AN: For Christmas (even though it's currently April ;) ) I thought I'd bring out the extra fluff! I Hope you enjoy it!
3.09c A Literati Christmas
Outside, a harsh winter did bustle along.
A stroll through the snow would not last too long.
But Jess held her close and gave her a thrill
That warmed her right up, in spite of the chill.
The freshly-plowed streets, they wandered a bit
With her much amazed how well she could fit
In that cozy crook of Jess's fine shoulder
And how good it felt to have his arm hold her.
But lacking they were in natural light,
As fast was approaching the darkness of night.
When Jess blew on hand to once warm it up,
She knew it was time they each held a cup.
So, back at her place, they stepped out of snow
And promised she him a hot cup of joe.
This evening as well did further inspire
A cuddle in front of a crackling fire.
The two cuddled up on the couch as they'd planned.
She grabbed the remote and some channels she scanned.
And, then, a success: a program was chosen.
A smile on her face was instantly frozen.
"The Fire Channel, Rory?" he asked, lightly teasing,
The humour within it, so readily seizing.
"But you have a fireplace right over there!
A channel, with that, could never compare!"
But Rory replied, declining admissions,
"I never would mock your family's traditions!
And this one is ours, my mother's and mine.
We've long, by it, sworn and we've turned out fine!"
Since they, from upstairs, could hear her mom walking,
The two settled in for, mostly, just talking
But Jess's hand drew some lazy long tracks
So chastely along the lap of her slacks.
Then Rory their mugs did place on the table
And, turning away from their channel, on cable,
She leaned into Jess and gave him a kiss
And, starting points, Jess did never once miss.
His fingers then trailed the front of her neck,
Delighting in inches along that fine trek,
And, as wanting fingers did dip ever lower,
His kisses grew deeper but just slightly slower.
And what Rory did affected him more so.
Her fingers did travel the length of his torso.
Then felt he the tips of her fingers ensnare
His heart and his breath by the grasp of his hair.
Her kiss, a bit rough, would leave the boy dazed.
That she had it in her could leave him amazed
But Jess had soon learned, since they'd begun dating,
No Gilmore was under in his estimating.
"Merry Christmas," she murmured and kissed him again,
Recalling a task, then, that yet did remain.
And then her lips parted to let out a gasp.
Her hands, she pulled from him to, each other, clasp.
"The gifts!" she exclaimed and then leaned away
So Jess feared an end to their amorous play.
She laughed at his eyes—they widened a bit—
And how he reached out to, no passage, permit.
With sultry low lashes and fine puckered lip,
Then Jess murmured lowly and wryly did quip,
"But gifts are what I have been trying to give…"
His eyes said, their kisses, his mind did relive.
He leaned in to her until Rory giggled
And, from his embrace, she tenderly wriggled
And then she bounced off to rush to the tree
Where two lonely presents remained faithfully.
She picked up both parcels—a gift bag and box—
And bounded right back to her clever young fox.
The presents she placed, alongside the couch
And then on the cushion she, perky, did crouch.
Jess looked at the parcels with slightest dilation.
The presence of two begat slow trepidation.
Confused now he was with what could now be.
"These can't both be gifts you're giving to me."
"They both are most certainly destined for you.
Of gifts that I'm giving, this year you get two.
Well rather, the first one is yours. To be fair,
The second is something, in secret, we'll share."
She gave him the box to urge it's unveiling
While naughtiest thoughts, on Jess, were assailing.
While grateful he was for this, his first gift,
The wonder of second did fantasy lift!
Then Jess shook his head to scatter those thoughts.
He tugged at the ribbon she'd tied into knots,
And tore at the paper, unfolded box-bends,
And found that the contents were weighty book ends.
He held them together and started to smile
The two, held together, a special profile.
At once, to the gift, was Jess more addicted.
The NYC skyline was nicely depicted.
For once was a gift he could actually use!
"Oh sweet," would Jess, then, so softly enthuse.
"And where did you find these amongst all the horses
And porcelain hummels?" She said, "I have sources."
"Well thank you," he said and gave her a kiss.
Then Rory, the book ends, did seem to dismiss.
They slid behind cushion as, with her position,
She leaned into Jess; his lips, her new mission.
And Jess, her new focus, could surely abide
As, silky, her tongue would slip just inside
To cause him to give himself up for her kiss,
Until would she stop—and he reminisce.
At first he objected—her lips wouldn't stay—
'Til "Now for the second," then Rory did say.
She reached in the bag, to solidly grip
And take hold of contents, with true showmanship.
She held out the item so Jess could, it, see.
"My shirt!" he exclaimed with unbidden glee.
He held out his hands, where shirt did belong.
"You're telling me you've had this shirt all along?
"And, now that it's Christmas, you're giving it back?"
He queried so he could get back on the track.
Then smiled sultry Jess, with trademark cool thrift,
"A curious concept of what makes a gift."
"The shirt's not the present. It's merely the mode
To give you the gift that, in it, I sewed.
Examine the sleeves. You'll see it's been altered."
And there, by her nerves, her speech finally faltered.
And then did she chew on anxious pink lip
Awaiting reaction that, from him, would slip.
So, with a surprise, he took cuff in hand
Inside the one sleeve he found a new brand.
In whimsical smile, his lips parted ways.
Though gift was so simple, it still did amaze.
The likes of this gift, he never had seen.
His heart gave a jump like some Mexican bean.
