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GG Fic: The Ever-Growing Itch 3/4

A/N: One more chapter of preparation before the big night. Hopefully Rory's slow torture is worth the read :)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

 

CHAPTER THREE

She was almost there. The long and painful days came and went. She did her job, she talked to her mother, she smiled at people she passed on the street. She had her lingerie, she had Dean's schedule set, she had the menu ready to go. She even managed to hang out with Dean without ripping his clothes off right then and there.

The last had been pretty hard, though. Especially the day he wore his tightest pair of jeans that hugged his butt just so nice.

Ugh.

One more day.

One more day.

She'd made it this long; she could surely last one more day before she completely imploded.

Her mother was mostly sweet about it, more sympathetic than cruel, which was some help. She even dragged Rory on a series of pointless and distracting activities. Lunch at Luke's. Game night with the four of them. A poetry reading at Miss Patty's. Ice cream at Taylor's.

And Friday Night Dinner.

At least some things never changed. Her grandmother had greeted them, leading them into a parlor before serving drinks. Rory sipped hers, crossing her legs in as ladylike a fashion as she could, wishing she could have asked for something stronger to take the edge off.

Though, she had to admit. Just being in her grandparents' house had a nice, muting effect on her libido. She should have just camped out here all week.

"Where's Grandpa?" Rory asked, as cordially as she could.

"Oh, finishing up some business," her grandmother said with a shrug. "And double-checking our guest list for tomorrow night."

"What's tomorrow night?" Rory asked, ever politely. Just because she was going insane on the inside didn't mean that she couldn't put on airs with the best of them.

"Oh, just a little soiree," her grandmother said. "It's important to keep up appearances, you know. If you don't put on a show every now and then, it looks lazy. Lorelai, I can still count on you and Luke, I assume?"

"Oh, we'll be here," her mother chimed in with poorly feigned enthusiasm. "With bells on. Or, I'll wear the bells. He'll just be here."

"Lovely," her grandmother said. Then she paused, taking a drink. She raised an eyebrow at Rory. "Your mother says you'll be otherwise occupied tomorrow night."

Rory cocked her head, not quite catching the insinuation. "Otherwise occupied?"

Her grandmother's smile was mischievous; it should have been a tip off, but Rory was hopelessly clinging to the vestiges of her fledgling dignity. "Your little date of sorts with Dean."

"Just a little date," her mother said quickly. "Little. Nothing to it. Dinner, hi, bye. That's all."

Rory looked at her mother. Lorelai was backpedaling. Massively.

"Oh, Lorelai," her grandmother said. "We don't need to play so coy about all this. We're all grown women here."

Rory's mind reeled, trying to put two and two together and come up with an answer that didn't make her brain explode. "Wait. What?"

"I just happen to think it's perfectly acceptable us to be able to discuss these matters," her grandmother continued. "Young couples need to have time to take their relationship to the next level. If things are that serious between her and Dean, then I certainly think it's acceptable for them to spend time together in that way."

Rory couldn't help it. She was feeling blindsided and dumb and dumbly blindsided. They had to be talking about something else. Didn't they? "In what way?"

Her grandmother leaned in, cupping a hand over her mouth. "You know. Sex."

Horror washed over her. Rory gaped, looking in disbelief at her mother. "You told her?"

Her mother's mouth opened and closed. She shrugged with a meager pittance of apology. "I may have mentioned that you had other plans tomorrow night."

Rory couldn't believe it. "You couldn't have just said I have a date?"

"They wouldn't accept that!" her mother said defensively. "I said Rory can't come, she has a thing with Dean, and she said she should just bring Dean, and I said that wouldn't work so well and she said why not and I tried to say that Dean had contracted a rare and unusual disease that very well could be contagious and the next thing you know, she's either going to call the CDC or take you into hiding, so I cracked."

"Oh, Rory, don't worry about it," her grandmother said primly. "I am not nearly that out of touch."

Rory shifted uncomfortably, wincing. "Um, thanks?"

"I will admit, at first the idea of it did give me some pause," her grandmother said. "But I was young once, too, you know. Don't think that I overlook just how lucky those of us who are married are, able to get it whenever we want."

Her mother yelped. "Oh, God, my ears!"

Rory nearly choked on her drink. "Wow, Grandma," she said, clearing her throat and putting her drink down. "That's...good of you."

