A/N: First time writing Gilmore Girls, after an obsessive re-watch in preparation for the revival. Not mine, etc. etc. Zero spoilers but definite speculation on the trailer and information from cast interviews. TW for discussion of pregnancy loss. Title from SYML.

There must be, Lorelai thinks, a list of all-time best kisses floating around out there somewhere.

And if there's not, there should be (important historical document, duh), and this kiss - the one that she's currently entangled in with Luke as much as her mind is racing a million miles a minute about lists and whether the charcoal is going to get all over her shoes and if anyone is going to notice them making out in the middle of the street - needs to go right to the top because it is record-breakingly amazing and that should be preserved for historical posterity. And bragging rights.

Luke's got his arms twined tight around her and he's so warm and solid and smells exactly the same and she's almost breathless from the intensity of it - from months of doing their awkward pining dance, trying not to get too much in each other's space - and it feels like it might swallow her whole, like she might burst out of her skin from wanting it so much. From wanting him.

But she needs oxygen more, and so she pulls away just enough to draw in a breath, Luke's forehead still resting against hers.

"Wow."

"Uh, yeah." Luke pulls further back, ducking his head, his smile almost shy. Lorelai can tell he's watching her, trying to gauge her reaction. "So -"

"I, um - I need to be with Rory tonight."

It's true, completely, but she still says it like an apology and hopes the I am not running telegraphs clearly through.

Luke nods. "Of course."

"But we'll talk." She takes another breath and presses her hands against his chest; the heat of him feels familiar and foreign all at once. "I want to talk about - about all of this. About us."

"Good." He covers her hands with his, squeezing them tight. "Me too."

Is this crazy? This is probably crazy. They've done this before; they've had the break-up and the epic, earth-shattering make-up kiss that left her dizzy but didn't really solve the problems they keep having, over and over, and why would this time be any different? Sure, Luke bought a boat, and she's changed too - for the better, she thinks, minus one quickie wedding/divorce - but is that enough to consider their baggage buried and not something they'll keep tripping over? Is it worth taking the risk?

Luke leans in and kisses her again, this time soft and gentle but with enough heat still behind it that Lorelai thinks she might just melt into a puddle of goofy, lovestruck goo all over the sidewalk (and wouldn't Taylor would love that).

"So we'll talk," he murmurs. "Tomorrow?"

His eyes look so bright, so hopeful ... so ready. It sparks something deep within her chest, warmth filling her up.

"Tomorrow. Promise."

It's worth it, she knows. It's so, so worth it.