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[23-Sep-2022][Gilmore Girls] Moves
Title: Moves
Date/Prompt: "Stop calling me cringe, damn it!"/09-23-22
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Character: Luke Danes/Lorelai Gilmore
Ratings/Warning: 300wc.
"Oh man—that was—that was bad." Jess smirked, elbows resting on the counter.
He leaned his uncle's way, a wide, mischievous grin flitting across his face. Luke didn't know where he got such a way with words, really, because it wasn't Liz, and it wasn't his deadbeat of a dad either; it was entirely the kid-cool himself. Jess rolled his neck, watching Lorelai's figure fade into the distance, long legs carrying great strides.
"Shut up." Luke muttered, glancing up from his place polishing glasses, but he was staring at the same thing.
He liked to watch her as she walked away. Her walk was expressive, showing the brightest days and her darkest hours; on festival days, Lorelai bounced with a pip, long hair bouncing over her shoulder, and on certain Fridays, her back hunched as if she'd been beaten with a pole into servitude. But it wasn't abnormal of him to notice, really, everyone could notice.
"She caught you staring, Uncle Luke." Jess hummed. "Whatcha gonna do?"
Luke grunted.
"Really, I think she's throwing extra hip just for you." Jess clearly took pleasure in other people's misery.
"Really now," Luke replied, trying to erase the memory of Lorelai twirling back to the counter, her eyes meeting his, and his eyes on the small of her waist and his hand hovering just to touch her shoulder. Her eyes were so bright and blue, and she'd looked almost pleased, a little shocked, but pleased. She could hide some things, if she wanted; it was hard to tell sometimes. It was embarrassing, but intimate.
Luke could take action, and by the pep in her step, maybe Lorelai wanted that. Quietly, he deliberated, shutting out the noise of the diner, the chatter of Star's Hollow, and focusing on the actions of one Lorelai Gilmore.
"Really."
Date/Prompt: "Stop calling me cringe, damn it!"/09-23-22
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Character: Luke Danes/Lorelai Gilmore
Ratings/Warning: 300wc.
"Oh man—that was—that was bad." Jess smirked, elbows resting on the counter.
He leaned his uncle's way, a wide, mischievous grin flitting across his face. Luke didn't know where he got such a way with words, really, because it wasn't Liz, and it wasn't his deadbeat of a dad either; it was entirely the kid-cool himself. Jess rolled his neck, watching Lorelai's figure fade into the distance, long legs carrying great strides.
"Shut up." Luke muttered, glancing up from his place polishing glasses, but he was staring at the same thing.
He liked to watch her as she walked away. Her walk was expressive, showing the brightest days and her darkest hours; on festival days, Lorelai bounced with a pip, long hair bouncing over her shoulder, and on certain Fridays, her back hunched as if she'd been beaten with a pole into servitude. But it wasn't abnormal of him to notice, really, everyone could notice.
"She caught you staring, Uncle Luke." Jess hummed. "Whatcha gonna do?"
Luke grunted.
"Really, I think she's throwing extra hip just for you." Jess clearly took pleasure in other people's misery.
"Really now," Luke replied, trying to erase the memory of Lorelai twirling back to the counter, her eyes meeting his, and his eyes on the small of her waist and his hand hovering just to touch her shoulder. Her eyes were so bright and blue, and she'd looked almost pleased, a little shocked, but pleased. She could hide some things, if she wanted; it was hard to tell sometimes. It was embarrassing, but intimate.
Luke could take action, and by the pep in her step, maybe Lorelai wanted that. Quietly, he deliberated, shutting out the noise of the diner, the chatter of Star's Hollow, and focusing on the actions of one Lorelai Gilmore.
"Really."
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Luke would be indecisive though. This is so true to their relationship until it wasn't.
Great job!