8 years in the life

Chapter 16- Friday, May 29th, 2009

The movers took Robert's last box by 5 pm when Rory came back home. He only took the furniture from his room and his books.

"Wow, it's looking quite empty," Rory said while looking at the living room shelves. She promised to herself that she wouldn't feel sad.

"Now you can put away all the books that are still in boxes at your mom's." It was difficult for him to be cheerful.

"What do you want to do for your last night in Boston?" she asked.

"Honestly, I'm exhausted. A pizza, a glass of wine and a good night's sleep - that's all I'm willing to do."

"Ok, works for me, let me shower, get into more comfortable clothes, and I'll order the pizza, you take care of the wine."

"Okay, I'll do that after a shower too." They both get into their rooms.

Once back in the living room, Robert opened a 2000 Pauillac, not a good pairing with pizza but it was from the only crate he had left in the apartment. He poured the wine in two stemmed glasses, sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table. He sipped the wine and exhaled a heavy sigh.

"Oh, it's almost heaven."

Rory stopped at her doorframe and checked Robert out. He had his eyes closed and was wearing dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. He was slightly tanned. She felt like her heart was speeding up. She will miss him, all of him. Rory plopped on the couch next to him and tasted the wine.

"Oh my God! This is soooo good."

Robert stared at her. He wanted to memorize her. She was only wearing jean shorts and an oversized t-shirt, but he thought she was the most attractive woman on earth. Her damp hair, her slender legs and everything in between. Is she not wearing anything underneath her shirt? He shook his head to get rid of the thought and turned some music on.

"Okay Semple, I ordered the pizza, but it seems that you're more in the mood for music than a movie."

"It depends, is it chick flick night?" he smirked.

"Only if you want it to be, I told you it was your night, so whatever you're in the mood for, it's your last night in Boston."

"You're too good for me, Gilmore. Let's just sit, sip the wine, chat, and listen to some cool jazz."

"You're so easy, Semple." She smiled at him, and he melted.

For a moment, they were quietly listening to the music, sprawled together on the couch, enjoying their last evening together in this apartment. Robert leaned toward Rory to grab a piece of pizza, but at the same moment, she was straightening to take her glass, so their faces became very close, just an inch apart. Whether it was the wine or the attraction between them that was pending for months, they stared at each other and Robert could see Rory begging. Was he misreading her expression? She bit her bottom lip and he looked into her eyes before cupping her cheeks and slowly brushing her lips against his. She closed her eyelids and felt dizzy. He smelled so good; she didn't want to give up the contact. Her desire for him suddenly invaded her brain and every inch of her body.

Being this close to her was intoxicating. Robert's senses were suddenly on high alert. His tongue started to caress her lips tenderly asking her to open them. Part of him, the wise part, was telling him to stop right away.

She's off limits man!

But as Rory was deepening the kiss and pressing her body to his, his rational thoughts took off while her hands were already roaming his back. Before he could get back to his senses, she gently bit his lower lip between hers teasing him with her tongue. They explored each other's mouths and she moaned into his. It made her realize that it had been too long since she had been kissed that way since she had felt flickers like these. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but desire and lust in his intense gaze and it was the major turn on that lifted any hesitations that could have been left. His fingers were finally touching her, not in his dreams, for real. He wanted to make it last forever. He was slowly driving her out of her mind but he needed to be sure that she was aching for this as much as he was.

Take your time, man; it will only get better.

He started by running his fingers on the nape of her neck and slowly running them on her collarbone leaving a trail of goosebumps. A soft whimper came out of her mouth. Even though she had waited for his kiss for months now, she wasn't prepared for the sensations it had elicited in her. Her hands played with his hair on the back of his head. Then he started to put butterfly kisses on the side of her neck, reaching her pulse point and eliciting erratic breathing. His hands carefully roamed under her shirt starting gently on her back, running his fingers along her spine.

Fuck, I was right, nothing underneath the shirt. 

He groaned feeling her hands roaming under his shirt. She pulled him up to kiss him and her tongue swept his mouth which triggered a massive jolt of electricity spreading along his backbone. He reacted by pulling her to him as close as possible. In a second she turned to straddle him which sunk them deeper into the couch and started to grind on his already hard erected penis.

"Rory, do you know what you're doing to me?" Robert's voice had lowered an octave which turned on Rory even more.

"Not as much as what you're doing to me." That was it, he couldn't think anymore and he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it out.

"Damn!" He was so attracted to her that it hurt. Suddenly she stood up and stared at him straight in his eyes, darkened by lust.

"Why don't you get condoms and join me in my room?" she said with a devilish smile.

His mouth was dry, not able to speak. He muttered "Okay" and ran into his bathroom. He was already back in Rory's room before she had time to reach her bed. She turned around, starting to strip him naked while covering him with butterfly kisses and pushing him on her bed. She straddled him and kissed him on his chest, swirling her tongue around his nipples, working up to his neck while rocking her hips on his waist.

"Fuck Rory, you're killing me."

He put his hands on her sides and pulled her to reverse their positions. He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off along with her panties and dropped them by the bed. He then put feather kisses on her inner thighs while caressing her breasts. She moaned and gripped her hands in his hair while he moved up his mouth to find her nipple making her inhale deeply. While he reached her other nipple with his finger, they both hardened. Her skin under his hands was even softer than in his dreams. She wrapped a leg around him while his hand was finding her folds. She reacted by clutching on him. His mouth left her breasts which made her whimper in frustration, but rapidly found her clit. Her eyes rolled back while his warm tongue flicked her button and he inserted a finger inside making her buck. She was panting and cursing which made him lose his mind.

"Please, Robert, I want to feel you inside me."

Who was he to deny what she wanted? He reached for a condom but she grabbed it from his hand ripped the package open and slowly slipped on him, generating a deep groan from her partner.

"Enjoying teasing me, Ms. Gilmore?" He whispered while turning and leaning to kiss her. Her arms tightened around him and their tongues started battling for control while he positioned his rock-hard erection in front of her slit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gulped as he entered as slowly as he could. She squeezed tight around him to pull him deeper.

"Jeez Rory, you feel so good," he whimpered in her ear.

"I can't believe we're finally doing this," she whispered with a breathy moan. Robert started at a gradual pace, his hands on her hips while she moved instinctively along with him. Her orgasm was building up and she couldn't bear the slow motion anymore.

"Faster, Robert," she commanded. He obliged and thrust into her going crescendo, each time hitting her G-spot. She cried his name again and again, and finally clenched around him which in turn made him cum and left both of their muscles convulsing. He cursed and collapsed on her, panting. He rolled on his back and reached for her hand. They both stayed silent trying to regain a normal heartbeat rate. He looked at her; her eyes were half closed.

"Rory, are you okay?" he whispered.

"It was... Earth shattering, I'm waiting for my heart stop pounding in my ribcage," she slowly answered not moving, eyes almost closed. When he came back from getting rid of the condom, he kissed her gently on her temple and shut his eyes to fall asleep, his hand holding hers. He knew he was a goner. He had never felt such strong feelings and emotions with any other woman.

A/N: I hope this chapter answered your requests. It was edited by Anonymousgg16, and I cannot thank her enough. Please review.