A/N: Aw, and it's done. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for the reviews(and, while I'm not promising anything, I'm seriously considering doing a one-shot sequel to it, but slightly more on the M side of the things ;).). Thank you again.

After four I'm under the host

"I don't care what you think I said!" Chris pointed out, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're not getting out of it by arguing semantics."

"Hooking up and spending the night are not the same things. Jess, clear things up. You slept on the couch, we need verification."

"No." He grumbled, shaking his head. "It's none of your business."

"It's twenty dollars."

"I don't care." He shook his head, seeing Rory stand in the doorway, biting her lip, her hand holding her wet hair. "Can you give us some time alone?"

Nodding, both Matthew and Chris smiled as they walked past her, waving before heading down the stairs.

"You'd make a good Hellboy." Jess smirked, trying to get her to relax. "Food should be done in a couple of minutes."

"Ok." She whispered, biting her lip. "I got to the good parts."

"Huh. And?"

"Still good." She shrugged, smiling.

"No punched in the gut, what the hell did I do feeling?"

"No." Rory shook her head, laughing as he flipped the eggs in the pan, his eyes not leaving her. "You?"

"No."

"Because we stopped just in time?"

"Because I have no reason to regret anything. Maybe stopping, that's about it." He smirked, picking up the pan and dropping the scrambled eggs in the two plates. "Lunch."

"We'll…"

"Finish this after we've had some food." He nodded, filling the mugs again with coffee before placing them on the table.

The night before.

"Jess…" She whispered, moaning as his mouth found her neck, running her fingers over his bare back. "Should we stop?"

"No." He smirked, kissing her collarbone. "Can't say I like that idea."

"Me either."

"So why'd you suggest it?"

"Because we're us and we've been through all our shit and now we're just going to have a drunken one night hook up? Which, as an aside, I think it's what kids are calling it these days."

"I think you're a few years too late for that term."

"Seriously? You're going to be pedantic when you're half naked and have a girl straddling you?"

"You started it. Lose some clothes and I promise I'll stop." Jess smirked, pulling her shirt halfway up her torso. "You're in town for a week, we can do this more than once. That takes care of the one night only aspect." He shrugged, moving his hands up slightly but she slapped them down.

"I think we should talk."

"I think talking is the last thing I want to do."

"Jess…" She smiled, kissing him softly. "Please."

"I clearly need to get better at this if you're still able to think." He motioned with his head to the side and Rory moved off, crashing on the pillow next to him as he slid on the bed as well, staring at the ceiling.

"I just…don't want it to be like this." She mumbled after a long pause, turning her head to look at him. "You, me. All of it."

"Why?"

"Because…I don't know. It's us. I've thought about this happening for so long." Her eyes fixed on his, she squeezed his hand, smiling. "And tonight we've had too much to drink and I doubt either one of us is thinking clearly and it's just…doesn't feel right."

"Ror, I'm still going to be here tomorrow morning."

"It's your house, of course you are."

"You know what I mean." He smirked, shrugging one shoulder. "You've done your fair share of running. I get to be just as scared that you'll not be here again."

"I don't want to leave." She bit her lip.

"Then stay."

"Is it that easy?"

"Yes." Jess stated, pushing a strand of hair away from her face with his free hand. "It is."

"How can you be sure?"

"You're here, I'm here, we both want to be here and, for once, there's no one else to fuck things up. It's been a really long time since that's happened."

"How about your Shakespeare random person?" She laughed, making him smirk.

"I'd probably have to struggle to remember her name."

"Flaubert one?"

"Oh, no, I know her name."

"Jerk." Rory laughed, rolling closer to him and kissing him quickly. "No one else that matters?"

"Just you." He cupped her face in his hand. "You? Because I'm not really fond of the idea of being your rebound."

"Just you." She echoed his statement, smiling.

"Settled then."

"Good." She nestled herself on his chest and he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.

"I do have one more question."

"Yes?"

"If you've been thinking about this for so long, why are we still waiting?" Jess laughed, kissing the top of her head.

"I've thought what Johnny Depp would be like as well, that doesn't mean I'd just jump in bed with him either."

"Johnny Depp? Seriously? Could you have found anyone more mainstream?"

"Get over it."

"To be fair, you already did the jumping in bed with me part. It's the rest we're failing at."

"It's your fault for giving me too much to drink."

"I always thought that was more of a guy problem."

"Could you be any cruder?"

"Probably. Do you want me to try?"

"No." Rory laughed, placing a kiss on his chest. "Are you ok with stopping tonight?" She asked, hesitant and Jess nodded, tilting her head up with his hand and placing a small kiss on her lips.

"What kind of a jerk do you think I am that I'd seriously push you to sleep with me after you've said no?"