Her grandmother shrugged nonchalantly. "The Gilmore women do tend to burn quite hot."

"Okay, then," her mother said shortly, taking a long drink. She swallowed hard. "Awkward conversations you should never have with your mother for two thousand, Alex."

Her grandmother rolled her eyes. "Oh, really, Lorelai, you think you were the first one to discover all the interesting places to...do the deed in this house."

Rory's eyes widened.

Her mother coughed hard on her drink, spilling some of it.

"Well, I'll be," her grandmother said. "I never pegged you for a prude, Lorelai."

"Prude? Me?" her mother asked. "No, no prude. Just hoping to maintain my sanity by blocking the image of my parents doing it on the maid's closet."

"We always did prefer the butler's pantry."

Rory made a face.

Lorelai drained the rest of her drink with a wince and a swallow before she stood abruptly. "Wow, look at that. My drink is out. I'm going to go...find the bottle and drink it all before I come back, okay?"

Rory looked at her beseechingly, but her mother walked past her without stopped. Traitor.

Her grandmother was still sitting, unfazed, sipping her own drink. "Honestly, your mother does surprise me. I can't see why we can't have a perfectly civilized conversation about these topics."

Probably because there were some topics Rory didn't like to discuss with her grandparents, and her own sex life was just below her grandparents'. At least her mother left before the topic of her and Luke had come up because all that imagery? Everyone else getting it on in her family? Was nearly enough to kill her desire to consummate things with Dean.

"Well," Rory said with a forced smile. "It is just a bit...surprising."

Her grandmother frowned. "Surprising that a married couple still enjoy each other?"

Yes, that. Yes, yes, yes, yes, that. She managed to compose herself, though she was not sure how. "Well, and just that. I mean. You're okay with. You know. Me. And Dean."

"Oh," her grandmother said. She took a slow drink. "Well. I can't say that the idea of it didn't give me some due hesitation. I mean, my issues with the boy aside, you are my only granddaughter."

"You'll have to talk to my mother about that," Rory offered, grateful for any deflection away from her and Dean, even if it was her mother and Luke (which, no, she was still not really ready to think about that, like ever).

Her grandmother snorted. "Oh, don't think I haven't tried."

Wow, more awkward conversations. She wasn't sorry she'd missed that one.

"But I just know that you're not sixteen anymore," her grandmother said. "There are many virtues to waiting, don't get me wrong, and I still think that's the best way to go about it. But, I'm not naive, Rory. I am aware that this will not be your first time."

Yes, and how could Rory forget the sex intervention her grandparents had tried to pose way back when. Complete with the minister and all.

"You're a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman," her grandmother continued. "If you and Dean are serious, if he makes you truly happy, then I would never want to begrudge you that."

It was surprisingly sane and surprisingly accommodating. She had always basked in her grandparents' love and attention, but she'd always figured certain things were off limit. Certain truths about her life, certain longings that she had. Her grandparents' world had always seemed somewhat narrowly structured and unlike her mother, Rory had never felt the urge to shatter those restraints carelessly.

So this level of acceptance. It was unexpected.

But very good.

"So, if you need tomorrow night to, what do the kids say? Get jiggy with it? Then I won't say anything to contrary."

Yet still totally awkward. It had been weird enough to quote Will Smith herself, and hearing her grandmother attempt a similar allusion was downright unsettling. "Get jiggy with it?"

Her grandmother looked concerned. "Isn't that the right phrase?"

Perhaps in 1999. But Rory just nodded, trying to stay serious. "No, it's right."

Her grandmother beamed. "Very good!" she said. Then she leaned forward. "Let me just say, the best way to make a man go crazy? Strawberries."

"Strawberries?"

Nodding seriously, her grandmother looked around surreptitiously. "As many as you can get. To eat. A fragrance. Makes your grandfather go wild."

And if it hadn't been weird enough, that was about Rory's limit. Her grandmother's blessing on her sex life, sure, okay. Knowing that her grandmother still liked to get jiggy with it, why not? But knowing what turned her grandfather on?

No.

Just...no.

Even her grandparents were getting more than she was.

And why did she suddenly feel very, very nauseous?

"Rory, are you okay, dear?"

Rory looked up. "What? Oh. Yeah."

