Suddenly she lets go of my hair and pulls me up to her by my shoulders. The fingers of her left hand slide down my back to my butt, her right hand disappear between us. Soon I feel her touching me, massaging my erection. She tries to push down my shorts, but the way I am lying over her makes this difficult. I get up, quickly stepping out of my boxers and climbing between her inviting legs again.

Lorelai wraps one arm around my neck now, cupping my face with her free hand. I look deeply into her eyes and this time I am bothered by her glasses, as they seem to create an artificial barrier between us. Carefully I lift up one arm and take them off. She lets it happen and I put them down on the table, as far away from us as possible. Somehow, I can't even explain why, this simple act is a signal of trust for me. I softly kiss her eyelids, the tip of her nose and then her mouth.

My erection pulsates longingly against Lorelai's pubic bone, nevertheless I hesitate to enter her. It might sound stupid, especially because she is obviously as aroused as I am and probably expects me to make the next move, but I'm waiting for some kind of admission. Not that I want her to beg me to make love to her, I only hope for a tiny sign that it is really okay — that she trusts me and wants me.

"I'm on the pill." She smiles encouragingly, resolving all my doubts.

I cover her lips with mine once more, then I stand up and take my hardness into my right hand to guide it to her entrance. She shudders when I hit her clit while I slide the tip up and down between her folds. Feeling her wetness turns me even more on than I already was. Lorelai rears up and accommodates the head of my cock with this ecstatic action.

There is no holding off for me now. Firmly I grab her hips with both hands and plunge into her as far as possible. Lorelai gasps for breath and hugs my waist with her legs when I am finally inside of her. I bend down to her again. My forearms on the table next to her, our eyes locked, I give us time to adjust. Quietly we enjoy the sensation of our first, eagerly awaited connection. Her heat surrounds me and I feel like this is exactly were I belong, our bodies joined tightly, our minds lost in each other.

"Okay?"

Lorelai nods, writhing impatiently underneath me. "Okay."

As I begin to thrust, her hips rock gently up to meet me. Soon we establish a common rhythm. Her nails dig into my back, sending shivers throughout my whole body. Alternating between long, slow strokes and hard, fast thrusts I proceed to push into her. Driven by Lorelai's moans of pleasure I move frantically, pulling almost completely out before diving in again. I look down between our bodies, observe how her engorged labia are pushed in and drawn out with each stroke.

I study every of her reactions, every flutter of her eyelids, memorizing them for future reference. I want to achieve perfection the next times we are sleeping together. Although, this already feels pretty perfect to me.

I always thought Lorelai would be her usual chatty and chipper self while making love, but she surprises me. Moans and sighs are the only sounds that escape her throat while I thrust into her. Her eyes are half closed, her expression serious, almost solemn. Every time I touch a secret pleasure point deep inside of her a contented smile illuminates her face.

Lorelai tucks up one leg, allows me to push in even deeper. But I still want more. I lift my right arm and quickly slide it under her thigh. Lorelai understands, places her leg over my shoulder. The toes of the other one cling to me right underneath my butt.

I feel my erection hit her cervix as I push fully into her. I pause, not sure if it causes her pain. But Lorelai only grinds closer against me, showing me that she enjoys the stimulation. I thrust into her harder. Deeper. My fingers dig into her thigh, draw her hips nearer. I bend down to kiss her, hungry for closeness to her. My tongue enters her mouth as forcefully as I thrust into her.

Our looks meet again, we are both breathing hard through our open mouths. I can feel that familiar tingle in my groin, and I know that I can't postpone the inevitable much longer. Feeling her tighten around me, I sense that Lorelai is close too.

Cautiously I put my arms under the upper part of her body to prop her up. She snuggles against me and wraps her arms around my neck. One of my hands rests on her back while the other one pushes her pelvis closer to mine. It is more difficult to plunge into her in this standing position, but I have the desire to hold her as tightly as possible when we climax.

Lorelai rubs her clit against my pubic bone, then reaches down between our intertwined bodies to caress it. Watching her touch herself and hearing her groan directly into my ear is enough to push me over the edge. My orgasm begins, spreads out from my testicles and crawls up my spine until it finally reaches the end of my cock and I explode inside her with a loud moan. I continue thrusting to guarantee Lorelai's satisfaction too while my body twitches and jerks for what seems like minutes.

I feel her nails scraping over my skin, her teeth biting into my shoulder, but I want to see Lorelai's face when she hits her peak. In a husky voice I say her name and she looks at me. She withdraws her hand from her crotch and clings to me when the first ripples of pleasure wash over her. She gasps, moans, quivers in my arms. I can feel her muscles contract around me, squeeze me, until a sudden flow of wetness trickles down my leg.

I am weakened by the power of my release and the marvelous experience Lorelai and I just shared. I tumble backwards to sit us down on a nearby chair. The moment I made my final thrust Lorelai wrapped her legs tightly around me, making sure that I don't slip out of her yet. Now she embraces me and the backrest, still not ready to let go.

She nestles to my shoulder and we just hold each other till our breathing calms down. Lorelai is, not surprisingly, the first to speak again.

"That was..." Amazing. Incredible. Life-altering. Overwhelming. Stunning. I could go on forever.

Apparently Lorelai has the same trouble to find the right word, her voice trails off and she settles for a smile and a kiss on my lips instead.

