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Chapter 5

In the aftermath, we stare at each other wordlessly, her small frame still trembling slightly. Her breath comes out in pants, and I feel guilt wash over me.

"Rory, I'm…"

"Shhh," she murmurs, laying her head on my chest. I glance down into a sea of warm brown hair. She takes deep, calming breaths, and soon my mind begins to relax.

Although, of course, my body doesn't. The hormones are rushing through my veins like a freight train, simply because of her presence. Simply because she is so teasingly close.

"Are you…is this…" I stammer, unable to come up with full sentences when I make a conscious effort to abandon my monosyllabic ways.

She nods.

"We missed some of the movie," she says quietly, and I chuckle.

"Should we rewind?"

"No."

I look into her eyes, and she smiles, her cheeks beginning to flame red as she thinks of something.

I grin, cocking and eyebrow, and she shakes her head slightly.

"No, because I wanted to show you something."

"Dirty," I murmur with a smirk, and she pokes me gently.

"Hey, you can't steal my lines. And I meant a book, pervert."

"Lead the way," I reply, following her into her bedroom.

This is where Rory Gilmore sleeps.

This is where she…thinks of me?

I shake my head, trying to expel the silly thought. She rummages through the drawers that contain all her extra books, the ones that do not fit on the shelves, and she finally pulls one out triumphantly.

She hands it to me, and I chuckle, flipping through the copy of Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.

"Neruda?"

"You've probably read it."

"Yeah, it's great."

She nods, and I think of what we did just minutes ago, glancing at the less than PG book.

"Why are you showing me this?" I ask softly, and she chews her lip thoughtfully.

"I thought maybe you could make some notes in the margins. I bought it new, not from a used bookstore, so it's still too pristine. I wanted your opinion."

I nod, my head getting cloudy with lust again as I see her flushed cheeks, her big innocent eyes that look at me, unflinching.

"A little racy for you, isn't it?"

She blushes harder, and I laugh, stepping closer.

"I'm kidding, Rory. I'd love to."

"Love to what?" she asks, her eyes slightly dazed as well as I am moving closer and closer.

"Fill your margins."

The heady, lusty undertones are palpable, and I know, she knows, we are not talking about the book anymore.

My eyes must be chestnut brown, deep brown, by now, and I swallow loudly.

With any other girl, I can stay strong, silent, stoic.

With her, I tremble, needing to touch her so badly that my muscles can't stay still.

We move backwards, slowly, in some unconscious dance until her back reaches something solid. On the couch, it was a matter of who was where, of how she was moving. Here, as I gently press her body against the wall, every curve she has presses against me, molding us into one, and a groan escapes my lips. Our bodies meld, and I feel every inch of her, igniting me.

I shower her neck with soft kisses, hearing her heart begin to thrum into overdrive.

My hand grazes across the fabric of her shirt, dipping underneath hesitantly, questioningly. She lets out a soft noise of approval and my hand sweeps across the flat expanse of her stomach.

I rest my forehead against hers, just breathing, composing myself, our lips millimeters apart but still not touching.

The tension crackles, like we are electrically charged and I think maybe we are.

I crash my lips against hers, kissing her desperately, letting out the pent up sexual frustration that has been building since she called me Dodger. Like a caveman, my primal instincts come to the surface, and I think.

Rory Gilmore.

Mine.

I keep reminding myself, every few seconds, pulling myself back. With her, self-control is near impossible. In the midst of my exploration, hands drifting across her body cautiously, not wanting to startle her, I feel myself being moved backwards. Surprised, I break apart our kiss for a moment and look into her eyes, and she is glancing at me, uncertain.

"Rory?" I question, although it comes out all scratchy and inaudible.

"I…I want to…" she starts, the flaming cherry hue returning to her cheeks, and I smile slightly, finding her shyness endearing.

I nod slightly, trying to tell her that it's okay, that she doesn't have to say it aloud. Whatever she wants, she can have from me.

"Stay."

The word lingers in the air, confusing me for a moment.

"I wasn't planning on leaving right now," I chuckle softly, and she shakes her head.

"I meant tonight. Stay here tonight."

"Lorelai?" I question.

"Gone."

I nod, swallowing again, my throat becoming the Sahara.

"Okay."

Tonight isn't going to be our first time, I know that already. She is too special, it is too soon.

But the night holds possibilities.

And the thought of seeing her face, pleasure washing across it in slow streams, makes me tremble again. Having heard it once in reality now, not just in the confines of my dreams, I want to hear her calling out my name over and over.

She smiles, satisfied at her boldness, and I capture her lips with mine. She explores more bravely now, hand snaking under my t-shirt, and my stomach clenches involuntarily, muscles responding to her touch.

She tugs the hem of my t-shirt, and I let her lift it over my head, watching as her eyes trail over my chest.

We stand for a moment, panting slightly, and she lifts her eyes to meet mine.

I am standing half naked in Rory's bedroom.

My nervous system, barely able to cope with this fact, suddenly goes into overdrive when she steps closer, and I am moving backwards again, eventually hitting the edge of the bed. I look into her eyes, questioning, before slowly sitting down, taking her onto my lap. She pushes my chest slightly, and I get her hint, laying back on her bed as she straddles me.

My neurons cannot even begin to cope with this. They are firing everywhere, fireworks exploding in my brain, as I look at her messy hair, and she looks at my bare chest.

I am lying down half naked on Rory's bed.

"Jess?" she asks, and I cock an eyebrow in response, not trusting my vocal cords right now.

She debates silently in her head for a few seconds, licking her lips. I stifle a groan.

"I want…I want to explore you."

I close my eyes, seeing supernovas.

"Rory."

It is the only response that I can come up with, all my blood leaving my head and hurtling to other parts of my body, but I hope that she will understand.

She does, eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and apprehension, and I am silent, watching.

Her fingertips trail over my chest, drifting down lower, and my muscles dance under her touch.

"You have a six-pack," she says, somewhat accusingly and in awe at the same time, and I chuckle softly.

"Huh."

Her fingers trace over my abs once more, amazement registering on her features.

"You respond to me," she comments naively, and I shake my head slightly.

You have no idea how much, I think, glad that my jeans are somewhat restraining the other parts of me that are responding to her.

Finally her fingers move to my belt, looking up at me, as if asking for permission, and I nod. She undoes my belt carefully, letting it drop to the floor beside her bed.

This is what my fantasies have been of ever since she called me Dodger.

Her slender fingers move to the button, undoing it, before pausing on the zipper.

She looks up at me, and though I desperately want to close my eyes to attempt to regain some control, I look back into hers, unwavering. I know that this is new terrain for her, that she needs me with her, present, as she ventures into these new lands.

Our eyes not losing connection, she slowly undoes the zipper, and I raise my hips as she pulls my jeans down my legs. They drop to the floor, joining my belt.

Normally, I would feel underdressed, but there is no capacity for anything in my body besides desire right now.

With only my thin cotton boxers to cover me, my erection is painfully obvious now, rising up to greet her eagerly.

Her breath catches and she stares at me, contemplating her next move.

"You don't have to do anything, Rory," I say quietly, giving her an escape route if she has changed her mind, but she shakes her head.

"I want to."

Her hand hesitantly moves those last few inches from my waistband, and my hardness twitches, begging her to touch it.

She smiles softly, raising an eyebrow.

I grab a handful of her innocent white sheets, trying to anchor myself down, as I feel close to rocketing off.

She finally closes the distance, grasping my erection in her warm hand, and I see stars.