Special Hell
Title: Special Hell
Author: PirateScoundrel
Pairing/Character: Lorelai/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1163
Summary: (Partially AU due to the founder's day picnic reference being out of sync with show canon/timeline) A brief glimpse into a Dean Forester and Lorelai Gilmore's secret affair. Luke suspects. Post Rory/Dean Breakup.
Spoilers: 2.13 "A-Tisket, A-Tasket"; 1.17 "The Breakup, Part II" (Partially AU due to the founder's day picnic reference being out of sync with show canon/timeline
Cross posted: lorelai_decaf, lorelai_sam, deanfest_2007
"Hey, hey, hey! Cut it out! Break it up! You! Back off!"
Lorelai's voice and the impression her nails had left on Luke's forearm echoed fresh on skin and memory as his eyes burned in her direction. As he stood outside of the diner with Rory, his lips parted to say something, apologize for the outburst, but resolved simply to walk back inside and dejectedly believe that there was nothing going on between her and Dean Forester.
"Come on Rory, let's see if I can't get you and your mom a few coffees to go."
The offer was pathetic. She could see right through it too, but it was enough to latch onto so that her mother could get Dean out of her face and his. Luke was thankful as hell when she took it.
"What the hell was that about?" Lorelai spoke low, pulling Dean down a side alley between Doose's Market and the bookstore.
"You tell me I was just walking by when Luke decided to go all Martin Burney on me."
"I'm so sorry about that are you ok?" She seemed sincere, her big bright blue eyes looking over the reddening spot under his eye as her hand reached out toward Dean's face.
"I'm fine Lor, I just, I'm getting really tired of lying to everyone about this. If it isn't Rory confronting me about my late nights at work, now I have Luke Danes tackling me in the street because he thinks he saw something between me and you at the founders day picnic."
"Dean would you just relax? I'm trying my best to put out all of the fires-"
It was as far as she got before his mouth was crushing against hers. The sudden movement to close the gap between them had been so swift, it was enough to send the back of Lorelai's skull smacking against the rough brick of the aft building.
"I like our fires." He whispered, hands rushing over her sides, one down to cup the back of her ass the other up to almost crush against her throat.
"I just think I needed to make it very clear how hard this is for me." Dean ground his lower half up against her; making the double entendre apparent.
"Dean! What are you doing?" Lorelai hissed, pushing against his upper arms as he explored the curves of her body. "Someone might see us! I have to get back, Rory-"
"No one is going to see us, and Rory can wait a few minutes."
His strong tall frame was jacked up against her, the hand between their bodies working the button of her jeans open and then under the gossamer thin material of her underwear. The other snaked up under the soft blue of her cardigan to cup the curve of her breast.
Lorelai was gasping to catch her breath as Dean's mouth kissed hungrily at the side of her neck. The stubble of his cheek scraped against the soft underside of her jaw, augmenting the baby-soft tease of thumb against silk covered nipple. But the rapid circular motion over her nerve center was what pushed her over the edge and made a cry of pleasure bubble out from between rouge painted lips. His mouth covered hers in a deep kiss, muting the noise. Paranoia that someone might overhear was his only motivator, otherwise the sound of Lorelai Gilmore crying out as she got off, was a noise Dean coveted to hear since he'd moved to Stars Hollow.
Sliding two digits into her, Dean continued the same relentless rhythm, his thumb replacing the circular pressure.
"Just let go. Cum for me, let me feel it." He urged, whispering against her lips, his voice rich and deep with fresh maturity. Her eyes winked open briefly, dazzling sapphire making contact with his intense hazel stare until he increased the pressure at her center. Lorelai's hips bucked against his hand, again crying out, this time Dean was ready - his mouth firm against hers.
These encounters made her feel like she was in high school again. - The desperate need to make out below the bleachers with Christopher or sneak him into her bedroom under the noses of her parents echoed similar youthful excitement every time he touched her. It was wrong. She knew it. But it didn't stop her from wanting more. Lorelai came hard and fast. The restrained cries fuelled an animalistic grunt from the underage boy who should have wanted this from her daughter and not her.
