|Gilmore Girls Fanfiction
||[Sep. 21st, 2008|06:48 pm]
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. It all belongs to Amy Sherman-Palladino and the folks at the WB.
Chapter Summary: Rory and Jess drop in for Thanksgiving but they decide to keep their relationship on the DL. In this chapter we hear news of Pairs, finally see Lane, and witness a few quirky Jess/Luke/Liz scenes. Enjoy.
Previous Chapters: Chapters 1-16
“So you’re absolutely positive that you’ll be there tomorrow?” Lorelai asked, double-checking.
“Of course,” Rory answered, “there’s no way I’m missing Thanksgiving. Speaking of which, how many dinners are we attending this year? I need to coordinate my schedule.”
“Believe it or not, we’re only doing one.”
Rory wore a baffled expression, “Why?”
“Well,” Lorelai started, “Luke’s family is coming, Lane and Zach are swinging by after meeting with the Kims, Mom and Dad have forbade any other engagements so they’ll be coming, Kirk and Lulu have finally given us a yes, Sookie and Jackson are bringing Martha and Davey, me, Luke, and April, and you and Jess.”
“I know. And all our normal guests will be at the Inn as well and I’ve opened the invitation to them. There’s actually going to be less people than we’d originally planned for. Babette and Morey are visiting family in Syracuse and Mrs. Patty is in Maine with her fifth husband.”
Rory sighed tiredly. “Tomorrow will be like descending into a stuffing-filled mod scene.”
“It isn’t normally? Guess I just didn’t notice.”
“Funny,” she said humorlessly, “I’m just glad that I don’t have any work to do over vacation. Hedges decided to spare my remaining brain cells and give me my assignments later.”
Pouting, Lorelai said, “It’s not polite to boast.”
The older of the two women yawned, lowering the volume on her TV with the remote. “I woke up this morning with my heart beating fast enough to worm its way out of my chest plate. I felt nauseous all day and I keep running into doorframes and chairs. I’ll be happy when Thanksgiving is over and I can go back to my normal couch potato status.”
“Take some Benadryl. It’ll make you nice and sleepy,” Rory stretched.
“There’s a box on the coffee table as we speak.”
Scooting over, Lorelai made room for Paul Anka on the couch. “What’s Jess up to this evening?”
“Writing. He wants to have his new book out by early April so that means editing has to start at the beginning of December which means Jess has to finish his book in less than two weeks.”
Rory shook the bottle of nail polish she was planning on using. “I tried to get him to eat earlier but he was so enveloped that I doubt he even noticed I was in the room,” she began to apply the bright red color to her toes.
“Has he named it yet?” Lorelai asked, curious.
“I’m not sure. Most of the time he just refers to it as his magnum opus.”
“I’d laugh at that joke if I didn’t feel so tired.”
Rory snorted, “So would I.”
Working on her other foot, she answered, “I had dinner with Paris last night. She was in town for some research thing. Anyways, it looks like she’ll be moving in with me for a semester.”
Throwing a chew toy to Paul Anka, Lorelai frowned, “That’s . . . good?”
“In a way. It means that I only have to pay for half the rent, and it’s not like I’m there all the time.”
“I see what you mean. Have you told Jess?”
“Yes,” Rory said darkly, “he laughed at me.”
Snickering, Lorelai cleared her throat after a few moments of annoyed silence on Rory’s end of the phone. Wearing a thoughtful expression, she asked, “How do you think it will go with having Jess and Paris,” she struggled to find the right word, “interact?”
Rory shrugged. “In the past they’ve gotten along fine. Paris hated Logan and it was never a huge issue.”
“If you say so.”
Changing he subject, Rory asked, “How’s April?”
“Fine. She’s a girl genius. Puts your reputation to shame.”
“I mean, how is she with the whole having a stepmother thing?”
“Surprisingly, things have gone smoothly. I was worried at first because I didn’t want to turn into that hideous stepmother from Cinderella.”
“Are you implying that I’d be one of the ugly stepsisters?” Rory asked dryly.
“Yes. You and my other illegitimate children.”
“And who would you suggest to be the Prince?”
“You and Jess are cousins.”
“Not the same thing,” Rory dismissed.
“He’s the only young male I have access to,” Lorelai explained.
“Access? To get access you’ll have to check with his magnum opus first,” Rory chided, screwing the cap back on her nail polish.
Jess woke to the feeling of sheets being lightly tugged off his body.
