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Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB.
Distribution: I'm all for it, but please ask for my permission first.
Feedback: Please, read and review. I love the criticism, whether it is positive or
negative.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: The season finale "I Can't Get Started" and anything prior to it.
Synopsis: Rory and Paris don't win the student council elections, thus meaning that
Rory spends her summer in Stars Hollow. And, as the weather warms,
unexpected passion arises...
Chapter 4 ~ Vexation, Regret and Passion
Rory and Lane had driven home in silence, not quite knowing what to say to one
another. Upon their arrival in Stars Hollow, Rory had dropped her friend off at her place
and made the rest of the way home in a daze. When she had inexorably reached her final
destination, she parked the jeep in its usual spot and stumbled up the front walk, having a
hard time keeping her balance. Lorelai was sitting on the front porch swing, reading the
latest issue of Cosmo! when she saw her daughter coming towards the stairs, almost
tripping.
"Rory! What's wrong honey? Are you sick?" asked a concerned Lorelai as she
rushed to her daughter's side to help her to the porch swing.
Rory eased herself onto the plump cushion, steadying herself on the swing's
railing. She took a few deep breaths before finally breaking down. She began sobbing
uncontrollably against her mother's shoulder. Lorelai didn't ask any questions. She sat
there, rubbing Rory's back and stroking her hair, trying to comfort the whimpering heap.
For several minutes, the two rocked back and forth on the squeaky swing. The wind had
picked up as a storm called out its first warning. Strands of hair whipped Lorelai in the
face, stinging her eyes and cheeks. Without saying a word, Lorelai wrapped a reassuring
arm around her daughter's trembling shoulders, motioning for her to get up. Slowly,
Lorelai guided Rory into the house, shutting the door behind them.
"Do you want to talk?" Lorelai asked, looking Rory in the eye.
Not feeling like doing much of anything, Rory shook her head. Her mother
nodded understandingly. Rory walked into the kitchen and into her bedroom, closing the
door gently behind her. Looking around the room, she walked to her bed and sat down.
Hugging a pillow tightly, she brought her knees up to her chest. Her crying had subsided
and had been replaced with a feeling of resentment; a pure hatred for Jess.
*I can't believe this,* Rory thought to herself. *I kiss him, and in no time, he's
got a girl, but not just any girl. He went and found himself a bonafide whore; a
slut with a perfect body and absolutely no morals, I'm sure. I could never be like
that, let alone compete with a girl like her.*
Rory rolled onto her side, still hugging the feather-filled pillow covered in a baby
yellow pillow case. She breathed deeply, trying to process the day's events.
*I shouldn't even care about this,* she reasoned, looking at the floor.
Still scattered there were the contents of her Dean box, which she had neglected
to put away. She sat up and reached for the picture at the top of the pile. She scrutinized
it closely. She remembered the exact day the photograph had been taken. Jess hadn't yet
made his grand appearance in Stars Hollow. Lane had snapped the picture of the two of
them while they sat and talked on the bridge. They both wore huge grins on their faces
and Dean's arm rested lightly on Rory's knee. Sighing, she closed her eyes and
recollected that day.
** Rory, Dean and Lane had shared a nice picnic on the bridge, listening to the
water cascade gently over the rocks along the shoreline. The three friends had been
sitting on a flannel blanket for nearly an hour, talking and laughing about nothing in
particular. The day was especially warm for October and the birds that hadn't yet
migrated for the winter warbled in the distant trees. Lane layed on her back, looking at
the white marshmallow-like clouds that waltzed across the sky as Rory and Dean held
hands, Rory's head nestled in the crook of Dean's shoulder. Lane noticed how the two
seemed to be enjoying each other's company and decided to leave them alone for the rest
of the afternoon. Quietly, she had gathered the basket of food she had brought and
tiptoed away, whispering a goodbye.
Rory reached over the side of the bridge and let her finger trace circles in the
water. The cool liquid rippled under her touch and its frostiness made the tip of her
finger go numb. Dean's muscular hand absentmindedly rubbed her left shoulder.
"Rory," Dean said suddenly, "I love you."
His reflection appeared next to hers in the cool, clear water. Rory looked at the
slightly distorted image of her boyfriend's handsome face and smiled. Turning her head
to gaze at him, she stroked his hair lovingly.
"Me too," she whispered before pulling him into a warm embrace.
