This one I liked writing a lot. Prompt was "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."
It had been an exhausting day for everyone involved, but the worst was almost over and all that remained was obligatory dancing. Jess hadn't been sure on the dancing, was hoping to avoid it at all costs to be honest, but that simple blue-eyed glance and small smile as she sat next to him at the bridal table was all it took for him to dust off his dancing shoes.
Rory was delighted when he asked her to dance, because she honestly hadn't expected him to honour that tradition. Luke and Lorelai sat to their right, utterly enamoured with one another as they had for most of the day. Both looked radiant in their formal clothing, though Rory hadn't paid them much mind. She was too busy stealing glances at the very resplendent looking Mariano man who only sat a few inches to her right. The very Mariano man who was guiding her to the dance floor under the pretence of obligation.
Hands were on waists and shoulders as they swayed closely together, paying no mind to the fact that they probably looked like two kids at prom. They'd never had their prom, so this would have to do. At least they were wearing appropriate clothes.
"This is nice." Rory muttered into his shoulder, causing him to smile.
"It definitely doesn't suck."
"Good to hear. You look great, by the way."
"I know."
"Cocky much?"
"More self-assured of your appreciation. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." She turned to face him at his words, looking more exasperated than embarrassed at being caught out.
"And how exactly is that?"
"The same way I look at you when you're not paying attention. Or right now. All the time, really. Especially today, you scrub up pretty well."
"It was sort of a requirement. I'm surprised you managed to pull together a tux, if I'm honest."
"I'm fairly certain the bride would've murdered me," he caught Lorelai and Emily talking a fair distance away as Rory giggled, "and her mother too. Definitely the mother."
"Yep, you've gotta watch out for those nails."
"Lorelai's or yours?"
"Mom's more likely to go for the face. I wouldn't dare wreck the pretty face of my husband on our wedding day."
"What did I say about calling me pretty?"
"That I should do it more often because it makes you feel good about yourself?"
"You're pretty."
"I'm yours."
"That goes both ways. Always."
"Good to hear, Mr Gilmore."
"How long is that going to last?"
"Didn't you just say something about forever?"
"Jeez."