Dizzy in Philly

Rory Gilmore was dizzy.

Unlike her previous dizzy spells, this one was not brought on by the excessive consumption of alcohol. Oh no. This was a very different kind of dizzy; Jess's lips assaulted her own, his fingers pushed onto her skin and every nerve in her body screamed in ecstasy.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Rory's face was flushed red and her pupils were dilated. Her hands automatically slid back into Jess's. Looking at Jess, she noticed he was also sporting a very sexy Post-Kiss demeanour, though it didn't last very long.

'Rory Gilmore, you just kissed me!' His tone was surprisingly light and his smirk was settling back on his face.

'Uh, no! I believe you kissed me.'

'You kissed me back. Ergo, you kissed me.'

'Is that bad?' She mimicked his light tone, but inside her stomach was churning. Don't regret this! Don't regret this!

'Not so long as you don't run away now...'

Relaxing again, Rory leaned forward and kissed him softly, chastely. 'I'm not running.'

'Good.' Jess's voice had grown husky again and she contemplated the fact that he had been playing the light angle in order to cover his own uncertainties.

Half an hour later, Rory and Jess stood in front of her hotel room door. Both of their lips were swollen and Rory had an interesting blemish on the side of her throat that Jess had seemed particularly proud of leaving.

'So...'

'So...' Rory echoed Jess. What now? She couldn't invite him in. She knew what would happen if she did and then...Well if she did that she'd never leave. Not to mention the fact that she'd been with Matt only 24 hours earlier.

'When do you leave Philly?'

Rory looked down at the carpet, unconsciously squeezing Jess's hands. 'Tomorrow morning.'

She felt Jess release one of his hands, running his fingers softly along her arm. 'You gonna come back?'

To her horror, she felt tears burning her eyes and blinked furiously, willing herself not to cry and refusing to look up from the carpet.

'Rory?' He seemed to know what she was trying to do and without another word he wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her into his chest. Well that wasn't going to help! The second she felt her face press against his shirt the tears fell from her eyes and she hiccupped softly through her sobs. His hand rubbed through her hair tenderly and she could hear him murmuring softly. 'Shh, it's okay. Shhh.'

Suddenly the reality of her situation seemed to come back to her and her tears stopped as she pulled away . 'Ah! I'm so sorry Jess. This is ridiculous!'

'It is?' Jess was staring at her uncertainly and she could see the nervousness back in his face.

'Isn't it? Me...I mean...you were...and we only just...and now I'm acting like Ilsa Lund and that's just not cool.'

'Well of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world you did just have to walk into Matt's,' Jess smiled wryly.

At this Rory giggled a little and a blush tinged her cheeks. 'Don't remind me.'

'I'm glad.'

'What?' she asked, surprised.

'We wouldn't be here now if you hadn't...if it hadn't happened...'

'That's very gracious of you Mister Mariano.'

Jess just shrugged nonchalantly. 'Yeah, well...that's me.' There was a moment of silence as they both stared at each other and Rory realised suddenly how incredibly comfortable she was with this and with Jess. She was calm. Not happy to be leaving, but she didn't feel all the years of hurt and confusion anymore.

A tiny smile curved her mouth. 'The elephant is gone now, isn't it?'

Jess couldn't hold back his smile. 'Yeah. He's gone.'

Still smiling, Rory leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Jess's neck, and kissed him hard.

'I'm not gonna get lucky tonight am I?' Jess muttered into her ear with a light chuckle.

Rory stepped back and slapped him lightly on the arm. 'Jess!' She was laughing though.

He just grinned. 'It's okay. Once you leave I'll go out with Matthew and steal a yacht or something.'

She choked on the laughter in her throat. 'You are so mean!' She raised her hand to slap him again.

'Yeah, but you love me anyway.'

Her laughter and her hand froze.

The world seemed to be going in slow motion. Jess wished he could sink into the carpet and disappear. For a guy who didn't say much, his words were certainly getting him into trouble lately.

Rory looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights, just staring blankly at him and blinking rather stupidly and her hand still raised as if about to slap him.

He hadn't meant it to be some huge assumption that she loved him. He'd just been joking...Great! Now he was going to scare her off. Just freaking brilliant.

'I do.' Rory's voice sounded amazed. Slightly astonished. Jess looked at her enquiringly. She met his gaze steadily as she repeated herself, 'I do love you.' This time the statement was made more assuredly, though her face still told that this was only a recent admission to herself.

