Hey people, welcome to the longest and last chapter of It Happened One New Year's Night. Hope you enjoyed the ride... if you excuse the pun. This one isn't so SFW. Rated: M for adult themes.

oxoxoxo

Lorelai cleared her throat as she moved up to her best friend and couldn't quite wipe the smirk off her face. "And how are you?" Sookie grinned, looking at Lorelai's swollen lips, her lipstick a little smudged and her hair ruffled. Lorelai merely released a long held breath as an answer and continued to grin.

"Just…wow." She finally chuckled.

"Yeah?" Sookie asked, interested despite her previous warning. She still felt uneasy though.

"One of the best kisses I've ever had." Lorelai proudly declared causing Sookie to look up in shock.

"Lorelai," Sookie winced. "You can't be serious."

"Totally and completely," Lorelai grinned. "Now… It's hostess time." She moved off with a fixed smirk on her mouth and began to chat with some of the punters. Sookie frowned and watched her leave with a shake of the head. This was getting out of control. She looked over to the corner of the room where Paris began to talk to Kieran, a huge smile on her face and looking a little dopey.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I can't see," Paris giggled, trying to focus at the man.

"She knocked you out, huh?" Kieran gently nudged her with his fist. Paris nodded with a smile on her face so wide, Kieran wanted to cry.

"Umm… I'm sorry." Paris mumbled, coming down from her high.

The young man frowned, his green eyes unclear. "Why?"

"Because I know you're into me." She whispered as if it were a terrible thing.

Kieran smiled. "Aww, hon don't worry about it, friends is better." She nodded at him and tried to get back into the conversation that he and Millie were having. "Why aren't you over there?"

Paris cleared her throat, watching his eyes drift over to where Lorelai was standing, offering people snacks. "I don't think I should answer that."

"Fair enough," Kieran nodded, deciding to leave it at that.

Two hours later and things had died down. Luckily for all the staff, most of the Dragonfly customers were good, although somewhat aging and were rapidly finding the whole affair quite tiresome. Slowly but surely, even the staff members had started to leave. Sookie frowned at her friend's moony face and became worried.

"Lorelai…" She tapped her shoulder.

"Hmm…" Lorelai's eyes were half closed.

"You're not gonna sleep with her, are you?" The chef stared at her and shook her head when there was no answer. "Lorelai, no."

"Okay, so what if I don't sleep with her, but we kiss and cuddle and go to sleep? Fully clothed."

Sookie gave a big sigh and looked at the brunette's unwavering, hopeful smile. "Okay, I just don't understand. How are you suddenly crushing over women? I d… I don't get it."

"Do you have to?" Lorelai frowned. "I mean I don't get it, I'm straight… a little bent on the side, but Sook, something about her tonight is making my insides go wiggly and I have to… you know, pursue that."

"Do you really have to though?" Sookie frowned. "Lorelai, I don't think this is a good idea."

"I'll hate myself if I didn't." Lorelai explained. "Since when do I feel like that? Not since Luke, not since anyone." She said gently. "I don't just jump into bed with anybody. I have to connect with them. Tonight, I do."

Sookie sighed and reached up to put her hands on Lorelai's shoulders. "I don't like this." She took a breath. "Be careful. You dare break her heart, or upset Rory or mess this up and you have all of this to blame yourself for, alright? I know I can't persuade you, I learned the hard way… . Don't make this more serious than it is. Just please, be careful. "

Lorelai bit her lip and nodded slightly. "I will…well, I'm gonna go then."

Sookie rolled her eyes and gathered her things. "Happy New Year, Lorelai."

The innkeeper gave a bright smile back and nodded back to her to her friend who had already began to leave. "Happy New Year to you too."

oxoxoxo

Lorelai took a few settling breaths as she stood outside room 9 and knocked. "Hello?" The small voice filtered through the door and she gulped.

"It's me." Lorelai whispered.

"Come in…" Lorelai nodded to herself, putting her hand on the door and turning it, she entered the room. Paris was sat on the bed in her bra, and panties, wiping her make-up off with a tissue. "Hey."

Lorelai's face turned scarlet and she turned her back awkwardly. "Hi."

The blonde noticed. "Sorry, ummm… do you want me to cover up?" Paris grabbed a pillow and covered her chest, shielding the black satin bra with one hand.

