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saraannette is generally awesome. And she wanted Rory/Jess fic for a holiday present this year. So this is it!
Title: In Fair Stars Hollow Where We Lay Our Scene
Rating: PG? Or even G?
Spoilers/Warnings: Rory: exists. Jess: exists. They liked each other. They dated. I don't think those count as spoilers any more though. ;] As for warnings, well, there's some bashing of poor ol' Romeo and Juliet. Sorry guys. Never liked that play.
Summary: Rory's reading Romeo and Juliet for school. Jess brings it up. Rory rants, Jess flirts, fluff ensues.
Notes: Otherwise known as SOOPER CORNY TITLE LIEK WHOA! But I don't care. I couldn't pass it up. This is for saraannette, as a holiday gift. The prompt was Season 3-era Rory/Jess fluff. And, well, I've never written Jess before. Or Rory. Or Gilmore Girls fic. So. I hope it's...bearable? Or even decent? Gift-y?
"Romeo and Juliet?" Jess asks, holding up the hardbound volume. Rory glances back over her shoulder, makes a face, and goes back to the fridge.
"For school," she explains, her voice slightly muffled, and emerges with two pieces of cake. It was Patty's birthday party last week. Rory's pretty sure Patty doesn't remember much from the party, and she definitely didn't notice when Rory and Lorelai absconded with half the cake. She feels a little guilty about that -- but not guilty enough to, say, not eat the cake.
"Was that a hint of displeasure?" Jess asks, his smirk firmly in place. "Are you sure we're talking about the same thing? Because I heard you say 'school.'"
Rory rolls her eyes and grabs a fork.
"Hey, do you want some of this cake or not mister?"
He grins and makes a mock bow. "I'm sorry m'lady. I was obviously mistaken. Knowing as I do that the good lady of this house adores school and all that comes with it --"
"The good lady of this house adores innkeeping and all that comes with it. I'm but a humble kitchen maid. Here's your fork Sir Smirks-A-Lot."
"I'm pretty sure Sir Smirks-A-Lot works at one of those renaissance dinner places." Jess says, grabbing the fork. "Do you usually go for waiters in tights?"
"Who told you I 'went' for anybody?" Rory asks. Jess just grins, and Rory rolls her eyes again, blushing. "So! Romeo and Juliet. I don't like it."
"Really?" Jess sits down and raises an eyebrow. "You're a teenaged girl! This is such a story of true love! And you don't like it? Sacrilege!"
Rory snorts. "Right. True love. Because when you've known someone for a day, and you haven't even talked to them, it's a good idea to follow them home and watch them while they monologue at their window? That's creepy!"
Jess is grinning.
"And, okay, they killed themselves. They were moody teenagers who just decided they were in love with each other, and that was worth dying for?"
She's punctuating her points with her forkful of fudge cake, waving it through the air and stabbing it in his direction to emphasis her italics. He won't stop smirking, and truthfully Romeo and Juliet has been a huge disappointment to her. Ever since she'd heard of it -- the greatest love story ever told, and by Shakespeare -- she'd been thrilled. And ever since she'd read it -- well.
"How old was she anyway? Thirteen! I mean, I don't care when you live, it is not a good idea to kill yourself over some pretty boy who wishes he could be your glove so he could touch your face! When he hasn't even spoken to you! If that isn't shallow attraction I don't know what is, and -- stop smiling!"
"Whoa, whoa." He says, holding up his hands, palms out. "Calm down."
There is a pause, in which she takes a furious bite of her cake.
"You know, I didn't really like it either." He says, mock-contemplatively, his grin still touching the corners of his mouth.
She stares at him for a second and then throws a glob of frosting at him.
"And you let me go on and on? I got into one of my best literary rants for you, and it didn't even matter?"
"'Course it mattered," he says calmly, wiping the frosting off of his face, "it was kinda cute."
She is stopped short, and quickly takes another, rather large, bite of cake. There is a pause as she blushes, chews, and swallows. "Oh."
"So," he says, "any redeeming value in it at all? I'm sure old Bill's rolling over in his grave after all. There must be something."
"I liked Mercutio," she says finally, "I mean, at least he had some perspective."
And he reminds me of you, she thinks, but she doesn't say it. She's pretty sure he can figure it out.
I...have no idea how I did? Please don't hate me? This is the most resounding recommendation for my own fic I've ever given?
