~* Buffy Goes to Stars Hollow *~

~* The First Smell of Snow*~

Buffy Goes to Stars Hollow







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“Eeeee…oooh,oooh…oh no, oh no…”



“Havin’ some trouble there?” Rory asked.



Lorelai looked from her daughter to the armful of junk food she was-ungracefully-trying to fit through the doorway. A bag of double chocolate chip cookies toppled over and fell to the floor with a loud smack.



“Ah crap, now they’ll be all smooshed,” Lorelai pouted.



Rory nodded solemnly. “The chips will have separated from the cookie.”





Lorelai looked up at her daughter, a thought forming in her head. “Which is why we will crumble the bits over ice cream!”



“I knew there was a reason you were my hero!” Rory smiled.



“Thank you, thank you,” Lorelai said, attempting a bow. “Now help mummy move our stash to the kitchen.”



“Ok,” Rory said, taking an armful of junk food. “So what’s all this for? It’s not movie night.”



“No,” Lorelai agreed, “ but it is a very special night and I have donuts and coffee.”



“Donuts and coffee?” Rory said as she tried to mull it over in her head and the meaning behind the special occasion gala.



“Rory!” Lorelai exclaimed in mock horror. Running over to the door she yanked it open allowing in a cold draft that sent goose bumps up Rory’s arms.



“It’s freezing in here!” Rory said, wrapping her arms around herself.



“Can’t you smell it?” Lorelai said a smile from ear to ear.



“Oh no,” Rory mumbled, burying her face in her hands.



“Yep. Snow!” Lorelai said, holding her arms out to the side as the wind blew her hair around her pretty face.



“The weather report says it’s not supposed to snow until next week,” Rory pointed out.



“Weather report, schmeather report,” Lorelai said waving her hand in dismission. “I smell it!”



“I don’t,” Rory said, “Like dogs and high pitched noises, I think only you have the skill to smell the coming snow.”



Lorelai smiled. “It’s cool to be original.”



“So when do you predict it will come?” Rory asked.



“Hmmm..Tomorrow, definitely tomorrow.” Lorelai said with conviction,” Oh, it’s a magical time with cool coats and pretty scarves and cute hats! Oh and mittens! You can’t forget the mittens!”



Rory smiled. “Mittens are a plus,” she agreed.



Lorelai closed the door softly. Even she was human and it was starting to get a little to cold for comfort. “I love the snow,” she said softly, taking a deep breath of the lingering fresh air that filled the tiny kitchen.



“Seriously?” Rory said sarcastically.



“Are we going to have donuts and coffee at midnight?” Lorelai asked. As if she had to ask.



“Absolutely,” Rory assured her, “even if we have to stand in a blizzard to do so.” Her mom’s over the top enthusiasm was starting to spread even if she’d had a crappy day today.



“You are my hero,” Lorelai said hugging her daughter around the shoulders.



“Did you say something about chocolate chip ice cream?” Rory hinted.



Lorelai had the bag of chocolate chip cookies. “Way ahead of you and I got gummies, strawberries-side note, I promised Taylor my first born for these as they are out of date….”



“I am not living at Taylor’s. He’d make me wear a uniform and work in his shop.” Rory said.



“Yeah, and a hat like a tea cozy!” Lorelai laughed, enjoying the joke. “And…and he’d make you speak in a British accent like a proper young lady.”



“Ok mom…”



“Wait, I’m not done.” Lorelai said, almost in hysterics now,” and he’d make you….” Lorelai paused. “Oh, what do you know I’m done. Hmmm…thought I was on a roll.”



“It’s a travesty,” Rory said seriously, taking a look through the bags. “Charcoal?”



“For texture.” Lorelai said with a straight face.



“What?”



“The snowman,” Lorelai said with a sigh.



“Ah, right.” Rory said, replacing the bag.



“Not that I’m not enjoying this whole straight man, funny man act, but what’s up kid? You aren’t your usual jolly self.”



Rory rubbed her temples slightly relieved that she could stop the act. “Just got a lot of homework to do. Chilton is really hard.”



“Of course it’s hard,” Lorelai said, “ it’s a breeding ground for future Harvard alum. It’s no walk in the park.”



“Yeah, but…maybe I should have stayed in high school with Lane and…”



“Dean,” Lorelai finished. She pulled out a chair and sat down.



Rory stayed silent, figuring that was the safest way to go. “Look Rory, I know you care about Dean a lot, and him with you. You have dreamed about Harvard for as long as I can remember. It’s your dream, and it will get you far in life. You can literally do anything you want. Just because you don’t see Dean everyday at school doesn’t mean he won’t be there when you graduate. It’s a little time apart. It will be worth it. Besides I didn’t raise my daughter to give that up for someone.”



