September 24th, 1983
9.43 PM
The moon was bright above Hartford, casting its soft, silver light across the quiet streets as Chris made his way through the thick bushes at the back of the Gilmore mansion. He moved carefully, very well aware that Richard's study was on the bottom floor. As he moved past that particular window, he spotted Richard lighting a cigar. Chris ducked. He could only imagine what Richard would do to him if he found him crouching under a bush.
A moment later, he reached the drainpipe. It certainly wasn't his first time climbing, but it was his first time going up a drainpipe. He gave it a shake. The drainpipe wobbled slightly, its stability definitely questionable, but it would most likely be enough. Besides, nobody remembered a coward. Chris unfastened his tie and shrugged off his school blazer, folding it neatly beneath a nearby bush. He rubbed his hands together.
"Okay, enter Spiderman Hayden."
At first, the drainpipe seemed to be more stable than he first had thought, but having climbed a good three meters, it started to groan under his weight.
"Oh, come on," he mumbled into the dark, "just hold on a little more". The drainpipe replied with an especially loud creak.
A bit surprised that he actually made it to the third story, he pulled himself over the balcony's edge and landed gracefully with a soft thud, flashing a triumphant grin at Lorelai.
"And they say romance is dead."
"Well, Romeo, not every guy is scaling walls to see me."
He raised an eyebrow at her and pulled her close.
"Hey, I've missed you," Chris said, resting his forehead against hers.
"I've missed you too. And for the record, getting grounded for a thousand years wasn't exactly my plan."
He smiled and kissed her softly, gently cupping her face between his hands.
"So, Romeo," Lorelai said, "how did you ever survive without me? I can't imagine your days were anything but a dreary haze of longing."
"Oh, Juliet, it was a trial unlike any other! The sun lost its warmth, the food lost its taste, and the very air I breathed seemed thinner without your presence."
Lorelai grinned.
"That's some tragedy. I'm glad you made it through such torment."
She pushed him a little bit away from her.
"You're in your uniform?"
"Well, baby, coming straight from late night detention to see you."
"Detention? You? Shocking."
"It's a talent. "
"One of your many." She patted his chest. "And, oh, did you get my note through Amelia?"
"Yeah," Chris dug into his pocket and pulled out an assortment of lollipops. "wasn't sure which you'd like, so I got a variety."
"Thank you, Lord. I haven't seen anything even remotely edible for days."
"The Gilmore prison diet consists of goose liver and truffle-infused quail eggs?"
Lorelai eagerly unwrapped two lollipops, popping one into her mouth and offering the other to Chris.
"Ah, artificial cherry," she sighed contentedly. "Truly the pinnacle of culinary invention." Chris tasted his grape lollipop.
"Huh, this one is good. Brings me back to the juice boxes we had in kindergarten, those purple square ones, remember?"
Lorelai reached out for it. "Oh, give it to me! Nothing says childhood as fake grape."
"Not a chance, this one's mine." He grinned at her and leaned back, casually, against the balcony railing, and noticed the telescope.
"I can see someone has borrowed their father's telescope again."
"I've been locked up for an eternity, I was bored."
"I see. Any luck spotting alien ships tonight?"
"Well, turns out, our neighbors offer more entertainment than any distant galaxy."
"So, what's the latest in Hartford's prime-time drama?"
"Well, The Jenkins' barbecue turned into a blockbuster disaster movie. Their grill auditioned for a role as a bonfire and Mr. Jenkins battled the blaze that had claimed not only the dinner but also a good portion of the lawn furniture."
She was so sweet when she ranted. He smiled at her.
"Hey, let me in on that cherry action," he said, reaching out for her arm to get to taste her lollipop. But Lorelai dangled it just out of his reach.
"What's the magic word?" He made a grab for it, but she was too quick.
"Come on, Gilmore, don't torture a guy like this," he protested.
"Ah, but where's the fun in that?" Lorelai countered, tapping the lollipop against her own lips.
"You know, I've heard that the anticipation can make things taste even sweeter."
She pressed the lollipop to his lips.
