A/N: Yup. I'm throwing out ANOTHER alt Raincoats and Recipes... Why? Because I feel like it.
Summary: Raincoats And Recipes... with a twist of Jess Mariano.
Disclaimer: Not mine! I have mucho respect for ASP... but I HATED the Season 4 finale... with the... Dean sex... so... My way! But I'm making no money.
Raining Recipes on My Coat
Jess begrudgingly trailed behind her.
He really hated Luke sometimes.
It had been Luke who had talked him into staying longer. Luke who had dragged him to the Dragonfly opening. Luke who had ordered him to aid Rory in her quest to bring CDs from the Gilmore residence.
Curse that Luke Danes.
Jess vowed revenge.
Like her rejection a few nights ago hadn't hurt enough.
Just being near her hurt.
As they entered her house, memories rushed back to him.
He was going to kill Luke for this.
She led him into her bedroom and began to gather jewel cases, and he stood back, awkward, and looked around. "Hasn't changed," he muttered.
"Should it have?" she asked icily.
He gave her a sideways glance. "You have."
He sighed. "You aren't going to make this easy, are you?"
Rory glared at him.
"For what, Jess?" Rory snapped. "For lying? Running away to California without saying good-bye? Saying 'I love you' and then running again? Or freaking me out at my dorm the other night?"
He stared at her. "All of the above."
"Fine," she said tersely. "Forgiven. Go away."
He nodded slowly and ran a hand through his hair. "If that's what you want."
"It is," she insisted. "What do you want?" she blurted out without thinking.
Jess shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "For you to look at me like something more than a bubonic plague victim, mostly... I'd settle for leprosy."
Rory rolled her eyes.
For a few moments, she gathered her discs in silence.
"I missed you," he mumbled.
"Oh, I could tell by your letters," she replied sarcastically. "Thanks for the smoke signals."
"You don't like smoke," he reminded her.
"It's not funny, Jess!" Rory yelled. "Stop making it into one of your stupid jokes!"
He sighed. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Leaving was never about you." He shook his head, defeated. "This is pointless." With that, he turned to the door.
She got their first and barricaded it. "No way are you pulling that again!"
Jess threw his hands up. "What else do you want me to say?!"
She didn't reply. She didn't really know.
He nodded. "This is your ploy to make me feel worse than I already do. Congratulations. Revenge is yours."
Rory shook her head. "No."
"I want answers," she told him quietly.
His stance became awkward again. "Okay."
"Why didn't you say good-bye?"
She rested her head back against the door. "Senior year."
He looked down.
He sighed, averting his eyes. "I was afraid... if I saw you one more time... I might have changed my mind. I couldn't stay, it would have been worse. But for you... If I saw you again... I might have."
She looked down at her shoes.
"I never wanted to get away from you," he told her. "I never wanted things to be like this..." He paused and his voice became quieter. "I love you, Rory."
She nodded slowly, and looked up at him. "W-why... how could you ask me to... the other night..."
"I jumped the gun," he muttered. "I saw Dean, and I... screwed up."
She gave him another nod, and crossed her arms. "You did."
"I meant all of it," he admitted in a half-whisper.
"I can't leave with you," she told him.
He nodded. "I know." He dug his hands deeper into his pockets. "I should go."
They stood in silence for a long, tense moment, before he took a small step forward to leave, but she wrapped her arms around him.
He stayed perfectly still until she started kissing him.
Then he started moving.
He pulled away from her. "Rory?"
She merely shook her head and pulled him into another kiss.
They grew more heated as the moments passed, and they still hadn't let go of one another. She pulled back a little to unzip his jacket and shove it from his shoulders and arms to the floor, leaving him in a thin t-shirt. She clung to him and kissed him deeply again, as they guided each other to the bed, tripping on books and... well, books that were scattered on the floor.
He'd just laid her down onto the soft mattress when the front door opened and closed.
Rory reluctantly broke their kiss and sat up. "Come on."
She sighed. "I love you."
He nodded slowly.
"I hate what you did but I love you. This past school year... I wasn't me because there was no you."
He kissed her again.
She took his hand gently, and guided him out into the kitchen, just as Lorelai rushed in.
"Rory! You wouldn't believe-"The older Gilmore stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing the couple.
"Hi, Mom," Rory said.
Lorelai blinked. "...Hello..."
"I can explain," Rory reassured, smoothing her dress out a little.
Lorelai nodded and looked them up and down. They looked extremely disheveled. She glanced beyond them into the bedroom, where the bed lay made, and only slightly rumpled. She breathed out a sigh of relief. "Explain away."
Rory sighed. "Jess and I did a lot of talking... and yelling... and..." She gave him a glance and he nodded. "We're thinking of getting back together."
Lorelai's eyes widened. "Wow."
The back door opened, and Dean stepped in.
Rory and Lorelai both stared, a little shocked.
Dean stared right back. "Uhm... bad time?"
"Yeah," Lorelai blurted out. "It really is."
Jess wrapped an arm around Rory and held his glare.
Dean nodded slowly. "Okay... I'll just..." He glared at Jess. "Catch Rory another time." He turned around, and something slipped from his pocket as he slid his hand out from it.
Lorelai's eyes nearly fell out of her head. "Hold it right there, Mister!"
Dean stopped and looked down at the item he dropped. "Oh..."
Jess tried his very best not to laugh. He buried his face in Rory's hair.
Rory didn't know what to say. "D-... uhm..."
"Is that a prophylactic you just dropped on my floor?" Lorelai asked, still shocked.
"Lorelai..." Dean began.
"What are you doing here with a condom in your pocket?!" Lorelai cried frantically. "Why does everyone all of the sudden want to sleep with my daughter?!"
"It isn't what it looks like!" Dean protested.
"My daughter's married ex-boyfriend just showed up with a Trojan condom in his pocket!" Lorelai yelled. "It's exactly what it looks like!"
"I'd run if I were you," Jess interjected.
"Ahahahaha," Lorelai laughed sharply. "I'd run if I were you, too, Mr. Kerouac!"
"Gone," Jess replied, giving a nod.
Rory grabbed his arm before he could leave and kissed him softly. "Where will you be?"
"I'm gonna go back to the Dragonfly," he replied.
"Promise?" Rory asked.
He nodded. "I promise."
"Jess!" Lorelai yelled. "Out!"
Jess kissed Rory one last time and then headed for the door. He glanced at Dean and smirked. "Good luck with that."
Dean glared and watched Jess saunter out.