I just Got really wrapped up in reading "More" by netherfield. It's really good BTW. Hope you like this chapter. Read and Review.

"Right now? Coffee... Okay, right, sorry. Uh, ...I guess I've never really thought of you in a romantic, more-than-just-friends kind of way." There's a pause as Luke seems torn apart inside, like all hope for anything on the level of more-than-just-friends with her has flown out the window. Oh I didn't mean to make him look like that. He really wants this, doesn't he?... I hope he does, cause I think I do too.

What have I done? She doesn't want to be more than just friends with me. Why would she? God, I have screwed up our relationship forever.

After a few seconds of thought, hope, anxiety, Lorelai pipes up again, "Maybe I should have." Oh, I hope this works. If it doesn't, what will happen? Ugh, we should have thought this through, or at least I should have. Remember, Gilmore, he's still drunk. He might not be thinking too clearly.

Have I thought this through? No, I haven't. What if we break up. No offense to Lorelai, but all of her romantic relationships seemed to have an end in sight from the beginning. And this one? What are the chances of this actually working... for the long haul? If there's actual love involved, the chances might be good. God, I hope so. "Lorelai?"

"Yeah?"

"Love me? Really?" Yes, yes, say yes. Silence. ...It's over. When you love someone, and they don't love you back- that's when you really know it's over.

"Yes, Luke... I love you." As friends or as more than that? "Right now I love you, because you're my best friend, and ...I just love you, Luke. It's impossible to explain... just like the rest of my mind." Is that true? Just a friend? Maybe more like in the middle, like between friends and um... more than friends. "...No, Luke, it's more than just that."

She's got my attention, ...as things should be, I suppose.

"I love you as my best friend right now, but I think I could love you as my, um, ...well, ...lover." Those words did not just come out of my mouth, ...did they?

Whoa. "Lorelai, you realize what you just said?"

No, no, not really. "What? What did I say?"

I could've sworn she was sitting right there when she said it. "You really don't remember?"

"No, I remember what I said... Don't really know what it meant though."

Great. "It means you're thinking in the same direction that I am. You want to be more than friendly with me," slightly grinning at his insinuation, "just as I do with you."

Well, great minds think alike, don't they? "Are you too drunk right now? ...Is this all true? Exactly what you want?"

"Exactly what I want." And have been wanting for the past seven years. Just kiss me again, Lorelai!

"Kiss me, Luke."

"You took the words right out of my..." She cut him off with a kiss that was first very soft then ravenous and immeasurable to any that had come before it- in there minds that is. There they were, for the third time that day, the third time ever, the first time as a 'couple' kissing no, ...making out on Lorelai's couch as a couple. What each had really wanted for their whole lives, and never really, truly gotten- someone who would really always be there. Someone they could trust and love.

Hope you loved that chapter too. Please review. To quote netherfield's writing if I may:

"'Artists like to think they are only unto themselves, but that isn't true,' she heard the elderly bard drone. 'We all want and need an audience. Whether we admit it or not. Sure we write for ourselves, and can do it in a vacuum too for all we care, but when it comes right down to it at the end of the day, we need someone to read it.'"

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