“It’s not like that mom,” Rory said. “So please, no uber feminism speech.”



“It’s not. I love men! I said someone. It’s not worth it to give something up for anyone! “



Rory managed a small smile. “I know. Sorry. I just got a lot going on up here,” she said tapping her head.



“You had a bad day hun. It’s always on the bad days that we evaluate our lives. And that’s fine. Just don’t do anything rash on the bad days.”



“So if it’s what I wanted, you’d let me go to Stars Hollow High if I decided to do it on a good day?”



“Oh hun,” Lorelai said soothingly as she tucked a piece of hair behind Rory’s ear,” not if your life depended on it.”



“Gee thanks mom,” Rory said, unable to suppress a smile.



Lorelai grabbed the cookies again. “That’s what I am here for!”







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The lobby of the Inn was bustling as Lorelai quickly made her way through the crowd juggling a hot mug of coffee.



“There are snowflakes out there,” she said excitedly, “Actual flakes. Flakage if you would.”



Michel looked up from his desk, “Go a-way,” he muttered.



Lorelai ignored him. “ We should get out the sleds. People will want to go sledding. And skates, “she said ticking off the items on her fingers, “the skates should be cleaned however. I will get Paul to get the skis out of the storage room while he’s repairing room 108.”



“As great as sliding around on half frozen water may make our guests the falling in and getting hypothermia may make for some bad suggestion cards. There is not enough snow on the ground for skiing unless people want to get stranded and then survive by eating their dead partner’s buttocks,” Michel said, ticking off the items on his fingers in a sarcastic mimic of Lorelai.



Lorelai’s smile never faltered as she replied just as evenly. “You know, one good snowball fight might dislodge that pole from YOUR buttocks,” Lorelai said with a smile.



“Go away,” Michel repeated.



“You know what I love about snow?” Lorelai continued.



“Please, if you mention scarves or mittens I will ‘urt you.”



“Everything is so quiet, peaceful even. Everything is covered and everything starts fresh.” Lorelai said a hint of sadness in her voice.



“And then it gets gray and slushy. It’s bitterly cold and it is too icy,” Michel said.



“Do you like anything about winter?” Lorelai asked.



“Yes,” Michel said with conviction, making Lorelai’s eyes widen in surprise. “The end of it.”



Lorelai shook her head. “You are a sad little French man,” she said as she took her mug of coffee and headed to the cheeriness of the kitchens.



As soon as Lorelai stepped into the open doorway she was greeted by Sookie’s huge, cheerful smile that instantly made Lorelai feel recharged. She was in awe of Sookie and the way she seemed to have an endless amount of optimism…or maybe her act was just as convincing as Lorelai’s had been lately.



There was nothing fake about Sookie though. She was holding her spatula in her head as she waved it around in time to her story. She waved her hand over her head and almost hit a server boy who jumped back just in time, but spilt the content of the tray he was carrying over his head in a wild imitation of slapstick comedy. Sookie, naturally, remained immune as she continued on with her story.



Lorelai rounded the corner to see who Sookie was deep in conversation with. Sitting on the opposite stood across from Sookie sat Buffy Summers, her newest assistant. There was something about this girl that Lorelai couldn’t put a finger on. She sat there in a light smoky gray blazer and pantsuit, with a crisp white shirt underneath. Her hair was pulled up high on her head, leaving her long neck exposed with only a few tendrils that must have escaped. There was something so strong in such a petite girl. Something that Lorelai wished she had in herself. Buffy’s lip curved up in a smile and Lorelai found herself smiling too. What was happening? She was officially going crazy. For a split second she thought herself yearning…nope, must stop crazy thoughts, she thought to herself. It’s probably the lack of sleep.



“Hey Lorelai,” Sookie exclaimed, nearly knocking over the same server boy that had just stood up from picking the contents off the floor. He covered his head and ducked.



Lorelai snapped out of her trance and took a hesitant step into the kitchen. Buffy looked up and her and smiled. “Sorry, I just….” She said, getting to her feet.



Sookie smiled guiltily. “It’s my fault,” she explained. “ I sorta caught on fire and Buffy ran in here and put me out. And then you know me, ramble, ramble, ramble.” She finished giggling.

“Not a problem. You ok Sookie?” Lorelai asked, concerned about her overly clumsy friend.



“A little singed but still cookin’. Get it..cookin’” She laughed.



Lorelai was staring at Buffy again. Buffy stared back a moment before looking down at the floor. Sookie frowned. “It’s my fault Lorelai, you aren’t mad are you?”



