All character recognized from Gilmore Girls are not mine.

It was a very long day. A very hard long day. Emily tried all the time to control her emotions, not to show how she felt, but now she's at home, her home. The car trip from Yale was absolutely silent. Richard gave her some little gazes, but she didn't respond. All that she needed was to be alone, to be far from him. So now she was in their bedroom. Richard in his study. She never loved emotional breakdowns, but she can't help to feel the urge to cry. Going through the closet, she undressed, took her pajamas, and then went to the bathroom, entered and locked the door. Her face at the mirror could not say how much this situation hurt. She was glad that she was still able to hide her deep feelings to the others. Emily Gilmore was strong, she had to be strong, she was a Gilmore, and Gilmores never showed emotional breakdowns. How many times she had listened to this phrase, how many times Richard's mother told her that! But now nobody could see her, nobody could see tears rolling down her cheeks, her shoulders sobbing while her knees slipped down to the floor. She put her arms around her legs and stayed in that position for a long time, not able to stop the tears. When finally she regained her self control she opened the water in the tub and tried to relax a little. She was able to think only to the image of her husband lunching with her. Speaking with her. Accompanying her to the car, giving her a tender smile and perhaps a little kiss on the cheek. Why? Why did he done that to her? Why did he not care about her feelings? It's possible that he cheated on her in this way for….for all the duration of their marriage? It's possible they were not only lunches? Why did he want to remain connected with her? A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts.

"Emily, are you ok?"

"It's not your business."

"What?"

"I repeat, it's not your business."

"I'm your husband. It's certainly my business!"

A long silence.

"Open this door, now!"

"Don't you dare to talk to me in this way, Richard! Don't you dare!"

"Emily, please open this door. Talk to me. I need to apologize. I need you understand."

"There is nothing to understand, Richard. Nothing. Please let me alone."

"No Emily. I don't want you think there is something between me and Pennilynn. I need to explain…."

"Shut up Richard! I don't want to listen to you! Not now! Call her if you need to talk to somebody!"

Another long silence. She thought he probably was downstairs now, so she put a towel around her body, trying not to sobbing. Slowly she dressed with her white silk pajama, combed her hair and put some night cream on her face, looking at the mirror. Her eyes were still red. A tear rolled down her left cheek. Unlocking the door she felt helpless, vulnerable. She hated this feeling, but she couldn't help to be fragile. With her big surprise Richard was waiting for her. He looked very afraid, his eyes on hers. Nobody talked. Nobody moved. Their eyes still fixed on their faces. She couldn't ignore the situation and surrender to the urge to hug him, to let him hold her thigh. Not this time. It hurt too much! Turning herself to the closet she inhaled deeply. She was not in the mood to argue, so she decided to go downstairs. She was approaching the door when Richard stood up from the edge of the bed and spoke slowly:

"Emily, please sit down." She didn't turn to look at him, but she simply responded:

"It's late Richard. I go downstairs to control that the maid has finished cleaning the kitchen." She put her right hand on the handle.

"Emily the maid is gone home half an hour ago. Please look at me" He wanted to explain the situation to her wife. He didn't want she was angry at him like this. He needed let her know how much he felt sorry, and how much he loved her. He looked at her silhouette in the soft light of the nightstand lamp. She was so beautiful, so perfect. The perfect woman he always dreamed for. And she was her wife. How could he been able to hurt her, how could he been able to ignore her feelings? He hated himself for those stupid lunches. He needed to fix the situation now, he was absolutely worried by the possibility to lose her. To lose her love.

She turned her head to him, her eyes at the floor.

"Richard please let me alone. I'm not in the mood to discuss with you now. I wanted today was a good day with Lorelai and Rory, I would never have thought that my husband…. It's not important. I'm really tired. Please Richard." She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands on her laps.

Richard understood she was not angry at him. It was worse. She was hurt and resigned. He felt horrible. She was the love of his life, she has devoted her life to him. And he put her in this situation. To think that her husband liked another woman. Not exactly another woman, but the woman he wanted to marry before to meet her.

"Emily I'm sorry for all. I'm sorry for the lunches with Pennylinn. Please believe me, there was nothing more. We are only friends." He gave a little gaze to her, but she didn't notice that.

"I know I hurt you, your feelings. There are no justifications for my behaviour. Honestly I don't know why I acted like this. I thought only to myself. I'm sorry. I didn't mind to lie to you."

He tried to find the right words to let her know nothing happened, but she seemed not to listen to him. Her eyes were closed, her back completely stiffened. A long silence filled the room. It was hard for both of them to continue this conversation, but Richard knew very well that if he didn't fix the situation now, it would be too late.

