The phone rang loudly as Rory sat with her feet perched on the edge of the couch. She was reading an article someone asked her to check and almost didn't notice the noise. She looked up from the paper and smiled as she noticed the name.

"How goes the packing?" She asked.

"I am done," Jess sighed in relief. "Everything I need that is coming with me is packed. Everything that is moving to Truncheon is packed. It's finished."

"That's great!" Rory exclaimed. "Does that mean you're coming soon?"

"Soon," he answered and she pouted. "I just have to move it out of here and meet with some people..."

"Yeah, yeah," she laughed. "When can I see you again?"

Rory could hear his smirk on the other end. "Anxious, are we?"

"I miss you," she answered simply.

"Tomorrow," he finally answered the question.

"Tomorrow!" She said excitedly.

"It's not a promise but its looking pretty good," he told her.

"Oh my god," she smiled. Rory couldn't help the beam that spread across her face as she imagined seeing him again in twenty-four hours.

It had been a week since Jess had left for Philadelphia. He left two days after Lorelai, Luke and Evan had gone to clear put the apartment. Ever since, he'd been back and forth from talking to Matt and Chris about one of them taking it and packing.

"Matt and Chris also told me they sent you back a new copy of my book," he casually added.

She gasped. "Does that mean - ?"

"Yep," she heard the smile in his voice.

"I'm your editor?" Rory sat up straight on the couch."I get to edit your new book?"

"That's what they tell me," Jess told her, smile still in place. "They want to get the book out already so honestly, I think they were willing for anyone who wasn't me."

"But they picked me," she said.

"You're the only one who offered," he pointed out.

Rory laughed. "I'll take it."

"You better," he said. "I'll never hear the end of it if even my girlfriend quits on me."

"I won't, I promise," she replied. "Jess...this is amazing."

"Its just a book," he said as if it were nothing.

"Its not just a book," she refused to let him let it slide. "Its your fourth book - novel. Jess, I'm so proud of you."

"I had you to inspire it," he half-whispered then rose his voice. "You...you were always there for me, supporting me being more."

"And look what happened," she teased.

"I know and really, Ror, thanks," Jess admitted.

"You don't have to thank me," she told him. "I didn't actually do anything. I just didn't give up on you."

He let out a small laugh on the other side of the phone. "Then thanks for that."

"You're welcome," she smiled. "I'm wondering something though. Why send me a new copy?"

"I may have told them you probably don't want to write and cross out on the first printed copy," Jess confessed.

"I didn't even think of that," she gasped. "You're right, I wouldn't want to! I actually plan on framinig that copy."

"No framing," he scolded.

"Mean," she pouted.

"And no pouting," he said. "I can almost hear the lower lip come out."

Rory stopped her pout and sighed. "I really don't understand how you can know what I'm doing over the phone."

"There's always something else we can do on the phone," he mused.

"Like what?" She thought for a moment then it clicked. "Oh, no. We're not."

"Could be fun," he teased.

"How about this?" She countered. "Work harder then get your ass back here for the real thing."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied dutifully. After a few seconds of silence, he broke it. "So what are you wearing?"

"Gutter mind," she accused then answered. "Tank top and sweatpants. Commando, though."

"Fuck," he said in a throaty voice.

"Oh my gosh, my mom is calling me!" She lied and smirked at her own teasing. "Got to go!"

"Rory!" He said as she laughed. "I'll be there tomorrow."

"Good," she nodded. "See you tomorrow."

Now she really heard the smile in his voice. "See you tomorrow."

...

The next day Rory came home early from work. There was still no sign of Jess yet so she decided to relax before she let any negative thoughts kick in. She ran warm water for a bath and grabbed The Subsect.

When the tub was filled, she climbed in and closed her eyes. It had seemed like a long day. The only reason she left early was she worked ten times harder while she was there. The big bosses had allowed her to leave early because they'd definitely beat a deadline.

Rory opened her eyes and sighed. She was exhausted and she missed her boyfriend. She grabbed the book off the sink and with now dry hands, careful of the old book, she flipped through the pages. Settling on chapter ten, she started to read one of her favorite passages.

