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Chapter Two: A Growing Connection (part 2)

"Lorelai, if you don't want to--"

She was cut off by a hard and searing kiss as the brunette brought her flush against her body on the mattress. Not a soft exploring kiss, but one to bring the girl to her knees. Nibbling at her lips, nipping her tongue, Lorelai made work of exploring a girl she once described to Sookie in an after-work conversation at a local bar as 'that plaid-skirted pain in the ass'. The woman's hands nested within her hair as the sexual tension of eleven days apart unraveled from the woman. She felt so hot, so daring.

Definitely naughty, internalizing the thought in her now-emptying mind. The petite academic weighing her down was giving Lorelai a push she hadn't felt in years to let herself go, experiment and play. For tonight, she would let Paris do that, knowing the girl probably had so many sexually feelings pent up in her, the kinds not even breached within that half-hour in the classroom.

Lorelai's kissing quickly moved down towards her neck, Paris keeping her eyes closed, letting the emotions flood her. The dream of earlier still within her mind, of coming over to have her gown fitted further from the factory, and then finding a flirtatious Chilton mother riling her up. She had been prepared for more since the moment she woke up. The small-town woman's teeth scraped across the tender flesh of her neck as she peppered the tanned flesh with pecks.

"I want to," Lorelai responded breathlessly, her hands breaching the hem of her own shirt on Paris's body so she could have skin-to-skin contact. She went back to kissing, not concentrating as Paris began to return the kissing, forcing her way back up to Lorelai's mouth. The sleeping article began to ride up as Paris rocked back and forth, while Lorelai pushed it up purposefully along the small area of thigh it was actually covering.

They said nothing, enjoying the feel of kissing free of the stress of time and interruptions. Paris could sense the chocolate eaten by the older woman as a snack, the taste of her mouth delicious and sweet, and it gave her more of an illicit thrill since chocolate was usually denied to her on the order of her mother to keep her skin clear. Mixed with a thin film of melon lip gloss, she was falling into a chasm she didn't want to crawl out from. Lorelai welcomed the slow kissing, just enjoying being able to spend time wandering rather than having to prepare for some guy to get all grabby and demanding to let him into her. I have to butter her up, she thought, noticing how forceful Paris was above her. I want her at her best. She couldn't believe her thoughts were this far out, but she couldn't find any reason to stop them.

Keeping her hands on Paris's sides she attempted to stay neutral, but was having a hard time doing much beyond that, as she slowly released from her mouth after an agonizing two minutes, moving down towards the woman's curved chin. Paris examined Lorelai closely, the innkeeper so beautiful in the dim light. Down her chin, along the curve down towards her neck. She found no resistance from Lorelai and felt encouraged further on.

"Do you...enjoy this?" she questioned, catching her breath between kisses. She felt the woman nod her head mutely. "Tell me how you feel."

"Really good," Lorelai responded, as if a frog was in her throat. "I enjoy this."

"How much?" Paris trailed towards the hollow of Lorelai's throat.

Lorelai felt her vocal cords tighten. "You doing this, I've never dreamed." Tightly, her eyes shut as her body stilled, the blonde lining soft flecks along the hollow of her throat. "Never." She shuddered in place, the softness so alien to her after years and years of rough stubble within her sexual dealings.

"You smell nice..." Paris took in a breath as she continued. "Natural." Smiling, she let her hand slide down, towards the side of Lorelai's flannel shirt in the middle, and then hooked a finger at a button opening. "Better than my dream."

"Sounded pretty good to me," Lorelai purred, the small touch against her sternum giving her a cold chill.

"It...was...very...encompassing...of my emotions." She opened the top button of the flannel and kissed the woman along the newly-exposed skin. Smiling, she felt Lorelai shift her legs, a sure sign that she was pushing the right trigger points. Paris was methodical in undressing the woman, voicing her desire for the woman when she needed to, but otherwise concentrating on the task. The emotions in her mind, earlier clouded by doubts were concentrated on being able to be passionate, something that had been sorely lacking with Jamie.

Lorelai shifted up so her back rested against the headboard, kissing Paris's forehead with the same fervor. Undressing each other slowly, Paris let herself take in Lorelai in small bits, the soft feel of her skin contrasting with the flannel. Closing her eyes the elder Gilmore let her hands caress softly as she pushed her own shirt up slowly. The dim light of the room amplified the intimacy, the only thing shielding the women the thin sheet of the bed as the other blankets were pushed aside.

Paris felt safe and comforted as the woman brought the shirt up, a different feeling from the awkwardness of Jamie taking her in naked for the first time. "I'm going to touch all over," Lorelai promised to her. The promise was kept, as hands went over supple flesh, and Lorelai teased her with words and touches, taking her time. Fingernails scraped across Paris's stomach, finding an erogenous zone which resulted in a deep throaty call of Lorelai's name out loud. Lorelai was overwhelmed by how welcoming Paris was of slow touches, completely different from the classroom setting. Taking her time, she was open and willing to explore everything possible between them.

Slowly, they took their time, kissing and caressing. Paris's small fingers eased each button out slowly as she kissed down the center of Lorelai's body. Reaching the button which was below her bra line, she brought her gaze up to the woman, who nodded the permission. She didn't push aside each side of the shirt immediately however, letting her other hand circle along the flesh of the innkeeper's thigh as she built the mystery in her own mind of how the woman looked outside of the sweaty confines of a Chilton classroom.

"You are wearing underwear, right?" She asked, moving towards the last three buttons. The answer to that question was...interesting.

"You'll just have to see." Lorelai felt a bit odd, and Paris could sense it in her voice. Not like she's feeling weird though, she surmised, but that I might have caught her when she wasn't expecting me. She didn't have much time to ponder further though as Lorelai took the green shirt off Paris the rest of the way to her neck and out of the arms. She worked it off the rest of the way, and tossed it behind her where it went to the front of the bed. Static built up as she took it off in her hair, and as she came back down, Lorelai could help but catch her breath.

She was shocked at how sensual Paris looked with bed hair, her brown eyes still a bit sleepy. She couldn't help but stare at how a couple hours in bed had taken that formal hair into something else that made her heart swell. Like a hidden treasure, she was beginning to see the side of the youngblooded woman few if any had ever seen.

Straddling above her, Paris felt hot from Lorelai's gaze. Jamie had never given her those eyes, and with her hair falling down against her breasts she was in astonishment that the heavy breathing from the woman beneath her wasn't coming from staring at her exposed bust at all. She pushed herself back down, letting her hands make quick work out of the last of the buttons on the flannel shirt. She was hungry to please the woman, to know that someone enjoyed her for more than a number on a test. She played more, letting her hand dip across and circle Lorelai's navel.

"Ohhh, mmmm..." Obviously she was hitting a spot. Down another button, an anticipation building at the one layer obscuring her from seeing the hotelier in all of her glory.

"Are you scared, Lor?" The woman shook her head. "How off-guard did I catch you, actually?" Her voice deep, she pinched the last button between her fingers and undid it, pushing the two halves of the shirt off lightly. The puzzled look on the woman as Paris brought her gaze to her almost told the whole story, but as Lorelai scooted up to work the shirt up, she blushed.

When Paris looked down, she figured out why. Lorelai finally spoke about the shy subject.

"I had no idea you were coming, seriously. If I had, well...I might have chosen better." She had expected the girl to laugh at her choice or suddenly realize that they had different senses of humor that were incompatible.

She was shocked instead to find Paris's fingers gliding along the gold waistband of her panties, with a sensual smirk as she took in the sight.

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised. You are sort of a dead ringer for Lynda Carter." Laughing softly, she began to unbutton the cuffs on Lorelai's shirt to fully divest themselves of anything beyond panties. "And you are an amazing woman..." Laying a soft kiss upon the woman's lips, she completed her tease. "A wonder woman, as it were."

Paris did something that hadn't been done in twenty years. Lorelai, usually the silly one during an encounter, felt serious. Her shallow breathing deepened as Paris slid the shirt off from her, and she couldn't muster much speech.

"Par, you...don't say those kinds of things. I'm just who I am." She wasn't one to boast, but Paris attempted to set her straight as she continued to flirt with her.

"But you are a wonder. Most would have given up and been content to be what others wanted them to be. Not you." Letting the shirt fall, she laid Lorelai back down, careful not to weigh too much of her frame on the strained ankle. "I may have started thinking of you like everyone else, but in two years I can't do that anymore. You're amazingly kind and gentle, strong. You don't bullshit anybody and you call Rory on her stupidity when she's about to do something idiotic. You have smart business sense, you contribute to the community, and after so many others wouldn't have given a fuck, you got an MBA to prepare for your own inn." She circled her fingertips around a hard nipple as she went on. "You speak up when you can at school meetings, unlike every other parent who either shuts up or puts their kids first. I don't know what draws me to you, but I can't deny that there's this amazing pull that brings me towards you as sympathetic."

She looked up at the woman, familiarizing herself with the skin-to-skin contact she had never enjoyed with Jamie. "I'll be honest. When you told me to 'can the emotional bullshit' earlier, I wanted to slap you for what you said, because no one says that to me but my mother. But she never has, because I don't show emotion, period. If I cry, I'm weak and vulnerable. But when I was talking with you, I felt validated." Her hands slid up to palm at the sides of Lorelai's breasts. "I knew Rory would tell me to give him a third chance and get over myself. I don't know why, but I wanted what I felt numbed down, not to be told it was OK to cry."

Lorelai felt so guilty for her outburst. "I'm sorry if I laid into you too roughly. You didn't deserve it."

"I did, though." Her fingers began to circle and move inward. "I was afraid to talk to you because of how you feel about Jamie. You know that he's not good enough for me, and if I would have held that back and Rory was here, I may have gone back to him. Probably regretted it right away. I'm a 'good girl'," she stated sarcastically. "If Rory or Louise told me I was stupid to dump him, I might have given him that new chance. When I directed my driver to come into the Hollow, it was to talk to Rory, not you. I was scared because of everything I felt, and shared with you in that classroom. I mean, you have to remember, I didn't care about Jamie at all before he wooed me. He was the one to go after me, and I didn't care at all."

"But because he came all the way up to Hartford, you gave him that attention, and you grew to love him." Lorelai thought she understood Paris clearly. But Paris shook her head.

"No, I didn't. I felt neither heads nor tails about how things would work out, I just went along with it like it was all expected of me. I never said 'I love you' to him like I meant it. My heart didn't feel a thing, he didn't excite me. I've spent so many hours since that afternoon thinking about this, whether I wanted him in my future. Being with him, with Jamie." Her voice lowered to a whisper as she let herself open up to the woman beneath her. "I never felt like I was with him, heart and soul. The night of the rejection, I called him on the phone, and he didn't understand, at all. My dream was Harvard and here I'm crying into the handset, like my heart was actually broken, arteries bursting, ventricles in shambles, and all he said was 'I'm sorry.' I...That's why I couldn't go back to school for a week. Rory didn't visit except to drop off homework, Jamie didn't call. The two most important people in my life couldn't spare more than fifteen minutes to realize that I had lost my way. I had a boy I didn't love, a school that didn't want me, and a best friend who doesn't give a fuck about me." Tears slowly streaming down her face, Paris opened up to the woman. "I don't mean to disparage your daughter at all, Lor."

