These Are Days
Author: Genevah
Rating: Strong R – No adultie. No readie.
Pairing: Rory/Jess
Disclaimer: I claim to own nothing.
Summary: Tweaked 'Teach Me Tonight' to my own likings. Warning. Insane amounts of fluff o'nutters in this story… please read with caution
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. This chapter was mean to me. For SarahMariano, Marissa, someone, des06 – just cause ;p.
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As time seemingly paused after the few words and gestures exchanged between them, Jess imagined her turning on her side, reaching into the nightstand drawer to retrieve her infamous Pro and Con List appropriately entitled 'Sex With Jess'. He pictured her eagerly getting up to flip the lights on, flopping back down on the bed in an Indian style position, seriousness written all over her face and then with the doe look of her blue eyes into his she'd ask him if he had anything to add to the list.
He could just as easily fill up the pro side.
If there wasn't this absurd silence between them he'd tell her what he was envisioning, make her crack and confess to actually having a real-life 'Sex With Jess' Pro and Con List to which he would gladly tease her on it.
His thoughts quickly dispersed when he felt the bed shake a little and in a flash he saw her already turned on her side. For a split second he thought his trip was really happening, but she didn't follow the script beyond that. Standing like a dark shadow before him, she extended her hand, offering him a lift up from her bed.
His eyes fixed on her silhouette as she led them out of her unlit bedroom, soundlessly letting an involuntary exhale slip out of his mouth to relieve some of the unlikely anxiety that started to mount. His face remained emotionless, not letting on to the pure male instinctive thoughts that coursed through his veins painting picturesque pictures in his mind's canvas. His primal thoughts inescapable, they invaded with such potency, different from other times before and it was with the simple yet complex notion of him getting laid. Indisputably a piggish thought, but there it was. Soon he'd be having sex with Rory. And after that he'd be able to have sex with her again… and again… and again.
The two stood dumbly before the dinner table, staring at the two plates of untouched lasagna.
She pulled on her shirt sleeves, tucking the ends of them into her palms.
He shoved his hands into his pant's pockets.
She tucked an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear then chanced a look at him from the side. "Why don't you stay and finish your lasagna?" She offered, gesturing toward the food, finally breaking the discomfited silence.
He nodded though a bit unsure. Part of him wanted to leave, to get blast of fresh air, but whatever.
"You want me to reheat yours for you?" He inquired, already picking up her plate.
She gave him the go-ahead and quietly sat down, watching his every move. Her mind began to wander. Jess showed his affection to her in the most simplistic of ways and it always left her wanting more. The way he touches the small of her back or reaches for her hand when they walk down the street, the way he sneaks a peek at her with those sexy brown eyes of his when they're reading, the way he offers her a silly crooked smile when he sees her eating in the diner, the way he stops by her bedroom window unexpectedly in the middle of the night to get one last kiss… This boy did it for her. Hell, just the way he walked over to the microwave- sent her through the roof! But that's an entirely different subject.
He looked a bit tense, possibly anxious and she found it entertaining to see him fidget, not knowing what to do with his hands as he waited for her food to finish.
He settled in crossing his arms.
She was curious to know what was going on in his head.
He could say that their relationship was pretty strong so far… couldn't he? They had withstood the opinion of the most important person in her life. Rory had already had the talk with her mom and obviously Lorelai didn't say anything to deter her decision to have sex with him. So what could possibly go wrong? Absolutely nothing… right? Right.
At the sound of the beep, he pulled the plate of lasagna out of the microwave and in turning around he found Rory smack in front of him, pushing his plate of lasagna to him, silently telling him to switch so he could reheat his own.
As they exchanged plates, neither let go. Her eyes locked his gaze for a moment then leaned in giving him a slow kiss. He seemed to be thinking too much and she wanted to remind him that she wanted this. With a quick turn of her heel she turned back to the table and started to eat her lasagna, leaving a smirking Jess to his own NC17 thoughts of what he would do to her right this very moment.
"Didn't we hear Luke's truck pull up?" She asked, unknowingly pulling him back to the here-and-now before he got lost in the sea of potential sex with Rory.
Remembering that he was still in the presence of his girlfriend, he pushed those thoughts away, tucking them in that special corner of his brain for easy access later.