I could go on. I promise not to. ;] Happy Holidays saraannette! I hope you liked it. :]
Title: In Fair Stars Hollow Where We Lay Our Scene
Rating: PG? Or even G?
Spoilers/Warnings: Rory: exists. Jess: exists. They liked each other. They dated. I don't think those count as spoilers any more though. ;] As for warnings, well, there's some bashing of poor ol' Romeo and Juliet. Sorry guys. Never liked that play.
Summary: Rory's reading Romeo and Juliet for school. Jess brings it up. Rory rants, Jess flirts, fluff ensues.
Notes: Otherwise known as SOOPER CORNY TITLE LIEK WHOA! But I don't care. I couldn't pass it up. This is for saraannette, as a holiday gift. The prompt was Season 3-era Rory/Jess fluff. And, well, I've never written Jess before. Or Rory. Or Gilmore Girls fic. So. I hope it's...bearable? Or even decent? Gift-y?
"Romeo and Juliet?" Jess asks, holding up the hardbound volume. Rory glances back over her shoulder, makes a face, and goes back to the fridge.
"For school," she explains, her voice slightly muffled, and emerges with two pieces of cake. It was Patty's birthday party last week. Rory's pretty sure Patty doesn't remember much from the party, and she definitely didn't notice when Rory and Lorelai absconded with half the cake. She feels a little guilty about that -- but not guilty enough to, say, not eat the cake.
"Was that a hint of displeasure?" Jess asks, his smirk firmly in place. "Are you sure we're talking about the same thing? Because I heard you say 'school.'"
Rory rolls her eyes and grabs a fork.
"Hey, do you want some of this cake or not mister?"
He grins and makes a mock bow. "I'm sorry m'lady. I was obviously mistaken. Knowing as I do that the good lady of this house adores school and all that comes with it --"
"The good lady of this house adores innkeeping and all that comes with it. I'm but a humble kitchen maid. Here's your fork Sir Smirks-A-Lot."
"I'm pretty sure Sir Smirks-A-Lot works at one of those renaissance dinner places." Jess says, grabbing the fork. "Do you usually go for waiters in tights?"
"Who told you I 'went' for anybody?" Rory asks. Jess just grins, and Rory rolls her eyes again, blushing. "So! Romeo and Juliet. I don't like it."
"Really?" Jess sits down and raises an eyebrow. "You're a teenaged girl! This is such a story of true love! And you don't like it? Sacrilege!"
Rory snorts. "Right. True love. Because when you've known someone for a day, and you haven't even talked to them, it's a good idea to follow them home and watch them while they monologue at their window? That's creepy!"
Jess is grinning.
"And, okay, they killed themselves. They were moody teenagers who just decided they were in love with each other, and that was worth dying for?"
She's punctuating her points with her forkful of fudge cake, waving it through the air and stabbing it in his direction to emphasis her italics. He won't stop smirking, and truthfully Romeo and Juliet has been a huge disappointment to her. Ever since she'd heard of it -- the greatest love story ever told, and by Shakespeare -- she'd been thrilled. And ever since she'd read it -- well.
"How old was she anyway? Thirteen! I mean, I don't care when you live, it is not a good idea to kill yourself over some pretty boy who wishes he could be your glove so he could touch your face! When he hasn't even spoken to you! If that isn't shallow attraction I don't know what is, and -- stop smiling!"
"Whoa, whoa." He says, holding up his hands, palms out. "Calm down."
There is a pause, in which she takes a furious bite of her cake.
"You know, I didn't really like it either." He says, mock-contemplatively, his grin still touching the corners of his mouth.
She stares at him for a second and then throws a glob of frosting at him.
"And you let me go on and on? I got into one of my best literary rants for you, and it didn't even matter?"
"'Course it mattered," he says calmly, wiping the frosting off of his face, "it was kinda cute."
She is stopped short, and quickly takes another, rather large, bite of cake. There is a pause as she blushes, chews, and swallows. "Oh."
"So," he says, "any redeeming value in it at all? I'm sure old Bill's rolling over in his grave after all. There must be something."
"I liked Mercutio," she says finally, "I mean, at least he had some perspective."
And he reminds me of you, she thinks, but she doesn't say it. She's pretty sure he can figure it out.
I...have no idea how I did? Please don't hate me? This is the most resounding recommendation for my own fic I've ever given?
I could go on. I promise not to. ;] Happy Holidays saraannette! I hope you liked it. :]