"It's alright," she said, trying to keep herself from numbing the blonde's pain. Paris bit down on her lip, suddenly unsure.

"Umm, I hope you don't mind if I call you by that name, Ms. Gilmore." A beat of hesitation. "If someone else intimate with you called you that, I don't want to ruin how you associate it."

"Ruin?" Lorelai sighed. " I don't care at all. Actually..." She brought the confused girl into another slow kiss, showing how much she appreciated her beautiful speech. Every word of it had impressed her, made her feel appreciated by the girl. Everyone else seemed to take her for granted in town, but it was nice to have positive reinforcement. Breaking apart, her hands roamed the soft, supple skin of her younger love. "I think the way you say it is wonderful. It's less of an aside, a shortcut like other guys who said it. I think the way you speak is very cute." She smiled. "You've got that Katherine Hepburn voice going on, and I loved her as an actress. But from now on I hear her, I immediately think of you."

"Lor..." Blushing, Paris felt silly, and didn't realize she said the name again, until the woman moaned.

"See, you say it that way, I'm gone." Getting back to the original point of the conversation, she touched upon Rory. "Are you OK though? If you really wanted to talk to Rory, I'm sorry if she wasn't here."

"I wanted to talk to her tonight," Paris said, her voice beginning to take on a husky tone. "But I think I find you and this situation a little more...attractive." Surprising the woman with her strength, she cupped Lorelai's right breast, her thumb brushing up against the hardened nipple, as she let her mouth settle against the tender neck of the older woman, taken completely by surprise. She always thought Paris was aggressive, but this was completely baffling to her.

"Listen, Paris...you don't have to do this..." Her eyes closed as Paris laid soft trailing kisses down her sternum. The faded perfume she wore flooded Paris's senses, giving her a content sense that what she was doing was right, and drew her in. Slow kisses and caresses, taking in the softness of the woman's hipbone, her hands raking the woman's smooth stomach, hidden behind the fabric of the dress the first time. Her small hands sent tremors through the woman that were unlike she ever felt. She forgot for a moment all the awkward pawing and roughness of the touching she had with men. It melted away, along with her wariness of pushing things further.

"Oh God...God...Par..." She closed her eyes, Paris kissing down her middle. Little fluttery touches, her head backing up against the headboard as she sat upright while Paris's hands brushed against the undersides of her breasts. She felt sensitized, overheated. All rational thought melting away from her as those same hands made circles lower and lower. Her nose, softly scraping across her skin, down back towards her navel....

"Saturday mornings most often contain my most vivid dreams," Paris noted between kisses. "No need to rush before an alarm. I thought of myself doing this to you, for instance." Her left hand then moved towards the waistband of Lorelai's panties, a finger scraping within the waistband, the thumb brushing along the woman's mons. "Just caressing, being soft, without any kind of care."

"Are you saying..." Lorelai thought for a moment. "Even before you were up today?"

"Yes, I was." Paris teased her tongue slowly along the panty line, her nose dipping within the indentation. "I had a long society dinner last night I had to attend with Mother, compulsory attendance because I had to get a scholarship which should be just enough to buy a graphing calculator. I fell asleep in my slip, woke up this morning all worn out. But I thought about you there." She laid more kisses down the line, salivating as she pushed down the material blocking her view. "Thought of us, meeting, being secretive. It was at the grand mansion of the Kurtzbergs, beautiful hallway, boring atmosphere." Her teeth scraped the waistband. "You made your way to me slowly, moving away from your daughter, from Emily. You hated being there too, it being Friday night and part of your mother paying for school and all."

Having Lorelai move down on the bed, Paris positioned herself so the foot of the bed was parallel with her feet. "Then you see me. And I'm not my usual boring self. Last night I was regal, and I wore a silk cocktail dress that showed off the girls in full force. No thanks to Jamie having an important foosball final four to play back in Jersey, it didn't seem to have a use, until I came across you in the room. I smiled your way, feeling bold enough to toss my hair, a signal of what I wanted." She began to roll the lingerie off slowly, kissing the woman in tortuous circles. "We were playing it subtle, slow. Mingling around, talking to people here and there as we circled the room, moving in close with each person. My mouth waters, anticipating..." Paris blew out a slow breath up Lorelai's stomach. "I see you, you see me. The room seems a dark fog as I move in closer...closer."

"Uhhhhh..." Lorelai squirmed, overwhelmed by the desire in Paris's voice.

"Still ten feet in front of us, and Ava is in our way, rambling on about the electronic sign to be donated by the class. Yes, I have the funds ready to send to Daktronics. Yes, I want it in color and to be set in with the campus d r. No, we don't need it as big as a flagpole at a Perkin's and visible from 93, just put it in front of the school and move on. Watching you in a blue dress that brings out your clear blue eyes, showing yourself off. You lure me in."

She continued to go into further detail, about how she imagined Lorelai trying to show that she wasn't going to fall for Paris's advances, despite close whispers and sneaked touches giving her overwhelming images of the passion building between them. She was amazed at the detail, how Paris tells the story of her daydream. They moved in close, and Paris dropped the bait to meet her in a pantry off the main hall on the first floor.

The panties came off in a roll, the red/white/blue pattern such a lovely surprise to the teenager. Exposing the woman's glistening mons, she furthered the vivid image.

"Last night I actually knew that tonight would be the last time I would see Jamie, and thinking about you, wishing you were in that situation, I let myself fall into the fantasy." Her nose moved closer to the dampened slit, the raw scent of the hotelier driving her on. "I'm wanting of you, all week long. I couldn't go past that one classroom in the halls and not be reminded that on that desk you broke through my defenses, giving me the words for comfort, the need to have someone there for me to talk to, that frenzied yet beautiful intimacy." The tip of her nose scraped across the sensitized dark curls patterned into a small triangle, and Lorelai gritted her teeth, holding back an obscenity.

"I thought of us in that small room, clothes askew, hair undone, nips and hickeys patterned like footsteps all over ourselves. The naughty talk from you, Lor, pushing my worries away."

Paris then went to the trigger point. "Were you thinking of me all week, Ms. Gilmore? In the middle of all that paperwork, in that temporary storefront where you have to do Inn business, a small room for your office." She blew more air down the woman's exposed cleft. "In your bed, too. You want me, don't you?"

She struggled for speech, shrieking between her words. "What...about...Jamie?"

"I gave him his second chance," she clarified sweetly, and then lowered her voice. "He failed to take advantage, which is a weakness. I don't often respond this passionately to someone who I desire sexually."

"How do...you know that?" Lorelai's words were no longer said fast, but in short gasps as Paris teased her opening with her fingers.

"Because, when Tristan kissed me, I didn't feel much. I felt just enough for Jamie, but when it came time to get to brass tacks, I was sorely disappointed. This has been building for months, watching you, having dreams of you. To have you respond the way you did, I'm surprised. Actually, more like baffled. Never would I thought I would be attractive to you."

"Well, you are," Lorelai responded. "All that skin, those womanly curves, your soulful eyes. I know we shouldn't be doing this."

"Me too." Something the two women agreed on. Lorelai stared down at Paris's head, so sensitive. "But it's just too damned tempting not to do."

"You want me then?" Lorelai questioned one more time.

Paris quickly nodded, looking up at the nervous woman. "How could I not want you?" Circling her fingers around her clitoris, she wound Lorelai up for what was about to happen. Deep within her the temptation built to tease herself with her own fingers, but she held off for her own sanity. "I'm just glad I have you in a place where your wit is deadened by my tongue." She smirked as she moved herself closer, triggering Lorelai right where she wanted her.

"What, just because you think you're going down on me means I can't...be...oooohhh fucccck!!" Lorelai threw her head back, her vocal momentum thwarted when Paris pushed in as her tongue circled the stiff flesh. Starting slow Paris balanced out what she wanted to do with Lorelai with that of another thought.

We're gonna take it nice and slow, Lor, she thought sliently. Give you time to enjoy it. Making small circles with her strong tongue, Paris felt the woman melting against her, panting, growling her name. I'm not some guy who wants to relieve their hardness, just someone who enjoys you, like this. Off-guard, beautiful, able to be yourself, not how you are to buffer your pain. Her tongue patterned a wide ellipse up through her left lip, down the right, alternating clock circles with each sweep of her tongue. She tuned herself to the mother's cries, gauging how slow the woman wanted it.

"Oooh...ohh, yeah. Yeah, like that, come on..." Lorelai's hand kneaded her own breasts, twisting the nipples and caressing the pale flesh. She felt herself slowly building back up to where she was before answering the door, the wanderings on the couch.

"You're so wet," Paris said. "Come on, push yourself in...and...out....in...and...out."

"Par...aaaahhhhh..." Hissing as fingers slightly twisted her nipple. "Oh my God...God..." Paris picked up her strokes, going faster while Lorelai used her right hand as a guide to keep her in line. "Yeeessss...so good...yeah." She kept her eyes closed, reveling in the unique touch of her counterpart. More circles and ovals, Paris brought herself closer to push her tongue against Lorelai's clit as much as she could. She pushed hair out of her way, losing herself in the moment.

"You...taste...so good." Paris felt herself dampening with each thrust in and out, her mind running in a million directions. Lorelai pushed her back tight against the headboard as she opened wider for the girl.

Paris as she promised herself went slow, dipping her tongue in, enjoying the tightness she felt within her body. Getting wound up, wanting, remembering her dream of the morning where they were in the kitchen. The raw scent of Lorelai guided her on, the groans and passion from the woman adding so much to the situation.

"Fuck me...oh, fuck me, Par...God!" Lorelai felt herself quickly losing control of her swelling emotions. Her entire body was dampened, sweat dripping from her brow. Paris circled slowly, deeply, twisting her tongue in various directions to guide her clit in directions she never thought possible. Lorelai became so turned on she dipped her left hand down, tentatively pushing two fingers in for extra stimulation. It was something she always wanted to do, have someone below while she furthered the orgasm, but male pride had always made her fingers come to a shrieking halt.

Not Paris, for she encouraged it further. "Wanna see them only to your knuckle," she begged. "Get them in, I wanna make you come. Come on, Lor, push 'em in, give me some help." The combination of the two stimuli built Lorelai into a bliss, but one she wanted Paris to enjoy with her.

She clenched her leg against Paris, her hand moving toward her ass and forcing the dark red panties down just enough. "Help yourself. You're so damp...I know it. I saw you were going to fuck yourself...in your dream." Her voice was disconnected pants and rough demands. "Fucking me in a pantry...letting your hands wander...I wanna make sure you're happy too, Par..." She slid her shaky finger along Paris's slit from the outside of her slik lingerie, wet with her arousal. "Fuck me, fuck yourself too."

"I...want you to enjoy this," Paris argued, before Lorelai shoved the material aside. "Lor...come on...all for you."

"Not for you...us. Please, baby, enjoy yourself...Make me see how you are when you come with me...I want this."