"No…No, it's fine." Lorelai shook her head and finally turned then approached the bed slowly. She sat down hesitantly.

"No chocolates on my pillow," Paris muttered, nearly sadly. "Bed's kinda nice though."

Lorelai was admittedly distracted by the younger woman's surprisingly ample bosom. She cleared her throat, then remembered. "Oh, here…" She took a few small individually wrapped chocolates from her purse and poured them into her hand. "I found some."

Paris looked at her and smiled, feeling a little strange that the passion had suddenly left and was now replaced with an awkward tension. "You've sobered up a little, I think."

Lorelai's blush still hadn't left her cheeks and she had no idea where to look. "A little."

Paris nodded in a dismissive manner. She crawled up to the top of the bed and tucked herself under the covers, lying with her legs wide. Lorelai watched, frozen with fascination as Paris rummaged around a little, her knees tenting the sheets until she brought out her panties, dangling them on her finger and swinging them gently until they flopped to the floor. "You tired? There's plenty of room." She pulled the covers over a little to reveal a healthy glimpse of a hip.

Lorelai actually gulped and she nodded, very unsure of herself. "A little." She crawled up slowly, despite being completely and utterly terrified. "I um… You don't have any panties on."

Now Paris frowned. "Is…Is that a problem? I thought tha-"

"It's fine," Lorelai nodded quickly. "I just, this is so weird, and so wrong." She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, honey." She began to get off the bed.

"Sorry for what?" Paris touched the woman's hand. "I don't think it's wrong."

Lorelai blinked. "I can't do this. This… you're 21."

"22."

"Right… but only just." Lorelai's voice quivered. "And you're so hot right now and… and I want you so bad."

"You do…" Paris needed the statement to be reiterated.

Lorelai nodded. Paris took the information and sighed, her eyes closing as she gave a harder grasp of the woman's hand and slowly brought it down under the covers.

"Paris…Paris, I don't know what I'm doi-" Lorelai choked as she felt soft hair against her fingertips.

Paris pressed the hand against her center harder and lay back. "Feel that?"

"Wh…What?" Lorelai could hardly speak. She had never in her life felt another woman's genitals and this, was… pretty amazing if she was honest. Similar features, familiar textures, all in one touch.

"Feel this," Paris pushed her hand lower and the innkeeper suddenly felt her fingertips coated with wetness.

"Oh god… I dunno if I can do this." Lorelai pulled her hand back and rubbed her fingers together, smoothing the moisture over her fingertips. She was too warm. Her knitted dress made her feel like she couldn't breathe. "I… this is totally new to me, I dunno what I'm doing."

"Me too," Paris husked gently.

Lorelai was about to kiss the woman when she looked back and quirked her eyebrow. "Really now?"

"Truly," the blonde smiled, laughing through her nose. "I can safely say I have never slept with a woman before."

Lorelai nodded, processing the information. "I really don't know how to… you know."

Paris chortled. "Lor, I'm a woman." Lorelai cringed at the nickname. It didn't mean she didn't like it. "I have the same things as you. I have a clitoris, labia…I have it all, alright? Just feel…"

Lorelai closed her eyes, sighing. She felt completely vulnerable and though the other woman was naked, she felt bare. She kept her hands to herself. This was it. 'Call it off. You got your kiss, now just leave, go home and just don't think about her anymore.' She felt a soft texture against her lips. Snapping open her eyes, she saw and felt Paris kiss her. A swipe of tongue against her lips caused her to open her mouth and she groaned slightly when the blonde stroked tenderly at her face and neck with her left hand. She closed her eyes again, feeling a weight on her as Paris straddled her hips.

Lorelai found herself lying down on the comfortable mattress. Paris took a few breaths, feeling dizzy from the kissing and looked down at the brunette. She froze. "I ummm…"

"Shhh," Lorelai found confidence and sat up, chest to chest with the student. She reached behind her back, grasping Paris's bra strap in her fingers and pinging it loose.

The blonde felt Lorelai starting to nibble on her neck. "Thought you said you've never done this before," Paris gripped her lover's back, feeling like she was being wound up like a Chattering Teeth toy.

"I haven't. I promise," Lorelai smiled, kissing along the young woman's jaw.

