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Rory's Eighteen Birthday Wishes	By : MTLandLL Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 29317 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Wish 7
"I wish you would tell about your lesbian experiences," asked Rory.
They had eaten, had a coffee (or rather two, much to the waiter’s shock - not being used to such caffeine hounds he was taken by surprise by the demands for refills) and were in the car heading back before Rory had raised her seventh wish.
The question didn’t quite come out of the blue, but it still wasn’t what Lorelai was expecting as the next question. Though, if she admitted the truth to herself, none of the wishes had been what she’d been expecting. Whilst she was close to Rory she was starting to wonder if this had been a good idea, the wishes were getting exceptionally personal. There was no getting out of it now - a promise was promise. Even so Lorelai glanced out the window, watching the lights of passing cars zip by, pausing before answering, "Why? Would it mean anything?"
"It might help me with my own curiosity," replied Rory shyly, "I’ve seen a naked woman. I mean in the showers at school… oh and you… it’s not like I’m stalking you or anyone. I’m gabbling… What I mean is that’s all I’ve seen I don’t know what it’s like. I want to know how you found it."
Again Lorelai paused, letting her mind wander back to her lesbian relationships and thinking what they were like. She smiled as she remembered, they might have all ended in grief or bitterness or boredom, but at the time they had been fun. Indeed they had almost all the enjoyment of heterosexual sex, but without the pregnancy risks. The Milf turned to face her daughter, the teen’s face clouded in the darkness of the car, "Okay a wish is a wish."
"Thanks Mom," Rory sounded more relaxed.
"My first was called Shelly. We were fourteen and at school. It wasn’t heavy, we made out a few times in her bedroom. And on one occasion I put my hand inside her shirt, but she pushed it out before I could get anywhere," Lorelai smiled at the memory.
Rory giggled, "You slut… So what happened?"
"Her Dad got a new posting in Frankfurt and off she went. She promised to write…she never did. I was heartbroken for at least a month. So that’s number one.
"Number two was called Monica. This was a bit more serious. She was nineteen and pregnant, same time I was pregnant with you. We did some ante-natal together and we hit-off, I think we were both rebels. So anyway one night I had a big fallout with your Grandma and went to stay the night with Monica. Her boyfriend was doing nightshift and they’d been fighting as well, he said he wasn’t ready. Well one thing led to another and we ended in her bed naked, making out and… well, with our fingers in each other’s holes. Next morning she wakes up and flips, screaming, shouting, really not happy. She was so bad I was glad to see Mom…"
"That bad," grinned Rory, "I guess you didn’t do it again."
"No. But number three… You would have been about two when I met Suzie. She was a free-spirit, this bohemian artist. You know that painting in the toilet…"
"The dying sunflower?"
"… she painted it. She was renting over the Summer, doing some painting before she went back to University to do a PhD. We hit it off. I really did think we were in love that Summer. We made love under the stars, or in her flat, or in friend’s house. We were like bunnies… But she didn’t want to be a step-Mom. Eventually I had to tell her it was non-negotiable - you came over the sex, no matter how good."
"Oh," said Rory, a little put out.
Lorelai smiled and stroked her daughter’s hair. She was surprised that Rory flinched, but decided it was because of the thought of her Mom having sex or because of what Lorelai had just said on the choices she’d made. She decided she needed to expand, "I’m glad. It’s not something I regret. I can’t imagine a relationship without you in it… It was her loss, she could have had the most gorgeous step-daughter in the world."
"Were there others?"
"One more. You might remember her. Auntie Carol? She was... well, I think my lover is a nice way to put it. We were never really dating so I didn't really mind when she got serious with some guy and moved away," Lorelai paused. It was perfect timing as the town sign for Star’s Hollow came into view, "Looks like we’re nearly home. So does wish eight wait until we’re there or not?"
There was a few seconds as Rory wondered if there's anything else she should ask before she used her next wish, but her mind was a blank so she smiled and simply replied, "Let's wait."
"Okay sweetie, whatever you say." Lorelai smiled.
For the brief remaining moments of their limo ride the Gilmore girls slid into something highly unusual to for them, an awkward silence.
Lorelai couldn't help wondering where her daughter was going with all this. After all, so far all of her wishes were nothing Lorelai wouldn't have granted under normal circumstances. Okay, so the expensive meal might have been a stretch, but it wasn't like Rory asked for them all the time so Lorelai would have probably said yes on any other given day, and for a birthday it seemed like such a small thing.
Why wasn't her daughter asking for expensive gifts? Sure, she had been careful not to spoil her daughter but Rory had the right to be at least a little greedy and selfish on her own birthday didn't she? What was Rory getting out of all this? Was she really going to have to beg her daughter to make better use of her wishes?
And what was going on here? Something just seemed... strange. Like she was almost expecting something bad to happen, but that was just absurd.
While Lorelai's mind was curiously wondering what was going on Rory's mind was going a mile a millisecond, desperately analysing this night and the past few weeks, desperately deciding whether she should go through with what she planned or not.
There was still time to back out but she was rapidly approaching the point of no return and in a few wishes time her relationship with her mother would never, ever be the same again.
To risk something so precious to her seemed like madness in its purest form, but Rory had promised herself no more putting this off, no more neglecting to say how she really felt, no more not going after what she really wanted.
Rory kept reminding herself of this, over and over again as the limousine arrived at it's destination and she slowly got out of it to make her way back into her home. Her Mom was by her side as usual, but for once her cheerful words didn't even register in Rory's mind. She didn't even wake up from her haze until she realised she was standing in the middle of her home with her mother staring at her.
"Seriously Rory, are you okay?" Lorelai asked, the deepest concern in her voice and on her face.
Rory blinked, and then smiled, "I'm fine."
"Really," Lorelai said in relief, before a smile crossed her face, "Did the wine really get to you that much? Because if it did maybe Grandpa was right, we need to start getting you used to drinking more. God forbid your school mates at Harvard or Yale think you're some kind of light-weight. Hey, maybe we should really prepare you for the future by having you drink more regularly. I can see it now, my little girl chugging a six-pack everyday on her way to school."
"Mom." Rory whined as her mother teased her.
"Oh, you want to get started right now? It's not as fancy, but I'm sure I have wine lying around here somewhere." Lorelai continued.
"Mom." Rory said again.
"Or maybe a beer." Lorelai grinned.
"MOM!" Rory yelled in a tone that Lorelai had never heard before and shocked her into silence, and Rory immediately regretted it is she added, "Please sit down, we're not done talking."
Lorelai blinked, briefly considered scalding Rory for her tone but let it slide as simple frustration and sat down. Rory joined her and just seemed to stare at her for a few moments, prompting Lorelai to begin, "Rory..."
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