AN -
No, this is not a JJ fic...not yet, anyway. If I decide to continue, end up in SH and such, but as you can see, it is still WAY too early for that. (thank you so much epona, for explaining that to me! It is MUCH appreciated!)
As many of my reviewers asked 'is Lorelai already pregnant?' NO! It will occur, however, in this wonderful segment. It won't go any further than T rated...I'd love to take it further, but since it is my first fic here, I'd like people to get more used to my writing style first.
Aw, G, thanks! -v I know you never get the opportunity to watch GG, so I majorly appreciate your comments! (that would be referring to Gabby-Hooch)
Kylie - Yes, I'm going to have it like the storyline is already laid out in current GG episodes. Once she's settled into the Independence Inn with Rory, I may continue on my own tangent, but considering that is away from the original basis of my fic, I'll probably make another seperate story for that.
Thanks to all my reviewers and I hope I answered your questions clearly!
Oh! Additional note - I'm starting college this fall, so I'm writing as much as I can now, that's why they're so short. Once school starts, they will be not as often, but they'll be longer. I hope my logic isn't disappointing!
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Lorelai swished her soda in her glass, seemingly enthralled in the light shimmering from it's bubbly surfance. She vaguely heard Straub and her father arguing over some mild, little-be-known fact of business, then shifting to debate whom to call to see who was correct. It was a typical mix-family get together. Emily and Francine had moved closer together to discuss gossip either one had heard at the Club, while Christopher and Lorelai sat, looking bored out of their minds on the couch.
Dinner had passed quickly, and eventually, Richard and Straub retired into the study, to share cigars and phone Darren Something-or-Other. Emily and Francine seemed to ignore Christopher and Lorelai, even as they abandoned their glasses and slowly climbed the stairs up to Lorelai's bedroom.
"I think this room has been decorated like this since I was born," Lorelai said as she weaved her fingers between Christopher's.
Chris smiled at her. "It's cute. Not you, but still cute." He pressed his lips lightly against her's.
"So, some dinner, huh? There seems to be a lot of tension from your dad for me." Lorelai shivered slightly as she propped open her window.
Though Chris had known Lorelai was going to bring the subject up, Chris pretended to be surprised. "What? I didn't get anything from him, Lore." He followed her out to the balcony and sat on the rail next to her.
"That's bull, Christopher, and you know it."
Sighing, Chris nodded. He was never able to bluff around her. "He just...he's worried about where this is all going...where we're going."
Lorelai frowned thoughtfully. "Which would be...where?"
Christopher arched one eyebrow. "God, I dunno, Lore. Your parents want us to get married, be the be all and end all, while my parents... Hell. They're confusing as hell."
"Parents are supposed to be, Christopher."
The calm in her voice made him smile. She was his light...which sounded so elementary and childish, but it was true, and he loved it. He loved her.
"Hey, take off your shirt."
"Excuse me?" Lorelai asked him, trying not to smile.
"Take off your shirt." He stepped closer to her, taking her up into a passionate embrace he knew would make her weak in the knees. "Or do I have to do it myself?"
"Hmm...I like that last suggestion."
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Lorelai laughed to herself as Christopher toyed with the gentle wave of hair that tumbled onto the ground around her head. "God, that was...amazing." Her amazing blue eyes locked onto his. "And kind of unexpected, but I suppose that's the best kind, huh?"
"Of what?"
"Of surprises. It was a big surprise." Lorelai played with Christopher's palm, running her fingertips across it lightly, making him pull back with a grin. "What?" she asked him curiously.
"That tickles."
"Awww...my poor baby." She began trailing kisses down his arm, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Does that tickle?" she asked, finally reaching his wrist. Before he had an opportunity to respond, Lorelai gasped. "Oh, God!"
She pulled her shirt back on hurriedly, scrambling to find her other clothes, particularly her underwear.
"What is it, Lore?"
"It's almost nine! Your parents are leaving any minute now! They can't find us like this!" Lorelai shoved his jeans into his arms, running her hands across her hair, trying to make sure there were no stray hairs out of place...nothing.
Lorelai and Christopher went downstairs just as the parents were bidding each other goodbye.
"We really must get together, Emily," Francine was saying, "and Lorelai, too. She'll be coming out this year, won't she?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact we're fitting her dress tomorrow."
Sorry, folks, Lorelai thought idly, I'm already more than out.
"Fantastic!" Francine said enthusiastically. "When is the party?"
Emily sighed. "Unfortunately, not until February, but we want her dress to be perfect."
"Oh, that's a shame." Francine patted Lorelai on the shoulder. "You'll have your party soon, darling."
Lorelai couldn't help but smile, but she bit her tongue, trying not to say anything.
"We'd better get going, Francine, Christopher. Night comes swiftly."
"I'm glad we settled that argument, Straub." Richard nodded to his colleague as the formally shook hands.
"It's not over yet, Richard. I'll win you over later."
It seemed like a long time before the Hayden's had gone, and it couldn't've come too soon, in Lorelai's opinion. She needed a shower, before her parents noticed how wrinkled her clothes were or how messy her hair was, in the back.
"Lorelai." That voice, that so annoying voice came to her as she was just about to start up the stairs.
"Yes, mother?"
Emily Gilmore went about putting things away that had been left out earlier from making drinks. "You and Christopher disappeared awefully quickly after dinner. Where did you go to?"
Lorelai pasted on a smile. "What do you mean, Mom?"
"What were you two doing?" Emily pressed on.
Lorelai's mind was screaming at her, berating her for trying to put anything behind Emily Gilmore's back.
"Nothing. There's a school project coming up for Literature, and Chris and I are partners. We were trying to decide what to do about it."
Emily paused a moment. "Oh. Alright then. Go on upstairs. Sweet dreams."
There were moments that Emily seemed to slip into a different person, someone who loved and cared about her daughter, but those moments were fleeting, few and far between. As quick as the emotion fluttered across her seemingly plastic face, it disappeared again, gone back into hiding.
Lorelai went upstairs, glad to finally be out of the limelight, so she could reflect, as she so often did, out on her balcony.
After taking her shower, she slipped on her light blue terry cloth robe and stepped out onto the cold cement, her bare feet leaving her to remember the feeling of her naked body on the same ground, just a few hours before. If Richard and Emily knew...God. Christopher and her both would be hunted and shot, hung, stoned, and essentially tortured before finally being allowed to die.
"What a twisted web we weave."
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I tried to make this one longer - there was a lot to describe. Sorry I didn't throw dinner with the parents in, but it would've been too long and I'm afraid I would've lost everyone's attention.
Please R&R as usual!
