Dirtiest Dream to Date, GG, AU, Taken In Verse, PG
Title: Dirtiest Dream to Date, side story to Home Sick, Ch 3, Taken In 'verse
Author: Piratelf
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Genre: Gen AU
Disclaimer: I have no claim upon Gilmore Girls or any GG characters. But I know a whole lot about adolescent girls' sex fantasies! ; )
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: This is for tibby_thumper who asked about the dream Rory had been awakened from in Home Sick, Chapter 3.She’d been awakened from a sound sleep, during which she was doing more than just trailing her hand down Dean’s naked chest, thank you very much, to be told that her boyfriend, love of her life and star of her dirtiest dream to date,
Also, we didn't get to see much of Dean's body, but I based my description on what I could see of Jared in his Hollywood Knights Basketball uniform.
Summary: So how dirty would virginal young Rory's dirtiest dream to date be?
Rory was lying on her stomach, reading a book, when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She knew it was Dean at her window. She decided to pretend she didn’t know he was there and wait for him to tap. But she never heard the tap. Instead, she felt warm hands on her bare feet, then the mattress bent under his weight. She turned her head and saw him leaning against the headboard.
“Good book?”
She couldn’t even remember what she’d been reading. She tried to turn the book over in her hands, but it slipped from her grasp and landed in the shadow of the bed, so she couldn’t read the cover. She turned back to Dean. “I don’t know.”
He leaned forward with a fond smile. “It’s okay, Rory,” he stroked her hair and kissed it, then moved it aside and kissed her neck. She could feel his breath behind her ear. He stretched out beside her, his long, lean body barely fitting on her bed. He was lying on his side, facing her, and she thought she felt something against her hip. A boy-type something. That only boys have. The idea shocked and thrilled her. She was afraid to look down and make sure though, in case Dean hadn’t noticed, because he might realize and move away.
Suddenly his mouth was at hers, insistent and needy, his tongue wrapping around her tongue, their lips crushed together, sharing breath. His hands were at her waist, turning her toward him. She put her arms around his neck, and he ran his thumbs over the exposed skin where her uniform shirt had escaped her skirt. He pulled back from the kiss at the same time she did, and she could hear his panting in time with hers. She pulled him closer and buried her face in his neck. He smelled so good. He didn’t use cologne so it was a clean smell of soap and shampoo, and a tiny hint of the caramel rich scent of Dean.
She pushed his shirt up and ran her hands over the smooth, soft skin of his back. He made a sexy moaning noise that told her he liked it. She felt an electric zing between her legs which left her flushed. He moved his hands up her sides, hooking the hem of her shirt with his thumbs and pulling it completely free of her skirt. That gave her the confidence to reach down and pull his shirt up over his head and off. He grinned at her and she ran her fingertips over his dimples. He leaned in and rubbed her nose with his. That made her giggle. She put her hands up on his shoulders and squeezed the firm muscles there. Then she looked down at the broad expanse of his chest. “Beautiful,” she breathed.
She drew one finger from the hollow of his throat, over his breast bone and down his stomach to his belly button. Then she boldly traced the same trail with her tongue.
“Rory, yes,” Dean hissed. There was red hot desire in his eyes. Desire for her, only her.
She put both hands flat on his chest and felt his nipples under her palms. She hadn’t noticed, but he must have unbuttoned and removed her shirt, because she felt him release her bra and her breasts swung naked and free. She was sitting on top of him now, they were crotch to crotch and she could definitely feel him under her. She felt his hands on her thighs under her skirt, and she leaned forward to press her breasts against his chest. The zing she felt before became more of a rising buzz.
“Rory, god, you’re amazing.” Dean cupped her bottom in his huge hands, under her skirt, only her panties between them. “So, sexy.”
She felt just one finger slip beneath the elastic leg opening of her panties -
“Rory! Rory! Get up, babe, get dressed, we have to go to the hospital.”
“Wha?” Rory blinked at the sudden light. Her mother was shaking her shoulder.
“Come on, Luke is taking Dean to the hospital. He might have appendicitis, I told him we’d meet him there. Get dressed, okay?”
“Dean has appendicitis?” Rory jumped out of bed and hurried to her closet.
“Probably. Just hurry.” Lorelai went back upstairs to dress herself.
“Oh, God!” Rory grabbed the first pair of jeans she saw and some kind of T-shirt, grabbed a bra and put it in one pocket, a pair of socks in the other and pulled on some sneakers. She ran out to the front door and opened it. “MOM! LET’S GO!”
“Okay, okay, jeez, zombie to Speedy Gonzalez in two seconds!” Lorelai hopped down the stairs, while trying to put her shoes on. She grabbed her keys and they were out the door.