The kiss was soft and sweet. Dean's tender lips tasted of the Coke he had drank
with his lunch. Rory wrapped her slender arm around Dean's thick neck and pulled him
closer. Dean ran his fingers through her dark locks, massaging her scalp and lower
neck. As the kiss deepened, Dean brought his hands under Rory's henna coloured jacket
and to the base of her white baby tee. He tentatively ran the palms of his hands along the
skin at her waistline and trailed his hand up the back of her shirt, kneading the soft,
creamy white flesh. The sensation sent chills up and down Rory's spine, and, even
though the sudden leap scared her a little, she made no motion for Dean to stop. Instead,
she slightly opened her mouth, granting entrance to Dean who gingerly slipped his
tongue into the space.
Having never kissed anyone with such intensity, Rory wasn't sure what to do next.
But, slowly, she began to relax and ran her tongue over his gums, sending deeps moans
from the depths of his throat. They continued to pleasure each other's mouths for several
minutes, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Dean moved his way to Rory's ear,
using his teeth to gently gnaw on the tender lobe. Exhaling profoundly, Rory's heart
began to race. She let her hands roam freely over her boyfriend's developed back
muscles, completely losing herself in the passion.
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat. Startled at the sudden sound, Dean's
head hit Rory's chin. Sharp pain shot up through Rory's jaw as she looked to her right to
see who had caught them. There stood Lorelai, arms crossed over her chest and a look
of sheer bewilderment on her face.
"Um, yeah," she stammered. "Hi, Rory. Dean. Um, I just wanted to see if you
wanted to come with me to Sookie's. But I can see you're doing much, much
more interesting things. " Lorelai gave her daughter a sly look. " Um, I'm
going to go. As you were..."
And with that Lorelai turned on her heel and walked away, chuckling softly to
herself. Rory's face had turned a deep shade of crimson, and Dean looked down at the
wood that made up the bridge, embarrassed that his girlfriend's mother had caught them
making out. The mood was gone. Rory sat cross-legged beside Dean, who had stretched
his legs out in front of him.
Dean was the first to break the awkward silence. "Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting
that," he said, laughing out loud to try and ease the tension.
"Yeah," Rory smiled nervously. "Um, maybe we should go."
Rory began to gather up the rest of their belongings and pulled Dean to his feet.
They folded the blanket and put it in her backpack and walked away hand in hand. **
Rory pulled herself out of her daydream. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
*Look at the mess I've gotten myself into,* she thought once again to herself.
*My life used to be so perfect. But then Jess came and ruined it all. And it's not
fair!*
Thunder crashed outside, and suddenly, the room went black. The bluish
darkness that enveloped the room matched Rory's dreary mood perfectly.
Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB.
Distribution: I'm all for it, but please ask for my permission first.
Feedback: Please, read and review. I love the criticism, whether it is positive or
negative.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: The season finale "I Can't Get Started" and anything prior to it.
Synopsis: Rory and Paris don't win the student council elections, thus meaning that
Rory spends her summer in Stars Hollow. And, as the weather warms,
unexpected passion arises...
Chapter 4 ~ Vexation, Regret and Passion
Rory and Lane had driven home in silence, not quite knowing what to say to one
another. Upon their arrival in Stars Hollow, Rory had dropped her friend off at her place
and made the rest of the way home in a daze. When she had inexorably reached her final
destination, she parked the jeep in its usual spot and stumbled up the front walk, having a
hard time keeping her balance. Lorelai was sitting on the front porch swing, reading the
latest issue of Cosmo! when she saw her daughter coming towards the stairs, almost
tripping.
"Rory! What's wrong honey? Are you sick?" asked a concerned Lorelai as she
rushed to her daughter's side to help her to the porch swing.
Rory eased herself onto the plump cushion, steadying herself on the swing's
railing. She took a few deep breaths before finally breaking down. She began sobbing
uncontrollably against her mother's shoulder. Lorelai didn't ask any questions. She sat
there, rubbing Rory's back and stroking her hair, trying to comfort the whimpering heap.
For several minutes, the two rocked back and forth on the squeaky swing. The wind had
picked up as a storm called out its first warning. Strands of hair whipped Lorelai in the
face, stinging her eyes and cheeks. Without saying a word, Lorelai wrapped a reassuring
arm around her daughter's trembling shoulders, motioning for her to get up. Slowly,
Lorelai guided Rory into the house, shutting the door behind them.
"Do you want to talk?" Lorelai asked, looking Rory in the eye.
Not feeling like doing much of anything, Rory shook her head. Her mother
nodded understandingly. Rory walked into the kitchen and into her bedroom, closing the
door gently behind her. Looking around the room, she walked to her bed and sat down.
Hugging a pillow tightly, she brought her knees up to her chest. Her crying had subsided
and had been replaced with a feeling of resentment; a pure hatred for Jess.