“Good morning,” Rory said cheerfully.
He covered his head with the pillow, burying himself deeper in the bed linens.
“Jess,” she traced his ribs, smiling maliciously when it made him tense with laughter.
“Stop it,” he attempted to tell her off.
“No way,” Rory replied indignantly.
“Woman, this is what you wake me up for—“
“I woke you up because it’s Thanksgiving and you promised that you’d go with me if I agreed to your terms and conditions—and I did—“
He covered her jabbering mouth. Calmly, Jess spoke. “I’m going to get dressed, and they we’ll leave, alright?”
She nodded, her crystal blue eyes wide in the morning sunlight.
“Good girl,” he teased, abandoning her on the bed in search of suitable clothes.
Casting a smirk in Rory’s direction, Jess turned the radio down to a low murmur. “Look who’s tired now.”
They’d been driving for some time and the monotonous, soothing rhythm of the car’s engine had put Rory to sleep. She yawned and stretched while Jess turned the radio off altogether, attempting to keep his eyes on the road.
“Sorry,” Rory blushed, fixing her hair, “I had to recharge.”
“We’ll be there in about,” he drummed his long fingers on the steering wheel, “ten minutes.”
She frowned, checking the clock. “It’s only ten-thirty.”
“That it is,” Jess said.
“I thought there’d be more traffic.”
“I used some evasive driving maneuvers.”
She fixed him with a shrewd stare. “Who were you trying to evade?”
“No one, sweetheart.”
Jess ran his fingers through his hair, “Go back to sleep, Gilmore.”
She adjusted her turquoise sweater, “I’m not tired.”
“Good,” he said, pulling into a parking spot and leaving the heat on.
There was a light dusting of snow on the tree branches and the pavement. “Oh look,” Jess’s sarcasm was obvious, “we’re early.”
Rory noted that there weren’t any other cars parked within her visual range. A mixture of sleet and ice made her mother’s Inn look like a gingerbread house perched just up the walk. She undid her seatbelt and reached over to Jess’s side of the car, doing the same.
She bit her lip, trying to hide her grin. “You planned this.”
His fingers brushed the top of her hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jess said, tracing the pad of his thumb over her wrist.
“Getting up late and letting me fall asleep . . .”
“C’mon Rory, you know I never plan anything,” he smirked.
She climbed over the center console and into his lap, “You’re a bad liar.”
With a window of time at her disposal Rory thought lightly of the secret she would be hiding throughout the rest of the day. She began to kiss Jess’s neck affectionately.
He stoked her hip through the thick tweed fabric of her new skirt. Its hold around her was loose, making it easy for Jess to inch it up slightly to expose her pale thighs. His hands were warm against her chilled skin.
“Think it’ll be hard?”
Her eyes fluttered open, her lashes long and painted, stemming from the smooth lilac skin there. He unbuttoned her sweater.
“Not telling anymore.”
The heat of her sex was pressed against the seam of his pants; Rory pressed herself down onto his black jeans. She tried to hold her hands steady while she undid the buttons on his shirt.
He kissed her eyelids and the soft underside of her neck, feeling his way beneath her shirt, touching her where she was wet like a slick bathroom tile. When Rory started on his belt buckle he cupped her face and covered her mouth, tasting her.
Jess tugged her turquoise sweater off her shoulders, tracing the lines of her torso and the youthful curve of her breasts. “Back seat.”
Rory’s body was draped over his, both of them mindful of their limbs and limited space. Jess moved his hands to her hips, patient and steady while she worked on the zipper of his jeans. Normally he liked to watch their bodies moving while they were having sex but her tweed skirt obscured the mechanics of it, causing the feeling of her around him to amplify. The image strung him back to some abandoned schoolboy fantasy about Catholic girls and virginity while the windows of his ’68 Dodge Charger fogged against the November chill.
They arrived perfectly on time.
Walking in with their bodies disconnected, eyes anywhere but each other, Jess gave her a look as if to say you know before departing from Rory’s company, moving with no distinct purpose in mind but lightly toying with the idea of seeing his mother.
Luke greeted him in the kitchen. “Help me with these knives.”
He dolled out handful of cutlery. “Hey to you too,” Jess smirked, complying with his uncles directions.
Lorelai had already sucked Rory into a void of endless chatter, a mug of coffee clutched in her hand while she tried to catch her daughter up to speed. “That won’t stop any time soon, will it?”
