As I See by Embrie Everatte
jan/16/05
nonLIT/LIT
Amy Sherman-Palladino
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We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.
-Anais Nin
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Jess turns toward the kitchen, his face glowing into a smile. Rory stands in the kitchen, moving take-out Italian to china plates quietly, obviously not wanting him to know. He takes several steps into the kitchen and wraps his arms around her, "Got yah."
Rory leans back into him, turning her head to kiss him, "Do you really want to eat my cooking?"
"Hmm, good point."
He picks up his plate and walks to the living room, sitting on the couch and flipping through channels with the remote. After settling on an old Law & Order rerun, he sticks his fork in the pasta and takes a big bite. After momentarily eyeing the book on the coffee table, he sits back and looks at the empty seat next to him.
Rory wipes at her lips, "Is there something on my face?"
"Nah," Jess replies, "Just looking at you."
Smiling, Rory looks right back at him, "And, why is that?"
Shrugging, Jess takes another bite of the risotto, "'Cause your beautiful."
"I'm serious, Jess," she replies with a chuckle.
Jess smirks at her, "So am I."
Leaning over to give him a kiss, Rory slips and begins to fall.
His grasp catches thin air as his dinner crashes to the floor, the plate shattering. Grumbling, Jess stands and tries to walk around the mess, a piece of the ceramic cutting painfully into his foot. Limping to the bathroom, he grabs the aide kit out from under the sink before sitting on the toilet and bringing his foot up to his knee. Yanking the white shard out of his foot with a wince, Jess throws it in the bathtub.
Rory swats Jess' hand away from his bleeding foot. "Stop poking at it!"
"Fine," he answers, dropping his hands to his sides.
Smiling, Rory wipes at the cut with a warm, wet cloth. Setting the cloth in the sink, Rory wets a cotton ball with a clear liquid. She pouts, looking at Jess. "This might sting a little." Before he can reply, she's wiping at the wound rigorously. She throws the cotton ball in the wastebasket before pulling a bandage from the aide kit. Opening the sheathing, she reveals a Flintstones bandage.
Jess grunts at the bandage before putting it on the cut. Closing the aide kit, he stands and returns it to its previous position below the sink. He stands and walks out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. Opening the door, he steps in and walks over to the dresser. Opening the top drawer he pulls out a pair of clean boxers.
Unzipping and unsnapping his jeans, he lets them fall to the floor with his boxers. Stepping out of the dirty clothes and into the new ones, he pulls them up as she steps into the room. "Your going to bed?"
Turning to her and flashing a smile, he nods. "Yeah." He tosses his dirty clothes in the hamper.
"Isn't it a little early to sleep?" she asks, arms crossed over his chest.
Raising an eyebrow, he smirks at her, "Who said anything about sleeping?"
Slipping under the covers, Jess sighs and closes his eyes. He shifts slightly before stilling, giving up hope for a comfortable position.
Placing a gentle kiss on her lips, he can feel her humming. It's a habit he knows, from years of experience, will last for a while.
Opening his eyes and looking at the alarm clock, he tries to decide what's real.