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Postcards from the Edge by Macha (NC-17)
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poisonapple73 and I'll be reccing for Gilmore Girls this month.
Fandom: GILMORE GIRLS
Pairing: Lorelai/Luke
Author on LJ:thestickywicket
Author Website: http://macha.healthyinterest.net/
Why this must be read:
Set the summer after Season 3, the sense of anticipation in this story is terrific. Lorelai and Luke, are, at their best, a fantastic example of a drawn out coupling that teases and satisfies simultaneously. The ending feels all the better for the wait you endure. Postcards from the Edge captures that sensation perfectly and uses the nature of their relationship to develop both Lorelai and Luke.
"Whatever, Kirk," Luke answered, impatient. Once Kirk got sidetracked, it was difficult to coax him back to the original subject. "Are you ordering or what?"
"I'm ordering!" Lorelai interjected cheerily.
Her presence was so sudden and unexpected that Luke blurted, "You're here," before he could stop himself.
"I'm always here," Lorelai shot back with a grin. Beside her, Rory nodded her agreement.
"You're leaving for Europe today," Luke retorted, his tone flat. Lorelai looked beautiful, of course, and unruffled and nothing like the woman who'd stopped in and confused the hell out of him the night before. Immediately, he realized he would rather not have seen her today. Not if she was going to act as if nothing had happened.
"Oui," Rory said, nudging her mother. "Nous allons voyager au--"
"Café!" Lorelai interrupted, giving Luke her best pleading expression, actually batting her eyelashes in his direction. "Please, Luke, have mercy on me and give me big, fat, rude, strong American coffee!"
She looked well-rested, Luke decided, feeling the fatigue settle more heavily into his muscles. His temper flared. "Coffee and...?" he prompted, his tone brusque.
Oblivious, Lorelai turned to Rory. "What's American that we won't be able to eat for weeks and weeks?"
"Hamburgers?" Rory suggested with a shrug.
Luke grimaced. "It's 9:40 in the morning."
"So?" Lorelai asked, eyes sparkling.
"No burgers."
"Spoilsport," Lorelai told him.
As always, Luke found himself drawn into their insane world. "What about pancakes?" he suggested.
"Oooooh," Lorelai answered. "Sweet and fattening!"
"Good call," Rory agreed, with an approving nod.
The entire situation frustrated him, and he folded his arms. "Chocolate chip?" he guessed to enthusiastic agreement. He stood there for a moment, barely curbing his desire to shout at her. She was two feet away from him and acting like nothing happened and he couldn't even question her about it because Rory was there.
Lorelai's smile faltered a bit. "Something wrong?" Rory paused with her coffee mug halfway to her mouth, glancing back and forth between them. Luke could feel the eyes of more than a few of his other customers on them as well, and his common sense warred with his desire to demand she explain herself.
As always, practicality won out. "Nothing," Luke answered finally, turning away.
Postcards from the Edge
poisonapple73 and I'll be reccing for Gilmore Girls this month.Fandom: GILMORE GIRLS
Pairing: Lorelai/Luke
Author on LJ:
thestickywicketAuthor Website: http://macha.healthyinterest.net/
Why this must be read:
Set the summer after Season 3, the sense of anticipation in this story is terrific. Lorelai and Luke, are, at their best, a fantastic example of a drawn out coupling that teases and satisfies simultaneously. The ending feels all the better for the wait you endure. Postcards from the Edge captures that sensation perfectly and uses the nature of their relationship to develop both Lorelai and Luke.
"Whatever, Kirk," Luke answered, impatient. Once Kirk got sidetracked, it was difficult to coax him back to the original subject. "Are you ordering or what?"
"I'm ordering!" Lorelai interjected cheerily.
Her presence was so sudden and unexpected that Luke blurted, "You're here," before he could stop himself.
"I'm always here," Lorelai shot back with a grin. Beside her, Rory nodded her agreement.
"You're leaving for Europe today," Luke retorted, his tone flat. Lorelai looked beautiful, of course, and unruffled and nothing like the woman who'd stopped in and confused the hell out of him the night before. Immediately, he realized he would rather not have seen her today. Not if she was going to act as if nothing had happened.
"Oui," Rory said, nudging her mother. "Nous allons voyager au--"
"Café!" Lorelai interrupted, giving Luke her best pleading expression, actually batting her eyelashes in his direction. "Please, Luke, have mercy on me and give me big, fat, rude, strong American coffee!"
She looked well-rested, Luke decided, feeling the fatigue settle more heavily into his muscles. His temper flared. "Coffee and...?" he prompted, his tone brusque.
Oblivious, Lorelai turned to Rory. "What's American that we won't be able to eat for weeks and weeks?"
"Hamburgers?" Rory suggested with a shrug.
Luke grimaced. "It's 9:40 in the morning."
"So?" Lorelai asked, eyes sparkling.
"No burgers."
"Spoilsport," Lorelai told him.
As always, Luke found himself drawn into their insane world. "What about pancakes?" he suggested.
"Oooooh," Lorelai answered. "Sweet and fattening!"
"Good call," Rory agreed, with an approving nod.
The entire situation frustrated him, and he folded his arms. "Chocolate chip?" he guessed to enthusiastic agreement. He stood there for a moment, barely curbing his desire to shout at her. She was two feet away from him and acting like nothing happened and he couldn't even question her about it because Rory was there.
Lorelai's smile faltered a bit. "Something wrong?" Rory paused with her coffee mug halfway to her mouth, glancing back and forth between them. Luke could feel the eyes of more than a few of his other customers on them as well, and his common sense warred with his desire to demand she explain herself.
As always, practicality won out. "Nothing," Luke answered finally, turning away.
Postcards from the Edge
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