“Probably not,” Luke answered.
Luke and Jess were the only ones in the dinning room. Sookie had already established full reign in the kitchen while Lorelai directed guests and made flower arrangements. Jess set the silverware while Luke meticulously folded the expensive linen napkins.
“Liz has asked about you twice already.”
“This morning. She stopped by to get a recipe for this pie she’s making and I may have mentioned—“
“I knew it.”
“—that you were in a serious relationship.”
Jess shot his uncle a dark look.
“You are in a serious relationship, right?”
“I’m going to put you in a serious relationship with this carving knife if you blab anymore,” Jess brandished the utensil threateningly for effect.
“Give me that,” Luke snatched it away from his nephew. Jess finished up with the silverware while the older of the two men continued to talk. “Why is this such a big deal in the first place?” He made a questioning gesture with his arms, still holding the carving knife. “You’re going to have to face Rory’s family eventually. Don’t say I didn’t give your fair warning. The Gilmore’s are inescapable.”
“I understand all of this,” Jess interjected. “I’m not trying to avoid anything. Think about this logically,” he carefully removed the knife from Luke’s grasp and placed it on the sideboard, well out of his uncle’s reach. “If you had been with someone, say, three weeks or so and you were happy with the way things were progressing and there weren’t any glaring, major issues you had to address you still probably wouldn’t ask your significant other to meet your entire—slightly medicated—extended family, right?”
Luke frowned, seeing Jess’s point.
“Dearest uncle Luke,” he said mockingly, clasping him on the shoulder, “allow me to be selfish for just a few more weeks.”
He adopted a surly expression. “You can’t avoid this forever.”
His nephew laughed slightly. “Since when have you ever needed to worry about me?” He joked, “I just don’t feel like sharing just yet.”
Both men retreated to a less populated portion of the Inn in an attempt to stay out of the holiday-inspired minefield. Jess flicked through a paperback that he’d left in his coat pocket while Luke read the newspaper. Through the opening of a doorway Jess spied Rory carrying out errands for her mother, straightening and organizing and answering the phone. She spotted him in the sitting room, indulging in a collection of short stories by O’Henry, and sent him an exasperated look, as if to say: not fare.
More guests began to show up the closer it grew to one o’clock. Liz arrived thirty minutes early sporting her three-year-old daughter, T. J., and a frazzled-looking April who sought refuge in Jess’s company shortly after her arrival.
“How’s it going, kid.” Jess stuffed his book into his back pocket while April joined him on the floral sofa that he was currently occupying.
“How did you make it out of that?” She signaled to Liz and company.
Jess observed the makeshift family unit thoughtfully. “It was minus two back then. Not always, though. T. J.’s husband number four, but he has managed to last the longest, so I’d say it’s an improvement.”
She gaped a little but righted herself when Jess reached over to the nearby bookshelf and handed her a copy of A Brief History of Time. They read in compatible silence.
Lane plopped down next to Rory, pushing aside a stray cushion on the bench seat in Lorelai’s office. They were supposed to be making a few last minute arrangements in the kitchen but Sookie had banished them after one too many hazardous lemon incidents. The childhood friends had decided to take the time to catch up instead.
Rory listened attentively while Lane gushed about her last bout of touring, which had ended only a week-and-a-half ago. Because of Lane’s unpredictable schedule and Rory’s move to New York they’d had little time to talk about the directions their lives had taken. Lane’s band had finally begun to pick up a following; they’d recently been able to record a live album and distribute it at shows.
After some twenty minutes of music talk they started on Rory and her new job. It was then that Lane touched on what Rory knew had been eating away at her since she’d arrived.
“I don’t know if you saw earlier, but Jess is here,” she said carefully. “I didn’t know if you’d want me to tell you because it probably isn’t a big deal because you guys haven’t seen each other in years—“
“Lane,” Rory interrupted, “remember in the third grade when we promised that we’d tell each other everything?”
“Yes. It was the highlight of the first eight years of my life.”
Rory got up quickly and shut the door to the office. “Well, now is one of those times.”
“Oh my God!”
“Shh,” Rory said harshly, “people will hear you.”
“Sorry,” Lane admitted quickly. She attempted to compose herself but failed miserably when Rory dissolved into a fit of muffled laughter.
“But that’s so romantic,” Lane said excitedly.
