A Suit and Tie Type Thing, GG, PG, Chapter 3
Title: A Suit and Tie Type Thing, Chapter 3
Author: Piratelf
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Genre: Gen, Het, Narco, JavaJunkie
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls Characters. No money will be made from this work. I'm really not worth suing, honestly.
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: Nothing special for this chapter, just enjoy!
Summary: Sometimes it all comes down to fighting or cuddling.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Rory got home a little after 6 p.m. and was surprised to find the house all dark. She flipped on the light in the living room and called for Dean. Getting no answer, she looked around a bit, checked the basement and even the garage. Finally she went upstairs and found Dean asleep in bed.
"Hey, baby," she combed his bangs back from his face with her fingers. He opened his eyes. "What's the matter?"
"Just a headache."
"Did you take anything?"
"Yeah."
"You want some juice or something?"
"I just want to sleep."
"Okay," she kissed his forehead. She left the bedroom, ate the leftover pizza, watched some TV, did the final revisions to the final revisions of her latest article, then called Lane.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. van Gerbig?"
"Mrs. Forester! How are things on the homefront? Did Luke have any success?"
"Oh, I don't know," Rory sighed. "Dean is in bed with a headache. I'm not going to bring it up tonight."
"He has a headache? Isn't that supposed to be the wife's excuse?"
"Yeah, but since I'm the one with the huge porn collection, it all works out."
"And you get to have the beer gut."
"And he'll have to have the tummy tuck."
"After he has the babies."
"Oh definitely!" Rory got a soda out of her fridge and popped it open. "So, I was thinking, what about our traditional Christmas get-together?"
"Well, it was here last year, and you have the new house, so is your place good?"
"Yeah, it's fine. So, you leave the boys with Zach, I'll get rid of Dean, and we're all set. What day is good for you?"
"Um, let me check . . ."
Rory could hear Lane paging through something, probably a calendar or datebook. "How does the 23rd look for you?"
"My schedule is wide open, so if it works for you it works for me."
"Perfect! Noon, as usual?"
"Absolutely! Tons of junk food and all my unwrapped presents will be waiting for you!"
"Me and all my new, tacky and completely secular Christmas CDs can't wait!"
"You know, you can play those at your house now."
"Yeah, but I like listening to them the first time with you. It's tradition."
"I love tradition!"
"Calm down, Tevye."
"Hey, is the band booked for New Year's Eve yet?"
"Nope, not yet, but it's weeks away."
"Well, I'm sort of in the pre-pre-pre-planning stages of throwing a huge bash!"
"And just how much pre-pre-pre-planning have you done?"
"I just thought of it on the way home from your house."
"Okay, well, how 'bout if I pencil it in, and you let me know when you get to the pre-planning stage?"
"Sounds good." Rory heard a cry in the background.
"My master's voice, gotta go."
"Night, Lane."
"Talk to you tomorrow."
Rory took the opportunity to have a long luxurious bath, with soft music and a good book. Once the water cooled, she dressed for bed and snuggled in beside Dean.
After midnight, Dean had a nightmare involving hungry wild animals circling his house, the fireplace burning out of control, and, in classic dream logic, sharks in the plumbing. He tossed restlessly on the bed, waking Rory. Thinking he was still suffering from his fictitious headache, she sat up and reached over to rub his temples, which woke him.
"Rory?"
"Yep, just me. Go back to sleep."
"Feels good."
She smiled, "shhh."
"You should go back to sleep."
"You first." Rory leaned down and kissed his nose.
Dean opened his eyes, reached up and took Rory's hands in his. "Rory, I love you."
"I love you too, Dean."
"I'm sorry, about the fight yesterday." He hated fighting with Rory, he really did. He loved her more than anything in the world. And they'd been through so much to finally get to this place, this relationship, this life. Where they both felt secure, happy and free to be themselves. Was it really worth it when holding to his position meant holding on to the argument? And there was only one way to put an end to the argument.
"Me too. But I think we should save this conversation for tomorrow. You're tired, you need to rest." She freed her hands and pulled the sheet up over him.
"But, I want to tell you, Luke told me, how important it is to you, that I go to the Christmas party. And you're important to me, Rory. Nothing is more important than you, and I want you to know that, so," he paused for a moment to take a breath, "I'll go. I'll go with you, Rory."
"Oh, Dean, let's not talk about it now." She smoothed the sheet over his chest.
"We don't have to talk about it anymore. It's decided. Okay?"
"Okay, baby. Just close your eyes now." She laid down on her side and snaked her arm under his neck, laying his head on her shoulder.
