Title: "Every Night Has Its Dawn" 1/1
Author: Mala
E-mail: malisita@yahoo.com
Fandom: "Gilmore Girls"
Rating/Classification: PG, humor, Luke/Lorelai, ficlet.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to ASP, not me.
Summary: A filler scene for "A Tale of Poes and Fire."
Lorelai had used his toothbrush.
As he stared at it, sitting there in its little blue, fake-ceramic holder (Jess had gotten them a whole set of bathroom thingamabobs with his employee discount...how sweet...), each individual bristle seemed to be glowing with the remnants of Aqua Fresh and Lorelai saliva. It wasn't a remarkable brush, by any means...not one of those fancy shmancy plaque- grabbing whatevers. Just your average, skinny, red plastic Oral B medium bristle. But, all of a sudden, he was expecting it to serenade him with an '80s power ballad...or dance across the sink like the alien in "Spaceballs."
If he'd realized, at 5:30 in the morning, that the honorable Ms. Gilmore had showed up at his place with a pillow but no toiletries, maybe he could've prepared. But, no...at that point, he had just been pretending he wasn't watching her moan and roll around in his bed while she mumbled something about cheese and Ricola. No, Sir, he hadn't been watching her and picturing her stomach all round with his twins. Uh-uh.
So, the average, skinny, red plastic Oral B medium bristle was mocking him. It had been inside Lorelai's mouth...had shut her up for a few minutes, although he could've sworn he heard garbled humming coming from the bathroom nonetheless...and it had vigorously scrubbed at her teeth and her tongue. All while he hollered at Jess to wake up so they could open the diner before Sookie descended on them with her battalion of cooks.
He didn't even know how she'd picked his and not Jess's...although the fact that Jess's was, perversely, upside-down in the holder was probably a red flag...and Lorelai probably had some kind of bat-like sonar that would keep her from using her daughter's boyfriend's toothbrush. He could just hear her..."Because that would be gross! And sort of incest-y. Oedipus does not look good on me, okay?" But using his...? Well, if you were married to a guy in your dreams and having his babies and he woke you up with eighteen alarm clocks...what was a little real-life toothbrush theft, right?
Luke scowled and rubbed his forehead with one palm. There were furrows forming. He could feel them. They were probably going to start singing, too. Something by Warrant or Poison. He was, clearly, insane.
He slammed the bathroom door on his way out and it made the entire apartment shake. But even as he escaped the power ballad and the Lorelai cooties clinging to every bristle, he knew there was one thing he couldn't escape: the simple fact that his damn *toothbrush* had touched Lorelai Gilmore's lips. And he was jealous of it.
Jealous. Of. A. Toothbrush.
But on the bright side... he was in complete denial about his razor.
--end--
April 16, 2003.
Author: Mala
E-mail: malisita@yahoo.com
Fandom: "Gilmore Girls"
Rating/Classification: PG, humor, Luke/Lorelai, ficlet.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to ASP, not me.
Summary: A filler scene for "A Tale of Poes and Fire."
Lorelai had used his toothbrush.
As he stared at it, sitting there in its little blue, fake-ceramic holder (Jess had gotten them a whole set of bathroom thingamabobs with his employee discount...how sweet...), each individual bristle seemed to be glowing with the remnants of Aqua Fresh and Lorelai saliva. It wasn't a remarkable brush, by any means...not one of those fancy shmancy plaque- grabbing whatevers. Just your average, skinny, red plastic Oral B medium bristle. But, all of a sudden, he was expecting it to serenade him with an '80s power ballad...or dance across the sink like the alien in "Spaceballs."
If he'd realized, at 5:30 in the morning, that the honorable Ms. Gilmore had showed up at his place with a pillow but no toiletries, maybe he could've prepared. But, no...at that point, he had just been pretending he wasn't watching her moan and roll around in his bed while she mumbled something about cheese and Ricola. No, Sir, he hadn't been watching her and picturing her stomach all round with his twins. Uh-uh.
So, the average, skinny, red plastic Oral B medium bristle was mocking him. It had been inside Lorelai's mouth...had shut her up for a few minutes, although he could've sworn he heard garbled humming coming from the bathroom nonetheless...and it had vigorously scrubbed at her teeth and her tongue. All while he hollered at Jess to wake up so they could open the diner before Sookie descended on them with her battalion of cooks.
He didn't even know how she'd picked his and not Jess's...although the fact that Jess's was, perversely, upside-down in the holder was probably a red flag...and Lorelai probably had some kind of bat-like sonar that would keep her from using her daughter's boyfriend's toothbrush. He could just hear her..."Because that would be gross! And sort of incest-y. Oedipus does not look good on me, okay?" But using his...? Well, if you were married to a guy in your dreams and having his babies and he woke you up with eighteen alarm clocks...what was a little real-life toothbrush theft, right?
Luke scowled and rubbed his forehead with one palm. There were furrows forming. He could feel them. They were probably going to start singing, too. Something by Warrant or Poison. He was, clearly, insane.
He slammed the bathroom door on his way out and it made the entire apartment shake. But even as he escaped the power ballad and the Lorelai cooties clinging to every bristle, he knew there was one thing he couldn't escape: the simple fact that his damn *toothbrush* had touched Lorelai Gilmore's lips. And he was jealous of it.
Jealous. Of. A. Toothbrush.
But on the bright side... he was in complete denial about his razor.
--end--
April 16, 2003.