"Yeah, we did."
Rory looked in the direction of the small hall that led towards the front door. "I wonder why they haven't come in yet."
..…'.' Gilmore Home – Outside '.' …..
Strong gusts of wind blew all around Stars Hollow, reaching the home of Lorelai Gilmore. The surrounding trees, wide in variety, rustled - unwilling leaves stripped from their home, scattering about to their demise. The smell of crisp dry air held a hanging scent of rain. Snow wasn't the only weather Lorelai had the craft to sniff out, she could smell rain too. Both she and Luke stood on the porch taking in the magnificence of it all. The earth rumbling almost angrily, pounding the darkening skies. Booms. Crackles. All signaling a storm brewing in the distance ready to drench the tiny town.
Lorelai snuggled deeper into her shawl, hugging herself.
"I love thunderstorms," she declared.
Hands in his pockets, Luke felt so relaxed… always so relaxed around her. "I always pegged you for a fraddycat."
"Nah... only when I'm alone."
Lorelai motioned toward the porch swing behind her. "Wanna sit?" Secretly, she didn't want the date to end.
Luke nodded, unintentionally sitting very close to her, their shoulders touched instantly warming big heart.
Slowly she started to sway the swing. Turning to face him, she stared into his eyes, waiting for him to do the same.
"Something wrong?" He asked her, she was looking entirely too serious.
She shook her head quickly, breaking their gaze as she stared at her hands.
"Just wondering why it took us so long." Her eyes wandered back into his and saw him smile.
"You were always attached to someone."
"Yeah, the timing was never right," she agreed. "Hey." She nudged her shoulder to his. "You were the quintessential date tonight. You kept me well entertained. A very difficult thing to do for three straight hours."
His face broke into a scowl. "For the record, that waiter was not checking me out Lorelai."
She broke into a fit of laughs. "He was so!"
"He was not!"
"It's okay Luke. You're a handsome guy. And some men can't be blind to it either my friend."
He glared at her.
"Sorry, stopping now." She paused, "I had a great time though… seriously Luke. I'm really glad we did this."
"Me too… and I think we should do this again… soon."
"Soon," she said, agreeing.
"Like tomorrow."
She smiled big. "Wow Luke. That is soon."
He shrugged. "I wanna make up for lost time."
"Okay… tomorrow." She approved. Her eyes were brighter and happier than they've been in a while. "I say you cook for me."
"I always cook for you."
"I know. But I mean at my place or… your place. You could make something that you've never made me before… Like Chinese food."
"Chinese food. You want me to make you Chinese food?"
"Uh huh. And I only like my Chinese food one way."
"One way?"
"Gotta have a minimum of six different dishes to sample from. I've been feeling especially shrimpy lately."
"So you want six entirely different entrees consisting of shrimp."
"Uh huh," she said as though it was simple task, "Oh and egg rolls. Can't forget the egg rolls."
"Is Jess and Rory planning on stopping by?"
"No, why?" She asked innocently.
"It just seems like a lot of food for only two people to be eating."
"That's what the cute little to-go boxes are for. And, they don't take much room in the fridge either. Get with it Luke."
"And where do you suppose I get these so-called 'cute little to-go boxes' from?"
They both sat in complete silence for a good minute.
"Maybe-" Luke started.
"Yeah- we should-" Lorelai continued.
"-just…" Luke filled in.
"Take out from Al's." They both ended in union.
"Good idea."
"Kay. It's settled then." A thought occurred to her. "Rory and Jess are so not going to like this whole dating thing."
They both laughed.
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Jess had left right after they finished washing their dishes. He went out the back door so as not to disturb Luke and Lorelai. Rory's bright idea of course. Sometime during their meal Rory had grabbed him by the arm while his fork full of lasagna was on its way to his mouth and unwillingly he became her accomplice as she spied on them through the window.
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..…'.' Gilmore Home – Inside – Twenty Minutes Later '.' …..
Lorelai smiled when she saw her daughter asleep on the sofa. She carefully sat down next to her, kicked her heels off, and crossed her legs at the ankles, resting them on the coffee table. She moved closer to her, putting an arm around her and leaned her head against hers.
