LORELAI GILMORE: DISTRACTION. TO RILE MY MUSE UP DURING A FILM. it's amazing how both of them could fit so comfortably on the old sofa. one holds up finley's head as he watches over lorelai's shoulder, who's laying in front of him, her back against his chest. other arm lays over her, wrapped around her waist. he'd like to say he's paying attention to the movie playing on the television across the living room, but all he can think about is the scent of lorelai's hair. the warmth of her body, and the curve of it against his own. pressing up a bit closer to her, hand moves until fingers can reach the hem of the woman's shirt, slipping in just enough to feel the warm skin of her stomach, but no further than that. 'great movie,' fin murmurs, grin apparent in his voice, sliding his hand along her waist and back toward her stomach. 'i've missed most of what happened, but it seems pretty good,' @venustrape.

















