Author's note: yeah, it's dragging out. In my mind, this isn't some quick, easy thing that happens for them. I'm surprised too by the turns in the story. Gotta have some fun with it. Hope this chapter meets your expectations thus far. Thanks for your comments they encourage me to continue this tale.

Alright brain, you don't hurt me I don't hurt you. Snap out of this trance. Have five hours passed during this drive? Dean has me so horribly confused.

Confused. Great, a new unexplored wing of confusion mansion. A relationship as simple as an M.C. Escher drawing. I'm not uncomfortable they way we had been before in the stable, that seemed obvious enough during tonight's dinner, but what was happening now? Dean seemed like he was fine with the evening ending, and okay, we drained the sexual tension, but no we didn't, as was clarified by his erection and the wet spot between my legs.

Max and I always, kinda simultaneously went for it, Chris waited for me to make the first move every time, Jason talked a good game but I was the one accelerating us to the bedroom. And with Alex, I was the temptress. WHAT am I thinking? Comparing past sex partners to Dean? Thinking it's inevitable that Dean and I are going to have sex tonight? How do I exit this truck? Will he really drive me straight home? Do I want him to pull off the highway to a motel? Good god Lorelai, what is wrong with you? No. I mean, sure, he's the only guy who gripped/squeezed my ass (with those giant forceful hands) that way, so powerful, wanting, thrust up into his pelvis (god, his hands launched me off the ground!), into his erection to get things started, but BAM he stopped. No man has ever stopped with me unless I told him to stop. Did he change his mind? Shouldn't I be glad, relieved? Why do I feel kinda mad that he didn't just take me there, in the parking lot, in the back seat of this truck? Shit. He was teasing me. HE was teasing ME. He's younger than anyone I've ever been with, and he's more assertive than anyone I've ever been physical with. Was he even a virgin? Shit, how do I ask my...who the hell is singing this song? Dean is enjoying this too much. Did I just hear 'be twenty before I know it?' ARG! I hate this rapping lothario. 100 degrees in here. Where is the AC knob?

How does this night end? I should be safe dropping Lorelai off at her house. Didn't think she'd down 4 or 5 martinis. Thought that realistically, I would walk her to the car, she'd let me down easy, and this would just be some crazy, exciting memory. Yeah, I kissed her cheek when she walked in, but she didn't react to it, so I thought "Okay, end of the sexy, romantic stuff" and though she looked hot/beautiful/sexy, she always dresses that way, but then SHE kissed ME out of the blue, and she didn't swat my hand from her thigh...Maybe she would have been fine, but I feel better driving her home, she's too important to me to risk drunk driving where she'd be taken from me. *Sigh* The neighbors should all be in bed by now. Kyle better be sober. Her Jeep can't be stranded out there. How would she explain it? Hm. Did she tell anyone that she was meeting me?

Temporarily lost my senses back there, but my hands involuntarily spun her waist around, and touching her body, god, my hands, they were lifting her ass and pressing her up into the hard-on that she erected (geez). Figured Lorelai would slap me in the face, maybe even sock me in the eye while kneeing me into the ground, back to reality after that parking lot maneuver, but she didn't. I mean, she knew I was sexually aroused, and she practically assaulted my mouth with her tongue, and she neither vocally nor non-verbally indicated that I should stop. Aside from management frowning on parking lot fornicators, why did I shut it down? I mean, I think there are still condoms in the glove compartment from Lindsay. She was more daring than Beth, my first back in Chicago. Everyone thought she was boring. Not when it came to sex. But even exciting sex wasn't enough. We didn't have thrilling conversations, we didn't laugh together. Dammit. And Rory, the girlfriend between Beth and Lindsay. She was special, but we weren't meant to have sex, make love, any of it. Rory is beautiful but too precious, or delicate, a person for me to deflower. Was I unconsciously waiting for Lorelai and I didn't know it yet?

Dammit, I'm not ready for her. Yeah, fantasy is easy because I can be confident, I know what she'll do, and I don't get hurt. No. Sex with Beth and Lindsay was easy, I mean, hormones + willing teenagers = who was focused on how good it was? Lorelai is experienced. She knows what she wants. Where would we even go? Rory *wince* is at home, Kyle might be or soon will be home, and a motel, she might laugh at me. Ugh, it's a sauna in here. Where's the AC knob?

They simultaneously grabbed for the knob, and looked at one another.

What is that smile? What is running through his brain?

Her expression is questioning me. She cannot figure me out. Hell, I cannot figure her out either though, so, back to the road.

The community college station played Paradise Circus by Massive Attack. It slithered through the sound system. They both liked this song.

It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm

We can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable

Oh well, the devil makes us sin

But we like it when we're spinning in his grip

But we like it when we're spinning in his grip