Written in the Stars
By Gilmoregirl1979 (the reigning Quote Queen)
Rating: PG-13
Hi this is your friendly disclaimer: I REJECT ASP's REALITY AND SUBSTITUE MY OWN! Once again, I don't own (DAMN IT! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue.
R/R: yes please I love reviews; I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)
Summary/ The Q: AW If you DON'T KNOW BY NOW! HURUMPH!
LUVZ: I miss you!
FEATURED BETA: Localizy, WONDER TWIN POWERS ACTIVATE
A/N: I have to say it now... I... Am...So ... DAMN... PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER
worth the wait? for QUALITY FAN FICTION? You tell me... R/R
A/N: Hey It's like Christmas in Jul… well er uh, June, Christmas in June!...
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Chapter 40:
Christmas with the Gilmores
Friday the Thirteenth… my lucky day, Lorelai morosely thought as she looked at her dress in the mirror trying to decide if her mother would find anything wrong with it as she didn't want another blow out over her clothing again. She wanted tonight to be perfect, and go smoothly for once, so her parents would have a good first impression of Luke. She didn't know how that could be possible, with Emily Gilmore controlling the evening, but still with booze, other guests, and business to distract them, maybe Luke would be fairly safe and unnoticed, Lorelai hoped, more than believed.
Then manly arms snaked around her waist, soft lips kissed her neck, and a deep voice whispered, "You look beautiful."
"Mmm, Mr. President, what would my boyfriend say," Lorelai teased in a girly, bimbo voice.
"Shut up, he's not your type."
"I don't want to go," Lorelai whined leaning her head back on Luke's shoulder, putting her hands on top of his at her waist.
"I just made a triple batch of apple raisin stuffing …we're going," he rubbed her stomach.
"You what?" Lorelai craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I made some stuffing. Rory insisted, like a… pot luck or…gesture of good faith…"
Lorelai turned to face him, "But… Luke my mother will have the menu all planned out… serving dishes have been selected, the times between courses have been synchronized to the last bite."
"One side dish isn't going to throw a wrench in the works."
"Luke…"
"Lorelai, I promised Rory, she said she really doesn't like your mother's stuffing."
"It's her cook's stuffing, my mother just plans it… she doesn't actually lift a finger."
"Look, I have the trays already to go; it just needs to be reheated. I promised Rory."
Rory suddenly appeared at the bedroom doorway, "I'm ready… were you two making out again?" cocking her head to the side.
Lorelai saw how Luke still had his hands on her hips, "Umm no, Rory…we weren't."
"Why not? It's going to be three hours till you can do that again, get it out of your system." Rory looked at the clock, "You have 5 minutes… GO!" and Rory raced downstairs leaving them privacy for their tonsil hockey.
Lorelai chuckled, "She's right. Three hours till you can have this again," she enticed with a raise eyebrow.
"5 minutes isn't long enough," as he leaned in to take advantage of the private time.
"Hmmm, okay a few ground rules," Lorelai stopped him from kissing her.
"Okay?"
"Don't expect to be complimented or praised, because no matter what, my parents won't like you… sorry."
"Alright."
"Don't bother to remember the maid's name because my mother will have a new one in three days time…"
"Alright?"
Thinking of his hands, still on her hips again, "Oh, don't touch my ass in front of my father…"
"If you insist," he teased.
"Oh, and that hollow feeling at the end of the night will be just because Emily Gilmore has just sucked out your soul! But don't worry, you won't miss it."
Luke thought she was being a tad dramatic, "Anything else?"
"Please, baby," she put her hands on his cheeks. "Just be yourself."
"Can I kiss you now? We only have four minutes left…"
"So we'll be a little late," Lorelai shrugged.
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A half an hour later, Rory, Luke and Lorelai were at the front door of the Gilmore Manor. At first, Luke thought the party was at a museum or a castle or something, until Lorelai clarified that this was indeed where she grew up.
