The Means to an End

AN: Jess and Rory have reacquainted after AYITL (taking place in the end of 2016). Rory did get pregnant from Logan but miscarried. She is trying to move on, but is perhaps rushing things a bit to get past the hurt.

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The means to an end

"I've wanted you for so long, Rory," Jess breathed out against Rory's neck, his hands caressing her slim waist and the curve of her breast, as the layers of clothing between them slipped off.

For Rory, however, it was about so much more than just wanting him. Yes, there had been times when she'd wanted him, time and time again in fact... but until recently she couldn't really say the same back. She'd been too distracted to notice him, too self-absorbed.

"Jess," she moaned, reciprocating his need nonetheless.

It was what his touch was doing to her that mattered now. Each stroke, each brush made her feel invigorated, like coming back to life after hibernation. His touch was healing, making the body forget all the aches and sorrows. The fact that it was a familiar touch, one that she'd felt before, even if not as intimately, was comforting.

But as the touch wasn't the touch of a boy anymore made it feel so much better.

The difference was also that now Rory knew what to do, no longer hesitating to replay him for his touch with the same.

Jess' lips kissed her neck hungrily, then trailing downwards taking the last and very small item of clothing from her body. The bridge of his nose slid down her abdomen, while Rory's fingertips still lingered in the back of his hair.

Rory's head shot back with a deep moan as he kissed her lower lips for the first time, starting slowly with admiration and care, as if exploring something sacred. But as Rory's fingers intertwined into his hair even more, Jess gained more courage, and he sucked her until an orgasmic shudder ripped through her - way sooner than she'd expected, causing Jess to look up and grin widely.

"Wow," she exhaled, still panting, a broad smile on her lips.

Jess was now definitely after his own release, but seeing Rory lose herself like she just had, had been a sight of its own - he wouldn't have minded to repeat that either, and Rory could tell.

Jess kissed her way up her stomach and chest, gently biting into her nipple, causing a series of low whimpers from Rory.

"You're absolutely beautiful," Jess murmured, and his already reddened lips kissed her.

Rory's hands tugged at his boxers, already feeling his hardness.

"Aren't we anxious for more?" Jess teased, already throbbing so hard he could hardly keep a straight face. He slipped the boxers off, letting the moment linger.

"Uh-uh," Rory replied, coyly.

"Uh-uh?" Jess played innocent.

"I want you, Jess," she purred.

His lips were on hers again, aiming to not delay her wishes for very long.

"Oh, crap... I think I left my wallet in my coat," Jess suddenly groaned, recalling his coat being somewhere at the bottom of the stairs.

"I don't generally charge, but if you insist," Rory tried to joke, her cheeks adorably blushed from her orgasm. But she got what he meant. The weird part she really hadn't thought that far along, and she usually was the girl who was always prepared. It was yet another sign from how much in a haze she'd been.

Jess chuckled, his hand continuing to massage Rory between her soaking wet folds, making it really difficult for her to focus, while Rory brushed her knee up and down against his arousal. Just looking at her, naked, blew his mind, taking some getting used to, his look being definitely a hungry one.

Rory twisted her upper body, and stretched herself out to reach for the bedside table. She wasn't sure if there were a few condoms left from years ago.

Rory's hand searched around in the drawer, finding anything but what she was actually looking for. Lip gloss, napkins, an old bracelet, a candybar... and finally black Skyn wrapper which she handed victoriously to Jess.

"Best before 2010," Jess read out, raising his eyebrows. He didn't really want to think about the context in which she had one of those in there from the 2000s.

"Maybe I should just..," he suggested, knowing it'd kill the mood a bit, but considered going to look for his coat.

"I'm clean if you are," Rory shrugged, desperate to feel more of him, desperate to feel him now. "I'll get a pill in the morning or something," she added, as if it was no big deal. She'd been thoroughly checked for everything transmissible, but under which circumstances she wasn't about to explain to him, not here, maybe not ever.

"You're sure?" Jess asked, kissing her pert nipple, pulling at it gently.

"Oh, god, yes," Rory pleaded, underneath her half-closed eyes, full of longing, reaching down to grip his very warm arousal.

"Uh-uh,"Jess replied, smugly, and instead of his fingers slid his throbbing cock along her slit. Rory gasped. The warmth of him was half the pleasure.