"Jess, not like that." She shook her head, kissing him passionately. "I was just wondering if you think it's the best call to make?"

"I…don't know. Probably."

"Did you ever think about me…like this?" Rory asked again after a few seconds, smiling.

"Never. Teenage boys are paradigms of virtue, everyone knows that."

"I meant after high school. I'd be a little insulted if you'd never wanted to back then."

"Huh. Here I figured even thinking it would have gotten me castrated."

"By mom, not me. I wanted to…you know."

"I wasn't really going to fight you off."

"It was complicated."

"Yeah, I know. I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty." He shrugged, kissing her forehead. "Thinking about you like this though? Maybe. Sometimes." Flipping them over suddenly, he pinned her hands down with his, his tongue darting out and licking a small patch of skin. "Always curious if you'd taste as good as you felt." Pulling his body up as quickly as the first time, he moved to her side, running his index finger down her cheek. "And just how much you'd blush."

Feeling her cheeks get even redder, she buried her face in his chest, making him smirk again.

"I wasn't far off." Sliding down on the bed, he kissed her, his hand tangled in her hair. "We should get some sleep. We'll figure this out in the morning."

"You won't change your mind by tomorrow?"

"No. You?"

"No."

"Ok." She smiled, biting her lip before kissing him.

"I'm gonna be on the couch." Jess looked at the door, getting ready to get out of bed, but she grabbed his arm.

"We can share the bed."

"You're seriously overestimating my restraint."

"Oh…" She blushed again. "I should at least be the one that takes the couch then. Or go to the hotel and come back when I wake up or something."

"First thing - there is no way in hell I'm letting you leave at almost 3 AM. And second, there are two other guys that live in this apartment and, if I know them well enough, they've probably made bets on whether you stayed the night. I don't even want to think how that would end."

"You sure?"

"Sleep well." He smiled, nodding.

"Good night." She kissed him one more time before he got out of bed, pulling the blankets higher up her body. Shaking his head as he opened the door, he muttered a 'damn', making her laugh again.

"So…" Rory pushed away her empty plate a while later, smiling at him as her fingers played with the coffee cup.

"So…what?"

"We're figuring things out now, aren't we?"

"The way I see it, we have two choices: we can either have something resembling a long overdue real date or we skip dinner and go to fucking each out brains out."

"Our only choices then?" Rory asked, amused and trying not to blush at the same time.

"If last night proved anything is that it's inevitable, really."

"Oh, ok, if it's inevitable." She laughed, making a face at him.

"What, you have any other options?" Jess smirked, moving towards her slightly, his fingers brushing against a crease in the denim covering her legs.

"We could always just forget anything happened."

"And then run into each other at the wedding, proceed to sleep together because you can't resist me, watch everyone trying to figure it out when you come out of my room in the morning. Followed by me trying to escape getting killed by Lorelai."

"You seem to be very smugly confident that I have no chance at keeping my hands off you."

"Right, 'cause you were clearly interested in looking at my books last night." Taking a deep breath, he shrugged, serious for a moment. "Did you change your mind?"

"No." Rory reassured him, running her fingers through his hair. "I was just wondering about the logistics."

"I think there's a copy of the Kama Sutra somewhere around, you could…"

"So not what I meant!" She blushed, smacking his arm. "I don't want to have a week long fling with you and then forget all about it."

"And again you imply that I'm that forgettable. Rory, you're crushing my ego here."

"Can you be serious for five minutes or is that too much to ask?"

"Probably too much." He laughed, cupping her face in one hand and running his thumb over her cheekbone slowly. "Try waving a cookie or something in front of me, it might help me focus."

"How about I point out that the sooner we figure this out, the sooner the ripping each other's clothes off part can restart?"

"Ok, that definitely works." He smirked, his hand playing in her hair. "But if you assumed I have any answers, you were wrong."

"I'm not looking for answers. Just…reassurance you want more than sex."

"You think with all our baggage you'd be the person I'd go to if I only wanted to get laid?"

"Probably not." She smiled, placing a small kiss on his palm. "So…we'll keep talking after I leave?"

"I'm guessing you mean that in a more than phone sex sort of way, right?"

"You're a genius."

"Of course we'll keep talking." Jess smiled, nodding. "We have to eventually stumble onto a a way to have a real relationship."

"I could get a job in Philadelphia after I'm done with the campaign trail."

"If that's what you want, sure."

"I want to give us a fair chance. It's probably about time." She kissed his hand again.

"Ok." He nodded again, leaning in closer to her. "Are we all settled on this then?"

"Yes."

"So…what are you doing tonight?" He smirked before placing a soft kiss on her lips, as she tried to stop herself from laughing.

"I think you mentioned a real date earlier, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"Pick me up at seven then." She shrugged, kissing him. "I'd say there's a very good chance of both of us getting lucky."