Jess finally pulled away, staring searchingly into her eyes once more. There were tears there, but something about her also begged him to continue.

He was about to when he realized with some awkwardness that if they had sex now it would be there first time. And that they hadn't really talked in years. These sobering thoughts made him stop and consider the situation. So, instead of following every urge in his body he reached down and grabbed her bag, heading up the stairs. He didn't even consider that she might not want the same thing he did. He knew that as scared as she was, she was here, had come here to see him, and her eyes begged for affection. There was no thought of taking advantage of her. She was an adult and she was here. And they had always had a special bond.

He heard her following him silently up the stairs.

Once upstairs she looked around for signs of life.

"I'm home alone." he assured her. "Do you know what you are doing? I mean really know?"

He asked, wanting to make absolutely sure.

She sat silent for a minute, her face almost blank but he could see the pain behind her eyes.

Then she nodded, a nod that to her ended a marriage or at least began an affair. That was enough assurance for Jess and he grabbed her arm, pushing her against the back of the couch with the violence of his kiss. This time she reacted as well, but slowly, clumsily. It was as if she was relearning to ride a bike. Of course thats someone one doesn't forget, but it does get practice to get back to the former level of skill.

Her hands grabbed his face, his arms, drawing him down on her with a desperation she had never felt before.

Jess couldn't believe that this was Rory he was kissing, Rory he was on top of on an old couch in his messy apartment. Rory smelling of Chanel and cigarettes and lust. He can smell the lust on her, even over all the other scents she has tried to cover herself with. He reacted automatically. There was never that much need to talk between them, he instinctively knew what to do, how to hold her, to touch her. Rory tugged somewhat frantically on his shirt and Jess slipped it off in one fluid motion, at the same time handling her shirt, trying to get it off as well while kissing her, her face, her neck, her lips. His hands tore at the fabric, unable to stop or slow down know. Their chemistry was the same it ever was, but now unleashed and unrestrained. Neither of them were holding back now, thinking of logic or reasons or any other excuses that had always kept them from having sex. They weren't high school kids anymore, and this wasn't puppy love. It wasn't even love right now, just pure desire and that took over their bodies, giving their hands a life of their own. They were drawn to each other, unable to stop or slow down.

Rory looked momentarily concerned. Her shirt was torn. But then desire took over all other concerns and she quickly shed the remnants. Jess kissed her breasts, what showed above her bra, then pushing the bra aside took her nipples in his mouth, covering them with passionate kisses and small bites. Rory could feel him pressing against her leg, hard and demanding and so very much alive that it frightened her. His urgency increased but it had been so long that Rory felt with some frustration that she wasn't wet. She rolled over him and pushed him down onto the couch, laying on top of him, pressing against him. He reached around, unclasping her bra and her breasts fell free of it, brushing against his chest. She touched his chest, feeling over it, rejoicing in how solid it was. This wasn't a dream, a daydream, a fantasy. This was a real person, touching her, holding her, wanting her. And she was touching this real person back, reaching for his pants, undoing the button that held them into place. Jess helped her to slide them down, leaving him naked and exposed. It briefly occurred to Rory that she had never seen him naked before, but then she gave herself to the experience again, putting other thoughts out of her mind. She kissed his chest, his stomach, felt his hands over her back, her arms, her breasts. She moved lower, taking him into her mouth with desire. Jess's breath changed a little, drew in sharply as her warm, moist mouth enclosed him. She moved her tongue around him, enjoying the taste, the thought of what she was doing. How long had it been since she had done this? 5 years? 6? Jess's hand caressed her hair, the back of her head as she moved her mouth slowly on him. His breath was more uneven now, his hand tightened on her hair, his toes curled involuntarily. Rory moved slightly faster, using her hand as well to create an even rhythm. Suddenly Jess stopped her, almost pushing her away. "We have to slow down." he said in a hoarse whisper. "I can't hold on much longer."

She turned back to him with a small smile, an almost triumphant smile. Maybe Rory Gilmore (Leigh Huntzberger) wasn't so unattractive after all. Maybe she wasn't repellent and useless, dried up and old. Maybe she still had that something about her that had always attracted guys to her, that had interested Logan. In this moment Rory felt powerful. She felt like she owned him. And that feeling was what she needed for the gates that had been closed for so long to open again. Rory felt her desire surge the way she hadn't felt in years. She felt the spot between her thighs growing moist, a tingle growing, traveling up to her belly, tightening the muscles in her stomach and side. Jess grabbed for his pants on the floor, pulled out a condom and tried to put it on but his hands were shaking. Rory knew that this was different than the sex he had with other girls, that this was something more.

Rory straddled him on the couch, kissing his chest as he tried to fit on the condom. "No chance you're on birth control?" he asked.

Rory laughed a little. "Sorry no. Think banana."

"Oh that helps." Jess said sarcastically but finally got it on without too much more effort.

Rory lay on top of him, resting her weight on him as they groped each other, mouths fighting each other.

Finally she positioned herself carefully and he slid in in one quick motion. Rory caught her breath, a mixture of pleasure and pain filling her. It felt almost like her first time again, although that had happened so many years ago. She vaguely remembered hearing that it grew back after five years, but that was probably some stupid myth. Jess let out a slight groan as she moved her hips rhythmically against him. He put his hands on her hips and helped her rock back and forth, staring up at her face, her bare chest moving with the thrust of her hips. Rory sat up a little until he hit the perfect spot, closing her eyes a little with a slight moan.

Then, all too soon, it ended. Jess groaned aloud and relaxed. He looked apologetically up at Rory, who had collapsed on top of him.

She gave him a small smile to tell him that everything was fine, and there would be time for more later.

She struggled back into her clothes and they hung awkwardly on her, sticking to her from the sweat.

Jess also slipped back into his clothes and sat next to her, his arm around her. Rory leaned her head on his shoulder.

"What are we doing?" she asked quietly, so quietly that she wondered if he even heard.

"That's up to you." he said, flicking a remote that turned on the stereo. Rory smiled. Jess always had his stereo on.

Before Rory could answer her cell phone rang. She looked at the number and said in harsh whisper to Jess "It's my husband. Turn off the music and be quiet."

He complied quickly, but looked somewhat disappointed at the lengths she was going to hide this.

"Hey Logan."

"Hey Leigh, how is everything?"

"Fine." She glanced at Jess to see how he was feeling, but couldn't get a read on him.

"I heard you were sick."

"Oh yeah, but I'm okay. How's the trip?" Rory tried to make herself sound slightly more ill.

"Good. I got you something."

"What?" She asked, trying to sound interested.

"You'll have to wait and see."

"Fine."

"I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Okay." Rory clicked the phone shut. "He always calls when he is on business trips." she explained. "I can stay tonight but then I have to leave tomorrow afternoon."

Jess just looked at her. "Are you coming back?" he asked.

"Next weekend. He's gone again."

"Won't he notice all the plane trips?" Jess asked.

"Why would he look at my credit card bills? Money means nothing to him, the bills just get paid." She explained.

"So you'll just fly out on weekends when he is gone?" Jess asked.

Rory nodded. "It should be pretty easy to do."

Jess nodded, understanding their situation. "Well then I'll have to look forward to the weekends."

"Let's get something to eat." suggested Rory, quickly changing the subject. It was way too soon to talk about it, to discuss anything serious. And who knows, tomorrow he might change his mind, not want to be with her anymore.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Some really authentic American-Chinese food." she said with a smile. "All we ever get is the fancy expensive genuine crap."

Jess picked up the phone. "I'll get it delivered."

She smiled a little. "Perfect."