"Fingers in my pussy...while my tongue's in your pussy?" Paris threw back her annoying hair. "You want that, don't you? Want me to finger myself?"

"Yes...yes..." Lorelai gasped, her body warming. "Push your fingers in...like you think about me...fuck yourself for me...fuck me...I wanna make you forget about Jamie." Paris grinded herself against Lorelai to start things, her panties slowly rolling down with each thrust.

"Oh...Lor...ugggh...uhhhh...like that?" She opened her legs so her clit could find a rhythm. "Do it to you like that...make you feel my cum on your smooth legs, running down them. All for you, my thoughts...ohhh...ohhh...fuck!"

"Feels...so good." The women undulated in the bed, pushing the orgasms they wanted though themselves slowly, trying to draw them out. Lorelai's mouth opened wide as she pulled at Paris's hair from a beautiful slow thrust. "I want to make you come. Make me never forget this...God...Par...Par...."

"Suck it in, Lor, build it up...gonna dip in...I'm so wet for you..."

"Wet for me..."

She sucked in a breath, letting her fingertips guide her to her swollen clit, the hood retracted back. She was beyond turned on. She carefully pushed in to avoid fulfillment too fast. "Oh, it's hard...hard..."

"Touch it, guide me..."

"Want me to touch myself. Play with my pussy with you on top..."

"Yes...yes...yes..." She dove deeper into Lorelai as she began to circle her own mons, hissing with each touch. She always had been subdued with Jamie, but he didn't seem to know much of what she was doing. With a real woman though, things were much different. Forcing her fingers in, she vibrated her tongue in reaction with her voice against Lorelai.

"AHHHH!!!'" Slowly she pushed in and out, her clit softly pinched between her fingers. She dipped her tongue in and out at an increasing rate, begging for Lorelai to speed up to meet her licks. "Come on...faster...faster...you want this, you...need this." Her vocal chords were tight, strained.

"I wanna come...ohh...ohh....ohh..." Lorelai became more profane. "Shit, Par...that tongue...better than my vibe..." Her fingers pushed deeper in herself, meeting Paris's mouth thrust for thrust. The girl sucked on her lips, doing all she could to tease Lorelai. Her breasts bounced against her chest, seeming fuller in the darkness and with the extra attention on her.

Paris's heart pounded within her chest as she pushed deeper inside, getting so hot by the sight in front of her. "I wish you could taste me...damn...oh shit, I can feel myself dripping out..."

"Yes...yes...I want to feel you when I go to bed...in my sheets...spilling out...you're so goddamned tight."

Paris could barely speak, performing cunnilingus on the woman in front of her like it was a project she'd be graded on. The taste and the musky smell brought her in closer, her tongue pushing up the swollen button. She closed her eyes as feelings from her own self-fuck sprung through her body. Lorelai wasn't much better, eventually falling into gasps and shocked grunts.

More time passing, and they were now fully nude. Paris slowly brought herself up Lorelai's body, wanting to share the moment with Lorelai in a close clench. Slow kissing up her body, and then she placed her finger in Lorelai's mouth to have her drink of her arousal. At the same time she pushed her other hand within the woman, while the brunette did the same for her. They found a rhythm, bucking against each other in a calm manner, going slow, building themselves up. The dirty talk continued further, Lorelai calling Paris 'her lady', continuing to be blunt about her pussy.

"Fuck me...I wanted to get off in your bed, Lor," Paris confessed. "I wanted to rub myself off...get your blankets all wet...I didn't sleep for an hour after you left. Your bed...oh...oh..."

"Naughty girl," Lorelai growled, using her other hand to slap Paris lightly on the ass. "Coming in my bed when I'm not here."

"OHHH!" Paris bucked strongly against her. "Fuck, Lorelai!"

"How does it feel, being with me? How do my fingers fill you up?"

"Tight," Paris hissed. Lorelai pushed in further.

"Shit, Par, naughty in my bed, wearing my shirt, stretching it out. I could deny you right now," Lorelai insinuated. "But you feel so nice...AHHH!!" Paris forced another finger in, making it three.

"You're not much better...wearing nothing beneath in the classroom."

"Oh, you're evil," Lorelai groaned. "Yet, I'd do it again."

"So would I...again and again...and again." She sped her thrusts up. "Lorelai, come on...we want this."

"You wanna come?"

"I want to spill out all over your nails," Paris begged. "See them dripping...you licking each finger off...do it...do it..."

"Clench tightly for me, I'm gonna get you off," Lorelai said. "Gonna make you feel this all week. Do what he couldn't to you."

"Deeper...please...oh God..." Lorelai let her fingers curve inside of Paris, looking for that sensitive point. "Jamie didn't know how...you do." She pushed in and out, the soft feel of skin to skin contact such a contrast to Jamie's rough treatment of her. "Please, Lor...ugggh...ugggh." She pushed her own fingers in closer against Lorelai's walls, and they began a newly sped up pace, stroking each other furiously, in and out against each other. Everything came to a head as Paris threw her head back and held on tight to Lorelai for dear life.

"Par..."

"Lor..." They closed their eyes, beginning to feel that tightness overcome them. Moaning out loud Paris pushed Lorelai as far as she could up the bed until they had the perfect leverage together to get off. Wrapping around each other, the women kissed one last time before Paris broke off from Lorelai, biting softly against her shoulder as the innkeeper hit her at her trigger point. She screamed into a pillow pushed against her as she hit her hilt, spilling out against Lorelai while her orgasm overcame her hard. She felt the stresses of the last week begin to melt away with each final push and pull, crying the woman's name repeatedly, begging for a full release.

"Oh my godddd, oh goddd, Lor...Lor..." She began to wind down herself but stroked her hand within Lorelai, keeping a steady romantic rhythm as she felt the woman tighten up around her. She seethed out affirmation as she moved towards the boiling point, undulating her hips in a circle against Paris's own rotations to double her release. She fell into the mattress deeply as they began their final motions, and Lorelai found herself internally thankful that she wasn't acting in the wrong in being carnal towards her.

The release between them was something that went beyond all explanation for both women. They pushed against each other, taking the strokes in, not holding back at all. Mashing their bodies together, there was an intimacy between them that was missing from their former loves. The mutual satisfaction was part of it to be sure, but between them it was also a shared moment, like one of Paris's many goals something that went beyond the wanting to feel. They were beginning to know each other, and crying out their releases out into the humid air of the second floor bedroom, that they were there for each other in a moment where they both needed someone not only unconnected to them to hear them about, but slowly becoming kindred. The inn troubles and Paris's quest to be her own woman, they mixed at the right time together, were heard out, and lead to this moment. Hair tickling each of their noses, the meeting of the sarcastic minds and beautiful women had become much more than the one afternoon stand of the week before.

Paris had her eyes tightly shut as the waves came over her, those beautiful fingers within her working her perfectly into a frenzy. She lifted herself up and down as she heard Lorelai before, and she was surprised that the woman was so soft and settled with her own fruition. Like in the classroom she thought she'd thrash around, but in actuality the hotelier was overcome, yet calm as she rode it out, growling out "Par" in such a sensual and enflaming manner. A way that suggested that she wasn't quite done with Paris yet. Slowly, they settled themselves down, wanting to take their time, enjoy the moment, the feeling of being inside of each other. Paris didn't want to let go, and neither did Lorelai. Nothing could interrupt them at all, and soon Paris's heart was pumping slower and slower as she pulled out, careful that she wasn't too fast, easing her hand out from Lorelai's center. The same with the other woman though she continued to shimmy her hips until she felt herself worn out and pulled away, to take Paris into her arms.

"Oh God," Paris said to herself softly, feeling so out of it from everything she just did. The other woman brushed the hair from her face, letting the hand only moments before within her brush her soft cheek, the tips brushing her lips. She slid out her tongue to taste of herself, the heady and raw liquid coating as promised dripping a bit onto her heated skin. Lorelai tasted of the young-blooded lady, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she moaned while licking her fingertips, before wiping the remainder like Paris did along her stomach. Their eyes were barely opened, the women tired as they drifted into the afterglow somewhat speechless, the hum of the air conditioner and their breathing the only audible sound within the room.

Paris tumbled down so she was on the bed, and let her hand rest upon Lorelai's butt, being soft and gentle as Lorelai settled her hand possessively at her side and spooned against Paris facing her. The enigmatic eyes of the academic beauty reflected the moonlight from the window, shining a light almond instead of the darkness seen within the pupils earlier. She was focused on the beautiful woman within her grasp, the humor and panic from earlier now gone, replaced with serenity. Not a fear between them, or a sense they had done anything wrong. They knew in their hearts that nothing was wrong, and this was right. Paris's skin was like velvet with character to Lorelai, her nail tracing patterns within the natural moles peppering the Jewish girl's body, while the blonde concentrated her wandering in one space, soft, beautiful, lulling Lorelai's caffeine high from her body.

They stayed like that for just over a half-hour, just feeling, watching, and having that security that they wouldn't break apart right away. There wasn't a rush to do more than they had, just that sense that in their crazy worlds, they fit together perfectly. The doubts they both had about the age gap, their differing views on things and the fear about Rory weren't there. Just constant touches, soft kissing, wandering fingers and the occasional compliment from one another about how a certain part of their body was beautiful. For Paris, it was her prominent dimples, becoming a fixture within Lorelai's memory. She let her hand brush the teen's smile line and circle within the depression. Paris thought more of her lover's intense blue eyes, the shade within them so enchanting to her, drawing her in from even across a room. "That's how I knew you were in the meeting room last week," Paris recalled. "I didn't see Rory at first, but I did see you."

"So basically I could have run, but the only way I could've hid is if I blinded myself?" Smirking, Paris smiled.

"They're intense, very much so." She brushed her hand across Lorelai's cheek. "When Jamie walks into a room, the air seemed to collapse because he was so dull. Just by seeing you in one though, it prepares me. It pushes me to know that you'll be there, ready to either agree with me, or bring me into a spirited argument."

"Well, I can't say a parent's meeting hasn't ever been boring without you in it." Staring at the girl, she felt so revered, and light. Like for once it wasn't a chore for anyone to deal with her. She couldn't take her eyes off Paris at all, and she didn't want to move. "I...I honestly don't know what to say about...about that."

"Me...me either," Paris admitted, taking a deep breath. "It was unlike the classroom in so many ways."

"I haven't felt this good in years." Lorelai laughed wryly, and Paris thought she was lying in a boastful sort of way.

"You don't mean that."

"Actually, I do." The soft, throaty voice was serious, no mirth to be found. "I mean, every guy I date, like Max, I pretty much have come off like a prankster, someone willing to try anything once. They think I'm sort of kinky and open to go beyond the usual." She paused, trying to make Paris understand in her terms. "Like let's put it this way, with everyone else there's this bit of danger that I get off to. They see me and there's a bit of danger too. Usually though, that's all they see, and well, I now am the proud carrier of one broken engagement because of it."

"But Rory's father," Paris argued, her voice buffeted in a quiet hush. "Surely that's still there."

