This is set right after the end of the season one episode, " That Damn Donna Reed".

Possible Christopher/Lorelai or Lorelai/Luke

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That evening at the diner, she really wished Luke had kissed her. He had leaned so close, for a quick moment, she swore she heard the scare beating of his heart. Now she knew she had feelings for him.

And, of course, Christopher had to coming zooming down the street on his flashy red motorcycle. And then she had to see his face, after all those years of him being gone.

Bam.

She had forgotten how handsome he was. His sharply set mouth in its usual smirk, his fiery blue eyes, the pale lips that held her first kiss. The first man she ever truly loved. She paused for a moment, not able to control herself from looking him up and down a few times, before he took off with her daughter. Her precious Rory.

Of course she loved him. How could she let him slip her mind? But all the times he had left her alone still sat vivid in her mind.

But, there was still Luke. What about Luke? He was there, hovering at the back of her mind. She couldn't help herself. After the time she spent with him, she couldn't control herself.

Why couldn't he have kissed her?

" Lor?"

Chris' voice sounded by her side, raking her from her thoughts.

" Chris."

" Well, uh, do you wanna a ride?"

" On you motorcycle?"

Christopher blinked a few times. " Yes, not meaning anything dirty by that."

" Well, yes then."

" Alright." He reached to take the helmet off Rory's head, and gently handed it to Lorelai.

" Hop on."

She paused for a moment, before allowing a smile to slowly etch to her lips. She sat behind him after her helmet was secured on her head. Safety first. She snuggled close to him, and wrap her arms around his waist, taking time to place her chin on his shoulder.

" Ready?"

" Ready."

He shivered gently at the sound of her voice so close to him, as he drove forward. Her hair whipped against him, waving her sweet scent to him. He drew a sharp breath as her grip tightened around his waist.

" Lor?"

She took a moment to reply, not wanting to drift away from the emotions that were rushing through her. " Yeah?"

" You squeezing me way too hard." He wheezed, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.

" Oh… Oh! Right, right. Sorry.."

She felt her face redden, as she reluctantly loosened her grip, just as the bike stopped in front of Rory.

" Have fun?" The girl inquired, a hand placed on her hip as Lorelai removed the helmet from her head.

" Fun? Oh.. Yeah, yeah. Sure." Lorelai said quickly, pausing to hand Christopher the helmet. " Thanks." She said with a grin. " That was fun."

" Oh," Christopher smirked. " Anytime. I've…I've really missed you."

" You've… missed me?" She paused to release a slow sigh. " I've missed you too, Chris."

" How about a treat you two to dinner, hmm?" He changed the subject almost cheerfully, turning to face Rory. " Pizza sound good?"

" Oh, Chris, you don't have to-" Lorelai began, before her daughter promptly interrupted.

" Ooh, this way," The teen exclaimed, tugging sharply on her father's hand, before beginning to run down the street. " There's a great pizza place down the street!"

" Okay, okay! Don't get rough.." He laughed, running after her with a grin. " Lor… you coming, dear?"

Dear?

" Oh, yes babe." She followed after, grabbing his hand, and leaning close to his face. " C'mon."

He smirked, and leaned forward, his lips inches from hers.

" Dad, Mom, you coming?"

" Oh, Rory!" Lorelai willed herself, and smiled at her daughter, quickly dragging Christopher after her. " Yes, yes. Coming."

The joy of interruptions.

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" Lor?"

" Yeah, Chris?"

" How long has it been?"

" Since when?"

" Since we kissed."

" Since...we kissed?"

" ..Yes."

" I don't-"

In an instant, their lips were pressed together. His kiss was gentle and soft, her reply fierce with desire.

She began to un-button his shirt, but her pulled himself away, and gently pushed her away.

" Lor.. We've been away from each other for too long, and..." He sighed, and leaned forward to brush a hand through her dark curls. " You're beautiful, Lor, and I do want it...I do, but not now. Alright?"

She nodded, slowly, adjusting the wrinkles from her shirt, and blinking a few times.

What just happened?

" I...I'm going to bed. G'night, Chris."

" Good-night, dear."

Dear.