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A/N: So this is it. After all this time, after all I've put you guys through, after sticking w/ me for the past THREE years - this is finally DONE! Be warned this chapter is extra long, because there was a lot I had to fit in here, so hope you enjoy reading it!

Jess stood aside under a shady tree watching the newly married couple pose for their pictures. Emily had once again asserted her power as mother of the bride and insisted on being in charge of pictures.

Which meant Jess was stuck outside on a beautiful sunny day, in a three piece suit, held captive by Emily Gilmore. After they had spent twenty minutes taking pictures of the wedding party, with Emily ordering people to change spots and turn various body parts at uncomfortable angles, Jess had dared murmur to April who had been standing beside him, "If we go at this any longer, she'll run out of ways for us to stand. We'll soon be dancing on our heads to please her."

Unluckily for him, Emily's sharp ears had picked up his complaint, and she rounded down on him, "Is this your wedding?"

Jess glared at her sulkily, "No."

"Is it your daughter's wedding?" She asked with dangerous politeness, her lips pressed together in a thin line.

"No," Jess replied taking miniscule steps back.

"Well then you can just stand by that tree while we take our pictures and keep your opinions to yourself young man. Why Lorelai allowed you to be a part of this wedding I will never know."

And so Jess was banished to the corner for which he was extremely grateful for. He would have left, but Emily had specifically mentioned that she wanted individual pictures of each couple of the wedding party and although he would never admit to it, he was too frightened of the eldest Gilmore woman to disobey.

But he wasn't alone for too long as Lorelai joined him soon after seeking the shade of the tree while Sookie and Kirk were taking their turn in front of the camera.

"My mother scare you?" Lorelai questioned amiably.

"No," Jess replied shortly.

"You don't have to lie to me," she whispered conspiringly, "You, me – we're in this together. She doesn't like us."

Jess studied Lorelai out of the corner of his eye as she delicately wiped an imaginary drop of sweat of her brow. He saw her watching Luke talk to April not too far off, her blank expression badly concealing her happiness.

"It's the way she talks to you," he finally relented, confessing his fears.

Lorelai blinked away the moment's silence and grinned at him. "Like you're a piece of gum stuck under her shoe. Oh, I know."

"With that condescending tone," Jess added.

He spoke up again after a couple of minutes of quiet, "And the way I see her looking at me."

"Like you're some kinda a freak?"

"Please don't sing."

"I wasn't going to." She started laughing, "Wait till I tell Rory that you got a Britney reference."

He just ignored her and chose instead to watch Rory who was currently beside her grandfather.

"You know, Rory loves her too much to spend time mocking her, and Luke just sticks to his occasional rants. But you…" she gave him a delighted look, "You joined me in Emily bashing. I respect you."

Jess smirked and nodded his thanks just as Emily spoke out, "Okay, Lorelai and Luke, with your best man and maid-of-honour."

"Want to see how long we can pretend to ignore her," Lorelai dared.

"Is it safe?" he asked warily.

"For me, today? Yeah. For you…," she trailed off, conspicuously sliding a finger across her throat.

Jess sighed, walking away from the shade, "Might as well go. You can't keep your husband waiting."

"My husband," she skipped along with him dreamily, "Got such a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

Jess just shook his head. "Congratulations, by the way," he wished sincerely.

All playfulness aside, she stopped and looked at him. "Thanks," she said warmly.

He smiled and followed her to Luke watching as she placed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Now Lorelai," Emily chided, "You're getting lipstick all over him."

"Can't have that, can we?" Jess' sarcastic voice whispered.

Emily didn't bother wasting words on him this time; rather she shot him one of her special death glares.

They took their picture, Rory, Lorelai, Luke and Jess, and that quickly turned into a family picture with April being added, followed by Liz, TJ and Doula. Then the Gilmore's needed one of their own. Within the next hour they had exhausted every possible combination and Jess could've sworn that every member of Stars Hollow had been photographed.

