AN: Thank you to all the readers that have stuck with this story. A special thank you goes out to Nancy, cloclo288 and those who have taken the time to post some very kind reviews. I hope to post much more frequently than I have in the last couple years! Your support really helps! It's encouraging to know that this story is appreciated. Thanks!

To set the mood for this chapter, listen to Night Moves by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band. The first 4 verses were very inspirational to me here. ;)

3.06b Park and Parcel

The next day when Rory, with boyfriend in tow,
Came into the diner, poor Jess she snubbed. So,
Just ere did the sunset the day's last light bend,
Jess swung by the house of his eager girlfriend.

They drove up the hill to Belleville's crop field
Which did, in the distance, a view to them yield
Of Larson's dock over the twinkling blue pond,
Location of which he'd grown rather fond.

Shane kicked off her shoes as Jess cut the engine.
She slid to his side and got his attention.
She fit then into the crook of his arm
And Jess set his lips to maximum-charm.

She gathered his collar in two sexy grips
And found Jess's own with plump, silky lips.
The two kissed a bit. Things started to heat.
So then Jess suggested the comfy back seat.

Her giggle gasped out, a breathy response,
As tried she to feign a cool nonchalance,
As different it was to be out alone
Where no one was likely, events, to postpone.

But Jess was all right. He'd never once forced
An action or deed Shane hadn't endorsed.
With added persuasion, she fin'ly agreed.
Then, to the back seat, let Jess take the lead.

Then once more did Shane come into his arms
And Jess wondered who was under whose charms.
Her fingers ran 'round to nape of his neck.
Her lips on his jaw made mind-numbing trek.

The nape of her own did hint sandalwood
Which Jess now decided was better than good,
As took he, in lips, the delicate globe
Of sensitive flesh of Shane's left ear lobe.

Her bouncy blond curls then tickled his nose.
His hands glided over the folds of her clothes
And rounded the back of her denim stovepipes
To lazily circle in slow-moving swipes.

The girl that he held was sexy and cute.
The way that she kissed him was tempting to boot!
(And Rory, with Dean, was biding her time
Though Jess found that fact without reason or rhyme.)

Shane tilted her head and kissed him again
So he gave his all to kissing his Shane.
And focussed on where, himself, he did find
While forcing rogue thoughts right out of his mind.

His hand ventured 'neath her sweet peasant blouse,
Just creeping along like a silent church mouse,
And, feeling the skin of her delicate waist,
It then, to her bra clasp, a lazy trail traced.

As both did now seem succumbing to pleasure,
Applied he to shoulder a slight, subtle pressure.
But stirred she in arms and then, on his chest,
She, almost discreetly, but solidly pressed.

She shifted her weight. Said Shane, "Jess, I've never—"
Her voice then, with speech, all ties sought to sever.
His kisses gave pause for eyebrows to raise.
Was sex what she'd meant when starting that phrase?

The truth on her face he thought that he read.
Then, "Oh," he replied and nodded his head.
For meaningful second he stopped for a breather.
In secret, the truth was that he hadn't either.

"It's only some kisses," then pled honeyed Jess,
Returning with lips to offer caress.
She let him lean in and shivered a bit.
His voice had a beauty, set fires alit.

Just right were the words that came from him next.
His tone said much more than did his short text.
"You promise me nothing." He'd stop when he must.
"Don't worry," he added and, that, did she trust.

Despite her own nerves her pulse grew to pound
His voice sometimes made a glorious sound!
In times such as this, it took on a trait
To give his words heart, sincerity, weight.

Yes, often it seemed his thoughts were elsewhere,
But Jess made her feel so she just didn't care.
Redemption, it seemed, he often could seek
When, 'neath his facade, he offered her peek.

She couldn't deny the kind of attraction
She felt for this boy. It set her in action.
She closed off the gap and lead in a kiss,
Desires, in which, the boy couldn't miss.

Then somehow he loosened the bra at the back.
(Relied he on luck much more than a knack.)
And then her shirt, skyward, discretely was shifted
Then, over her head, ineptly was lifted.

And Jess kissed her lips, his mind moving slow,
While wondering, really, how far this would go.
Accepting objections must morals equip.
But radar, this time, did not pick up one blip.

The straps of her bra were subtly nudged.
Lo, scraps of that fabric were easily budged!
That this might be wrong, were worries restrained.
Desires and strong curiosity reigned.

Her own frisky fingers were starting to grip
And soon, from his body, his shirt did she strip.
Her actions produced a balanced equation.
Whatever she wanted he'd rise to occasion.

If she wished for stopping, she'd need just say, "Stop."
His fingers found Shane in loss of her top
So, barring the voicing of that little word,
Would Jess let himself proceed undeterred.

A long sleepless night, did Clotho endure
So savory snack she thought to procure.
Though covers and cushions were comfy and cozy,
To kitchen instead, the Fate set to mosey.

The light in their office had someone left lit
So Clotho went in to take care of it.
A double-take then, she suddenly had:
A sight that, so good, became very bad!

She couldn't control them with telekinesis
So Clotho ran 'round to sleeping Lachesis.
She shook her quite roughly, her sleep to break up.
"You have to do something! Lachesis wake up!"

"Oh what is the matter?" the roused Fate complained.
Then urgency, on her, from Sister, was rained,
"Come look here at Jess and Shane in his car!
I think things are going a little too far!"

The windows fogged up with all of their steam
To give them their privacy, so it would seem.
And they were alone in their own little world
Until, with a tap, illusions unfurled.

"Oh shit!" they both cried in true unison
And scrambled to put their clothing back on
Since someone had tapped upon the car's glass.
A light, through steamed window, attempted to pass.

She hadn't the time for fixing her bra.
Besides, where it went, the girl never saw.
Instead, she gave focus to donning her shirt.
To some state of order, they tried to revert.

And just to ensure their plans were aborted,
The constable's car, the whole drive, escorted.
Beneath watchful eye, then Jess, his car, steered
In Shane's home's direction. The two Fates then cheered.

In all the commotion, Atropos awoke
And sought out her Sisters, while drawing her cloak.
Inside of the office, Atropos then glanced
And caught sight of Sisters, as both of them danced.

Regarding upheaval she, to them, called out,
"So what's this disaster you're both on about?"
Atropos came up to stand side-by-side
With both elder Sisters. Lachesis replied,

"Just now, in his car, were Jess and his Shane
And they, some experience, sought out to gain.
The two were progressing with gentle cajole.
Thank Gods that we've got it now under control!"

She looked down on earth and saw now that Jess
Was stopping his car at Shane's home address.
Atropos then pouted with dissatisfaction.
"I cannot believe I missed all the action!"

AN: Thank you for reading! I don't think this is too much for the rating. What do you think?