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TWO

Jess had questioned her when she'd picked up that book on sailor's knots from the second hand shop. She was quite sure he understood the motives behind the purchase now.

Rory kicked off her bunny slippers as she wandered around to the front of Jess. She glanced into his eyes, lit bright caramel with surprise and excitement.

He knew the safe word, she knew. They'd tested one another enough times. He didn't use it. Instead, a subtle smirk played upon his kissable lips, which she matched with one of her own.

In the front hall she found some high-heeled, strappy shoes and the small box she'd placed there earlier and brought them to the dining room table, just off to Jess's right side. Having placed the box on the table and the shoes beside another dining room chair, she then undid the belt of her robe, leaving the lapels to frame her body and, occasionally, leaving very little to the imagination. She'd keep the robe on for now, a prop imitating a regal cape. It wouldn't do to reveal everything all at once. A peekaboo could be most effective.

Sitting down in the chair, while feigning indifference to the restrained figure who sat some seven feet away and who kept his head turned and his eyes trained on her, she made a production out of the dressing of her feet.

One by one, her legs were crossed and straps were fastened. Her heart was racing and the straps of her shoes required extra effort from vibrating fingers. She kept her expression superior and entitled but, underneath, adrenaline shattered her calm.

Though she kept her gaze averted, she was very aware of her captive's piercing eyes. By her own accord, she was barely clothed, but it was those eyes that truly made her feel naked. She smiled to herself. The way he sometimes looked at her made her feel like a goddess.

She stood, ankles and knees trembling with nerves. She hadn't expected her task with the rope to be so easy and yet still such an apparent surprise. And now that she had him, she realized she hadn't planned quite this far ahead.

Her cell phone sat on the table and suddenly the sounds of Bananarama's Venus emanated from it, signaling a call from the elder Lorelai. Jess watched her quizzically as she made a decision.

She needed a moment to collect herself anyway. It could be a way to break the ice, perhaps a way to exert dominance. Rory reached for the phone...

And answered it, her voice carefree for her mother's benefit.

"Huh," Jess muttered and then rolled his eyes.

As though outraged at his reaction, Rory strode to Jess's side, with her phone to her ear, and pressed her palm to his mouth tightly. He let his breath out in a long silent wheeze which danced hotly across her knuckles. Jess's eyes drooped at the supposed affront of being suppressed, at the supposed resignation of being defeated. His lips felt plump and pouty against her hand, although he was suitably silenced.

His lips also felt moist and supple pressed against her skin. His lips almost made her forget her phone call entirely.

"No, I'm here."

"Hon, could you put Jess on the phone?"

"You wanna speak to Jess?" Maintaining her hold on him, she leaned a bit to inspect the rope which held him.

"I know, it sounds weird even to my ears, but Luke asked me to call him."

"Oh. Well sorry, but, no, I can't put him on the line right now. He's busy composing a scene. He'll probably be busy all day." As Rory paused while Lorelai spoke, she felt Jess's tongue against her hand. Whether he'd licked her or his own lips, she didn't know. What was clear, however, was that he'd forgotten his place. Hiding her smirk from him, Rory sauntered around behind his chair. She clasped her hand tighter over his mouth and used the leverage of her hip to hold his head in place. "I'll give him the message," Rory said affably. "Yeah. Sure, Mom. That sounds great! I'll talk to you later!" She giggled at her mom's parting words. "Bye!"

She hung up the phone and focussed her attention on Jess once more. As she came around to the front of him, the hand which had held his mouth slid into his unruly curls and tilted his line of sight towards her eyes, piercing and direct. "Arrogant chattel," she muttered. "You know there's no talking unless you're spoken to—and definitely no licking until you earn it!

"Impertinent possession!" she reprimanded further, slowly continuing her circle around him once more. "Wipe that smirk off your face," she added, although slightly hoping he'd do no such thing. Jess was a stallion, unbroken as such. To break him would be a crime against sex and a disservice to herself and her own needs indeed. "If you don't behave, I'll put you in the box... with no dessert."

Rory wrapped her fingers around the nape of his neck, digging them into his soft, cool, thickly springy hair. She bent down nearly ninety degrees at her hips so that she could look straight into his eyes. "You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No, Ma'am," he murmured breathily, returning her gaze with clear, beautiful, hopeful dark eyes that sparked appreciatively at double entendre. She felt his breath caress her neck and smiled.

"Good. I didn't think so. Lift yourself so I can take your impertinence out on your hide." She took great pleasure in the way his eyes widened.