Chapter 3
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Warning: sexual situations

Jess crept up the steps to the back porch and silently moved over to Rory's window,
mentally crossing his fingers. 'It'll be unlocked,' he thought. He pried his fingers around
the ledge and relaxed when he felt the narrow space beneath the dash. 'Atta' girl, Rory,' he
grinned. 'Wonder how long she waited before she fell asleep?' He slid the window open
slowly, and climbed through it, standing by her bed and watching the gentle rise and fall
of her chest under the blankets. He pulled off his shoes, kneeling by the bed. Rory rolled
onto her side to face him, but didn't open her eyes. 'Awake?' he wondered. She looked
asleep, and he choked back the emotions that swelled in his throat.

He reached out and traced the outline of her lips with the edge of his thumb. Her brow
furrowed and she pouted her lips. Jess smoothed a hair off her forehead and followed the
curve of her face, resting his fingertip on the pulse in her neck. He felt the familiar flow
of heat to his groin and fidgeted. 'Should have worn looser pants,' he thought.

Jess pulled the sheet back slightly, revealing the slope of Rory's shoulder. His pupils
darkened as he saw only bare skin; she'd gone to bed without her top. And she'd known he
was coming. 'Breathe,' he told himself. He traced her collarbone, then ran his hand
gently along the base of her throat. Rory moaned and opened her eyes. She smiled slightly,
blinking her eyes sleepily, then sat up, allowing the sheet to fall to her waist.

Jess thought he might explode. His heart was about to burst. If he'd ever had a doubt that
he loved her, it was gone. And his groin posed a much more literal risk of explosion. He
set his hands on her waist and fought for control. He couldn't believe she was letting him
see her like this. Incredible...

Rory placed her hands on Jess's shoulders and drew him toward her. He climbed onto the
bed next to her, the sheet separating their legs. He looked down at her in the faint light
from the streetlamps, and hoped she could see in his face how beautiful he thought she
was. He wasn't capable of speech. She reached up and traced his lips, and he bit at her
finger, sucking it forcefully into his mouth.

Rory's eyes widened and her lips parted. "Jess," she whispered. "I want...please." She
arched her back, raising her breasts toward him, and he covered one breast with his lips,
cupping the other in his hand. He gave in to the sensations racing through his body and
wrapped his leg around her thighs, trapping her in between his legs and clamping her to
him.

Jess circled her tight nipple with his tongue, alternately suckling and stroking, while he
dragged his fingers along the bottom swell of her breast. Rory's legs parted under the
sheet and Jess slid between them, momentarily remembering to be grateful for the barrier.
He lifted himself up and his mouth crept down over her flat stomach. She clutched her
hands in his hair, and he gave up on conscious thought. He grabbed the sheet, pulling it
and throwing it aside, simultaneously relieved and disappointed to see that she was
wearing low-slung sweatpants. He grasped her low on the sides of her hips and dragged his
tongue along the top seam of the sweats, watching her. Her face contorted and he tilted
his head to suckle the tender skin on the side of her waist. His blood surged when he
heard her bite back a cry. 'This is Rory,' he thought. 'That sound...because of me...'

Rory pulled at the shoulders of his shirt. "Jess, please," she whimpered. He sat up and
pulled his shirt over his head, then lowered himself over her, his hands above her
shoulders, his erection pressing between her legs. She wrapped her legs around him, and
he threw his head back, clenching his fists against the urge to rip their clothes off and
bury himself inside of her. "Rory," he groaned. "We can't do this. We have to stop."

She rose up on her elbows, brushing her breasts against his chest. "I don't want to stop,
Jess. I want to touch you." She lay back and tightened her legs around him. "I want you
to make love to me."

Jess felt the flames consume him as he crushed Rory to him, capturing her mouth and
plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth. He couldn't get enough of tasting her. He
stood, inhaling deeply several times, and unbuttoned his jeans. Rory's breath
caught in her throat as she watched him undress. He lay down beside her in only his
boxers. "You can touch me. But these," he tugged at the waistband of her sweats,
"these stay on. I told you anything but actual sex. I'm not risking getting you
pregnant. One of us has to stay at least partially clothed."

