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"Whoa!" Dean caught Lorelai in his arms and he laid her on the couch.
"Lorelai, Lorelai. Are you with me? Come on, open your eyes."
His voice was husky, quiet but strong, and Lorelai felt the crimson flush acknowledging the magnitude of that KISS.
"Hi Rhett. Well, that kiss was intense. I can't believe I fainted, and I wish you weren't looking at me like that because I feel like some swoony - shut up Lorelai. Shut up shut up."
My kiss made her faint. Me, Dean, made THE Lorelai Gilmore faint. I have no regrets.
"So Scarlett, are you going to bolt? Not that you have the power to move as is evident by your current position."
And with that, kneeling beside her, he leaned over and kissed her again, deeply, sliding one hand under her head (risky) but when Lorelai grabbed his shirt with both hands pulling him closer, he circled the other hand around her waist.
Lorelai could barely breathe, again, but instead of fainting she was fighting to keep her heart from thumping right out of her chest. THAT would definitely scare Dean off. HO-LY shit, Dean Forester was a majestic kisser. He belonged in a romance novel with these talents.
Realizing that he needed a breath, he slowly lifted his lips from hers, he loosened his grasp and plunked down on the floor in front of her, blocking any chance she had to swing her legs down and leave, though he felt confident that she wasn't going anywhere. He was unashamedly gazing at her now, with a beautiful rosy flush to her skin, her eyes conveying excitement, disbelief, desire, her belly button exposed because her shirt was untucked and the low slung pants weren't going to hide it, she is perfect.
"Alright Dean," she said in this sexy authoritative voice, while propping herself up on her elbows, causing a button on her shirt to pop open, giving me a peek at a dark blue, mesh bra, probably see-though but I need to listen to what she is saying…
"We need to think about returning to the inn because I can't bar Tom admission to suspicion-land if we don't return shortly. Actually, you head back and tell him I decided against the dresser or table or whatever, and we'll talk more later."
But I want us to stay here, and I think I want to kiss you some more, and I want that shirt off so I can trace my tongue around your hardened nipples…
Lorelai felt like Jello because his sensuous hazel eyes were trained on her nipples, this flimsy shirt betraying the calm cool vibe she was desperately trying to convey. Also, he was sweating through that white cotton t-shirt and he smelled really salty and manly, and damn did she love the sensation that his muscled arms sent through her when he laid her on the couch and when he kissed her the second time better than she fantasized…
Oh no. He was hard and nothing was going to get him off the floor at this moment. They weren't taking this any further today, he knew, so best not to freak Lorelai out. A little more talking, a plan for later would buy him time.
"Lorelai," Dean could feel a smile stretching across his face and he didn't care, "This has been one of the best talks I've ever had with anyone and I am not ready for this moment to end. Can we meet for dinner later? I'll find a restaurant far from here, obviously, and I will be on my best behavior because society frowns upon randy PDA."
My heart is seriously going to burst. How am I not a puddle right now? That genuine, heartfelt smile, his head bowed down, hair slipping over his eyes, staring at those beautiful rugged hands, I want those hands on me, society be damned. He is both cute AND sexy at the same time. Respond Lorelai, you can do it.
Now she scooted her butt to the side arm of the couch so she was sitting all the way up, and she pulled her knees to her chest so she could pivot and plant her feet on the ground in front of him.
"Yes. I'll agree to that. Here, type your number into my phone. Text me with a time and place."
"You are going to show, right?" Why was he giving her the chance to say no?
"I'm not going to wimp out now. Wouldn't make any sense. I won't pull a Perot, you're too young to remember, ouch, forget it. Yes I'll be there."
"Ross Perot, ran against Clinton and Bush, warned about the 'giant sucking sound' NAFTA would create for the economy, he dropped out but more importantly got right back in the ring, I got it. I'm more that just a six pack of abs you know."
Yep, he heard her conversation with Sookie and he didn't buy the denial either.
"Hm, sassy Dean. Might take some getting used to. Better than sneezy, snappy, schnickelfritz Dean I guess."
Dean stood before her, now seeming 10 feet tall, and extended his hand to hoist her off the couch. Lorelai teetered slightly, forgetting she was wearing heels.
They walked to the door, Lorelai in a haze from his scent, and she wanted control back, figured playful flirty was the way to go, so she gave Dean a swift slap on the butt and said in her bedroom voice, "Wear these jeans to dinner."
Ha! Take that macho man. My feminine wiles will balance this volley.
"Only if you wear those high heels tonight. Only wear those high heels tonight," Dean practically commanded and shut the door.
Lorelai tripped. He knocked her off of her game. What? This was going to be a bumpy ride. Dirty! Can a woman orgasm just thinking about a guy?
Saved. That slap made him instantly hard, again. She didn't see it thankfully, as she bounced her perfectly taut butt down the hall in those heels. He had to train his penis out of what apparently was a second round of puberty. Impromptu boners would not impress Lorelai Gilmore. She needed to see him as a man, not as sometimes a man sometimes a horny teenager. He kissed her, he had summoned confidence, he couldn't cede that now.