Lorelai put those thoughts to rest "Not for a long time, dear. No, not again. He...well, it's complicated between us, but let's just say since I asked him for some kind of help with Chilton before my parents made me take out the contract signed in blood, I can't depend on him. The sex is good, yes. The friendship, amazing. But that's it. In a way I think of him more as a friend who just happened to father my kid than any kind of serious lover at all." Her hand slid along Paris's stomach as she made her point. "Kind of like you and that blonde jackass you loved before he went Felonious Monk on you. You pine for him from afar and think the world of him, but once he fucks up, that's it. You don't see them without judgmental eyes anymore, and he's forever sullied to you by one move. For Chris, that was asking for marriage despite the fact I didn't want to go further."

"I guess there's a correlation between Tristan and Christopher." Paris blinked her eyes, surprised by the enigmatic talking points from Lorelai. "And in a way, I guess we're both the same in regards to each other. We both enjoy regimen and schedule, everything in a straight line. I might want it totally unchanged and you don't mind bumps, but otherwise it's pretty much the same: we're both creatures of habit. But we also crave excitement, and for me, I thought that was Jamie. You, it's this challenging Inn thing going on."

"Exactly, you're right."

"But we never saw this connection we had coming, at all. It wasn't even on the radar." Paris, usually animated with her points was instead calm against the older woman. "I go back over that day, the signs I had that I felt a yearning for you, and I knew I ignored them, but more out of my sense that I'm just plain and dull, while you're extremely gorgeous and stunning. That's why I thought I shouldn't dare to say anything about it. I thought you'd probably just laugh and reject me, think it was cute I had a girl crush on you and tell me to stick with Jamie because I couldn't do any better."

"Heyyy, I thought we were done with putting yourself down," Lorelai said, showing disdain for her lover's thoughts. Her fingers along the small of her back, she kissed the girl on the lips, and reiterated her stance. "Now let me say this again to you, Par. You're not going to be ever called beautiful by Anna Wintour or a soap manufacturer because they're looking for apple-pie girl next door type girls, cold bitches who subsist on pageants and compliments from creepy old guys who think the perfect girl can only be 36-24-36. You may even just cede to Louise and Madeline as more beautiful than you are. But I will say right now that I'm feeling up a beautiful and sexual woman. It takes someone with real guts to stand up to me and say to play up my sex appeal like you did by asking me to take the sweater down a button. If that was a man, damn right I would have squeezed him until he exploded. But with someone like you, to notice that? I'm more than flattered." Touching her index to Paris's chin softly, she went on. "As for you though, when you play up your features like you did in that stunning dress tonight, you're a looker for sure, Paris. You're a natural and earthy beauty that I wish I saw more of out in the world, the kind that only needs a bit of powder here and there, and a bit of Clearasil occasionally. I can tell you don't do much in the morning, right?"

"Maybe some mascara and a shampoo," Paris admitted. "A bit of brushing with the makeup brush to cover a couple spots, but I'm not concerned about it."

"Hairspray?"

Paris shook her head. "I'd rather have a bad hair day than a bad earth day, it ruins mine anyways."

"And your deodorant? Anything fancy?"

"Umm...." She nervously laughed. "I actually need a prescription antiperspirant. I have active glands."

"See, honesty. Another thing that you have going for you!" She smiled, assuring the girl that her unique chemistry wasn't a setback. "Besides, it shouldn't be a problem after next week; it's all that dumb uniform's fault."

"I'm glad to see one of my physical conditions is a turn on for you." Shaking her head, Paris smiled, curling into Lorelai, enjoying her body heat. "But really, thank you for those compliments. I've...you know, this is so weird for me."

"Pillow talk?"

She nodded. "I like to analyze after the fact usually, but when it comes to sex I like to bask, to let my mind wander. I don't feel challenged at all, but I don't need to. I just have to know that what we just did was something amazing, inevitable and erotic. I mean, I craved to be this close to you tonight, but I would have been content to wallow."

"I might have too," Lorelai said, enjoying the rapport. "I just went around Doose's thinking all these thoughts about you but I pushed them off to the side because I was afraid that it was too soon."

"The same with me before I went to sleep." Caressing Lorelai's skin, Paris looked at her, feeling something building between them. "I...really did mean the amazing and erotic part too. I'll feel this on Monday yet."

"You mean that?" Paris nodded in ascent. "I am sorry you didn't really get a chance to wallow though."

Paris, shaking her head, initiated a quick, slow kiss with Lorelai to remind her how little wallowing she needed. When she released, she smirked. "This kind of wallowing is actually much healthier. It burned a few calories." She winked at the woman and uncharacteristically giggled softly. "Also helped me work on my naughty vocabulary list."

"So that's what this was, huh? You just used me to lose a few pounds and say a few curse words?" Lorelai returned the kiss, feeling strangely playful with the academic. "And get naked with me?"

"You're not in a position to complain...Ms. Gilmore." She drew out the proper name in a way that turned the brunette on and made her moan out loud.

"I swear, you are just incorrigible. I give you an inch--"

"Don't give me inches. They've always seemed to disappoint." There was that husky and sensual voice again, driving Lorelai wild.

"Dirty!" She exclaimed. "Wow, Ms. Prim and Proper turns out to be Miss Jackson and nasty! Damn!" Curling into the girl, she played with her hair as sleep began to blanket the both of them. "Seriously, you're not mad we didn't have a movie night with...oh crap." She slammed her head on the pillow.

"Something wrong?"

"Well, your ice cream is now perfect to pour corn flakes into. I guess I should be glad that's the only thing I left out though. I was really looking forward to it too, just sharing something junky and unhealthy for you for once. From the way Rory talks about you, your body is 80% soy."

"She's wrong. It's only about 35%," Paris quipped back. "But if you'd like, I can go one day without my balanced breakfast regimen." With a slight grin she kissed the tip of Lorelai's nose and kept her voice low. "Ice cream it is, then."

"Am I a bad influence on you?" Lorelai asked, teasing the petite girl with her hand sliding along her back.

"I'm in your bed, aren't I?" Paris knew she was walking on eggshells, but enjoyed the freeness of this new thing between the Chilton mom and herself. The two women continued to chat for a few more minutes until their eyes finally became weighed down, and they fell asleep within each other's arms, the security of the locked door so much comfort to the both of them, along with the newfound respect and admiration they had for each other in more than an intimate sense. As Lorelai's thoughts wound down, she reflected within herself about how she wished she would have never made that "I've got the good kid" taunt Paris never heard.

I...God, I was so wrong about her. She stared at the sleeping girl as she curled her perfect blonde hair around a finger. It's Rory who's still the kid. She has all of these people in town, her grandparents and me to protect her from everything big and bad in this world, and her decisions aren't ever rash or sudden. But you, dear, you're not Rory. And thank God for that. How the hell you lived eighteen years with all of this pressure on you to be the best and follow what everybody wants of you with all this peer pressure trying to take you off track, I wish I could know. I wish this would have been me when I was eighteen. Not that I'd ever want to lose Rory, but if I had just ignored, stayed focused and let my ass focus on school instead of boys, who knows? Where would I be?

Her thoughts continued as she pushed close to Paris in a security blanket sort of way. What you did tonight was gutsy. Standing up to your boyfriend, leaving him behind and then coming in and just, how can I describe the last five hours? That we could go from such close heart to hearts and then making love like we did. I...I've never been attracted to women though, that's what gets me. I just could never think of myself as in that direction, though I never thought about it at all, really. But with you, it's like breathing. It felt natural. It felt wonderful and extremely beautiful. I don't want to overthink this, and I know if we go forward we might end up hurt. Yet...yet...

Lorelai began to drift off to sleep completely, losing her train of thought in the haze of her psychosis winding down her continually active brain. Yet somehow it managed to get one more wave of communication out before sleep overtook her, the fears of commitment seemingly numbed by the moment, and the woman snoozing next to her.

I want more of this. Of you...

* * * * *

Paris was having the best sleep of her life, she was fully convinced of that. Her dreams were beautiful and vivid, nothing explicit, but just of her and Lorelai talking together in quiet moments. The caring in the woman's voice, her motherly concern was like a warm blanket to her. Usually she would have been up like a light at 7am, a seemingly permanent trigger for the buzzer within her biological clock. It could never be put back in to silence it and even on the weekends she had to be the first one in the Manor up, lest she lose important studying time.

This Sunday morning though she didn't have any alarm to rouse her from her beauty rest. She was too happy and serene to be disturbed, and nothing could stop her from sleeping the most important day before exams away.

Except a rooster. A very loud rooster which interrupted a mirage of her and that older Gilmore woman having a bitch session about how moronic one of the other Chilton mothers were about booster club issues.

"Shuddup, rooster," she mumbled into the pillow, trying to cover her ears with it to block the noise. But it wouldn't stop and the rooster kept crowing, louder and louder. "I said shuddup, naw ready do geddup..."

She was then reminded that she didn't have a rooster at home, nor had she ever been woken up by one to begin with. The crowing also seemed to be in an unvarying infinite loop, and Paris thought it would be variable at least a little bit. Slowly coming to, she was beginning to think there was no rooster where she was sleeping.

She was right. On the table a brown vintage-like analog alarm clock was crowing at her to wake up. With all of the manners and class that had been instilled in her over the years, she slapped the top of the device with heavy force, cutting the bird sound off mid-'cock'. Groaning, she felt so interrupted, looking over the numbers in the clock to see what time it was.

9:34. So that means I slept just a few minutes shy of nine hours. She wasn't quite used to the surroundings of the room in the sunlight and was lost for a moment trying to remember where she was in it. Stretching out, she let her feet touch the soft carpet, and prepared to get ready to get dressed.

She groaned as she remembered that what she came in wasn't really appropriate to wear on a Sunday morning. She hesitated for a moment, looking towards the far side of the room for the shirt she wore to bed but couldn't find it.

"Damn it." She really didn't want to wear that forsaken dress ever again. It had history behind it, horrible history, full of reminders of the argument with Jamie that ended with their breaking up. But if she were to call Henrico now for a ride home, what could she wear?

As she prepared to make the bed (she was a guest, and it was only considerate to do so), she ended up finding Lorelai's flannel shirt between a couple blankets. For once she didn't want to think about what she wore, and she was chilly from the air conditioning, so she slipped it on along with her panties. She felt in a rush as she made the bed and straightened the corners, keeping her mind off the last night before she actually had to deal with it. For all she knew she had to get out of there with expedient speed in case Rory was coming home early, despite Lorelai's assurances that she was gone until about 11am with Jess since she had some crazy idea that it would be fun to watch him work at Wal-Mart for a couple of hours. She gathered up her things into a spare Blommingdale's Brown Bag off to the side, and though she felt very odd for doing so, also grabbed a pair of clean-looking sweat pants from the Pile of Injury and put them on; she was thankful they were a loose fit. She felt so weird for borrowing Lorelai's laundry, but what else was she going to do?

She was also under the assumption that since Lorelai wasn't in the room, she was having second thoughts about what they did last night. She felt extremely guilty with her own self, taking advantage of an ankle strain to woo the woman. On the top of the landing before she ran down the stairs, she brushed back her astray hair, regret beginning to flair up.

