Hokay. Sorry I didn't update sooner but I had soccer practice on Tuesday. You know how it goes. And I had to tape Gilmore and whatnot. How many of you wanted to scream "SHE HAS LUKE TO KEEP HER HERE!" at Sookie at the end? Raise your hands, please. And Logan gets fishier by the day... and Emily bitchier by the second...GOD that woman is insufferable...
Erica Bing: I love that. Keep talking to your computer. Maybe I'll hear you.
freecityy: Oh, but I love the gushy compliments. Keep 'em coming. And it's so nice to be called an evil genius. They're the ones that end up taking over the world, you know.
L/L are Lobsters: I'm a big fan of the monkey carrying thing. It's the sexiest way, and you're right about the horizontal tango thing. I think horizontal hokey pokey would sound even dirtier...you know, you put your APPENDAGE in, you put your APPENDAGE out, you put your APPENDAGE in, and you shake it all about... The hokey pokey is the dirtiest dance there is. Agreed?
waitingtuesday: Wow. Thank you for that. Learn something new everyday, dontcha? That's my next Interesting-Fact-of-the-Day for the bus. I've been sorely lacking (some I've used were butt model salary, mercury being the heaviest substance, and the definition of flagellation--all Gilmore related). You're the only one who agreed about the narcolepsy being a barrel of monkeys. Sun+Moon,Earth+Sky said it was bad.
m: I don't know if the little starry guys on your penname show up here. It's a very mysterious penname, by the way. In reference to your review...wait and see. The story ended up guiding me...Hmm I'm bad at this crap. Ok, you're right. I confess. Geez! You are one tough negotiator. Negotiated the answer right out of me. (dirty?)
My Darling Gouda: I scream with delight frequently, even when there's nothing to be delighted about. And you make me want shirts. You should make them. But give me 50 of your profits.
And geez, people, stop apologizing for leaving long reviews! Don't you realize I live for those and you only get a special space in my fic and/or heart when your review is ridiculously oversized? I encourage it!
Oh... almost forgot. SailorMoon(series of numbers I'm too lazy to recall at the moment) was all, It was...what? I'm not sure if anyone else was confused but to clear it up, Luke thought "I can't believe this is happening," and then she said his name, and ... it was. Happening, that is. Sorry if that perplexed any of y'all.
Safety Dance
Chapter Six: Dog's Business
Jess couldn't take his eyes off of Rory and Dean. They were sitting on the opposite side of the dance floor, heads close together as Dean whispered something to Rory. He saw Rory's eyes shift up towards him. He stared back unblinkingly and she quickly averted her eyes...then moved them back up to him just as fast.
Jess turned to Shane and grabbed her head, kissing her forcefully. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rory's eyes narrow and then turn back towards Dean.
The next time she looked at him, he stared right back, raising his eyebrows. He wouldn't look away.
Rory tore her gaze away from Jess and came close to Dean's ear. "Hey, wanna dance?"
"What? We're not in the contest," he reminded.
"So? It'll be fun. Please...for me?" Rory pleaded.
Jess saw Dean and Rory get up from the benches and make their way onto the middle of the dance floor. Dean wrapped his arms around Rory's waist, and Rory hugged Dean's neck, looking at Jess pointedly. Jess didn't look away.
"Look at Jess."
"What?"
"He keeps looking over here, just staring. Why won't he stop staring? Jerk."
"Say somethin' about me?" chimed in Jess.
"None of your business," snapped Rory.
"Well, if I'm not my own business, then what is?"
"A dog's business is your business," said Rory.
"How very odd, and disgusting, of you to say," said Jess, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, well, I return to my original point, which is to shut up and stop listening to me. And stop staring at me!"
"My, we are self-centered, aren't we?"
"You have been looking at us for the past 11 hours!" steamed Rory.
"Well, apparently you've been looking at me for the past 10 hours, or you wouldn't have known I was looking at you."
"Yeah, but I was looking at you in frustration and aggravation and to check if you were still staring, not because I wanted to."
"Well, if I'm such a pain to talk to, why don't you just ignore me and pay attention to your boyfriend?" smirked Jess.
"Sorry." Dean stepped back. "She can't."
Luke had Lorelai pinned up against the counter and was biting down her neck. Lorelai was breathing heavily and Luke moved back up her mouth, tongues and teeth both actively involved. Luke's hands slipped under the back of Lorelai's shirt, caressing her skin. Lorelai moved her hands from Luke's back to his chest and began to unbutton his flannel, pushing it off his shoulders.
"Wait." Luke's breath was ragged.
"What?" Her voice was edgy and full of arousal, making Luke want nothing more than to shut up and...resume the previous activities.
"Maybe we should...think...about..." Luke was at a loss for words.
"Luke...I want this. Don't you want this?" She thought he did. She hoped he did. Hell, she could feel he did.
"I want it," he answered instantly. "Are you sure...you do?"
She responded by kissing him softly and backing up towards the stairs, pulling him by his undershirt.
The shoe lay forgotten on the floor.
Lane stuck the scooper into the egg salad a couple of times, bored. Head on hand, she stared around the room.
"How are you, Gypsy?" she called out.
A moan came from one of the hospital beds. "Like crap with frosting and a cherry on top."
"Interesting image there," mused Lane. "Well, I hope your nose returns to its original shape soon."
