DISCLAIMER: I own neither the show nor the characters of the Gilmore Girls.
Just the messed up way in which I am portraying them.
Just as Lorelai tried the door to Ms. Patty's dance studio, the snow began to come down heavily and the wind picked up, cutting through them. Luke pressed himself up against her in attempts to stay warm. She pushed the heavy door back and they stumbled into the empty studio.
"Wow, it's really coming down out there," he said, looking at the snow coming down in swirling flakes. It was so thick you could barely see the road through the whiteness.
"Yeah, we got in here just in time," she said, the thought of him pressed into her just seconds before flitting through her mind. Pushing it out of her mind as fast as she could, she noticed that there was nothing to sit on out. She went over and pulled some yoga mats off the pile and pulled them out into the center of the studio. Luke did the same and they lay down on the mats.
"So, now what do we do?" she asked.
Luke shrugged. "Wait out the storm."
"It could be a while."
"We could talk."
"Okay," she thought a moment. "Does Jess ever talk about my mom?"
"You mean other than him telling me to close the diner so he could work on his column so he could get it to her on time? No."
"He's never mentioned my mom?"
"Why would he?"
"I don't know, because they see each other everyday, she's his boss now, there are tons of reasons."
"Does she talk about him?" he asked, now mildly interested, though this hadn't been a topic he wanted to discuss originally.
"What? No, no, she doesn't," she denied quickly.
"Then why would he talk about her?"
"I don't know," she said defensively.
"Hey, you brought this up."
"Well, now I'm changing the subject, okay?"
"Fine, whatever," he backed off, lying back on his back. She lay next to him, staring up at the ceiling. She and Luke hadn't really spent a lot of time together, but she saw him almost every day and she was comfortable with him. She felt like she could say anything to him, though he wouldn't always play along with her silly whims. He definitely had a serious side to him.
"Fine. So, what are you going to do after high school?"
"I don't know. That's like, two years away."
"Exactly."
"You know what you're doing?"
"I'm going to Harvard," she informed him.
"Really."
"Really. Well, assuming I get accepted."
He leaned up again on his elbow and looked at her. Her dark hair was splayed out around her head on the blue yoga mats and her hands were resting neatly on her flat stomach. Her feet were tapping, though, which made sense since he never saw her stop moving.
"What if you don't?"
"You think I can't cut it at Harvard?"
There was that defensive tone again. "I didn't say that," he assured her.
"What did you mean?"
"Don't you have a second choice?"
"No. It's always been Harvard for me."
"But, why? It's just a name."
"It's the top school in the country."
"Depending on what you want to study."
"Meaning?"
Luke rubbed a hand over his face, wanting to choose his words carefully. And quickly.
"Meaning, broadening your options isn't always a bad thing. Harvard may be the place for you, but some other school might be even better."
She nodded, and sat up a bit to look at him. Relieved that they were again on an even keel, he ventured another topic.
"So, what exactly happened with you and your boyfriend?"
Back at the Gilmore house, Jess stood in the living room, staring at Rory. She had come into the living room as well after shutting the door as the snow started to get thick and the wind picked up, blowing it around and decreasing visibility. It was a strange weather pattern, as it hadn't been that cold earlier in the day and now it looked like there was a blizzard coming to Stars Hollow. She held his gaze, after having lost her mind and invited him in. A heat swelled up in her, starting in the pit of her stomach and rising up through her. When it hit her chest, she stepped forward quickly and pressed her lips to his.
Taken off guard, her sudden move forward thrust him backwards, and as he was leaning towards her, she pulled away from his mouth slightly.
"What was that?" she asked, sounding confused, but curious.
"You tell me," he said, taking his hand and pulling her head back to meet his as he spoke.
She had no time to think, let alone give him a reason for what they were doing. His lips were back on hers, this time they felt determined and skilled. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, as she lost herself in what he was doing to her. He took this as encouragement and took his other hand from her hip and put it in the small of her back, pressing the rest of her into him. The backed up towards the stairway, and she ended up pressed into the wall. By the time they separated neither could remember quite how they had gotten there, and neither cared. Lust filled both pairs of eyes, mirrored back at the other, and their lips met again, bringing down the last of their resolve in a blaze of fiery kisses.
"I just didn't talk to him earlier in the week, that's all," came Lorelai's delayed response.
"You just quit talking to him?"
"Yeah."
"For no reason?"
"I had some stuff going on, I felt like being on my own a little. Is that a crime?"