"Oh my God, what was I thinking?" Her voice was panicked, and her eyes were widened as she saw the night, clear as the day streaming through the windows. She was the one in need of help, and with Lorelai she breached that trust to seduce her. "Paris Gellar, you inconsiderate slut!" She pinched her forehead as she berated herself. "Great, so apparently I can only come if I'm breaking up with someone else and in bed with my comforter. Wonderful. I've really done it this time!" If it wasn't for her cell phone being in her purse on the coffee table, Paris would have slumped out of the house in shame.

She hated herself for taking a situation which should have been easy and complicating it further. Still, she tried to hold in what was left of her dignity as she went downstairs to say her goodbyes and eat her ice cream breakfast. Internally she hoped Lorelai didn't hate her, nor would she make accusations that bedding her was the trophy in some Chilton scavenger hunt. She didn't know if it was true, but she wouldn't put Duncan and Bowman past putting that in.

Down the stairs, she hit the landing and headed towards the kitchen, doubtful that the morning light would bring her a happy Ms. Gilmore glad she was in bed with her. Paris was a pessimist at heart and assumed the worst. She saw the usually kind woman realizing her mistake the moment she woke up and shrouded in regret as she made the right turn towards the kitchen. She looked down at her bare feet wanting to shrink away her 5'3" frame before she crossed the threshold. Doubts magnifying, nerves jittery, she prepared for the woman to argue that she was just being nice when they had sex.

To her surprise, Lorelai got up from a chair where she was reading over the Sunday Courant's real estate section, and was the first to tell Paris the wonderful news.

"They put it in!!" She hugged the girl, who totally found it unexpected. "I'm so happy!"

Still tired, Paris wondered what Lorelai was so happy about. "Who put what--" Another surprise, as Lorelai kissed her on the lips when she least expected it. "--in?"

"They said it would take at least four months but they must've gotten through probate and finally realized they couldn't possibly keep it for themselves," Lorelai said, excited.

"Probate? Huh?" Paris looked up. "I'm lost."

"The Dragonfly, remember?" It seemed Lorelai needed no coffee this morning as she bounced up and down. "I've been getting all the financials in place and the loan agreements, and next Thursday it goes to bidding on the steps of Waterbury Courthouse at 12:30pm with a starting price of $29,000. I will be there and hopefully I'll outbid some sleazy guy who bought some $700 course from Don Lapre and thinks he's the next Donald Trump."

"Well...congratulations." Paris smiled at her. "I hope you do get it, since you deserve it and all." And Paris knew that she did; it must've been tough having to keep her intentions quiet and under the cuff to respect the family as they went through the grieving process. "I couldn't imagine anyone else running a better inn than you."

"Thanks for that. If only the town would know that though. Taylor refuses to just give me a hospitality permit without actually having a venue to put a permit in, so until I actually get the building I can't go forward with most of my plans."

"Not even an architect?" Lorelai shook her head.

"It's a courthouse sale. I put in a few bids, hope I don't go over my limit and cross my fingers. I'll get around to historical preservation and all the other issues once I can actually get in the building without risking a trespassing charge." Sighing, she took the conversation elsewhere. "But enough about me, let's talk about you for once. You hear more about me than Cameron Diaz on some days."

"There's not much, I just got up." She looked down at her clothes. "And apparently I didn't pack for a sleepover as you can see."

Lorelai directed a strange smile in the direction of Paris's chest. "Oh, I see all right." Taking it wrong, Paris thought she was in trouble.

"I...I didn't get the urge to dig in your dresser drawers, because that would have been wrong." She felt nervous from the unyielding stare weighing her down. Lorelai pursed her lips together, finding her view of the petite woman to be pleasing. "If you want me to change, I can, if you'd like. You know, because I'm wearing this stuff and...I don't know that you'd give me permission to do so, because..."

The woman backed her towards the refrigerator. "You don't have to change."

"Good. Because, I..." She didn't understand what was going on with her at all. Paris felt so nervous, she couldn't seem to find her words. She felt extremely weak and frustrated, trying to come to terms with what she was suddenly feeling all over again. She thought she was all over it, that she'd be all settled down and move back into her usual guise of being sullen and dry.

Instead, she had to deal Lorelai's eyes staring her down, scanning her and enjoying the view. Flecks of silver seemed to reflect in the light of her pupils, and the blonde thought she heard a soft primal growl slip from the lips of the lady of the house. Her hands moved up, sidling along the button trail of the flannel shirt. Holding her breath, Paris was caught between the fridge and Lorelai, who pushed her legs in closer. Wearing low-cut jeans she showed a little skin along the bottom of her stomach. A peek of blue lace along the waistband teased Paris further and she quickly felt the temperature in the room rising. Her breathing picked up as she tried to distract herself away from the situation.

The woman tested how far she could go with her flirting, her fingers trailing within her flannel shirt and down along her young lover's exposed cleavage. She closed her eyes part way and let her voice lower down further.

"I left the shirt on the bed on purpose." She curled her lips into a half-smile. "I didn't want you to go home in that dress."

"I didn't want to either," Paris reasoned.

"No, it's not that." Taking down the flannel one button, she explained further. "I didn't want you to wear that dress because I'd much rather remember this night the way you were. Sitting on my bed, massaging my ankle, slowly bringing me closer into your world and finding a common ground I haven't found in years." She slid herself provocatively close to Paris, forcing the girl to move a hand back to brace the counter next to the refrigerator. "I felt so awkward getting up this morning and leaving you behind because I wanted to stay in bed with you for another couple hours."

"Why didn't you then?" Paris wondered, feeling a bit shaky.

"If I did, I might have never set the alarm for you, we would've slept until Rory came home and it would've been awkward city." She tittered nervously. "Not that I'm trying to hide you or anything, but--"

"I understand. I'd rather just enjoy this right now, between us without anyone butting in." Paris, usually one to bring up all the complex issues of a non-affair like they having, wasn't ready to dwell on them on any way. "I misconstrued your being down here as a rejection, and I must apologize for doing so."

Lorelai shook her head, her left hand bracing Paris's waist in a possessive manner. "I never meant to make you feel bad. I'm just so antsy lately, anything with the Inn, I have to know. I swear I've looked at the telephone pole outside of Town Hall for the auction notice more than the power company lineman. I just...I want it so bad, I can taste it. But I'm just afraid some speculator's gonna snap it up, or worse, a jackass who'll put it on the market at an obscene price so only some hospitality monolith can snap it up and slap a Staybridge Suites sign smack on the front."

"Lor, you're going to get it," Paris said, noting the panic in the woman's eyes. "That building is way too historic to be reduced to a bland extended stay place. Everyone in town, this county knows that if there's one woman who deserves this, it's you, not anyone else. You didn't spend fourteen years moving up from housekeeper to manager, while sacrificing many a night getting your business degree so that you could run some bland Comfort Inn where you have to counter one hotel's 'Free HBO' with 'Free Starz'. You have the backing. You have the support. Don't go on those steps letting anyone else intimidate you." She directed a stern drill sergeant at the woman, while her steady voice gave her the boost she needed. "I swear to God if I hear you lost that inn because you didn't want to be a bitch and outbid some dick Price is Right-style by $1, I will kick your ass. You bid early, you bid often, and you raise up that hand in the name of not only civic pride, but your own. Because after that, when you complete that building and open it, whoever lost to you should look in your direction and realize whatever McMansion shit plan which was in their mind wasn't worth it at all."

Taking in the girl's words, Lorelai was shocked by how Paris didn't mince her thoughts of the situation at all. Looking down at her, she was surprised at the effect the speech had on her after feeling like she was all alone with Sookie in trying to get the building. All those years staring at it from afar, it used to be a dream, but with the reality beginning to set in, she was beginning to buckle. Could she put the effort forth to make the business succeed on her own terms, or would she be overwhelmed by it? She went to bed every night with those thoughts, and since she was a solitary woman shielding her worries behind humor, kept them internally in her mind.

That Paris could saw through her doubts and tell her in no uncertain terms that she must be cutthroat in the auction, it drove her to the scene of that auction and being conservative at first, until slowly while the others puddled along with their terms and she laid the perfect price to shut them up. She saw some subdivision developer ready to choke her because their stupid cookie-cutter concept wouldn't be on that historic land, nor some fake 'preservationist' woman buying the house just so she could get This Old House and HGTV out there and get her face time while they turned it into some Town and Country nightmare.

No, she thought to herself, focused and stone cold. That is my inn; she's right. There's no doubt that I will get it, I just have to stop thinking about everyone else and just think about what will be done. It's a certainty, and nothing can stop me.

She stared at Paris, entranced by how she had went from so polished that she was sure even the buttons on her blazer were spit-shined every morning to bring out the intricacies within the bronzed Chilton crest, but yet in her flannel shirt and without her hair brushed, she still looked like a stunning and beautiful girl. She still couldn't believe that she had been intimate with her, twice. Where as she should have felt wrong and stupid for even kissing the girl to begin with, she hadn't felt any guilt about what they shared. The way she talked, how she walked, the demeanor in which she carried herself as strong and independent. While she sipped her coffee earlier she had come to the conclusion that Jamie obviously thought he was dating a total pushover in Paris, that he used her being in love with him to try to steer her away from the life she wanted to lead. Thinking she'd capitulate, he pushed her to be with him, no matter what. He didn't see the strength and beauty within her, and for that he went home the night before having lost the one opportunity he had to have a woman who he could match wits with and would be with him through everything, no matter what.

Jamie lost Paris by being stupid. And Lorelai thought that was inexcusable.

She felt a pull inside of her suddenly, a want to show the girl how special she thought she was. Her breath was shaky, her eyes focused down as her fingers drifted across Paris's collarbone, the scent wafting from her a mix of her own scent and the faded fragrance of the night before, meant for Jamie but enjoyed by her instead. In a pinching motion that hand trailed down the center of the shirt, and Lorelai felt desire build up through her again. The speech, Paris's tone with her, that reality check had focused her sights on scoring the inn, but also triggered her to thank Paris for that pinch she needed to drive her further.

Lorelai hadn't spoken in a couple of minutes through her thoughts, and Paris was naturally worried.

"Lorelai?" She questioned the woman nervously. "You OK?"

She directed her gaze downward, towards the sweatpants, hanging awkwardly around Paris's waist. Seductive, she let her voice lilt with her desire.

"I'm fine, but how are you?" She found the waistband of the panties and slid her hand along it.

"What are you doing?" Paris began to pant as the woman's hand drifted within the shirt. "I...I...it's still early in the morning."

"I'm going to get that inn," she said, pushing open a button and circling her thumb along the top silk edging. "You're certainly right about that."

"You....know I'm right." She began to feel closed in.

"Of course you are." Lorelai's cool palm slid down Paris's right breast. "But you know what else I want?" Her head moved closer to Paris's, lips directed right towards the woman.

"What?" This is...what are you doing to me, woman? Paris was beginning to feel pushed to her limits.

