A/N- Okay, really really tiny chapter, but let me explain why. There is an actual purpose here. This chapter is intended to give a general idea of the atmosphere I'd be creating with M rated scenes. Yes, there would be a lot more blunt/direct discussion. And you know, actually people touching each other. But it wouldn't be smutty or PWP-esque or whatever. Probably would focus more on the tension/longing/fulfillment/innuendo-banter aspect of it as kind of alluded to here. So I wanted to include this shorter chapter because I'm hoping to see what you all think. I am definitely interested in and hoping to hear feedback, honest feedback (why I posted this), but I cannot promise that I'll make a decision about whether or not to include M scenes based on what the general thoughts are. But I will take the opinions into consideration and would really appreciate at least having an idea what you think.

Anyway, for those who are disappointed with the length of this chapter, I'm sorry, but keep in mind that size isn't everything ;) Ha, couldn't resist. Anyway, longer stuff starting tomorrow, just thought this was important. Hope you enjoy it! Please keep reading and reviewing (ESPECIALLY this chapter, I'd really appreciate it). Finally, I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters or concepts, but it's given me a happy place to go to that isn't quite as cheesy as an imaginary meadow or lake, for which I am eternally grateful.


Chapter 51

Later that evening, Rory was in the apartment throwing clothing all over the place. Jess entered and viewed the chaos with a sense of amusement.

"Didn't realize Matt and Chris' women of the week were fashion critics," he smirked, gesturing towards the discarded piles of clothing strewn across the apartment, "Or that pizza called for…is that a skirt?"

"I just want to make a good impression," Rory huffed, "But of course I have absolutely nothing. I tried calling Mom but no answer, which is weird enough to begin with, but…"

"Okay, you need to calm down," Jess said, walking over to her and placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "This is Matt. And Chris."

"Exactly."

"Rory, trust me. What you wear will have very little effect on their opinion of you. Unless, of course, you show up dressed like Anna Nicole Smith," Jess looked at her, trying not to laugh, "Look, I know you're a perfectionist. But just…try to let it go, okay?"

Rory looked at him before exhaling deeply. "Fine," she relented, "But if I really don't have to care about this, I'm wearing your grey tee shirt with my jeans."

"I was gonna…" Jess began before seeing the uncompromising look in Rory's eyes. He laughed, unable to stop himself. "Fine," he agreed, "God, what is it with you and my clothes?"

She blushed. "Well, it's not like you're a basketball player. They kind of fit me. And they're comfortable. And…well…yeah."

"Yeah?" Jess teased, "That Yale education is really paying for itself."

"Shut up," Rory retorted, "Plus, it's not like I haven't noticed your reaction."

"Reaction?" Jess raised his eyebrows.

"You like it," Rory continued, her voice low, "Me wearing them. Especially around, during the day."

"Actually, it's even better at night," Jess replied, his voice deep and a little raspy. Rory flushed crimson, but couldn't look away from him. Jess moved closer to her.

"Because at night," he explained, running his hand slowly up and down her side, sliding his fingers against the fabric of his black shirt that she was wearing, "It's just touching skin."

With that, Rory turned away from him, quickly walking toward the dresser. He smirked.

"Isn't there some saying about if you can't take the heat, you should get out of the kitchen?"

"I don't know. Kitchens have always been a problematic area for me," Rory retorted, still refusing to face him as she quickly selected a pair of tight jeans and took Jess' gray shirt out of his drawer, "I need to change."

"If I haven't scared you out of stealing my clothing."

"Quite the opposite," Rory answered quietly, meeting his eye briefly with a look he could only classify as desire, before turning away and walking into the restroom to change.

"Damn it. Guess I'll have to live with it then," Jess called, trying to distract himself from the need that was beginning to course powerfully through his veins.

"Guess so," Rory called. Little did Jess know that she was flushed from her cheeks to her upper chest and was forcing back the exact same physical responses. Resisting the temptation to just walk back into the apartment and kiss him as fiercely as she had at Sookie's wedding, with the follow-through that she had been anticipating in her head since that second in time, she quickly pulled on her clothes and forced herself to stop imagining the many things she would rather spend her night doing.