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A/N: This idea came to me while everyone in my family fell asleep and I was left to do a humongo pile of absolutely filthy dishes.  Read and review! One-parter

Dirty Dishes:

"Oop!  That'll kill ya!" Rory murmured to herself as she quietly and skillfully detached herself from Jess's hold.

They had been laying on the couch for quite some time now and her back hurt.  Sitting up straight, Rory turned to look at Jess.  She almost laughed at how cute he looked while he slept.  She smoothed over hi dark brown locks and caressed his cheek; all the while, smiling adoringly.  Rory stood and stretched.  Walking into the kitchen, Rory noticed a hideously growing heap of dishes in the sink.  She grimaced and cautiously inched closer to the pile.  When she was standing in front of the sink, she timidly picked up a dish, not even letting the pads of her fingers touch it, she held it in the air with her nails.

"Oh, bloody hell!" she shouted when she saw a cockroach crawl out of a cup in the sink.

"Die!  Die!  Die!" she screeched as she soaked the cockroach into a drowning death.

"Oh that's it! I'm doing dishes!" she didn't quite see the dish soap on the counter, so she used hand soap.

"Soap is soap," she figured.

Smiling after she had gotten two bowls and four plates don't, she fell into a pattern: bowls, then plates, pots, cups, glasses, then the forks, knives and spoons.  Without notice or a sound at all, Rory felt Jess's arms worm their way around her minute waist.  She smiled after learning it was him.

"You're doing it wrong," he whispered in her ear.

"There's a right way of doing dishes?" she incredulously asked.

"Well see, the whole concept of washing dishes, solely focuses on actually washing the dishes."

"Well what do you think I'm doing?!"

"Rory, I love you, but seriously.  For one, we don't use hand soap to wash dishes."

"Why not?  Isn't it the same thing?"

"No," he said.  She could hear him smiling. 

She turned the water off and turned to face him.   He kept his hands on her hips, eyes laughing hysterically at her childish quirks.  Sighing, she said, "Fine, go ahead.  Laugh!"

"No!" he said biting his lip, "I," he bit his lip again; "I would never laugh at you!" his voice was slightly higher.

"Oh just do it already!"

And he did.

She crossed her arms defensively and pouted.

"Oh Rory, I'm" his words her interrupted by his smug laughter.

'Bastard!' she thought, course she was only kidding.

"Rory," he said, containing himself, "I'm sorry."

"Oh no you're not!"

"Yes I am!" he claimed, as he quietly laughed.

She shook her head and moved away from him.

"Come on!" he called, opening his arms out for her.

She kept her distance.

"Okay, okay how about we leave the dishes up to me, sound good?"

"Well…only 'cause I love you."

Jess chuckled.  "Well I should hope so; or our marriage would purely be based on looks."

"You mean to tell me that our marriage is in fact, NOT based solely on looks?!" she joked as she slowly walked to him and him to her.

"Course not!  But if I may say so, you're much prettier than my other wife."

Rory gasped and smiled, "And what is our husband-stealing-wench's name?"

"She has a name?"

"Well if you don't know her name, she really must be very ugly," she wrapped her arms lightly around his waist.

"Indeed," he whispered, moving in to kiss her.

"But I really must say," she intervened pulling her head slightly away from his, "Can she do dishes?"

He smiled.

Sincerely smiled.

"Not one."

She smiled too.  And as she leaned in to kiss him, she whispered, "Good."  He led her away from the dishes with his kisses.

Abandoned, the dishes remained unwashed.

THE END

 ~Review!  Okay, so I'm really sorry if I made Rory look a little dumb, really I am.  And I'm sorry if I made anyone out of character.  But review anyways, to tell me what you think.~