She felt hands slip up her side and to her back again as Paris slowly nudged her zipper down, tooth by tooth. "Oh fuck…" She felt soft, slightly cold fingers caress her naked back and soon watched as Paris squatted a little, then grabbed the hem of Lorelai's dress and pulled up, leaving her only in her panties and a strapless self adhesive bra.

Paris smirked. "And how on Earth do I get this off?"

Lorelai chuckled. "Peel away, baby." She watched as Paris's curious fingers slipped off the backless chicken cutlet type bra and revealed pert breasts, the nipples larger than she expected.

"Oh…wow." Paris's breath stopped and she cupped them in her hand, moving her thumbs over the nipples in an awkward fashion. They hardened nearly immediately and she smiled.

"You okay?" Lorelai looked down at her chest and back up to Paris whose eyes were watering. "Hey…"

The blonde sniffed. "I'm fine, I'm fine." She reassured herself with a nod and looked up again, lunging forward to kiss Lorelai but the innkeeper broke free, shaking her head.

"What's the matter?" Lorelai lifted the woman's face up and Paris began to laugh quietly.

"Nothing," the student sniffled. "I just… I'm just a little overwhelmed is all."

Lorelai smiled and smoothed her thumb over her cheek and wiped the tears away. "I'll take that as a compliment." She pulled Paris closer, compressing their chests together in a tight grip.

"Please do," Paris nodded, her breathing coming out in subtle pants. "I…you going to take it off?"

"What?" Lorelai mumbled, suckling on an earlobe. She felt Paris writhe on top of her and grinned.

"My bra. You loosened it but you didn't take it off."

"I might explode," Lorelai whined pitifully. Paris chuckled and rolled her eyes, sitting up. She got Paris's attention and slowly pulled away the bra with curious fingers.

"I umm… It's hard to eat healthy these days," The blonde babbled. "I just…I can't seem to lose the-"

"Shh," Lorelai shook her head. "You are beautiful." Her hands ran up and down the grad student's sides. She looked up, completely hypnotised by the swell of her lover's breasts and reached up, squeezing them in each palm. "Beautiful. I wish I was like you."

"Small and fat?" Paris actually snorted. "Come on, Lorelai, don't insult yoursel-"

"Insu…I'm not insulting myself, and you're not fat, please…don't say that." She said seriously and gripped the blonde's back then pulled her down for a kiss. She smiled and pulled away. "You know what I wish?" Their legs twined together and Paris's head rested on the woman's chest, enjoying the patterns Lorelai drew across her back with her fingertips. "I wish I had a pair of 36Cs like you."

"D." Paris muttered.

"Even better," Lorelai chuckled, still drawing circles. "I wish I had hips. I sometimes wish that what I ate came back to bite me on the ass."

"You're crazy," Paris mumbled against her breast. "And you have a nice ass. A perfect ass."

"So I've heard," Lorelai ginned and closed her eyes at the pressure building between her legs. Paris's thigh was strategically placed between them, and she truly had no idea that a mere thigh against her clit could cause so much sensation.

Paris heard the groan and grinned, pushing harder with her thigh and smiling wider when the woman's breath hitched. Maybe she was good at this. Her eyes closed and she reached forward, one forearm keeping her balanced. She found Lorelai's face with her lips, kissing her hotly and releasing her urges. This was the best New Years in her life. A cautious hand reached down to cup her sex. Paris spread her legs and gave her access, then pulled away from the suddenly insistent lips and grinned. "Hey…"

Lorelai's fingers padded around the sensitive skin in an explorative fashion and she blinked, then gave a sheepish smile and pulled her hand away. "I like this." Paris whispered.

"Me too…" The hand stayed away from the younger woman's crotch. Maybe later.

The blonde looked down at the woman's breasts, her hand coming up to stroke the pale skin. "Come up to Boston next weekend." She blurted suddenly. Well done, Geller. Paris nearly growled at herself.

"Paris…" Lorelai sighed. This was where it was about to end before anything even began.

"Please," the blonde gave her a hasty peck on the lips. "Let me take you out."

Lorelai flopped down against the mattress. She covered her eyes and began to groan. "Paris… I can't do this."

"Oh," came the disappointed reply. The blonde lay down next to her as she tried to settle her breathing. 'Keep going,' Paris told herself. 'Don't fuck this up.' She began to nibble at Lorelai's neck to distract herself but the brunette wasn't budging. "Sorry…" She whispered hastily, "Can we continue?"

