AN: Okay, I'm moving this to the R section, just to be safe. I know there's a line and I think it's best to be safer. It won't get raunchy or anything, I don't think I'd do well at that, but there's some intimate stuff ahead. On with the story.

It was Saturday night and Rory was completely sprawled out on Lorelai's bed. Every ten seconds an article of clothing would fly up through the air and land on top of her. After taking the fifth skirt off of her legs, Rory sat up by propping her elbows up behind her.

"What is wrong with these?"

"Same as everything else."

"Which would be what?"

"Luke has seen me in them. He's seen me in everything, save for the items in my top right hand dresser drawer," she smiled at the thought.

"Well, maybe if he's a good boy and buys you coffee."

"Rory, come on! I knew I should have gone shopping!"

"One, we can't afford one of our shopping trips right now, and two, Luke won't care what you wear."

"I know. But I care. I want to look nice."

"Well, what are you even doing?"

"He won't tell me. I don't think he knows."

"I'm sure he knows, he's trying to surprise you. I bet he even shaves."

"I don't have high hopes for that one. Hey, where are those boots?"

"What boots?"

"The ones that go with this skirt?"

"In my closet at school."

"Why are my boots in your closet?"

"Because they're my boots."

"ARGH! You're going to have to move home, honey, I've coordinated all my clothes to match your footwear."

"Yeah, my higher education means nothing if your fashion is compromised."

"Haha. What about this?"

Lorelai held up a low-cut brown top with a flippy crème colored skirt.

"Yeah, okay, if you wear those brown boots."

"Whew. Okay, man, I need to get cracking! I only have twenty minutes before he comes to pick me up. And he'll be on time. He's that kind."

"He is related to Jess. He might be late."

"Good point. I may have a reprieve. So what are you up to tonight?"

"Nothing much. Tristan's supposed to call."

"That's good. How's that going?"

"Well, it's only been like a week. We try to not to talk about the fact he's there and I'm here. I told him he could transfer, and he counter- offered."

"You wouldn't do that, right?"

"No, I told him I couldn't just up and transfer to North Carolina."

"So you're both stubborn."

"Not stubborn. Just following our own paths."

"Okay, ready. How do I look?"

"Nervous."

"Not helping. Tell me I look pretty."

"You look pretty. But I'm sure you'll hear that enough tonight anyways. You're going to be fine. It's just Luke."

"I've been saying that for the last week. It's so weird, I've told you how I go into the diner, and he just talks to me like it's the most normal thing in the whole world. He hasn't acted different at all. He hasn't tried to touch me or kiss me. Oh God, what if he's not coming?"

"Did he mention it today?"

"Yeah, when I paid the check, he said he'd be by around seven to pick me up."

"Then he's coming."

Just then, the doorbell rang. Rory raised her eyebrows as if to say 'See?' and ran downstairs to give her mom a few more minutes primping time. When she opened the front door, Luke was standing there in front of her. She'd seen him a few times dressed up for dates, and she had to admit, he cleaned up nice. He had shaved, and he was wearing black dress pants and a nice sweater. She smiled and waved him in.

"Hey, Rory."

"Hey Luke. Mom will be down in a minute."

"Oh, right. Guess I should have been later, huh?"

"Well, you know us Gilmores. We like to make a dramatic entrance."

"So, you're, you know, okay with this, right?"

"Yes Luke. I'm more than okay with this."

"Good. It's important to me, that you like this idea."

"Because mom and I are close?"

"Well, that and you mean a lot to me. I've been around the whole time while you grew up, and you're a big part of my life."

"Oh, Luke! That's so sweet!" Rory reached out and hugged Luke. When Lorelai came down the stairs, she saw the two in the hug, and as Rory pulled back, she saw tears glistening in her eyes and Luke looked a little misty too.

"What in hell did I miss? You trying to steal my man?" Lorelai joked.

"You look, incredible." Luke interjected.

"Oh, thanks. Ready to go?"

"Yeah. Night Rory."

"Night guys. Have fun."

With that, the first date began. Rory smiled to herself and went to find a soda and made some popcorn. She wasn't sure when Tristan would call, but she told him she would definitely be alone tonight. He had called her a minx and told her to wait by the phone with some whipped cream. Just as she sat down with her popcorn and soda in front of a movie, the phone rang. She leaped up to grab it, almost knocking over her bowl. By the time she got to the phone she was a little out of breath.

"Hello?"

"My, my, Rory, did you start without me?"

"Tristan, hey, I was trying to find the phone," she explained.

"Well, I'm glad you found it."

"Me too."

"So you're mom's on her date?"

"Yeah. I'm all alone here."

"Good. So, you have that whipped cream ready?"

"I thought you were kidding."

"I never kid about that. Well, you have a good imagination, so it doesn't matter."

"Tristan,"

"Shh, you'll miss hearing what I'm going to do to you. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Okay, so it's my turn to start. I'm running my tongue down your naked torso. I go between your breasts, and then stop to graze each nipple. I take each one at a time, first with my teeth,"

Rory was already getting really warm. Blood had traveled south and now pooled in her lower abdomen. This was serious, she was going to have to move to her bedroom and get more comfortable. Once she sat on her bed, he started to continue.

"And after I finish there, I head down to your belly button. Are you liking this so far?"

"Mmmhmm,"

"Good, now stay with me here. Very important to stay in the moment."

