A/N- Ha! After about 90 attempts (sorry, I can't resist a terrible joke) I managed to get the internet working long enough for me to post this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. Please read and review (I haven't seen many lately and I'm dying of boredom as it is!). I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters or concepts but I do possess the names and addresses of two absolutely amazing coffee shops near me. If only I could find a Luke's...


Chapter 90

"I really don't think this is what they meant by a room with a view."

"Hmm?" Rory mumbled in confusion, rolling over in the bed and turning to look at Jess. She kissed his cheek lazily. "Go back to bed."

"Rory, seriously. We have one on every flat surface."

"What do we have?" she asked, sighing and rubbing her eyes as she tried to follow Jess' gaze. "Oh."

"There are eight. Eight!"

"Nine. One's in the closet because it's in progress," Rory corrected, taking Jess' hand and pulling him back down and putting his arm around her waist, "And I can't do anything about that. I need them."

"You do not need all of that to get a job," Jess responded, "You're one of the best writers I've ever met. And everyone knows it. And you've worked in the field since you graduated, by the way, from one of the best schools in the country, where you were, what do you know, the editor in chief of the newspaper. You're as good as in."

"You're sweet and delusional in equal parts," Rory answered, "I need the boards."

"You don't need the boards."

"I need the boards. And they need to be there, unless you want me putting them in the office…"

"Leave the boards," Jess groaned, laying back down and putting his arm around Rory, leaning down to kiss her deeply, "You're crazy, you know that?"

"I think I've heard that around somewhere before," Rory answered cheekily before pulling Jess back towards her to make the most of the early wake up.

An hour later, Rory was at the kitchen table finishing the ninth board, titled very ambiguously "P3". Jess continued to lay in bed as he watched her furrow her brow, trying to figure out the best way to format something. The way she bit her lip every time she was about to draw a line, even with a ruler, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. It blew his mind. She was such a perfectionist, and she would not settle for anything less of every possible ounce of effort going into this cause. She was going to do anything in her power or the coerced power of anyone she knew to get what she wanted, what she needed, what she deserved. And Jess had to admit, it was mind-blowingly sexy. She was attacking life with a ferocity that he knew well, but hadn't seen a while. One of her most attractive qualities had always been her drive, her ambition, her confidence when she was on a path. Now that it was the right one, she was absolutely unstoppable. She was driving herself crazy day and night, editing her about twelve versions of a resume to within an inch of their lives, making calls both to contacts she had and cold calls to specific jobs, where she marketed herself with a precision and determination she could have only learned from Lorelai. She was running errands all the time, picking things up and had forsaken her personal reading for purely articles, research in the vein of what she was accomplishing. Her only literary deviation was when at night, Jess would sometimes read to her.

Yes, Jess now read to her sometimes. And on occasion she read to him too. Since they'd returned a few days ago, their routine had adjusted very naturally to fit their new relationship. The extra bed had been ignored and they had moved permanently into Jess'. Yes, it was a tight fit but neither of them seemed to mind. Every night they would read, as before, but when they'd come across something beautiful or something terrible or hilarious they would just read it out loud to the other. It was cheesy and ridiculous and sometimes obnoxious and on occasion incredibly romantic. But they wanted to share the words with one another, the ones that were inspiring them, making them feel things, because they were really feeling things as one now more than separately. Almost everything was shared. In the same vein, there was no question of the living situation anymore. Rory had moved in completely, her things no longer residing in bags but now in drawers and closets, and she'd even brought a fair number of her books back with her to Jess', and they were now on the floor waiting for the weekend when they planned to figure out how to organize the new and massive collection of literature they would share.

At this moment, though, Jess wasn't thinking about any of those things. He wasn't even really thinking about her ambition or her career or her focus. He just watched her, not thinking, only reveling in the newfound feelings of love and home that he'd never felt quite as fully as he was experiencing them right now.