It had been a long and dreary day at the Dragonfly. The weather brought pavement gray rain, and the guests looked like the zombies from Thriller. So now, in her Jeep, she was feeling a little happier as she drove to Dean's apartment. His roommate was in Vegas for a bachelor's party, and Dean texted her after he dropped Kyle off at the airport. It was the first time they would see one another since THAT night/morning.

Dean had been back at the apartment for a short time, but he felt stronger, almost fully recovered because he decided that since he was jailed in his parents' home, he'd make the most of his time served and get better. He also felt that his time with Lorelai was slipping away, because college would be starting, and he wanted to make something of himself and would Lorelai really make an effort to see him once he had classes and homework taking up his time?

Dean buzzed her up.

Lorelai walked into the apartment and Dean's body began to sweat. One look at him, standing tall, with that sexy "Yes that's what I'm thinking" smirk, and she felt every synapse firing. In an instant Dean was kissing her, and Lorelai started pulling his t-shirt over his head.

"Um, hi!" Dean murmured in a husky voice. "Happy to see me?"

Lorelai was consumed, more like overwhelmed by the sight, smell, feel and taste of Dean. She didn't want to talk because then she wouldn't be kissing his mouth, and she thirsted for him. The small part of her brain that was thinking told her "Watch it, don't devour him. You shouldn't need him this much. What is wrong with you?"

Dean decided to go with it and they stumbled to his bedroom, tripping over their discarded clothing and collapsing on the mattress. Dean swiftly positioned Lorelai's body so he could pleasure her and erase every other man she'd been with from her memory.

Oh my GOD he is going to reduce me to a puddle. Aaah! This is even better than my dreams.

All Lorelai could vocalize were moans and sharp cries while her hands alternated between gripping the sheets and gathering clumps of his hair, practically ripping it from his scalp.

She tastes so sweet but her pelvic movements are so dirty. She's like a porn star and right now, she is all mine.

Dean knew by her sound and her movement that she climaxed and Lorelai fought her exhaustion and forced her body to slip off the edge of the bed, and tumble on top of Dean, pinning his shoulders to the floor.

"May I speak?"

"I think we know your tongue is capable of many abilities…"

"Good, you aren't mute. You can't possibly think you can hold me down on the floor, do you?"

"Yes, actually I do."

Dean clamped his hands on her waist, and pulled her along with him as he stood up and leaned her against the wall, trapping her between his giant tree limb arms.

"Ooh, big strong man," she cooed in a playful voice.

Dean laughed and kissed her.

Lorelai curled the fingers on her right hand firmly around his erection and steadied the descent to her knees using her left hand as it trailed down his torso. Slowly, she massaged his penis with her hand, loving the deep moans escaping his mouth. Eager to please him as much as he had her, she started sucking his cock, speeding up the motion while one of his giant hands stroked her hair. Soon his body began to quiver and his cock pulsed, and Lorelai, for the first time, swallowed semen. She never wanted to do that before. She wanted all of him. As he was at the height of orgasm, Lorelai felt sadness wash over her because she was ruined. She wouldn't recover from Dean.

Dean is the one I want. I want Dean. No one else. No one else makes me feel like this. He's going to meet someone at college. I'm going to be alone. Damn you clarity.

Dean was on the floor with her, kissing the hair on top of her head, wrapping her up in his arms.

"Lorelai, are you crying?"

She couldn't look into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his left forearm and buried her face in his shoulder.

"No talking," was all she could whisper.

After several minutes, Dean scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

"Make love to me Dean. Yes, that sounds cheesy, but do it. I want you inside me. Now." Her words weren't commanding. It sounded shy, almost begging.

"Then your wish is my command."

The smallest sliver of daylight fell over Dean's face. Wearily, he opened his eyes and he began to focus on the woman tucked into his side. Lorelai's face was peaceful in sleep. She was beautiful, with her hair wild and natural, her arm resting across his chest. Dean was happy. He fell back asleep, his face turned to hers.

Eventually Lorelai woke, stretching every limb, waking Dean but not before she caught a glimpse of him, sleeping and handsome with hair messed up, both his hands resting on her back. All Lorelai could think in her head was "he's so dreamy" as if she were some dumb teenager. She did feel like a dumb teenager, one who had the cutest boyfriend who was going to break up with her. She hated herself.

Dean noticed her furrowed brow. Uh oh, she's pondering something, and it isn't good.

"Good morning gorgeous. Did you sleep alright?" He had to break her thoughts and turn this around.

"Yes, I was too exhausted NOT to sleep a deep sleep. You surprised me."

"Surprised you? Like a clown jumping out of a closet?"

"No, not like that. Not like...you were different from the other men I've been with."

"I should hope so. You're different from the other females I've been with." Dean noticed her face turning sour, and he quickly added, "My first girlfriend, Beth, back in Chicago and then Lindsey. You are in a whole different league." Dean was sure Rory would have told her if they had ever slept together, but on the off chance there was doubt, he needed that crystal clear while she lay naked in his bed.

"Dean…"

"Before you say another word, I love you. I love waking up to you. You make me happy Lorelai."

Shit. How do I respond to that? This doesn't feel real. It's too good. I'm too happy. I'm not 16, not pregnant and as my mother put it "needing to get married" I'm not slipping out of a man's bed to get home to my daughter, I'm not feeling trapped to stay with a guy just because we get along okay and I'm tired of being alone so he'll do, this isn't like any of the other times I've been in a bed with a man. I don't want to invent an excuse to bolt. I'm content to stay right here. Maybe I'm slightly embarrassed that I want to be here so badly, but how can I turn his words into something ugly? He's the perfect man. What do I do?

Dean interrupted her thoughts again with a passionate, dizzying kiss.

"Dean I need to go to the bathroom. My breath stinks."

"Yes it does, and so does mine. But you're not getting up yet. I'm not ready to be alone in this bed. You won't get back in bed if you get up now. You might leave. Just stay put. I'll gladly suffer halitosis if it means your warm skin pressed to mine." He rolled her on top of his body and ran one hand through her hair while the other hand traced circles on her back. Lorelai relented.

"I love you Dean," she mumbled softly into his collarbone.