“In a way, yeah,” Rory answered shyly. “But none of it was planned. I mean, we’ve only been together for like, three weeks.”
“So,” the bouncy Korean woman asked, “how is it?”
Rory blushed a delicate shade of scarlet. “You mean—“
“Lane! You’re married.”
“I’m living vicariously through you. Details, please.”
She sighed, trying to appear serious. “Since you so desperately want to know . . . “
Rory poked at the soft, pale green substance on her plate. “What is that?” She whispered.
Jess shot her a funny look while the dinning party carried on, oblivious to their conversation. “It’s jell-o salad.”
The table was fully seated and everyone had recently started on their meals. Rory’s full plate contained an assortment of dishes.
“What’s jell-o salad?”
Jess buttered a wheat roll. “It’s just green jell-o mixed with cool whip and pineapples,” he shrugged. “It tastes pretty good. You should try it.”
She speared some turkey with her fork, her face bearing skepticism. “If you say so.”
“It’s good to step out of your comfort zone sometimes,” he added.
“This is true.”
Jess stared at her while she put gravy on her mashed potatoes. “What?” Rory asked.
“Nothing,” he said, squeezing lemon in his tea.
Rory huffed a little and picked up her spoon. “This is for you, jell-o Nazi.”
Jess rolled his eyes and continued eating, hiding the look of triumph he wanted to express when Rory went back for seconds.
“Liz!” Luke hissed, lecturing his sister, “Don’t, just don’t.”
“Relax, older brother,” she peered around the corner of the doorframe, “I’m just watching.”
“I wasn’t supposed to tell you. If Jess finds out he will castrate me in my sleep.”
Liz waved her hand in Luke’s direction as if to dismiss his exaggeration. “Just be cool. She’s a pretty girl, isn’t she?”
“Um, well, I guess. I never really looked all that closely—“
“She looks a lot like Lorelai,” Liz observed.
Luke nodded. “They do favor each other.”
“And she’s a nice girl,” Liz said. “I always hoped that Jess would get a nice girl instead of some trashy airhead from Jersey.” Her brother snorted while she went on about the young couple.
“Jess and Rory sitting in a tree-“
A voice interrupted her. “F-U-C-K-I-N-G.”
Liz jumped a mile high and spun around while Luke laughed, but only slightly.
Jess sent his mother a cool glance. “You always were the guilty one.”
She swatted one of his crossed arms. “Don’t scare me like that.”
“Sorry,” he smirked, “I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
Luke shook his head. “You seem to be full of laughs today.”
“So I’ve heard from multiple sources. Are you two finished spying yet? Your spouses are beginning to wonder where you slipped off to.”
“I wasn’t—“ Luke started.
“Sure you weren’t.”
“You know, Lorelai is less than twenty feet away.”
“And while you guys were spying on my girlfriend I could have been banging your wife in a closet.”
“She wouldn’t sleep with you,” Luke defended.
Jess arched on of his fine, dark eyebrows. “Wouldn’t she?”
He held a knowing look, “I’d go check if I were you.”
“I’m not you.”
“Yeah, Lorelai saw that too,” he chuckled.
Luke shook himself of Jess’s words and stalked off.
He turned to his mother. “Not a word to anyone, please.”
She laughed. “About you and Rory or you and Lorelai?”
Jess shrugged, smirking, “Both.”
A drinking glass shattered on the kitchen floor. “Oh, Sookie I’m so sorry,” Rory apologized, moving to use the dustpan.
“Aw, that’s the third one today,” Sookie said mournfully.
Rory began to sweep up the shards. “Here, let me clean this up.”
“Why don’t you take a break,” she suggested, gently taking the broom and dustpan from Rory’s hands, “you look tired.”
“I want to help.”
Rory felt Sookie propel her through the kitchen door like she was a troublesome child that merely got in the way.
She sighed and walked down the hallway, holding her arms self-consciously. It was early in the afternoon and some of the guests had already left but her grandparents and Luke’s family had remained. As clumsy as she’d been, Rory wasn’t the least bit tired. She felt a little wobbly but that was mostly due to nervousness at getting caught with Jess. They’d shared a few long, questionable looks over the span of a few hours that had hopefully gone undetected.
She spun around, looking. “Jess?” Rory whispered.
“C’mere,” she followed the sound of his voice into the library, shutting the door behind her.
A/N: Is anymore else looking forward to Heroes tomorrow? I definitely am. Don’t forget to review :D
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