Lorelai was giving some final assurance to her boyfriend, as she took his arm, "Now remember, no matter what happens inside these walls I love you… and you are coming home with me…"
Luke didn't know if Lorelai was being suggestive or implying that he may be killed beyond the thick oak door.
"Yeah, I love you too!" Rory took his other arm, holding the gift bags for the Gilmores with her free hand.
Rory rang the bell and the thick oak door opened to blind Luke with a glow from inside since his eyes had been adjusted for the dark outdoors. Every surface in the Gilmore home seemed to gleam and shine. The maid, who had merely wanted to take their coats, seemed look at Luke curiously since he was holding the trays and trays of his infamous stuffing. "Oh, umm these are for the kitchen, I guess," Luke said hesitantly, thrown off by the look of horror from the maid.
"I'll show him," Rory volunteered, leading Luke away by the arm. The maid took Lorelai's coat and then followed quietly and curiously as the guest with the trays was heading to the kitchen, leaving Lorelai alone in the foyer.
Emily came into the foyer, thinking she had heard her granddaughter, "Lorelai? Where's Rory?"
"Umm, she'll be back in just a minute, Mom." Lorelai knew Rory was the only reason her mother still talked to her, but to so pointedly prefer Rory's company to her own daughter's hurt Lorelai's feelings once more.
"Where's… Duke?" Emily sneered.
"The Germans wouldn't let him out of Stalag 17, so he won't make it home for Christmas," Lorelai said sardonically. Hey, that movie actually came in handy, narrowing her eyes at Emily. "Luke, however, is with Rory, she wanted to show him around," wanting to keep the surprise side dish a secret.
"Really? How nice," obviously the thought of some stranger wandering her home was repulsive to Emily.
Dear God come back soon. Every second without Rory or Luke was agony, and Lorelai's smile returned when she saw Luke and Rory coming back hand in hand, since Rory had promised she would hold Luke's hand the whole time. Rory was giggling over something that happened in the kitchen, looking at Luke with admiration until she saw her grandmother. "Hi Grandma," Rory said brightly, still giggling over what Luke had said.
"Hello Rory," Emily said sweetly, while scowling at the man she was with, ready to suspect and charge him with every horrible crime imaginable. "Why do you still have your coats on? For pity's sake…Elsa! Take my grand daughter's coat, please."
The made scurried over quickly and collected Rory and Luke's coats quickly.
Lorelai did the introductions, "Mom, this is Luke Danes, my boyfriend… Luke, this is my mother Emily Gilmore."
"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Gilmore," Luke offered one of his now free hands.
"Certainly." Emily took his hand limply, as if she was doing him a favor rather than being happy to meet him. She pulled away quickly, convinced she would be contaminated. At least the man could afford a deceit quality leather jacket, but then of course Lorelai would fall for a man with a leather jacket.
Luke handed the maid his coat and immediately complimented Emily, trying to break the ice a bit, "Umm, you have a beautiful home, they don't make 'em like this anymore…" because the villagers all died during construction of this place and there is no one left to build the other houses; but he kept that to himself.
"Thank you," Emily said simply.
"Grandma," Rory said to distract all from the growing tension between Luke and his potential in law.
"Yes Rory."
"We have your presents," Rory offered a few of the bags she was carrying, trying to distract her grandmother.
"Thank you, Rory. Why don't you put them under the tree," Emily continued to stare down Luke.
Rory could sense something was terribly wrong and didn't want to leave, but Lorelai encouraged her, "Go on, honey."
When Rory left, Emily began to interrogate Luke, "How old are you?"
"I'm sorry?" Luke was taken off guard.
"Your age?" she said slowly as if he was terribly stupid.
31 m'am," Luke said, concerned at where this line of discussion would go.
"31? And you are dating my 28 year old daughter?"
"Mom, please?" Lorelai begged, she couldn't help but notice how Emily was keeping Luke near the door, as if she was moments from kicking him out. If her other guests hadn't seen him then Emily wouldn't have to explain him at all.