Rory stirred.
"Hey." Lorelai whispered and Rory instinctively snuggled into her mother's warm embrace, sharing her blanket.
"What's the verdict?" Rory asked. Eyes half open.
"It was perfect."
"Did you kiiiiss?"
Lorelai gushed. "Yesss."
"Was it good?"
"He gave me the tingles."
Rory embraced her mother's arm tighter. "I'm glad."
"Me too kid."
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After about an hour after Lorelai fell asleep, she awoke nudging Rory. "More comfortable to sleep in your bed it is."
"Since when did we start speaking Yodish?" Rory was already standing, dragging her mother up by her arm.
"Speak Yodish from this point on, we will. Hmmm."
"Oi," Rory sighed. "To sleep, we go." Rory pushed her mother up the first stair.
"Uh…tomorrow we-… wait no- umm…"
"Yeah that was short-lived. Night," with one last encouraging push up the second stair, her mother continued on her own.
"Night hun."
The two parted ways at the stairway. But Rory lingered a little longer in the dark foyer to hear her mother's door close before she went into the bathroom to freshen up.
In her bedroom, the lights were off. She sat in her chair, hugging her knees into her chest and stared at the alarm clock waiting for it to read midnight. And when it eventually did, she quietly walked out of her room and left through the front door.
Once outside, she noticed that it was drizzling, but she didn't feel like going back inside to play hide-and-seek with an umbrella. Plus the risk of getting caught wasn't so appealing either. Anyhow, the Inn wasn't too far a walk.
Nerves started to gnaw at her, so much so she even turned to go back home. She could tell Jess that she accidentally fell asleep, or that her mom insisted on sleeping in her bed to talk about her date with Luke. NO. She was not going to cop out. Determination in her eyes, she turned around and set out in the direction of the Inn once again. As she walked faster the rain well... fell faster too. Water seeped into her clothes. Into her hair. Into her skin. It made her glisten when light from the lamp posts around town shone on her…
Thunder clashed above her, her flip-flops pounded against the pavement below her… both sounds making her heart beat two notches faster as panic entered her blood stream.
It was only a matter of seconds before she broke into an easy sprint.
Almost there…
She quickly grew tired of sprinting, even though it was a pretty short sprint (Gilmore's weren't so inclined to put their bodies to work, even under harsh conditions). She started to walk again once she hit the grounds of the Inn. In her defense, it took more energy to run across grass.
But all too soon… there it was… the tiny shed… with a boy waiting inside…
Rory knocked lightly on the shed door, wishing the pounding of her heart against her rib cage would calm the fuck down.
She's wanted this. She's wanted this for a while, but was too much of a wuss to do the deed.
Oh god… the deed? Who the hell says the deed? Dorks like her did, that's who…
Before she could finish her inner monologue, Jess appeared from behind the door.
"You came." He said, stating the obvious, purely out of discomfort, though the calmness in his voice hid the fact that he was a tad nervous about the whole shed thing.
Rory slowly inhaled then gently smiled at him, "I came," also stating the obvious, also purely out of discomfort.
"Wasn't sure if you were still comin'- the rain…," leaning against the door, he immediately stopped talking and encouraged her inside out of the rain.
Subtly, Rory glanced around the Inn grounds to see if anyone was out there. If anyone saw her. There was no one in sight. Everyone was asleep, nestled in their cozy beds… asleep. But here she was… sneaking into a shed with a boy…to have sex…
The sound of Jess closing the door behind her signaled a big fat GO in her head. And go she did… She took Jess by surprise, letting her lips cover his in a warm, heady kiss.
One second he was closing the door and the next she was pushing him against it, her once delicate fingers now forceful and commanding against his face. The heavy crush of her lips made his mind draw a blank. Her kiss hard and wanting and he could only return the favor threefold.
The feel of her skin was cold against his as his hands slid up and down her arms. He faintly remembered feeling her goose bumps.
"You're cold," he mumbled against her damp lips.
"Very cold," she mumbled too, the beginnings of a shiver uncontrollably taking over her body.
He pulled away slightly, getting a better look at her. His eyes voiced concern.
"You're soaked." How he didn't notice before was beyond him at this point.