"So do I."
Lane felt someone come up behind her. "One sandwich, please," came a familiar voice.
"Dave!" She whirled around and came face to face with his smile. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"What, you don't want me here?"
"No, no, I want you. Here. I want you here. I mean, I wasn't thinking, 'Hey, wouldn't it be super if Dave came,' but now that you're here I'm not against it. I mean, it's nice. I actually encourage-" She cleared her throat. "Why are you here?"
"Well, I had nothing better to do..."
"At midnight? I can think of about 12 better things to do, 5 of which include sleeping or being unconscious."
"Yeah, well, I'm a night owl. And this thing sounded pretty cool, so I thought I'd come by, check it out."
"Well, it's not much...just your typical Stars Hollow town event."
He looked around. "Well, if this is typical, maybe I should come to more of these things."
"That would be cool." Lane smiled awkwardly at him.
Before Lane could get a chance to add on about 7 more unnecessary sentences to her statement, her mother came whirling over. "Who is this boy? You know him?"
"Oh, um, Mama..."
Dave cut in. "No, no, we haven't met until just now. I just heard a buzz on the street about some fantastic sandwiches so I thought I'd come in and see for myself." He took one and bit into it. "Wow. That's some good eating. Delicious. Tastes healthy. Blessed by the Lord." He made a sign of the cross over himself with his sandwich still in hand.
Ms. Kim nodded in approval. "Good. Very good."
"I wish my parents could have some of these. They love eggless egg salad like Jesus loved his people. Unfortunately for their taste buds, they're in private bible study right now. But church is more rewarding in the long term than sandwiches, however satisfying they may be in the moment. I myself go at least twice a week."
Ms. Kim raised her eyebrows. "That is commendable! What is your name?"
"Dave Rygowski, ma'am." He held out his hand, shifting his sandwich to his left. "Nice to meet you. And you are?"
"You may call me Ms. Kim. This is my daughter, Lane."
"It's just wonderful to meet the two of you," he said, nodding to Lane and shaking her hand. "And these sandwiches are delicious. May I take another for later?"
"Yes, but the bread is only good for a few more hours."
"Oh, okay. So if I wanted to take some to my parents, so we could all share in the sandwiches delight, I could bring these to the church, so that's where I would be in half an hour, on the church steps. Okay? Thank you very much. It's been a pleasure." Dave nodded once more and exited through the doors.
"What a nice young man." Ms. Kim walked away, her low heels clicking.
Lane looked out the door where Dave had disappeared and sighed, a goofy grin plastered across her face.
Luke's mind couldn't stop burning. He literally couldn't believe he had just made love to Lorelai. Lorelai Gilmore. He almost pinched himself to see if it wasn't another one of his dreams- and he'd had many- but then stopped because it felt too 10-year-old-girl-ish.
He sighed and turned over to look at her. She was asleep, her dark hair tangled and spread out across the pillow. The sheet was clutched up by her shoulder, and he could feel her soft, fluttering breath on his neck.
He had just had sex with that woman. Finally.
He was amazed at how…well, amazing it was. That was redundant, he knew, but he wasn't sure how else to think about it. It was amazing. The fact that he had been waiting and wanting for so long probably intensified it.
The one dark thought nagging at his sunshiny mind was how Lorelai would act when she woke up. Would she want to do it again? Would she leave and come back the next day like nothing had happened? Would she want to be in a relationship? Or would she realize she had made a horrible mistake and run out of his diner for the last time?
He heaved a deep breath. He didn't want to admit it, but he was scared. If it was the second one, or the fourth one, he wasn't sure what he would do. It was bad enough before, but now that he would know what he had almost had…it would be unbearable.
Rory was sitting on the edge of the bridge, her head hanging forward. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Dean had broken up with her. Ironic, isn't it. How they had broken up twice, and Dean had done it both times, and each time was really her fault. Because of something she did. She lost Dean. Her nice, cute, funny, strong, protective, perfect boyfriend.
She heard slow footsteps of the bridge behind her. Figures she couldn't be alone just when she needed it- it was Star's Hollow, after all.
"Sorry." It was Jess.
Rory sniffled and wiped the back of her hand across her face. "Not your fault."
"Kind of is."
Rory looked up at him, her blue eyes big and wet. Jess cleared his throat.
"You know… what he said… it...had some truth to it."
"I know. On my side. I'm not sure if it was true on yours." Pause. "Was it?"
Jess couldn't bring himself to speak.
Rory's stomach plummeted. "Fine, just on my side, then. Now please leave so I can wallow in my stupidity."
Jess coughed about forty times before he said something. "It wasn't just on your side. It was on… all sides."
Rory froze. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." They stared at each other for a few long, electric moments. "So… you definitely broken up with Dean?"
"Yes. I am. He seemed pretty set in his decision."
He nodded. "Okay. I have something to take care of." His dark eyes caught her blue ones for a few seconds before he turned. Rory watched his dark figure walk away into the woods. She stared down into the water and couldn't help but see something that resembled a smile.
Okay okay! I know this was short and woefully lacking Luke and Lorelai interaction but since I haven't updated in a while I thought I would throw you this bone and then get down to writing the good stuff for the rest of the night. Who knows, maybe I'll update again tonight? So review please. Like I'd ask you not to.