A/N Rating change here, hopefully thats acceptable.


Jess looked around their store, it was looking like his nerves had been unfounded. They had a good turn out and so far it seemed to be going well. The few authors and poets that they had organized to do readings seemed to be going down well. He was looking forward to a well earned drink when the night was over. As he was walking over to the drinks table to check the supplies he was distracted by the ringing of the bell over the door.

"Well, isn't this a day of surprises?" he said, startling Rory who had just walked in the door. Yes he had invited her but he was shocked to see her here, looking like she was alone.

"I didn't RSVP. Sorry." she said sheepishly, as she gave him a one armed hug in greeting.

"Ah, this isn't an RSVP type thing. Showing up's cool."

"Good thing. So this is Truncheon Books?" Rory asked, unnecessarily, as she looked around the store taking in the crowd and the homely interior.

"Yeah. This is Truncheon." Jess replied, almost shyly.

"I like it. It makes me feel like I instantly want to create something. Give me a pen. Give me a brush." Rory said with a bright smile on her face, she was genuinely proud of her friend.

"So, are you here alone?" Jess asked, with a chuckle at her antics.

"I guess."

"Cool…Come on." he said, leading her in the direction of his business partners.

"All I'm saying is, control your poet." Chris was saying as they approached them.

"So suddenly he's my poet?" Matthew retorted harshly.

"He changed up on us. He wasn't supposed to premiere new material tonight." Jess added, jumping into the conversation as Rory and he approached the guys.

"It wasn't bad," Matthew said defensively.

"It was rambling."

"It was a little rambling." Matthew admitted.

"Hey guys, I'd like you to meet Rory. Rory these two are Chris and Matthew. They are my partners here." Jess said, making the necessary introductions.

"Nice to meet you guys, great place you have here," Rory stated as she gave them a wave in greeting.

"Nice to meet you too. Where do you know this guy from?" Matthew asked, looking Rory up and down curiously.

"I knew him in High School, his Uncle is actually engaged to my Mom."

"Hey, we're hitting that bar that we're not going to call "Cedar Bar Redux." Are you coming?" Chris asked, looking at the twosome.

"Yeah, maybe. You know, go on ahead. We'll catch up." Jess responded for the two of them, as he quickly glanced in Rory's direction. She had taken the opportunity to wander away and had picked up a copy of his book.

"You know, you don't have to read it again," he said, sitting down across from her.

"I know I don't."

"God, there are so many things I would change in it."

"Like what?" Rory asked, her internship having given her a fresh perspective and made her more curious about his response.

"I'd keep the back cover. Everything else goes." he answered flippantly.

"You know why I love your book?"

"Why?"

"It doesn't remind me of anything. It's not a rip-off. It's just you," she answered, biting her bottom lip, unsure if she should have said that.

"High praise, Miss Yale editor."

"Yeah, well, I don't get to write as much as I would like, mostly assigning and motivating, hand-holding, and rewriting."

"Yeah, and you love it, every minute of it. Come on, tell me you don't." Jess asked with a smirk.

"I do. I do love it. It's exciting," Rory admitted, she glanced around the store suddenly realizing how many people had already left.

"Yeah, you look happier than when I saw you last."

"I am."

"So you fixed everything?"

"Yeah, everything's fixed. Or almost fixed." Rory said, thinking of the changes she was making with her friends and career plans.

"I'm glad you're here." Jess said, looking at her carefully.

"Yeah, me too."

Jess leaned in slowly, giving her the opportunity to pull away if she really wanted to. When he sees that she isn't pulling back, he pushes forward and brushes his lips against hers in a soft kiss.

Rory pulled away from the kiss, looking at him carefully.

"What?"

"I'm sorry," Rory said, looking away.

"About what?"

"Uh, about coming here like this. I just got the flier, and I don't know. I just wanted to see your place, but then this... it's not fair to you. I'm such a jerk."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jess stated, looking at her closely trying to figure out what is going on.

"I don't want to lead you on."

"What way are you leading me on? Unless you didnt fix everything and you are still with that idiot?" Jess said, standing abruptly and starting to pace.