"Yeah, well… rain will sometimes do that to you."
Without a second thought he pulled his shirt over his head and offered it to her.
She took it from him, their fingers brushing shyly against the other.
And then his back was to her…
"Your shirt's soaked… you should take it off and put mine on."
She stared at his shirt and then at his bare back. Without a sound she set his shirt down on the bed then grabbed the ends of her own shirt- clingy, wet and cold. She pulled it over her head, accidentally brushing the soaked fabric against his unclothed back. The sound of him take a sharp intake of breath startled her. Why was she so damn jumpy!
"Sorry," she giggled slightly. Nervousness always made her giggle.
He was so close… his heat radiating against her skin, almost warming her.
She laid her own shirt flat on the small table she found beside her. It looked very familiar. The table did. Looking around some more she noticed more familiar things from her childhood, not to mention a few very used candles flickering at different ends of the room, struggling to light the dark small space. Memories flooded her mind of times long ago when she was just a little girl… living in this very shed…
"You use scented candles?" She teased.
He grinned a little. "Two-for-one sale at Doose's."
She took one step forward. And that was all it took to be flush against his warm body. Another sharp gasp was heard. Her cold skin, cold hands - fingers settled at his sides, at the bare skin just above his jeans and boxers. They hung low and she loved and could very well appreciate the sight of his beautiful male form. The slight curve of his hips. The nice butt that only she knows is hidden beneath those baggy pants he wore. She hasn't exactly laid eyes on his bare bum, but it sure felt nice when her palms pressed up against it.
Quietly, she slipped out of her flip-flops and pushed them aside with her foot. Standing on her tippy-toes, she slowly moved upwards, deliberately sliding against his body. And with no particular order of importance, she began to kiss his neck shoulders and back and every so often with the flick of her tongue she would taste him … her hands feeling over every dip and inch of his him.
Her kisses were agonizingly slow and torturous. Her hands so curious and soft. Her body again flush against his own. The faint thump of her heart beat drummed in rhythm with his.
He wanted her to feel how she was making him feel… and he was certainly not a greedy person when it comes to her.
Slowly he turned to her, instantly cradling her face in his warm soft hands. His kiss was tender and sweet and her hands began to explore again. She was warm now, well her hands anyway, he could feel it. They traveled up his abdomen, parting once they reached his chest. Jess' breath hitched yet again when her fingers swept over his chest, over his flat nipples.
He paused, breaking the kiss he started. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. After placing a single painstaking kiss on her lips his eyes began to take the Rory tour. Damp lace and breasts, nipples tight from the cold. His hands traveled down meeting the place his eyes have landed and stayed. Thumbs brushed over the lace, over her nipples and his head dipped down in an opened mouthed kiss.
As she watched, her hands dug into his soft wavy hair, encouraging him further. Her mouth unknowingly opened. Somehow that made it easier… She closed her eyes having already learned that she felt more that way. His hands left their previous position and moved up to her shoulders. His lips soon followed. While he used his fingers to ease the straps of her bra to the edges of her shoulder, his lips tagged along, avidly sucking the moisture the rain had left on her skin.
In one swift movement, she was freed of lace. Shadows danced across her skin and his eyes couldn't find one spot to focus on. He settled comfortably into her eyes. His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, unconsciously causing her to slightly part her lips. Then quite scandalously, he felt her hot wet mouth take it in a gentle, yet erotic suckle.
His lust-filled eyes widened, making it abundantly clear to her that he fully enjoyed that.
His pulled his thumb out of her mouth and again brushed it over her bottom lip before he covered them with his own. He was slow at first, but both eagerly gave in as their kiss became fiery and out of control…
He backed them in the direction of the bed, mutually agreeing without words that they were both in need of something other than themselves to hold them up. They would've settled for the floor if it wasn't too cold and dingy. The two were dizzy with heated anticipation and excitement, intoxicated by a mix of lust and love. Nothing could break these two apart. To them, the world outside the small shed didn't exist.
Jess blindly sat down knowing the bed would catch him. She followed his lead and settled between his legs making damn sure their lips never parted. Her hands went straight to his chest… touching him, feeling him, listening to the rapid beat of his heart with the pads of her fingers, thinking hers must be beating to the same rhythm. She stopped their kissing frenzy for just a moment to find out how he was doing. She wanted to know… to see if he was feeling the same thing she was feeling.