She wasn't sure how long exactly she'd been in the tub when she heard the front door open. Quickly, Rory half-jumped pit of the tub and put her book back on the sink. She dried herself as fast as possible and threw a robe on and walked out into the apartment.

Jess stood at the front door with a grin on his face as soon as he saw her. She couldn't help the return grin that appeared on her face. There was at least two bags, one over his shoulder and one he held in his hand. Instantly, they were thrown down and she jumped right into his arms.

"I missed you," Rory muffled into his jacket.

His arms came around her to hold her into place. "I missed you, too."

"I was worried you wouldn't be here today after all," she said when she pulled her face away.

Jess pushed the stray pieces of hair from her bun behind her ear. "I told you I would be."

"I know," she said. "But I just...I really wanted you back home."

"Me, too," he said and closed the gap between the two of them as he brought his lips to hers.

Rory made a small moan as his tongue entered her mouth and she gripped his hair tighter. He smiled as best as he could against her lips at the sound. He'd never stop loving that she made that sound for him.

They stood there for what seemed like hours just kissing. It was deep kissing but not more than that. Jess brought his hands to Rory's hair and pulled himself apart to smile at her. "I like this greeting."

"There's plenty more where that came from," she nudged him playfully.

"Oh, I know," he smirked and looked down at her.

Rory turned a deep red as she remembered she was technically naked, underneath the robe that is. "I was taking a bath."

"You mean this wasn't for me?" He teased.

"Its always for you," she replied and Jess once again kissed her.

He held her tight against him as they stood there. Rory made another sound and this time, he reacted differently. Jess broke the kiss and lifted her up as he carried her to the couch.

His own sounds escaped despite efforts not to. She smiled now, her thoughts mirroring that she liked she could do the same for him. Rory wrapped her legs around his waist, her robe riding up which made Jess put his hand on her and she gasped.

A smirk enveloped over Jess' as they each broke out of the kiss. She tried her best to mirror his smirk and moved her hand to his belt. "Two can play this."

"You can try," his whisper sent shivers all through her. "I have a head start, though."

"That's not fair," she tried to pout but his hands were moving and she cried out a sound then bit her lip to keep quiet.

His mouth hovered over hers as he spoke. "Sounds fair to me."

"Jess," she moaned out and her legs came completely untangled from around him.

"Hmm?" He said as she closed her eyes.

She made another gasp and gripped the pillow beneath her. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it," he replied and continued his work.

Minutes later, Rory pulled her robe down and tried to control her breathing. Her heart was pounding and Jess sat beside her, smirk still on his face, still also fully dressed.

"I liked that welcome," he told her as he put his arm around her and she leaned her head on him.

Rory blushed scarlet red. "That was so not the way I planned on welcoming you home."

"We can still do your way," he teased lightly. "Though not much can top watching you -"

"Shush," she put her head down. No matter how old she got, she felt like she'd never be able to talk about sex and orgasms as freely as others could.

"I forget how shy you can be," he nudged her. "I'm a little surprised, though. You know that saying - it's always the quiet ones?"

"You just like making me blush," she said automatically.

"Damn right," he kissed her quick.

"Come on," she stood up and held her hands out for him.

Jess looked at her confused. "Come on what?"

"We are doing at least one of the things I planned," Rory said.

He smirked that wonderful lopsided grin at her. "You mean you didn't plan on that?"

"Not that exactly," she laughed. "I think I had some lead up planned, too."

"What are we doing?" Jess stood up too and took her hand.

"You are going into the bathroom for me and making the water go down in the tub," she answered with another laugh.

His eyebrow raised. "And what will you be doing as I do this?"

"Getting dressed," she replied obviously.

"Why?" He asked.

"We're going out to dinner," she explained.

"Can't we stay here and you stay dressed like that?" He countered.

Rory laughed once again and shook her head. "No, sorry. Maybe I'd have considered it if we didn't get completely sidetracked first so come on."