"No, I'm not with him anymore. He cheated on me."

"Well then what is it? If it's not that you aren't single?"

"It's more that I'm not ready to move on yet. If we did this, it would be a one night thing, and I'm not sure if that is possible with our history," Rory said, bluntly. "God, I feel too sober for this conversation."

"Well how about we put this on hold. We can go meet the guys at the bar for a few drinks, and maybe come back to this?" Jess said, with a hopeful look in his eyes.

Rory looked at him carefully, trying to think what to do. Then she thought back to last weekend when the girls said they thought she needed a palate cleanser, maybe she could do it. But in the meantime, she could have a drink while she decided.

A few hours later and a very tipsy couple fell in the door of Jess' apartment, they had left the other in the bar, saying that they needed to sleep so Rory could head back to Hartford early the next morning. They weren't fooling anyone.

Their kisses reflected this fire, as they hungrily consumed the other, nipping and moaning, their hands exploring paths they traveled as teenagers. Rory was pleased to discover that both of them had improved markedly at kissing. It was obvious that they had both been with other people these past few years, but Rory didn't mind. That would also mean they had improved in other areas as well.

"It doesn't have to mean anything," he whispered against her lips.

"Just scratching an itch," she muttered back.

"Think of me as your back scratcher," he said.

He helped her lift her shirt above her head, before pulling her back into him, his mouth hot on her. Jess cupped her breast and fumbled with the clasp on her bra. When Rory wiggled free, he stared at her naked breasts in awe.

"You're so beautiful," he said. "You were always so beautiful."

Rory wondered if he said this to all of the women he slept with, but she stopped caring when she felt his mouth on her nipple. His fingers joined his mouth by gently pinching and pulling on her other nipple, eliciting a guttural moan from Rory. She let him continue to lavish attention on her breasts and soon enough she could feel the telltale tightening in her core that meant she was about to orgasm. Rory came with a little cry, an appetizer before the main course.

Jess, having felt her quivering, removed himself from her chest. He smiled at her before kissing her neck. Rory squirmed from the contact but Jess held her tight, his arms wrapped around her body. It was unfair that she was unable to move her arms since she desperately wanted to finish removing her clothes—and his as well.

But soon she got her wish as he released her, lifting his shirt up and over his head with one fluid motion. Rory was rewarded with the sight of his naked chest, which was not only broader but hairier than she remembered. Without preamble, Rory stepped out of her jeans and underwear.

"Someone's excited," Jess said, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"You would be too if you'd been waiting years for this," Rory said, reaching for his belt buckle. She froze momentarily when she realized what she had said, but continued undoing his belt like nothing was amiss.

She didn't have a chance to respond when Jess scooped her up in his big, strong arms and carried her over to his twin-sized bed, all that there was room for in his shared apartment, his undone belt clinking as he walked. He set her down before joining her, the bed dipping considerably under their combined weight. Jess straddled Rory, his arms framing her head, before kissing her on the lips once more.

Her hands traveled from his hair, down his back, to his firm bum. Rory squeezed it appreciatively. Jess lifted his head from her lips to see Rory's mischievous grin and soon he had the same look of mischief about him. He bent his head low to kiss and suck on the juncture of Rory's neck and shoulder. Rory squirmed under him, the sensation of his lips, tongue, and sometimes, teeth, were too much to bear. And then he shifted, causing the cool metal of his belt to drag along her bare thigh. She squealed, which was probably very unsexy, but she couldn't help it. Jess stopped, evidently confused by her vocalization.

"Take your pants off," Rory said, not wanting to lose momentum.

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, standing up off the bed.

Rory rolled her eyes but she was secretly pleased. "Boxer's too," she said, when she saw he had left them on.

"Well, I didn't realize you were in a position for making demands," he said, stepping out of them as well.

Rory sat up to get a better view of the man standing before her. Her gaze traveled southward from the tantalizing line of hair under his belly button to the curlier, thicker hair. Yet she couldn't forget the star of the show: his perfect, throbbing purple cock standing at attention at the apex of his muscular thighs. Rory wanted to reach out and touch it, but Jess seemed to have other plans.

