Author's Note: This is the night of the Bracebridge Dinner. I'll leave out the actual dinner, but I'll include the WHOLE sleigh ride. (I didn't think there was enough of their ride in the episode). ENJOY!
"Emily, are you ready to go?" Richard yells from downstaris.
Why would I be ready to go two hours early? "Not yet, Sweetie. We don't have to be there until 6. We've got two hours." I yell as I walk out of my dressing room. I have on a nice black dress suit, gold trimed top. Richard is the most impatient person in the wold some days.
"I beg to differ, My Dear. We have thirty minutes. Look at the time." I hear him walking up stairs. Actually, it sounds more like a run. I look over at the clock. He's right! It's 5:30! I put the rest of my toletries and such in my bathroom box, click the latch, and run downstairs. The rest of our bags are already in the car. Richard walks out after me, gets in the car, and dives off.
"Now, isn't that a pretty site?" Richard says, pointing to the sky while driving.
"Yes...It is. Richard, I would prefer you keeping both hands on the wheel while driving." I say as he put his hand on my knee, and runs it up my thigh.
"Sorry, My Dear. I just wanted to touch you. You feel absolutely incredible." He puts his hand back on the wheel, and a harsh silence falls between us.
"You know," I say, "I don't mind your touching, but not in the car. I don't want to cause an accident." That was a terrible pun. (For those of you who didn't get it..well then ok.) I put my hand on his leg. I feel his leg muscles tense. "Uh...Emily. If you don't want to cause an accident, I...I sugest you move you hand, Dear." I can see Richard straining to fight the urge to kiss me sensless. "Alright. We're almost there, anyway." I remove my hand from his thigh, and I can see him relax. "Thank you, Emmy."
"You're welcome...Richy." I say, thinking back on the first years of our marrige.
"You haven't said that in a long time." Rihcard says while pulling into the parking lot at the inn.
"No, I haven't. Let's get inside before I freeze to death." I pull my on coat.
"We can't have that. Now can we?" Richard swings around, and helps me out of the car. I go to get my bags, but he stops me. "No, no. I'll get them."
"I'll, uh, see you in a bit." Richard says as he walks to our room. Lorelai and Rory watch him go, then turn back to me.
"What got into him?" Lorelai askes with a broad smile on her face.
"He's totally different." Rory puts in her two cents.
"I know. He's been like that for two days. I have no idea why, but I'm taking the credit." I say, then walk to the room. The door's closed, and has the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on it. I knock, just to be on the safe side. "Who is it?" I hear him yell. "Can't you read a...Oh, just the person I was looking for." he says after opening the door. He has the goofiest smile on his face.
"Richard, you look--oof!" He pulls me inside, shuts and locks the door, and pulls me into a warm kiss. What has him in this kind of mood all the time? I wonder as he deepens the kiss. Our tounges gently dance about in each other's mouths. I know exactally where this is going. It's always been the same thing for the past two days. I honestly have no idea what got him into this mood, but I hope he doesn't leave it soon. I'm running out of oxygen sooner than I hoped. I try to pull away, but he won't let me. I thought he learned his lesson? There's only two things that'll help me now: kicking him between the legs, or biting his tounge. I go with the latter. I lightly bit his tounge, not wanting to cause damage, just to get it out of my mouth.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Richard askes while sticking out his tounge.
"I couldn't breathe. I tried to, but you wouldn't let me. You know, Richard, you're going to be the death of me one day." I say in a mock mad tone.
"Oh, now. You shouldn't say that. I certainly will not be the death of you. I do believe, if I'm not being too pompous, that I'm the life of you." He tickles me side, and I burst into a fit of giggles. Richard latches onto my waist with one arm, making it impossible for me to get away from him and his ticlikng.
"Rich...AH!" We fall back on the bed, him tickling me all the while. "Richy! Please! I'm having trouble breath-AH!" I fall off of the bed in my attempts to get from his tickling torture.
"Sweetie, are you alright?" He says, leaning over the side of the bed that a fell off of.
"I'm fine. Oh my God! Richard, I couldn't breathe." I get up, and wrap my arms around my sides. "I think I bruised a rib." I lie down nest to Richard. He pulls me close, and tries to move my arms from my sides. "Oh no you don't, Richard Allen Charles Michel Gilmore!"
"I'm not trying to tickle you, Emily Anne Louisa Renee Gilmore. I judt want to take a look at you ribs. Here." He puts his hands behind his back. "Now can I take a look?"