He drew his hand away, satisfied for the moment. Even though they both knew this wouldn't last, for the time being, she was his. The jealously that had fed the green-eyed monster in Dean Forester wanted to take more, but now wasn't the time. Lorelai would have to wait until later to feel him deep inside.
"God I want to fuck you." He confessed, admiring how his handwork had left her breathless and flushed.
"I know. But-"
"-Rory, yeah, she's waiting. We don't have time."
He glanced to the exposure of street side, thankful that the bookstore's paper recycling dumpster had been there to offer a limited guise of cover. Though only a few minutes had passed, they both knew that any more and people might come looking. Small town gossip being what it was, it wasn't difficult to imagine what the heat would be like if anyone got wind of their affair.
"I can leave the stockroom door unlocked if you want to continue this later tonight?"
She nodded, digits working to zip up her jeans and smooth mussed up tangles of hair.
"Oh boy howdy do I." she gushed, cheeks reddened and voice giddy with the after rush from what had just transpired. "I'll see you in a few hours Dean..."
They parted separate ways, Lorelai taking the small walk back to the main street, Dean continuing down the alleyway so he could come out on the far side of the market. She tried not to look guilty as she strode back toward the diner. Her form cut across the four way intersection past the newly installed traffic light before ducking under the catty-corner awning at the front of the restaurant.
"What was that all about?" Rory inquired as her mother slipped back into her chair by the door. Reaching out, the elder Gilmore recovered her coffee cup and took an overlarge sip.
"You know Luke… he's was just pissed off about the whole breakup situation. He was only trying to protect you. I talked to Dean. I think it'll blow over in a few days."
The internal guilt was eating her up. Lying to Luke and the rest of the town was one thing but to her daughter was a horse of a different color.
"Yeah I know. It's really sweet, but I'm fine Mom. Really I am."
"I know sweetheart. Hey, did you want to rent some old movies? Maybe invite Sookie and Lane over for a girl's night?"
"Yeah that sounds great."
"Okay, I'll stop by Doosie's on the way back from Hartford; pick up some mint chocolate chip ice cream and some snackables."
(To be continued...)
Author: PirateScoundrel
Pairing/Character: Lorelai/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1163
Summary: (Partially AU due to the founder's day picnic reference being out of sync with show canon/timeline) A brief glimpse into a Dean Forester and Lorelai Gilmore's secret affair. Luke suspects. Post Rory/Dean Breakup.
Spoilers: 2.13 "A-Tisket, A-Tasket"; 1.17 "The Breakup, Part II" (Partially AU due to the founder's day picnic reference being out of sync with show canon/timeline
Cross posted: lorelai_decaf, lorelai_sam, deanfest_2007
"Hey, hey, hey! Cut it out! Break it up! You! Back off!"
Lorelai's voice and the impression her nails had left on Luke's forearm echoed fresh on skin and memory as his eyes burned in her direction. As he stood outside of the diner with Rory, his lips parted to say something, apologize for the outburst, but resolved simply to walk back inside and dejectedly believe that there was nothing going on between her and Dean Forester.
"Come on Rory, let's see if I can't get you and your mom a few coffees to go."
The offer was pathetic. She could see right through it too, but it was enough to latch onto so that her mother could get Dean out of her face and his. Luke was thankful as hell when she took it.
"What the hell was that about?" Lorelai spoke low, pulling Dean down a side alley between Doose's Market and the bookstore.
"You tell me I was just walking by when Luke decided to go all Martin Burney on me."
"I'm so sorry about that are you ok?" She seemed sincere, her big bright blue eyes looking over the reddening spot under his eye as her hand reached out toward Dean's face.
"I'm fine Lor, I just, I'm getting really tired of lying to everyone about this. If it isn't Rory confronting me about my late nights at work, now I have Luke Danes tackling me in the street because he thinks he saw something between me and you at the founders day picnic."
"Dean would you just relax? I'm trying my best to put out all of the fires-"
It was as far as she got before his mouth was crushing against hers. The sudden movement to close the gap between them had been so swift, it was enough to send the back of Lorelai's skull smacking against the rough brick of the aft building.