"How are you putting up with this?" he asked his uncle who had been in practically every frame, genuine admiration in his voice.

"I'm trying not to think about it," Luke revealed obvious boredom and fatigue in his tone. "But I will shoot someone if they ever point another camera at me."

Once again, Emily's words rang out, "I think we're done folks," she beamed at the last remaining people – the rest had already headed back to the town square to prepare for the reception.

Luke and Jess let out identical sighs of relief, when Richard spoke up, "Not so fast Emily, you're still missing one more."

"What? That can't be possible," she turned to her husband, "I made sure we covered everyone."

"Yes, yes," he waved away her disbelief, "But while you were taking pictures of the wedding party, you had sent that poor lad, what's his name," he looked around absent mindedly, "-ah yes, Jess, to that tree. And in doing so, you missed a picture of the best man and maid of honour."

"That can't be true," Emily snapped looking around for assurance.

"Oh, it's true Mother," Lorelai agreed in mock graveness, shooting Jess a smirk.

"Rory?" Emily turned to the only person she could trust.

She smiled sympathetically at her grandmother, "I'm sorry grandma. But I'm sure Jess won't mind if we miss out on this photo."

"Nonsense, it won't take long at all. How about we take this one under the tree? Since that boy is so fond of it."

Jess didn't need any instructions. He grudgingly waited for Rory to join him under the tree, offered her his arm and angled his body toward hers. She slipped her arm through his, her fingers finding their home on his bicep, turning her body into his.

The photographer nodded in approval and counted off, ending with a flash.

But they knew better than to think it was done. Sure enough Emily's reproaches reached their ears, "Oh, for god's sake Jess, fix that tie."

With his free hand he obeyed, shifting his tie about, quite unsure where its proper position was supposed to be.

"Rory?" Emily asked exasperated.

"Yes grandma," she laughed and turned to Jess, "Hold my bouquet."

He took it, meeting her dancing blue eyes, brought out by the colour of her dress. He loved the way she looked, framed by the greenness of the tree and grass, the sun lighting her hair, her face glowing as the wind gently rippled through her brown tendrils. He rolled his eyes: this woman was turning him into a horrible, cheese producing poet.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing."

She shrugged lightly, her fingers on his tie and gently moving it about. He noticed she was taking an unnecessarily long time, so he tried again.

"Rory."

"Hm…" she looked up at him, locking her gaze with his, her hands resting on the black silk of his tie.

"You're beautiful."

She smiled broadly, but still wouldn't give him what he wanted, "Thanks"

Looking on from beside the photographer, Emily ordered softly, "Take a picture now."

The photographer captured the moment, and then another of Jess brushing aside a strand of Rory's hair, after Emily gave him a sharp nudge.

"They look good together, don't they?" Lorelai asked Luke, they too watching from the side.

"Yeah, they do."

They had successfully made it back to the town square after stopping by the Dragonfly for a light snack and a chance to freshen up. Now as they gathered before Luke's they had a clear view of the transformed town center. The trees sparkled with lights that cast a faint glow on the scene, combined with the warm tones of the setting sun. A light breeze had started up, thankfully cooling the day and causing the flower petals on the many table centerpieces and decorations to flutter lazily. The chairs and tables were no ordinary lawn furniture, but sturdy pieces that Emily had gotten delivered from a banquet hall for the night. They tables were draped in an expensive white linen, and the chairs were covered with a similar navy coloured material tied elegantly at the back. Blue dust glittered invitingly at each table where guests had already gathered, and were idly talking amongst themselves, playing with their name cards of ivory card paper.

"Wow Mom, you really outdid yourself," Lorelai praised making her way up to the long table reserved for the wedding party.

Luke echoed her words in thanks, joining Lorelai at the table. As much as he was enjoying the day, he would be glad when this day was over and he no longer had to be the center of attention.