"I guess." I unbutton my blouse, and throw it on the floor. Richard leans over to 'examine' my ribs, and blows cool air on my side. "Richard!" I slap him playfully on his back.
"Sorry, My Love. I couldn't resist." He gently rolls me over with his...head? Did he just roll me over with his head? Anyways, I'm lying on my stomach, and Richard does the same thing he did with my right side that he did my left. I swat at him, but he catches my wrist. "Ah ah ah...No need to hit the infatuated husband."
"Infatuated, eh? I'll show you infatuated." I roll over on top of him, and kiss him passionatly.
"Except me, 'cause I'll be damned if I'm gonna miss a chance to ride in a horse-drawn sleigh. Come on." Lorelai announces as Richard and I mingle in the lobby.
"Now, Emily, isn't this wonderful?" Richard places his hand of the mall of my back, and we walk outside.
"It's terrific." God, I hate snow. It's terrible for my hair! I think as Richard helps me into the sleigh.
"Are you two ready to go, sir?" The driver politely asks.
"Yes, indeed." Richard replies, and places the fur blanket on our legs. I snuggle into his embrace. I only move out of it to sneeze. Richard hands me his handkerchief, and I wipe my nose. "Here you go." I say as I hand it back.
"Oh, no. You can keep it." Richard answers teasingly.
"You." I slap him playfully on the chest. He takes his handkerchief, folds it, and puts it back into his pocket.
"I wish Lorelai had warned us about this."
"What? This is wonderful." Richard looks around cheerfully.
"It's wreaking havoc with my hair."
"Oh, this isn't bad for your hair, compaired to the other thing."
Huh?
"What other thing?" Richard puts his hand behind my head, and toudles my hair. "Richard, stop it. Stop it! Suddenly you're two years old!" Wait. That didn't come out right. He most certainly shouldn't have been thinking about sex when he was two.
"I'm just having fun." Richard's voice pulls me from my thoughts.
"I'm not complaining" I say as I lean over closer to Richard.
"This is fun, too. Like a roler coaster." He's as giddy as a school boy.
"A little."
"Say, when was the last time we were on a roler coaster?"
WHAT?
"Never."
"Ddin't we ever go to Coney Island?"
Uh...no.
"That must've been your other wife."
"Gosh, I used to love it when I was a kid. They were a lot faster then, too."
"And less safe."
"We should go on one."
"What?" Are you mad?
"A fast one."
"Fine. You go, and I'll hold your cotton candy for you."
He looks over at me and smiles. "You are going."
"It'll take a whole day." There's NO way you're getting me on one of those things. That's simply out of the question.
"You are going."
"I'd be scared." That'll make him stop-me.
I'll hold your hand." Richard takes my hand in his, and we wrap our fingers together.
"Fine. We'll go on a roler coaster. Now where is this roler coaster we're going on?"
"I don't know. I'll have Rory look it up on the Internet" He gently pats my arm, and we sit in silence for a little while.
"Richard?" I break the silence.
"Yes, My Love?"
"Have I told you haw much I love you today?"
"No, but I think you showed me once or twice." he says with one of his sly smiles.
"Oh, you!" I gently slap him on the arm. Richard puts his EXTREMELY cold gloved hand on the back of my neck, pulld me close, and kisses me sensless.
"Ahem...Excuse me. I'm sorry to interupt, but we've arrived." The drivers words makes us break the kiss.
"Oh, so we are." Richard says as he helps me out of the sleigh. We walk inside, and Richard pulls me over to a dim corner by the door.
"Rich--" I try to say before he passionatly kisses me. I relax into the kiss, and as his hands travel over my bum, I push away lightly.
"Out of breath already, My Dear?" Richard still has a firm grip on my backside.
"No. There are fifty other people in this room besides us." I pull his hands back up to the small of my back.
"And if I remember correctly," he says as he slides his hands back down, "there were about 100 other people in the room with us when we got married, and I still got to grab you ass." Before I get the chance to answer, Richard's back to sucking gently on my lips while our tongues play games of love.
Author's Note: Ok...I didn't get to the dinner, but I will! I'm just giving you an update before the writers' block can take over. Talula is looking for my chisel, so don't worry. lol I'm listening to my Pink Floyd, so it's still going to be a tad bit tangy. I can't find my Lynard Skynard, so I'm stuck wih The Eagles, The BeeGees, Pink Floyd, and classical. Don't forget to use the REALLY pretty shinny button that makes the review box pop up. You're on your own from there. I can't put words in your mouths.
Branda