"Good," her grandmother replied. "Why don't I go check on dinner." She stood up, putting her glass down. "Oh, and while I may be down with all this, let's not tell your grandfather."

Rory nodded numbly, trying to figure out if this had all really just happened. Maybe she had been abducted by aliens. This could be an alternate dimension. Some sick experiment to see how normally sane people act under completely surreal situations.

She took another drink. When she found herself still in the parlor, she nodded again. "I completely agree," she said, for the complete lack of something more intelligent to say. Her Yale education had not prepared her for this.

Nothing could have prepared her for this.

The horrors. It would take all night to just get the dirty feeling out of her brain.

Her grandmother rubbed her hands together. "Wonderful, I'll be right back," she said, and as she passed, she leaned in close to Rory's ear. "And for extra fun? Bring the whip cream."

And there it was. The straw that broke the camel's back. One piece of information too much and her composure, her tact, it was all gone. Gone, gone, gone. Just like Rory's sanity and her chance at normal mental health for the rest of her life.

Needless to say, Rory had never made better time to the bathroom.

-o-

Saturday.

The culminating day of Get Rory Laid. Complete with household cleaning, atmosphere set up, and seduction cooking.

At least by calling it seduction cooking, it made the process a little more fun to get into. And at this point, she needed anything she could get, because wow, either that crock pot let off a lot of steam or she was having some epic hot flashes.

The roast was cooking, the candles were in place, and the place was immaculate. She'd dusted, and she hated dusting. She'd even gone so far as to put silk sheets on her bed, relegating all her old stuffed animals to the chair by the window. And yes, that was strawberry room spray she'd used because it really couldn't hurt at this point.

Though she really did wish she had a bigger bed. She hadn't thought about it so much the first time around, but then again, she hadn't really thought about much of anything the first time around.

It had all happened so quickly that time. It had just be her and Dean, Dean and her, and he had been standing there, wanting her, begging for her, and she hadn't wanted to refuse. It didn't matter that he was married, it didn't matter that it was wrong, he had always been hers for the taking and sometimes Rory liked to be selfish.

His hands had been so large, perfectly cupping her face. His lips had been so soft, pressing gently into her own. His breath had been so hot, steaming down her throat and moving her in a way no one had ever moved her before.

When they'd gone down to the bed, entangled in one another, the atmosphere had been the last thing on her mind.

The memory made her sweat again, and she undid the top button on her blouse, blowing out a slow breath. This time of reminiscing was not so good at the moment. As if she didn't have enough problems without thinking about how good Dean could be.

Because he had been good. For all of his passion, it has been slow and gentle, like he knew what he was doing. He had whispered in her ear, asking her what she wanted, asking if she really wanted this and all Rory could say was more, more more.

It'd been rushed, for both of them. Too fast and not fast enough. Because when it was over, they hadn't even gotten under the sheets and Dean was throwing on his pants with his wedding ring still on.

And all that ecstasy, the joy of being with him, had fallen horribly short by that look on his face, by the way he'd tucked tail and run--back to Lindsay.

But that was then.

This was now.

There was no Lindsay. There would be no unmade bed and books on the floor. She was ready. They were ready.

"Oh, wow, can you smell that?" her mother's voice came from the kitchen.

"It's called cooking," Rory called out, heading back toward her cooking extravaganza.

Her mother was poking in the over. "You even made the pie!" she exclaimed. She closed it, looking at Rory with pride. "I have a daughter who can make pie!"

"Yeah, well, I bought a pre-made crust, so don't tell Dean," she said.

"Well usually I just buy the pre-made pie, so who am I to judge?" her mother said. She lifted the lid to the crock pot. "Wow, kid. I'm impressed."

Rory offered her a smile. "Well, I am highly motivated."

Her mother replaced the lid. "Yes, there is that," she said. "But wow. Everything looks great. You think you're ready?"

"House is clean, food is cooking. I've just got to change my clothes, turn on some music, and I think we're in business."

"No, I mean, are you sure you're ready ready."

Rory cocked her head. "Did I not just delineate my checklist for you?"

Her mother sighed. "No, I know you're getting ready. But like. Emotionally. You sure you're up to this?"

This gave Rory something to consider. She'd been so driven by physical need that emotions hadn't really had much to do with it.

Her mother shrugged. "I mean, I know you know what you want, but, I don't know. It's a big thing. Even if you've done it before technically, you're both different people now. It'll be a very different thing. And I just want to make sure, I don't know. That you're prepared?"

