I'm getting lazy with the updates, I know. But you see…I just went out yesterday and bought SEASON THREE and I'll be damned if I'm not spending every spare second I have watching it. And I decided I was bored with updating and it was beneath me. I think I might end it soon, but not yet. Short attention span into play.

StephieM: I think my sister and I are the only ones in this dimension who love Dean. Why is that? He's amazing! He's cute, and funny, and smart, and everything! I mean, he's not just the generic all-American boy, he has wit too…remember Rory first talked to him about Rosemary's baby? And in They Shoot Gilmores, Don't They? he was so funny at the beginning with Lane and Rory talking about Dave. Cut him some slack, kids. It's not his fault he's so perfect. And thanks for the second review, I am okay. Just lazy…

L/L are Lobsters: Oh wow, really? I didn't know she said that. I have extreme anticipating abilities. If I was corny I might say 'great minds think alike' but that doesn't even make sense! I mean, great minds don't think alike! If they did, millions of people would have discovered E equals MC2 at the same time! If it's the same, it's not special and great and whatnot anymore! What idiot made up that saying? And what idiots accepted it? Stupid minds think alike, all stupidly. That's what I say.

Jennalynn: I know, I love Gypsy! "Oh, goody! A trip to Florida!" And Logan's a jerrrrrrrk.

Waitingtuesday: Yeah, I want more kisses! I do agree with it being good they're not all lovey-dovey like Lauren Graham said but sometimes you can't even tell they're going out…it's the same as it was when they were just friends. Let's find a balance, people.

Krys33: I didn't think I was spelling it right, but I decided it would be too much work to look it up, so I was like, "To hell with the correct spelling!" and I left it like that.

MM Vermelha: Don't cry, Audrey… I love your review with a vengeance. Excellent to hear I'm keeping character and wit because that is the thing I try to keep. That's why we all love Gilmore, seriously, and if you take the wit away, then where's the Gilmore? Nowhere, that's where. Cute fics without wit annoy me because it would be so good…if ONLY they had put wit in! It ruins the effect.

Mochachocoholik: Oops. I didn't even realize that. Thanks for informing me. Guess I'm too caught up in my own little world, not paying attention… get out the ruler.

The Cheese to My Cake: Oh WAIT, there's nothing to say because you didn't review! What is that all about, missy? You better have an alibi involving death and/or serious injury.

Safety Dance

Chapter Seven: Vicious Cycles

Lorelai's eyes snapped open. She was lying in Luke's bed. With Luke. And they were naked.

There's a first for everything, she guessed.

She turned over and found Luke asleep. She smiled at him. He looked so peaceful asleep…all his barriers were gone. He looked sweet… and vulnerable, something he never was when awake. Sweet- rarely, but only with her.

It was weird. After all these years, Sookie was right. Rory was right, Miss Patty was right. The whole town was right. He had had a thing for her. But what was even more surprising was something she had just figured out last night.

She had a thing for him too. And she had for a while.

Suddenly she leaned over and kissed him softly. She felt him react instantly, putting a hand to her back.

"Hello, sunshine," she smiled.

Luke grinned. "Good morning."

"Your voice is all deep and gruff in the morning. It's sexy."

"Not every morning." He lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, what's so different about this morning then from any other morning?"

He smiled. Oh, so many things. "Not much, really. Just slept with my best friend last night. Oh, and there's a new bread shipment. Amazing stuff, really. I discovered it last week. I'd never use anything else."

"Is this something you feel…good about?" questioned Lorelai.

"Oh, most definitely. The bread actually stays fresh longer than any other…"

She shoved him. "Not that thing. The other thing."

"Oh…the sleeping with my best friend part?"

"Yes! How do you feel about sleeping with me?"

"Oh…you think I'm talking about you?"

"Luke…"

He silenced her by covering her mouth with his.

"Okay, well, I'm guessing you're okay with it, or else that right there might have been a little inappropriate."

"I am more than okay with it, believe me. Okay is not an accurate description of me at this time."

Lorelai pondered. "Hmm…how about elated? Or ecstatic? Maybe you're in seventh heaven, without the creepily perfect Christian family show implication."

"I think all of those are about right," he nodded. They smiled at each other for a few dizzyingly corny moments.

"So…" pressed Lorelai.

"Sooooo…."

"What now?" she said, exasperated.

"What do you want?" asked Luke genuinely.

"I think I want what you want."

"How do you know what I want?"

"I don't."

"Vicious cycle."

"Like a washing machine!"

"A washing machine?" said Luke.

"You know. A washing machine has cycles. And I guess they're vicious cycles, because if you got inside a washing machine you would probably get swirled or chopped into pieces or inflated with soapy water or something equally morbid."

"What about a dishwasher? It has cycles, too."

"Yeah, but not vicious ones."

"Let's reel back in the focus."