She nodded. The short separation had given them space to regain control. Rory reached
beside the bed and picked up the top she usually slept in, pulling it on over her head
and hiding her breasts from his gaze. "Sad, but wise." His voice turned husky again.
"Touch me, Rory."

Rory kept her position beside Jess and reached her hands out to stroke his chest. She
tentatively traced the outline of his flat male nipple with her index finger and he
grimaced, arching his back slightly and tensing. She jerked her hand back and whispered,
"I'm sorry…"

Jess relaxed and smiled at her. "Don't be. It felt good."

"Oh." She smiled back. "You grimaced."

He chuckled softly. "It felt a little too good."

"Oh." She bit her lip. He could tell she was blushing. "Can I do it again?"

Jess blew out his breath and gripped the sheet below him in his fists. "Go ahead."

Rory reached her hands out, pressing her palms against his stomach. She slid her hands
up his chest, dragging her palms against him and causing his nipples to tighten. Jess
closed his eyes and bit his lip, resisting the urges she aroused in him. Just as he calmed
his breathing, she curled her fingers and dragged her nails softly across the taut buds, and
he groaned in the back of his throat. Rory saw his arousal lift and felt heat pool between
her legs. 'This is how it happens,' she thought. 'This is how to lose control. From
watching him want me.'

But her curiosity got the better of her, and she reached her hand out, placing it over his
erection and pressing slightly. With only the thin fabric of his boxers between him and
her hand, Jess felt his control slipping away. His hips bucked against her, and she slid her
fingers underneath the elastic waistband, pulling down and leaving him exposed to her
seeking hands.

"Rory," he gasped. He felt her fingers gingerly exploring him. "Oh God, Rory." His head
tossed and he gripped the sheets so tightly she thought he might rip them.

Rory's senses were overloaded. "Jess," she murmured. She wrapped her fingers around
him and clenched her fist, stunned at his immediate and fierce reaction. Jess buried his
moan into a pillow and pushed into her hand, then grabbed her wrist and pushed her away
from him, throwing his legs off the bed and sitting up. He straightened his boxers,
then rested his forehead in his hands and breathed deeply. Rory reached out and touched
his shoulder. "Jess, what's wrong?"

He grasped her hand and brought it to his lips, then turned and pulled her into his arms,
kissing her forehead gently. "Nothing's wrong. You're wonderful. Beautiful. You make
me completely lose control."

"Why did you stop me?"

He leaned against the back of her bed, pulling her with him. "Because I was losing
control." He snuggled his face against her neck. "You were going to make me come in
your hand."

"Oh." Rory blushed. "Why is that bad?"

"It's not bad, exactly." He held her closer, trying to find the right words. "I just..."
He sighed. Might as well just be blunt. "I don't want your first serious sexual experience
to be jerking me off. You're too good to just...service me like that." She was leaning
against his chest and he stroked her hair. "You deserve to be made love to first. D'you
understand?"

He felt her nod and her arms went around him.

It was important that she know something. "I didn't stop you because I didn't want..."

She reached up and kissed him. "I get it." She rested her head on his shoulder again.
"Thank you."

He forced a deep breath, trying to fully calm down. "You're welcome."

He sat holding her for a few more minutes before loosening his grip and moving to get
dressed. "I should go. Gotta sneak back into the diner before Luke gets out of R.E.M."

Rory snuggled down into her pillows, pulling her comforter over her and watching him
dress. "I wish you could stay."

"Me too." He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to gently brush his lips against
her temple. She was already falling asleep. "G'night."

"Night, Jess," she mumbled. "Love you."

His heart stopped and he stared at her, his eyes pricking. "What..." he started, but she
was already asleep.

'In your dreams, Mariano,' he thought. 'You're sleep-deprived and frustrated and it's 3am.
She didn't say that.' He tucked the blanket around her shoulders and sighed, crossing the
room to climb out the window. He closed it snugly, then headed for home.__________________________________________________
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