"Wait," he said and she stopped pulling on his hand. "First, I have something for you."

Jess let go of her hand and walked over to his bags. Rory followed behind curiously as he searched through one of them and within seconds, pulled out a thick envelope and handed it to her. "What's this?"

"I told you Matt and Chris were sending you a new copy, didn't I?" He smiled as she pulled it out and saw it was the new novel.

Rory beamed with happiness. "So I'm officially your editor?"

"Yep," Jess nodded. "Don't worry, I won't take it personal when you want to change any of it."

"I doubt I'll want to change that much," she finally looked back up at him.

She continued to flip through the pages, thinking of all the words she already loved. He watched her curiously and silently happy with himself that she really loved the book. Even more than that, he was happy she loved him. "You still want to go to dinner?"

"In a minute," she said.

Jess laughed and kissed her on the side of the head. He walked to the bathroom and did his chore as told. When he came back out, Rory still stood there looking at the pages in her hand. "Ror?"

She looked up. "Right. Dinner. I'll be right back."

She kissed him quick and smiled back at him as she turned around. "Thanks, Jess."

"For what?" He wondered.

Rory held up the envelope. "For letting me do this. Most people wouldn't want their girlfriends reading it, let alone editing it."

Jess shrugged. "Its no big deal."

"Yes, it is," she smiled again and turned into the bedroom.

...

It has been days since Jess had returned home. Since then, Matt and Chris had come down and brought the remaining of his stuff for the apartment. There wasn't much besides clothes and books. The rest that was kept was going into his old room at Truncheon.

During that time, Matt had met Marissa, Rory's friend from the campaign. They were all having dinner one night and both guys both now were single so they had no objections to meeting someone new. Before they left, Chris told Jess about Matt not returning to the hotel after dinner. That was how they knew.

It was nearing close to Christmas now and Rory still hadn't figured out the right gift for Jess. She had the day off, another editor was in today so she used the opportunity to slip away to look for something.

Rory found an old bookstore with an upstairs and searched up and down the aisles. What could you get for the guy who not only had almost all the books he could possibly want but worked in a bookstore as well? Nothing seemed right and she was growing frustrated.

Sighing, she pulled out her phone. Rory felt guilty for only calling in need of advice but she wasn't sure what else to do. She searched her contacts for the familiar number and heard the ring on the other side.

"Hello?" An almost annoyed voice said.

Rory took a deep breath. "Hey, Paris."

"Rory?" Paris asked. "I didn't know it was you."

"I guessed from your tone you might not have," Rory joked.

"What's going on?" She asked curiously. "You and the boyfriend having trouble again?"

"No, we're good," she couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face.

To be honest, Rory had almost forgotten that during her and Jess' time apart, she had told Paris. It was easy for her to forget things that happened then. She wasn't proud of it or what she had said to help make it happen either.

"You are?" She asked and Rory replied a yes. "Well, that's good. Because you two have done the on-off thing, though more off than on, really. But its about time you pick an official decision."

"We have," she smiled bigger. "We're actually officially living together now. He sold his place in Philadelphia."

"Wow," Paris replied, impressed. "So its like really serious."

Rory nodded. "I'd say so. We've been together five months."

"Has it been that long already?" Paris whistled. "I remember a certain phone call months ago where you said you went to visit him."

"Right, that," she remembered her trip to Philly in the summer after they kissed outside of Luke's. "That seems so long ago."

"You never call without a reason," she remarked.

"Sometimes I do," she defended but instantly felt guilty. With her work and Paris taking over the world along with having a family, it was hard to stay in better contact these past years.

Paris grew impatient. "Maybe I'll come visit your little town on Christmas. I did come on Thanksgiving after all."

"That's be really nice," she agreed. "We could catch up. Away from family and significant others."

She imagined a smile on her friend's face despite her usual scowl. "That does sound pretty nice."

"Actually, I'd like to invite you to Hartford on Christmas eve if you'd like to come, that is," Rory said.

"Hartford?" Paris wondered.

