Now or Never
by: Lorraine
Rating: PG-13 to R, use caution
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I in any way associated with Gilmore Girls.
Summery: Rory reaches a turning point in her life after running for help from 'The Oasis'. Not only does she forget to page Dean, but finally acknowledges important aspects of her life. Literati.
* All in Rory's point of view*
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He's standing here, in front of me because he wanted to help, dripping wet from the sprinklers, muddy from the ground. His breath comes in gasps, now that I think about it, so is mine. His eyes bore into mine expectantly, wanting to know what's next. Self-consciously I lick my lips, wondering if I even have a plan of action. I take a step forward, it's now or never. Savoring our close proximity, I lean forward and tilt my head up. Our lips are centimeters apart. We're now breathing the same air, and as I stare into his brown eyes I could think of few things more intimate. Slowly, he tilts his head and brushes his lips across mine.
From the first feather light caress I am lost. Already I feel my body warming up in a way that I have become familiar with when I'm around him. Shyly, I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me even closer. By now we are lost in our embrace, no longer are we shy, but expressing a passion that few experience outside of a bedroom. If anyone were to walk by, they would see us, shamelessly exploring each other with our hands, but for the first time, I want them to see. See that I am no longer a child but almost a woman, able to make my own choices. It's become obvious to me what my choice is. I can't go back to my 'perfect' life, to the 'perfect' boyfriend, to the 'perfect' reputation. Life isn't perfect, but standing here, I beg to differ.
My hands are now snaking their ways up his wet shirt, eagerly acquainting themselves with his powerful curves. We are consumed in a whirlwind of flame; I can feel his hand travel up my skirt and brush the back of my upper thigh. This is what love is, I decide. Being completely comfortable with someone, emotionally, socially, physically. I open my eyes and release my lips from his. Now that I have regained some composure I am shocked and strangely amused to find that my left leg has curled itself around his waist, pressing us together in the most intimate of ways. We lock eyes, never moving except for our chests, heaving, trying to supply the air we have lacked for the last innumerable minutes. He looks as if he is about to speak by I silence him with a kiss, I need to tell him first.
"I can't stay away from you."
He looks back at me, his face is flushed but blank as usual. His eyes give way to his emotions: shock, lust, understanding, . . . love?
"Me neither."
Again we meet in a powerful embrace, I think I hear someone, but pay no heed. 'The Oasis' is blocked from the street by tall shrubs. Again we part, but this time it is he who speaks first.
"I won't share you."
It is at these words that I truly understand his need, his feelings toward me. It gives me great pleasure to learn that he feels just as I do. "You don't have to."
At this, a puzzled look overcomes his facade. Slowly I begin to explain.
"I won't lie to myself, and I won't keep myself from doing what feels right. I refuse to stay in something that gives me nothing in return."
He still looks as if he doubts my revelation, even seems more puzzled than before. As emphasis I lean up and whisper into his ear.
"I choose you, and no one can keep me away."
This time he understands my words and immediately begins to kiss my neck. I have to return my left leg to the ground in hopes of avoiding an unceremonious tumble. He pulls me closer, but instead of continuing his ministrations, he nuzzles his cheek into the area his lips just abandoned. In a fashion, so his own it makes me soar, he responds to my previous words.
"Ditto."
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Wow, now I know what it's like to have a piece write itself! I hope you enjoyed it. Honest reviews, please.
(*^_^*) - blush
by: Lorraine
Rating: PG-13 to R, use caution
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I in any way associated with Gilmore Girls.
Summery: Rory reaches a turning point in her life after running for help from 'The Oasis'. Not only does she forget to page Dean, but finally acknowledges important aspects of her life. Literati.
* All in Rory's point of view*
~~~~~
He's standing here, in front of me because he wanted to help, dripping wet from the sprinklers, muddy from the ground. His breath comes in gasps, now that I think about it, so is mine. His eyes bore into mine expectantly, wanting to know what's next. Self-consciously I lick my lips, wondering if I even have a plan of action. I take a step forward, it's now or never. Savoring our close proximity, I lean forward and tilt my head up. Our lips are centimeters apart. We're now breathing the same air, and as I stare into his brown eyes I could think of few things more intimate. Slowly, he tilts his head and brushes his lips across mine.
From the first feather light caress I am lost. Already I feel my body warming up in a way that I have become familiar with when I'm around him. Shyly, I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me even closer. By now we are lost in our embrace, no longer are we shy, but expressing a passion that few experience outside of a bedroom. If anyone were to walk by, they would see us, shamelessly exploring each other with our hands, but for the first time, I want them to see. See that I am no longer a child but almost a woman, able to make my own choices. It's become obvious to me what my choice is. I can't go back to my 'perfect' life, to the 'perfect' boyfriend, to the 'perfect' reputation. Life isn't perfect, but standing here, I beg to differ.
My hands are now snaking their ways up his wet shirt, eagerly acquainting themselves with his powerful curves. We are consumed in a whirlwind of flame; I can feel his hand travel up my skirt and brush the back of my upper thigh. This is what love is, I decide. Being completely comfortable with someone, emotionally, socially, physically. I open my eyes and release my lips from his. Now that I have regained some composure I am shocked and strangely amused to find that my left leg has curled itself around his waist, pressing us together in the most intimate of ways. We lock eyes, never moving except for our chests, heaving, trying to supply the air we have lacked for the last innumerable minutes. He looks as if he is about to speak by I silence him with a kiss, I need to tell him first.
"I can't stay away from you."
He looks back at me, his face is flushed but blank as usual. His eyes give way to his emotions: shock, lust, understanding, . . . love?
"Me neither."
Again we meet in a powerful embrace, I think I hear someone, but pay no heed. 'The Oasis' is blocked from the street by tall shrubs. Again we part, but this time it is he who speaks first.
"I won't share you."
It is at these words that I truly understand his need, his feelings toward me. It gives me great pleasure to learn that he feels just as I do. "You don't have to."
At this, a puzzled look overcomes his facade. Slowly I begin to explain.
"I won't lie to myself, and I won't keep myself from doing what feels right. I refuse to stay in something that gives me nothing in return."
He still looks as if he doubts my revelation, even seems more puzzled than before. As emphasis I lean up and whisper into his ear.
"I choose you, and no one can keep me away."
This time he understands my words and immediately begins to kiss my neck. I have to return my left leg to the ground in hopes of avoiding an unceremonious tumble. He pulls me closer, but instead of continuing his ministrations, he nuzzles his cheek into the area his lips just abandoned. In a fashion, so his own it makes me soar, he responds to my previous words.
"Ditto."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wow, now I know what it's like to have a piece write itself! I hope you enjoyed it. Honest reviews, please.
(*^_^*) - blush