"Always wish the fishing humor," smirked Lorelai. She smiled and looked down for a few seconds before saying softly. "So…what do you want?"

"What you want."

"Well, I want what YOU want."

Luke sighed. "Don't make me start in with the 'I asked you first' logic."

Lorelai let out a deep breath. "I want to be with you."

Luke stared. "That is very good. Apparently you want what I do."

Lorelai leaned over and kissed him. "That is good," she said, licking her lips.

He grinned lopsidedly. "So it's settled?"

Lorelai straddled him and began to kiss him. "Oh, yes."

Rory heard the steps on the bridge and saw Jess returning. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey. You…take care of whatever you needed to?"

"Yeah. Free man now."

Rory smiled. "Not for long," she answered almost questioningly.

He held out his hand. She put her small white hand into his tanned one and let him pull her up. "Want some coffee?"

Lorelai and Luke were just getting into round two when he heard a big bang downstairs. Lorelai groaned.

"Don't go down there."

"I have to check," he countered, although he wanted to leave just about as much as she wanted him to.

She sighed and rolled off him. "Go fast."

"Okay."

"REALLY fast."

"I will."

"I'd make a Butch Danes joke but I've outdone those ones today already."

"Faster than Butch down the running track, yeah," he said dryly. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt and started downstairs.

"Geez, Jess, be as loud as you can."

"There's no one else here," reminded Jess.

Rory smiled. "I'm gonna go get a donut…any in the back?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Rory disappeared into the kitchen just as Luke came downstairs. 'Jess, what are you doing here?"

Jess started. "Didn't know you were here. I was getting some coffee for Rory."

"For Rory?"

"Yeah."

"Where's Shane?"

"Don't know. Or care. I'm not with her anymore."

Luke paused. "And you're here with Rory?" A nod from Jess. "What, are you with her or something?"

"Yep," answered Jess.

"Wow. Well, I think that's great."

Jess couldn't help but add, "It is. I got a Gilmore. Unlike some of us."

Instead of growling or yelling as Jess expected, he just smiled.

Right on cue, there were thuds on the stairs and a voice floated down. "Luke, you really should've stretched before the race or something because you are not as fast as…" She trailed off as she entered the diner as saw Jess staring. "Oh. Hi."

Jess stared at Lorelai. She was wearing a flannel shirt and nothing else. "Guess I was wrong," he said to Luke, smirking.

Rory came out of the back. "Jess, what… Oh! Mom!"

"Rory? What are you doing here?"

"Coffee…" she said, flustered. "Getting donuts, um, I'm with Jess. You knew that, you can see Jess right there. What about you? What… well, stupid question. I can imagine what you were doing… not that I'm imagining it. Because that would be sick and wrong." She cleared her throat. "Um, I'm going to…be quiet now."

"Rory, can I talk to you?" Lorelai pulled her daughter into the kitchen.

"I can't believe it. I hadn't even thought of you," groaned Lorelai. "Ok, so, um… Luke and I are together now."

Rory exhaled. "I kind of see that, judging by your wardrobe. Or lack thereof."

"Well, um, what do you think of it? I mean, are you okay with it?"

"I'm okay with it. It's just very sudden. I'm just adjusting. But I love you, and Luke, and I think you guys are so great together."

Lorelai smiled. "Whew. Good. I was getting worried there."

"So while we're on the topic…. I am now… with Jess."

Lorelai raised her eyebrows. "Wow. What about Dean?"

"He's gone. We broke up."

"Well… okay. Then he's gone. And you're with Jess." She looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Mom, are you okay with this?" said Rory, worried.

"I guess so. I will be. It's just…Jess."

"Yeah, I know. But I really like him, and I really hope that you can too. Someday."

Lorelai smiled. "So we're both doing this. Gilmores date two men from the same family."

Rory grinned. "It'll be interesting."

Luke smiled cockily at Jess. "Boy, I love it when you're wrong."

"Shut up."

They both looked up as Rory and Lorelai exited the kitchen.

"You okay?" questioned Luke.

"All is good," nodded Lorelai. She suddenly gasped. "Oh, God. What time is it?"

Jess glanced at his watch. "'Bout 4."

"Damn! We lost!" cried Lorelai. "Luke!"

"Relax, Lorelai," said Luke.

"Yeah, I guess we made up for it," she said, winking.

"Okay, leaving now," said Rory. "Jess and I are gonna go take a walk, okay? Meet you home at 5."

Lorelai smiled at Luke as the bells behind her jingled. "I still didn't get a big trophy. Oh wait…"

"Dirty," growled Luke. "Come on, let's go back upstairs."

"Do I get my trophy now?"

"Even better then a trophy."

"Luke Danes, you think a lot of yourself, don't you?" They disappeared upstairs together.

There. Expect an update not soon. Hmm, that looks harsh on paper (computer). I'm just honest. I have three huge projects due soon and I hafta read. Apologies. Don't blame me, blame my school.