A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! It's great to know what my readers are thinking. Also in the line for thanks, Talula, my little muse. (You know who you are!) You really help. Don't forget to review:-P

Ugh...What time is it? I open my eyes to find myself wrapped in Richard's embrace, my back to him. The events of the night come flooding back to me. "Oh...wow." I say while trying to focus on the clock. It's 10:30. When was the last time I was in bed at 10:30?

"Good morning, Emmy." Richard squeezes me closer to him and kisses my cheek.

"Morning, Sugar." I turn my head and kiss him back. "It's 10:30. I think we should get up." I try to get up, but Richard pulls me back against him.

"Not now, Emmy. Savor the moment." Richard says as he rolls me over. "Please?"

"Alright. We'll stay in bed. May I remind you that we have no clothes on?"

"I know. I don't particularly care. After all, we have a daughter, and those things don't happen on there own." He smiles, and says, "Oh, and no."

Huh? "No what?" I ask.

"No, I didn't take my little blue pill. I haven't needed one in...Hmm. I don't know. It's been a long time. I don't even think the prescription's good anymore. But the way you moaned last night, I don't think I'll need them for a while."

"Richard! I didn't moan." I retort.

"If that wasn't moaning, then what was it?" He just pulls me tighter to him.

"It was...whimpering." I don't think that'll do it.

"Whimpering? Emily, please. Whimpering wouldn't have concerned the maid! That was moaning. And quite a sexy moan at that." With that, he squeezes my ass.

"Richard! What has gotten into...What's making you act like this?" I wasn't about to say that again.

"What is this? Are you complaining?" He looks at me with wide, playful eyes.

"No! God, no. I'm certainly not complaining. I'm just curious, because I want it to happen more often, if at all possible." I give him a quick wink and kiss him. As it gets more passionate, I moan into Richard's mouth. I absolutely love the way he kisses. It's so...intoxicating. I put my hands on the back of Richard's head and play with his hair. There's a knock at the door. Damn! We get up, Richard goes to the bathroom, and I get robe on before answering the door.

"I'm sorry to disturb, but your daughter is on the phone." Katrina says with wide eyes.

"Thank you, Katrina. We'll call you if we need you." I close the door, and strip from the robe. I see the hold button flashing, so I press it, then hold the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Mom. Are you busy, because the maid said she would be interrupting something?" Lorelai says on the other end. I can hear commotion behind her, and Michel shouting in French.

"No, we, I mean, I wasn't busy." I lie through my teeth.

"We? Who's...OH MY GOD! EEW! I didn't mean to interrupt that! Gees!"

"Lorelai, what do you want?" It's better than beating around the bush.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I called to invite you to the Independence Inn's...uh... Look, I'm inviting you and Dad to come stay the night at the inn. The whole place is booked, and the original group got snowed in somewhere in Chicago. The rest of Stars Hollow is coming, too."

"Alright. Let me ask you father. Hold on." I hit the hold button and walk into the bathroom. "Richard, Lorelai wants to--Oh my God! Sweetie, thank you!" Richard's drawn a bubble bath, and is awaiting me.

"Lorelai wants to what?" I can see he wasn't expecting the mention of our daughter when I walked in to see our bath.

"She invited us to the inn because they're having a get-together. It's an over-night thing. Are we going?" I really want to go and he can tell.

"When is it?" He smiles at me.

"It's...Let me find out." I hit the hold button again, and once again I hold the phone to my ear. "Lorelai? Are you still there?"

"I'm here, Mom." she replies from the other end.

"When is it?"

"You're coming?"

"Yes, we're coming. Why else..." I really don't want to fight right now. "When is it?"

"It's this weekend. Sorry about the short notice. I only found out two days ago that the Bracebridge party was snowed in."

"It's alright. So...Just pack for one night?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah. One night. We've got everything any other inn has. Be here by 6 on Friday. Dinner's at 8." I hear Michel scream, and a woman yelp. "Mom-"

"Bye, Lorelai."

"Thanks. Bye." I hang up, and get in he tub. Richard turns on the jets, and they massage the small amount of tension in my back. "Mmm...This is nice, Richard." I move closer to him.

"I'm glad you like it, Sweets." he answers while pulling me into his lap. He starts massaging my shoulders and kisses my neck. "That any better?"

"Mmm...Loads better." I moan a little as he works his way down my back. Not wanting him to be left out of the wonderful massages, I stop him, kneel behind him in the tub, and start my massage.

"Ooh...Emily. You sure are talented with those hands." Richard says, and leans into my massage. He's so tense. Probably work. I'm still working the kinks away when the heater comes on. Normally, it's a jet of hot air coming from the vents, but this time it's freezing. And it blows right on my toosh! "Yipe!" I yelp as I splash back into the water.

"What? What happened?" Richard pulls me into a close embrace.

"The air conditioning is on! The vent was right under my..." I can feel my cheeks as they turn as crimson as Harvard's team.

"Oh, Sweetie." Richard places a hand on my bottom, and pulls me into his lap, "You are a bit chilly." He kisses my neck again, and moves his way back up to my lips. He's such a sweetheart. Always worrying about me. I think I'm glad the vent is where it is.

A/N 2: Tad bit lemony-er than I anticipated, but...I think it's still good. Blame the writers' block! (Finally found my chisel and my muse.)

Branda