Suggested Soundtrack: Sleep—Azure Ray; You--Switchfoot

Chapter 5: Cheating is for Wieners…And Schnitzel

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Rory looked over at her traitorous alarm clock and hit her fist firmly over the snooze button after seeing the offending time of 8:05. She had hit it three times already. Why did professors have to torture their students with 8:30 classes, she wondered before snuggling deeper into the warmth of her bed. Sighing contentedly she drifted off into another lazy sleep. Seems like she's been doing a lot of sleeping these days.

Another buzzing sound erupted on her side table and it took her a moment to realize it was the vibration of her cell phone. Cursing the blasted machine she reached over and flicked it over from the cocoon of her blankets.

"'ello," her muffled voice whispered, the sound of annoyance thickly drawn out.

"Is this Rory of apartment 648B?" a strikingly familiar voice cooed.

"Yes," she snapped sitting up suddenly, "Who is this?"

"Is this the same Rory who does not order from Wuan's Chinese Food?"

"Yes that would be me…what do you want?"

"This is Jack. Waun's delivery boy…the one with the lip ring," she wracked her brain for a moment before piecing together the raspy voice from the weekend. It had been over a week since she'd heard that voice.

"Do you know what time it is?" she asked, this being her first concern instead of the fact that some strange boy with a lip ring, albeit a cute boy, had gotten her number.

"Yes it is…8:13 in the morning," he replied sounding pleased.

"Great, I'm glad you can tell time, but could you also tell me why I got this splendid wake up call?" the sarcasm dripped from her voice and she could just imagine the way he winced at the sound of it. Oh yes, it had that effect on people.

"Well, I was calling to ask you out for coffee of course," he said, like it was the most logical explanation.

She thought for a moment and realized that there was no way she was going to go to class at this point. Sighing she looked down at herself, noting that her tank top was twisted in the funniest way and that her hair was pulled wildly on top of her head in a messy bun. She looked an absolute mess, but coffee sounded wonderful. "You definitely know the way to my heart," she giggled and covered her mouth to suppress the sounds of a teeny-bopper with a crush.

"Really? I am psychic you know," he said casually, causing a big grin to cover her face.

"You sound like my mother."

"Ouch! I'm being compared to the mother. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Really depends…but you did mention coffee so I'm going to go with good thing."

She could hear his sigh reverberate through the receiver. She also heard the ding of an elevator in the background. Frowning she turned towards her door as she heard a patterned knock ring out.

"Where are you?" she asked, walking to her door.

She pulled the door open to reveal the smiling delivery boy holding a foreign coffee cup out to her. "I'm right in front of you," he said into his phone, eyes smiling as he took in her horrified expression. He closed his phone and waited patiently for her to let him in, noticing her coffee cup covered pajama shorts. "Nice pj's," he said, leaning his frame against the door.

Still stupefied by his arrival, she clutched at her phone, unsure of what to do. "Umm," she said, shutting her mouth so that nothing unintelligent would follow.

"Are you going to gape at me or invite me in?" he said smugly, not trying to be rude. She shook her head and stepped out of the way to allow him in. He smiled at her before turning around in circles to take in her studio/loft style apartment. "Nice digs."

"Uhh, thanks," she said closing the door and finally realizing her state of undress. "I'll be right back," she added, hurrying to her room to put something a little less revealing on. She decided on a baggy school sweater and some sweatpants and pulled her hair down from its perch atop her head.

She took a deep breath and left the seclusion of her bedroom. She noticed him sitting comfortably on her couch like he'd been there many times before. "How did you get my cell phone number?" she asked, this being the most burning question on her mind.

"Well if I told you that I'd have to kill you," he looked her over seriously before breaking into a childish grin. She noted how cute he looked when he smiled. "Nah, really it wasn't hard. I just asked your neighbour when I came to deliver some food yesterday."

Damn that neighbour, she thought, before taking a seat on the other end of the couch.

"I don't bite," he laughed and she looked up at him sheepishly.

"Sorry, I just…don't know you," she said feeling awkward with this strange man sitting on her couch, in her apartment at 8:30 in the morning.

"You wound me!" he cried dramatically. Geeze, this boy had a thing for dramatics. "Come out for breakfast with me and I will tell you all you want to know." He smiled at her invitingly, resting his elbows on the back of the couch.

"Breakfast." She repeated dumbly.

He nodded his head excitedly. "Yes it's the most recommended meal of the day you know? Gives you some energy!"

She took a sip of the coffee he had brought her and was shocked at how good it was. "Mmm, where did you find this divine liquid?" she moaned.

"God, if coffee does that to you, I wonder about their lattes. They are pure heaven," he looked over at her small form, leaning into her as if it were the greatest secret he would ever tell. She leaned in as well and nearly shivered as his lips reached her ear, "It's from Café Au Late. They make everything so quickly for people on the run, and are also usually the cause of why people are so late. It's a well known secret around these parts."