"Tristan, come on,"

"Bossy, good. That'll come in handy later. Now as I get further down, I lick and nip on your inner thighs, moving back up to separate the moist folds with my tongue and flick--,"

DING DONG.

"Oh, GOD!"

"Didn't realize you were getting so into this, Rory."

"Someone's at the door. I swear to God, this is a sign. This is never going to work. Hold on." She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked the mirror. She was a little flushed, but she straightened her self up a bit and opened the door.

Standing there wearing the smuggest grin in the world was Tristan. She jumped up onto him, and he caught her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, hugging him. She pulled back far enough to kiss him.

"Wow, can you greet me like this all the time? That would be great."

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you."

"You flew up here just to see me?"

"Well, I didn't come for my parents. By the way, can I stay here tonight?"

She slid down off of him and led him into the living room. He looked around a bit, and sat down on the couch next to her.

"So, this is your house?"

"This is it. How'd you find it?"

"You're the only Gilmore in Stars Hollow. And I have Mapquest."

"Ah, a smart one. That's promising."

"So, seriously, can I crash here?"

"Yeah, but if Lorelai comes back, it's sofa city for you," she warned.

"Better than going home. They don't even know I'm here."

"I can't believe you're real."

"Believe it."

"Can I pinch you?"

"Kinky," he said as he went in to kiss her again.

Meanwhile in Hartford, Luke was walking around to Lorelai's door to open it for her. She smiled and took his arm that he offered as they walked into the restaurant. The conversation had been normal on the way there. They talked about the Dragonfly renovation and the town meeting from last week. Lorelai talked a little about Rory's having gone to North Carolina the previous week.

"This isn't one of those restaurants with tiny portions, is it?"

"Do I look like I have a death wish?"

She smiled. He knew her. This wasn't going to be awkward; this was going to be comfortable. He had known her for years, and he knew what she liked. The guesswork was gone, at least with the details that she usually hated about first dates.

Luke looked over at her then, and saw the smile that had come across her face. He made her smile like that. Suddenly part of the fear in him fell away, and he squeezed her hand a little.

Once they were seated and had ordered, Lorelai looked at Luke and narrowed her eyes a little. He knew that look, she wanted to know something. And she was most likely going to get whatever it was out of him.

"Yes?"

"So, what were you and Rory so chummy about earlier?"

"That was nothing. Just making small talk."

"Hah! Luke Danes doesn't do small talk. You'd rather be hung upside down and have your toenails pulled out."

"Oh, come on, Rory's small talk topics aren't as bad as that."

"Luke, fess up."

"I just asked her okay if she was okay with us, you know, dating or whatever."

"You asked permission to date me?"

"No, well, sort of, I guess."

"That's so sweet."

"She thought so. She hugged me."

"I saw. She really cares for you Luke."

"I know. She really is a great kid, Lor."

"Correction. She's a great adult. She's all done. In college. Left me and took all her shoes with her."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"So, what was your smile about earlier?"

"Oh, I just realized this wasn't as awkward as I was afraid it might be."

"Good."

They lapsed into conversation, and went about eating their meals, completely unaware of the flurry of activity that was going on back at the Gilmore residence.

Tristan reached into his bag and presented Rory with a gift. She opened it to find a large can of whipped cream. She giggled and smacked his arm playfully. He went to take the can from her and she ran down the hall to her room, him hot on her heels.

"You can't have it, you gave it to me!"

"I was showing, not giving. The giving part comes when you let me use it!"

As they fell onto the bed, the can was dropped next to them on her bed. He crawled over her and kissed her. He lightly brushed his lips across the surface of hers, and she reached up and caught his bottom lip lightly with her tongue. He was encouraged by this and delved into her mouth, probing and tasting. She never seemed to be timid at all. He had sort of expected it out the girl he used to know. But it was years later and surely she'd covered certain ground in this area. Whatever it was, he was glad. The heat that built between them shouldn't be ruined by timidity.

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. He worked on loosening his jeans, and threw them on the floor next to the bed. She took in the sight of him and smiled. No matter how many times she saw him, he would always take her breath away. His body was just too good. Every muscle taut and primed. And he was right there in front of her, wanting to touch her as much as she wanted to touch him. He unbuttoned her top and it fell down her arms on the bed. He reached one hand around to unclasp the bra while the other hand ran down her side to her hip. His hot mouth was trailing down her neck and soon he was acting out their earlier phone conversation. She reached out to pull him down closer to her, but suddenly he leaned away from her and grabbed the can of whipped cream.

He raised his eyebrows and began his doodling. Once she was fully decorated, and cold, as she reminded him, he told her not to worry, he'd warm her right up. As his skillful tongue began the erasing process, slow and steady, gloriously torturous, she sank down into the mattress. Her hands laced through his hair and she began to softly whimper his name. She knew she was getting close to a climax, but suddenly he stopped. Her eyes looked at him almost accusatorily and he just smiled. He quickly undid her jeans and they joined his on the floor. By the time he removed her underwear, he was already redecorating where they had been. She watched him in amazement, as he began to lick it off. He licked from the outside in, leaving a small line in the center. Once the rest was clean, he dove in and began to pay special attention to every last crevice. Rory was lifting off the bed at times, and as she felt the build up again, it was stronger and his name came rolling out of her over and over as she shook with delight. Once he was satisfied with his job, he rose to meet her mouth, kissing her hungrily.

"Give me that can. It's time for payback," she teased.