It was late. He was tired and in a horrible mood.
He's just walked 12 blocks back to his hotel, not wanting to sit in a cab. The cool air felt nice against his skin and he needed to feel like he was doing something, not just sitting in one place.
He didn't realize how cold it really was outside, and he shivered a bit as he stepped into the hotel lobby.
He hated it. Hated living in hotels. He couldn't remember the last time he stayed in one place long enough to actually own a place. He missed it. He hated living out of a suitcase, but he was reluctant to stay at the family residencies, which they owned in pretty much all the important towns. So he stayed in hotels, where the rooms looked the same and were preserved only as a blur in his memories.
He stepped into the elevator to ride to his floor and suddenly he was reminded of his dream. The thing that has started it all. Or was that really it? He couldn't make it out anymore. Was it her eyes the first time he saw her? Was it the first time they talked? He couldn't grasp it. As he could grasp nothing else about her. Why he was so drawn to her, why he was so affected. And why he felt like shit right now. He stepped out of the elevator and walked towards his room, digging in his pockets to find the key.
He stopped dead in his track as he saw her sitting there at his doorsteps in her black dress.
She noticed him and got up.
"Hey" she said lightly.
He couldn't answer, he just stared.
She took it as a sign and took a deep breath.
"Okay, so I am crazy. I am a nutcase and I make ugly scenes and you are probably sorry you ever got involved in the first place, and I am sorry, sorry about everything, and I am not going to make excuses or explain myself or try to change your mind, I understand you perfectly. I just wanted you to know that I am not blaming you. Not blaming you for anything, I was just shocked. That I could feel this way. And uncertain because it seemed to happen so fast, and I made a list, and I..."
"You made a list?" his sudden reaction stopped her in her rambling. He was looking at her intently, and she couldn't read his reaction.
"Yeah, I do that, I make lists, pro-con, you know" she trailed off, looking at the floor in embarrassment.
"Okay. Tell me." his voice was calm, free of all emotions.
She looked at him uncertain not knowing what to do.
"Tell you?"
"The pros and cons"
"Well" she started "you are my boss. And I don't know you too well. The whole situation with the paper is awkward" she stopped for a second, then continued "And this is all very sudden. And you seem like someone who seduces someone else every other week" she blurted that last one out "At least that's what I heard from the powder-squad in the bathroom at the function tonight".
He sighed at this, realizing what was really behind her outburst tonight.
"And you use too much hairstyling products." she added, trying to lighten the mood.
He stood there staring at the floor, processing everything she said.
"I take it, those are the cons"
She took a breath of relief, she was almost expecting him to walk away, and his words seemed to give her some hope.
"So what are the pros?" he asked looking up.
"Well" she took a deep breath trying to calm herself but she was already blushing violently "uhm, you always seem to know the right thing to say" she started, looking at the floor in embarrassment "You are very convincing, and you make me forget the things that bother me. And you point out things that I tried to forget were bothering me. Although that might actually be a con" she trailed off again. She looked up trying to read his reaction, but she couldn't say for sure. Se continued dropping her gaze again.
"You turn me on incredibly" she was blushing again "And you are incredible... in... you know... God, this is stupid" she sighed, covering her face.
"I sort of liked it" he said as he stepped up to her. She looked up, hearing him approach her.
"I'm sorry..." she started whispering, but he stopped her.
"Shut up" he said determined as he leaned in to kiss her, his passion definite once again.
He didn't care it was all difficult, he didn't care that it was worse than a roller coaster ride. All he cared about was taking that ache away, that vacancy that he felt inside of him since the minute she pulled away in that cab. He never felt like this before, never felt so attached, so powerless and so invigorated all at once. He kissed her with all his heart and savoured her taste, the touch of her lips, the feeling of her against his body.
It felt as though it had been ages since they kissed. Their bodies were longing for each other, wanting to feel the other. He lead her into his room, back to the bedroom and pulled her onto the bed.
He took his shirt off and climbed on top of her, caressing her face and kissing her not being able to break away for a second. Her scent drove him crazy, made him want to taste her and feel her skin against his.
He unzipped her dress and pulled it off of her staring at her beautiful white skin. He planted kisses on her body starting from her neck and making his way lower. At the same time he freed her of her bra and pulled off her panties.
She seemed different, so much calmer. Their times together so far have been wild and passionate, with an uncontrollable desire. But now, she let him explore her, caress her, get lost in her. It was without any rush.
He looked down at her, laying there naked and beautiful and he was shocked at his own feelings. He has never felt anything like this before. Not just desiring someone physically, but needing her, wanting her. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.
"You are so gorgeous" he whispered in her ear, barely audible, not being able to express himself.
He could swear he was trembling as he undid his pants and came back to lie on her naked.
He looked at her face, her eyes warm and inviting. He watched her as he entered her slowly, saw her close her eyes as she felt him fill her up. She let out a little sigh and he could see that she had goosebumps forming on her arms. That sight drove him crazy, knowing he made her feel that way.
