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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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