I'll see you in Washington

Disclaimer-Oh yeah, so I'm really Amy Sherman Palladino and when I'm not writing Gilmore Girls-because David Rosenthal has been killed by me-and not basking in my sheer brilliance I like to come onto this little website and make up stories about Gilmore Girls instead of actually making them the plotline. Oh, yeah, and I'm queen of the world.

A/N-Hey, ok, I am SO SORRY! I am the slowest updater in the history of slow updaters. I will now tell you that I am only going to be able to update weekly. Damn school and their mandatory attendance…Ok, time for my list of fabulous people. Just A Girl Of The Hollow x3, Literati and naley forever, literatigirl, Curley-Q, SquegeeBeckinhiem, allycat1186, Britterina, CuriousCaker, ilovejessssss, and watergurl123. You all can be my best friends(except Squegee because you already are) because you are the absolute best best best ever! Reviews are the love of my life! I have passed the line of want and now truly need you to-what's that word ladies and gentlemen? That's right-REVIEW! I don't really know what else to say so on with the show-or story.

p.s.-this chapter gets a little dirtier kissing-wise, just thought I'd warn you.

Chapter 5

"Hey mom, guess what? Tonight I met the president!" Rory said into the phone as she changed into her matching flannel pajama pants and top.

"Seriously? Was he all uptight and stuffy? Oh! Did you ask him if he secretly harbors a desire to rip his shirt off and do a table dance every time he goes to an important meeting? I've always wanted to know that because, well, you've seen the gleam in those president's eyes sometimes. They've got another side of them, I know it, they just haven't shown it to the public but…"

"No mom, I didn't ask him that considering that he is the president and asking him anything that involves the word 'table dance' probably wouldn't be acceptable. It was cool though. He answered all me and Paris's questions and he was really nice. He seemed like a real person. It was cool." Rory said.

"Wow hon, that is cool. You're lucky you got that opportunity." Lorelai said as she flicked a sun chip into her mouth and flipped through the pay-per-view channels, searching for a good movie. "Movie nights around here suck without you. All impersonations and impressions have been put on hold until you're return."

"I'm sorry mom. Well, you've got Bruce to keep you company, don't you?" Rory asked.

"Old Bruce is holding back on me! There's nothing good on tonight, nothing!" Lorelai cried dramatically.

"Hey, whose idea was it to name the television because I'm pretty sure it wasn't me." Rory questioned.

"Oh, no, that was you when you were about nine. You insisted we name him after the hunky football player in that movie we'd watched the night before, hence the name Bruce." Lorelai responded.

"Oh." Rory said. "Hey mom, I'm going to go to bed, I'm super tired."

"Ok, well, call me again tomorrow and tell me if you moved up to meeting Brad Pitt."

"Mom, this is a school trip where we learn about the government. I doubt Brad Pitt would be on Headmaster Charleston's list of influential people for his students to meet." Rory said.

"Oh, right. Ok well, call me anyway. Night hon." Lorelai said.

"G'night." Rory echoed and hung up the phone. God it's hot in here. She thought to herself and she stripped off the sweaty flannel pajamas in favor for a thin tank top and her pair of short, ragged shorts. She didn't think she would be seeing anyone else tonight. Boy, was she wrong.

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Jess looked down at the contents he had dumped onto the floor from his bag. The majority of items were books, one in particular called Never My Own. He had bought this book for Rory and planned on giving it to her. Jess checked his clock and it read 9:43. Rory should be back from her dinner by now. He stood up and walked out the door and straight to the identical one two feet down the wall. The door to her room was slightly opened. When Jess walked into Rory's room there was no Rory. He sighed and slowly stepped out, feeling defeated.

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Rory stepped out of the bathroom just as she saw a mess of dark hair, slipping around the corner. This hair happened to be Jess's head.

"Jess! Jess, Did you want something?" Rory called out before turning to see her pile of CDs she had brought tumble to the ground. She quickly hurried over and began picking them up as she heard Jess's steady footsteps returning to her room. She turned around and gave him a small smile before standing up. Her shirt was so thin and those shorts were so short. She obviously didn't expect him to be here tonight. Jess remembered her previous statement and he couldn't help himself.

"Yes, I definitely want something." He said, smirking. His comment immediately affected Rory and a steady blush flowed up her cheeks. She gathered herself and replied with an equally daring smirk.

"Oh, and what would that be?" Jess was surprised by her easy answer but went on with their game.