He started moving in and out of her, slowly, wanting to savour every moment, watching her every reaction.
She felt incredible, warm and tight and wet.
"God, you feel incredible" he sighed, not being able to contain himself. She moaned in response and he stared in amazement at her face. With her eyes closed, he could see her enjoyment.
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, giving him more access, and raised her hips to meet his strong thrusts. The friction made him go wild. He was gasping as he thrust into her. It took all his strength to control himself and his movements. He was cursing softly under his breath, his body tensing.
She felt his agony and encouraged him wrapping her arms around him, pulling him closer, and raising her hips even more, so he could go as deep as possible. He groaned at the sensation.
"Come on" she whispered in his ears encouraging him to speed up and it was all he could do. His thrusts became stronger, faster and she was moaning loud now, making him loose all control.
He felt her nails digging into his back and heard her panting faster, then felt her contracting around him as she gasped and clutched his neck. He felt her whole body tremble and she moaned loud as she came. He stared at her face wide eyed and thrust into her hard, coming as well, groaning her name.
He collapsed on top of her holding onto her tight. He opened his eyes once more to study her face. She laid there with a smile, still taken over. He kissed her on the lips, making her smile grow wider and buried his face in her hair.
Making love to her like this was so different. It's like they finally gave up fighting, gave up competing or trying to prove a point.
And it was new in another way too. New for him at least. It felt intimate, it felt easy. It was all very new to him, but he liked it. He suddenly realized that he felt at ease, lying there with her. It was a calmness, a sort of peace he hasn't felt... well, he couldn't even remember ever feeling like this. It just felt right.
He opened his eyes and stared at her face, still flushed, eyes closed.
"I like you, Rory Gilmore" he said slowly, his voice still hoarse.
She opened her eyes and gave a chuckle turning to face him.
"You LIKE me?" she repeated amused "Really? Well who would have thought?"
He smiled closing his eyes, his body still exhausted.
"Yeah" he said with a happy grin on his face.
"So wait, does that give my name emphasis in your little black book?" she asked sarcastically.
He groaned repositioning himself on his stomach and burying his face in a pillow.
"I thought we were over this" his annoyed voice came muffled from the pillow.
She gave another silent chuckle seeing his frustration but decided she hasn't had her fun yet.
"This means at least two more dates, right? That would put me in the lead, I believe the record holder has a week under her belt, I'm not sure, the restroom had horrible acoustics, I couldn't quite make it out"
He sighed listening to her rambling and turned to face her again.
"For God's sake, it was a stupid society function, woman. People don't have anything better to do than gossip about everyone else. You don't have to believe everything they say"
"Oh, so you are saying you are actually all innocent and you haven't dated, and I quote 'an armada of women just in the past year'?" she replied, her face in a victorious smile.
"No that's not what I said, I said you don't have to believe everything they say" he said, his voice suddenly more serious, his eyes fixed on hers.
She looked at him sensing his intention to convince her.
She sighed. And suddenly realized it didn't matter. It didn't matter what he was like with others. Or how many others there were. All that mattered was that he made her feel incredible, right here, right now. And really, anything he has experienced with anyone before this, lead him here, to be the man he is now, which is what she was mesmerized by. So really, what did it matter?
"I don't" she said simply.
He smiled.
"Good" he said pulling her closer "now, that will get you another three dates" he said as he smirked.
"Actual dates or you having your way on top of your desk?" she quipped.
"You didn't seem to mind today"
"No, but it does make working less efficient. Plus, it is surely against company policy" she teased.
"Yeah, I'm afraid it is" he groaned again in content "We'll have to modify company policy"
"Really?" her eyebrow shot up seductively.
"Yeah" he murmured "We'll have to add an 'erection clause'."
"An erection clause?" she repeated, her voice full of amusement.
"Yeah, it should be stated that all policies can be overruled if I have an erection" he said with a straight face.
"That seems to happen a lot" she pointed out.
"Are you kidding me, it seems like I am in a constant state of arousal since I met you" he said pulling her close again kissing her neck.
She laughed out loud.
"Yeah, I've noticed. How is that even possible?" she asked.
"Haven't a clue" he said shrugging his shoulders and continuing kissing her.
She laughed again.
"You know what I love most about sex?" she suddenly asked.
He stopped what he was doing, surprised at the question and looked down on her smirking.
"Geeez, let me try and guess" he said amused.
She slapped him playfully and tried to fake reproach. He couldn't hide his amusement, but he was certainly curious.
"Tell me, Ace what do you love most about sex?" he said succumbing as he rolled on top of her and started smoothing away the strands of hair from her face.
"This" she said.
He looked at her in question, trying to figure out what she meant.
She cleared her throat a bit and went on:
"This.. this thing after it's over... the talking... how everyone lets their guards down. The way it's honest, everyone is honest and not putting up a front"
He stared at her face comprehending her words and agreeing in silence. Then a smile grew upon his face.
"I don't know Ace, maybe you just got really lucky with the men you slept with" he smirked.
"Yeah, maybe I did" she gave up, agreeing.