Lorelai realized then that she was staring. “What? No, of course not, “She said smiling, “Sorry, I keep going somewhere else. Haven’t had a decent nights sleep for a couple of days.” More like two weeks, she thought.



“I could take care of things if you wanted to go lay down in one of the rooms,” Buffy volunteered, retrieving her notebook from the counter. “I was just about to call Sam and tell him about the Baxter’s anniversary dinner. So there’s nothing more to do.”



“Yeah, maybe I might,” Lorelai said, feeling suddenly very tired.



Sookie was concerned. Lorelai didn’t look so good. Her normally bright eyes were showing signs of some dark circles, which when she looked closely, was a bad attempt at covering them up. “Yeah, you should lay down hun. I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours with some hot chocolate and marshmallows.” She added trying to remind Lorelai of the winter drink that Lorelai loved to drink as soon as the first snow hit.



“Thanks Sook,” she turned to Buffy, “If you have everything under control I’ll take a nap in one of the empty rooms.”



“Not a prob boss,” Buffy said, squeezing Lorelai’s arm. “Relax.”



Lorelai felt the touch of Buffy’s hand on her arm like an electric current. “Right.”



She said her goodbyes and turned and made a hasty retreat to the nearest vacant room. She felt like she was going insane. She was thinking thoughts that at any other time would make her seriously doubt her insanity. She could run through the thoughts a million and one times it still wouldn’t make sense. She was out of excuses and too tired to care. But seeing Buffy Summers had just done funny things to her insides.





Lorelai found a vacant room at the end of the hall. She closed the door behind her and locked it. Slipping out of her cardigan she tossed it over the couch and kicked off her heels. She walked over to the large window that faced the pond and snow covered gardens. Everything was so pristine, so clean. Placing her palm against the window she felt the cool glass beneath her palm. She leaned her head against it, letting the coolness relieve the beginnings of a headache.



Finally, when sleep threatened to overcome her she pulled down the curtain and removed the rest of her clothing until she wore only her white silk slip. Lorelai crawled under the comforter and laid her head against the pillow.



For the first time in two weeks she felt the fog of sleep start to drift over her and she welcomed it. And for the first time in two weeks she dreamt.





Her body felt like it drifted off the bed. Every nerve in her body was screaming out in pleasure as wave after wave of climax began to wash over her. No other moment had ever felt this good. Her nipples strained against the soft silk of her slip as a hand moved between her thighs. Lorelai bit her lip to stop from crying out. She writhed on the sheets, balling them between her fists and she arched herself closer to the hand. The hand worked its way past her lace thong and slid into her, rubbing the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of her mound. It rubbed softly at first, and she thought she might be imagining it and then the motion quickened and hardened as if it couldn’t restrain itself anymore. A guttural moan escaped Lorelai’s mouth and she moved her head from side to side as the tension began to mount to an unbearable pressure. And then her orgasm hit sending a shock wave of ripples through her entire body, causing her to shake all over.



A body lifted from below her and lay across her, pressing her down into the bed. Lorelai’s eyes were closed as she coasted through the aftershocks of an incredibly orgasm. Lips pressed against hers. “Open your eyes,” the voice said.



Lorelai tensed as she heard the voice and her eyes shot open. “Buffy?” she gasped.







“Oh my god,” Lorelai gasped as she shot upright in bed. She clamped her hand over her heart that felt like it was going to burst from her chest. Her body was damp with sweat and her slip stuck to her like a second skin. Her breaths were coming out in long haggard breaths and her mind spun.



Burying her head in her hands she made herself calm down. The clock on the bedside told her that three hours had passed. She lay back down against the pillows. What is happening to me? She thought wildly. But it was a dream. I can’t control what I dream about. No one can. I mean who hasn’t dreamt about Angelina Jolie. But this was Buffy. Someone she knew. It must have been the thoughts from before that brought this on, she thought calming herself down.



And then she felt something. Sliding her hand down her body, her fingers sought out her clit that felt super sensitized that she jumped. She reached further down and felt the wetness of spent juices on her inner thigh. She’d had an orgasm in her sleep. Her body was still tingling, which felt like a huge difference from the way she’d felt like a zombie the last couple of weeks.



Lorelai parted her legs and slid her hand under the waist of her thong. Even as she did it she couldn’t believe she was doing it in here. Yet, somehow she didn’t care anymore. Using her index finger she started to rub her clit in a circle around and around. She moaned as she rubbed her breasts with her other hand. Her nipples were straining against her slip as she writhed under the growing pressure of her fingers. With her first and second finger she slipped them deep inside her, which was already slick with juice and felt the silk walls of her pussy close tightly around her.