The guests spotting the married couple and their posse, stood up with cheers, applause and a few whistles and catcalls, courtesy of Babette and Miss Patty.

"Go on sugar," Babette yelled to Lorelai in her scratchy voice, "Pinch his butt. You're married now, and we all want to see that happen."

Lorelai winked at her, not bothering to be discreet, she reached over and gave Luke's behind a choicest pinch. Before he could register what Babette had said, Luke felt his wife's fingers squeezing his flesh – in public. The horror settled on his face and he gladly sank into his seat as the cheers grew louder.

Miss Patty sighed dreamily, "Oh to be married to that hunk of meat."

Feeling it was time to save Luke from any more of her mother's antics, Rory stood up, reached for the microphone, acting as the unofficial MC, and cleared her throat and greeted the guests, "On behalf of Mom and Luke, I'd like to thank everyone for coming. I know it means a lot to them to be sharing this day with you. They wouldn't be here if it wasn't for this town and its people."

She paused smiling at her mother and then continued her with her toast, "I'll never forget the day when Mom came home with a coffee cup in one hand and a danish in the other. There I was, a kid with an innocent system functioning without coffee, when mom thrust a take-out cup that had 'Luke's' written on it, into my face, declaring that she'd just tasted the best coffee in the world. She then went on to officially announce that we were going to become regular customers of this new diner that she had found. And then she continued to recount how she had met the grumpiest, but in her words, the sexiest man with gorgeous blue eyes, who owned the diner. She told me how charming she had been, how this man was already falling for her, and how within a week she'd have him eating out of her hand and taking her out on a date. Well, obviously that didn't happen so soon, but what did happen was something much more beautiful. While I became addicted to coffee, I watched Mom and Luke become addicted to each other. It didn't take long for them to become friends – best friends – and for Luke to become a staple character in our lives. I've watched their relationship, their friendship grow and blossom to this deep, pure love. I watched Mom go from one guy to the next, but at the end of the day she always came back to Luke."

Rory stopped for a moment, her eyes shining with unshed tears, directly addressing Luke and Lorelai, "It hit me one day when I was sixteen, after a Friday night dinner, when it was just the three of us. We were drinking coffee and eating pie, and Luke was listening to Mom rant about Grandma. It was then that I realized I had started thinking of Luke as part of our family. That the three of us were a mother, father and daughter."

She let a couple of tears fall, and she wiped them away speaking through a watery laugh, "And now it's come true."

She raised her glass of champagne, "To Mom and Luke."

As everyone drank and Rory returned to her seat, Lorelai reached over and squeezed her daughter's hand, "You did it, you made Luke cry."

"I am not crying," Luke contradicted gruffly, but there was no denying the redness of his eyes. "Hey Rory, you know I love you too, right?"

Rory nodded, smiling brightly. Lorelai watched the quiet exchange her eyes matching Luke's. She cleared her throat suddenly, "Okay, no more tears. We can't have my mascara running. Besides, we have to listen to Jess now."

Jess groaned. Luke had warned him about the speech when he had asked him to be the best man, and Jess was hoping that they had forgotten about it. Apparently there would be no such luck. So he trudged his way to the microphone and took it in his hand. He sighed and began.

"I was sincerely hoping that Lorelai would forget," he spoke into the microphone, feeling extremely vulnerable and exposed.

"Oh sugar, anything to see that body of yours more clearly," Babette called from the crowd.

Jess had the decency to blush and plunged forward, "Right… so, um, most of you, if not all know Luke." He shuffled and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, "You know what a decent guy he is. You know what a simple guy he is. There have never been many needs or wants in Luke's life, but once he knows he needs something, he'll make sure he gets it. Somewhere down the road he realized he not only wanted Lorelai but needed her too. Took him long enough, but he finally got her."

Jess smirked as Luke and Lorelai gave him identical eye rolls. "They deserve each other. Congratulations," he toasted, raising the mic into the air.