"No."
"Then why the twenty questions?"
"We can not talk if you'd rather."
Lorelai sighed. "The dinner at my grandparents last Friday didn't go so well."
"What happened?" he asked, concerned mainly because of the sound of her voice. She sounded like she might cry, and he got the impression she didn't cry very often.
"My other grandparents came, and let me tell you, they aren't my biggest fans."
"What could you have possibly done to them?"
"Uh, I existed. That was enough to piss them off."
"That's crazy," he said.
"Yeah, well. So they're screaming at Mom and Dad, and my other grandfather got into the argument, so I just snuck out the door and called Tristan."
Luke didn't know what to say, so he just nodded.
"So, he came and picked me up. He took me to his house; evidently his parents were out of town. From the sounds of it, they're always heading off for the weekend or whatever."
Luke didn't like where this was going, but he said nothing, trying to play the friend role dutifully.
"And suffice it to say, things got a little farther than I probably should have let them go, in my state of mind. We didn't really talk; I just let him think I was cool with it. He knew I was upset, and I guess he just thought he was making me feel better. Don't get me wrong, he did, but afterwards, I just wasn't sure, about anything. He took me home, and I just felt everything all at once, all the family stuff, the sex stuff, all of it."
Luke coughed uncomfortably and looked at her. "So, you had sex?"
"Well, sort of. He just, you know," she gestured down with one hand and he got her gist.
"Gotcha."
"You look uncomfortable. We shouldn't talk about this."
"No, it's fine."
"Have you ever, ..." she bit her lip and looked expectantly at Luke.
"That?"
She nodded.
"Yeah, I have."
"It's not a big deal to guys, is it?"
"Well, it's different, I guess."
She nodded and leaned back against the yoga mats. "It's sort of a big deal to me."
"Then you should tell him that. He can't know if you don't tell him," Luke reasoned.
"Yeah. How'd you get so good at this stuff?"
"It's easy to give other people advice. It's only hard when it's you, you know?"
Lorelai nodded. Did she ever.
Rory and Jess had snaked their way up the stairs to her bedroom, various bits of clothing strewn along the way. He had leaned her back down to the bed, and she was currently scooting up towards the pillows as he broke contact to get his shoes off quickly. But not quickly enough. He went back to for contact to her neck, and she moved slightly away from him.
"Jess," she breathed.
"Mm?"
"Jess, wait," she said, trying to pull him up to look at her.
His pupils were fully dilated so that his eyes looked almost black. He was wearing just his jeans, his shirt being one of the first casualties of their attack. His chest heaved with each labored breath he took, and searched her eyes to survey the situation.
"What?"
"Is this, I mean, what are we doing?"
"Rory, I think we both know what we're doing," he said, his voice low and deep, filled with the desire and want that had gotten them to this point, half dressed and entwined on her bed.
"I know what we're doing, but ten minutes ago we were fighting. I mean, shouldn't we, talk or something first?"
"Why were we fighting?" he said, sitting back on her legs.
"Because you—I just," she hung her head a little, not wanting to tell him the truth, but seeing as she was in her bra in front of him, some of the niceties were being throw out the window. There was no more embarrassment anymore. At least, there was no room for it.
"To be honest, I was sort of freaked out about the dinner we had. I know it was business, but I couldn't help thinking, about you. I had all this stuff going on with Chris here, but all I could think about was you. I didn't mean to freak out at you. You had every right to," she rambled, but stopped short when his lips met hers again. This time wasn't pressing, but gentle and soothing. God, he was good at this. She had always imagined that he knew how to kiss, the way he carried himself, the movements of his body. He just took every thought out of her head, and that was like a gift unto itself.
"So, we're clear. We were both thinking about the other and were too proud to say anything?" he whispered matter-of-factly, moving his lips down her jaw line.
"Uh, sounds like a good synopsis of the situation," she agreed in raspy breaths. The intensity was building back up at a frightening pace as he sucked a section of her skin in between his teeth and she shuddered as he licked the area before moving down her body.
Luke and Lorelai continued to wait out the storm, after exhausting all the subjects of a personal nature, Lorelai got up and started rifling through Ms. Patty's record collection. She put on an old Ella Fitzgerald record and began to twirl around. She reached out for Luke, but he shook his head.
"Come on, you'll stay warmer," she pleaded.
"I'm plenty warm. Flannel isn't just a fashion choice."
"We'll get to that later. Just dance with me."
