AN: Thanks to Leylastar and Koshkemeow for their kind words and encouragement!

3.10a That'll Do, Pig

So far had they come since those early days
When Rory had fled from public displays!
Their status, once hidden, she'd deigned to divulge.
In kisses, while walking, did Rory indulge.

Seemed, as it turned out, his unsurpassed talents
Could bolster her up—or leave her less balance.
In two months they'd dated, her knowledge did broaden:
That Jess was a master of kisses less common!

"I can't catch my breath," she whispered, excited.
"That's kind of the point," he volleyed, delighted.
His hands felt her cheek and tilted her chin
To angle her right and make his way in.

His fingers felt great and slowly he kissed.
His mark, so on-cue, he never once missed.
His unhurried tongue-work elicited moans.
She silently thanked his ice cream in cones.

Against the gazebo, they pressed with some weight
As Jess, with a nudge, did bodies translate
And Rory did pull to keep him real close.
Their mouths did then take another long dose.

Along his slick teeth, her tongue did lines trace,
And inside his lip, another fine place.
His breath curled up, warm, and sweet to the taste.
His tongue volleyed back. Her heart keenly raced.

"Imagine," she voiced, through breaths of her own,
Her words taking on a mock-horror tone,
"How deadly would be a single French kiss
If we had had braces while kissing like this!"

His contact stopped briefly to urge his agreement.
"A bloodbath!" he murmured with humour vehement.
Her giggle was soft but kisses he showered,
And thoughts, from her mind, he kind of devoured.

Did Clotho decide, as fibres she spun,
That Rory did have herself way too much fun.
And Jess seemed to trust, with much confidence,
That they'd be together, beyond consequence.

The Fates, on these details, a moment conferred.
Since Clotho felt strongly and action she spurred,
Would Rory be made to compare and contrast
This boy from her present with one from her past.

"Hey, listen," said Rory, "The high school is hosting
Its carnival honouring Winter and boasting
Some really bad games and food inhumane.
I thought we could go and meet up with Lane."

But, "Nope," did Jess utter and kiss her again
Which wore out his welcome, left only a bane.
Injustice did wrap her, their kisses forgotten
And, with sudden scowl, her lips would then tauten.

She argued, "But, Jess, It'll really be fun."
She listed the games and the foods, one by one.
Though maker of speech did make his work harder,
He covered her mouth and kissed her with ardour.

But, through his fine kisses, her words didn't slow.
She urged him again, "Come on, Jess. Let's go."
"You know I don't go to these stupid town things."
The words pricked at Rory like mosquito stings.

So Rory ignored his kisses and such.
Hypocrisy seen, she stated as much:
Two festivals mentioned that he had attended—
His interest taken and vigour expended.

"But that was back when I was trying to win you.
There's no reason, now, that that stuff should continue.
I already have you." She squinted at him,
His sobering words ungracious and grim.

With kisses forgotten, as now they were talking,
With arm 'round her shoulder as they'd begun walking,
Did Rory discern it wasn't a joke:
The Jess that she knew, would Jess now revoke!

"You're serious, Jess?" She struggled with this.
His deadpan response, "As a heart attack is,"
His face resolute as, dryly, he joked.
With dryness as well she, on bitter pill, choked.

"I can't miss this one. I've never before.
Just go with me please," she urged him some more.
And though she repeated that it would be fun,
His "We'll have our own fun," did show he was done.

"Look how 'bout you go," he finally bargained,
"And we'll hook up later." Her heart kind of hardened,
As stubbornness now did, Rory, beset.
The deal wasn't what she'd been hoping to get.

"That offer is final," he said, unaware
Of how much his girlfriend did inversely care.
Then Rory accepted but, slightly, did pout,
With keen disappointment at such falling out.

His festivity he'd misrepresented!
His false advertising she kind of resented.
And, though it was wrong and she knew that she shouldn't,
She did think of Dean—who would go where Jess wouldn't.