Disclaimer: I've written this so many times now, it's wearing me down to repeat it… I DON'T OWN THEM… (Big sob…) Or The Sweetest Thing´…
Self-pity can be the Trigger
Rory leaned in and kissed him lightly on his mouth.
"I'm not gonna leave you!"
He was quite for a long time.
"Everybody does eventually." he then sighed, and she noticed a tear in the edge of his eye.
She threw herself into his arms and crashed her lips into his, and kissed him passionately. Her hands were stroking his hair, his cheeks, and his back. Their tongues were wrestling, neither ever able to get the upper hand. His hands were on her body again, trying to touch every part of her, as if she would fade away in an instant. They were both breathing heavily as they withdrew from the kiss, and she locked her eyes with his immediately.
"I won't."
Immediately after her promise they linked their lips again. His arms were around her, and his hands stroking her hair and back. She was nuzzling his hair, in a comforting manner. His hands started roaming, and suddenly he found himself stroking the small of her back under her shirt, and cupping a breast.
He smiled into the kiss as she attacked the buttons in his favorite Hawaii-shirt, her talents certainly didn't include the art of undressing a guy. He stood up from the couch, and saw a look of terror in her eyes as he did so. But when he bend down and lifted her from the couch, the look quickly vaporized, and as he carried her towards her room it was exchanged with pure bliss.
He gently laid her down on the bed, and stood over her while looking at her for a second. Then he removed his shirt and t-shirt and stretched out on top of her, his lips immediately finding hers as soon as he was in the proximity of them. His hands reached down to the hem of her shirt and he tugged it up, and over her head. He chucked it over his shoulder, before letting his hands explore her body again.
As he touched her stomach, and let his hand stroke across the skin just over her pants, she moaned into his mouth. The sound almost drove him crazy.
Her hand where in his hair again, and the terror she had felt when he stood up, and she thought that he would leave her, had completely disappeared. Now all she felt was the thrill of his hands on her body. The caresses that he placed seemed to linger, even long after his hands had moved on. It felt like being touched by a thousand stray hands. She heard moaning, and didn't even realize that it was herself that was making the noise.
Her hands demanded action too; they started to wander his body. Without his shirt, his upper body felt warm and silky to her touch. His muscles flexed under her fingers, and he groaned before starting to unbutton her pants. Her fingers followed, as a reflection of his, and proceeded to unbutton his pants as well.
It only took seconds before both pairs were on the floor. Everywhere his skin felt soft and smooth. And as her hands danced over his stomach, and they moaned softly into each others mouths, she felt an overwhelming happiness spreading from the pit of her stomach. And as the last of their clothes hit the floor, and he thrust inside her, she felt it grow. It grew bigger, till every fiber of her body was filled with it, till she felt like she was going to well over.
As he woke up he felt confused at first, it wasn't his room, and what he saw in the window wasn't his view. Then he noticed the weight that was pinning his arm to the bed. He turned his head and saw Rory, lying in his arm, wearing nothing but a content look. And then what happened the night before hit him. They had slept together, he hadn't wanted it to happen just yet, but now it had. He looked at her face as she slept, and felt nothing but warmth. He didn't regret a thing, now he just had to make sure that she didn't either.
He gently moved her head from his arm and sat up, trying to disturb her as little as possible. His eyes skimmed the floor for his boxers, and after finding them and putting them on, he left the room to make coffee. After putting on the coffee, he went to turn on some music and as he hit to power button Lauryn Hill blasted out into the room.
The sweetest thing I've ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
The soft caress of happiness´
He smiled at the thought of the irony, and poured the coffee. Still smiling he turned to go to her room, but there she was, standing in the door, wearing his Excuse me for not being Jewish´-t-shirt and smiling at him.
She smiled as the smell of fresh coffee hit her nose; she had been awake since he left the room. She had just been lying there, listening to him moving around in her dorm, and enjoying the scent of him in her sheets.
She heard him turn on the stereo, and shortly after Lauryn Hills soft voice filled the room. Paris must have left her make-out-music on, because The Sweetest Thing´ blasted from the speakers.
The sweetest thing I've ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
The soft caress of happiness´
Every line reminded her of what had happened the night before, and she suddenly felt the urge to kiss her gorgeous boyfriend. She jumped out of bed, and put on the first article of clothing she found. It turned out to be Finns t-shirt.
She half-ran to the door, and opened it. And there he was on his way to her door, and watching him; she barely noticed the two steaming coffee cups in his hands.
Just a she started moving towards him the doorbell rang, and not leaving her with his eyes he sat down the coffee.
"I'll get that." he went to the door and opened it.
She caught eye of the coffee, and took one of the cups as he opened the door. He made her coffee! What a guy…
He stood outside her door as the music started, and he couldn't help but smile. It reminded him of the night they had gone to that Chinese-place, or more accurately, what had happened later that night, after he had climbed in her window. He was still smiling as he rang the doorbell, but the smile quickly faded when the door opened.
Makes me argue just to see
How much you're in love with me
See like a queen, a queen upon her throne´
She was standing in the middle of the room, his queen, with a coffee cup in her hands. He could see her when he looked past Finns shoulder. She wasn't even looking at him; she was too busy with the coffee. She turned a bit, and he could see the print on the t-shirt she was wearing. It was Finns; he was the only one with such an appalling sense of humor.