"I like our fires." He whispered, hands rushing over her sides, one down to cup the back of her ass the other up to almost crush against her throat.
"I just think I needed to make it very clear how hard this is for me." Dean ground his lower half up against her; making the double entendre apparent.
"Dean! What are you doing?" Lorelai hissed, pushing against his upper arms as he explored the curves of her body. "Someone might see us! I have to get back, Rory-"
"No one is going to see us, and Rory can wait a few minutes."
His strong tall frame was jacked up against her, the hand between their bodies working the button of her jeans open and then under the gossamer thin material of her underwear. The other snaked up under the soft blue of her cardigan to cup the curve of her breast.
Lorelai was gasping to catch her breath as Dean's mouth kissed hungrily at the side of her neck. The stubble of his cheek scraped against the soft underside of her jaw, augmenting the baby-soft tease of thumb against silk covered nipple. But the rapid circular motion over her nerve center was what pushed her over the edge and made a cry of pleasure bubble out from between rouge painted lips. His mouth covered hers in a deep kiss, muting the noise. Paranoia that someone might overhear was his only motivator, otherwise the sound of Lorelai Gilmore crying out as she got off, was a noise Dean coveted to hear since he'd moved to Stars Hollow.
Sliding two digits into her, Dean continued the same relentless rhythm, his thumb replacing the circular pressure.
"Just let go. Cum for me, let me feel it." He urged, whispering against her lips, his voice rich and deep with fresh maturity. Her eyes winked open briefly, dazzling sapphire making contact with his intense hazel stare until he increased the pressure at her center. Lorelai's hips bucked against his hand, again crying out, this time Dean was ready - his mouth firm against hers.
These encounters made her feel like she was in high school again. - The desperate need to make out below the bleachers with Christopher or sneak him into her bedroom under the noses of her parents echoed similar youthful excitement every time he touched her. It was wrong. She knew it. But it didn't stop her from wanting more. Lorelai came hard and fast. The restrained cries fuelled an animalistic grunt from the underage boy who should have wanted this from her daughter and not her.
He drew his hand away, satisfied for the moment. Even though they both knew this wouldn't last, for the time being, she was his. The jealously that had fed the green-eyed monster in Dean Forester wanted to take more, but now wasn't the time. Lorelai would have to wait until later to feel him deep inside.
"God I want to fuck you." He confessed, admiring how his handwork had left her breathless and flushed.
"I know. But-"
"-Rory, yeah, she's waiting. We don't have time."
He glanced to the exposure of street side, thankful that the bookstore's paper recycling dumpster had been there to offer a limited guise of cover. Though only a few minutes had passed, they both knew that any more and people might come looking. Small town gossip being what it was, it wasn't difficult to imagine what the heat would be like if anyone got wind of their affair.
"I can leave the stockroom door unlocked if you want to continue this later tonight?"
She nodded, digits working to zip up her jeans and smooth mussed up tangles of hair.
"Oh boy howdy do I." she gushed, cheeks reddened and voice giddy with the after rush from what had just transpired. "I'll see you in a few hours Dean..."
They parted separate ways, Lorelai taking the small walk back to the main street, Dean continuing down the alleyway so he could come out on the far side of the market. She tried not to look guilty as she strode back toward the diner. Her form cut across the four way intersection past the newly installed traffic light before ducking under the catty-corner awning at the front of the restaurant.
"What was that all about?" Rory inquired as her mother slipped back into her chair by the door. Reaching out, the elder Gilmore recovered her coffee cup and took an overlarge sip.
"You know Luke… he's was just pissed off about the whole breakup situation. He was only trying to protect you. I talked to Dean. I think it'll blow over in a few days."
The internal guilt was eating her up. Lying to Luke and the rest of the town was one thing but to her daughter was a horse of a different color.
"Yeah I know. It's really sweet, but I'm fine Mom. Really I am."
"I know sweetheart. Hey, did you want to rent some old movies? Maybe invite Sookie and Lane over for a girl's night?"
"Yeah that sounds great."
"Okay, I'll stop by Doosie's on the way back from Hartford; pick up some mint chocolate chip ice cream and some snackables."
(To be continued...)