"Yeah, it was." I guess my face displays the same graveled grin I see on hers. "Those eight weeks of pent-up lust really paid off." Make that eight years. But she doesn't need to know that. Not yet.

She kisses the corner of my mouth, then my jaw. Her breath sensually tickles my ear when she whispers in it. "Eight weeks, huh? Understatement of the millennium." My happiness even grows when I realize what this means. She also wanted this to happen for some time, not just since that night at the Dragonfly Inn.

I kiss her hair, breathe her in. My fingertips pet the silky, heated skin of her back, feel their way down to her buttocks. Her inner walls tense when I slightly touch her anus. I trace her folds, saturated by her overflowing wetness, feel how tensely they clasp around me.

That is the last thing I need to believe that all this is not a dream. I close my eyes, shut the world out for a while and let the reality of "us" in. I can feel her heartbeat. Or is it my own? We are too close, I am not able to tell. I don't think I ever before felt emotionally and physically so connected to another person.

The sound of heavy raindrops against the kitchen window ends our peaceful moment of togetherness. I suddenly notice that the position we're in is not very comfortable and also that I feel a little chilly.

"So... you're determined to keep me inside of you until Rory comes home and finds us that way?"

Her laughter is noticeable in every fiber of my body. "Yes, that was my evil plan. That was also the reason why I took you home in the first place. I figured Rory doesn't have enough juicy material for her autobiography."

"It's just..." Lorelai gets serious, looks down shyly then gazes at me insistently. "It feels so great."

Gently I brush a strand of hair off her cheek, lean my forehead against hers. "It does. But you know, you can have that again. Whenever you want."

"Just checking."

She looks happy, relieved. Slowly she raises her hips and I slip out of her without difficulty. I want to get up, but she sits down in my lap again. Her folds huddle against my now limp cock, only a mix of our juices in between.

"Hey, have you ever imagined that our first time would involve a table?"

"That would mean I would have thought about sleeping with you before today." Her hand slaps my shoulder, exactly the reaction I expected after my teasing comment.

"Okay, okay." I give in. "I pictured us more in a bed."

"Sookie knew it." What?!

"Sookie?"

"Mm-hmm. After she found out about our first kiss, she thought we had reenacted Bull Durham right then and there. Apparently we are sending out a sex-on- the-table vibe."

"Oh man,"I roll my eyes. What an embarrassing idea that Sookie thinks about us that way and that she was even right. If I had known this earlier I would have ensured we made it to the bed or at least the couch. Even the floor would have been a good alternative. Suddenly an even scarier thought crosses my mind.

"You won't tell her about this, right?"

"No. Don't worry," Just as the relief sets in she adds, "at least not in detail." and silences my protest with a kiss.

The rain is still pouring down when we finally let go and begin to clean each other and to remove the traces of our love-making on the table, the chair and even the floor. I bet Rory would never eat anything in here again if she knew about that.

While I wait for Lorelai to come back from the bathroom I sit down for a while, running my hand over the smooth table top. Not even two hours ago I was wondering how I could finally get closer to Lorelai and now everything is turned upside down within such a short amount of time. Life is funny sometimes.

When Lorelai joins me in the kitchen she is like always, talking a mile a minute and joking around. I'm glad that I now also know this new, intimate side of her. Strange to say, but somehow it seems that putting on our clothes has brought back a little bit of our shyness around each other.

She plays with my fingers, looks down at our hands, when she tells me that she would like nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with me. But she promised to be back at the Inn a couple of hours ago and I should return to the diner too. She asks me if I need a ride, but I tell her I don't mind the rain and want to walk instead.

Lorelai walks me to the door and we kiss goodbye a million times, neither of us willing to really break away.

"Thanks for lunch. And for everything else too." She mumbles against my lips.

"You're lucky, usually I'm not so easy that I put out for a glass of tap water before even going on a date."

"Speaking of which. Not that I mind our very wild, innovative start into this relationship, but do you think we will have one of those normal, boring dates eventually too?"

I promise her to think of something. Soon. She is impressed when I remember that she probably won't have time tonight and on Sunday since that are Rory's last nights at home. But she promises to call me tonight.

"When I'm all alone lying in my big, cold bed. Naked. Or does sitting naked at the kitchen table work better for you?"

I catch her off guard when I push her against the wall, kiss her hard on the lips, tell her that I'll most likely be naked on the other end of the line too and walk out of the door before she has a chance to reply.

I am not even at the first step when I hear the door open behind me, and I've just made it to the bottom of the stairs when she calls my name. Of course I turn around, how could I resist. Leaning in the door frame she looks like a beautiful painting. She is barefoot which gives her an innocent and sexy look at the same time. She wouldn't be Lorelai if she didn't want to have the final say.

"After eating so many years at your diner I knew that you were good in the kitchen, but I had no idea you're that good." She offers a cheeky grin, raises her eyebrows and suddenly I'm staring dumbfounded at the closed door.

Although we just had the most amazing and in many ways most intimate sex I ever experienced she still manages to make me blush with one little suggestive comment. Walking through the heavy rain I think about possibilities for our first date that I intend to have very soon, about making love to Lorelai again. I guess I should buy a bigger bed for us.

I feel free and happy and excited like I haven't for years, maybe not since my childhood. I love that Lorelai has the power to reawaken those emotions inside of me.

Scratch that — I love everything about her.

What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
And it's brighter than sunshine

~The End~