Black Coffee In Bed
by: ll-likewhoah
Rating: PG
Summary: "Why hadn't she ever realized the benefits of dating Luke Danes before?"
Notes: Thanks as always to all my inspirations and supporters. I appreciate all the reviews. This is just a little feel good fic. Sometime during season 5. During the happy LL times. RR! and Enjoy!
Lorelai woke to the feel of lips ghosting over hers, like the touch of a butterfly's wings, there and gone before she realized what she was feeling.
By the time she managed to drag herself out of bed, she wondered if she'd dreamed the whole thing. She was pretty sure she'd gone to bed alone last night. Luke had left after some passionate grappling, saying he didn't like to wake her when he got up at the crack of dawn.
She stretched luxuriously, and caught the scent of coffee in the air, lips curving in an indecently wide smile.
He had kissed her. He was here, and he was making her coffee.
Why hadn't she ever realized the benefits of dating Luke Danes before?
Rushing down the steps, morning lethargy sloughed off like so much dead skin, she found Luke in the kitchen, pouring her a huge mug of coffee.
"Hey," she said. He jumped, and the coffee sloshed dangerously toward the lip of the mug. "Whoa, there, little doggie. Don't spill my coffee."
The scornful look he gave her was ruined by the way the left corner of his mouth turned up into a half-smile. "Why do you even need coffee? You wake up more wired than a chihuahua on speed."
"Must. Have. Coffee. Cofffeeee," she responded, lurching across the kitchen at him like a zombie.
He moved the mug out of her reach. "I was going to bring it up to you."
She stopped, surprised and pleased, warmth spreading through her body at the thought. "Black coffee in bed."
"Yes."
"I--" She lunged at him, not for the coffee, but to wrap her arms around his chest and kiss him, enjoying the way he started, but then immediately got with the program and kissed her back. She heard the clink of coffee pot and mug being set on the counter, then felt his arms wrap tightly around her, one hand skating down her back before settling on the curve of her hip.
She melted against him, loving that he knew exactly how to kiss her -- passionate but not sloppy, fierce but not controlling. She threaded her fingers through his hair, not caring that his baseball cap flipped to the floor.
He broke the kiss and she whimpered, closing the small distance between them to suck his lower lip between hers, enjoying his response.
She could feel the effort it took for him to pull away, and she pouted as he stepped out her embrace.
"Some of us have to go to work," he said, his voice husky.
"Work. Yes. I remember that now."
He bent to pick up his hat and she admired the way his ass looked in his jeans.
"What?" he said, straightening and catching her staring.
"What, what?" She attempted to look innocent but could feel herself smirking.
"Why are you smiling like that?'
"You look good in those jeans."
He opened and closed his mouth, and then with speed she wouldn't have thought him capable of, he pulled her back into his arms for another searing kiss.
When he let her go, she thought her knees might buckle, and while she was grabbing onto the counter for support, he was out the door.
"See you later?" he called from the safety of the front porch.
"Yes, please." Oh yes. There was coffee now, and there would be kissing -- and more -- later, and it was good.
Later, when Sookie asked why she was singing "Black Coffee in Bed," Lorelai just smiled.
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