Home Sick
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Taken In 'verse
Author: Piratelf
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Genre: Gen AU
Disclaimer: I have no claim upon Gilmore Girls or any GG characters. But I know a whole lot about adolescent girls' sex fantasies! ; )
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: This is for tibby_thumper who asked about the dream Rory had been awakened from in Home Sick, Chapter 3.She’d been awakened from a sound sleep, during which she was doing more than just trailing her hand down Dean’s naked chest, thank you very much, to be told that her boyfriend, love of her life and star of her dirtiest dream to date,
Also, we didn't get to see much of Dean's body, but I based my description on what I could see of Jared in his Hollywood Knights Basketball uniform.
Summary: So how dirty would virginal young Rory's dirtiest dream to date be?
Rory was lying on her stomach, reading a book, when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She knew it was Dean at her window. She decided to pretend she didn’t know he was there and wait for him to tap. But she never heard the tap. Instead, she felt warm hands on her bare feet, then the mattress bent under his weight. She turned her head and saw him leaning against the headboard.
“Good book?”
She couldn’t even remember what she’d been reading. She tried to turn the book over in her hands, but it slipped from her grasp and landed in the shadow of the bed, so she couldn’t read the cover. She turned back to Dean. “I don’t know.”
He leaned forward with a fond smile. “It’s okay, Rory,” he stroked her hair and kissed it, then moved it aside and kissed her neck. She could feel his breath behind her ear. He stretched out beside her, his long, lean body barely fitting on her bed. He was lying on his side, facing her, and she thought she felt something against her hip. A boy-type something. That only boys have. The idea shocked and thrilled her. She was afraid to look down and make sure though, in case Dean hadn’t noticed, because he might realize and move away.
Suddenly his mouth was at hers, insistent and needy, his tongue wrapping around her tongue, their lips crushed together, sharing breath. His hands were at her waist, turning her toward him. She put her arms around his neck, and he ran his thumbs over the exposed skin where her uniform shirt had escaped her skirt. He pulled back from the kiss at the same time she did, and she could hear his panting in time with hers. She pulled him closer and buried her face in his neck. He smelled so good. He didn’t use cologne so it was a clean smell of soap and shampoo, and a tiny hint of the caramel rich scent of Dean.
She pushed his shirt up and ran her hands over the smooth, soft skin of his back. He made a sexy moaning noise that told her he liked it. She felt an electric zing between her legs which left her flushed. He moved his hands up her sides, hooking the hem of her shirt with his thumbs and pulling it completely free of her skirt. That gave her the confidence to reach down and pull his shirt up over his head and off. He grinned at her and she ran her fingertips over his dimples. He leaned in and rubbed her nose with his. That made her giggle. She put her hands up on his shoulders and squeezed the firm muscles there. Then she looked down at the broad expanse of his chest. “Beautiful,” she breathed.
She drew one finger from the hollow of his throat, over his breast bone and down his stomach to his belly button. Then she boldly traced the same trail with her tongue.
“Rory, yes,” Dean hissed. There was red hot desire in his eyes. Desire for her, only her.
She put both hands flat on his chest and felt his nipples under her palms. She hadn’t noticed, but he must have unbuttoned and removed her shirt, because she felt him release her bra and her breasts swung naked and free. She was sitting on top of him now, they were crotch to crotch and she could definitely feel him under her. She felt his hands on her thighs under her skirt, and she leaned forward to press her breasts against his chest. The zing she felt before became more of a rising buzz.
“Rory, god, you’re amazing.” Dean cupped her bottom in his huge hands, under her skirt, only her panties between them. “So, sexy.”
She felt just one finger slip beneath the elastic leg opening of her panties -
“Rory! Rory! Get up, babe, get dressed, we have to go to the hospital.”
“Wha?” Rory blinked at the sudden light. Her mother was shaking her shoulder.
“Come on, Luke is taking Dean to the hospital. He might have appendicitis, I told him we’d meet him there. Get dressed, okay?”
“Dean has appendicitis?” Rory jumped out of bed and hurried to her closet.
“Probably. Just hurry.” Lorelai went back upstairs to dress herself.
“Oh, God!” Rory grabbed the first pair of jeans she saw and some kind of T-shirt, grabbed a bra and put it in one pocket, a pair of socks in the other and pulled on some sneakers. She ran out to the front door and opened it. “MOM! LET’S GO!”
“Okay, okay, jeez, zombie to Speedy Gonzalez in two seconds!” Lorelai hopped down the stairs, while trying to put her shoes on. She grabbed her keys and they were out the door.
Home Sick
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Taken In 'verse