Luke sighed. Her cheeks were pink from moving around in the chilly room, and her blue eyes were glistening, still moist from her near-cry incident earlier. As good as she looked, he wasn't a dancer and besides, it's not like he had to impress her. She had a boyfriend, he reminded himself.
"I don't dance."
"That's not a problem. I'll teach you."
"You dance?"
"Years of Ms. Patty's instruction, my friend. Come on," she pleaded, before breaking out the pouty lip. It always worked wonders for her, he was powerless. He took her outstretched hand and stood up, pulling her close to him. She repositioned his hands so that they were in proper formation, and she began to instruct him in beat with the music on how to move his feet. Pretty soon, they were moving without her counting, and she smiled.
"See? Now you won't embarrass yourself at Prom."
Luke laughed. "I'm not going to Prom."
"And waste these dancing skills? I won't hear of it!"
Luke rolled his eyes and continued the silent counting in his head. It was the only way for him to keep the thought of how good she smelled and felt out of his mind.
Rory and Jess were now lying on her bed, under her comforter as the heat had never been turned on, but they didn't really need it at the current moment. Even if cold had registered on her body, she couldn't have moved anyway to turn it on. She lay still in Jess' arms, her cheek flush against his chest. He moved some hair off her face, smoothing it back. She closed her eyes, let her mind stay slowed down as her heart rate slowly returned to a normal pace. Content and exhausted, physically and emotionally, they drifted off to sleep.
After they danced, Lorelai noticed it was after midnight. She walked over to the door, and could barely make out that the bookstore and the apartment above was completely dark. Shutting the door, she turned to Luke, who was messing with the thermostat.
"Well?"
"No one's there. He must have stayed at our house because of the storm."
"So, we stay here?"
"I guess so. Mom must be asleep, and not have realized I didn't come home, otherwise she would call my cell phone."
"Right. So, let's sleep. I turned up the heat, so we can just use our jackets and be warm enough."
"Thanks. So, goodnight."
"Yeah, goodnight."
AN: Thanks to all of you who are reading this. It's a really a fun thing to write. Also, to the person that said some of the scenes at the grandparents were similar, I agree. I did it on purpose. I'm going for a similarity in scenarios, but showing how the characters react differently due to the basic difference in their natures. Oh, and to whoever pointed out that there's no Dean: yeah, I do that. Hehe.
Just as Lorelai tried the door to Ms. Patty's dance studio, the snow began to come down heavily and the wind picked up, cutting through them. Luke pressed himself up against her in attempts to stay warm. She pushed the heavy door back and they stumbled into the empty studio.
"Wow, it's really coming down out there," he said, looking at the snow coming down in swirling flakes. It was so thick you could barely see the road through the whiteness.
"Yeah, we got in here just in time," she said, the thought of him pressed into her just seconds before flitting through her mind. Pushing it out of her mind as fast as she could, she noticed that there was nothing to sit on out. She went over and pulled some yoga mats off the pile and pulled them out into the center of the studio. Luke did the same and they lay down on the mats.
"So, now what do we do?" she asked.
Luke shrugged. "Wait out the storm."
"It could be a while."
"We could talk."
"Okay," she thought a moment. "Does Jess ever talk about my mom?"
"You mean other than him telling me to close the diner so he could work on his column so he could get it to her on time? No."
"He's never mentioned my mom?"
"Why would he?"
"I don't know, because they see each other everyday, she's his boss now, there are tons of reasons."
"Does she talk about him?" he asked, now mildly interested, though this hadn't been a topic he wanted to discuss originally.
"What? No, no, she doesn't," she denied quickly.
"Then why would he talk about her?"
"I don't know," she said defensively.
"Hey, you brought this up."
"Well, now I'm changing the subject, okay?"
"Fine, whatever," he backed off, lying back on his back. She lay next to him, staring up at the ceiling. She and Luke hadn't really spent a lot of time together, but she saw him almost every day and she was comfortable with him. She felt like she could say anything to him, though he wouldn't always play along with her silly whims. He definitely had a serious side to him.
"Fine. So, what are you going to do after high school?"
"I don't know. That's like, two years away."
"Exactly."
"You know what you're doing?"
"I'm going to Harvard," she informed him.
"Really."
"Really. Well, assuming I get accepted."
He leaned up again on his elbow and looked at her. Her dark hair was splayed out around her head on the blue yoga mats and her hands were resting neatly on her flat stomach. Her feet were tapping, though, which made sense since he never saw her stop moving.
"What if you don't?"
