I'm spending the summer traveling Europe with Grandma. That's all Rory said to Lorelai in the morning before she left the house.
Lorelai and Rory only spoke in pleasantries to keep up appearances during the inn's opening. Luke and Sookie noticed the change in the dynamic, and they were confident they knew why, but thankfully no one else seemed to detect it.
Lorelai is with Dean. Luke couldn't fathom it. How did he miss his chance again, and to someone so young? He was hurt. He felt empty inside. He had become so infatuated with the fantasy of dating and eventually marrying Lorelai that he barely noticed other women. He lost his chance with her, and now he had to face it, they just weren't meant to be. Dean swooped in, saved her from a tragic act, and he was her hero. Cleaning gutters couldn't compete with that.
Sookie took in her surroundings. People eating and laughing, her staff wonderful, and Lorelai enchanting to all the guests. But she and Rory weren't communicating. It was ugly. And look at Luke. He looked absolutely devestated. Sookie had for years thought Luke and Lorelai would be so great together. This Dean development was a ticking time bomb, though Rory, Luke and apparently Dean's mother had already suffered casualties. Jackson wasn't in agreement with her prognosis about the catastrophe of the Lorelai and Dean situation. Typical man. He said, "Good for Dean. If I could have hooked up with someone like Lorelai when I was 19…" and of course now they were fighting with one another. Lorelai didn't even care. She was happy, floating from table to table, entertaining the guests, oblivious to the injured parties. And her comment minutes ago really stuck in Sookie's craw.
"So, Dean is out of the hospital and I'm going to see him tonight after everyone's settled in for the night."
"Ew. Are you going to sneak in his bedroom window?"
"No Sookie. His mother flew out west with Clara to look at homes because his father got a job. Dreadful as it must have been, Dean told her to go and not worry because I was just a phone call away."
"Ew. Fine. Have fun on your play date."
"Stop with the judgement. Anyway. He's almost 20. Good job tonight with the food. Everyone loves this. Okay then."
DING DONG!
"It's open!"
Dean was sitting on the couch watching tv when Lorelai came in with a big paper bag full of food from the evening's dinner.
"You look radiant. A good night? The pictures you sent me were inspired. How much did you have to pay Michel to hold a troll doll pencil at the desk? That's going on the website, right?"
"Yes, it was perfect. The doors arrived this morning, all of the guests couldn't stop gushing about the inn, the stables, my treasured photo of Michel, the food, here I brought you some."
Dean pulled her down to his side and kissed her.
"I'm so happy for you. Can the food wait just a little bit?"
"Yes," she responded coyly. "Glad to see you wire free and out of the hospital, though I do miss that cute paper gown…"
They were kissing again, tongues lapping, hands exploring.
Dean wished the gash in his side and the healing puncture in his lungs would instantly disappear so they could finally give in to their desires and…
"Dean, how long until you are healed? Until your lungs are back to full capacity and your wound is fully closed up?"
"Too long. This is torture waiting for, I want to be with you Lorelai." He said it. Aloud. To her. He stopped kissing her neck. Whoa. He looked at her face expectantly to see her reaction.
"Oh, yeah, well, WOW! I," she sighed heavily and looked down at her lap, "I fall asleep thinking about us, um," she was stammering.
"I hadn't pictured you being shy regarding sex." Why did I say that? Am I daring her to have sex with me? Too hot, cannot think clearly. Stop talking.
Lorelai lightly slapped his chest, and his comment emboldened her, "Then your picture is accurate mister. I fall asleep thinking of our bodies sweaty and tangled. I'm rather wild and talented sexually I'll have you know. Not many men can handle my powers. You're going to listen to me now, I'm in charge," Lorelai straddled Dean on the couch, careful not to cause too much movement. "I don't want to just talk about sex with you," she said point blank, staring into Dean's eyes. Dean's could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his dick was throbbing, and he frantically tugged and untied the knot of her wrap dress with his hand, and Lorelai shrugged the fabric from her shoulders.
She is going to kill me, right here, right now. She is so fucking hot. OW! Fucking injury. "Lorelai,"
"Shh, this is happening now. We don't have to wait. My powers can be used for good. I'll be gentle, for now," Lorelai was summoning the power to take this slow so she wouldn't wreck his surgical wounds. She knew she could still achieve satisfaction even if they couldn't be extremely physical. The challenge was exciting her more and more. His voice was so deep and husky, there could be no more waiting. She slinked off his lap, and swiftly pulled his sweatpants off.
"Commando again?" Lorelai was totally wet now, seeing his massive hard on.
"Too much effort to put them on." He had tried, but it was too painful trying not to crouch over to do it. He didn't want a nurse to help him put on underwear so he skipped it.
"Good, then you can use that saved effort to take mine off." She turned around and bent down so her ass was practically in his face.
Oh my god. Look at her.
Dean's hand palmed her ass, groping each cheek, trailing his finger down the single silky thread of fabric between her cheeks. Then he hooked his fingers into the thin elastic of her thong and pulled it down until it simply fell to the floor.
His fingers slid between her legs, and felt her warm wet folds glide between his fingers.
"Uuuuuuh, Dean, *gasp* touch me, like that, don't...stop." This feels electric. I am going to fall down and hurt him, uhhhhh, must stop, and…
"Lorelai, you are so beautiful. And so wet. This isn't fair…" Dean wanted to throw her down on the couch and explore her with his tongue, but that was physically impossible.
She turned around disengaging his hand. "It is fair, I have you where I want you." She took his powerful hand and placed it on her ass as she mounted his erection, teasingly slow, going down and then up, down more until a rhythm was established.
They were synced. Dean's hand unfastened the back of her bra, she removed it, and he pressed her to him, reveling in the sensation of her hardened nipples rubbing up and down his chest. Lorelai's hands gently pulled his t shirt over his head so she could toss it and scratch her nails up and down his back. All this contact with her bare skin was dizzying.
"You feel so good!" they both exclaimed in unison.
Dean moaned and Lorelai shouted, "Yeah, more, Dean more," and she arched her back, away from his chest, sinking her nails into his shoulders, trying hard not to bounce or shake too much as Dean's hand firmly massaged and squeezed her swelling breasts, pinching her nipples, absorbing the sound of her moans.
Dean winced a little, definitely a pain from his side, and Lorelai slowed the grind of her hips, and stretched up before his face.
He is gorgeous. Even injured, he's so strong. His body, I just want to sink my teeth into him. His eyes are so grateful but I'm the one who feels lucky to capture his attention. I can't believe he wants to be with me when he could have someone younger, firmer, but uhooooh, his breath on my body, he's going to melt me from the inside.
"Your tits, damn, they are so perfect." Dean groaned a deep guttural groan into her chest. "Let's escape to a nudist colony. Covering this body with clothes is a sin." She wickedly smiled and tilted closer and his tongue traced her areolas, and his lips kissed her nipples, making her moan.
They were completely lost in one another.