"You know that's going to cut off your circulation."
"I don't care, I like it."
"I should hold you."
"You always hold me. I want a turn."
"Whatever you want, then."
"That's what I like to hear."
The next morning they slept in, then walked hand in hand to Luke's for brunch. It wasn't an exaggeration to say Luke was shocked to see them so lovey-dovey after he'd left Dean with steam practically coming out of his ears the day before. "Hey you two, the honeymoon's over."
"Says you!" Rory retorted. "We're going for the Guinness Book World Record of honeymoons."
"I think that's all the information I want." Luke took a pencil out from behind his ear and poised it over his order pad. "What can I get you?"
Luke took their orders and went into the kitchen. Rory decided she needed to change something and went into the kitchen after him.
"Luke?"
"Hey, no customers in the kitchen!" He tried to shoo her out.
"I just wanted to thank you for whatever you said to Dean yesterday."
"Yeah?" Luke was even more confused now.
"Yeah, you're the best! And I want another side of bacon." Rory scurried out.
"Okaaaaay," Luke took his cap off and rubbed his hair back.
After they ate, they walked to the bookstore. Dean remembered that he'd left his keys at Luke's and went back for them. Inside the diner, Dean leaned over the counter where Luke was just clearing some dishes.
"Hey Luke, I just wanted to thank you for the things you said yesterday. And apologize for the way I reacted. You're right, it was really upsetting to Rory, and that's what should be important to me. So, thanks."
"Uh, you're welcome," Luke answered, even more confused than before.
"So this party, it's Friday, right?"
"Yeah, Friday."
"And it's a suit and tie type thing?"
"Definitely suit and tie."
"Okay, thanks!" Dean fairly bounced back to the bookstore.
That night Luke related the information to Lorelai.
"So he's going?" she clarified.
"He's going," Luke answered, his bewilderment still evident.
"Huh. Well, this'll be something to liven up the party."
"It's a good thing, right?" Luke asked, unsure. "I mean, it's what Rory wants."
Lorelai was hesitant to answer, "Well . . . yeah. Of course."
"Okay. I mean, that's what I thought, I just wanted to be sure you thought so too."
Lorelai seemed to have convinced herself. "Absolutely," she nodded.
"Good," Luke nodded back at her.
Chapter 4
Author: Piratelf
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Genre: Gen, Het, Narco, JavaJunkie
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls Characters. No money will be made from this work. I'm really not worth suing, honestly.
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: Nothing special for this chapter, just enjoy!
Summary: Sometimes it all comes down to fighting or cuddling.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Rory got home a little after 6 p.m. and was surprised to find the house all dark. She flipped on the light in the living room and called for Dean. Getting no answer, she looked around a bit, checked the basement and even the garage. Finally she went upstairs and found Dean asleep in bed.
"Hey, baby," she combed his bangs back from his face with her fingers. He opened his eyes. "What's the matter?"
"Just a headache."
"Did you take anything?"
"Yeah."
"You want some juice or something?"
"I just want to sleep."
"Okay," she kissed his forehead. She left the bedroom, ate the leftover pizza, watched some TV, did the final revisions to the final revisions of her latest article, then called Lane.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. van Gerbig?"
"Mrs. Forester! How are things on the homefront? Did Luke have any success?"
"Oh, I don't know," Rory sighed. "Dean is in bed with a headache. I'm not going to bring it up tonight."
"He has a headache? Isn't that supposed to be the wife's excuse?"
"Yeah, but since I'm the one with the huge porn collection, it all works out."
"And you get to have the beer gut."
"And he'll have to have the tummy tuck."
"After he has the babies."
"Oh definitely!" Rory got a soda out of her fridge and popped it open. "So, I was thinking, what about our traditional Christmas get-together?"
"Well, it was here last year, and you have the new house, so is your place good?"
"Yeah, it's fine. So, you leave the boys with Zach, I'll get rid of Dean, and we're all set. What day is good for you?"
"Um, let me check . . ."
Rory could hear Lane paging through something, probably a calendar or datebook. "How does the 23rd look for you?"
"My schedule is wide open, so if it works for you it works for me."
"Perfect! Noon, as usual?"
"Absolutely! Tons of junk food and all my unwrapped presents will be waiting for you!"
"Me and all my new, tacky and completely secular Christmas CDs can't wait!"
"You know, you can play those at your house now."
"Yeah, but I like listening to them the first time with you. It's tradition."
"I love tradition!"
