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To this day, Lorelai doesn't really know how or why Peter showed up in Stars Hollow. She'd met him at the secret bar (Babette had told him about the secret bar, which figures because he's gorgeous and Babette is Babette and really, the secret bar is only a secret from Taylor--their mayor). Anyway, she'd run into him at the secret bar. He'd been drinking whiskey, she'd been drinking martinis and he was bitter, maybe a little angry and delusioned. He'd needed a place to stay which hadn't been a problem because Lorelai owns a bed and breakfast. She'd taken him back to the Dragonfly Inn, got him a room and left him there for the night.

The next morning she'd met him for breakfast. Even without the alcohol, they'd just clicked. They'd made each other laugh (which is Lorelai's favorite thing). Peter hadn't been in any hurry to leave Stars Hollow and Lorelai hadn't needed the room for anyone else. Days had turned into weeks and Peter had, more nights than not, ended up in Lorelai's room, instead of his room at the Dragonfly. He'd even met Rory on one of her weekends home. Unsurprisingly, they'd gotten along really well. Paul Anka (the dog) even likes him.

It had been a busy weekend at the Dragonfly; Lorelai is pretty sure she hasn't seen Peter while either one of them were fully awake in at least 72 hours, which is why when she finally leave the Dragonfly after getting everything squared away from the weekend rush, she's really looking forward to spending a night in with Peter. She shoots him a text to let him know she's on her way home then gets in her jeep, stops by Al's Pancake World for Chinese and kicks off her heels as she steps inside the house, hands full of bags of food. "Honey, I'm home," she yells out, putting the food on the table then leans over to ruffle Paul Anka's ears, baby talk him a little and kiss the top of his head. When she straightens, the dog goes over to her heels. It's his routine. He'll pick them up very carefully in his mouth, take them up to the bedroom and line them up in the closet. He's the most helpful dog ever.

"Peter?" she calls, padding through the kitchen barefoot. If he's not here, she's really going to be disappointed.

So he had gotten stranded. It happens to the best of them at times but never in Peter Quill's life had it happened to him. This is what happens when you let others occasionally pilot the Milano. Especially when you let stupid raccoons with attitude problems take the helm. All he had wanted was one chance to see Earth again. Maybe show the rest of the Guardians where their fearless Star-Lord came from. He never expected the assholes to actually leave him here.

Stars Hollow was a long way from the town he grew up with, but it hasn't been bad. Their secret bar served a good shot of whiskey and the company had been a lot sweeter than he expected. If he was going to be stuck on this damn planet, at least he had someone pretty to look at. Except Lorelai had quickly become more than a pretty face. She's smart and witty and as up on her pop culture as he'd be if he spent his entire on Terra.

Days had turned into weeks and before he even realized what was happening, Peter had found himself in his first grown-up relationship. The most surprising part had been how much he liked it. Sleeping with the same woman night after night hadn't been a drag. She constantly made him laugh. Even meeting Lorelai's grown up daughter hadn't been the terrifying experience he had imagined.

Then the message finally comes through his communicator. He hasn't seen Lorelai all weekend and he had even been in the middle of planning a romantic dinner for the two of them when Rocket's voice came through. Peter had never been happier and more pissed to hear a dude's voice. They'll be here in two days. Vacation time is over, Quill.

What he should be doing is making the most of whatever time he has left. Sweep Lorelai off her feet at the Dragonfly and bring her home for a sex marathon. Instead, Peter's spent the last two hours staring at the communicator and wondering what the hell he's going to tell Lorelai. Her life is clearly here and his... God, he's never hated being one of the good guys more.

Peter's so caught up in his pity party that he doesn't hear her at first. It's not until she calls his name that he realizes that he's no longer alone. Peter takes another look at the communicator and frowns. No time like the present. "Yeah," he shouts, dumping the damn thing on the bed and heading towards the stairs. "Coming down, babe!"

After everything that had happened with Chris and with Luke, Lorelai hadn't planned on getting into another grown up relationship, but it had happened so naturally with Peter, before she'd even realized it. All of the sudden, he was meeting Rory and it was okay. It was good even. Rory likes him and Lorelai is trying not to think too far ahead of anything. After all, he still hasn't met Emily.

She feels guilty about the weekend thing, but it happens from time to time and it's good for business. She assumes Peter will take it in stride; they'll spend a night in together and everything will be okay.

Lorelai has no idea any of this is going on as she sweeps into the house; she's simply looking forward to a night with Peter. "Want me to order food?" she yells back at him. "I brought home some crostini Sookie made left over from this weekend, but there's not much of it. Okay, I confess, I ate most of it in the car on the way home. I was starving." She says all of this as she's half inside the fridge, scrounging for something to eat. "Pizza rolls. We've got half a bag. I think I remember hiding these from you."

