Author's Note: An M-rated version of this chapter has been published in the book Relationship Renaissance Gets Dirty.

The T-rating feels a little limiting when trying to tell this part of the story.

Feedback and reviews always welcome.

Their First Time Together

"I've waited years for this." He placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing the strap of her shirt down along her arm. He kissed her shoulder, tiny kisses, almost like whisper.

"I know. It took me a long time, too, but I'm ready. Scared, but certain. This is what I want."

She leaned into him, kissed him deeply, then rested her head on his shoulder. He held her close, caressed her hair, almost afraid that she would shatter, or bolt from him. She didn't. Her hands reached up to his hair, running her fingers through it, all the time looking him in the eyes, seeing how much he loved her.

The moonlight shone through the window onto the couple. Their kisses became deeper, more urgent. He pulled her towards her bed and sat, resting his head on her middle, wrapping his arms around her waist. She dragged her fingers from his hair, down to his chin and cupped his face in her hands.

He looked up at her, eyes heavy with desire. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "Are you?"

He guided her to the bed, sitting next to her. She lay back, her hair falling dark against the pillow. She opened her arms to him and he joined her.

Moonlight and residual light from the streetlamps were the only light in the room. She stood in the center of the room, perfectly still, as she watched him walk over to the table. He put his keys, her clutch and his wallet on the table, then removed his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair.

He turned to her and saw a Greek goddess, almost a statue, save for the movement of her chest as she breathed in and out. Her eyes outshone the moon, two blue pools of love and desire.

Her mouth slightly open, she willed him to come to her. He struggled with his need to grab her and passionately devour her, wanting instead to savor these first moments, to commit everything to memory, to feel every touch, hear every sound, and see every look she gave him.

The pressure inside him built as he walked with deliberation to the center of the room, facing her, close enough to feel her breath. Her gaze took his own breath away. He held off touching her, instead thrilling to the electricity between them as they stood just inches apart.

She trembled slightly as he raised his hand, this time it was she who bent to his will, lifting her hair with both hands so he could reach behind her neck and unhook the collar of her dress. The collar fell forward, exposing her throat, her pulse visible, beating out the rhythm of her desire.

Her hands reached out to him, loosening his tie, drawing the knot slowly down the front of his shirt until the narrow end of the tie slid out, no longer able to restrain its wearer. She let the tie slide to the floor as she unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, this time exposing his neck, and his pulse, beating even faster than hers.

"I feel like I've waited my whole life for this moment."

The first touch of skin on skin propelled them past the point of no return. They made their way quickly to the bed, tearing off their clothes as they began exploring each other's bodies, translating the love they spoke of tonight into actions.

"I love you Rory," he said.

"I love you back." She lay beside him in her narrow bed, her head resting on his shoulder. "Am I hurting your arm? Are you comfortable?"

"I'm fine." Jess' discomfort wasn't physical. "Rory, I have to tell you something that you probably noticed already. I'm not as um, experienced as people think. They kind of assume that I've had lots of hookups, but they're mostly wrong. I hope you didn't mind, the, um,…"

"Jess, everything was fine. I don't have anything to compare it with anyway." Rory smiled affectionately at him.

"Oh, that hurts!" he smiled. He grew quiet, still feeling slightly embarrassed.

"No, Jess, seriously, it was wonderful. It was you, and me, that's everything. We're building our relationship, growing, learning, and all of this together. We can learn together."

Jess had never felt more love for Rory than he did at that moment. He hugged her, then pulled her on top of him. She dropped kisses on his face, love shining from her eyes.

"Learning together – I like that idea," he said.

They lost themselves in their studies.

"Luke," she said softly, barely above a whisper. No answer. He was sound asleep, his arm around her waist, one leg crossing over hers at her knees, his head buried in her hair. She moved her left foot back a little and bumped into his left leg. She rubbed her foot up and down his shin, feeling the long hairs and the hardness of the bone. His muscular legs seemed surprisingly long, no spare flesh on them at all. She tucked her foot over his ankle. Perfect fit.

If this was entwining, she liked it. Pulling the brown plaid sheet up to her chin, she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.

Sometime later, the bed sagged, waking Lorelai up. Luke had just returned from the kitchen, settling himself at the head of the bed, his naked back supported by pillows leaning against the headboard.

"Hey you," she said. "Hey," he answered, leaning over to kiss her sleepy face. He set more pillows up against the headboard, and Lorelai dragged herself up to a sitting position, leaning on him, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed again.

Luke made slight movements that made Lorelai curious, but not curious enough to actually open her eyes. "What are you doing?" she murmured.

"Eating." Lorelai woke up for that one. Luke rarely ate in her presence before they dated.

"Why are you eating?" she asked.

Luke answered simply. "Hungry. You know, the reason most people eat."

"That may be a first, you eating alone. I've never seen you eat alone."

"Not alone."

Slightly bugged, Lorelai replied, "I didn't mean alone alone, I meant eating by yourself."

"I'm not by myself either." He chewed with a small grin on his face.

"Luke! This is bugging me! Why haven't I seen you eating more often?"

"Maybe you haven't been paying attention?"

Lorelai whacked him gently with a pillow. "Be serious!"

"Well, except for special occasions like Thanksgiving, you're always eating in the diner. When I'm in the diner, I'm working, not eating. Most of my meals I have on my break up here in the apartment. The only other times I can think of were at town events, and I hate fair food, so I avoided eating whenever possible."

She answered, "There was the basket auction, when we had lunch in the gazebo. That was nice." Lorelai, looking at Luke's plate, picked up a grape and nibbled.

"When you were there, it was nice," Luke agreed, "but you kept being called away to fix the love lives of half of Stars Hollow. I thought for my money I'd at least get your undivided attention."

"I never thought of it that way. Sorry." Lorelai turned a thick slice of cucumber over, inspecting it before she ate it. "Mm. Good. You know, Luke, that you're the main event now. You get all my attention; I can spend my time fixing you instead of Rory's friends."

He bellowed with laughter. "It's a little soon in the relationship to talk about getting me fixed, don't you think?" He put down the plate, pulled her to him and began kissing her with no intent to stop.

"Give me that plate. I'm hungry too," she said. He reluctantly stopped, coaxing her head onto a pillow on his lap as she stretched out sideways on the bed. He picked up the plate and laid it on her belly. It bounced up and down a little as she squeaked in response to the cold feeling of the plate on her stomach.

They ate companionably, chatting idly about nothing. The grapes and cucumber slices became toys, as they first fed each other, then played hide and seek with their tongues and grapes. When the food was gone, they continued feeding their hunger for each other.