"To my grandma's," she corrected. "My grandparents always had a Christmas party and this is the first year my grandmother is doing one again after...after losing grandpa."

Paris is quiet for a moment, remembering how Rory was after Richard's death. She remembered being there for her days upon days and helping her through the funeral. "Emily wants me to come?"

"She loves you," Rory answered. She wasn't sure of who her grandmother wanted to come but she figured she wouldn't mind seeing Paris.

"Well, okay," she said. "If Emily doesn't mind..."

"But only because of Emily?" Rory asked.

"You're cocky for a best friend who needs to visit," Paris accused.

"I know," Rory shook her head. "And I will. I promise."

"I'll come," she confirmed. "But that's not the whole reason you called, is it?"

"No, not exactly," she shifted her feet. "I need a present for Jess. And what do you get the guy who can get every book in the world?"

"I'll have to think about it," she replied. "But maybe you don't get him a book after all."

"What do you mean?" She scrunched her face. "Jess isn't really a worldly possessions kind of guy."

"Yeah but he's a guy nonetheless," she pointed out. "Your guy. Maybe get him something else."

She pouted. "I'm not really sure what to get him."

"Oh, please, Gilmore," Paris sighed. "You've been in love with the guy for god knows how long and you don't know what to get him?"

She blew out a breath as she thought. "I guess I never really thought of getting him something else."

Rory roamed the aisles in the store, catching sight of many titles she knew Jess had in his collection already. She spotted Franny and Zoey and smiled as she thought of his margin notes in her old copy. She wondered where that copy had ended up.

"Paris, I have to ask you something," Rory bit her lip and stopped her walk.

"Ask away," she offered.

"Do you remember back in senior year of college when you hid my books in the library?" She asked.

Paris' tone seemed confused when she next spoke. "Yeah, why?"

"You said my copies had some idiot's writings in the margins," she added.

Paris laughed a very Paris-like laugh. "Oh, right. I remember reading some of them. You know, its kind of funny because when I read it sounded a lot like...oh."

"Yeah," Rory only said.

"Those were Jess' notes?" Paris asked. "He was the idiot who wrote in the classics?"

She nodded. "He used to borrow my books and comment on stuff in them. His thoughts on scenes, his interpretation of this and that. Sometimes, he wrote me little notes, too but that was only after we started dating."

"No wonder I saw some sappy stuff in there," Paris mused.

"What sappy stuff?" Rory got defensive. She didn't remember Jess writing antring sappy in them.

"I saw a few comments about blue eyes," she answered. "Asking if this scene or that scene was too risqué for you. I think there was something about kissing, too."

Rory reddened and ducked her head so no one in the store would see her blush. "I must not have noticed those ones."

"If I knew that's who wrote in the books, I'd never have gotten rid of them," Paris confessed.

"Thank you," she said with a sad smile. "They're long gone now, though."

"Maybe not exactly," Paris said.

"What do you mean?" She wondered out loud.

"Not too long after I got rid of them, I got a call," Paris explained. "It was the Yale library. They said they looked through the books I sent in and found a fair amount of swearing written in the margins. They didn't want to hold them so they sent me them back."

"What?" Rory half-yelled. Few customers and an employee turned to look at her.

"I actually still have them," she admitted. "I wasn't sure if I should tell you but after you insisted on looking for them, I knew I couldn't give them away either."

"Where are they?" She asked.

"Don't worry, Gilmore," she morphed into the usual Paris tone Rory knew so well. "I'll bring them when I come for the party."

"Thanks," Rory said. "You know, this has actually given me an idea for a present."

"Oh?" Paris questioned. "And what would it be?"

"You'll see," she said vaguely with a smile on her face.

A/N: Sorry to end it there! I actually had a different planned for the chapter end but the more I thought of, the more I really needed this Paris scene in here! The next chapter will have it, I hope, unless inspiration hits on something else because I want it to be the ending of it :)

And what do you think? Sexy lit, sweet lit, and then Paris thrown in! I hope you like!