"I am a coffee connoisseur and I have never heard of that place," she said leaning back away from him.

"Well you are not a really connoisseur than are you?"

"Hmph, I beg to differ," she stuck her nose up in the air away from him, appalled by his statement.

"Well, you will just have to prove me wrong by going out for coffee with me…" he said it so casually that you'd think they had been friends for years instead of, oh, fifteen minutes.

"I could definitely show you a thing or too," she replied, ignoring the double meaning behind her words.

"I bet you could," he smirked before continuing, "but you know I have a thing or two up my own sleeve."

"Oh is that right?"

"Oh yes. For example, I can make girls fall in love with me…Wanna know how?"

She laughed at his audacity, "Absolutely."

"Well, it takes awhile, but I will show you," he said matter of factly.

"And how will you do that?"

"By making you fall in love with me."

Silence. She couldn't help but laugh at him. Big swells tore through her body and she nearly spilt her coffee all over herself as she was doubled over. This guy was too much for her to handle. He sat seriously, looking over at her with a smirk.

"You're laughing now, but I swear it'll happen," he told her, unaffected by her laughter.

"Hmm, okay Casanova," she rolled her eyes and took another sip of the heavenly liquid. At least he had good taste in coffee.

"I told you my name is Jack," he smirked at her and she started to giggle foolishly. She couldn't help but laugh at him.

"You are too much! Besides, I am never going to be in love again," she turned serious now, playing with the lip of her cup, and frowning deeply. She was reminded of the way it still stung when she thought of Steven.

"Again? That sounds like a girl who's known the pain of heartbreak," he noted wisely.

"You could say that."

"Don't want to talk about it"

"Not really." Truth be told, she wanted to just talk about it for hours to anyone who would listen. She wanted to analyze it and order it to make some of sense of everything that had happened. She wanted to understand where she went wrong, what signs had been hovering over her for the past two years. She just didn't want to open up to this stranger about things he wouldn't understand.

"Well, I have been through my fair share of heartache, and I do know a thing or too." Was this guy a mind reader or something?

"Look, I think you're a nice guy and everything, but I'd rather not dish out my entire love life to a guy I just met a week ago, and for that matter a complete stranger."

He didn't push her any further but just nodded in understanding. "Not a problem. Hey, I understand where you are coming from. All I want you to know is you officially have someone who will listen to you whenever you like…I have a penchant for listening." He smiled at her infectiously, causing a grin to grace her pretty mouth.

She noticed his lip ring had been changed to a spike ended half ring that stood out sexily on his lip. He allowed her to stare for a moment before breaking her concentration with a laugh.

"You are the cutest when you scrunch up in concentration," he laughed again at her embarrassment.

"Uhh, thanks."

"Not a problem. So did you want to go eat breakfast or are you going to kick me out and crawl back into your bed to wallow?"

Offended she bit back, "I was not wallowing, I was merely enjoying my sleep. I wallowed last week. This week is catching up on the sleep I missed when I was crying my eyes out." She adjusted her sweater so that her hood was now covering her head. She thought for a moment. "How about coffee tomorrow. I will take you to my favourite place."

Realizing this was his open invitation into her life and friendship he smiled happily. "I'll definitely take you up on that. I'll come by at 10?"

"Perfect. But just as friends, I don't think I can handle falling in love with someone right now," she joked and he caught on easily.

"Well I'll town down my magic for a while, but be aware, I can only control it for short amounts of time."

She laughed this time and walked him to the door. "Alright magic man, I'll see you tomorrow. Try not to make too many girls fall in love with you before then."

"My trying won't guarantee anything," he winked at her and left for the elevator. She shut her door, another giant smile across her face. God this boy was random, but definitely of the good variety.

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"Mmm Delilah that feels sooooo good," Landon moaned relaxing into his girlfriends ministrations.

She paused to answer, "Baby, you don't even know how good you're going to feel when I'm done." She went back to work, kneading and rubbing him attentively.

He moaned again as she squeezed the tension away from his body. God she was good at this.

"You have to be the best back massager I know!" he proclaimed as she worked on a particularly tight muscle in his back.

A giggle erupted from her lips. "Well I should be, I did study this in college," she said giving his muscles a final rub before jumping onto the bed beside him.

He turned on his side, leaning his head on his hand to look at her. "You are also the prettiest masseuse I've ever had. Way better than Olga," he said, tugging her petite form towards him. She giggled again as he kissed the tip of her nose.

Snuggling into him, she tangled her legs into his and put a gentle hand on his bare chest. He wrapped his free arm around her tiny waist and watched her eyes flutter closed. "Tired?" he asked, achieving a slow nod from her.

"Me too," he said, breathing deeply. He had been working really hard lately to get all of his studies in order. He had to take the LSAT's soon and was working his ass off to be prepared for them. He really didn't know why he was bothering to work so hard just to get into another school, which he would be stuck at for another three years or so. The constant pressure from his father to follow in his footsteps was enough to make any guy break and give in. It just wasn't what he wanted out of his life.

He closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, but found himself wide awake despite his exhaustion. This really was getting him nowhere. He unwrapped himself from his girlfriend cautiously and left the bedroom to chill out in the living room. He thought a glass of read wine and soothing sounds of John Mayer's Continuum album would do just the trick to put him to sleep. He poured himself a rather large glass and flicked on his stereo, skipping the first song of the album that was just a little too upbeat for his tastes at the moment.

Taking a seat in a comfortable recliner he had purchased his second year at Yale, he sat back and allowed himself to drift away in the music. Music was the only way for him to get away from all of the expectations of people around him. Truth be told, he hadn't really relaxed since the night he had watched Love Actually with Delilah. He remembered where that had led to and couldn't stop the smirk that rested on his lips. This also caused him to remember the night before that with Rory. Damnit, he had pushed her from his thoughts until now because he had been so terribly busy, but now she was right there.

He still remembered the taste of her lips, the vodka mixed with strawberry lip balm, and the buttery softness of her skin beneath his desperate fingers. He had loved the way she pressed against him and took control. It was still foggy to him, but he could have sworn she had been the one to initiate the kissing… and the touching…and the sex for that matter. He had just followed along like an obedient little boy, trying to please her whims and take back some of the control she had assumed was rightfully her own.

He frowned thinking upon her again. He couldn't let it get in the way of his new relationship with Delilah. He couldn't let his mind wander to that one, random night when he had plenty more meaningful evenings with Delilah to dwell on. The strange thing though, was that it didn't feel meaningless. It felt purposeful and almost right…but he pushed that off to mean that she just really needed a rebound lay. Was she really that kind of girl? He shook his head allowing the wine to haze over his brain.

A creaking floor board alerted him and his eyes snapped up to see a sheepish half naked girl walking towards him.

"Babe, what are you still doing up? It's 3 a.m.," she looked him over carefully, her eyes squinting in the darkness of the room.

"I couldn't sleep."

She looked him over and saw the empty glass in his hands. She approached him slowly, taking the thin glass from his fingers and placed it on the nearest table before fitting herself snuggly into his lap. Her head fit comfortably under his chin, and he wrapped his arms around her, drawing circles on her exposed hip. She squirmed under him, her skin jumping at the contact. This just caused him to draw more and more circles, his fingers dancing underneath her shirt and up her back. She jerked around, delighted yet agitated at his motions. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as he reached across her belly and dipped dangerously low.

"God, do you have any idea what you do to me?" she asked in a low, husky voice. He could sense her arousal and just continued to tease her skin, drawing his fingers up and down her waistline. She turned her body, to sit in his lap like a child, which allowed him to draw tiny circles up her inner thighs. Her head dipped back at the teasing, her squirming becoming almost unbearable as she rubbed her body against him. He could feel his own arousal now, but ignored it as he slipped his fingers across her body.

She could barely contain the hisses of ecstasy that broke from her as his hands tormented her skin. He wasn't even touching her sexually, but it drove her wild anyways. She was always surprised at how quickly she was turned on in his presence and by the smallest of his actions. She quivered as his hand reached up her shirt and drew tiny, affecting circles between her breasts. That was enough of that, she thought and pushed her eyes open to see a devilish smirk cross his face.

"Do you get off on teasing me?" she asked, biting her lip anxiously.

"Not as much as you do," he replied simply. It wasn't meant to be disrespectful, but stated as a simple fact. She loved the way he turned her on, she couldn't deny that, but she'd be damned if she couldn't do the same to him.

"I think it's my turn." She lifted herself from his lap and walked over to the coffee table, distancing herself so that he couldn't reach her. He went to stand to meet her, but she stepped forward and pushed him back in his seat, putting a silencing finger to his lips before he could object.

And so she stood in front of him, giving him the sexiest strip tease she could muster with the few clothes she had on. She played with the hem of her wife beater and edged it up slowly, turning around before pulling it off of herself, only making her back available to his eyes. She stepped back and sat on his lap, facing forward, and moved her body in slow circles against him. A guttural growl filled the room as his hands moved straight for her hips, and pressed her even tighter against him. She managed to squirm away and towards the coffee table. She looked back at him, his expression stunned as he sat there. She giggled and ran towards her bedroom, throwing her pajama shorts on the ground.

Finally realizing her game, he picked up her discarded clothing and followed the path into her bedroom. He laughed to himself as he picked up the bra she'd left at the entryway to her door. God this girl was kinky. And he liked it.

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So do we like the relationships here or hate them?

More Landon/Rory interaction to come… And don't worry, we will see more of Jack very soon.

Who do you like better pairing wise:

Rory/Landon

Rory/Jack

Or

Landon/Delilah

Please review and let me know.

-beautymarked