Author's Note: I wasn't planning on updating today, but because of all of your wonderful reviews (and near panic attacks), I found time to come home to post. And I also want to send out a huge thanks to Heather for her help on the end of this chapter. I couldn't have done this without her!

And in answer to psychoanalyst's question, there will be no Rory.

Lorelai relaxed into his arms for a moment, relishing the feeling of being wrapped inside of them. Oh, how she missed this feeling. She almost threw him off balance as she suddenly turned around and flung her arms around him. "God, I missed you," she said before pressing her lips against his.

Luke instantly returned the kiss, pulling her tightly against him.

She couldn't get enough of him. She was like an addict, and he was her drug of choice. This was better than coffee. So much better. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss. "It's not that I'm not happy to see you, because baby, believe me, happy doesn't even begin to cover it. But what are you doing here?" she asked breathlessly.

"I needed to see you. I was going crazy without you. You drive me insane when you are around, but apparently, it's a lot worse when you're gone."

She smiled at him. "Were the people in the white jackets coming for you?"

"They were just one step away."

"But Luke, you don't even have a passport. You were in full rant mode when you told me that it was a useless thing that was just one more way for the government to rip us off," she reminded him.

"I applied for it the day you left. My biggest fear was that something would happen to you, and I wouldn't be able to come, because I didn't have that damn thing."

"And then, you decided to surprise me?"

"There were so many times that I was tempted to come visit you, but I didn't want to distract you from your work. But then, you told me about this little break..." he trailed off.

"What would have happened if I had decided not to come here?"

"I sat here for hours last night, waiting for you. That was when I realized that maybe I hadn't thought this plan through fully." He paused for a moment to brush a stray piece of her away from her face. "I almost told you last night. You were so upset, and I could have been right there. But I decided to wait one more night to see if you'd come."

"And here I am."

He kissed her forehead. "Here you are. I was wondering if I'd spend another night searching you out. When I saw you over there," he pointed to the bench where she had been sitting, "eating your ice cream. But now I'm feeling pretty stupid."

"Why's that?" Her breath caught in her throat, worried that he regretted coming here.

"If I had told you the truth last night, we would have had an entire day together already."

She gently kissed him. "I liked the element of surprise. Now, you can say that you swept me off my feet under the Eiffel Tower. I'm like Katie Holmes without all the "Free Katie" t-shirts." Lorelai giggled as Luke rolled his eyes at her. Some things would never change. "You, Luke Danes, are a romantic. Wait until I tell everyone. I'm sure Miss Patty and Babbette will be very proud."

"Aww... jeez, Lorelai," he warned. Yet a smile remained on his face. He had missed her teasing.

"However, sneaking up on a girl like that in the middle of Paris? Not such a good idea. You nearly scared me to death."

"I'm sorry," he apologized. He ran his hand up and down her back, feeling the soft material of her black dress. "So was the dress for me or for Pierre?"

She jokingly punched his arm. "Well, mister, it's just your luck. Pierre just happens to be out of town this weekend." She gave him a seductive smile. "I'm all yours."

"What are your plans for tonight? You're all dressed up for something."

She stepped away from him in mock anger. "Has it been that long? Have I lost all my sexual powers over you? You finally have me right in front of you, and you're asking me what I have planned? My plans went out the window a long time ago."

He pulled her back against him, pressing his body firmly against hers. "You already got that dress working for you. You know what it does to me. Add that hair twirl, and you know I'll do anything for you."

She flipped her hair. "You mean this?" She could already feel his lips brushing against her neck. He kissed a particularly sensitive spot, and a moan escaped her lips. "My hotel isn't too far from here," she murmured into his ear.

He grudgingly pulled away and grasped her hand in his own. "Lead the way," he said with a tone of urgency

"Somebody's in a hurry," Lorelai stated.

"Like you said, it's been months. And I'll definitely make it worth your while," he promised, letting his free hand graze across her bare neck.

She shivered from his light caress. "This way." She yanked him in the direction of the Metro station.

"By the way, what were you doing before? You were walking around with your neck craned like a giraffe. You looked ridiculous."

"I was trying to find the perfect view of the Tower before it lit up," she said matter-of-factly.

"Of course."

It took them awhile, too long in Lorelai's opinion, to arrive back at the hotel. It surely hadn't taken that long to get to the Eiffel Tower. Had it? She shrugged away her thoughts now that she finally had Luke back with her at the hotel. "Tada!" she announced as they entered her room.

Luke walked around the room. "It's nice," he told her. "The room I stayed at last night was a piece of crap, and I'm pretty sure there was something growing there." He stopped at the balcony door and pulled it open. "Beautiful view."

"Thanks, Carson." She joined him at the door. "I stood out here for hours yesterday." She slipped out onto the balcony. "The whole city looks different when you look at it from here. Look how tiny the Eiffel Tower looks from here." She waved him over. "Come join me."

Luke, on the other hand, remained standing there admiring the way her dress clung to her body. He leaned against the balcony door. "I kind of like the view from here."

She glanced over her shoulder, blushing as she saw his gaze roaming over her body. He could still make her feel like butterflies were fluttering around her stomach. "I'd be careful there if I was you," she said gesturing to the door he was leaning against.

"This the door that accosted you last night?" He pushed it with his fingertips. "It doesn't seem so dangerous to me."

"Well, don't blame me when it swings back and hits you in the ass," she teased. "I warned you."

He reached out and pulled her back towards him. "Have I told you enough that I love you?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him. "Every single night."

He tilted his head down and caught her lips with his own. He felt her pushing him towards the bed as he opened his mouth to her. He gently pulled her down on top of him as the back of his knees hit the bed. "That's definitely not enough." He brushed his lips behind her ear, gently nibbling the sensitive skin there, eliciting a soft moan from Lorelai. "I love you," he whispered.

She smiled as she pulled her dress over her head. She trailed light kisses along his jaw line, her hands working to undo the buttons of his shirt. "I love you too," she said before seeking out his mouth with her own.

Seconds, minutes, possibly hours went by. Neither knew how long, and neither cared. All that mattered was each other. And Lorelai realized that for the first time in three months, her heart didn't ache. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel the weight of a vast ocean between herself and Stars Hollow. Because in a hotel bed in Paris making love to Luke, for the first time in months, she was home.

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