"And do you often prey upon young women with young children?"
"What?" Luke had to make sure he heard right.
"Mom!"
"Well, what is your fascination with my granddaughter?"
"Mom, do you hear yourself?" Lorelai hissed.
"My fascination is with your daughter," Luke corrected, sufficiently irritated at the gall of this snobby woman. "Rory happens to be part of your daughter's life, so I understand and respect they are a package deal," he tried cautiously.
"So you put up with one to have the other, is that it?"
"MOM!"
Then Emily's friend, Maureen, came in the foyer at the moment and inadvertently saved Luke from an uncomfortable conversation of further accusations. "Emily? What's keeping you?" Maureen took in the sight of Luke and appreciated the sight, "Why hello."
"Evening," was all Luke could say civilly, after having been accused of being some sort of pedophile.
"And who is this?" Maureen raised a perfectly tweezed brow.
Lorelai took over the introductions, "This is Luke Danes… "
Rory came back to Luke's side, not wanting to miss the action that was bound to happen. "He's her boyfriend," she said shyly taking Luke's hand because she didn't remember the woman and figured if she was nervous Luke would be too.
Maureen greeted Rory again, "Hello again, Rory, I was about to tell your grandmother how you are growing up far too quickly."
"It feels slow," Rory observed.
"I'm sure it does, but it goes by so quickly once you are older. Tell me how old are you now?"
"I'm 12."
"Well, that is commemorative; did you have a special party?"
Rory quickly warmed to the woman, excited to talk about her special day. "Yes! It was the best party ever; we had a costume party at Luke's …restaurant." Lorelai had coached Rory to call the diner a restaurant around her grandma's friends. "I was Elizabeth Bennett from Pride and Prejudice."
"Oh, a costume party? And what were you Luke… a super hero?" Maureen was taking in Luke's broad shoulders. Lorelai narrowed her eyes at the woman, she didn't apperciate the way Maureen was checking out her boyfriend.
"He was a baseball player, actually, Mom was Wonder Woman," Rory informed.
Upon hearing Lorelai's choice of costume, Emily looked to heaven to save her from the embarrassment, while Maureen chuckled. "Well, that sounds like the Lorelai we know, did you get lots of presents?" and thanks to Maureen, the Stars Hollow trio was ushered into the living room with the rest of the guests.
At the dinner table, the conversation was pleasant enough for the Hartford group, but all of the Stars Hollow representatives felt very out of place. The dialogue consisted of people exchanging stories of trips to Europe, since Stars Hollow crew hadn't been out of New England, let alone the country, they had little to add to the discussion.
Richard spoke up to compliment his wife across the table, "I must say Emily this stuffing is fantastic!" He marveled how Emily could always surprise him and always outdo herself year after year.
Emily stared at the unrecognizable mystery side knowing for certain that is not how her stuffing looked when she checked on things before her guests arrived. "Why thank you Richard," she said, still willing to take credit for the dish she didn't pick.
This was Rory's chance, "Actually, we brought it."
All eyes when to the youngest at the table. Richard seemed to question, "You... brought it?"
"Yes, Luke and I made it… we wanted to help grandma. See, there are granny smith and red delicious apples in it so we have the Christmas colors right on your plate…"
Luke chimed in quietly and honestly, "That was Rory's idea…usually I just use the red apples."
Maureen seemed to encourage the young girl to speak. "What else is in it?" placing her chin on her hand.
Rory's second favorite topic was food and cooking with Luke, so she eagerly divulged, "Well bread of course, onions, thyme, rosemary, butter, apples, raisins…"
"And Luke taught you this recipe?"
Rory nodded, "Yeah, we cook together all the time."
"Why you're quite the chef then, aren't you Luke?" Maureen said.
Lorelai chimed in, "Well, he keeps us well fed."
"Oh yes" Rory talked Luke up. "I think my favorite is coconut breaded chicken, he's the very best chef and he's teaching me everything he knows."