And suddenly Buffy’s face came into her mind again. And she didn’t feel bad about it. It wasn’t as if she were doing it in life, she was thinking it and no one had to know what she thought about it when she relieved herself. She arched her back into her fingers as she closed her eyes and clung onto the last images she had had of Buffy’s face as it hovered over hers only moments ago. She imagined touching her like she was touching herself now. She imagined Buffy moaning as she brought her to the beginnings of the orgasm that she was about to have. Clutching onto her slip she writhed and arched her back as the waves of orgasm hit her like brick wall. She bit her lip so that she didn’t cry out as she felt the warm juice drip down her fingers onto the sheets beneath her.



Smiling to herself, she turned onto her side and for the second time that day fell into a deep sleep taking with her the memories of the dream with her.







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“Dean my mom might be home at any minute,” Rory sighed against the curve of Dean’s neck.



Dean nibbled her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Rory loved it when he did this, allowing her to forget that she might not be allowed to do this.



“Sookie called earlier. Your mom is having a nap at the Inn,” he whispered.



“Really?” Rory frowned. “That’s weird. Maybe she’s sick.”



“No. Just sleepy,” dean said trying to keep the impatience out of his voice. “We’re going to be alone for a couple of hours Rory. Come on…”



Dean kissed her lips softly trying to erase the thoughts of her mother from her mind. Her lips parted slightly under his touch and he slipped his tongue inside swirling it around hers in a dance. He moved his hand slowly up her leg and under her sweater. So far they’d only gone to some light petting before she stopped him and he had to go home and jack off to find some relief.



Rory moaned as his warm calloused hand cupped her breast. Her head fell back and he kissed her exposed neck as he kneaded her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Ever so subtly he leant against her so that she fell back against the couch. He lay on the side of her, continuing to kiss her.



“Why don’t you ever lay on top of me?” Rory asked. “You always move to either side.”



Dean smiled slightly flushed. “Why do you want me to lay on you?” he asked.



Rory smiled turning red of embarrassment. “ I..I don’t know. I just wondered.”



Dean looked down at her swollen lips and large eyes. She looked perfect like this, her hair slightly mussed from the making out. “Because I’m….I’m turned on. And if I lay on you then…you might feel…”



Rory’s eyes widened as she got the meaning of what he was trying to say. “Oh,” she said softly. Then she looked up at him. “I don’t mind.”



Dean smiled and without speaking he lifted himself and lay on top of her watching her eyes widen as the hard length of him pressed between her legs. Rory lifted her head and kissed him, feeling more turned on then she ever had before. The kissing changed and grew more desperate and rough, as Dean grabbed at her breasts rubbing them hard losing the finesse he tried to show with her.



Rory wrapped her legs around him, bringing the rock hard bulge in his jeans directly between her legs.



“Do you want to…?” Dean asked between kisses.



“Not yet, but I like this,” Rory gasped as Dean pushed himself against her. He held her face in his hands as he began the art of dry humping. Thrusting against her jean on jean miming the motion he so desperately wanted to do with her. Rory wrapped herself around him and held on for the ride, moaning into his shoulder as a foreign pressure began to build in her lower stomach.



Their tongues did a desperate battle as Dean began to thrust up against her harder and harder. Rory arched her back as she felt the pressure build and take over her body. They came at the same time Rory moaning and Dean gasping her name before collapsing on top of her.



“Oh my god,” Rory gasped. She started to laugh awkwardly. “That was new.”



Dean laughed as his breath returning to normal. “Yeah. It was good though.”



Rory kissed him, before Dean moved off her and pulled her into his arms. “I love you Rory,” he said, kissing her forehead.



Rory smiled against his chest. “I love you too.”







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Lorelai awoke to the sound of knocking on the door. She sat up, wrapping herself in a bathrobe as she walked towards the door. “Yes?” she called through the door.



“I brought you your hot chocolate,” came Sookie’s voice.



“Oh. Right.” Lorelai said as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. She took the cup and sniffed the comforting smell of hot chocolate.



“You look a lot better,” Sookie said clearly relieved.



Lorelai smiled. “Great sleep,” she said her face starting to redden at the memory of why.



Sookie smiled back. “Good. Anything you want?”



“No. I am just going to get in the shower and then I’ll bring the sheets down to be cleaned and we’ll have Paul come and clean the room.”



“You really need to go to all that. You only slept here a couple of hours.” Sookie said.



Lorelai looked down to a hide a guilty smile. “Inn’s policy. I will be down in a bit.”



“Ok,” Sookie said turning away. She had a second thought and turned back to Lorelai. “About Buffy?”



Lorelai had to stop herself from dropping the mug. Did she know? “What about her?”



“It’s the end of her week trial and she was wondering if you were going to take her on full time.”



Lorelai smiled. “She’s definitely hired.”





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