"The reason I had to get up and get away from you is not because I regretted you at all." She kissed Paris softly, letting her tongue slide across those full lips and pushing her hand down a bit more. The drawstring of the sweatpants was hastily done and quickly loosened, with the garment falling into a pool at Paris's ankles. Pulling away barely, her sweet motherly voice was a whisper as the naughty woman who wasn't known for being subtle made her point. "It took all I had to get away from you because sleeping, you look so sensual and soft, like a living embodiment of Sleeping Beauty. I felt guilty for wanting to wake you up just for my own needs, so I threw on my robe, headed to the shower, and...You can use that MENSA-approved imagination to figure it out." She nipped her upper lip, and Paris felt her control beginning to melt away, along with all of her fears. She drew out Lorelai's name, overpowered by the idea she got her wet just by laying there.

Pushing closer to her core, Lorelai played to Paris, soothing her, going on about how the night before meant so much to her, how beautiful it was to know that behind her prim fa e, Paris was a wildflower, no wallflower at all. Paris began to encourage Lorelai further, wrapping her arms around the small of her back, trapping her and pushing things along. Never in her wildest desires did she think this would happen to her. Lorelai drifted kisses from her mouth and down her neck, and soon she had pushed the shirt far enough off so that Paris's shoulders were both exposed. The brown-eyed girl was being seduced in the way she always desired, the one to be controlled. She easily ceded it to Lorelai.

"You want this, don't you?" Lorelai said deeply, with her fingers trailing down Paris's dampening mons. "You've been anticipating this."

"Maybe," Paris admitted. "I kind of had a dream that I remember a bit of."

"I think I heard that." She took down the shirt a couple more buttons, sliding it further down her arms. "Something about you and I, the kitchen at the Independence?"

"Oh God, I slept-talked that one?" She blushed deeply.

"It also involved the Bracebridge Dinner, if I recall." She moved down, kissing along the petite girl's collarbone.

"It did...oh, man. Yeah, that...that's a trigger point." She groaned, turned on as Lorelai kissed down the her side from the crook of her arm down.

"You were mad because I wasn't period appropriate."

"Yess...."

"So you pushed me into the kitchen and lectured me further, and apparently I made a joke of some kind." She pushed her fingers against Paris, teasing her slit through her panties. "I don't know though, you mumbled it. You were having it just as I was dressing in the bedroom."

"Oh." If there was a hole beneath her feet, Paris would gladly jump down it. But she was too turned on to even move. "You must think...I'm so annoying."

"Annoying isn't the word I would use," Lorelai soothed out, kissing her way across Paris's chest. "I'd say that you are more...unique."

"Righhht. You're thinking of somebody else..." Paris rolled her eyes back, fingers circling in a lengthy circular stroke, teasing towards sliding in the space between the fabric and her skin. "Ohhh, damn!"

"Am I?" Lorelai inquired, relaxing Paris further against the fridge while the shirt slacked down to frame her chest. "You do know you had me right in this same position in your dream?"

"Against the cooler?"

"Mm-hmm. How could I not think that was hot? Your active imagination's giving mine a race here." Her fingertips pushed aside the soaked material to expose one side of her lips. "I never thought I'd hear the words 'If you're not going period appropriate, then don't bother wearing clothes' from you." She then pushed up, shoving the material aside to rub Paris's clit.

"Well I never thought you'd listen! That's why it's a fantasy!" Pushing against the cold surface of the metal door Paris rooted her foot against the bottom plate of the white appliance.

"Fantasies can come true though," Lorelai said deeply. "Fantasies can be fuel for your soul." She slid her hand to fist the wet material. "Fantasies, they keep me sane."

"Lor..." Paris felt herself tightening up in plae.

"Tell me what you want, Par. Make it come true, I'm right here." Her fingers spun around the pink nub, letting the blood flow away from Paris's well-worn brain and towards her aching center.

"I don't know...I don't...oh God, please, keep it up, keep it up...ugggh."

"You have a kinky woman on your hands who has your panties hidden in her nightstand. I did something in them, I thought of us, together in my bed. I fucked myself to the thought of you, wearing what you did that day we found our common ground..." She instigated a strong open-mouth kiss, caressing the girl's soft face, running fingers through her silken locks. Paris pushed Lorelai harder against her, her hands gripping Lorelai's ass at the bottom.

"That is...so wrong..." Paris gasped. She was far from repulsed, the images of the woman rubbing her pussy within them making her flush with wanton lust. "Fuck...go on...yes...yes..." The stroking became faster as the woman's fingertips worked their magic.

"All week I've been bad, thinking of you when I should've been cheerleading for Jamie. Instead I had my fingers in knuckle-deep and thinking of them as yours, or mine inside of you...I can't stop thinking of you at all, Par. The Inn's #1 in mind, worries of my daughter 2nd, but you're definitely the one I turn to so I can forget all about them." She slid a finger in, continuing her clit rub while stimulating Paris further.

"I've...been a naughty girl, Ms. Gilmore," she admitted between throes. "I even wore...your skirt...to a Sunday brunch. The one I stole. I wore it...so I could fuck myself in it...ohhh...ohhh..."

"God, Par," Lorelai kissed her again, their tongues twining, the scent of Paris's pheromones overpowering. "Did you soak it?"

"Yes..."

"How much?"

"I spent two hours...thinking about us...I was bare except for it and black thigh-highs...nothing on..." She closed her eyes, seething as Lorelai slowly inched in a second finger. "I thought of you on top of me...rubbing my tits...getting me off, hitching up the skirt...aaaahhh, oh shit!"

Lorelai's voice darkened, the imagery so vivid, thinking of Paris on a bed like she had in childhood. "You're a bad girl, ruining my clothes like that."

"I am...I'm horrible...I play all quiet and innocent in school, but I like to be dark. Love...my dark side. Being vindictive, a bitch."

"Do you enjoy punishment?" Pushing in the two fingers in a swift motion Paris almost collapsed. "Knowing how much you pissed me off that first year?"

"I...I actually got hot to you...punishing my friends for sneaking out...it was something else."

"You were good that night. But not the rest." Lorelai was relishing everything, her shock in Paris's language quickly pushed aside because the cultured monotone being filled with such disobedience giving her such a challenge. "I never hit, but I do love to shame, Par. It's a rush to do something to make someone think twice before they mess with me." Her thumb turned counter-clockwise to circle as Paris braced her right arm against the fridge. "From now on, you soak my clothes only when I'm in front of you."

"No," Paris sneered out. "I'll think of you however I want, in whatever I want."

"Par...I'm serious." Her strokes went deeper, past the knuckle, a third slowly inching in.

"You're all talk!!"

"Oh, am I?" She pushed down the shirt, moved down to suck at Paris's left nipple, scraping at it lightly and suddenly, while down below she used her left hand to take the material of Paris's panties. She was intending to push them off to one side, but instead they tore at the seam and almost came apart as the force stressed the silk threads holding the garment together. Paris cried out loud, bumping her head against the fridge, the gall of the woman sending shockwaves through her system.

"You bitch!!" She scorned. "FUCK!!"

"I love that name, fits me well." Smiling up from her breast she lathed her tongue around the nipple, as Paris became a mess in front of her. She was gushing out small bits of arousal, her eyes rolled back in her head as the older woman turned her out like she never had been with Jamie. Soon she pushed in and out to meet the strokes, overwhelmed by her heated body. The loud gasps and moans quieted into a line of incomprehensible whinnying, Paris pushed hard against the fridge, her ass making an imprint against the door of the old workhouse of the Gilmore household. Lorelai pushed against her as the fridge shook in front of her, a box of Special K and an older can of Hills Bros. knocked down to the counter in the rush. Lorelai's eyes took on a lustful shade of cool blue, pushing out Paris's come with all that she could muster.

"Come on Par, come for me, spill out, baby. I want to feel you." Paris kept meeting her strokes.

"Wanna real bad, wanna come. I want you...Lor...Lor...fuck...damn..."

"You're so wet, so beautiful, very tight, you know how to do this..."

"I do...yes...yess...uggh...yes...please..."

"You have a nice tight slit, come on, do it. You want this, you need this. Something to think about for exams, please, want you to do this."

"Lor...roll faster...faster...faster..." She picked up the stroking, while her shirt rode up to expose her belly. Lorelai pushed it up, craving that skin-on-skin contact. This was all for Par, not for her. She just wanted the girl to feel comfortable as possible. "You look beautiful Lor...yes...oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, yesssss..."

"Come on, bad girl, get it, I'm ready for you, do it, come against me, I want you to."

"Your hands...so beautiful...slim...perfect...fucking me...fuck me please Lor, make me come, I beg."

Lorelai felt the clenching from Paris's walls begin. "You're almost, I'm going faster, spill...spill."

"I can feel it, oh crap!"

"So tight, so fucking tight, you feel so good!"

"Lorelai, oh God! I...I...fucking brilliant, fucking awesome, oh dear!"

"Come on..."

"Lor..."

"Par..."

"Gonna...come..." Her eyes tightened hard, her calves stretched out as she braced her foot and rear against the fridge door. "God...oh God...ohh...uhh..." She hyperventilated deeply as the torrents and waves began to rumble through her body. Never had she thought Lorelai could be such a commanding woman to her, giving her this pleasure and dominance. She bit her lip trying to hold back a scream, but her lungs filled deeply with air, forcing her exhalation out in a strangled gasp that she hoped wouldn't suggest Lorelai was murdering her with an axe.

The woman's pumping was heard within the echoing space, Paris dampened like she never had been before. She settled against the girl and offered her shoulder to settle her head on, expecting her to take it.

But even in her loss of focus, Paris wanted this to end on a note she didn't want to forget. She slid her left hand up to cradle Lorelai's head, and pushed her mouth against hers in a scorching kiss filled with all of those emotions she never found with Jamie at all. Their mouths opened, Paris was inviting of Lorelai's tongue and twisted hers around as if desperate for the woman. Her throat reverberated full force as the orgasm flowed through her small body. Her muscles were tight as the endorphins took effect, extending her pleasure while she kissed her favorite Chilton parent deeply, almost in a possessive manner. She pushed in and out slowly against Lorelai, elongating the pleasure as long as she could before the effect of her orgasm began to dissipate. She puffed in and out against Lorelai's mouth, her breaths quick, while Lorelai let her other hand settle against her chest to take in the pounding heartbeat of the young woman.

"There we go. That's it, let yourself unwind, this was wonderful, right?"

"Uh-huh." Paris was quiet, overwhelmed by the recent occurrences. "Yes, good." Slowly Lorelai drew out of her, knowing the connection was almost umbilical as she brought the girl to release.

"Easy, easy, just let yourself settle." She pushed Paris's damp hair out of the way, resting her forehead on hers, doing what she could to keep her from short circuiting. "I really didn't think you'd be that all wound up."

"I...didn't...either." Paris couldn't think straight as she came down from her euphoria, surprised with even herself as to how much Lorelai got to her. "Oh dear." She felt a bit mortified standing in the kitchen with Rory's room right in her view, pushing her damaged panties back across her as much as she could, though a portion sunk from the tear.

Lorelai pulled away from her and she almost slid to the ground against the refrigerator, only to be kept up while Lorelai retrieved a chair from the table and had her crumple onto it. She was completely and utterly relaxed, nothing weighing on her mind. Exams were as distant as her college graduation to her, and for once she didn't care that hours of precious study time were spent instead with a woman she used to loathe for having better luck than she did in life.