From everything he's heard about the Gilmore matriarch, Peter's almost certain that he'd rather hold another Infinity Stone than meet Emily face to face. Call him a coward. Peter's man enough to admit when he's being chicken. And Emily Gilmore definitely warrants that label. Besides, he doesn't exactly think he's alone in this thinking. The Gilmore girls seem to be a close knit group. He's met Rory. He's met almost every other important person in her life. Clearly, Emily is the Force To Be Reckoned With.

"Yeah, uh," he pauses for a second, taking the stairs two at a time as he picks up pace. "Chinese? How does Chinese sound?"

Though maybe he should change that request to pizza. That mention of pizza rolls did make his stomach growl. He jumps down the remaining few steps and lightly jogs into the kitchen. Coming up behind Lorelai, he wraps arms around her waist and pulls her against him. Peter nuzzles her hair and then places a kiss on her temple. "Hey baby."

Emily loves Lorelai and she knows that, but Emily is definitely scary. Almost everyone who's met her would agree. She would run Peter through the wringer and there would be nothing Lorelai could do about it. Eventually, she'll take Peter to dinner at the Gilmores because he has met every other important person in her life, though he should know, Rory was the most important person to meet.

"Chinese sounds good," she responds, tossing the words over her shoulder in the direction of the stairs. "We can watch Breakfast at Tiffany's with it's entirely un-PC Chinese portrayal."

They can have more pizza rolls with the Chinese. A smile curves her lips as he wraps his arms around her and she relaxes back against him with a soft, contented sigh. She is so in trouble when it comes to this man. "Hey, Sexy. How's it going?" she asks, finally turning in his arms to kiss him lightly.

She's in trouble? He's/i> the one in trouble. Especially now that his crew's remembered his existence and plan on picking him up. What's he supposed to say to her? 'Sorry babe, gotta dash. The galaxy needs some saving'? He can't exactly ask her to come with him. Lorelai's got a life in Star's Hollow. She has a daughter. Rory might be doing her own thing right now, but Peter saw the bond between them.

Shit. He's in so much trouble. Maybe he can just distract her right now. Distract both of them. Who needs dinner when they can skip straight to dessert?

"Better now that you're here," he says, completely aware how cheesy the line sounds. At least it's a truth. Peter kisses her back, his mouth a little more demanding than hers. "We've got some time to make up for."

Lorelai knows nothing of the crew or that they're going to pick him up. He could say that and promise to return. She could also go with him, but she's always going to have to come back to Stars Hollow. Rory may not need her the way a child needs a mother, but both Rory and Lorelai need each other. That is never going to change.

As always, Lorelai is in absolute favor of distraction when a problem arises. However, he better not leave without a word to her. That would not only break her heart but he'd be in for a world of trouble when/if he returned.

It does sound cheesy, but Lorelai is a fan of cheese, both dairy and verbal, particularly when it's true. "At least a weekend's worth," she agrees when he breaks that kiss. She wraps her arms a little tighter around his neck and kisses him with the same sort of passion and demand that he'd incited. She goes up on her toes just a bit (has she mentioned how much she loves how tall Peter is) and presses her body against his, her fingers creeping up to card through his hair.

It's been a long time since he's had to keep a secret from someone important. This isn't like keeping one twin from finding out that he's slept with the other, too. Peter genuinely cares about Lorelai. Hell, he might be falling in love with her. Despite that, he's kept quiet about Star Lord and the Guardians of the Galaxy. It was easier to have her think that he's just an average guy from Missouri. Now, he's not certain what to do. Leave without bothering with any goodbyes? Make up another excuse? Tell the truth?

He'll take Plan D for $100, Trebek. Why should he bother planning anything out when he can continue to fly by the seat of his pants? Definitely the safest route.

"At least," he agrees, the words murmured against her lips. He runs his hands down her back, resting his palms on her ass before lifting her up on to the nearest counter. Peter kisses her again as he plays with the hem of her shirt. At least a weekend's worth means that they need to get started ASAP. "First, we need to get you out of these clothes."

Lorelai is going to be crushed if Peter doesn't genuinely care about her because she's definitely in love with Peter. She'd been under the impression that Peter felt the same way. She'll be more than a little surprised to find out about the Guardians of the Galaxy; she might think he's crazy. Fortunately, crazy isn't a turn off for her. He's going to break her heart, isn't he?

Well, there's something to be said for Plan D. Lorelai spends much of her life operating by the seat of her pants.

When he lifts her up to the nearest counter, her legs wind around his waist and pull him closer. Her hands slide over his shoulders and down his back a little. Her lips curl into a smile at his words. She leans in slightly and kisses him again. "I like the way you think. The bedroom? Or...are you liking the kitchen?"

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