The wedding couple wasted no time with their thanks, allowing the guests to indulge in Sookie's delicious cooking. Jess leaned back, having polished off the chocolate on his plate, stomach pleasantly full after diner, and drank in the scene before him. Guests were mingling, the darkness had cushioned the night and there was buzz of merriment. He was broken out of his trance with a rather different buzz from the pocket of his pant. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out Rory's cell. He clearly read 'New York Times' on the LED screen and swallowed the nervousness in his throat.

"Hello?" he answered the call.

"May I speak to Rory Gilmore? I'm calling on behalf of the Times; in regard to an interview she had last week," came the professional voice from the other end.

"Certainly," Jess got up to get Rory, knowing exactly where she was in the crowd for his eyes had been casually following her. He found her talking with Dean and Linsey and handed her the phone, effectively stopping their conversation. He registered the worry and anticipation in her eyes when she understood who was calling, but knew she needed to do this on her own. He watched her walk away to a secluded spot, then turned back to his teenage nemesis.

"Hey," he jerked his head in a semblance of an acknowledgement, pleased to find no hint of jealousy.

"They invited us. Luke and Lorelai. And Rory," Dean fumbled.

"That's good," Jess replied absentmindedly, more focused on trying to read Rory's body language.

There was a moment's silence when Linsey asked the question they had all been waiting for, "So are you and Rory together now?"

That brought Jess' attention back to the people in front of him, "No."

He simply stared down the two, before feeling pity, "So you're married. Congrats."

"Thanks," Dean said awkwardly. Luckily for them, Daniella bounded up just then stretching out her hands to her father, who lifted her thankfully.

"Who are you?" she looked at Jess.

"Jess. Who are you?"

"I'm Daddy's daughter," she stated confidently.

"Oh," Jess merely raised his eyebrows at Dean and then frowned, lost again. Rory should have been done by now.

"He's being rude," Daniella stated simply to her father.

Jess smirked, "Like father, like daughter."

"Right," Linsey interrupted, hoping to prevent a teenage reenactment, "We're going to wish Luke and Lorelai. Tell Rory please. It was nice meeting you again Jess."

Jess nodded and turned around intending to go to Rory, only to find her running toward him, a large smile plastered onto her face. She reached him and threw her arms around his neck, speaking elatedly into his ear, "I got it! I got the job."

He hugged her fiercely, unable to contain his smile. "I hate to say it, but I told you so."

She laughed and kissed his cheek, "I have to tell Mom and Luke. And Lane and April and grandma and grandpa," she let go of him and ran away, hair bouncing in the wind.

"Honey," Miss Patty came up behind Jess, stroking his back lightly and making him jump, "I think you need and want Rory. It's in the face, it says it all."

It was nearly 10 o'clock, and the party showed no signs of winding down. Hep Alien had belted out continuously for the past three hours, providing great music and leaving the guests with weary feet. There had been a second round of champagne as the town celebrated Rory's job offer, and Jess doubted anyone would be getting any sleep tonight. He had taken up a post in an abandoned seat off to the side, a happy change from the spot at the head table. He smiled as he saw his cousin coming toward him, but made no notion of moving.

"The DJ's taking over now," April informed sitting down beside Jess.

"Hm… Zack was getting tired. You could hear it."

"Well, three hours is a lot," Lane tiredly came up, defending her husband and took a seat with them.

They sat quietly, as the first notes of Shania Twain's From this Moment floated out. "You should dance," April advised.

"Is this your subtle way of asking me to dance with you?"

"No, this is my subtle way of telling you to ask Rory."

"I don't dance."

"Neither does Luke, but he made an exception. Actually three – Lorelai, Rory and April," Lane chimed in.

"It's his wedding, he's obligated to," Jess retorted.

"And you're the best man. It's your obligation to never leave the maid of honour," April said.

"That's a lie."

"What is?" A new voice joined them.

"Nothing," Jess covered smoothly.

"He wants to dance with you," April offered.

