AN: Finals are over! Here you go!
Disclaimer: Just because I don't own them doesn't mean I don't get to play.
The stairs up to the apartment over the diner proved to be a formidable opponent, one they preferred not to face. Jess and Rory stood at the bottom of the staircase, looking up at the door that held the bed. The place that provided seclusion for sleep, among other things.
"We'll have to go up there sometime," Rory whimpered, leaning her whole body against his. "That's where the bed is!"
Jess shook his head and held on to Rory. "Why do apartments have stairs?"
"Why do stairs have to be so…stair-y?"
"Stair-y?" Jess repeated, looking into her eyes. "I may be tired but I know that's not a word."
Their voices were tired and neither one wanted to do any strenuous movement. The last twenty-four hours had finally taken their toll, the initial excitement over the win had vanished. With their heads knocked together the couple continued looking at the evil creation known as stairs.
"You know…" Jess whispered, breaking the silence. "We don't have to go up there." His trademark grin spread across his face and Rory knew immediately he was up to something.
Instead of answering, Rory just raised an eyebrow and challenged his look with her own. When he continued grinning she realized her withering stare had diminished over the years. "Jess, what?" He raised his eyebrow and appeared to be mimicking her stare. Jess looked around the diner and shrugged. "What? No!" Rory yelped, understanding his silence. "It's the diner! We eat here!"
"And I work here," he added. "So what?" Jess took her by the hand and lead Rory over to the counter. "Up," he commanded.
Rory knew she had to knock some sense into him but she complied anyways. It would be easier with the, literal, higher ground. "Jess…" she started, trying to ignore his hands wrapping around to the back of her dress; trying to ignore the perfect amount of pressure he was putting on her aching lower back. "Somebody could see."
"Once again, so what?" he replied, taking one hand off her back and running it down her thigh. "Do we really care what they see?"
She tried to answer, but her voice lost itself as soon as he pushed her dress up towards her waist. A little kiss placed on her inner thigh and her brain almost shut down completely. A promise is a promise, she reasoned, enjoying the feel of his rough finger tips twirling in a circular pattern. "Jess.."
A well placed flick of the tongue quickly silenced her again. Jess stood up off the bar stool and wrapped his hands around her waist again. He pulled her to the edge of the counter and whispered her name into her ear. A moan escaped Rory's lips and he silenced her again with a kiss. This is not going to work, she thought when she realized the height of the counter. He could kneel on the stool and I could leaned against the counter…or I could try to support him with my legs.
"Rory?" Jess said questioningly. She focused her attention on him once again and blushed. She had her dress up around her waist, legs wrapped around the man of her dreams, and she was thinking of the logistics of sex. "I lost you there…"
Rory nodded and kissed him passionately as a form of apology. She reached down to his pants, having a slight déjà vu to the experience a little over 24 hours ago. The passion in that moment was delirious, and Rory knew she could replicate it…and more.
Her surprise must have been visible when she reached down to find his belt already undone because a smirk had erupted on his face before he kissed her again. The shock was momentary and she proceeded to unzip the fly and push down the pants of his uniform. "Sit," she commanded, the control transferred over to her.
Jess conformed without complaint, something that he wouldn't have done when they were in high school. Without unwrapping her legs from his waist, he sat back down at the stool. Her previous loss of attention had uncovered how it was going to work. Jess didn't need to be told once, let alone twice, what to do. His hands were under her ass and propping her up so she could release him to enter her.
Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss as they started to rock back and forth. Her moans were muffled by his mouth. Rory had forgotten about the diner and the town, everything besides Jess wasn't close to being in her consciousness.
"I love you," he whispered and started to lift her up and set her down, relieving her of any work she'd have to do to gain pleasure. Her moans increased and on the occasion that she opened her eyes, she could see him smile.
She prodded his mouth with her tongue and nodded as well as she could while she was attached to him. "Uh huh," she groaned and pulled him as close as she could. "Oh!"
Rory's eyes shot open as she came, completely lost in herself. She stared into his eyes and thanked god for promises…not noticing the figure on the other side of the diner's window, partially illuminated by the rising sun.
Short, I know… Smutty, I know… I figured the smut made up for the length though. Also, drama! Isn't that fantabulous? I seem to think so. From here I plan on returning the characters to normal and adding a bit of drama. I have two ideas of what is going to happen (dark figure) and something I thought of while reading a few of my old chapters.
Finals are officially over and grades were due today at noon. This means that I will hopefully receive them tomorrow and find out what I got in my last class. Currently I am at A, A, A, A- (goddamn – sign), and my unknown (it's gonna be either A or A-). So that last grade decides whether I get a 3.92 or a 3.86. To anyone who has just finished finals, currently taking them, or going to soon be, I feel your pain and it will be over soon.
In other news, Word says that 'fantabulous' is a word. That kicks ass.
AND, I have a new fic! It's TOTAL SMUT. It's AWESOME, even though it is Lorelai and Logan. :D GO READ IT!
