I own nothing. Just the thoughts in my head.

It'd been a week since Rory and Jess had met on the bridge. She went back to school in time for her first class. She had breakfast with Lorelai at Luke's and left. Luke and Lorelai kept giving them funny looks, but said nothing about it at the time. Afterwards, they both agreed to pump their respective kid for information. They were mostly just glad they weren't screaming or crying afterwards.

Luke's Diner. Mid-afternoon

"Hey, Luke!"

"You're in a good mood!"

"Ah, well, why shouldn't I be? The inn is almost finished, and now I get coffee. Life is perfect."

"Such simple things make you happy."

"Yeah, well, I'm a low maintenance kind of girl."

Luke snorted, shook his head and went to get her coffee.

"What? Geez, I'm not sure I like the attitude that comes with the service around here."

"Sorry, wouldn't want to lose that tip."

"That's right, mister. Hey, Luke, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Well, remember oh so long ago, we had a fight about you moving away? I know you obviously didn't, but what happened with you and Nicole?"

"Well, uh, she stopped by and we talked, and agreed that we should just put the paperwork through. Now we're divorced."

"You're not married anymore?"

"No, why?"

"Just, you know, wondering. In case I'd have to introduce you to someone, so I know what to say, oh this is my married friend, Luke, or my single friend, Luke."

"Why can't you say my friend Luke? Single in front of is sounds sort of pathetic. Like you're-oh god, you aren't going to set me up with someone are you? I hate that."

"No, no, I'm not. I just, really, I really just wondered. That's all."

"Okay. Good."

"Good."

"So, uh, did you hear anything from Rory about the encounter?"

"The encounter? Luke, that sounds so foreboding, so well, dirty!"

"Lorelai. . ."

"Okay, jeesh, let's see. She said they talked. And it was nice."

"She gets that from you, you know."

"What?"

"The lack of pertinent information at crucial times."

"I got more out of her, I have my ways."

"Well?"

"Well, he'd sent her some journal, and they talked about the fact that he was sorry for leaving her and they seemed unusually mature about it really. Then they came back here for coffee and talked about the classes they were taking. Very innocent."

"Yeah, that's what he said."

"He told you about it?"

"Yes. Why is that hard to believe?"

"Sorry, it's just, well, times have changed. You two having heart-to- hearts."

"We're not women, I just asked if she'd wanted to kill him, he said no, told me how he'd managed to get her to listen and that it was good. You know, they've talked a few times this week over the phone."

"You are women!"

"Shut up and drink your coffee, before I take it away."

"Mean."

"Women." Luke muttered and walked away to ring up someone's order.

Rory's Dorm. Saturday night.

Knock, knock, knock.

Rory's head popped up. She wasn't expecting anyone. She'd curled up on the sofa to watch DVD's all night since she was the only roommate home this weekend, she thought she'd go all out. She ordered Indian food, and was enjoying some of her favorite movies. She wrapped her blanket around her and paused her movie before heading to the door.

Jess was standing on the other side of the door. She looked at him for a moment with a look of shock on her face.

"Are you sick?"

"What? No. Why?"

"The blanket, you look like you were in bed-it's only 7 on a Saturday night."

"Oh, I was on the sofa watching movies."

"Oh, right. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sorry, come on in."

"So this is a dorm room, huh?"

"This is our suite. I share it with three other girls and all their stuff, mind you."

"Right. What are you-are you watching Almost Famous?" He smirked at her. She'd been caught.

"Well, you see it enough, it grows on you." She mumbled at him.

"I converted you."

"Maybe."

"Can we sit, I wanted to tell you something."

"Sure, c'mon."

They settled down onto her couch, and she turned the television off.

"I told you about that internship the professor told me to check out? The publishing house?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I went and interviewed for it a while ago, and I got a letter today saying I got it."

"Wow, Jess, that's great."

Rory leaned the distance between them and gave him a huge hug. He put his arms around her to return the hug and they stayed there, like that for a while. Long enough for her to bury her face into his chest. Long enough for him for smell her shampoo. Finally they both released their grip on the other and leaned back a bit.

"Jess, I,"

"I just wanted to tell you. I wasn't even sure you'd be home, on a Saturday night and all."

"Where would I be?"

"On a date?"

"I don't do much of that. I had one since you and it was a disaster. I'm not really good at small talk with strangers."

"Rory. I thought you'd moved on."

"Well, I moved to Yale. There just hasn't been anyone else that I wanted to, well, I just kept thinking about you, and I,"

Jess took the babbling as a good sign and reached out with a single finger and pressed it up against her lips. She stopped talking and looked into his eyes. Her expression was a mixture of longing, sadness and anticipation. If he didn't kiss her right now, he'd lose his nerve. He hadn't planned on this, but he wasn't going to lose the chance either. He leaned in and replaced his finger with his lips. He kissed her with everything he had, and she was drawn closer. She moved so she was sitting on top of him, straddling his lap.

Blood was rushing all over her body; every part of her felt like it was pounding. He always evoked this response in her. She was almost powerless against him. But that was what she liked the most. Everything in her life was thought out and picked very carefully. He made her lose herself in pleasure. She'd never experienced anything like that before.

When they finally pulled back a bit, panting slightly, he started to speak.

"I didn't come over here for that. I'm not complaining, I just wanted you to know that."

"I know."

"I've missed that. I've missed you so much."

"Me too." Rory's eyes were welling up with tears. One slipped out and fell down her cheek.

"Hey, do you want me to go?"

"What, no, I just. Are we doing this? Cause we're doing good, I feel like it could be different this time. It could work better."

Jess wiped the tear from her cheek.

"I think so too. I want it, too. I know you might take a while not to doubt me."

"Jess, as far as I'm concerned we're even. I left you, you left me. But this is where we keep ending up. Together. How can I doubt that?"

Jess pulled Rory's lips back down to his own, kissing her with more passion than he'd ever felt in his life. She responded and began taking off her shirt. He pulled back a little and looked at her. She met his gaze and smiled.

"Rory, this would be a wonderful avenue to continue down, but if this is going to work, don't you think we might want to keep going kind of, well, slower?"

"Jess, how often do you think I get suite to myself?"

"I know, but there are other places we can go to be alone. I'll be getting a place of my own soon, and there are hotels in this world-nice ones."

"You're getting your own place?"

"Yeah, that's what I was going to tell you. The internship is in New Haven, and school's in Hartford, so I thought I'd look for my own place. I'll be coming and going all hours of the day and night, driving Luke nuts. And I can afford it now, without the diner, the internship is paid. So as much as I don't want you to stop, tonight, maybe we could just be together."

"So you came here more hoping I'd agree to coffee every once in a while after work and class, huh?"

"Sort of. This is nice, too, though." He smiled and they kissed again.

"Though, uh, maybe we could not wait really long."

"You just can't resist me." She smiled and pushed at his shoulder playfully.

"No, Rory, I really can't."

The End. Thank you for reading. All reviews appreciated.