Maureen smiled at how affectionate Rory was with Luke. "So umm Lorelai what are your… future plans," she hinted.
Lorelai chanced a quick glance at her mother then back to Maureen, "Well, umm, I'm the assistant manager at the Independence Inn now… so, I guess I'm staying in the area."
"…but any other major events we should know about?" Maureen eyed Lorelai keenly.
"Oh well," Lorelai looked at Luke, who seemed to have been expecting these types of questions but was just as unprepared. Lorelai looked over at her mother, who seemed to be shooting glares at Maureen for wanting to encourage the relationship. "Other than trying to snag the hope diamond, not really," she took a sip of wine.
"So Luke, what sort of business are you in again?" Joseph, Maureen's husband asked.
"He owns a restaurant, in our town," Rory said.
"Really? Good food?"
"The best!" Rory said confidently.
"What sort of food?"
"Well, I guess you call it Americana," Rory mused delicately.
"It's …actually a bit of a cafe," Lorelai fielded.
"Oh, I love cafes. Remember that little French café on our trip to Paris last spring…" and the Diner/cafe was soon forgotten now that the conversation was back in Europe.
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"And we're out," Lorelai sighed as she practically hightailed it to the Jeep. Luke let Rory into the back seat, carrying the sparse leftovers of the hit apple raisin stuffing since Rory insisted that they take it home not wanting to waste a crumb. Luke put his trays on the floor for Rory to keep an eye on so they wouldn't spill over and opened the passenger side door for Lorelai since she was slightly tipsy and he was driving them home.
Luke really didn't know what to say about the evening he just experienced. Luke really couldn't tell if that went well or not. He would look over at Lorelai on the drive home, who was happily humming to whatever was on the radio. "So… how did I do?" he finally asked.
"You survived the first five minutes, I think you were wonderful," Lorelai said confidently meeting his gaze. Then she noticed something outside and gasped excitedly. "It's a sign," Lorelai gaped.
Rory and Luke had seen it too. It had begun the first snow on Friday the Thirteenth, so Lorelai took it as a good omen, because magic things happen when it snows. The evil Friday the Thirteenth was now checkmated by the magic snow.
Upon their return to Stars Hollow, Luke supplied the doughnuts, the coffee for Lorelai, and cocoa for himself and Rory as they enjoyed the first snow in the square together.
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The Gilmore party had been survived by all of the Stars Hollow crew and they were anxious for their own first Christmas together. Lorelai was counting on her mother not calling till Easter.
With Rory's impending Christmas break and her school assignments all done, Rory would hang out at the diner with Luke after school, especially if her mother was busy with a banquet, anniversary dinner, or something. There was an unusual lull one afternoon at the diner, so she and Luke were killing time by playing hangman in a scrap notebook reserved for such enlightening pursuits. Rory looked up from the paper to complain, "Luke!"
"What?"
"Sunset?"
"What? It's a word?"
"Luke, challenge me," pushing the notebook over to him to try again, "How am I going to get smarter if you don't challenge me!"
"You're smart enough but fine." He thought for a second and drew eight spaces on the paper for the new word.
Rory looked at the spaces on the paper and said sarcastically, "Oooo, eight letters, real challenging!"
"The smaller the word the less letters there are, the less likely you are to guess it. It's all about strategy."
"Fine…umm, O?" Rory guessed.
"Lucky guess…" Luke filled in the correct space.
Rory smiled. "No, it's smart to try the vowels first since there are fewer, strategy," she shot back. "Umm E?"
Luke shook his head because she was right again, and filled in the 2 E spaces. While Rory thought of more letters, Luke decided to ask, "Hey, Rory."
"Yes, Luke?" she was still staring at the notebook.
"Well, I'm gonna need your help with Christmas dinner… is that okay?"
"Happy to help, I like cooking with you," she absently admitted while trying to think of two letters to fill the spaces between one "E" and "O" in Luke's eight letter word.
Luke liked cooking with Rory too. It was nice to have someone to teach what he knew to and soon he knew he'd need her help with more than just turkey gravy.
