A/N: For those of you whom have been patiently waiting for "Gilmore Secrets" to return, I have bad news. The computer it was on has crashed. whinces...opens one eye causiously I'm so sorry! I was defraging it, and it crashed. (I'll never defrag another computer as long as I live!) Remember "The Bracebridge Dinner"? Well, Emily said Richard had been happy for the past two days. I was wondering what happened, and a story popped in my head! Emily POV, (as always) Enjoy!

Richard woke up this morning in a huff. He mummbled something in the bathroom while I was taking a shower, but I had soap in my ears so I couldn't hear. He nearly choaked himself when he tried to tie his tie, and slammed the door on the way out. I don't know exactally what's going on at that office, but it's not looking to good.

I'm sitting on the patio, enjoying the day when I hear a car drive into the garage. I walk over so I can see who it is, and hear the unmistakable whistle of my husband. He's whistling? And he's home early? Something must've happened for his mood to have lightened this much. I walk back inside and meet him at the door. "There you are!" He says putting his briefcase on the table, and pulling me into a tight hug.

"Richard, what are you doing home?" I say as he leeds us into the living room.

"I...um...I got the rest of the week off. Want some scotch?" He walks over to the drink cart and starts pouring himself a glass of scotch.

"Sure..." He's acting so wierd. Oh, well. At least he's happy. No complants from me.

"Something smell good. What is it?" Richard starts sniffing around like a dog.

"Richard, what are you doing?" He's getting a little closer, still sniffing like a dog.

"Something smells good. Ah...I think I found it." Richard's giving me that 'Mmmm...You're sexy' look

"Richard...What are you doing?" He's sitting next to me, stroking my cheek. "Honey, what's up?"

"You should take your hair down. It looks better that way." Richard starts taking my hair down and running his fingers through it.

"Richard, did you accedentaly take your little blue pill? You know, the little blue triangle?" Suddenly, he swoops down, and crushes his lips to mine. I yelp at first, but I relax into the kiss. I love the way he kisses me. So passionate, but...tender. I put my hands around his neck, fondling his hair. He pulls me close, and puts his fingers in my hair. Oh shit. I need air. I try to put away, but Richard pulls me back. I can't breathe! I push Richard off me, and try to catch my breath.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" He has way better lung capasity than me.

"Yeah...Just...couldn't breathe. Oh my God, your lung capasity 's gotten better over the years."

"Sweets, you gonna be alright?" He puts his hand on my back and rubbed it in little circles.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Next time I pull away, you're gonna hav to let me breathe. I'm not the one with the better lungs." He gives me a quick smile, scoops me up in his arms, and carries me upstairs. Once we're in our bedroom, he sets me down on the bed and closes the door.

"Richard," I say quietly, "what's has gotten into you?"

"Nothing's gotten into me, but I was hoping I could get into you." He gives me his look, and starts taking of his tie and shirt.

"Richard Allen Charles Michael Gilmore!"

"Yes, Emily Anne Louisa Renee?" He kicks off his shoes.

"You're terrible!"

"Well, thanks for the self-esteem boost!" He starts taking off his pants.

"Oh, you know what I meant, you..." I'm cut off by Richard's sweet lips capturing mine. We break the kiss shortly after it began, and Richard realizes I'm still dressed.

"Emily, my dear, this isn't going to work. You need to loose something, if not everything." Richard starts unbuttoning my blouse, as well as attempting to get my skirt off.

"Sweetie," I take his hand off my skirt, "I'll get the bottom, if you get the top."

"I can live with that." Ricard starts unbuttoning like this would be our last time, and we only had 15 minutes together. He finally gets my blouse off, (because stopping and swearing at it doesn't work), and gets to my bra. He's never been talented with the clasps, but this time he seems to manage. "Hey, Richard! That's a good bra!" I say as he throughs it across the room. (It barely missed the fire.)

"Yes, My Dear, it is. However, it's even better when it's off of you." He tenderly place kisses along my neck and shoulders, and continues his way down. When he reaches my abdomen, Richard flips me over, so now I'm on top.

"Gentle, baby. My old bak can't handle much of that." I say as he sucks gently on my neck.

"Your back is everything but old. You barely in your 60s, and that is not old." He looks up into my eyes, and I stare into his deep blue ones. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He looks down, and sees that he still has on boxers and I still have on my underwear. "Hmm..This isn't working out like I wanted it to." I can feel his...um...desire, pressing into my leg. "I can feel that."

"Now who's being the naughty one?" he says as he pats my behind playfully.

"Hmm...I guess that's me, isn't it?" I smile at him, and he just laughs.

"Oh, come here, you naughty Conneticut woman!" The phase 'Just Do It' takes on a whole new meaning, as Lorelai would say.

A/N 2: Yeah...It's a tad lemony. Ok, it's a lot of lemonade, but it's Pink Floyd's fault! He's depressing. (Did you know his real name is David Gilmore?) I promiss to update soon. I think this'll have three to five chapters. Reviews and reviewers are ALWAYS loved:-P

Branda