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Their chests heaved impatiently, lungs urgently summoning air. His hands lingered on her hips, having found a permanent home. Her hands held his shoulders for support; she was dizzy with emotion. Together their eyes met and they shared a gaze more intense than a kiss ever could be.

A smile pulled at the corners of Lorelai's mouth. She cocked her head to the side and marveled at the man standing before her. "Wow. Just…wow." The first words uttered from her swollen lips.

Luke smiled wide, relieved. To him it wasn't just a kiss - it was a transformation of a relationship, it was a reincarnation of a man that had never truly lived until this very moment. "I was so nervous," he admitted.

She took a heavy, knowing breath. "Me too."

"But we spend so much time together."

"Maybe that's why."

"We were afraid of exploring the unknown."

"Didn't want to mess with a good thing."

"But this is a good thing," there was diffidence in his tone.

"A very good thing," she confidently assured him.

Luke hugged Lorelai tight to him. He never wanted to let go. "I love this room," he grinned.

Lorelai laughed. "Lucky number seven." Boy was it ever.

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"Ow - ouch! Oh the pain, oh the pain of it all!" Kirk shrieked as Babette administered a good, swift boot to his bottom. She could lift that foot of hers pretty high for a stout woman. Morey could attest to that. He didn't call her his 'supple flower' without reason.

"And there's more where that came from if you ever come near my petunias again!" Babette meant business.

"Our petunias! Damn it, they're our petunias Babette!" Jackson was very territorial about flowers, among other things.

Babette waved her hand dismissively, "Yeah, whatever."

The townspeople had all gathered in a cluster next to the front steps of the Inn. Morey, Sookie and Patty casually caught up to the running fools and made their way into the conversation.

"You got some great extension on that kick babe," Morey eagerly commended his other half.

She loved it when he noticed her sudden spurts of agility. "You know it, doll face!"

"Stop it! Stop encouraging her! She's hateful, she's vengeful!" Kirk hollered. He was being a tad dramatic, but his bottom hurt.

"Kirk, get a hold of yourself," Patty reasoned.

Kirk had an insubordinate glint in his eye. "Oh, I'll get a hold of something alright…" And off he went running again, this time away from the petunias and straight for the green thumb herself.

"Oh god, Morey! The little imp is after me! Get back Kirk – I'm warning you!"

Kirk quickly cornered the couple, planning his attack.

"Someone get a leash on him. He's completely mad!" Jackson was certainly frightened.

"That's my Kirk you're talking about, you – you bully!" Lulu cried in defense. Nice of her to join the excitement, but where was she when Kirk was taking his licks? Indeed.

Lulu's unwarranted comment triggered Sookie into action, "Jackson is not a bully! He's a very sensitive man! He cries when he listens to CCR. It's so sweet."

"Sookie!" Jackson protested.

"What?" Sookie asked innocently.

Babette's shrieks were distraction enough from Jackson's guilty pleasures. "Help! He's trying to bite me! Morey, do somethin'!"

"Jackson, you and Morey close in from behind, I'll cover the front," Patty intuitively instructed.

"You wont take me alive!" Kirk roared.

This was becoming quite ridiculous. What a quandary they were in. Someone needed to step in and establish some order.

"Alright, everybody SHUT UP!" Gypsy boomed. "We need to focus on the real problem here!" I suppose she was referring to Taylor. Who knew Gypsy actually cared?

The townies smartly preserved what little dignity remained and surrendered in silence.

"Now that I have your attention," Gypsy began, "who stole my artichoke?" Two steps forward, three steps back…

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Luke and Lorelai had moved on to more important things. Less talking and more kissing. Their tongues entangled once more, this time without hesitation. There was no holding back. Lorelai pulled Luke's body against hers, feeling his hardness, pleasuring completely in the sensation. Their arms were wrapped so tightly around one another, permanently fusing them together. They were making up for lost time. Luke moved to Lorelai's neck and began devouring her from the outside.

He was making it very difficult to concentrate, but Lorelai was a talker. "Isn't it amazing?" she wondered.

"What?" He breathed against her neck.

"How natural this feels - how right this feels?"

"It's amazing," Luke concurred as he wickedly nibbled on Lorelai's ear.

She contentedly sighed, "amazing."

Luke continued his perusal of Lorelai's northerly regions, relishing every minute.

"So, how do you propose we get out of here?" she interrupted his blissful adventure.

"You want to leave?" he poked.

"God no. But we can't stay here forever." And there was still the matter of food.

Well, I suppose we could try to fiddle around with the door," judging by her face he knew his mistake. "I know – dirty."

"Big time!" she giggled.

"Or," Luke continued, "we could wait for one of those nitwits to break us out."

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Speaking of nitwits…

Gypsy was rapidly becoming less popular than Kirk. She had to think fast. "Hey, just kidding guys. Just a little artichoke humor. Passes the time," she gulped.

If anything, Gypsy's little artichoke speech reminded Kirk of his missing comrade. What, with all the threats and name-calling he'd almost forgotten his primary mission. "Taylor! I have to save him! I'm coming Taylor – I'm coming!" Again, Kirk took off in a sprint leaving a trail of…well he didn't leave a trail of anything. He was too frail to stir any dust.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go," Patty relinquished.

The others shrugged their shoulders. And away they went, trampling into the Inn like a herd of elephants.

They could hear Kirk shouting to the locked door of room two. "Taylor, I'm here! You're safe now! I know who did this to you. And he won't get away with it! I made a drawing of him on my etch-a-sketch!" Where the hell did he get an etch-a-sketch?

"Who - who's there? Kirk? Is that you Kirk? Get me out of here!" Taylor demanded.

The townies caught up to Kirk, thinking aloud as to how to remove Taylor from his holding cell, and also trying to convince themselves that they should in fact remove him in the first place.

"What's going on? Why aren't you people letting me out? I need more paper. My list of complaints has surpassed even my expectations!" Seclusion had quite an effect on Taylor.

"We need the key. What did you do with the key Morey?" Patty questioned.

"I don't know…I might have flushed it," he casually offered.

"Good on you!" Gypsy eagerly praised Morey's handy work.

"I'm sure Lorelai has another key. I just don't know where she keeps them," Sookie cut in.

"Ok, then we find Lorelai!" Jackson exclaimed.

"I'll stay here. I won't leave you Taylor!" Kirk proudly secured.

"Lucky me," Taylor grimaced.

TBC…