She groaned, closing her thighs as Lorelai licked the dripping arousal from her fingertips, savoring the taste of her intimacy like a gummy bear. "Can I ask again why Jamie never went down on you?"

She rolled her eyes, annoyed by him. "It wasn't proper."

"For a Princeton student he's pretty stupid." Lorelai laughed, grabbing a dish towel to wipe the remainder from her fingers before washing her hands. "You are a sexual dynamo, honey! Rory goes on as if your sexual matters are like a root canal, but you've been hiding this wild side from everybody." Washing her hands, Paris pushed up her sweatpants and began to re-dress as she talked to Lorelai as if finally, someone got her.

"I've always been wild," she shared. "But with the parents, academics and everything I stay out of the spotlight. I can't draw attention to myself or really go beyond the pale. Jamie just happened to come at the right time to give my parents something good to say about me that doesn't have the word GPA or 'First Team' within it." Lorelai sat down next to her, pushing newspaper sections out of the way.

"I can't imagine. You have yourself sealed up, and you can't let anyone in."

"It's frustrating, really. I have all these thoughts over the years about things I'd like to try, but once I finally get a boyfriend, he doesn't want to explore. Like, I wanted to try some long lovemaking, right? Not all night, but something like three, four hours, slow mini-orgasms leading up to big ones, no patch of flesh unkissed. I want to try that. But Jamie just wanted to stick it in me and get done."

"I haven't had that in years," Lorelai admitted. "My guys are all about that too, they don't care about us. I really hate to fake but I've done it more often than I've come from someone else." She looked down at the table, admitting a result of last night. "Before we were in that classroom, the last time I felt 'happy'? When I said yes to Max's proposal and we celebrated."

"That can't be good for you."

"Imagine, two years between an induced orgasm. You wonder why you made me scream so loud!"

"Lorelai," she demurred. "I'm not that good. From what Jamie suggested, I was just short of average."

"From what I could feel last night, his definition of average means that Marie Curie's discoveries were on par with the ad guy who came up with the Lucky Charms song!" She looked at Paris seriously, just feeling so much for the girl, proud that for once she could be the one to give her some happiness. "I know you really hate to gloat and that you'd just think you're good in bed, that you'd much rather that passion goes into your schoolwork or how you edit the paper. But that back-and-forth we had last night as we talked, that subtle flirting and what followed after that, that amazing sex we weren't both expecting of all going into that evening." She took Paris's hand, a kinship beginning to bond them together. "It's not easy for me to say that there's a connection, ever. I've dated on and off for years, but I don't know that I've felt such a spark with any guy that I have with you over the last couple of weeks. Since that day I've doubted that I was right, and I was sure that the classroom was a one time thing. Just expending stress, going forward from there, having that one moment where the Tetris pieces connected in the right way and we had the line piece thingy fall into the hole." She shook her head, wondering why she came up with such odd analogies. "But it's clear that there's something between us. That, and you're really, really, as you said in your own words about me... 'fucking brilliant'."

Paris felt an unexpected swelling in her stomach at Lorelai's speech. She was surprised to know that the woman also felt a building connection with her. "So...you agree with me?"

"I think I do."

"That you don't want to leave it here, and that you do want to explore this further."

Sighing, Lorelai felt a bit guilty about what would soon be stopping them, yet looking into those deep eyes she knew that she was tired of not having somebody to comfort her. She was also sure that with Rory heading to Harvard, Paris was going to isolate herself wherever she attended, that she'd be scared of making a new best friend, only to have them brush her off for being too intense. But the lure was too strong. Paris was a wonderful young woman, someone she knew like her daughter would make a difference out in the world. She just needed that push of encouragement to think that she could be more than she thought she was.

The solemn tone of her voice was unlike Lorelai, but when it came to a serious decision, she had to be dead-set on it to use it.

"If I regretted this one bit, this would have been goodbye for us. But I can't do that. Not after last night." Lorelai moved her chair close to meet Paris eye-to-eye. "I'm...I know that you have your college search, getting your nanny settled in Boise, figuring out your majors in the way. I've got the inn and backpacking in Europe to worry about. And I know the last thing either of us want to be is a...a..."

Paris completed the sentence. "Dirty little secret."

"That, yes." Lorelai hated saying the words, the entire phrase filled with deceit and trouble. "I'm...sorry."

However, the girl seemed to know what to say. "Don't be sorry. It's just the way things have to be for now, there's too much going on for us."

"But I'm just afraid that this might be it, even though I want more. That by the time we get back--" She was interrupted by Paris softly leaning into her, drawing her into a slow buss that showed the warm passion the schoolgirl felt for the woman. She ran her fingers through her curled dark hair, and the way she touched the woman soothed her right back down.

"Lorelai, I'm unsure about my college at this point, but I can be certain it won't be west of the Appalachians."

"Paris, don't do that, I--"

"I have to stay close to home, and not because of you. I feel like if I head to a Western university, I'll lose sight of who I am, who I want to be. I don't want to come back home and have lost all of my ideals because they aren't compatible with a sorority's. New England Is my home, and I want to stay because what if something happens to my family? If I end up at Cornell, fine, I can deal with that. But not at Stanford."

"Rory said that you had an app in there though. Also at UCLA and Arizona State. She even said you were considering Nebraska."

She sighed, feeling bitter at the girl for revealing her secrets. Frowning, she cleared things up. "That's because my adviser suggested I throw in some apps just in case. They are nowhere near my radar though. God, what does think I am, a cold bitch willing to abandon everybody? Is that how she really thinks of me? That because Harvard rejected me, I'm going to flip off the entire fucking Ivy League? I have family here, my life revolves around New England, I could never imagine leaving this area so I could go on some 'finding myself' bullshit journey." She began to cry, bringing Lorelai close to her. "Despite what she thinks, how unsettled I am about choosing a school, I have acceptance letters from schools that are within a 300 mile radius of the Manor. Those are the only schools I'm considering. I just want to make sure that when I choose, I'm of sound mind and body, not acting on emotion or anything. Which pretty much rules out anything within the 128."

"Nothing in Boston, then."

"It's too close. I can't be in a place where a school my heart was set on rejected me."

"I can understand that, then." Lorelai wrapped around her, knowing that though Rory was pushing her friend away, she was willing to pull her in. "So, this is what you really want. You want to attempt to have something with me, the crazy old woman."

"I do," Paris said with certainty. "Even if you are neither crazy, nor old."

"You don't have to flatter me, Par," Lorelai said, curling her voice and smiling at her. "You are half my age and I can tell already you're going to age like a fine wine. The day you turn fifty you'll still look as beautiful as you did at sixteen."

"Lorelai, have you been latently crushing on me?" She giggled at the idea that her bitter self at that age was sexy. "Come on, I looked horrible!"

"Well, a few days after that thing where you watched me kiss Max, I had a dream. We had a three-way..." Paris reeled back.

"Oh, no, no, no! Medina is so far from my type, never, ever would I consider him! I mean...why would he have a brick wall in his apartment? When you told me that...yuck! Your poor back!"

"Let me finish. We had a three-way...for a minute or two. Then you overpowered him, he left and...I imagined you looking how you did in bed last night, and you were beautiful, daring, sexy. It was very odd, but I woke up and just thought 'wow, if only she was like that in real life'. Little did I know that's how you'd be last night."

"So...you were prepared for this?" Paris smiled. "I guess I can tell you I've always thought of you like Anne Bancroft in The Graduate. You're beautiful, seductive, and independent. You have a daughter. And...you did try to seduce me, Ms. Gilmore." Lorelai shuddered as she used that Mrs. Robinson tone of voice. She nipped at Lorelai's lip and pulled away, the two women teasing each other mercilessly.

"Par?" Lorelai's voice was a whisper.

"Mm-hmm?"

"You are truly the most stubborn and incorrigible girl I've ever met."

"I better be, I'm the only girl you've ever really had," she proclaimed boastfully.

"Please, get in the shower," Lorelai begged. "If we continue like this, I swear I might not be responsible for what I'll do next."

"What would you do next?" Paris challenged.

"Leave a hickey that you'll see. Even under the collar of your uniform." Paris rolled her eyes and got up, dizzy from the insinuation. She had a bruise on her shoulder, and a few love nips on her breasts already. She was marked and being so drove her crazy. Being in bed alone was going to be interesting for her over the next week, being able to trace each of the bites. Though she was glad to know her own love bites were all over Lorelai's breast and down her navel and lower.

Jokingly she lobbed her new favorite nickname at the woman. "Bitch." After a goodbye kiss on her cheek, she then turned around to walk towards the bathroom, thankful that she was cooled down enough that she wouldn't touch herself while she cleansed. Lorelai grabbed the Sunday comics while ogling the girl as she walked towards the hallway to the bathroom. Peeking out as she opened the page up, she couldn't help but enjoy the view.

"Tease," Lorelai said, and then proceeded to read the newest adventures of the inhabitants of Apartment 3-G and try to figure out Slylock Fox's newest mystery, her mind still stuck on the girl. I swear, she's a sparkplug, she thought, hoping they would meet one last time before she headed off to Europe.

* * * * *

"Home, Henrico." Forty-five minutes later with much trepidation, the Gellar town car pulled out of the gravel driveway of the Gilmore home. Paris, who had been a total wreck when she got out fourteen hours before, was much more composed and calm in the eyes of her long time driver, and he was glad to finally let her know what happened to Jamie after he dropped her off.

She loved the staff of her family, and how much they had her back. Speaking through the intercom, the driver let her know he made Jamie's night a living hell. "I told him to take a bus back up to the Manor to get his car."

"Henrico!"

"What, I dropped him off at a park and ride in Meriden! So he had to wait a half-hour, but I wanted to get home!"

"But how did you get him out of the car?"

"Simple...$20 a mile, you get to the Manor to pick up your car. I was so surprised he didn't take me up on my kind offer!"

"You're worse than a cab to LaGuardia. I'm disappointed in you, Hen!" Smiling, she offered her own solution. "Why not $50?"

The kind driver laughed. "I should've just told him to hand me his AMEX. I'd take good care of it!"

"My hero, the driver!" She was glad to be rid of her 'excess baggage' and rested against the door of the car, totally relaxed and refreshed. "His car wasn't very impressive to begin with. A Miata? Come on! I can't get that thing up to 120 in ten seconds like the 911."

"I was wondering what you saw in him. He'd probably get behind the wheel of your baby and cry like one because he could never drive it like you do." Turning onto the expressway, they continued to talk about the night, with Henrico covering for her with her mother by saying Jamie treated her badly and she stayed overnight in a hotel. Paris shared as much as she could about Lorelai without broaching any of the intimate details and painted a glowing picture of the woman. Henrico was happy for her that she was able to get her frustrations out with somebody and noted she looked much less stressed than the night before.

Tired, Paris prepared to take a little nap for the half hour drive back up to the Hartford Hills and turned off the intercom and put up the dark partition...

Then her phone rang. Taking the little device from her bag, she flipped open the screen to see who was calling. Hitting the send button, she answered the phone...