"No, I don't," Jess reiterated.

"Ouch, that hurts," Rory faked pain, clutching her heart.

Jess stared at the three of them who were giggling now, "You planned this."

"Who? Us?" Rory faked mock innocence.

"Never," April swore with a straight face.

They broke out giggling again. Jess sighed maturely and shook his head. Rory snorted at his antics and quietly snuck her hand into his, "Dance with me," she murmured, staring into his eyes. She got up, hand still in his, gazes still locked, walking backward toward the dance floor. Her hand dragged along his fingers and touched the air as she walked further away from Jess, who sat still in his chair. He watched her lick her lips, and then slowly bite down on the lower, fuller one, her arm still outstretched, and waiting for his. She was trying to seduce him to get him to dance with her, and it was working.

"You're going to let that walk away," April asked incredulously breaking his thoughts. He took the time to glare at his cousin, and then got up and walked to Rory. As he took her hand, he saw her shoot a smirk and a wink at April and Lane.

"You are incorrigible," he grumbled, allowing Rory to lead him to the dance floor.

"Oh stop pretending like you're not going to enjoy this," she teased, placing her on his shoulder. "Besides, half the song is already over."

He muttered something incoherent and pulled Rory closer to him, eliminating any space between their bodies. He listened to her chatter away about the job and how it was so close to home; how great the pay way; how if she proved herself within a year, she could be writing about the war, perhaps even travelling so she could report from the site. He squeezed her gently, when she finally stopped for breath, and they allowed themselves to listen to the swell of the music and Shania hit the high notes.

"Want to twirl?" Jess' breath washed over her ear.

He felt her hair gently tickle his skin as she nodded, and he spun her around on his finger. She laughed as her dress flared around her, and she landed back in his arms, both of hers around his neck.

"I feel like I'm two again," she smiled.

He played with the ends of her hair in response, tightening his hold on her as they gently swayed, aware only a few more notes were left on the song.

"Jess."

He met her eyes questioningly. They burned right through him, and he felt his skin heating up.

"You're beautiful."

He merely stared at her, a small smile playing on his lips as the song died down. Part of him wanted to crow in victory, but the other, bigger part, couldn't break the intensity of the moment.

"I can't believe you got Jess onto the dance floor!" Lorelai interrupted, stopping beside them, Luke by her side.

Rory glared at her mother, "And you say Luke's timing sucks."

It was nearing one now, and the guests were either drunk, exhausted or had already gone home. Emily had ordered the hired help to start cleaning up, and an overbearingly energetic Lorelai had shouted out her goodnight, dragging Luke with her back to the Crap Shack. April had informed Jess and Rory that she was heading back to the apartment, not soon after Lane and Zach had gone home.

Which left Rory and Jess.

"I don't want this night to end," Rory confided, poking her foot into the grass, "It's been so perfect."

Jess grinned, feeling suddenly awake, "What do you have in mind?"

She shrugged, "Anything. But I must warn you, our options are limited because there is not much I can do in these heels. My feet are killing me."

"Well then milady," Jess bowed before her, twirling his hand in a manner that no one else would ever have the opportunity of witnessing, "Your wish is my command."

"I think you're spending too much time with TJ," Rory laughed as Jess turned his back toward her, crouching down.

"I am but your noble steed," he sighed dramatically waiting for Rory, who jumped onto his back and snaked her arms around his neck, while he secured her legs at his hips.

"First you twirl me and now a piggy-back ride," Rory commented, "I must spend more time with you."

"It's only because I spend too much time with Doula."

"Well you're my horse now. Giddy up," Rory called, urging Jess to speed up. He gladly obliged, picking up the pace and running from the town square, and bumping into a drunken Taylor.

The town mayor glared at the two and slurred, "Hooligans. Whenever you are in this town it becomes a menace. Galloping like you're little fools. Really Ror- ror- roy," he struggled, "I thought more highly of you."