He looked at her questioningly, wondering if she changed her mind… hoping she wouldn't change her mind.
His features have softened somewhat, no smirks to take speak of. With one glance he almost looks innocent… until you look deep into his eyes. They were darker than usual, but yet surprisingly trusting. Yes, he wants her, there's no doubt about it, but behind those lustful eyes of his she knows that he would be gentle with her.
She knelt on either side of his thighs in a rather seductive way. Jess would say that that was the exact moment he turned full-on hard. Her hair tickled his face and neck and she kissed him in a way that she never had before, precise with every movement in the kiss and he willingly surrendered. To say that she was turning him on was an understatement. And he had to admit he was a bit scared. She was ready. She knew it. He knew it. They both knew with unspoken words that tonight was going to be the night.
His hands gripped the sides of her hips, guiding her towards him, seeking some kind of relief, some kind of pressure or rubbing. He demanded to feel her against him, wanting to show her exactly what kind of effect she was having on him.
The initial feel of his arousal wasn't too surprising. This wasn't the first time or the second or the third time for that matter. She's felt just how aroused he could get countless times on countless occasions. And just as it had the other times, her arousal grew intense with the particular contact.
She drove him to and over the edge- grinding into him rhythmically, teasing and taunting him. Jess had to use every fiber of his body to fight the male urge to rip her jeans off and fuck the living day lights out of her… but he knew better of course.
He slipped his hands down to her bare stomach, kneading the skin at her sides and abdomen, seemingly not able to get enough of her. The intensity of his touch was rough and beautiful. She knew she could give herself entirely to him and she'd be safe with him. And she did just that… she finally let herself go…
They're lips connected again, making up for the momentary loss of contact. His hands held either side of her face, kissing her deeper… the deepest that was possible. Somehow she tasted sweeter, sweeter than before. His hands slid to the base of her head, his fingers drowning in her soft hair, taking a hand of it every now and then… releasing tension.
Insane. She was driving him insane. Her grinding… when had she become such an expert? She had perfected her movements having practiced almost every time they made-out. She knew exactly what he liked and how he liked it and it got to the point where he actually couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed her rear, pushing her into him one last time before stopping her delicious movements altogether. They looked at each other dead in the eyes. She understood and smiled. It was a not-so-innocent smile too… almost daring.
She thrust against him intentionally.
His eyes widened. She had the audacity to make him want to come so soon.
"Don't." He ordered somewhat helplessly.
She blushed redder than she already was. She didn't understand why she chose now to be so shy.
He went back to kissing her, still holding her to him, not allowing her any kind of movement. When he felt that she would keep still on her own and his heightened arousal lessened to where he was in control again, he released his grip on her.
"Not funny." He mumbled against her lips.
She smirked. It was the most erotic smirk that Jess had ever seen on his innocent girlfriend. He liked that smirk. He wanted to see more of that smirk.
He journeyed down to her neck, making sure that every inch wasn't missed by his lips.
Her hands roamed delectably over his torso. He was hot under her touch and for some inane reason she wanted to know who was hotter.
They're lips met again. He played with her belt buckle, unlocking its hold over her. The button quickly unbuttoned and the zipper quickly unzipped. His hands slipped inside her jeans, sliding it off her rear. She stood up, letting him remove it completely and then took her previously position on him again.
But he wasn't done yet and insisted that she stand again.
They never took their eyes off each other when he reached between her legs. Needless to say… her panties were soaked through. His jeans now super unbearably tight with this new treasure. He let out a deep pleased groan, telling her that he loved finding her so wet. His hand snuck inside the swatch of her panties, making her squirm into them as he slid between her folds finding and rubbing her aroused crucial point.
"Jess…" She breathed, pushing into his touch.
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They both undid his jeans and removed his boxers, making them both naked before each other. His eyes roamed freely over her blushing body. She was just as exquisite as he had imagined her to be. There were many nights that he'd fantasize about this very moment and none of them would ever come close to having Rory here… before him… in the naked flesh.
He kissed her gently this time… rather lovingly.
