A/N- Hi again! I'm not sure what I'd rate this chapter, but higher than my others, so beware. Anyway, I really hope you all enjoy this but I am completely open to and desperately asking for your most honest and sincere feedback, whether good or bad. So please read and review! I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters or concepts but I do own...god, everything I can think of right now sounds dirty. That's what I get for writing this. Whatever, I possess nothing of importance except for very dirty thoughts.
Chapter 78
An hour later, Cesar was running the diner and Jess had Rory pinned up against the same wall.
"You work fast," she moaned as he began to kiss down her neck. He smirked.
"When it's urgent."
"It's urgent?"
"Isn't it?" he grinned, pushing closer up against her and she groaned, catching his mouth in another deep, languid kiss.
"Why are we wasting perfectly good lips on words?"
"That's what we have books for."
Rory laughed as they tumbled onto the spare bed. Her hands never left his, reminding her of the first time they were up alone in this apartment together. The way they were so nervous around each other, the way when he took her hands, she felt electricity she'd only read about and felt hints of in the glances they'd shared before she was really able to act on any of it. Everything about this place was her start with Jess, and it just felt right.
One would think that strange, considering that they were in Luke's apartment. But they were surrounded by books, Rory's books, and in a place that had so much history for them, both long ago and even recent. Rory couldn't help but think of the time that she and Jess hadn't been able to stand sleeping in different rooms for more than a few days, and were just discovering that fact. Coming to this room to share it with him after that trip was a moment she'd never forget, the need for his company finally fulfilled, the total sense of relief and comfort that washed over her the second they were lying in the dark, alone, together again.
But this was now, and she needed to focus on now, and the way Jess's soft but calloused hands were running over her arms, her jeans, her stomach, as he made his way up her body and closer to her skin. She felt like she was overheating as he started to kiss her neck gently again as his hands explored every inch of skin they could comfortably reach.
But who could blame him? Jess had been staring at her porcelain skin for years, the perfection that it was, and touching it, the barest parts of it that no one else could touch, was nearly overwhelming to his senses. As his hands glided over her, he felt the softness of skin like the petal of a flower, so delicate that he was afraid to break it. But every time he met her eyes he saw fire, drunkenness and desperate need that come from the most primal parts of the human mind, human body, human soul. Something so elemental to the human experience that she had seemed to shy away from before, but that now she clearly wanted, needed, was asking for him to give her. And who was he to deny her pleasure?
Curiously, he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her jeans, drawing a heavy sigh of contentment from the girl whose eyes were starting to roll backward. He smiled and moved his hand down her skin tantalizingly, slowly. She glared at him and he smirked, nodding quickly and unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and pulling them off her body. As soon as he did so, he found her pulling his shirt over his head. The layers of clothing fell quickly to the ground, as they kicked, rolled, and threw them off the bed, as did blankets and sheets. Suddenly everything was sense, everything was skin, everything was touch, and Rory and Jess could feel each other's heartbeats racing in tune to the increased intensity of the moment. This was what they'd been anticipating, what they'd been waiting for, what so many little tiny looks and comments between the two of them had alluded to for years, since they were teenagers. And now it was finally happening. Rory pushed herself as close to Jess as she could, trying to connect every inch of her skin to every inch of his. Yes, she'd had sex. Yes, she'd pressed up against other people like this. But it had never felt so electric, so reactive, so overpoweringly sensual. She couldn't think coherently or do anything really other than feel, feel every tiny touch and every nerve ending that those touches would activate. She could feel the way her heart was starting to beat hard in her chest, begging her to give it release, give all of her release. In that moment she knew every part of her past was a past, and that the life she was so spontaneously building, here and now, was home. She felt it in every bone of her body and in every movement she made, every time her body curved against him, with every touch of his lips to hers. She knew this was where she belonged.
Jess carefully looked at her for confirmation. This was really it. The much-anticipated, much-speculated-over first time, the one that they almost had back in high school, a few times, the one he'd lived out in his fantasies hundreds of times, but the one that somehow they'd managed not to get to in real life until now. Jess had no doubt that making this choice would fundamentally change their relationship, their situation, the strange current thing they had going on now. Jess knew that doing this meant a commitment, from both of them, a signal that they were ready and wanted to take on the world together rather than apart. He knew all of this and he wanted every part of it. The physical, the emotional, Jess wanted to be as close to Rory as possible. In this moment he was so enthralled by her, devoted to her, in awe of her that he wanted to share her air, simply because it was touching her. To see her like this, slowly building up to the throes of passion, she was even more breathtaking than he could ever have imagined. He snapped out of his reverie to see her nod urgently, the need in her eyes burning with a bluer flame now than when they'd begun. His own eyes darkened to see the way her body tensed to him, how ready she was, how every part of her was anticipating him, wanting him, needing him. He began to slowly close the one remaining gap between them, every neuron in his brain firing signals of sparks and fireworks and yes. Rory's eyes glazed over when he made contact and as he continued, she moaned deeply, digging her fingernails into her back and catching his mouth with hers in a hot, desperate, needy kiss. They didn't break contact, continuing to move against one another until eventually Rory fell apart, tightening around him and crying out his name over and over again, like a chant, Jess, Jess, Jess. As he watched her come undone, Jess did as well, unable to stop himself from such a primal reaction to the most stunning and natural thing he'd seen in his life. Reluctantly they broke apart, quickly leaning back into one another to bask in the afterglow of their combined bliss.