"Sorry Taylor," Rory apologized meekly. But her apology fell on deaf ears as Taylor had already straggled off half way through his reprimand.

"Want to decorate his shop with toilet paper?" Jess asked casually.

"He'll know it was you. Taylor has a spidey sense when it comes to you. We have to think of something more discreet. That involves a black tux, sunglasses and introducing yourself as Mariano, Jess Mariano."

"I'll leave that up to you. I'll stick to good old fashioned playing hooky."

"Fine," Rory relented, as she rested her chin against his head. "Are we going to the bridge?" she asked lazily.

"Yeah," he confirmed, carrying her in silence.

Once they reached the bridge, he set her down gently and gazed at the water lit by the moonlight.

"It's so pretty here," she breathed, "So calm and peaceful."

He nodded, not wasting any words. They both sat down, feet dangling over, listening to the gentle rustling of the leaves.

"I was attacked by a swan."

"What?" she asked.

"A swan. That night I showed up late to dinner with Emily." He didn't know why he was telling her this.

"But you said-"

He cut her off, "I lied. I couldn't bear to tell you the truth. You'd laugh."

"Wait," she said, trying to understand, "You're telling me you showed up late that night, with a black eye that a swan gave you?"

"Yeah."

"A swan – white bird, really beautiful and dainty."

He snorted, "Not so beautiful and definitely not dainty."

"A swan attacked you!" Rory burst out laughing, doubling over, and finally comprehending what Jess was saying. "Did it think you were the ugly duckling?"

"Yes, how funny. Laugh at my pain," Jess said drily, but he couldn't help smiling too.

"Why are you telling me this now," she asked, after managing to catch her breath.

He shrugged, "I don't know. It happened here – figured now is better than never."

"Well thank you," she said, slipping her arm through his and laying her head against his shoulder.

She looked at him after a couple of minutes of silence, a devilish grin on her face, "Want to see if the swan's still there?"

He looked at her questioningly.

She got up, hands on her hips, "I want to go for a swim."

He appraised her warily, "Rory, are you crazy? Maybe I should take you home. I think April's waiting for us."

She waved him off, "It'll be fun. No one's out, it'll just be you and me."

Jess couldn't deny the shiver that ran down his body at the prospect of that.

"I could get Luke to push you in again," Rory offered.

"I don't see why I keep coming back here when there are so many unpleasant memories associated with this bridge."

"Well I'm going in," Rory said stubbornly, having already made up her mind. She reached behind her to unhook the dress and untie the strings at the nape of her neck.

"Rory…" Jess tried again half-heartedly, unable to take his eyes off her actions. He noticed, for the second time in the day, Rory turning on a sexy display for him. He watched her unzip the back of her dress and pull the material down, stepping out of the pool of blue silk at her feet. He found he was suddenly unable to speak or breathe through the dryness in his throat as he drank in the sight of Rory in a black strapless bra and matching panties. It was taking all of his self-control not to reach out and touch her.

"You would have never done this when you were seventeen."

"I'm not seventeen anymore," she grinned, and with those last words, she jumped into the water. It wasn't deep, stopping at her shoulders, but it was pleasant.

"Come in," Rory tried again, gently splashing Jess.

He shook his head, quite unsure why he wasn't joining her, landing on the fact that he had gone crazy. He watched her lazily float away and then swim back to him.

He watched her reach the bridge and climb back onto it.

"You've had too much to drink," he swallowed as she kneeled beside him.

She rolled her eyes, "Barely anything. Quit being such a spoil sport."

He watched her hands reach up to the buttons on his shirt, and begin to undo them.

"Rory…" he tried weakly.

"Stop me if you really want to," she met his eyes.

He didn't say anything.

He felt her remove his shirt from his pants, but couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. He felt her hands brush against his chest as she took the white fabric off his shoulders. He felt his heart beat faster and he saw her pupils darken.

"You going to take your pants off yourself?" she asked her voice barely above her whisper.