His fingers reached her center once again, easily slipping a finger inside, making her beg for release, but it never came…
"Jess…" She called out, her voice clearly that of yearning.
He smirked and she could tell that he was enjoying his new found hold over her a little too much.
"Wait." He encouraged quietly.
He laid her down on the bed, kissing her on the lips for some time before he kissed every inch of her body… and before he went down on her.
She had come to a conclusion: Jess was a teaser – a big huge teaser. The things he did… he wasn't even there yet and he was already making her feel things she had never in her life experienced. His kisses, his suckles… he stumbled upon yet another pleasure spot… after his lips and tongue journeyed down her abdomen, played with her belly button, his lips tested out an unlikely place… he suckled every thing in the vicinity of her hipbone and the feeling tingled her spine, tingled her insides. It felt amazing, but then, when she didn't think it could bet any better than this… he was there…
This feeling was new to her, a definite first. He was so unashamedly talented. His finger… his tongue… Within minutes she writhed underneath him.
When the clouds finally cleared, she forced herself to open her eyes. She took hold of him, pulling him up so he lay beside her. He propped his head up with his elbow, letting her nestle her head in the crook of his arm as she held him close to her.
"You okay?" He whispered into her hair.
He felt her nod a yes.
He smoothed her hair and then lifted her chin to make her look at him. She could see the lust in his eyes and slowly her arousal increased yet again. He kissed her deeply once more only this time she could taste herself. Definitely weird, but strangely tantalizing.
"I want-" He whispered huskily in her ear, "-inside you Rory."
She nodded slightly and pulled him into an open mouthed kiss.
He moved over her, settling between her legs, making sure she was comfortable first. His arousal slid between her moist folds, readying it for the journey inside. Her wetness coated him nicely and when she seemed to be enjoying this particular action so he continued to thrust outside of her. They had never went this far before. And Rory couldn't remember the reason why they hadn't. It felt fucking spectacular.
He slowly entered her, taking all the time she needed to adjust to him being inside her. He heard her say that it hurt, but knew from experience that it wouldn't be long before it got better for her. She felt a sharp blinding pain as he broke through. She didn't even know she was tearing until Jess had wiped her eyes.
"You-… you want me to stop?" He asked her gently, concerned.
"No… Yes. I mean… just stop for a minute."
"Okay."
Jess started to involuntarily quiver from the strain on his arms. They had stopped for more than a minute and he was stuck in an awkward position, not wanting to move for Rory's sake.
Then unexpectedly she thrust up, sliding him deeper into her. And though the pain was still lingering with every thrust she initiated, the pleasure of him inside, pressing deliciously against a part of her that she had no idea existed, overpowered the pain. Drunk with bliss. Drunk with love. Drunk with Jess…
Slowly he started to move with her, her heat engulfing the whole of him. Her tightness lessened with every drive. Every guy loves the virgin tightness, but she was ungodly tight. It was almost suffocating at first. In the back of his mind, he wondered why he hadn't use two fingers earlier.
"Ah shit…" He muttered, slowing their movement to a complete halt. He kept as still as he possibly could. "I… fuuuck."
"What?"
"Don't move."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Because I'm about to come Rory."
Rory suppressed a smile, and being Rory, she accidentally... moved.
"Rory… shhit."
She felt him jerk inside of her with a wave of warmness in her belly and she froze. And she felt him do the same.
Her wide eyes danced around the shed, confused and amused at this strange predicament.
He didn't look at her. His face was still hiding, cuddling in the cranny of her neck. She could feel his lips curve into a smirk against her skin. She knew he was embarrassed and her tiny movements from desperately holding in a laugh weren't helping either.
He slowly lifted himself out and off of her and lay down beside her. His eyes stubbornly shut groping around for a pillow to cover his face with it.
Was she supposed to say something first?
Some time later, pulling the blanket up to cover herself, she turned on her side to watch him. For the longest, neither said a word.
"Jess? You asleep?" She tentatively ran a finger up and down his shoulder. Her lips turned up in a playful grin thinking a silly thought about how guys roll over and go to sleep. She wanted to ask him if he wanted a cigarette.
"No." In their long moment of silence, Jess' voice grew hoarse.
