Lorelai woke for the second time to the smell of bacon wafting through the room. She threw on a t-shirt and boxers from one of Dean's drawers and followed the scent to the kitchen. Dean wore identical clothing. His shoulders were so broad. He was such a manly man. Lorelai walked up behind him and wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Hey Lorelai, would you like some eggs and bacon? It's not Luke's but it IS edible."

Lorelai winced at the mention of Luke. He was somewhere frowning in disapproval.

"I would like a kiss. Then maybe some bacon." She sounded dopey and she didn't care.

"Hm, your attire is quite familiar…" and I'm really appreciating the semi-transparent quality of the tee.

"I thought that maybe if I dressed like you I could be taller. But you are LeBron James and I'm Muggsy Bogues."

"So Muggsy, what are you doing today? Do you have to be at the Dragonfly on a Sunday?"

"Yes. Lately our scheduling, my scheduling has landed me there on Sundays. I have to honor a bet with Michel. Damn Fantasy Island tv show."

"I'm not even going to ask. Well, so you are here now. When does your 'shift' begin and end today? I'd like to see you later. Come back here?"

"Dean, contrary to popular belief, some effort, and some store bought supplies go into making me the ravishing creature seated before you. I need to go home after work tonight. I need my shampoo, lotion, eyelash curler, etc."

"You can borrow all of those things here. I'll buy an eyelash curler though because Kyle broke mine."

I want to go to bed with you in my arms and wake up the same way.

I should invite Dean over, but where will he park his truck? No, not tonight.

The afternoon and evening were interminable. Sundays were just slow. Finally, at 12:27 am Lorelai drove home. She checked her phone, and Dean had sent a text she missed, that asked her to call no matter how late.

"Dean? Hi. What's up?"

"So, I really want to see you, and I found the remote to my truck invisibility device. Can you stay awake for another 25 minutes?"

"Intriguing. Yes, I can."

"Good. I'll see you soon."

Lorelai decided to make use of her lingerie, but not the binding corset stuff. She was going to keep it simple. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and brushed her hair. She went downstairs and found Pretty in Pink on a cable channel. She was beginning to fade when there was a knock at the kitchen door.

"Come in mystery man. How'd you get here? Hovercraft?"

"I am a runner, so I ran here. Don't roll your eyes. Exercise is normal. We mortals don't have your mutant Gilmore dna. What?!"

Dean Forester was standing tall, sweaty, musky, in her kitchen. His breathing was heavy.

Lorelai was wearing a clingy, skimpy blue lacy…

Dean lifted Lorelai up onto the counter, kissing her while fondling her breasts. Lorelai unzipped his jacket, tossing it to the side while whipping his shirt over his head.

"We've got to keep meeting like this," Dean huffed.

"Agreed. Now drop the pants!" Commanded Lorelai in a hurried breath.

Lorelai imagined this was how a junkie felt; she had a constant craving for Dean, her drug of choice. They couldn't be alone together without mauling each other first. Dean seemed fine with it, so great. I am going to expend as much sexual energy as I can while I can, consequences be damned.

This is so fucking incredible. I want to have sex with Lorelai the second I see her, and she's on the same wavelength. Even if we waited, it would be worth it. Beth and Lindsay were so shy, though Lindsay got over that quickly, but damn. I cannot catch my breath with Lorelai. I need to run more so I have the stamina to match her. Uuuuh, she feels so good.

It was almost two in the morning before they collapsed in exhaustion on the kitchen floor, staring at the cracks in the ceiling.

"Muggsy, while I love lying next to you, especially after a workout like that, your floor isn't very comfortable. Also, may I borrow a towel? I need a shower."

"I don't know if I can peel myself off the floor. I need a shower too."

Dean crawled up the counter, steadied his feet, and extended his hand to Lorelai. Dean threw her over his shoulder and ascended the stairs.

"As a feminist, I object to your caveman ways. As someone who is spent, I approve of your primitive caveman ways. To the shower!"

Dean gently lowered Lorelai to her feet on the bathroom floor. "I'll let you choose the water temp. Go ahead, let the water run."

"Wait, you're not getting in the shower with me. I haven't even offered to share my shampoo with you."

"I most definitely am getting in the shower with you, and I'm going to use YOUR shampoo on my hair and your hair. Non-negotiable." Despite their marathon naked wrestling moments ago downstairs, Lorelai blushed at Dean's words. He was calling the shots again. Where did he get that confidence? It was sexy as hell, so she obeyed and ran a lukewarm stream from the shower head.

Lorelai got in first and Dean stepped in behind her. He lathered up his hair and then he massaged shampoo through Lorelai's hair. She felt so relaxed. Dean remembered the conversation that brought him here today. Lorelai at the Dragonfly, begging the salon for an appointment, offering to shampoo her own hair. He remembered thinking right then that he'd love to have the chance to take her head in his hands and lather her beautiful hair, massaging her scalp, soothing her, helping her let go of all the stress...he never would have imagined then that right now they'd be in her shower together. Life was so unpredictable.

Dean rinsed all the suds out of her hair and they switched places under the shower head. Of course, Dean had to twist like a pretzel to get low enough to rinse his hair. It was cute. Lorelai was smitten. Things were taking an x-rated turn as they soaped each other up, but Lorelai really did need to get some sleep, so she shut that down.

"Next time, when it isn't 2 or 3 in the morning, okay tall Paul?"

He knew she was right. She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower and into a fluffy white bathrobe, then she bent over and wrapped her hair in a towel.

"Ahem?"

"So here's the thing, I don't have giant skyscraper man towels. Your hulkman shoulders would rip the seams of any robes I have, so you get this modest towel. Sorry."

Dean held the towel around his waist, and bent over to shake his hair dry like a dog.

"Down boy, I have more towels. Patience."

As they walked to her bed, Lorelai asked, "Would you be offended if I put something on for bed? I have absolutely nothing to offer you because again, you are a giant."

"Wear panties and pajama bottoms if you must, but I think you should at least be shirtless to show some solidarity."

Lorelai blushed again, "Fine. We need sleep though, so no monkey business mister."

"I just want to spoon with you. I'll be a perfect naked gentleman," he said flatly, though with a devilish smirk.

"GOOD. NIGHT."

They got under the sheets, Lorelai's bare back to Dean's bare chest, his arms around her torso, hands resting on her stomach, and they fell fast asleep.

RING RING!

What fresh hell is this? "Hello? What? Who is this?"

"LORELAI VICTORIA GILMORE, WHY ARE YOU IN THE NEWSPAPER NAMED AS A VICTIM IN AN ATTACK AT A REST AREA?"

Oh joy.