder, snuggled in to him even a bit and he wrapped an arm around me, squeezing my hand tightly. It may sound cheesy, but I felt comfortable, finally I had the feeling that this was right, that this was supposed to be. I wouldn't move when my arm fell asleep, I wouldn't move when I needed to use the bathroom, I wouldn't move when the end credits were rolling and I definitely didn't move when he leaned over and kissed me. Almost shyly, he pressed his lips to mine, sucking carefully on my lower lip as if he was afraid I would break. He steadily increased the pressure and I finally gave in and let his tongue slip into my mouth. Now I was at the point where I couldn't control myself anymore, I didn't want to hold back anymore, so I didn't. My hands slipped into his jacket, that he hadn't taken off and I pulled him closer to me as the rhythm of our battling tongues grew more passionate. He cradled my face in his hands, running a finger up and down my cheekbone. He pulled away slightly and an upset groan escaped my mouth which quickly was replaced by a silent moan as he started to kiss my ear. This gave me some time to catch my breath as I prepared myself for round two. Apparently the people around us were getting up to leave the movie theatre as they started to walk past us.
Some of them mumbled something along the line as "get a room" and I finally pulled back, resting my forehead against his. His eyes were still closed as he licked his lips, pulling me closer again. My eyes shot open as someone stepped on my toe. I squealed and made Jess open his eyes along the way. He pulled me up, never letting go of me. And with his arm still wrapped around me we left the movie theatre in silence. I snuggled deeper into his embrace as the cold wind hit me. I shivered involuntarily.
"You cold?" Jess's voice was kind of sleepy, deep, passionate. I shook my head and took his hand in my, intertwining our fingers.
"This is nice." I sighed and I didn't know in this very moment if I had said it out loud. Jess smiled at me, a genuine smile and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead, silently confirming my statement. We walked like this for about half an hour, silently, just enjoying being close to the each other.
"You wanna grab a bite to eat?" Jess interrupted my thoughts and the silence around us. I shook my head.
"Not really." And as if I wanted to confirm my suggestion I squeezed his hand tightly and slipped my other hand into his back pocket. Apparently he had understood what I had implied because suddenly I was in Jess's apartment.
If someone would ask me later where he lived, I wouldn't be able to give a satisfying answer.
My back was pressed against the wall, my legs slightly parted so Jess could settle between them as we kissed passionately. My hands roamed his body under his shirt, his jacket long forgotten on the floor. I trailed down his abs, resting my hand over his belt buckle. As he started to kiss my neck I couldn't cover the moan that escaped my throat. Jess chuckled.
"You vibrate." I pulled back and looked at him dumbfounded.
"What?" my voice didn't sound like my own. It was deeper, more mature, and full of want.
"Your throat. When you moan, it vibrates." I chuckled as well as I claimed his lips again, already missing his touch. Jess lifted me up and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, involuntarily straddling him. I could feel him as he was getting more and more aroused. It made me feel powerful that I was doing this to him.
"You want me, huh?" I suggestively asked as I ran a hand up and down his back.
"You have no idea." He kissed my ear, travelled down my neck and settled down on my collar bones. He sucked on them and I was sure I would have a reminder of this night. Jess bit me lightly as I increased the pressure on his back.
"Tell" teeth on my skin.
"When" his tongue came dangerously near my breast.
"To stop." He choked out and pulled back to look me in the eye. I gasped as I met his gaze. His eyes were dark, almost black, wild, and passionate. I played with his belt buckle and now it was his time to gasp.
"Don't stop. Please, I want you." I breathed, my voice shivering with desire. As if to underline my statement I got rid of his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
"Bed!" I exclaimed as he unclasped my bra. I was still wearing my blouse but I felt the bra straps sliding down my arms. Never letting go off each other, he led me to his bedroom and pushed me softly on his bed. He landed on top of me, but he caught the fall with his arms, so he wouldn't crush me. I pulled off his pants with my feet. He quickly let go off me and took off his shoes, socks and finally his pants. His boxers were dangerously tight on him and I couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of me.
He carefully regained his earlier position and started to unbutton my shirt. Delicately, slowly, one by one. When he was finally done, he took my already erected nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. I leaned back and lifted up my hips. He met me halfway and our hips crushed together, making me nearly go blind. I rolled him over so I was on top of him and sat down on his lap, straddling him, enjoying the feeling of him between my thighs. I pushed him down, holding his hands tightly over his head. He groaned in frustration but let me have my way with him. I started to unbutton his shirt, just as slowly as he had earlier. I leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Payback's a bitch!" and I snuck my tongue out and licked his earlobe. I finally began exploring his upper half, trailing kisses down his torso, marking his body as mine. I played with the few hairs around his nipple and I could feel him getting harder.
"God, Rory, you're killing me here." I chuckled.
"That's my plan!" then with a quick swift of my hands I pulled his boxers down, exposing him to my eye. Before I knew what had happened, he was on top of me again, slipping his hand into my pants. He unzipped my jeans and slipped a hand between my thighs.
"Fair play." He whispered as he began to stroke all the sensitive spots. Sparkles, thunders, explosions, there were no words that would even start to describe what I felt during this moment. Quickly he freed me from my remaining clothes, now leaving me exposed to his gaze. He leaned over and took something out of his nightstand, then hovered over me, kissing me hard. I liked the fact that he knew intuitively when to be rough and when he should move gently.
When I had thought that earlier was the climax I definitely didn't know how to define the feeling I experienced when he finally entered me. My mind went black as we moved in sync, never breaking eye contact. I bit his shoulder lightly and could feel the salty taste on my tongue. We were as close as it could get and in this very moment, I thought, that maybe this was it, the ultimate feeling, the epitome of all emotions combined. We cried out at the same time, exhausted, but satisfied. He sunk down on my, his breathing matching mine. Short ways of desire shot through me as an aftertaste of what I had been feeling earlier, making my body shiver.
He rolled over and threw the used condom into the waste basket next to his bed, and when he snuggled next to me, wrapping his arms around me from behind protectively, I sighed and gave into his tough. I kissed his hands, and he kissed my shoulder in return, tightening his hold on me. No words necessary, just the darkness was the witness of earlier events. This is it; I thought and drifted off to sleep, squeezing his hand one last time.
I woke up with a start in the middle of the night. I blinked. Once, twice, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dark room. At first I didn't know where I was, but then the night's events were coming back to me with all force. I kept lying still on the bed, afraid to move. Why was it that he made me feel the things I had been feeling last night? I felt safe, protected and at the same time challenged. This was the moment when I realized that I was falling for him. Hard. I have never experienced something like this before and it scared the shit out of me. I was falling for him beyond sexual lust and passion and if I really was falling for him, that meant that he was now in the position to hurt me. I couldn't let that happen. I carefully crawled out of bed and gathered my things silently. When I was in the living room I put on my clothes, listening to the sounds that were coming out of the bedroom. I ripped a paper from his legal pad and furiously scribbled down some words. I tried to suppress the tears that were now falling freely from my eyes. I grabbed my shoes and left the note on his coffee table. I can't.
I shut the door quietly behind me and hurried down the stairs I didn't realize I had climbed up earlier.
When I got home, I went straight to bed, crying silently. I ignored Lane's questions in the morning and I definitely ignored the steady sound of the ringing phone!
Yes, I know she is out of character, shoot me! I hope you liked it, please review. Thanks for reading! is it too rushed?