Rory pushed herself up on her elbows, wanting to see him. He certainly didn't lack in his size, making her crave for him to just ram into her already. But even the teasing was so hot to watch, eyes exchanging a few glances too.

Rory took his member in her hand, showing him exactly what she liked, even slapping her clit with his cock once or twice. She could tell Jess' mind was full of curiosity and also amazement what the modest girl he'd once dated had grown into, what she had learned and what she appreciated.

Instead of just entering her, he pulled Rory to sit over his thighs, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and the other one around her thigh. Rory clung to his neck, which she kissed. Positioning himself at her entrance felt unbelievable - it was long awaited, something Jess' teenage self had only dreamt of.

It was Rory who had less patience, and lowered down on his tip.

"Oh, fuck," Jess moaned, all of his senses heightened. With a fierce and powerful grip on her, he let her sink even more deeply onto him, causing them both to gasp.

Fighting to urge for more and faster, they steadied themselves, keeping a controlled rhythm, making sure to look at each other - eyes meeting, firm grasps on each-other's bodies speaking of their desire. It was a slow and delicate dance, only gaining some more momentum when Rory's insides spasmed again, pulling him over the edge with her. She could tell he'd hesitated for a minute whether to pull out, but she just kept moving, prolonging his orgasm through her own haze.

She didn't want him to go, she didn't want to lose contact. For the first time in months she didn't feel broken. Jess felt so good it almost made her not notice the void in her heart.

"I'm so glad you came," Rory exhaled into his ear, as they held each other.

The look on Jess' face was ridiculously happy, his lips slightly pale from the lack of blood in them.

The two fell asleep soon after, the echo of Rory's lingering kisses on his chest, arms clinging onto each other even through their sleep. They had sex a few more times during the night, just a simple touch taking things to another level and getting carried away. For the first time there were no boundaries between them. No other people to consider, no inexperience, no communication barrier... not to mention the lack of clothing.

They say, things are clearer in the morning.

But the thoughts that were crossing Rory's mind, having woken before Jess, were not really that clear. Had she not been on an endorphin high, she might even have thought her ideas were thoroughly crazy. Those ideas just mixed with all the memories from the time of their dating, the good times...The way she'd made out with him for hours and hours, that undeniable chemistry they had always had. The way they'd talked for hours this past month. Maybe this was the answer that she needed? He always knew just what to say to encourage her, but keep her grounded and give her direction when she needed it. He was uncomplicated, and had already proved so much better in communication. Maybe she'd always been wrong not to give him another real chance until now? He was right here, it was so simple...

The crazy part of this was the tiny glimmer of hope she felt inside her. What if she could undo what had happened? Start everything over again? With him, right then, right now, without delaying it further. She needed to fill that void.

"Hey," Jess replied, having watched Rory observe the ceiling for a few minutes, His hand grazed her bare stomach underneath the blanket, loving to position his hand just below her breast.

"Hey," Rory smiled at him, turning her head.

"You good?" he asked.

"A little sore," Rory smiled, biting into her lip.

Jess laid a fierce kiss on her lips. She'd just sounded so hot saying that.

"Jess..," she began, looking down for a second, hesitating.

"What?" he asked.

"Is it weird that this feels so natural being with you, this soon?" she pondered.

"It better be," he replied, kissing her clavicle.

"I just feel so stupid...," Rory fretted.

"About what?" Jess asked.

"That we waited so long..., maybe I, we, could've been happy all this time," she explained, her finger stroking over the side of his face, her lip making a grimace as she held back her tears. She felt she was rushing into assuming things, she probably was, but there were few people in the world she felt as comfortable with at that point.

"Hey-hey," he leaned his forehead against hers, "We're here now, isn't that all that matters?"

"I'm just so sick of waiting to be happy," Rory replied, burying herself in his chest.

"Then don't wait, be happy - let's be happy," Jess soothed her.

His embrace felt so good, she nearly didn't register the words that left her lips next.

"I want a baby, Jess," Rory said. It was too soon for any relationship, but she'd said it, and not believing his luck, having secretly dreamed of her for years, Jess didn't object.

That morning-after-pill was never bought, and through that entire weekend they remained in bed, getting lost in each-other.