"How about the weekend after?" Lorelai's voice was muffled, her hands still covering her face. What the actual fuck… The innkeeper had no control over her mouth and she'd said the words before she had time to censor herself.

Paris's head popped up and she grinned, pressing their breasts together. "I think we have a deal, Ms. Gilmore." Her smile grew wider. Fingers delicately plucked the brunette's hands away from her face. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

"Oh shut up," Lorelai rolled her eyes but tugged Paris down for another kiss. She opened her mouth before the blonde even had time to ask for entrance. Tongues tangled together, small moans sounded around the room as their kissing became more intense. Soon Paris's hips began to rock and she thrust against the older woman.

Their breathing got louder, each woman using thighs to give them pleasure. It took a while, but Lorelai soon got the hang of it, her pelvis tilting to meet in time with her lover's thigh, arousal painting the skin. Kisses became more frantic and their moans became louder. Neither used their hands to aid them - they weren't ready. By Lorelai's reasoning, this was working, and she'd stick with it. Her hands wrapped in Paris's short hair and she tugged, eliciting a quiet moan of pleasure that echoed between their occupied lips. The innkeeper pulled away and gasped out a plea. "Harder?"

Paris nodded, and pumped her hips faster, feeling a jolt of pleasure hit her centre. "Fuck…"

The growl caused Lorelai to arch her back, and she pressed her chest into the med student's, one hand reaching down to hold onto what felt like a buttock. The bed squeaked as the two women rushed to get each other off with their thighs, their thrusts now fully in time with each other.

Lorelai rolled them over suddenly and tried it for herself, the power of being on top, the notion of 'thrusting into someone' seemed wonderful. Their position was invigorating. She settled her hands on each side of the blonde's head and she wasn't sure where to start.

Paris lay there, waiting for the lovemaking to resume, her hair scattered across the pillow and her hands reaching up to stroke Lorelai's face.

A loud whine brought Lorelai out of her musings and she grinned, then drew her hips back, and thrust with a soft smack.

Paris threw her head back and dug her nails into the woman's shoulders with a groan. Lorelai did it again, and got the same response. It was raw, and primal and she hadn't had sex like this in a long time. Not with so much passion. Pressing her lips back to the smaller woman's open mouth, she soon felt suckling against her tongue and tried not to smile. If she had managed to smile, it would have disappeared just as quickly when her arousal reached its height as the sucking became more intense.

Their bodies were coated in a sheen of sweat and she ripped her head away to pant out her need. "Paris, please.." She heard herself groan and was flipped back over. Paris hastily bent down and sucked on a nipple as she took back the power that Lorelai had stolen, the thigh in between Lorelai's legs rubbing in a delicious tempo. Within minutes, Lorelai's back and hips attempted to fly off the mattress, an orgasm causing waves of pleasure to overtake her body, her legs curled around Paris's waist. Like she would with a man. It was nearly exactly the same. She pressed her feet against the back of Paris's thighs. Paris used the woman's thigh to rock herself to completion, until she too felt pleasure surge and she collapsed down onto Lorelai's chest, cursing and biting at the woman's shoulder. Lorelai's hands smoothed over the blonde's back, a gesture that said thanks and soothed the blonde's panting breaths.

"Wow." Lorelai whispered.

Paris began to laugh, an action so unexpected, the older woman wore a hurt expression on her face. The blonde's head pulled back to see it. "Sorry…I'm," she sighed. "I'm sorry. I just, you don't understand how long I've wanted to do that. I feel a little overwhelmed to say the least."

"Paris Geller lusting after me for ages and I didn't even know. You know I should probably think of something witty, and funny?"

"But…?" Paris frowned, kissing at the woman's chest. She pressed her ear against the clavicle and listened to the soft thumping of Lorelai's heart.

"But all the blood from my brain is elsewhere," Lorelai replied with a smile which grew louder at Paris' giggle.

She attempted to roll the woman off of her, but Paris stayed still, her breathing slowing as she relaxed. The younger woman finally popped her head up and leaned up, shocking Lorelai silent with a kiss.