Understanding dawned over her. "Oh, wow, this is the sex talk, isn't it?"

"What?" her mother asked. She shook her head, as if the notion were ridiculous. "No, of course not. I know you've been here and done that with more guys than Dean."

"But I never talked to you before my first time," Rory remembered. And she remembered how upset her mother had been, how she'd reminded Rory none too gently that she was the other woman. There'd been hurt and disappointment.

"Rory, this has nothing to do with that," her mother insisted.

"Well, maybe it should," Rory said. She gave a small shrug. "Maybe I should have asked you the first time."

"Of course you should have," her mother replied easily. "But not because I needed to okay or something, but just because. You're my kid. It's a big step. And I just like to know that even when you're going on your physical needs, you're not forgetting that the other stuff matters, too."

It was so her mother, and so not her mother. Yes, her mother was the type to want to know these things, the one who wanted to celebrate her victories and mourn her defeats. But the level of wisdom sometimes still shocked her. Remembering that they were both actually adults now could still take her off guard.

Adults, friends, whatever. Lorelai was still her mother and Rory was so glad. "I'm ready for it," she said. "And not just in the I'm-going-to-lose-my-mind-if-I-don't-get-some kind of way, but in the I-really-love-Dean kind of way."

Her mother was looking at her, smiling. Then she nodded. "And the fact that Dean's totally hot I'm sure has nothing to do with it."

The moment was shattered. Rory's face scrunched into a stare. "Why are you ogling my boyfriend?"

"Oh, what's the harm," her mother said. "If he's not putting out for you, then I highly doubt I'm a contender."

"Ugh, gross," she said. "First Grandma, and then you."

"Grandma hit on Dean?"

"No, but she regaled me with suggestions about how to woo a man."

It was Lorelai's turn to grimace. "Oh, God."

"I know," Rory agreed. "I will never look at strawberries the same way."

"Strawberries?"

Rory nodded knowingly. "Grandpa's favorite."

"Oh. Wow. That's. No wonder the house always reeked of the stuff whenever Dad came back from a trip."

Rory shifted uncomfortably. "Well, hey, at least all this talk of Grandma and Grandpa has made me stop sweating for the time being."

"Yes, because now you probably want to vomit like I do."

"Indeed," Rory said. "So, are you headed off?"

Her mother seemed to recover marginally. "Luke and I are off to the parents for the party. Though we may not stay very long now. The imagery is just too disturbing."

"What if they serve strawberry short cake?"

"Even if it was a strawberry daiquiri, I'm pretty sure I'd abstain."

"Good move," Rory said.

Her mother took a breath, lingering for a minute more. Then she looked at Rory, a bit more seriously. "So you're good to go?"

Rory smiled. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Spoken like a true woman," her mother said. "Well, I won't expect to hear from you. Then maybe in the morning we can share stories."

"Or maybe not," Rory said.

Her mother grinned, moving to the back door. "Maybe compare secrets?"

"Goodbye, Mom," Rory said definitively.

Her mother winked at her. "Knock 'em dead, kid," she said, opening the door.

When the door shut behind her, Rory pulled out a chair and plopped down in it. A week of prep work, months of waiting. A lifetime. All for tonight.

All for Dean.

And was she ready?

She may not have been ready that night when Dean first came to her. She may not have been ready the first time she slept with Logan. She may not have been ready for a lot of things. But this?

Oh yes. She was definitely ready for this.

As far as she was concerned, Dean wouldn't even know what hit him.

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Comments

Posted by: medusafox (medusafox)
Posted at: June 12th, 2010 09:50 am (UTC)

I think I'm even more tense and frustrated than Rory right now! LOL. I need closure on this one... and soon! Pleeeeeeze! And in the meantime I may need a cold shower just thinking about what might come next. LOL

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 13th, 2010 01:43 pm (UTC)
rory sorry

Heh. I'm sorry! You will get resolution on Tuesday. I can't say if Rory will, though :)

Thanks!

Posted by: Dani (pinkphoenix1985)
Posted at: June 12th, 2010 07:53 pm (UTC)

this is brilliant!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 13th, 2010 01:44 pm (UTC)
cute dean first time

I do love me some Dean/Rory! Thanks :)

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