"You know," the voice at the other end said, "I've been all through my room and I can't find them!"

"What's that, Ms. Gilmore? Sorry, we're heading into a tunnel, I have to call you back!"

"Tunnel schmunnel! I'm sitting here in my bedroom and thinking 'you know, she tossed them somewhere and I know where they landed.' But no, I go to look there, and there's nothing. There's carpeting, my throw, that horrible book Michel pawned off to me to read about nine years ago I never gave back to him because, eh, why bother. But I didn't find them."

"Find what?"

"You know what!" She sighed. "It took me a half-hour to work for the money to buy them at Target and they made my ass look so adorable and gave me that 'oh wow, you're cute and wacky' reaction when I sleep with someone. At least I thought they would until you were all 'oh, you're a wonder woman, Lorelai Gilmore, you're inspiring, like Geraldine Ferraro or Hillary Clinton' and then you went down on me. And now I'm looking for them and I can't find them!" She directed a pout over the phone. "I'm actually cleaning my room! I haven't done that in six months but one trip over something and it's like I have to baby-proof myself from being taken out by a vindictive sparkly top."

"So, what can't you find again?" Paris repeated. "I can't seem to recall taking anything of yours with me besides your clothes and a pair of slippers..." She reached in her purse, letting her fingers linger across a red, white, blue and yellow garment. "Oh, how did these get in here?"

"What got in there?"

"I have no idea; it's that I'm weirdly not willing to describe over a cellular phone line...Wonder Woman!" She felt downright evil...and she loved it.

"Paris Eustachia Gellar! How dare you hold my panties for ransom!"

"You still have mine, and you tore the ones I'm wearing!" Paris shot back. "You didn't seem willing to part with them."

"And you still have my skirt! You now own an entire outfit of mine. What are going to do next, purchase a brunette wig, blue contacts and high heels while learn how to talk quick and witty and learn how to run an inn? I swear, if this is an effort to steal my identity--"

"What, you'll tie me up using the Lasso of Truth?" Paris was really having fun with the woman. "It would be kind of useless though, but kind of kinky."

"Oh God, I have my daughter coming home in fifteen minutes. I do not need to think of you all tied up. Geeze, you're giving me hot flashes here!"

"But it gives you an excuse though. You can't get away from me, Lor. Your borrowing my clothes gives me an excuse to have you come over. Now we just need to justify a reason to do so."

"I'm down on my knees right now--"

"Wishing you could get me off?"

"Damn, I walked right into that one." Lorelai groaned. "I mean gathering up my clothes."

"Good, you'll be safer in there with your room clean."

"Actually, I need something to take my mind off from you...with my panties...doing things with them...oh, heaven help me."

"I am rubbing my fingers against them right now. They're soft and comfortable, like you are."

"If I don't go to bed thinking of us you're going to be insulted. I can tell." She shook her head. "In all seriousness though, thank you for coming to me. It means so much to be respected in that way to give you advice. That's why I actually called."

"You're welcome, Lorelai. I just feel so much better now that Jamie is out of my life. Like this is a fresh start. This year's been bad, but there's still another half of it to go, so it can still be saved."

"I'll be there whenever you need someone to talk to," Lorelai assured as Paris looked out from the window. "I know how it is to have parents like yours, and that the staff isn't always enough. If there's anything you need, or want, you've got my cell."

"I really appreciate that, Ms. Gilmore." She felt at ease, feeling a bit emotional. "Thank you for all you've done for me through this tough time. If you hadn't been there, I don't know where I'd be. Probably gloomy and dark."

"That's how I felt when Chris dumped me, but I got over it. But I had to do it alone, without help. I didn't want to talk about it with anyone here so I just sucked it all in, and it was a horrible feeling to have. I had a kid...you have college and a whole five-generation thing to leap over to define yourself. You're going to need so much support, and you shouldn't have to go through it alone. Or with the Gruesome Twosome."

"Would you believe the girls want me to just suck it up and attend UConn?"

"No, I don't believe that. I thought they wanted you to go to a beauty school."

"That was their second choice, before 'marrrying an old Pfizer exec and living off his money.'"

"Eww. You with an old man, not a good thought."

"Oh, so you as an old lady would rather I stay with the likes of you?"

"Paris, dear, I am not an 'old lady'. I'm what you would call, 'blissfully aging well.'"

"Or blissfully in denial," she off-handed. "I don't see many women in the PTO thinking they can wear Wonder Woman panties."

"I have told you I have no shame, right?"

"Many, many times. Somehow I'm glad that you don't, it would turn you boring."

"No, see, if I had some shame, I'd still wear things like Hello Kitty and Scooby Doo, I'd just be making sure I'd be wearing baggy stuff beneath it to counterbalance the shame with the want to dress that way."

"So we've established you've dressed as a flirt," Paris stated. "How do I dress then?"

"Simple and sexy," Lorelai responded. "You tease more with your words than anything else. It's devious though, because you hide your Venus-like body behind all those uniforms and turtlenecks. Once that's off, you're almost impossible to resist."

The girl blushed, sliding down as far as she could, unbelieving of her lover's words. "Ms. Gilmore, I'm not like that, at all. Don't compare me to someone like that, please."

"It's the truth, though. I see your friends and it's like you're the hidden jewel in the group. So shy and self-conscious, but yet when I get you in the right spot, you're no lamb at all. You're a downright lioness."

"You're just saying that--"

"It's like RAWWWR!! Last night you came onto me all cool, collected, wanting to massage my ankle. A half-hour later I'm all scraped up and sore, in a lovely way. You are, as my staff described about certain guests who were loud at the Inn and required earplug handouts to other guests, one bed-pounding hot mama!"

"That's so uneducated!"

"What, I can't censor my co-workers!"

"But it's flattering." She giggled. "And you were good...for someone twice my age."

"What if I was your age?"

"You'd kill me because we'd still be in your bedroom without any sleep."

"Damned straight. Get used to it, I'm a sex freak."

"Not for the next week," Paris moaned disappointedly. "Exams starting at 8am sharp and going to Thursday, then six days of rehearsals, award ceremonies, scholarship collections and meetings, parties with the family and other students. By the time I get to graduation on Wednesday I'll be glad when I can sit down and scream in relief that it's all done."

Lorelai felt for the girl, and made her an offer. "Do you need me to call? I'm sure I could make a few through the week."

"If you want to. I could use the boost at times. Just, we'd have to plan carefully. Not while Rory's around, not while my parents or Madeline and Louise are with me."

"That's why we have voice mail. If I can't talk, I can leave messages."

"Good thinking." She curled up on the seat, feeling the need for a nap. "Also don't be shy about texts. Need something to keep me sane."

"You're just looking for an excuse to use the vibrate function."

Paris's throat caught in shock. "I am not! It's not even that powerful!"

"They actually have jelly things where you put the phone in one end and then you put one end up your--"

Paris rushed to interrupt her, beyond embarrassed. "Ms. Gilmore, may I remind you that I'm in your sweatpants, sitting on Italian leather that cost $4,000 to upholster. I would rather remain dry for the remainder of my ride."

"Fine, fine. I'll let you go shortly without any more teasing. Although I should because you're holding my clothes hostage."

"Do you really want to come by and have tea with my mother in order to get them back?"

The girl had a point, she had to stay incognito, and she'd rather have Rory just assume it was a quiet night at home. "Fine, you can have them for now. But don't stretch my shirt out."

"I won't."

"I know you won't, because I'll have a microscope with me when you bring them back to make sure."

"Geeze, it's not like I'm lugging a triple size under my bra. The shirt is 2XL, it'll be fine."

"You never know, the next time I see you, those things might have grown above D and into E."

"Oh God, I am not going to talk about my teenage development with you over the phone. I've been that big since I was fifteen; they haven't changed since then. Seriously."

"I'm just joshing. A joke, Par. You know, funny ha-ha."

"I know." Paris smiled, getting ready to let her go. "I'll treat your clothes like they were my own and you'll have them back in perfect condition."

"Thank you."

But she sprung a surprise on the woman. "But I keep the panties."

"Paris!"

"You do owe me. Twice."

"Fine, you win." She shook her head, smiling at the girl's soft nervous laughter. "Bye-bye, Venus. Have a great week. Talk to you soon."

"I like the name, it fits me, strangely enough." Her voice was light as she signed off. "Talk to you later, Wonder Woman."

"Bye."

"Goodbye."

Closing the phone, Paris felt at her most serene since the day student government began and Francie conspired against her back. In one week she would just have to worry about choosing her college, and her summer was completely open. No Jamie, no beach house, and best of all, no being stuck in a university south of Trenton featuring mob movie rejects. Life is good, she thought, putting the phone back in her bag.

She thought once again about everything that happened, the discussions, how she worked it out, and how her 'one time thing' was becoming much more than that. She wasn't thinking of the word 'complicated' at all, knowing for now they could both break apart without much of a consequence. She also wasn't ready to define herself under a label. For now, she was still Paris, possible Chilton valedictorian, not a lesbian. Her thoughts had always wandered towards more respect and admiration for the opposite sex, but since Lorelai was truly her first female crush, she had to know before she could know that she was either an "L" or a "B".

For now though, her focus would go back to exams, and the comfort of the woman in Stars Hollow when she needed it the most. Maybe this is the start of something. Or maybe not. But if it is, I'm ready for the journey. The Hartford skyline in the distance, Paris prepared for what she thought would be the most interesting two weeks of her life. It was going to be a fight to the finish, but whatever happened, she knew one thing; she was now calm and collected, and Lorelai pushed her eyes back on the prize.

Rory, prepare for war, she thought, ready to teach the girl that she may have let her guard down with her mother, but the v-slot was still up for grabs.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, Rory walked into the living room, seeing her mother watching one of the 129 HGTV decorating show clones, totally zoned out and bored. She was glad to see her again, although her night with Jess, she wondered if she put her mom to shame.

"Hey mom, how was your night?" Looking up from the couch, Lorelai responded to her.

"It was kind of quiet, boring, dull." Not noticed by the younger Gilmore was the bright pinkish glow along her cheeks, and the cheerful tone of her voice. "Paris came over, she dumped Jamie, I told her it wasn't the end of the world, she slept on the couch and left. Pretty much what you'd expect for her."

"I'll have to talk to her tomorrow," she said.

"Actually, I'd stay out of her way," the mother warned. "She doesn't really want to talk about it."

"Oh. Well, I guess if she just wants to forget it."

"She does, definitely." Rory plopped next to her mother and began to talk about her night with Jess, in lessened detail.

Not that it mattered to Lorelai. She knew exactly what Rory would say, so she paid little attention and recalled her night with Paris in her imagination, not saying a word and able to ignore the details of her daughter's seemingly hot (but from the details given, quite boring) evening.

I'm not forgetting this, she told herself as she recalled Paris's flirting before they kissed again. I may have the smart one, but Paris, you're definitely the sensual one. Her smile never left her face through all of Rory's words, a reflection of the peace she felt after another night with her favorite new little bitter blonde. She also decided that Bananarama song about Venus was kind of awesome.

To be continued...