"You think I can't cut it at Harvard?"
There was that defensive tone again. "I didn't say that," he assured her.
"What did you mean?"
"Don't you have a second choice?"
"No. It's always been Harvard for me."
"But, why? It's just a name."
"It's the top school in the country."
"Depending on what you want to study."
"Meaning?"
Luke rubbed a hand over his face, wanting to choose his words carefully. And quickly.
"Meaning, broadening your options isn't always a bad thing. Harvard may be the place for you, but some other school might be even better."
She nodded, and sat up a bit to look at him. Relieved that they were again on an even keel, he ventured another topic.
"So, what exactly happened with you and your boyfriend?"
Back at the Gilmore house, Jess stood in the living room, staring at Rory. She had come into the living room as well after shutting the door as the snow started to get thick and the wind picked up, blowing it around and decreasing visibility. It was a strange weather pattern, as it hadn't been that cold earlier in the day and now it looked like there was a blizzard coming to Stars Hollow. She held his gaze, after having lost her mind and invited him in. A heat swelled up in her, starting in the pit of her stomach and rising up through her. When it hit her chest, she stepped forward quickly and pressed her lips to his.
Taken off guard, her sudden move forward thrust him backwards, and as he was leaning towards her, she pulled away from his mouth slightly.
"What was that?" she asked, sounding confused, but curious.
"You tell me," he said, taking his hand and pulling her head back to meet his as he spoke.
She had no time to think, let alone give him a reason for what they were doing. His lips were back on hers, this time they felt determined and skilled. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, as she lost herself in what he was doing to her. He took this as encouragement and took his other hand from her hip and put it in the small of her back, pressing the rest of her into him. The backed up towards the stairway, and she ended up pressed into the wall. By the time they separated neither could remember quite how they had gotten there, and neither cared. Lust filled both pairs of eyes, mirrored back at the other, and their lips met again, bringing down the last of their resolve in a blaze of fiery kisses.
"I just didn't talk to him earlier in the week, that's all," came Lorelai's delayed response.
"You just quit talking to him?"
"Yeah."
"For no reason?"
"I had some stuff going on, I felt like being on my own a little. Is that a crime?"
"No."
"Then why the twenty questions?"
"We can not talk if you'd rather."
Lorelai sighed. "The dinner at my grandparents last Friday didn't go so well."
"What happened?" he asked, concerned mainly because of the sound of her voice. She sounded like she might cry, and he got the impression she didn't cry very often.
"My other grandparents came, and let me tell you, they aren't my biggest fans."
"What could you have possibly done to them?"
"Uh, I existed. That was enough to piss them off."
"That's crazy," he said.
"Yeah, well. So they're screaming at Mom and Dad, and my other grandfather got into the argument, so I just snuck out the door and called Tristan."
Luke didn't know what to say, so he just nodded.
"So, he came and picked me up. He took me to his house; evidently his parents were out of town. From the sounds of it, they're always heading off for the weekend or whatever."
Luke didn't like where this was going, but he said nothing, trying to play the friend role dutifully.
"And suffice it to say, things got a little farther than I probably should have let them go, in my state of mind. We didn't really talk; I just let him think I was cool with it. He knew I was upset, and I guess he just thought he was making me feel better. Don't get me wrong, he did, but afterwards, I just wasn't sure, about anything. He took me home, and I just felt everything all at once, all the family stuff, the sex stuff, all of it."
Luke coughed uncomfortably and looked at her. "So, you had sex?"
"Well, sort of. He just, you know," she gestured down with one hand and he got her gist.
"Gotcha."
"You look uncomfortable. We shouldn't talk about this."
"No, it's fine."
"Have you ever, ..." she bit her lip and looked expectantly at Luke.
"That?"
She nodded.
"Yeah, I have."
"It's not a big deal to guys, is it?"
"Well, it's different, I guess."
She nodded and leaned back against the yoga mats. "It's sort of a big deal to me."
"Then you should tell him that. He can't know if you don't tell him," Luke reasoned.
"Yeah. How'd you get so good at this stuff?"
"It's easy to give other people advice. It's only hard when it's you, you know?"
Lorelai nodded. Did she ever.
Rory and Jess had snaked their way up the stairs to her bedroom, various bits of clothing strewn along the way. He had leaned her back down to the bed, and she was currently scooting up towards the pillows as he broke contact to get his shoes off quickly. But not quickly enough. He went back to for contact to her neck, and she moved slightly away from him.
