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A/N I don't really have an obsession with pie. It just seems that way!

Chapter Nineteen: Thanksgiving Pie-Earns M Version

It was almost Thanksgiving, and it was going to be perfect this year. Wednesday night was at Liz's, because they were going to T.J.'s side of the family on Thursday. Thursday was at Lane's and Luke's, and Friday was at the Grandparents. Sookie's family was out of town too, so they didn't have to eat four times in one day. It was a break in tradition, but a good one, Rory thought to herself as she finished making the bed.

Jess was coming home today, and she couldn't wait. He had spent the last two weeks in Philadelphia interviewing, packing and making plans for the expansion with Matt and Chris. Jess was going to be responsible for his own writing, finding content for the on-line magazine, and getting Truncheon II up and running. He still had his roster of authors, and final approval of new ones. They were hiring an agent to take his spot in Philadelphia, and someone to put together the on-line magazine along with the growing e-book side of their business. Rory had joined their team as an agent, and would be helping set up the new bookstore. She was also planning on taking more editing jobs, along with her weekly column.

Falling back on the brand new bed, Rory let herself daydream about how perfectly their lives were settling into place after a rocky start in Stars Hollow. Their first week back, she and Jess had scoured the town for somewhere to live. For three days Kirk showed them houses which wouldn't work. Jess and Luke believed it was a Taylor conspiracy to keep Jess away. Then Christopher came into town.

"Listen you crazy workaholic, my daughter loves the hoodlum. She wants to marry him and live here, and she's going to if I have to buy this whole damn town. Now I know there have to be at least three houses here that will work, and I expect you to show them to us," Christopher said, while trapping Kirk against the counter at Luke's.

"I think you should sell them Twickum. You and Lulu aren't living there, now that your mother passed, and it's sitting empty," Luke said, holding Kirk's plate out of his reach. Taunting him with it.

"Yeah, Kirk! Let em' have Twickum. She loves the delinquent," Babette yelled from a table, where Miss Patty also chimed in her two cents.

"Kirk darling, the town princess and her hoodlum should live in Twickum!" Jess dropped his head onto the counter while Rory laughed.

Kirk knew when he was beat, and threw down his napkin. "Come on then, let's go look at it."

So here she was, Christopher had insisted on buying it, "I told your mother years ago I was buying you a house," and hired Tom to remodel it, paying him double to do it right away and as fast as possible, as an early wedding present. "I just want to walk you down the aisle." Three weeks after the fastest closing on record and everything was done. Jess was coming home, and they could start moving in.

"Rory? Are you here somewhere?" Jess yelled, amazed by the differences in the house as he looked around the newly painted living room. The lighter colors Rory picked brightened the place, and the wood work glowed. He heard a sound above him and opened his arms as Rory came running down the steps, catching her as her momentum took over. Holding her tight.

"For the record, two weeks? Not going to happen again, way too long," Jess said, before kissing her. He was deepening the kiss when Rory pulled away.

"Come on, you have to see it, can you believe it's done?" she asked, excited to show him the changes. "Look! No wall, you can see from the kitchen into the living room, like you wanted. But here's the best part downstairs," Rory said, as she opened what used to be the master bedroom. "Don't the shelves look great?" she asked.

Jess had to agree, the library was fantastic with its floor to ceiling wood shelves all the way around the room. Plenty of light came in the big bay window Rory had added, and the fireplace made it into the perfect place to read. Jess could see them in there, a family reading together, a little princess perched in the window, a boy lying on the rug in front of the fire, he and Rory together on a couch.

"Show me more," he said, a slight break in his voice, before pulling Rory in for another kiss. Rory took him through the offices and dining room, before leading him up the steps to the bedrooms. A quick glimpse of the guest room and the designated children rooms put Rory back where she wanted to be. Following Jess into their bedroom, she shut the door behind her and locked it. Jess narrowed his eyes at her, before looking around the room and setting his backpack at his feet.

"Huh. This room has actual furniture."

"Yes, yes, it does," Rory replied, before moving to stand in front of Jess.

"Hmmm, and curtains," he said, reaching out to tuck Rory's hair behind one ear.

"I've always liked my bedroom to have curtains," she replied as Jess pulled her in closer with one of her belt loops, before sliding his arms around her waist.

"And a door, which you locked."

"Did I?" Rory asked as she slid his jacket off of his shoulders and tossed it onto the chair.

"Yes, I'm sure you did," Jess said against her neck as he ran his lips over her pulse. Her heart sped in response. Rory pulled his t-shirt off and smoothed her hands across his chest. She already knew every contour, every spot guaranteed to make him make him moan, but they had never been skin to skin, and she was desperate to feel him against her.

"Really? I guess I'd have to check, but if I did, I'd have to let go of your belt, and I don't think I can. At least not till I have it unbuckled."

"I have something for you."

"Yes, I see," Rory said as she slowly unzipped Jess's jeans.

"Dirty," Jess replied, his voice husky with desire, "but no, in my backpack, here." Jess handed Rory his pack, and she took a step back to open it. Laughing as she pulled out a fire extinguisher, complete with a big red bow.

"I think we're finally on the same page."

"Hmmm, I haven't been able to think about anything else all week," Jess said as he unbuttoned Rory's shirt and eased it down over her shoulders. "It made working hard."

"I can tell. It's going to get out of control in here, maybe even intense," Rory smiled as she slid Jess's jeans down.

"You're so fucking beautiful, and we've waited so long," Jess said lifting Rory up onto the bed. He ran his hand down her cheek, before unhooking her bra and tossing it to the floor. Lowering his mouth to her breast, he circled her nipple with his tongue, scraping his teeth across and sucking. Rory moaned out his name before pulling him up by his hair to her lips. Kissing him deep, tongues pushing against each other¸ she pulled him in even closer before letting him breathe. The rest of their clothes exploded off their bodies in a flurry of hands. Jess covered her body with his, falling into her arms. Stopping at the sudden contact, blue eyes met brown as everything slowed and gentled. Her fingers danced lightly across his back before caressing up his neck into his hair. Dropping his forehead down onto hers, he smiled and kissed her lightly.

"This feels so fucking perfect, having you under me. Holding me. Part of me is scared to move," Jess said before kissing her neck.

"It's one of those moments in life you never forget. A memory you can carry forever," Rory said in a whisper close to his ear before flicking her tongue around the whorl and biting his earlobe lightly. Growling in response, Jess let his passion take over as he kissed his way down her body. Finding her ready for him, he took one of her hands in his, and staring into her eyes, guided himself into her. Feeling his warmth at her entrance, Rory pushed up at the same time as he drove forward, and again they stopped. Breathing deeply, he took her other hand, and using each other as leverage, he began to move. Lost in each other's eyes, each slow retreat and forceful thrust was a proclamation of love. Fighting to make it last, Jess changed the angle to hit the right spot for Rory, and as she writhed underneath it became harder to keep control. He knew he was submerging himself in her light. Losing himself in her love. Trusting she was doing the same with him. The fire built between them, although in truth, they had been consumed by it years ago. But now, it didn't burn, it heated, and as Rory cried out his name, tears streaming down her face, he gave in to everything she had offered. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he thrust forward and filled her. Burying his face in her neck, his eyelashes suspiciously wet, he knew. He knew they were home, after so long, they were finally home.

A/N- There you go. Review!