*I can't believe this,* Rory thought to herself. *I kiss him, and in no time, he's
got a girl, but not just any girl. He went and found himself a bonafide whore; a
slut with a perfect body and absolutely no morals, I'm sure. I could never be like
that, let alone compete with a girl like her.*
Rory rolled onto her side, still hugging the feather-filled pillow covered in a baby
yellow pillow case. She breathed deeply, trying to process the day's events.
*I shouldn't even care about this,* she reasoned, looking at the floor.
Still scattered there were the contents of her Dean box, which she had neglected
to put away. She sat up and reached for the picture at the top of the pile. She scrutinized
it closely. She remembered the exact day the photograph had been taken. Jess hadn't yet
made his grand appearance in Stars Hollow. Lane had snapped the picture of the two of
them while they sat and talked on the bridge. They both wore huge grins on their faces
and Dean's arm rested lightly on Rory's knee. Sighing, she closed her eyes and
recollected that day.
** Rory, Dean and Lane had shared a nice picnic on the bridge, listening to the
water cascade gently over the rocks along the shoreline. The three friends had been
sitting on a flannel blanket for nearly an hour, talking and laughing about nothing in
particular. The day was especially warm for October and the birds that hadn't yet
migrated for the winter warbled in the distant trees. Lane layed on her back, looking at
the white marshmallow-like clouds that waltzed across the sky as Rory and Dean held
hands, Rory's head nestled in the crook of Dean's shoulder. Lane noticed how the two
seemed to be enjoying each other's company and decided to leave them alone for the rest
of the afternoon. Quietly, she had gathered the basket of food she had brought and
tiptoed away, whispering a goodbye.
Rory reached over the side of the bridge and let her finger trace circles in the
water. The cool liquid rippled under her touch and its frostiness made the tip of her
finger go numb. Dean's muscular hand absentmindedly rubbed her left shoulder.
"Rory," Dean said suddenly, "I love you."
His reflection appeared next to hers in the cool, clear water. Rory looked at the
slightly distorted image of her boyfriend's handsome face and smiled. Turning her head
to gaze at him, she stroked his hair lovingly.
"Me too," she whispered before pulling him into a warm embrace.
The kiss was soft and sweet. Dean's tender lips tasted of the Coke he had drank
with his lunch. Rory wrapped her slender arm around Dean's thick neck and pulled him
closer. Dean ran his fingers through her dark locks, massaging her scalp and lower
neck. As the kiss deepened, Dean brought his hands under Rory's henna coloured jacket
and to the base of her white baby tee. He tentatively ran the palms of his hands along the
skin at her waistline and trailed his hand up the back of her shirt, kneading the soft,
creamy white flesh. The sensation sent chills up and down Rory's spine, and, even
though the sudden leap scared her a little, she made no motion for Dean to stop. Instead,
she slightly opened her mouth, granting entrance to Dean who gingerly slipped his
tongue into the space.
Having never kissed anyone with such intensity, Rory wasn't sure what to do next.
But, slowly, she began to relax and ran her tongue over his gums, sending deeps moans
from the depths of his throat. They continued to pleasure each other's mouths for several
minutes, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Dean moved his way to Rory's ear,
using his teeth to gently gnaw on the tender lobe. Exhaling profoundly, Rory's heart
began to race. She let her hands roam freely over her boyfriend's developed back
muscles, completely losing herself in the passion.
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat. Startled at the sudden sound, Dean's
head hit Rory's chin. Sharp pain shot up through Rory's jaw as she looked to her right to
see who had caught them. There stood Lorelai, arms crossed over her chest and a look
of sheer bewilderment on her face.
"Um, yeah," she stammered. "Hi, Rory. Dean. Um, I just wanted to see if you
wanted to come with me to Sookie's. But I can see you're doing much, much
more interesting things. " Lorelai gave her daughter a sly look. " Um, I'm
going to go. As you were..."
And with that Lorelai turned on her heel and walked away, chuckling softly to
herself. Rory's face had turned a deep shade of crimson, and Dean looked down at the
wood that made up the bridge, embarrassed that his girlfriend's mother had caught them
making out. The mood was gone. Rory sat cross-legged beside Dean, who had stretched
his legs out in front of him.
Dean was the first to break the awkward silence. "Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting
that," he said, laughing out loud to try and ease the tension.
"Yeah," Rory smiled nervously. "Um, maybe we should go."
Rory began to gather up the rest of their belongings and pulled Dean to his feet.
They folded the blanket and put it in her backpack and walked away hand in hand. **
Rory pulled herself out of her daydream. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
*Look at the mess I've gotten myself into,* she thought once again to herself.
*My life used to be so perfect. But then Jess came and ruined it all. And it's not
fair!*
Thunder crashed outside, and suddenly, the room went black. The bluish
darkness that enveloped the room matched Rory's dreary mood perfectly.