"Patience rewarded," she said, pushing a little to get him to open his mouth. Their gazes locked as she slid the lollipop in and out. Oh. He felt his cheeks flushing a little. He pulled Lorelai onto his lap, and she started to give him little kisses between the lollipop licks. Lick, kiss, lick, kiss. He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling the taste of her lips, and cherry, and tongue, and cherry.
But after a moment, Lorelai paused. Her attention was snagged by something she glimpsed out of the corner of her eye.
"Wait a second," she said, gently disengaging from his embrace, "what's going on at the Dominsky's?"
"Hey, where are you going?" Chris protested, his eyes fluttering open as he reached out for her, "I was starting to really enjoy that flavor!"
But she was already at the balcony's edge, straining for a view of the neighboring house. Ok, ok. Chris got up and joined her at the telescope.
"Ok, wow, I've got a close up here… Mrs. Dominsky is really putting on a show tonight! Hartford's got talent."
Lorelai jumped down and pushed him aside.
"Move over, I need to really see this spectacle."
She zoomed in on the scene, but pulled back in shock.
"Oh my god! What is that? What's she doing? That's not dancing, that's... that's an exorcism in motion! An exorcism in nothing but underalls!"
She flung herself onto the balcony cushions she had put there since Chris got grounded last time. They'd come in handy every now and then. She clasped her hands over her eyes.
"I need holy water, stat."
Chris sank down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"I'm not so sure the Pope provides that for these kinds of circumstances."
He pulled her closer, resting his forehead against his.
"Did I tell you I've really missed you?"
"No, go again."
He smiled a little and kissed her, oh, that was that taste of cherry again, and he really, really was the best kisser. All the sloppy Stevens in the world had nothing on him. He shivered as she let her hands trail down his neck. He nuzzled her, kissed her nose, cheeks, jaw, earlobe, before moving on to the neck. Lately, they'd been advancing, really learned what the other liked best and he discovered her neck and ears were a real soft spot of hers. She whimpered a little and he took his time, agonizingly slow taking turns kissing and breathing out hot air, making her squirm in his arms. She breathed heavily.
"You're very pretty tonight," he said, pausing to smile and look her in the eye.
"So are you," she smiled back at him. "And very hot."
She tugged at his shirt, prompting him to roll on top of her. As he did so, and his face was millimeters from hers, she could feel him against her leg.
"Feeling eager, are we?"
"Sorry, it was a long time since I saw you, right?" He grinned at her.
"Don't be sorry. I've been starving, too."
"Yeah? Is that so?" He mumbled into her neck. "We'll better feed you, then." He kissed her again, his hand trailing up to her breast. Her nipple immediately got hard under his fingers and he moaned into her mouth, thrusting gently at her. Oh, Lord. She involuntarily grinded back, and he let out another moan, letting his hands travel up her back to gently remove her sweater. He started kissing his way down to her bra. When he came so close he could pull at it with his teeth, he reached behind her back to unclip it, struggling a little.
"Knew I should have aimed for a STEM guy."
Chris' eyes narrowed. While holding her gaze he took her nipple in his mouth and gently sucked it while his hand went under her skirt, his fingers tracing the lace of her panties. Uh, she was so wet it might be dripping. And so swollen it almost hurt.
"You really think Bill Gates would have pulled this off," he whispered, kissing her breasts.
"Never tell anyone about our pillow talk, will you?" She grinned, and moaned a little, and squirmed, and kissed the top of his head.
"Scout's honor." He scooted up, shifting over to kissing and nipping her neck again.
"Can we, uh, can we -" he mumbled between kisses, "um, can I try something I wanted for some time?" She grabbed his neck and stared at him.
"Oh god, don't tell me you have a foot fetish."
"Hey, feet are for walking." He held up his hands, palms out. "I was having something else in mind, something I've actually never really tried before," he said, looking a little sheepish. "I wanna, I, um, um, can I go down on you? Seems like, um, a cool thing to do?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. Now things got really interesting.
"You can totally say no if you don't want to," he added when she did not immediately respond.
