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Author's note:
So, this is a 3 part story … of course it is. We know what Emily's & -mainly- Richard's answers were when Lorelai asked them.
So be good and review and instead of giving you a cookie this time, I'll post a new chapter.
Muahahahaha! Yes, I'm evil. … In a good way. ;o).

RICHARD: … Lorelai, Rory, your grandmother and I have reconciled. We are officially back together.
RORY: Really? Oh my God! (She hugs them.) That's great! I'm so happy.
LORELAI: When did this reconciliation happen?
Yesterday…

"I'll make arrangements to get your car to the shop tomorrow." His voice was soft. She could feel that he was sorry even though he didn't say it.

"Thank you." Emily wanted to say more, wanted to tell him that it had been a mistake and that she wanted him back, but she couldn't. He'd have to make the first step, that's what she had promised herself in all those restless nights when she had argued with herself wether she should just go to the pool house and ask him to come back or not.
She had been reasoning with herself quite often lately. Every time she woke up at night, thinking it had been a bad dream and rolled over, just to find a cold, empty spot on the side of the bed where he used to lay before her tears blurred her vision. It had physically ached to not be able to be close to him.
Looking down at her hands she bit her tongue once more.

Richard tried to think of something to say, stating the next best thing that came to his mind, just to keep on talking to her, "You might want to re-think that lease, though." Pausing for a moment, he hoped his voice wouldn't betray him.
He still felt sorry for what he had done. But seeing Simon McLane standing there, next to her car, smiling down at her with this slick smile, like the hungry wolf that he was, he hadn't been able to stop himself.
He wanted to take her in his arms, to just touch her but his well trained self discipline prevented him from giving in. She wouldn't want it and he knew that stopping himself from touching her hurt his heart much less than having her push him away. "Are you sure you're feeling all right?"

How she wanted to say no.
She wanted to cry and tell him that she missed him, wanted him to put his arms around her and tell her everything was fine again. Instead she heard herself say, "I'm fine." Her mind silencing her heart once more, even though she felt it bleeding.
It was too late to say she wasn't. He would go back to the pool house again and she wouldn't see him for days, ending up trying to find some silly excuse to meet him, even if it was just to match their schedules.
Emily thought of the last time they had done that. Never before had she recognized how awfully long the dining room table was. He had been so far away and when he had asked her if she'd like more water, she had nodded because she just wanted him to come over and stand next to her. To be close to him. Even if it was only for a moment.
Now he was moving away again. So far away.

Richard took a step away from her and stopped. He couldn't go on; he couldn't make himself walk away from her. It was wrong, it had been wrong from the very beginning and he wanted to end it. His shoulders sagged while his bruised pride fought a silent battle with his lonely heart; his emotions made his voice shake slightly, "I don't want to go back to the pool house."

Her heart puckered up in her chest. She held her breath for a moment, her mind racing. It was now, he wanted to come back, he asked her to let him, it was his way of saying he was sorry and he missed her. Her heart was on her tongue, "Come home." It felt like an eternity before he finally turned around.

Hearing those two words made his heart stop for a second. Did she really say them? Was it his imagination? He turned around and looked at her, not moving from where he was standing.
Their eyes met and all the locked up emotions they had both been having were exchanged in one glance.
Richard closed the distance between them, taking her into his arms, crushing her to him. It was as if time stood still and fast-forwarded in the same moment.

Being back in his arms felt wonderful. She clung to him, in desperate need to be as close to him as possible, to just feel him. Feeling his hands caressing her back, his breath on her hair, hearing his heart beat wildly in his chest when she pressed her head against it; it felt like home.
Emily felt tears sting in her eyes; they felt so different from before. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried from happiness, but in this moment she didn't care. All that was important was that she was back in his arms. In his strong, protective arms where she belonged. Tightening her arms around him, she breathed in his scent. He was back.

He kissed her hair, bending down to kiss her forehead, glad when she lifted her head from his chest to look up at him.
All there was was she.
The most beautiful, perfect woman there had ever been for him. And she was his. Richard saw the tears in her eyes, smiling because he knew exactly why they were there, his own tears spilling over when his grin widened.
She brought one hand up to brush it over his cheek. Returning his smile, her eyes dropped to his lips before she gently brushed her thumb over them.
Emily swallowed hard, her pulse racing when she pushed herself up on her toes, bringing her face closer to his. She hesitated for a moment, almost afraid before touching his lips with hers.

The world exploded around them in shards of color and light when their lips finally met.

He quickly parted her lips with his tongue, eagerly exploring her mouth, tasting her deeply.
Emily moaned into his mouth, his touch took her breath away; she didn't fight him when she felt him push her back against the closed front door. She wanted to feel him, to be his again like so many times before, no matter where or how, just now. Sliding his heavy coat down his arms, she expertly undid his bow tie and flung it aside, letting his white silk scarf follow seconds later. She opened his jacket and pulled his shirt from his trousers while she felt him lifting up her skirt, grabbing her thighs. Emily raised one well-trained leg up to clasp it around his thigh, rubbing herself against him, not breaking their kiss while his hands roamed over her body.

His kisses were as hungry as hers, his hands blindly searching for a way to get under her clothes.
Richard pushed her coat off her shoulders and helped her shrug it off quickly. Freeing her from her top and bra, he once again pushed her against the heavy wooden door.
Eagerly touching every inch of exposed skin, he disengaged his lips from hers. Trailing kisses down her throat he heard her moan his name; it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back against the door. She didn't know if it was the cool wood against her naked back or his kisses that caused her goose bumps, but when he knelt down in front of her, his mouth tracing invisible patterns on the smooth skin of her belly she stopped thinking. Entangling her hands in his hair, she looked down, watching him while he ran his hands up and down her long legs and under her skirt, teasing her through her pantyhose and panties.