"Umm an L?" she guessed.
Luke smiled and drew a head on the gallows on the paper. After a few more guesses, the hangman had developed a body and two arms, but was saved a leg when Rory guessed "N".
"Hey, Luke."
"Yeah?"
"What are you getting Mom for Christmas?"
Luke decided to check on her intentions, "Asked you to spy, did she?"
"No… I was… well, I was wondering … if maybe you needed some ideas... I thought I could help… I mean… who knows her better than me…right?" Rory wanted to state her case and let him use her expertise and knowledge. Also she was a bit curious and afraid of what Luke would come up with on his own. "Is there… a T?"
"Yes," he smiled and added the letter to its proper place in the eight-letter word. "I do have a few ideas I'd like to run pass you, if and only IF you promise not to spoil the surprise…"
"I promise, Pinky swear," Rory held up an excited little finger, forgetting the game they were playing.
"Okay… good…"
Rory insisted again, waving her little finger at him. "Luke… Pinky swear… other wise it's not official…and I can tell."
Luke snuck a peak out the windows to see if any one would see and then offered up his pinky which Rory shook with her own.
"Okay…now that's settled… what ideas have you got?" She wanted to know what Luke had in mind for her mother.
"You haven't finished the word yet… you still have three spaces."
Rory focused on the word again, space, N, E, space, space, O, T, E. "Umm, anecdote?" she guessed.
"How did you… you're right," Luke shook his head in astonishment. He didn't know why he was surprised anymore.
Rory smiled, Luke was always thinking of Lorelai. Her mother was full of anecdotes. The legless hangman forgotten, Rory moved the notebook aside to get down to business. "Okay, Christmas presents. What have you got?"
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The days till Christmas wound down and Gimore/Danes group watched the nativity procession as Lorelai and Rory had every year since they moved to Stars Hollow and which Luke usually avoided. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, it had that little Lorelai sparkle, like everything else he did with the Gilmore Girls.
Luke hated gift giving, he knew he wasn't any good at it, despite Rory's assurances that he was right on the money. More like just out of money, but Rory is right, she is worth it!
When Christmas day finally arrived, Rory and Lorelai, who was just as excited as Rory or even more so, were upstairs bouncing him awake in their bed, Luke sighed and got up, happy that he had learned his lesson from the first day of school to wear PJs to bed on such occasions.
Sookie was out of town visiting her folks and Morey and Babette were at gig with some of Morey's friends in New York, so Luke, Lorelai, and Rory enjoyed their intimate celebration and took turns opening gifts left by their friends and close neighbors. Rory purposefully sought out Luke's gift. Luke had such great ideas for Lorelai that Rory couldn't wait to see what was in store for her. She was surprised by the size of the box since she had been expecting another book from Luke. Rory put the box on the coffee table, pulled off the lid and was surprised to find her very own apron with Luke's Coffee Cup logo on the front. "Oh Wow!" Rory exclaimed. She pulled it out of the box and put it over her head and tied it on. "Luke, I love it! Look mom, it has his logo on it," Rory proudly showed her chest. "Mom, it has pockets in front!"
"Custom made?" Lorelai asked Luke. Then appraising the fit on her daughter, Lorelai commented, "Little big, don't you think?"
"It's adjustable and she'll grown into it," Luke was certain.
Then in the box, Rory saw there were her very own set of kitchen utensils, including measuring spoons and cups, assorted funnels, pastry scraper, spatula, tongs, a pasta scoop, a rolling pin, and a whisk. There was a book in the box, but it was a journal filled with blank pages. Rory looked at Luke for an explanation as she flipped through the empty pages.
"It's a journal, to write down your own recipes."
Now understanding his thoughtful plan, Rory smiled, appreciative that he kept encouraging her creativity. It was like his way of repaying her for his baseball card project.
"Keep digging," Luke said, knowing she was expecting something else and he wasn't about to disappoint.