Not that any of that mattered to Jess. He grabbed her raised hand in his as he launched himself forward, pushing her back to the wall and pressing his mouth to hers. This kiss was hot, desperate and brutal. He wanted to claim her, completely. She loved him! The last time he'd heard her say something even close to that was during a one sided phone conversation in California. 'I think I may have loved you, but I just need to let it go...' This was so much better.

Her hands clung to the back of his head, her fingers curling into his hair as she arched her back, pushing herself into him. Jess felt the shivers running down his spine. He wasn't sure how the hotel room door opened. Logically he figured Rory must have done it, since she had the key, but he had no idea when or how.

Once inside the room he pushed her back up to the wall again. He pushed himself against her so tightly he was sure he couldn't go any further, but with a heady groan from Rory he suddenly found her arched against him still more.

His hands slid to her thighs, rubbing down through the material of her dress and then wrapping around the backs of her legs as he hoisted her into his arms. Her head rolled back and he took the opportunity to suckle on her neck again, feeling a warm rush in his stomach as he heard the noises that elicited.

Finally collapsing with her onto the bed, he shuddered as her fingers trailed along his skin and her hands pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his head. She breathed heavily, staring at his torso and then gripped his shoulders, pulling him back down to her and catching his lips as she moaned his name.

His hands returned to her legs, sliding her dress up, but pausing as he reached her waist.

He pulled back so that he was kneeling over her on the bed, her legs trapped between his. He focused on her face and his smile matched hers as they gazed at each other. For a moment he wondered if this was really happening. How many times had he dreamt this, or some variation of it? If it was a dream, he was certain he never wanted to wake up.

But he felt her nails pinching at his arm and then heard her voice again, repeating her words from earlier. 'Jess? I love you.' This time there was no hesitation or surprise in her voice or her face. She meant it. Absolutely. And he knew it was real; in his dreams, he'd never let himself hear those words.

He slid her dress over her head and then her hands pulled at his belt and undid his pants. He lay on his side, pulling her into his arms and kissed her neck softly as his fingers played over the soft skin at her sides. He could feel the goose bumps and felt crazily proud of himself for having put them there.

When the rest of their clothing came off he finally found himself plunging inside her. He felt her teeth biting into his shoulder and was sure that in the whole entire history of the world, no one had ever felt as wonderful as he did right now.

She'd been dizzy earlier, but this was just ridiculous. Every kiss, every caress and every look from Jess made her head spin, her nerves buzz and her stomach clench. Sometimes the world seemed to be moving in slow motion; seconds lasted for hours and a kiss could last a hundred years. A thought tripped through the back of her brain that she could write a book as long as War and Peace about all the incredible sensations she experienced in that short space of time; the way her voice choked in her throat when she felt his breath on her nipple, or the way that her toes curled as his fingers played her. But then something would shift and suddenly things seemed to be moving at the speed of the Concord and she had to cling to him, to keep herself from hurtling off into space.

When she finally did let go, she decided space was somewhere she definitely liked. They lay next to each other, both sprawled across the bed, only just touching. Eventually her breathing started to steady and she could hear his doing the same. She turned on her side and tilted her head up to look at him. She wanted to giggle when she saw his hair mussed all over the place – apparently his hair gel wasn't designed to stand up to Rory Gilmore.

He saw her looking at him and rolled over to face her, taking her hand in his as he did so. 'That was unplanned.'

Rory smirked. 'You weren't supposed to get lucky tonight. That wasn't in the script.'

Jess shrugged. 'When have I ever followed the script?'

Rory paused as she opened her mouth, obviously struggling for something to say. Eventually she yawned and then shrugged as well. 'I'm glad you don't.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah,' her voice was soft and she was smiling as she closed her eyes.

She heard Jess's voice gently intruding on her trip to Dreamland. 'Rory? When the campaign is over...tell me you're going to come back.'

Valiantly fighting off sleep, she nodded her head slowly and squeezed his hand. 'I am,' she was barely aware of him squeezing her hand in return, but before sleep completely took her she managed to mumble, 'I'd rather be in Philadelphia.'

She wasn't coherent enough to see the smile on Jess's face as he rolled onto his back and pulled her into his arms.

And that's all folks. Thanks for reading this. Admittedly, I wasn't going to end it quite here, but all of a sudden it seemed that continuing it would only result in covering ground already trodden many times. This was my first time writing the more intimate stuff as well, so I hope I did it justice.

Cheers,

VC