He was back on the bed and gently nudging Rory's own thighs apart with his knee. Rory obliged and opened them far wider than was probably necessary, one of her legs dangling off the bed. Jess knelt before her, his head between her legs. He began trailing kisses along her thighs, but stopping every time he got close to her sex.

Rory groaned in protest, but as much as she complained, he was unwilling to acquiesce to her demands. She reached down a hand to guide his mouth to her clit, but he grabbed her hand before she could even get close and held it still, continuing to kiss—and nibble—at a leisurely pace.

Then, without warning, his lips were exactly where she wanted them to be. Jess sucked on her clitoris, causing Rory to cry out. He still had one of her hands but she laced the other one through his hair and pulled slightly. In response—or retaliation—Jess inserted one, then two fingers to massage her g-spot.

Rory thrashed in the bed, overcome with stimulation, but Jess was not relenting. He lapped long and slow strokes along her labia before returning his tongue to her little ball of nerves. Its tip licked her up and down, left and right, and drew tiny figure eights over her clit. She did not stand a chance. Rory came for the second time that evening.

"My turn," she said, getting up.

Jess, eager to please and eager to be pleased, moved higher on the bed before rolling onto his back. Rory straddled him, just as he had done to her. She kissed his nose and nibbled his earlobe. She kissed down his neck to his shoulder, covered now by even more freckles than the last time she had seen him. She kissed his lips, still wet with her, and carved a trail of featherlight kisses from his collarbone to his belly button.

Rory stopped before his hardness, now inches from her face. She wanted so badly to touch it, to feel the velvety smoothness of the skin there, but she remembered his teasing and wanted payback. Rory kissed all along the tender flesh of his hairy thighs, exactly as he had done. What Rory had not anticipated was her own eagerness. Soon her desire to have him in her mouth outweighed her desire to get revenge.

She kissed the tip of his penis before slowly taking him into her mouth, allowing herself the time to adjust to his girth. Once he was as deep as she could comfortably handle, she raised her head back up so her lips were touching the base of the mushroom head. Rory continued this process, bobbing along his shaft, until his dick was slick.

Rory began to focus her attention on the head, while her hand stroked the shaft. Occasionally she would dip a little deeper, not only because it was pleasurable for him, but also because Rory enjoyed hearing the changes in his breathing. Eventually, however, Jess told her to stop because she was doing too good of a job and he wouldn't last otherwise.

Regretfully, Rory removed her mouth from his cock, but remained straddling him. She scooted forward on her knees so that her hips were aligned with his. Rory held his gaze while she rolled a condom that appeared in front of her over his length, before she lowered herself slowly down until he was fully sheathed in her.

She watched his eyes nearly roll back into his head, which was almost as fulfilling as the feeling of his large dick. If she had a mirror, she would probably see she also had the half-lidded look of someone in a state of pure bliss. She began riding him in earnest, keeping a steady pace with the help of her strong thighs and Jess's hands on her hips.

With Jess's hand on her breast, Rory could feel another orgasm was close. She shut her eyes to better focus on her mounting release, listening to Jess's rough breathing and the squelch of each thrust. The coil in her stomach was coiling every tighter and she was about to snap.

Rory came with a shudder. Jess groaned as her walls spasmed around his cock.

"My turn," Jess whispered into her ear before exiting Rory and gently rolling her onto her back. He kissed her greedily as he entered her. Rory moaned at the feeling of being full once more.

Jess smiled at her. Rory was struck with the familiarity of it all. She wondered when she thought of him again, if this would be the new image that would be burned into her brain, if it could replace the first memories.

He hooked his arm around her leg to drive himself even deeper, bringing Rory back to the present moment. Rory moaned, long and low, not at the new angle, but at the deep stretch in her groin.

Jess took her response as encouragement and picked up his pace. Rory knew the end was in sight, he let go of her leg and she heard the tell-tale hitch in his breath. Rory reached up to hold his face in her hands and kiss him, wrapping her ankles around his bum to bring him even closer as his cock twitched and spilled its contents into the condom.

When he stilled, Jess returned the kiss. Eventually, however, they had to separate and Jess rolled over onto his back still panting.