He nodded, too afraid to let her venture so far.

She tore her eyes away and leapt back into the water, "I'm waiting."

He took off the pants of his tux, leaving him in black boxers, never taking his eyes off her retreating figure.

And then he stepped into the water with her.

"Catch me," Rory laughed, splashing him and swimming away.

"It's on Gilmore," Jess said, cleanly cutting through the water as he swam after her.

It didn't take him long to catch up with her, owed to the simple fact that she never participated in any sport. He grabbed onto her foot which was kicking furiously in front of his face as she tried to get away.

"So does this mean you're 'it' now?" he asked, smirking at her easy capture.

"Something like that," she glinted playfully.

And with that he was off, moving toward the bridge. Luckily for Rory, the bridge acted as her advocate, blocking Jess' path since he had no intention of swimming under it. So he waited until she neared, and ducked under the water.

Rory stopped where she was, having lost sight of Jess and looked around hopelessly. She didn't have to wait for too long, because he popped up behind her and tapped her shoulder.

"Looking for me?"

She turned around, hair clinging to her face and a smile spread across her features.

"That's not fair."

"What isn't?" Jess asked innocently, taking a step forward so that Rory could see the water droplets clinging to his lashes.

And then her eyes met his and suddenly the atmosphere changed. The playfulness had gone, leaving in its wake a raw sexual tension that warmed both their bodies to the core.

"Hey," he whispered, his hand making its way under the water and finding her waist, gently creating circles on her bare skin, daring to skim the edge of her panties.

"Hey," she breathed back, placing her palms on his chest taking her time to feel its contours and hardness.

His other hand left the water and gently brushed back a wet strand of her hair and then cradled her face.

"Rory…"

She couldn't leave his eyes even if she wanted to, the emotions swirling in them deepening the immensity of the moment.

"So here we are," she murmured, taking another step toward him, pressing her body against his so that the little water that had been between them, teasing their bare skin was now gone. She could feel him everywhere, and was still left wanting more. She heard the sharp intake of his breath and saw the raw darkness of his eyes that sent a wave of heat running through her body.

"Yeah, here we are."

And then he used his hand to gently pull her face closer to his and his lips were on hers. She wrapped her arms around him, as she kissed him back, feeling the softness of his lips and the hard planes of his body. He kissed her hungrily, teeth grazing her lips, his tongue probing, desperately trying to convey through his actions how much he loved her.

She got the message, opening her mouth to his, burying her hands in his wet hair, wrapping her legs around his hips, feeling the water envelope them.

They broke apart, gasping for air, chests heaving in unison as Jess ran his arms down her body, one hand cupping her bottom, pushing her into him, while the other got tangled in her hair.

"I don't ever want to let you go," Jess confessed, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I don't ever want to leave," Rory reassured, kissing him back.

"You and me. Forever," he laid it out.

"No messing it up this time," she added.

"Good," he smiled, "Now that we're on the same page," he lifted her out of the water and joined her on the bridge. "April's at home, and I really doubt we want to be in the same place as your mom and Luke right now…" he trailed off, capturing her lips and lowering her down onto the bridge.

She giggled at his train of thought, which was soon stopped, only to be replaced by her low moans as he showed her just what forever had in store for them.

A/N: So there you go! What did you guys think? I really enjoyed the last scenes and I hope the speeches weren't too long or boring, because I did have fun writing them.

I just want to say THANK YOU to everyone who has either reviewed this story, 'favourated' it, or put it on your alerts. It has meant the world to me and I'm just glad that I have been able to write for one of my favourite couples of all time.

I would also like to point out that I did update at the time I said I would. I'm leaving for uni in two days and I finished He'll be the One just in time for it :D

Um... what else? I doubt I'll be writing an epilogue because I like this ending, and if I ever want to write one, I might just post it as a one-shot. Thus for now, this story is COMPLETE!

Once again thank you, and please review! Rory and Jess forever!

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