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intheheartTitle: Plans
Rating: PG-13, for cussing.
Summary: Lorelai has a plan.
Date: Spring 2004
Notes: Um. Yeah. So. Aaron refers to the events of this in Very Simple and Worth It.
WARNING: implied dubious consent, sexual privilege.
Lorelai is so sick of this bullshit.
She likes Aaron. She really does. He's cute and sweet and he flatters her so outrageously sometimes she doesn't know if she's embarrassed or thrilled. And she loves perching on his lap, his arm around her waist, smirking at the groupies who come up to talk.
But he won't fuck her.
That's what she doesn't get. She's hot, isn't she? Good tits, good ass, good body in general. She takes care of herself, dresses well, uses good makeup. So why the hell won't he fuck her?
She taps her phone against her lips.
--
He texts back in a matter of minutes.
sure, I'll come over. Movie?
Lorelai smirks, since that's the euphanism a previous boyfriend used, and texts back, I get to pick, okay? There's a couple pornos she knows that'll get anyone going.
Her phone beeps. No porn.
Damn. Well, maybe a rom-com would be a better idea anyway. He'd like that.
Have a little faith, she writes. Nine o'clock?
There's a long pause, during which she wonders if he's caught on. Aaron has an uncanny ability to tell when she's luring him in...
Nine, he texts back finally, and she smiles.
--
She has a teddy she's been saving, all red silk and misty chiffon. It makes her skin glow and her hair look like pure ink. Aaron likes her in red, she knows. He'll love this.
Maybe she should feel guilty. He's said he doesn't like sex, but he's a virgin, so how does he know that? She adjusts the strap on her shoulder and smiles. Honestly, she's doing him a favor.
He's just scared. That's all. Once he knows how great sex is, he'll never look back.
She pulls a wrap dress on over the teddy, and waits for Aaron.
Rating: PG-13, for cussing.
Summary: Lorelai has a plan.
Date: Spring 2004
Notes: Um. Yeah. So. Aaron refers to the events of this in Very Simple and Worth It.
WARNING: implied dubious consent, sexual privilege.
Lorelai is so sick of this bullshit.
She likes Aaron. She really does. He's cute and sweet and he flatters her so outrageously sometimes she doesn't know if she's embarrassed or thrilled. And she loves perching on his lap, his arm around her waist, smirking at the groupies who come up to talk.
But he won't fuck her.
That's what she doesn't get. She's hot, isn't she? Good tits, good ass, good body in general. She takes care of herself, dresses well, uses good makeup. So why the hell won't he fuck her?
She taps her phone against her lips.
--
He texts back in a matter of minutes.
sure, I'll come over. Movie?
Lorelai smirks, since that's the euphanism a previous boyfriend used, and texts back, I get to pick, okay? There's a couple pornos she knows that'll get anyone going.
Her phone beeps. No porn.
Damn. Well, maybe a rom-com would be a better idea anyway. He'd like that.
Have a little faith, she writes. Nine o'clock?
There's a long pause, during which she wonders if he's caught on. Aaron has an uncanny ability to tell when she's luring him in...
Nine, he texts back finally, and she smiles.
--
She has a teddy she's been saving, all red silk and misty chiffon. It makes her skin glow and her hair look like pure ink. Aaron likes her in red, she knows. He'll love this.
Maybe she should feel guilty. He's said he doesn't like sex, but he's a virgin, so how does he know that? She adjusts the strap on her shoulder and smiles. Honestly, she's doing him a favor.
He's just scared. That's all. Once he knows how great sex is, he'll never look back.
She pulls a wrap dress on over the teddy, and waits for Aaron.