"Numerous things. The list would probably start with having Mr. Hemingway rising from the dead. There's nothing like a great writer after 45 years of sitting in dirt." Jess replied.

"Anything else on that list?" Rory asked.

"Hmm…" he said, pretending to think. "Maybe a few other things, nothing monumental. I always thought it would be cool to be a dog for a day, I mean, wouldn't you like to know how life is from their point of view? And that whole color-blind myth, now is it really a myth or…" he was cut off by Rory crashing her lips to his. When had she gotten so close? Last time he had checked she was on the other side of the room. They shared an excruciating kiss, much more dangerous than their other two. Now they were really alone, in a room, with a bed. So many things that could happen… Slowly Rory backed Jess into the wall behind him, never taking her lips away. They can't breathe and even if they could, they wouldn't. If they moved away, even for a second, this moment of innocence would be broken. His hands found their way to the small of her back and they lifted her higher and pressed her into him. Slowly, they slipped underneath her tank top and moved up and down the warm skin there. She tangled her hands in his hair and forced herself to pull back, but only for breathing, which she needed to do to live, and she couldn't kiss Jess at all or do anything with Jess if she wasn't alive, therefore, she really needed to breathe. Her eyes searched his. The chocolate brown was darkened by his emotions that coursed through him at the time. Hers were bright and alert. She moved in again, this time all gentle caresses forgotten. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in, causing all blood in her veins to jump. His hands increased with pressure on her back, pulling her closer and closer to him. Her hands skimmed the back of his neck as they began their journey. Slowly, the reached their destination at the hemline of his shirt, where they slipped up, between their bodies. He was incredibly warm and she could feel the strong muscles in his stomach. She then slid her fingers along his torso. He shivered at her touch and held back a moan. He suddenly pulled his lips away from hers and she immediately opened her eyes and pouted at the loss of contact. She then realized he had a goal. He moved down her jawbone and to her neck, slowly sucking on the skin there. She moved her head back and wondered how he did this to her. How he forced every bit of rational thought out of and pulled this monster out. This inner argument with herself was quickly forgotten when he grabbed some of her skin with his teeth and began biting her harder and harder. As much as this was pain it was passion and she couldn't rid herself from it.

"Je…Jesss…" she moaned as he made his way to her ear. These sounds aroused him heavily and he pulled her closer, if that was even possible. It was. This last centimeter showed her just what he was feeling. She gasped at what she could feel through his jeans. He was losing control. Tension was building up in him. Her hands were everywhere. Her moans were torturing him. Her hips gave a sudden jolt and any innocence that was left, was now lost. He attacked her lips, ferociously tangling his tongue with hers. Her hips were now moving on their own accord and she couldn't stop. The heat was stifling and she had a feeling it had nothing to do with the broken air conditioning. She could feel warmth accumulating in her underwear and his hands were dangerously high in her shirt. Suddenly, a light bulb seemed to flick on in her head and she broke away, breathing heavily.

"We…have…to…stop." She panted out. He nodded, once again glad for her common sense and she guided him by the shoulders towards her door, her mind still whirring. She was about to shut the door when Jess remembered something.

"Rory, I have to go back in two days."

He said it quickly and quietly. She studied him and he saw a definite wave of sadness pass through her. She laid her emotions out for him to see easily. He had no trouble reading her.

"I'm sorry, it's just Luke…he needs me at the diner so…"

"Yeah, ok. Well, do you think we could hang out tomorrow then?" Rory asked as she digested this new information and tried to play it cool.

"Yeah, ok." He answered.

"G'night." She said

"Night." He replied and stepped into his own room.

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I am such an idiot. This was all Rory could think. How could she have ever believed this would work out? I just broke up with Dean, no one knows Jess is even here, and they don't know about the kiss at the wedding, and I'm not coming back for another four weeks and Jess is going back in two days and THIS ALL SUCKS! Rory thought in her head. Inner monologues were her specialty, especially the self deprecating kind. The only thing left to do was something Rory would later regret, but right now really needed.

6.2.5.9.9.8.5. Rory typed into her phone. Ringg…Ringg…

"The coffee machine is about to overflow so whoever you are, make it snappy." Came Lorelai's rushed voice.

"Hey, umm, Mom, I need to talk to you."

AN: Hey, so there's the 5th chapter. For some reason, 5th chapter makes me feel good. Like I'm really going somewhere with this story. Tristan will come in next chapter, but he is not screwing up Rory and Jess's kind of relationship, I promise. Of course, who can write a story without ReVeIwS???-Subtle enough for you?

X0x0x-Chloe