"A 'cool thing', huh? If it's just to be able to brag to your boys, I'm gonna say no. Otherwise, feel free and try your cool thing. I happen to like it."
"I'm honestly not sure I'll live to tell," he said, voice shaky. He took a deep breath to steady himself. "Okay, here goes."
After removing her panties he kissed his way down over her stomach and positioned himself between her legs. He parted them, slowly. He leaned in and closed the distance between them, gently kissing her wetness, cautious at first. When she arched a little at him, impatiently urging him on, he parted her lips and let his tongue out between her folds. It wasn't like any other thing he'd ever felt, it was wet and soft and heavenly and he almost came from the sheer sensation. It didn't get better when she moaned softly under his ministrations.
"Oh my god," he said, pulling away, "that was… uh, I don't think I can continue!"
"Oh no, why?" She looked at him, all pouty. "The good was just about to start!"
"Well, yeah, that I can only agree to," he said, giving her the side-eye, "a little too good for me."
She grinned.
"It was a cool thing, huh?"
"Definitely." He took a few deep breaths. "Okay, Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, Adams, Jackson, Harrison… No, van Buren…"
"Oh please, just get down there," Lorelai said, pushing his head. He lowered his head again and parted her folds with his tongue. He got braver, tried to lick her like an ice cream, bottom to top. She seemed to like that, her breathing got heavier. He went over to concentrate on the top area, making her squirm and moan.
"Hey, use your fingers, too," she said, looking down at him, her eyes gleaming. He smiled a little and while keeping her gaze he licked two of his fingers, got his tongue back to her folds and slowly sank them into her, causing her to arch off the cushions.
"Oh Jesus, Chris," she let out. "Whatever that was, I demand a replay." He grinned, and continued, kissing and licking while his fingers slid in and out of her. It didn't take long before she flung her head backwards, cramping around his fingers. She laid still for a moment, then she lifted her head and watched him.
"Well, Hayden. Slow clap. You sure you haven't done this before?"
He shook his head and grinned at her, looking utterly pleased with himself.
"What can I say? We concluded that Hartford's got talent tonight."
"Come on," she said, pulling at his ears, "I want you on top of me." He sat up, watching her.
"Nah, I don't know, we don't have any protection," he said, hesitating.
"Come on, it doesn't matter," she said, trying to pull him closer, "it's not like you've never put it in unclad before." But he held back.
"Well, I'm at the brink of explosion here," he said, "and I don't think Romeo and Juliet would have been such a major hit if the last scene was a shotgun wedding." Lorelai sighed.
"Well, then, your loss. I'll take care of it otherwise." Lorelai gently pushed Chris off of her and with a little smile, she took him in his hand. He gasped, his whole body tensed, she kissed him and slowly pulled at him, back and forth, and it didn't take long until he gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan while spilling over her hand. He slumped back at the cushions, eyes closed, smiling, exhaling heavily.
Lorelai watched him lying there all splayed out, shirt open, pants around knees, tie flung back on the window sill. She reached out to gently stroke his hair.
"Gilmore, if that was not your left hand, I swear the consequences will be severe," Chris said, eyes still closed.
Chris sat crouched at the balcony's edge holding the drainpipe with one hand.
"Same time next week, Juliet?" he asked. Lorelai stepped closer to him.
"Sure. If you bring a burger." He reached for her hand and their fingers intertwined.
"Another idea: I just stay? I could hide in your closet, survive on a diet of goose liver." Lorelai leaned in, her forehead touching his.
"Tempting, but I think my mom would notice her goose liver stash dwindling. Plus, I wouldn't get that burger we just mentioned."
She gave him a little kiss and he heaved himself over the balcony's edge, starting his slow descent. As his feet finally touched the ground, he looked back up once more.
"Dream of me, Lorelai Gilmore."
She rolled her eyes.
"As if, Christopher Hayden. I only dream of Pop-Tarts." But she did smile. He raised his hand in goodbye and started walking backwards from the Gilmore Mansion. The night wrapped around Lorelai like a soft cloak as she slowly disappeared out of sight.