Right there, 'neath the cuff, was modest, small heart
Of ruby red fabric attached with an art
Of simple black stitches she'd sewn with a care
To show she, for him, had love to declare.
Then Jess did inspect her handiwork simple
And noted the fabric did not even dimple.
Her work, on the outside, completely concealed
But, flipped to the inside, its love was revealed.
She hoped that he wouldn't delve into an anger
That she had crept in and stolen from hanger
His fav'rite black shirt and altered it thus:
By placing on it a heart like a buss.
"I know you don't wear your heart on your sleeve,"
She murmured while blushing and hoped for reprieve.
"But secrets like this are held safe with me,
Since no one will know but I can still see."
The gift, and her words, did Jess's heart touch,
Since no other gift had meant quite so much.
His fingers drew over the heat of her blush
He murmured his thanks; took care not to gush.
His forehead then pressed up closer to hers,
His eyes much more potent than twenty liqueurs.
He kissed her 'til rendering lips rather swollen.
"The best-ever gift that, from me, had been stolen!"
So Rory relaxed and wrapped him in arms.
He welcomed her warmly, returning her charms.
Delighted she was she hadn't misstepped.
They kissed for a while 'til a niggling thought crept.
But, when she remembered, she said with a start,
"But what have you brought, for doing your part?"
"I've only brought one," he then recollected.
"Well sure. But of course! That's all I expected."
From pocket of jeans, he pulled out a box.
Its paper and ribbon did offer some locks
But quickly she worked and soon she prevailed:
The gift, once inside, at once was unveiled.
Now, nestled inside a small bit of crepe,
A gemstone was sitting that left her agape.
Blue agate she guessed, so pretty and noble,
Polished and shaped in an organic oval.
And tendrils of wire encircled the gem
Like finely curved offshoots, as found on the stem
Of a dainty grapevine. The pendant was strung
On a sleek silver chain and, lovely, it hung.
"It's just like the one that Lady Neve wore."
And, as did he smirk, then knew she the score.
"I knew that you'd know since you have your mind.
A lit'rature's reference within it you'd find."
"Oh Jess it's just gorgeous. I'll wear it always!"
She promised most urgently, eyes all ablaze,
'Til Jess grew uneasy and grabbed her elbow.
Was something that, first, he'd rather she know.
"It's not like the bracelet that Dean had you wear,
It carries no meaning of whether you care.
Just wear it or not, however you choose it.
And don't even fret if you happen to lose it.
"It just seemed to me that it's kinda pretty
And suited your style of wickedly witty.
And, since it's the colour of bright summer skies,
It matches the light that shines in your eyes..."
Then Jess shrugged his shoulders as though insecure
And Rory was struck by feelings so sure
That Jess had been thorough to find the ideal
Of gifts he could give her. And that made her squeal.
"I know the best outfit with which I should pair it!
Now just wait right here while I go to wear it."
Then Rory jumped up and gave him a kiss
While Jess sat and smirked to watch her do this.
She ran to her room, her closet to tear.
Returned she some later, slight cleavage to bear,
In sweater of blue, so stylishly faded,
To canvas the necklace, so proper and sacred.
She drew back her hair and pulled it aside
And sat with a closeness. Their pulses replied.
His fingers at nape, so silky, caressed
Until, with the necklace, her beauty was dressed.
She turned then around, her eyes bright and blue.
Her cheeks, as two cherries, were dazzling too.
The hair that she'd held, she lightly then shook.
"Well what do you think, Jess? How does it look?"
The vision before him did, Jess, then disarm.
Though Neve's reference was part of its charm,
In necklace would Neve most likely fall flat,
Compared to this beauty that, before him, sat.
He held back his tongue lest he be the fool
For saying such things. Instead he said "Cool."
But something that burned inside of his eyes
Would make Rory blush, would bind her with ties.
Then Rory reached forward, stretched out to him and
She felt, in her own, the warmth of his hand.
And, licking her lips, she slid to him closer
And mirroring hers, his eyes grew to smolder.
His features were open. He looked so sincere
That, in her esteem, she held him more dear.
A hand on his cheek, his mouth to hers, lifted.
The kiss that she gave him, in sweetness, was gifted.
And Jess drew his hand up tight to her waist:
At small of her back, his palm had been placed.
He felt a slight shift in the curve of her spine,
As she sidled closer. He took it a sign.
Her lips felt an urgency, newly expressed.
Her hand, on his chest, quite heartily pressed.
She guided his back and, lightly, they tumbled
Upon couch's cushions which, slightly, were jumbled.
The necklace did drape to hang to his chest
While tresses would tickle to, grins, manifest.
Did Rory then whisper a sweet little nothing.
The smile that he gave her was really quite stunning.
The kisses were hot as any they'd given,
Since Elder, upstairs, knew not they were driven.
And both were so moved, in more ways than one,
By kisses and giggles and touches begun.
And lost they became in sweet, tender kisses
That, more than just hot, would promise of riches,
While moments they passed, ever mindful of sounds
That, from the upstairs, did drift to them down.
AN: I really wish we'd gotten to see more of Jess and Rory together on the show. I spent way too much time pondering what gifts they would have given to one another. I'm sure they must have exchanged gifts but we never got to see it. I hope these gifts, and this chapter, were to your satisfaction and not too cheesy!
Out of curiosity, if anyone notices Rory wearing a necklace similar to what I've described here, from 3rd season on, I'd be interested to know what episode.