A/n - i don't own these characters, so no suing me.....
Chapter 1
"Not in this lifetime, Sir" Rory Gilmore smiled playfully at her boyfriend Dean, doing her best imitation of a late nineteenth century courtesan. "It's Moulin Rouge time, and I don't want to hear another word about it."
"Okay fine." Crossing his arms over his chest, Dean frowned. He was trying his best to stay mad at the smirking girl on his left, but it was just too difficult. He loved her way too much to stay upset with her. Besides, he couldn't help but appreciate the lingerie she'd adorned in a mocking imitation of the Moulin Rouge wardrobe. "But please... don't make me sing. I don't wanna sing."
Rory stuck her bottom lip out and tried to squeeze out a few tears, "No singing? Who's gonna be my Christian? My writer? Oh Dean... it's no fun without the singing." Seeing that this approach was not convincing her boyfriend full enough, Rory decided to try another. "I'll make it well worth your while..," she teased, placing a few soft kisses on his neck. She could feel his body responding, and knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in. "Come on.. When they sing, we sing. When they kiss, we kiss. When they..." Rory trailed off as Dean interrupted her with a loud groan.
"Fine!" Dean threw his hands into the air, feigning frustration. This girl was just way too persuasive for her own good. "You win. You always win. But first..." Dean swept her into his arms, placing a long, soft kiss on those beautiful lips.
Rory smiled at him, their lips still touching. Without pulling away, she decided to taunt her boyfriend, just a little. "Weak."
"Shut up."
* * * * *
Jess sauntered down the sidewalk, kicking rocks as he went. He was bored. Incredibly bored. He was in the Pierpont snatching mood, he was so bored. Luke was still in the dining room, blocking any chance at reentry. He'd left him there, seething in anger after a phone conversation with the principal of Jess's school about a fight he'd had that afternoon. So he'd left, rather than listen to the responsibility lecture, for the fourteenth time that day.
Problem was, he didn't know what to do with himself. If it had been a few months ago, or even a few weeks, Jess probably would've went somewhere where he could get drunk and waste the night away in a state of semi- consciousness. Unfortunately, she had changed all that. Amazing the impact such a small girl could have on his entire life. From the instant he'd laid eyes on her, Jess had known Rory Gilmore was special. Just how special it had taken him a while to figure out. But now that he knew it... Jess wasn't sure what to do about it. He knew he liked her, but the fact remained that she was just too beautiful. And too smart. He wasn't sure that he was even capable of getting with a girl that perfect. And besides all that, she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that she claimed to love. A boyfriend that-
The sounds of not-so-very-far-off giggling pulled Jess out of his reverie. He ducked behind a bush and watched as Sookie and Lorelei Gilmore went into the house across the street, laughing like a couple of teenagers. He could only understand bits and pieces of their conversation, but apparently Lorelei had made a comment concerning the compatibility of Sookie's and Jackson's cars. Apparently, one could not have a fruit cart and an SUV in the same driveway. Who knew why not. It was Lorelei Gilmore after all...
"How Rory turned out so sane with a mother like that, I will never know..." Jess mumbled to himself as he turned away from the hyenas. That's when he heard it. The comment that cured his boredom.
"Hey Sookie, let's have a sleepover. Come on. Please.... You and Jackson will be getting married soon, and we won't be able to have any more of our late night. Plus, Lorelei cocked her head as she considered something,. Then nodding in affirmation of her idea, she announced "and I think I'm a little drunk too, so this seems like a good plan."
Jess turned around, heading away from the voices again. Rory was by herself! For the entire night. Alone. Now Jess had a destination.
Chapter 1
"Not in this lifetime, Sir" Rory Gilmore smiled playfully at her boyfriend Dean, doing her best imitation of a late nineteenth century courtesan. "It's Moulin Rouge time, and I don't want to hear another word about it."
"Okay fine." Crossing his arms over his chest, Dean frowned. He was trying his best to stay mad at the smirking girl on his left, but it was just too difficult. He loved her way too much to stay upset with her. Besides, he couldn't help but appreciate the lingerie she'd adorned in a mocking imitation of the Moulin Rouge wardrobe. "But please... don't make me sing. I don't wanna sing."
Rory stuck her bottom lip out and tried to squeeze out a few tears, "No singing? Who's gonna be my Christian? My writer? Oh Dean... it's no fun without the singing." Seeing that this approach was not convincing her boyfriend full enough, Rory decided to try another. "I'll make it well worth your while..," she teased, placing a few soft kisses on his neck. She could feel his body responding, and knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in. "Come on.. When they sing, we sing. When they kiss, we kiss. When they..." Rory trailed off as Dean interrupted her with a loud groan.
"Fine!" Dean threw his hands into the air, feigning frustration. This girl was just way too persuasive for her own good. "You win. You always win. But first..." Dean swept her into his arms, placing a long, soft kiss on those beautiful lips.
Rory smiled at him, their lips still touching. Without pulling away, she decided to taunt her boyfriend, just a little. "Weak."
"Shut up."
* * * * *
Jess sauntered down the sidewalk, kicking rocks as he went. He was bored. Incredibly bored. He was in the Pierpont snatching mood, he was so bored. Luke was still in the dining room, blocking any chance at reentry. He'd left him there, seething in anger after a phone conversation with the principal of Jess's school about a fight he'd had that afternoon. So he'd left, rather than listen to the responsibility lecture, for the fourteenth time that day.
Problem was, he didn't know what to do with himself. If it had been a few months ago, or even a few weeks, Jess probably would've went somewhere where he could get drunk and waste the night away in a state of semi- consciousness. Unfortunately, she had changed all that. Amazing the impact such a small girl could have on his entire life. From the instant he'd laid eyes on her, Jess had known Rory Gilmore was special. Just how special it had taken him a while to figure out. But now that he knew it... Jess wasn't sure what to do about it. He knew he liked her, but the fact remained that she was just too beautiful. And too smart. He wasn't sure that he was even capable of getting with a girl that perfect. And besides all that, she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that she claimed to love. A boyfriend that-
The sounds of not-so-very-far-off giggling pulled Jess out of his reverie. He ducked behind a bush and watched as Sookie and Lorelei Gilmore went into the house across the street, laughing like a couple of teenagers. He could only understand bits and pieces of their conversation, but apparently Lorelei had made a comment concerning the compatibility of Sookie's and Jackson's cars. Apparently, one could not have a fruit cart and an SUV in the same driveway. Who knew why not. It was Lorelei Gilmore after all...
"How Rory turned out so sane with a mother like that, I will never know..." Jess mumbled to himself as he turned away from the hyenas. That's when he heard it. The comment that cured his boredom.
"Hey Sookie, let's have a sleepover. Come on. Please.... You and Jackson will be getting married soon, and we won't be able to have any more of our late night. Plus, Lorelei cocked her head as she considered something,. Then nodding in affirmation of her idea, she announced "and I think I'm a little drunk too, so this seems like a good plan."
Jess turned around, heading away from the voices again. Rory was by herself! For the entire night. Alone. Now Jess had a destination.