A/n smut...all smut...enjoy...reviews are...well I let you fill in the rest of that sentence...PS. this is unbetaed because I don't want to send my dirty thoughts to someone else for correction. So sorry for any mistakes before hand...

"I am, too," he kissed her again. They walked up stairs; lips locked and closed the door behind them.

Rory, breaking their kiss and taking his shirt off, pushed him toward the bed. She striped down to her bra. He flipped her over so he hovered over her, kissing his way down her neck, at the same time getting ride of any clothes she had on.

He unlatched her bra and nipped at her nipple, switching back and forth, kneading the other in his hand.

She unbuttoned his pants and held him, stroking his shaft. "Rory," he moaned as his excitement grew in her hand as she rolled and massaged him.

No longer wanting to wait, he shed the rest of his clothes

She straddled him, guiding him inside her and rocking back and forth. He covered her breasts with his mouth as she set their pace. At first fast, but just as they reached a tipping point, she slowed her thrusts and kissed him softly prolonging the act.

He rolled her over and buried inside her. His thrusts were frenzied and his kisses passionate. She felt pressure build from with in her, ready to release and shouted his name as they came in unison.

"It was over an hour ago, but if you feel the need to revisit…" she said shifting as he moved closer to her and his hands roamed under the sheet she was curled up in.

He moved the sheet aside and coaxed her thighs apart. He plunged a finger insider, getting a gasp from her when he parted her lips and found her clit. Rory shifted so she was on her back, legs spread and bent. Jess moved so he was between her legs.

She moaned as he used his tongue and played with her most sensitive area. Using a combination of his tongue and fingers, thrusting inside her, he felt her shudder in orgasm, moaning his name and arching her back.

After, she lay in his arms.

"I don't like not having you in our bed," she said after a long kiss. "We spend enough nights apart with my job."

"So this is our bed?"

"This is our bed," she repeated. "In our home."

"I like the way it sounds."

"Then promise me that whatever happens, no matter how upset we get with one another, or what stupid arguments we pick, we will come home. Even if we can't stand to be the same room, we have to come home."

"I promise," he said looking at her.

"Good," she snuggled up closer to him, kissing him, but then moving down his chest.

"Rory?" he questioned as she made her way down, pausing at his belly button.

"It's your turn," she whispered, stroking him and instantly bringing him to life.