Rory pulled away the tissue paper and found another wrapped present inside. Rory knew it was another book, since it was hard and rectangular. She peeled away the paper, "The Princess Bride! Mom, he got me The Princess Bride, in hard cover!"
"Well, you watch the movie over and over again," Luke chuckled, "and you can do that contrast and compare thing you like so much."
"Thank you! For everything, I love them all!" and Rory hugged Luke still wearing her apron.
"You're welcome, Rory."
"Now, it's your turn," Rory declared, and she went to get a small envelope that ones placed in the tree branches, "It's from Mom and me."
Luke smiled at the smaller, more subtle gesture compared to his Birthday Hoopla, Luke opened the envelope forgetting that big things came in small packages. He unfolded the paper to reveal a homemade gift certificate that read: IOU 3 baseball games. And the fine print was written, in which I, Lorelai Gilmore, will accompany one Luke Danes, and not complain about being bored or make comments about the players butts or spitting.
He looked up at the girls who were smiling; he may have been hung up on the butts comment, because all he could say was, "What?"
Lorelai explained, "Well, we always drag you to things we want to do, it's your turn to drag us some place… I was going to get you the actual tickets …but apparently they don't play baseball in winter…"
"No kidding?" he said sarcastically.
"I know, I mean every time I called for tickets they were closed, I even tried Ticketmaster and they laughed at me, and I didn't know where the nearest baseball arena thingy was to drive there. Isn't it in like Maine or something like that? Anyway because I couldn't talk to a live person about baseball, I wasn't really sure of the schedule, or which teams would be a better match up and obviously I couldn't talk to you about it because that would spoil the surprise. So, I thought we could go to a few games whenever the season starts. Oh, maybe spring training, we could watch the training, I hear that on the news from time to time," Lorelai suggested.
Luke had to chuckle at her misplaced thoughtfulness, latching on to a tidbit she had heard and still not really understanding what it all meant. "Spring training is usually in Florida or Arizona," Luke informed, "Its too cold here up north."
"Oh," Lorelai learned something new. "Well, still, the games will be fun, you pick the games, and I'll pay… I'll even buy you a hot dog…"
"Do you know what goes into hot dogs?" Luke scolded.
"No idea," Lorelai shrugged.
"Exactly, I'm not eating a hot dog," It was one thing when Luke made burgers himself and he knew what went in them, something completely different to have a factory processed treat that you had to trust the government to deem was okay for human consumption at the ballpark.
"When you are going to a baseball game you are supposed to eat a hotdog!" Lorelai insisted.
Rory chimed in now, "and Peanuts and Crackerjacks!"
"Exactly!" Lorelai chuckled.
Luke smiled at her homemade certificate, her willingness to put up with his likes the way he did with hers. Wanting him to have fun once in a while with things he liked. Luke only hoped she liked her present just as much.
Rory handed Lorelai the box from Luke, since it was now her turn. With a smile on her face Lorelai opened her first gift ever from Luke. Her smile widened, "Luke!"
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Rory christened her new apron helping Luke with Christmas dinner. Lorelai was amazed that such a large turkey could fit in her shoe organizer a.k.a. the oven. Rory almost wanted to sleep in her new apron, but Luke convinced her that crumbs and splatters would ruin her sheets and he promised to wash it so it would be fresh for tomorrow.
Luke was already in bed waiting for Lorelai to join him. Seeing Lorelai walked in to the bedroom wearing the pajamas he had given her caused him to smile. The new pajamas had tiny blue, white, and light blue snowflakes. "You don't have to wear those," as he sat on his side of the bed.
"Why Luke, you're being a little forward tonight," she giggled. "How about you try to romance me just a little, you know, some effort at foreplay," Lorelai teased in a dirty tone, as she settled in under the covers with him in her beloved new PJs.
"That's not…" and Luke grunted to himself, sometimes Lorelai could be really annoying and he had to stop and think of why he was in love with her. "I just meant if you didn't like them… you didn't have to use them," Luke rolled his eyes, referring to his lame present that he got for her, his doubt and lack of confidence in the gift-giving arena convinced him Lorelai was just being polite.
