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[wizened_cynic]

metalphonenix and I couldn't resolve the matter on our own, so I'm taking it to livejournal. Basically, WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE AT HOME?

[Poll #1408157]

You can't choose Completely Naked Lorelai or I Don't Care As Long As She Keeps Her Mouth Shut Lorelai. Those are not options. She can either be pantsless or shirtless. Nothing else.

I'm still making my way through the first 6 seasons of GG and dear god, it has the most annoying music IN THE WORLD. The strummy la-la background music and the themesong that NEVER STOPS PLAYING IN YOUR HEAD. Jesus fuck.

Blah, because I'm bored and there's nothing on TV, let's play that game where you pick one of my fics and give me a timestamp before or after (say, 6 weeks before, or 5 minutes after, whatevs), and I will try to write something. Tags list to your left, and I will do Arrested Quantico or any of my weirdass AUs (SPN, Oregon Trail, Ocean's 11, etc.), but not JOA or Alex squared. Sorry, onlyjustwhisper.

Come on, people. Poe implores you to entertain me!

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Shit, I got confused and thought you wanted the one where ALEX was a dude, so I wrote this instead. Too bad, you're stuck with it. Sorry.

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Afterwards, Alex wanted to go to sleep.

Which was difficult, as they were in the handicapped washroom of the United States Supreme Court. Also, Alex was reluctant to live up to the alarmingly true stereotype that men just want to roll over and sleep after they had sex.

So, feeling chivalrous, she pretended to listen to Lorelai talk as they drove back to the hotel. Alex found it to be an inordinately easy task, though it was hard to tell how much of it came from years of experience of tuning out anything Lorelai says, and how much came from being, well, a man. Having male anatomy, at least.

Anatomy and physiology can account for a lot.

Alex woke up that morning with the desire to watch toothless Canadians beat each other with wooden sticks, something she'd never even contemplated doing, let alone cheer her way through it.

Once they got back into their room, Lorelai peeled off what little clothing she had left and pounced onto bed. "You want to go for round two?" she asked slyly, and the look in her eye combined with her legs and breasts and lips pouty and red from being kissed only minutes ago was enough to make Alex burst out of her pants.

"Yeah, I'll say you're ready," Lorelai said, assessing Alex's erection (oh god, she will never live this down) as Alex clumsily tried to get her stupid, big, man fingers to work her belt buckle and zipper. Then finally, her stupid pants come off, and round two was every bit as glorious as round one.

And this time, Alex actually got to roll over and sleep.