"Emily I love you, don't doubt of that. I made a great mistake to meet her during these years, not informing you. I didn't want you to be angry. I simply wanted to be connected with a friend. She's nothing more then a friend. Emily, please look at me." He lifted her chin, to oblige her to meet his gaze.

"Emily she's nothing for me. I choose you more than forty years ago, and I never thought to have made a wrong choice. You changed my entire life. You showed me how many deep and passionate love could be. I'm nothing without you Emily, nothing. And I'm very sorry. Please forgive me."

He took her hands on his and squeezed them gently. Her eyes were filled of tears. She was absolutely speechless. Richard was a man of actions, not a man of words. Rarely has he spoken so openly to her. She was angry for his lies, but at the meantime she was grateful to him to have told her how much he loved her. She turned her head to her husband, looking at his mouth. Then she started to speak slowly, her voice a whisper.

"Richard you lied to me for all the duration of our marriage. I know I have not always been the perfect wife, but I think I didn't deserve this from you. It's hard for me to think at you lunching with her. She's not any woman, she's the woman you wanted to marry. She's the woman your mother loved and respected more than me. How many times she compared me at her. Pennilynn is more obliging, she's more educated. She's blonde and Richard has always liked blonde women. Your mother told me these things every time she could. She also told me that if you had married Pennilynn you could have had your male heir. That I was not a good mother, that I obliged Lorelai to run away…." Emily felt she was completely guard off. Her hands in a little shake.

"It's hard for me to accept that you Richard, the only person that loved me for who I am, wanted to be connected with her. It's like you needed to have her into your life to….to be complete."

All the emotions she had tried to hide overwhelmed her and she cried. Her small figure completely shaken from the sobs. Richard looked at her so afraid to be the cause of her pain. He reached her with his arms and tightened her in his embrace. She felt helpless, fragile, like a little girl. He lifted her chin and kissed lightly her mouth.

"Richard tell me you didn't…. you didn't made love to her." She asked worried about his possible affirmative respond.

"Oh Emily, no. I didn't made love to her. Never. Never. The only woman I made love in all these years is you Emily. It's impossible to desire any other woman when you have the most beautiful and sexy woman you met. And do you want to know the best part? The best part is that this perfect woman is mine, and only mine. I'm completely in love with you. You know?"

A little smile appeared on Emily's face. She shorted the distance between them a give him a tender kiss on the cheek.

"That means you forgive me?" He asked hopeful.

"Yes, that means I forgive you." She caressed his right cheek exactly on the spot where she kissed him just a moment ago.

"I love you Emily."

"I love you too."

She relaxed in his arms and he gently supported his head on hears. How much he loved his wife!

"Are you tired?" He asked with a mischievous look.

"I can say I'm not." He began to speak, but she cut him off brushing her lips on his. A shiver down her back confirmed her that she was hopelessly in love with that man. He deepened the kiss and started to unbutton her pajama top. She relaxed against the mattress and let him undress her. He slid the top off her arms and touched her silky skin, kissing her collarbone. He freed her from the rest of her pajama and underwear, and then he stood up and looked at her.

"You're gorgeous" He said and notice a light red on her cheeks. After so many years she was always so flattered from his compliments. He bended down and kissed her. His lips sucked hers, and then his tongue asked for entrance. She opened her mouth and her tongue met his. They played a passionate fight of love. She forced him to lie down on his back and undressed him as fast as she was able. She wanted him. She needed to feel the extraordinary sensation of him making love to her.

They rolled on her side of the bed and he traced and imaginary line under her chest with his fingers. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the touches on her skin. He massaged her breasts and kissed the spot between them. His right hand slipped down to her hips, and finally reached the spot between her legs. She moaned softly at this, and rolled her head on the right side. He slowly guided himself into her, taking her by surprise. She moaned loudly this time, feeling how he filled her completely in a few seconds, becoming one. He adored the way she moved behind him, her body responding in anticipation to his trusts. He caressed the side of her body and moaned when he felt her legs around his back, letting him fill her more deeply. She stood up a little to take his face in her hands and kissed his lips. He responded hungrily and moaned her name aloud.

Tock.Tock.

Tock.Tock.

They suddenly looked to each other and stopped to kiss.

Not now! Who could be knocking the door at this hour? The maid? No, she was gone at home hours ago. Perhaps she forgot something and she came back? Why on hell somebody came to their bedroom without announcing him?

They turned to the door and saw it opening.

Oh my God! Why she was here? Emily thought.

She was staring at them. They were completely naked, only the sheets around them. Their faces reddened because of their passion. Emily was so embarrassed.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's note: I'm sorry for my not perfect English. I'm Italian and I'm trying to improve it.