And then his glance moved back to Finn, he was in the doorway with a surprised expression, still one hand on the knob. He was close to naked, wearing nothing but boxers. Finn in boxers, Rory in Finns shirt?
Before he even thought about it his hand was hitting Finns face, it gave him a strange satisfaction to see the blood spray from Finns nose. But immediately after, it gave him a sour taste in his mouth as Finn stumbled to the floor. He had come to make peace with her, not to pound her new boyfriend, his own best friend. The sound finally made Rory look up from her coffee. He gave her a sad look before he turned on his heals and left.
She heard a thumb as something landed on the floor, and it made her turn to the door. Finn was sitting on the floor, with blood on his face. Her gaze traveled upwards and she locked eyes with Logan, he was standing in the door with a sad look in his eyes. After she looked at him he turned on his heel, and left her standing there completely amazed.
I get mad when you walk away
(Don't walk away from me)´
Her insides bubbled with rage as she kneeled down next to Finn, his nose was bleeding, but it didn't seem like it was too bad. He was cursing loudly, and wishing really bad things for Logan.
"That bloody idiot!" Finn yelled out "Good thing this didn't happen while you two were dating, I guess he would have killed me then."
She didn't know what to say, and instead of saying anything she helped him up, and went to turn of the music. The song was now getting on her nerves. She took her coffee cup from where she had put it down, and gave him his. They both sat down on the couch, and quietly drained their cups. Then Finn got up.
"Now that didn't go as I hoped it would." he smiled at her "I have to talk to him. If he can't except that we're together, we can't be friends anymore."
He took her hand and tugged her to her feet and into his arms. He kissed her lightly, almost not touching her lips.
"No," Rory said it quietly "He just reacted like that because of the situation. Give him one more chance."
He looked her over with an examination look. She saw his eyes cloud over, and before she could say anything, he let go of her and started to back away from her.
"So that's what it comes down to," he spat "who's the alpha male? Who's able to be the big provider and protector?"
He turned around and left the room.
Even before he left, he knew he was wrong. He had no reason to shout at her, he was just taking his anger with Logan out on her, but he still stormed out the door. He went to his dorm, and passed a shocked Colin without saying a word. He entered his room and collapsed on his bed. He was staring into the sealing when Colin entered his room, and he felt, more than really saw Colin sit down on his desk chair.
"Sooo," Colin said in a suggesting voice.
"What, so what." Finn moaned.
Colin recognized the look he had on his face, it was the Fuck-I-just-screwed-up-big-time´ look, and when Finn was sporting that look he needed help.
"You know it might help to talk about it." Colin said.
"Not with you," Finn said, but Colin could hear that he was about to crack.
"Then who do you need to talk to?" he pushed.
"I don't even know where to start," Finn sighed.
"Don't worry," Colin said in a mock old person voice "Tell Uncle Colin everything, and then I'll help you figure it all out."
He told Colin everything, and afterwards they just sat there for a while. None of them knew what to say.
"Wow," it was all Colin could say.
"Now that's not much help, is it?" Finn said frustrated. His friend was normally really good in these situations, and he gave good advice.
"It's not. But I don't know what you should do; lay low for a while is my best suggestion. Allow Logan to have some time to get used to the idea of you and Rory, and talk to her, say you're sorry." Colin shook his head "You really messed up this time. She wasn't about to leave you, and then you blew up at her."
"What do you mean she wasn't about to leave me? How do you know?" Finn spat.
"Don't kill me for uttering his name," Colin smiled his normal sarcastic smile "but I talked to Logan. He told me that he went to see her Sunday night, he told her that he wanted her back, he kissed her, and… Hold your breath, she bit him."
Finn looked at him directly for the first time since he came into the room.
"Sorry if I don't find it amusing that my friend kissed my girlfriend."
"You're missing the point my friend," Colin got up and walked to the door "she bit him. Does that sound like something she would do if she wanted him back?"
Colin left the room, and Finn was alone to struggle with his torn feelings.
She just stood there, she heard the door slam, and now she was looking at the closed door. What the fuck just happened? Why did he leave her? She saw the knob turn, and ran to the door expecting to see Finn outside. But when the door opened it was only Paris.
"Morning Gilmore," she looked at Finns t-shirt "That's quite okay; I don't hold it against you."
She sniggered at her own joke, but when Rory didn't give a quick retard, she looked at her more furrow.
"What's the matter Rory? You look like someone drowned your puppy."
Rory's eyes wouldn't answer to her anymore, and the tears welled up in them. And as she started to cry, Paris looked shocked, and then she opened her arms and embraced Rory. In the comfort of her arms, she calmed down a little. And after a cup of coffee she told Paris the whole story.
"Wow," Paris was stunned "I think I said this once before, but men really tend to go crazy around you, huh."
"You're just jealous!"
They looked at each other for a second, and then they both had to succumb to the laughter that shook through their bodies. She fell quiet and thought about Finn for a moment. Paris got up and went to the kitchenette, she was back I a minute, and put a fresh cup of coffee in front of her.
"He'll come back, don't worry, just give him time."
Paris' voice sounded so secure, that even Rory believed her.