"Luke, I love them. They are perfect."
"Come on."
"I do," she assured him, "I absolutely do, they are cute and blue… and they have snowflakes on them… they are flannel so I'll stay warm and make me think of you… they are perfect."
"And you won't have to steal my flannel shirts to sleep in anymore…"
"You said I looked good in your shirts!"
He brushed back some of her hair as she cuddled up with him, "Well, these bring out your eyes…"
"… And they go with my sterling silver snow flake earrings and pendant, which are also beautiful," the ones she had worn since she unwrapped them, the ones she had worn all day, the ones she only took off because it was time for bed. She kissed Luke for the shiny gifts as well as her comfy ones. "Thank you again."
"Well, you've been talking about the magic of snow for like a month, and well I saw these…" fingering a button of the PJs.
"Well, I love everything."
"Yeah well, you can't go wrong with jewelry, right?" as he gave her a squeeze.
"…or asking the daughter for help…" Lorelai smiled.
Luke couldn't believe it after Rory made him pinky swear, "She told you…"
"Don't worry, she didn't spoil the surprise, she just told me downstairs, because well I was drilling her how you picked everything out. And she gave you full credit that they were all your ideas, you just sought out her approval since she knows me best."
They could hear the sigh of Christmas snow falling just outside the window, and after a few quite moments, Lorelai suggested, "You know, Luke … I could take off my PJs if you wanted," and she started to kiss his scruffy neck.
"Lorelai," Luke groaned, already feeling her affect on him.
Her kisses went up to his ear, "You know it is a holiday. It's practically a government mandate that we have sex." She moved over to his mouth, slipping her hand under his shirt, "Let the president lead the way."
It didn't take much convincing. Lorelai's beloved new PJs were now tossed on the floor and Luke, usually not an optimist or Mr. Sunshine, was happy as he fell asleep with a naked Lorelai in his arms again, and he couldn't help but think:
…This has been the best Christmas ever.
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A/N: apple raisin stuffing saves the day!
A/N: BEGRUDGINGLY Purple Ribbon! For season 7 ugh! But I am NIAVE NO LONGER!
A/N: morosely really is a great word…
Localizy Sounds Off:
Dear ASP.
I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity. You have been weighed. You have been measured. And you have absolutely…Been found wanting. Welcome to New World. God save you, if it is right that he should do so.
Regards,
Localizy, beta and wonder twin to a much better author then you because she gives us… oh I don't know…what the fans want!
A/N: HEY The Massacoustics just got back from their tour in Germany and they finally saw Season 5 and 6 of the offending show…They were so disturbed they broke into song:
Heavy
Andy Thompson, Matt Thompson
Dedicated to ASP CRAZY ASS BITCH
Do you ever feel tired of dragging it around?
You think you've got it figured out,
Don't bring it up now.
So drop it and forget it
It will kill you if you let it.
Could you put it down?
Why does it always have to be so heavy?
When all it ever does is weigh us down.
You know that this could be so easy,
But you choose the hard road you take the hard road out.
Do you ever stop talking with a pessimistic tongue?
You can't keep from thinking about the negatives to come.
You're so positive nothing will ever work out.
You're obsessively progressing
So I'm finally protesting
Could you put it down.
Why does it always have to be so heavy?
When all it ever does is weigh us down.
You know that this could be so easy,
But you choose the hard road you take the hard road out.
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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you NON POD Luke!
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R/R: PLEASE, I like to better myself. To quote The Princess Bride,
"...Remember this is for posterity, ... so be honest."
Please be specific with R/R; name one (or as many as you can think of or want to mention..…) At least one specific thing you liked
Please! It makes me feel good...inside (Dirty!)
Hence the Rant option below.
Insert Rant here V
A/N: if not completely satisfied with this chapter, please return unused portion for a full refund...