The innkeeper decided the best thing to do was to stay silent and close her eyes. She finally flipped the younger woman over, lying next to her, and continued to brush soft kisses across Paris's lips until she realized her own hand was drifting down the young woman's belly. She pulled back and gave a worried smile, but Paris just grinned back and pushed the hand further down. Hips rolled patiently as Paris resettled herself in bed, just waiting. She could wait forever. "I just… I want you to know that this is totally weird for me." Lorelai leaned up and hovered over her.

Paris frowned. "If this is too much, if you don't wanna do this-"

"I want to make you feel good," Lorelai shrugged with nervous smile. She reached down and slowly ran her hand up and down Paris's damp cleft cautiously. Their lips reconnected - she needed a distraction, or so she thought. When Paris moaned though, she couldn't help herself and she mounted the young woman's thigh, gathering arousal in her upturned fingers. She entered her with two fingers and grinned when Paris groaned into her open mouth, mirroring the gesture with her own hands Two fingers filled her and she squeezed her eyes shut, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could collapse right now, that's how she felt. They soon moved together, Lorelai hooking her left arm under Paris's right, a handful of blonde hair clenched in her fist as they made love for a second time.

Lorelai's thrusts deepened, and the two women worked together until they finally drowned their screams of release out against each other's lips. Now it was Lorelai's turn to collapse down onto Paris's generous chest as the blonde pulled her fingers out and kissed her head. Lorelai couldn't stop smiling. "What just happened?"

Paris gave a mirthful sigh, feigning regret. "I mean, I know I'm mind-blowing but anterograde amnesia is not what I was hoping for."

Lorelai snorted and buried her face into the woman's breast to hide her blush.

This was the Paris that she remembered. Sarcastic, snarky… and she liked it. That was new, she used to find it insufferable. "God…"

Paris sighed louder. "And my name is not God. Unfortunately…"

"Shut up," Lorelai rolled her eyes and gave her slight thump to the arm. She sobered a moment later and sat up in between the woman's legs. "Seriously though, what did we just do? I mean… this is complicated. Sookie was right to be pissed. She still is, I mean…what happens now?"

"What do you want to happen?" Paris frowned.

Lorelai sighed. "What can happen?"

"Well," Paris swirled a finger around the brunette's thigh lying dangerously close to her center. "You decide… If you're in Brookline in two weeks time, we can talk about it then." Lorelai nodded slowly. "Tonight though… I'm just going to say 'Happy New Year,' and kiss you," she did so, pulling gently on Lorelai's hand until the older woman lay back in her arms. She arched her back into the kiss and tried not to smile when she felt Lorelai searching further, her tongue licking hesitantly at her lips. When the last kiss was delivered, Lorelai lay her head back down onto Paris's chest and gave a sleepy sigh. Without much protest, Paris successfully rolled the woman over and draped a leg over her hip, arms curling around the innkeeper's soft abdomen. "Goodnight, Lorelai."

The innkeeper's eyes widened and she held in a guffaw. 'Looks like I'm sleeping over,' she thought to herself, freezing in place. She shouldn't be smiling. She knew she shouldn't be smiling, but the confidence oozing from the young woman was admirable and she closed her eyes, each tiny kiss to her shoulder drawing out a sigh. Whatever happened in two weeks time would change them, she knew that much. The smell around them was intoxicating. Paris was intoxicating, she just couldn't exactly figure out why. Paris's nipples against her back were soft now, unlike half an hour before.

Lorelai opened her eyes. She had just slept with a woman. She had touched a woman, and somehow, brought her to orgasm. Maybe she was superman…or supergirl. Maybe she just had awesome hands. Maybe if you're a good seamstress, you're good at fucking women. The sleepy woman nodded to herself. That had to be it. It was all in the sewing. And knitting. Oooh, kinky. She grinned widely. Paris's breath warmed her back, small, hot puffs of air fluttering across her skin.

"Goodnight, Paris," she whispered. The blonde mewled slightly, half comprehending and hugged her even tighter. Lorelai was forced to face the facts that this 5'4" med student was going to hold her for the rest of the night. And she wanted her to, that was the most alarming of all said 'facts.' She wanted to wake up in the morning, turn around in the woman's arms and watch her sleep.

I am screwed. Lorelai rolled her eyes. But that damn smile wormed its way back onto her face and she finally closed her eyes, letting sleep overwhelm her with one last thought.

Best New Years.

Ever.

The End.