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Paring: Rory/Jess

He sighed. She really was going to be the death of him. A hundred dollars. A hundred fucking dollars. He spent a hundred fucking dollars on the world's smallest picnic basket that contains nothing but take out menus because take out menus are her version of cooking.

"And bottled water."

"What?"

"I also put a bottle of water in the basket along with the take out menus incase we get thirsty while we wait."

He gives her a funny look. "You were talking out loud." She explains.

"Oh." He glares at her. "I can't believe I spent a hundred fucking dollars on the world's smallest picnic basket with take out menus and bottles of water."

"Bottle." She corrected. " I only put one in there."

"Oh, sorry. Bottle." He stated, glaring at her.

Rory looked at her boyfriend, crossed her arms and gave him fixed him with a stare that could only mean trouble. "Why are you complaining about a hundred dollars? The money is for a good cause. Besides, don't you think I'm worth a hundred dollars?"

"You're worth more than that baby." He smoothly replied, a grin playing on his face.

"Then why didn't you spend more than a hundred dollars?"

Oh shit. There was no way that this was going to end good for him.

"Because if I spent more than a hundred dollars, than I wouldn't be able to buy you a books and coffee for your birthday next week."

Rory looks up at her boyfriend and gives him the puppy dog face she knows he can't resist. "I have to wait an entire week before getting my presents?"

He groans and closes his eyes because he knows that if he opens them, he'd be a goner.

"Yes." He replies, his eyes still closed.

"But if I already know what I'm getting, there's no point in waiting."

"Yes there is." he replies, his eyes still closed.

"But why?" he voice sounds innocent, but he can feel her hand slowly moving to not so innocent places.

"Because than I'll have to go out and find you an even better birthday present that what I already got you and I really don't want to do that."

"You don't want to buy me presents?"

Now her hand is definitely in a not so innocent place and he was having a hard time concentrating. Hell, he was starting to forget why they were arguing in the first place.

"Jess?" She whispers seductively into his ear.

"Hmm?" he says, not really paying attention to anything but the way she feels. She climbs into his lap as she leaves the realm of not so innocent and dives directly into the naughty realm.

"Jess?" She whispers into his ear again, but he is not paying attention to anything at all anymore except to the feelings she's currently evoking in him.

"Are you OK?" she asks, only he notices her voice sounds funny, but he doesn't care because what she is doing right now is the only thing he can focus on.

"JESS!" He feels a hand on his shoulder and he jumps. That was definitelynot Rory's voice. Not unless Rory had a sex change operation.

His eyes fly open as he stares into the confused and concerned eyes of his uncle.

"What?" Jess replies, still somewhat in his daze.

"Are you OK?"

"Fine. Why?" he says, quickly snapping back to reality.

"Because you were making strange sounds."

Jess snorts. "You need to get laid." He replies as he gets off the sofa.

"Excuse me?"

Jess stands in his doorway and turns around and smirks at Luke. "If you think I was making strange sounds, than you definitely need to get laid ASAP."

"JESS!" He can hear his uncle scream in disgust as he slams his door. He takes out a worn copy of Howl and tries to cool down before he goes to meet Rory. As he settles down to get comfortable, he thinks that maybe the basket auction thing this year might not be so bad after all.