AN: Thanks to all who commented on my last fic! Good, bad, and in between. ;) I'm leaving it the way it is though, lacking explanation and very uneven, it was just something I wrote in about an hour, hit or miss, and apparently it was a miss, but I'm not going to dwell on it. This fic is (I'm planning) going to consist of three parts… please review…:) AU
Disclaimer: surprise, surprise, there characters are still not mine!
Brownies
Ingredients: 4 squares unsweetened Baking Chocolate, ¾ cup butter or margarine, 2 cups sugar, 3 eggs, 1 tsp. vanilla, 1 cup flower.
The blinds were down, only a small number of rays managing to permeate through and shine into Lorelai's room. The horizontal slits glowed at the edges as the sun's insatiable beams threatened to escape through the blinds, and disturb the room's occupants. Well, one of the occupants was already awake, while the other was still sleeping, head buried into the pillows.
"Luuuke, hey Luke" whispered Lorelai.
"Hey Luke, wake up," more loudly and impatiently this time. Moving over towards his side of the bed, she started to gently kiss his ears, slowly working down towards his neck, all the while seductively whispering "Luke" into his ear.
The sleeping thing that was Luke buried himself even deeper into his pillow, but slowly the kisses began to draw him out of hiding, and he began to kiss her back, all over her face, before finally finding his preferred destination, and gently planting a tender kiss on her warm lips. She could've let him sleep, really, what with the excitement last night, but what would be the fun in that? Smiling back and smoothing his hair, she flopped down onto the bed with a content sigh.
"Hey Luke, do you remember when on Friends, Monica was wearing a turkey on her head, and Chandler said I love you and Monica was really happy but Chandler tried to pretend he never said it? You know, the I love you?"
Unfairly tricked into waking up by the lure and promise of her kissing, Luke was beginning to drift off to sleep, but he grunted in acknowledgement.
"Unfortunately, Yes."
Her eyes sparkled as she began to snuggle up next to him, her hands reaching under the blankets to touch his skin.
"Yeah, well our way was much better," she mused with a smile.
"That it was," he answered, delicately cupping her hands in his, rubbing them playfully. They were both silent for a few minutes, enjoying the comfortable and natural silence.
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Microwave unsweetened chocolate and butter in large microwaveable bowl on high 2 minutes or until the butter is melted. Stir until chocolate is completely melted.
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Luke was standing in Lorelai's kitchen, a pan in each hand. But he didn't have a confident, happy look on his face that usually accompanied his cooking. No, he looked incredulous, doubtful. He wasn't alone; someone else was in the kitchen, someone who didn't belong there. Lorelai. In fact, if this was one of those what's-wrong-with-the-picture games, it would be easy to guess that Lorelai didn't belong. Because she wasn't there to watch Luke as he cooked, she was there to cook, herself. That's right, Miss. Luke-has-to-cook-all-of-my-food-because-I-can't was standing in the kitchen, hands on hips, sporting a bright pink apron, outfit completed by a tall white chef's hat.
"I can't even decide what looks more wrong," Luke chuckled.
"Oh come on," Lorelai was spouting. "What if I turn out to be just like the girl in Legally Blonde, and cooking is actually my calling, and even though in the past I've run into some difficulties with cooking, maybe I just need to meet a really hot guy who…oh, who can cook, not do the lawyer thing that the other guy did, and of course there'll be some annoying bitchy preppy cook who tries to steal my hot cook boyfriend, but in the end she'll realize how amazing and wonderful I am, and we'll be best friends for ever! Except when I become a famous cook, I'll leave her behind and run off with my hot boyfriend." The amused look on Luke's face just spurred her on.
"I mean, really, I can eat, right? And I've watched you cook, so how hard can it be? Besides…" she murmured beguilingly, "I have you Luke, my hot boyfriend who can cook, to help me. And you know, if this doesn't work out, we can do other things in the kitchen…" she whispered seductively, slowly curling her index finger towards her, grinning.
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Stir in sugar. Add eggs and vanilla; mix well. Add flour; stir until well blended. Spread into greased foil-lined 13x9-inch baking pan.
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"She has the greatest laugh in the world" he thought. "But dammit, why is her kitchen so cluttered? It's not like she actually uses it!" Luke pondered, wincing and rubbing his head, glaring at the oven door.
"Oh come on Luke, why'd you stop your bit?" she cooed, stifling a laugh and beaming at him. Luke rolled his eyes.
"It was not a bit Lorelai," he responded, face serious, but eyes lovingly surveying his laughing girlfriend.
"Alright, suure it wasn't a bit," she answered. "So how do you think the brownies turned out? Hey, maybe if they're really good, then I can help you bake brownies for the customers at the diner."
"Lorelai, you already have a job. And I don't want to kill off all my customers with your cooking," he teased, walking up beside her. She pretended to pout, but quickly brightened.
"Well, at least we get to eat all of these," she bubbled, as Luke wiped off some dough from her cheeks.
"Lorelai, only you could get so dirty while making brownies… and with a simple recipe, might I add…" began Luke, chortling quietly.
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Bake at 350° for 30 to 35 minutes or until the toothpick inserted in center comes out with fudgy crumbs.
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It's late, golden rays stream through the open windows, high-pitched chirping of birds, lilac-scented breezes, and soft crunching of gravel outside mix to form the pleasing atmosphere of eagerly-anticipated, newly-arrived spring. She's comfortable in her lacy camisole and knee-length skirt, toes softly pressed against the couch, turned slightly upwards towards the beams of sun. She wiggles them, giggling, as they enjoy the warm spring breeze, the confining layer of socks or stockings or tights gone for now, replaced with nothing but open air. The crunching of gravel grows steadily louder, until the door is open, and Luke steps inside.
"Thanks for taking the trash out," she smiles. "I mean, we could've taken the trash out later, but really, bad brownies don't belong here… who knows, maybe I'll forget they're poisonous and eat them, and then I might die, and you wouldn't want that! I didn't know they would be that terrible! Besides…I wanted them out, and you're here to do my bidding, aren't you?" Her grin widens, lips curving coyly, and she winks at him. Well, tries to wink.
"Lorelai, those brownies were not poisonous, but they were pretty terrible, I'll give you that. Promise me you'll leave the cooking up to me from now on."
"Hey!" she protests. "Youu should have stopped me! I must have been temporarily insane and thought I was Julia Child or something. You, on the other hand, mister, should have known better." Somehow, he knows he can't win. And he doesn't care.
"I love you, crazy lady," he breathes, sliding onto the couch, enveloping her with a gentle embrace, his hands on her face, tongue and lips seeking out her mouth.
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Cool in pan. Lift out of pan onto cutting board. Cut into 24 squares, drizzle each square with melted semi-sweet chocolate, if desired. Let stand until set. Makes 24 servings, 1 square each.
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AN2: Thanks for reading! (To anyone who made it this far P ). Next up, chapter 2, 'Almond Biscotti'. And remember, the more reviews I get, the faster I'll write. Hopefully this is more readable than the last thing. ) Oh, and the recipe for brownies is an actual recipe… it's the one I use, and the brownies come out really well… if anybody cares. Which you probably don't. x)