Ecstasy is all you need/Living in the big machine/Oh you're so vain/ Now your world is way too fast/Nothing's real and nothing lasts/ And I'm aware/I'm in love and you don't care/Turn your anger into lust/ I'm still here but you don't trust at all/And I'll be waiting/ Love and sex and loneliness/Take what's yours and leave the rest.

Her room had been cleaned during dinner; one of the maids had obviously done it. Lovely. Lola stretched out on her bed and closed her eyes. Images flooded her, from childhood. Her parents happy one moment, then a misstep later, they were angry and arguing. Tristan and Rory had had a rule, of course, saying that they were not to fight in front of Lola. But even a child as young as she was could feel the growing tension between them, and then sometimes she’d hide outside of the study and listen to them.

The fight had gotten so heated that her mother had finally filed for divorce. She had been so helpless in those days. If there was one thing Lola hated feeling, it was helplessness. She had been helpless as she watched her parents argue one moment and then become inflamed with desire the next. Hopeless as her mother was replaced with papers from her lawyers. As promised siblings turned into ponies and kittens.

A knock sounded at her door. Dallie, for sure. Her parents were either arguing about her or tearing each other’s clothes off. With her parents, either scenario had an equal chance of being correct. She should bid him to enter- hadn’t she resolved just the other day to try and be nicer to him? Lola sat up in bed and called her permission.

“You said you wanted to talk about The Franklin,” Dallie explained as he sat next to her on the bed.

“Trying to make an honest woman out of me?” Lola questioned teasingly as she turned towards him. “I don’t want to talk about The Franklin tonight.” She paused to think. “Did you hear from Pat that prom tickets went on sale today?”

“No, I heard the normal way- on the school’s announcements,” he replied. “Pat? Track star?”

She nodded an affirmation, “Yes.”

“Still on amicable terms?”

“I do try to do that with all my exes,” Lola said, draping her legs across his lap. “You never know when they can come in handy.

He rested his head against the headboard with a groan. “I don’t think I’m up for Lady Lorelai’s Hour of Tease tonight.”

“I resent that, I never tease.”

Dallie snorted. “Dearling, you were born teasing.”

She was still pouting but she did concede, “Well, I don’t always tease.”

He arched a doubtful eyebrow, “You don’t say.”

Lola rested her forehead against the hollow of his shoulder, “I don’t say, I do.” She lifted her head slightly and he could feel her tongue swirl around his skin.

“Uh…Lo,” He started; she began to trail kisses along his jaw line. What exactly did he do when his fantasies started coming to life? Stop them of course, especially seeing as this was Lola. And this didn’t mean anything to her. Not a damned thing. Because she was Lola. She was Lola. Lola.

And he was a sad, pathetic little man if he let that stop him from making the right decision. Which was to…right, to stop this. Now. At this moment. Right…

“Lorelai.” Whatever he was going to say was smothered by her lips taking possession of his own, and then all reason fled.

She was, after all, Lola.

Lola had known the moment her lips had captured Dallie’s in a kiss that she was no better than her mother when it came to relationships. Here she was, straddling a man in heated passion, that under normal circumstances she did not get along with. It went beyond wrong; it went against everything she had ever worked at in her romantic life.

But damned if this wasn’t exactly what she needed right now, and even more damned if this didn’t feel good. Oh, so good. Now was not exactly the time for Lola’s lost morals to resurface. She needed a distraction like she’s never needed a distraction before. But not with Dallie, for she had decided a long time ago that Dallas Mariano could not provide this type of distraction for her.

Her hips rocked against his of their own accord, and his hand felt under her unbuttoned blouse to caress the heated flesh. Apparently Dallas wasn’t as inexperienced to carnal activities as she had imagined. Because when this went further- if she allowed this to happen, he was showing glorious potential.

Why shouldn’t this happen? They were both consenting, and it’s not as if any of their words had been honeyed promises and declarations of love or even commitment. Besides it might rid her of these weird thoughts and feelings she had had about him lately. Yes, she did usually grow bored of a man after sex.

Never mind the fact that things with Dallie never went the way she had thought they would.