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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.
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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."
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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?"