He couldn't get enough of her; the way she smelled, the way she felt, the way he felt the muscles under her skin tighten when he touched her. Richard didn't want to wait any longer, he couldn't, and the fact that she was wearing pantyhose didn't really help him get any calmer. It was another barrier on his way to her skin and he didn't want to take the time to peel it off her, like he had done so often in the past.
He pulled the flimsy material away from her skin with both hands and tore it open at the crotch, quickly pulling her panties to the side to finally feel her against his fingertips.

For once in her life she was glad he did, not caring about anything but the feel of his hands on her. She smoothed back his hair, taking in a sharp breath when she felt him kiss the inside of her thigh before he stood up to crush his mouth to hers once more. The tenderness of his hand stood in hard contrast to the roughness of his kiss; she couldn't think clearly, her need to feel him growing with each time their tongues touched.
Emily's hands were shaking while she fumbled with his belt. Finally opening it, she smiled against his lips when she heard him groan as she let her fingers slid into his trousers to touch him before she unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning her against the door, rubbing himself against her. Emily moaned his name, not moving her arms when his hands let go of her to trail down her sides before resting on her hips as he continued his movements.
She snuck her arms around his neck when she felt his hand brush down her thigh, grabbing the back of her knee, pulling it up. Another breathless moan escaped her lips while his mouth left hers to bite her neck, "Take me Richard."
She didn't want to wait any longer; it had been so long already. Shifting her pelvis, she moaned when she felt his erection touching her sensitive skin.
He looked deep into her eyes, breathing heavier than usual, his longing for her visible in his gaze. She took his face in her hands and kissed him lightly, whispering, "Take me" while teasing him by withdrawing her lips from his again and again, mumbling against them, before he couldn't take it any longer and pushed his body forward, entering her without warning, taking her by surprise.

She felt good. Soft and warm, just like he remembered.
Just the way he had imagined every night he had missed her. He pushed into her again, lifting her off the ground while his mouth covered hers in another passionate kiss.
Emily locked her legs behind him, pulling him closer against her. It was even better than she remembered, the sheer knowledge of having him inside of her made her skin burn, the feeling of his hot flesh moving against hers, the way he held her up without any effort, made her realize how much she had missed him all over again. Her eyes were closed when they broke their kiss, both breathing rapidly, his forehead pressed to hers as he quickened his movements, her moans getting louder with every thrust. She could feel the now warm wood of the door sliding against her back, the fabric of his shirt against her skin adding to the sensation he created within her.

Richard felt his climax build while he enjoyed the feel of her smooth skin against his loin. He remembered all the other times he had touched her, had made love to her, but it had been ages since he had taken her like this. He felt the muscles in her thighs tighten while he thrust into her again and again. The smell of Chanel No. 5 mingled with her own special scent was forever embedded in his mind. How he had missed it. How he had missed her.
He wanted to show her just how much and he would.
Richard had dreamed of taking her, of making love to her, but taking her against the front door had never entered his mind.
Her breath tickled his neck when she tightened her embrace. Burying his face in her hair, he moaned her name, almost sorry when he couldn't stop himself from coming.

The moment she felt his release spilling into her, Emily came for the second time. She tightened her arms and legs around him, pressing her forehead against his shoulder while waves of pleasure soared through her body, leaving her gasping for air. She felt him leaning into her and smiled against his shoulder while still trying to calm her breathing.
Lifting her head up, she brushed her cheek against his, taking in a deep breath, enjoying the familiar smell, she brought her lips close to his ear, "Welcome back." kissing the spot right under his earlobe. Her comment made him chuckle, causing his body to shake slightly.
Turning his head, he kissed her forehead, whispering, "I love you, Emily Gilmore."

She looked up at him, her heartbeat quickening slightly when their gazes met. Emily's smile widened, words failing the usually so quick-witted woman. She leaned forward to kiss her husband lovingly.
Brushing his hands over her thighs, he took a small step away from the door, reluctantly extracting himself from her. He helped her stand on her own feet again.
Still a little unsteady, she watched him readjust his trousers while she pushed her skirt down, shivering now that his body didn't warm hers anymore. Richard took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, smiling at her, he winked, "I'm glad the maid already went home."

She giggled, slipped her arms through the much too large sleeves of his jacket and reached down to pick up their coats from the floor. Hanging them up she felt him standing behind her before he snuck one arm around her slim waist, kissing her neck. "Bed?"
Emily leaned back against him, enjoying his closeness. "Bed," she nodded, turning in his embrace to kiss him.
He grinned, kissed her cheek and held out their discarded clothes to her, "Hold that."
Furrowing her brow, his wife took the bunch that contained her blouse and bra as well as his bow tie and silk scarf from him, glancing up at him questioningly. Kissing her again, his lips were still on hers when he suddenly lifted her up in his strong arms, grinning when she let out a surprised gasp.
"Richard!" she laughed throwing one of her arms around his neck while she held their clothes in the other.
He grinned down at her while he climbed up the staircase, "You didn't think I was already finished with you, did you?"
Emily giggled, "Let me live."
Stopping in front of their bedroom, he put her down, turning her towards him, kissing her gently, "Promised."

Coming next:

…And last night…

Author's note (Yes, I'm quite chatty today):
So this was 1 of 3. Hope you liked it.
I'll dedicate it to 'Emily&Richard4ever' - sidenote: STOP USING CAPITALS; IT'S RUDE TO SHOUT AT PEOPLE! ;o) Nah, just teasing.
But if you go on like this I might need a hearing aid soon.
Thanks to Elizabeth, my faithful beta. I don't think I can live without you & your comments anymore. ... I don't really want to try it out, no, really. BIG hug to you! You rock!!