"You okay?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" She asked stupidly.
"You know what? Don't humor me."
"It's okay… we could… try again another time."
"This was your first time. It shouldn't have been like this."
"Jess. I don't care about stupid stuff like that. It was still perfect. Everything was perfect. It will go in the books as perfect." She heard a muffled laugh. "Besides this was your first time too. I heard first times are always awkward."
Guilt bit into him at her words. Besides this was your first time too.
God damn.
"Jess?"
"Yeah?" He muttered into the pillow.
She sensed something, but didn't know what exactly. He was being suspiciously quiet. She grabbed the pillow from his face so she could read his eyes and that's when it became abundantly clear to her.
They never talked about him sleeping with Shane.
"What?" He didn't like the way she was studying him. She can't read him. Why is she even trying?
"This is your first time right? I mean… you said that time with that girl in New York, you never fin-"
He could have easily had said yes, but something in him didn't want to lie to her. And that something could be attributed to the intimacy of the moment.
"I know my recent display would say otherwise, but-"
"But you said…" She didn't know her heart could actually break into a million pieces. "Oh god," it came out as a sad whisper, "Shane."
Slowly she started to back away from him and when he reached to stop her she quickly jerked away and stood up completely naked and vulnerable before him. But she didn't care.
Whatever possessed him to tell her this right now or at all was a complete mystery to him. Did sex with her make him want to tell her truths? Share stuff with her that he would never share with her under normal circumstances? Why the hell did he tell her that? Dumbfuck!
"Look lets just forget it. It's not important."
Flabbergasted, Rory grabbed his shirt and pulled it over her head. She stood up with her arms folded and glared at him. "Not Important?"
Jess sighed and sat up. "Rory, calm-"
"I'm sorry but we are not forgetting this. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I did tell you."
"Before I slept with you."
"Why? Would it have made a difference?"
"Yes." She bit out quickly, not really meaning it. "I can't believe this is happening."
"Geez. It's not that big a deal." What would make it a big deal was the fact that Shane wasn't his first either. More like his eighth if he remembered correctly.
Rory's eyes widened at his nerve. "It's not that big a deal? This is a huge deal Jess."
"It's not like I was sleeping with her while we were going out."
"God it's not that! It- it's the principle of it!"
He reached for her again, seeing her backing away from him.
"No. Don't… touch me."
"Rory. Don't do this."
"You did this." She started to frantically search the room for her undergarments.
Jess had no choice but to just sit back and watch and wait to see if this whole thing could blow over in five seconds.
"God. You were with her for like two seconds." She said almost talking to herself as she zipped up her jeans and slid her feet into her slippers.
Jess slipped on his boxers and sat at the edge of the bed with his head hanging limply in his hands.
Once she was completely dressed she stood before him with her arms crossed against her chest, wanting to comfort herself.
"How many times?"
His head shot up and he looked at her with confused eyes. "What?"
"How many times?"
"I- I don't know Rory." How many times in one day? Is that what she was asking?
"That many huh?" Boy did she look angry. "Jesus Jess. You were with her for what was it? Two weeks? And then you dumped her!"
"Rory-"
"You're a pig!"
"Ah Christ." Did he really have to explain this to her? "She wasn't my girlfriend Rory. She was just… there." Wow, he must've stuck a cord. He didn't like the new look on her face. An updated version of her withering stare and it wasn't pretty. Would it help any if he told her he was picturing her the whole time?
Yep. Probably not.
"That makes it even worse. Were you fuck buddies or something?!"
Jess just stared up at her, wondering if there was any way out of this. Lies always found their way back to bite him in the ass.
What did she want him to say?
"So tell me, did you sleep with her that first day you went out with her."
Jess sighed heavily, guilty, though he said nothing.
She went for the door and he bolted up ready to go after her.
"Don't leave. Not like this," he pleaded. She never heard him sound so desperate.
She stopped momentarily, contemplating staying or leaving.
She decided to leave.
"Rory- it's pouring outside. You'll get sick."
"I don't want to be around you right now," she said quietly.
"Look… you stay here and… I'll leave."
Her back still at him, she stepped away from the door and focused on the falling rain outside the window, her mouth set in a straight line.
"Okay."
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