"Jess," she breathed.
"Mm?"
"Jess, wait," she said, trying to pull him up to look at her.
His pupils were fully dilated so that his eyes looked almost black. He was wearing just his jeans, his shirt being one of the first casualties of their attack. His chest heaved with each labored breath he took, and searched her eyes to survey the situation.
"What?"
"Is this, I mean, what are we doing?"
"Rory, I think we both know what we're doing," he said, his voice low and deep, filled with the desire and want that had gotten them to this point, half dressed and entwined on her bed.
"I know what we're doing, but ten minutes ago we were fighting. I mean, shouldn't we, talk or something first?"
"Why were we fighting?" he said, sitting back on her legs.
"Because you—I just," she hung her head a little, not wanting to tell him the truth, but seeing as she was in her bra in front of him, some of the niceties were being throw out the window. There was no more embarrassment anymore. At least, there was no room for it.
"To be honest, I was sort of freaked out about the dinner we had. I know it was business, but I couldn't help thinking, about you. I had all this stuff going on with Chris here, but all I could think about was you. I didn't mean to freak out at you. You had every right to," she rambled, but stopped short when his lips met hers again. This time wasn't pressing, but gentle and soothing. God, he was good at this. She had always imagined that he knew how to kiss, the way he carried himself, the movements of his body. He just took every thought out of her head, and that was like a gift unto itself.
"So, we're clear. We were both thinking about the other and were too proud to say anything?" he whispered matter-of-factly, moving his lips down her jaw line.
"Uh, sounds like a good synopsis of the situation," she agreed in raspy breaths. The intensity was building back up at a frightening pace as he sucked a section of her skin in between his teeth and she shuddered as he licked the area before moving down her body.
Luke and Lorelai continued to wait out the storm, after exhausting all the subjects of a personal nature, Lorelai got up and started rifling through Ms. Patty's record collection. She put on an old Ella Fitzgerald record and began to twirl around. She reached out for Luke, but he shook his head.
"Come on, you'll stay warmer," she pleaded.
"I'm plenty warm. Flannel isn't just a fashion choice."
"We'll get to that later. Just dance with me."
Luke sighed. Her cheeks were pink from moving around in the chilly room, and her blue eyes were glistening, still moist from her near-cry incident earlier. As good as she looked, he wasn't a dancer and besides, it's not like he had to impress her. She had a boyfriend, he reminded himself.
"I don't dance."
"That's not a problem. I'll teach you."
"You dance?"
"Years of Ms. Patty's instruction, my friend. Come on," she pleaded, before breaking out the pouty lip. It always worked wonders for her, he was powerless. He took her outstretched hand and stood up, pulling her close to him. She repositioned his hands so that they were in proper formation, and she began to instruct him in beat with the music on how to move his feet. Pretty soon, they were moving without her counting, and she smiled.
"See? Now you won't embarrass yourself at Prom."
Luke laughed. "I'm not going to Prom."
"And waste these dancing skills? I won't hear of it!"
Luke rolled his eyes and continued the silent counting in his head. It was the only way for him to keep the thought of how good she smelled and felt out of his mind.
Rory and Jess were now lying on her bed, under her comforter as the heat had never been turned on, but they didn't really need it at the current moment. Even if cold had registered on her body, she couldn't have moved anyway to turn it on. She lay still in Jess' arms, her cheek flush against his chest. He moved some hair off her face, smoothing it back. She closed her eyes, let her mind stay slowed down as her heart rate slowly returned to a normal pace. Content and exhausted, physically and emotionally, they drifted off to sleep.
After they danced, Lorelai noticed it was after midnight. She walked over to the door, and could barely make out that the bookstore and the apartment above was completely dark. Shutting the door, she turned to Luke, who was messing with the thermostat.
"Well?"
"No one's there. He must have stayed at our house because of the storm."
"So, we stay here?"
"I guess so. Mom must be asleep, and not have realized I didn't come home, otherwise she would call my cell phone."
"Right. So, let's sleep. I turned up the heat, so we can just use our jackets and be warm enough."
"Thanks. So, goodnight."
"Yeah, goodnight."
AN: Thanks to all of you who are reading this. It's a really a fun thing to write. Also, to the person that said some of the scenes at the grandparents were similar, I agree. I did it on purpose. I'm going for a similarity in scenarios, but showing how the characters react differently due to the basic difference in their natures. Oh, and to whoever pointed out that there's no Dean: yeah, I do that. Hehe.