"Calm down, Tevye."
"Hey, is the band booked for New Year's Eve yet?"
"Nope, not yet, but it's weeks away."
"Well, I'm sort of in the pre-pre-pre-planning stages of throwing a huge bash!"
"And just how much pre-pre-pre-planning have you done?"
"I just thought of it on the way home from your house."
"Okay, well, how 'bout if I pencil it in, and you let me know when you get to the pre-planning stage?"
"Sounds good." Rory heard a cry in the background.
"My master's voice, gotta go."
"Night, Lane."
"Talk to you tomorrow."
Rory took the opportunity to have a long luxurious bath, with soft music and a good book. Once the water cooled, she dressed for bed and snuggled in beside Dean.
After midnight, Dean had a nightmare involving hungry wild animals circling his house, the fireplace burning out of control, and, in classic dream logic, sharks in the plumbing. He tossed restlessly on the bed, waking Rory. Thinking he was still suffering from his fictitious headache, she sat up and reached over to rub his temples, which woke him.
"Rory?"
"Yep, just me. Go back to sleep."
"Feels good."
She smiled, "shhh."
"You should go back to sleep."
"You first." Rory leaned down and kissed his nose.
Dean opened his eyes, reached up and took Rory's hands in his. "Rory, I love you."
"I love you too, Dean."
"I'm sorry, about the fight yesterday." He hated fighting with Rory, he really did. He loved her more than anything in the world. And they'd been through so much to finally get to this place, this relationship, this life. Where they both felt secure, happy and free to be themselves. Was it really worth it when holding to his position meant holding on to the argument? And there was only one way to put an end to the argument.
"Me too. But I think we should save this conversation for tomorrow. You're tired, you need to rest." She freed her hands and pulled the sheet up over him.
"But, I want to tell you, Luke told me, how important it is to you, that I go to the Christmas party. And you're important to me, Rory. Nothing is more important than you, and I want you to know that, so," he paused for a moment to take a breath, "I'll go. I'll go with you, Rory."
"Oh, Dean, let's not talk about it now." She smoothed the sheet over his chest.
"We don't have to talk about it anymore. It's decided. Okay?"
"Okay, baby. Just close your eyes now." She laid down on her side and snaked her arm under his neck, laying his head on her shoulder.
"You know that's going to cut off your circulation."
"I don't care, I like it."
"I should hold you."
"You always hold me. I want a turn."
"Whatever you want, then."
"That's what I like to hear."
The next morning they slept in, then walked hand in hand to Luke's for brunch. It wasn't an exaggeration to say Luke was shocked to see them so lovey-dovey after he'd left Dean with steam practically coming out of his ears the day before. "Hey you two, the honeymoon's over."
"Says you!" Rory retorted. "We're going for the Guinness Book World Record of honeymoons."
"I think that's all the information I want." Luke took a pencil out from behind his ear and poised it over his order pad. "What can I get you?"
Luke took their orders and went into the kitchen. Rory decided she needed to change something and went into the kitchen after him.
"Luke?"
"Hey, no customers in the kitchen!" He tried to shoo her out.
"I just wanted to thank you for whatever you said to Dean yesterday."
"Yeah?" Luke was even more confused now.
"Yeah, you're the best! And I want another side of bacon." Rory scurried out.
"Okaaaaay," Luke took his cap off and rubbed his hair back.
After they ate, they walked to the bookstore. Dean remembered that he'd left his keys at Luke's and went back for them. Inside the diner, Dean leaned over the counter where Luke was just clearing some dishes.
"Hey Luke, I just wanted to thank you for the things you said yesterday. And apologize for the way I reacted. You're right, it was really upsetting to Rory, and that's what should be important to me. So, thanks."
"Uh, you're welcome," Luke answered, even more confused than before.
"So this party, it's Friday, right?"
"Yeah, Friday."
"And it's a suit and tie type thing?"
"Definitely suit and tie."
"Okay, thanks!" Dean fairly bounced back to the bookstore.
That night Luke related the information to Lorelai.
"So he's going?" she clarified.
"He's going," Luke answered, his bewilderment still evident.
"Huh. Well, this'll be something to liven up the party."
"It's a good thing, right?" Luke asked, unsure. "I mean, it's what Rory wants."
Lorelai was hesitant to answer, "Well . . . yeah. Of course."
"Okay. I mean, that's what I thought, I just wanted to be sure you thought so too."
Lorelai seemed to have convinced herself. "Absolutely," she nodded.
"Good," Luke nodded back at her.
Chapter 4