Luke's Ten Minute Rule – Chapter 4

The cold wind blew in through the door pushing my hair away from my face. Jess's hands were shoved deep in his pockets and his breath made the air turn white.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Hey," he replied. He didn't move.

"Come in," I said, moving away from the door frame. He still didn't move. I waited a couple of seconds but still nothing, he was just looking down at his shoes and breathing.

"Please come in?" I said, dipping my head so I could see his eyes, "It's cold." He turned his face away and sighed. I waited a couple more seconds before grabbing the front of his jacket and yanking him inside. What's with you? I thought. Jess stumbled a bit from my pull and wandered toward the kitchen, me following close behind. We walked in and he sat at the table, I sat across from him.

"You okay?" I asked, my heart began to pump with more force than usual, my stomach becoming heavy.

He just nodded, "Yeah," resting his arms on the table. He finally lifted his head and looked straight into my eyes. I sighed, unsure of what to do next.

"You want something to drink? We don't have much… water? We have water," I suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

He just shook his head. "No thanks."

"Okay," I nodded. I got up and walked to think sink to get myself a drink. As I picked a cup up off the rack, his chair made screeching noises against the floor as he scooted it out. I didn't turn to see what he was doing. The cup filled up with water after I turned the tap on and I sculled almost the whole thing. Two big hands on my hips startled me and I jumped a little, tipping the remaining water down the sink.

My heart was beating so fast I could hear it! My stomach felt like there was an elephant doing gymnastics inside it. I tried to keep my breath steady but it just came out in long, wobbly threads. I felt his mouth kiss the right side of my neck from behind and I goose bumps rose on my skin. I wanted to turn around and kiss him back but I didn't dare move, my body was frozen like ice. His hands snaked onto my stomach and he hugged my waist. I placed the cup back onto the rack and let my hands dangle in the sink.

His kisses were slow and simple pecks but they burned me like hot plates. He took his hand from my torso to move the hair away from my neck. In a few short seconds, I changed from being frozen to forcing myself not to move. I wanted more affection but I didn't want to stop the sweet kisses he was giving. I quickly decided that if I didn't move, he might get offended and stop.

I slowly turned to the left so our heads didn't collide and held his face in my hands. His neck was dipped low and his lips were swollen, adorable and pouted. His hands were barely touching my back, tracing lines along my spine. I reached up and pressed our lips together, the fire in my stomach coursed through my veins and into my mouth. Our kiss started off slow, lots of little lip locks, smiling during each short break. It quickly became faster, more passionate. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, begging for entry. I opened my mouth and he slid his tongue inside.

I moaned into his lips, running my hands up his chest. I wanted closer contact, more of him. I took the zipper to his jacket in my fingers and slowly brought it down, still keeping our mouths feverously locked. It unclipped at the bottom of the line and I put my hands on his broad shoulders, pushing it off. He let it slide down his arms and land on the kitchen floor. Jess was wearing a button up shirt with a t-shirt underneath. I could understand his need to layer it up. The weather was dramatically becoming colder by the day. It was going to be nowhere near cold in the Gilmore house tonight, though.

Reaching his arms around my waist, he held me to him as I stood on my tip-toes. I put my hands on his neck, my fingertips inching into his hair. Before I knew, my feet had been lifted off the ground and my bum had been sat on the counter next to the sink, my legs wrapped around Jess's stomach. I got lost in the touch of his hand, the flicker of his tongue, his hot breath on my chin. I got so lost, in fact, my actions were becoming uncontrollable. I bit onto his tongue when it entered my mouth, so hard I could feel it slice.

Oops

"Ah!" Jess held his mouth.

I gave him an apologetic look, "Oh, god! I'm sorry. I just got… carried away."

He stood holding his mouth for a minute, expressing pain with his 'ahh's and odd side glances.

"Is there blood?" He poked it out cutely, like a little boy. Red liquid was oozing from the end of his tongue.

"Err, yes… but only a little!"

A/N

Sorry for the short, unimportant, uneventful update! I just needed to update SOMETHING and I've had this hanging around for ages. I hope you all liked it. I'm still stuck on whether or not I should write the sex scene, or if there should be a sex scene at all. PLEASE HELP! : ) Thankyou, leave a review if you would like to see more.