A/N:

While rewatching Lorelai, Lorelai? the other day I was having a think about what might have happened after Lorelai ran off stage. Pretty unashamed smut with a tinge of angst thrown in.

This is the first fanfic I've ever posted so...be nice. Although all criticism and reviews welcomed. Definitely rated M.

As the song finished she continued gazing at him, before giving a little shrug and a half-smile and rushing off stage. He felt warm and happy as he hadn't felt in months.

He turned to the bar. It was just a song, right? She'd already been singing it when he came in, it wasn't like she was singing it for him. Was it? In his mind's eye he saw her again, her eyes locked on him. Those piercing eyes. He hesitated for a few more moments before making the snap decision to follow her. He took a fortifying gulp of beer before dashing to the back of the bar in her wake. Something which thankfully seemed to go unnoticed by Patty and Babette.

When he couldn't find her in the backstage area, he wondered briefly if she might be in the bathroom but then he spotted the fire exit which led out to the alleyway running along the back of the building. Opening the door he stepped out and heard her before he saw her. His heart tightened slightly as the sounds of her soft crying reached him.

'Lorelai?'

He heard her gasp of surprise. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he made out her form, leaning against the wall.

'Luke?' she called back softly, her voice thick with tears.

'Yeah.' he confirmed. 'It's me. Are you ok?'

She gave a shaky laugh, 'I'm fine. It's nothing. Go back inside.'

He ignored this and walked towards her. 'You don't sound fine.' He stopped in front of her and she looked up into his face. 'What-?' He started to ask.

But she shook her head, 'No, Luke, please. I-I don't want to talk about it. Not yet.'

He nodded. Not yet was encouraging. Not yet suggested there was something to talk about. He had been back and forth so many times with this woman, he didn't even know what he wanted, let alone what she was thinking.

'Thanks.' she said softly. 'For coming to check on me.'

'Of course.' he breathed.

They gazed at each other. It had been such a long time since they'd been alone like this and it was only now dawning on him just how close she was. He could practically feel her breath on his face. He felt his heartbeat quicken and his palms started to sweat.

Finally she reached out for him. She put her hand on his and squeezed it.

Their eyes met again and suddenly it was as though someone had lit a flame between them. Their lips crashed together and he pushed her roughly against the wall behind her. She moaned into his mouth and ground her hips, pushing their centres together.

He felt himself rear up to meet her and ground back. He tried to pull her top down to free her breasts but it wouldn't give so he tore it off her - their lips flying back to each other the second it was over her head. She pulled at the buttons of his shirt and slipped her hands under his t-shirt and over his chest. He groaned at her touch and moved his hands down to her jeans.

Undoing them, he started to push them down and knelt to pull them off her feet, taking her underwear and heels with them. He took her leg and draped it over his shoulder before leaning towards her and finding her clit with his tongue.

The cry she gave was so loud he wouldn't have been surprised to see the whole town come running out to see what the commotion was all about.

'Lorelai' he breathed against her before returning to work. She seemed to understand what he was trying to say as she pressed her lips together, desperately trying to keep the noise down as her orgasm rushed towards her.

'Luke' she moaned and his dick hardened almost painfully at the sound of her moaning his name. 'Luke I'm so close.'

Her hands went to his head and she brought her hips up to meet him. He felt her whole body tense and shake before her release swept over her and she shuddered violently against him.

He slowed his tongue, allowing her to ride it out before she pulled him back up to her feet when she became too sensitive to take anymore.

She pulled him to her, kissing him desperately, her fingers at his jeans. He let out a low growl and once again pinned her against the wall with his body. When she pushed his boxers and jeans down and wrapped her hand around his hard length it was her turn to shush him when he gave a harsh cry and thrust towards her.

'I need to be inside you.' he groaned, his breath ragged.

Lifting her, he guided himself to her entrance, allowing her to sink down onto him. Their lips pressed together, swallowing each other's moans. Roughly he pushed back into her - her moans and cries indicating she had no problem with the less-than-tender pace.

'Oh god.' he groaned as his head fell to her shoulder. 'I'm not going to last long. You're so sexy.'

'That's ok Luke. Come for me.' she breathed into his ear.

He nearly exploded at her voice but he wanted to take her there with him again. Changing the angle slightly, he managed to drag his hardness against her clit as he pulled out of her causing her eyes to roll back into her head. 'Yes' she breathed, 'Do that again- Luke.' she cried as he reversed the motion, applying the same pressure to her sweet spot.

He stroked in and out of her - feeling her body tense around him.

'Are you close?' he managed to ask through gritted teeth. His legs were shaking at the effort of holding back.

She nodded, apparently unable to speak. Her mouth was open in a silent moan, she went still as he continued to pump into her. He'd done this enough to know that she was right on the brink. God he'd missed that face.

'Yes. Yes. Luke- Keep going- Don't stop. Ughhhh' she came again with a long moan and this time he could feel her inner muscles contracting around him, trying to pull him even deeper inside her.

'Oh god Lorelai-' finally he allowed himself to come with a shout of pleasure. Thrusting deep inside her, before slowing to a stop.

They remained like that for a while. His forehead resting on her shoulder, her head resting back against the wall. Eyes closed, breathing heavy. As he felt himself soften and slip out of her he gently pulled away and lowered her feet to the floor.

The moment was broken. Suddenly they could hardly meet each other's eyes and neither seemed to have anything to say as they bent to pick up their discarded clothes and redressed. Luke marvelled at how connected he could feel to her one moment only to have it replaced with this crippling awkwardness the next.

When they were both dressed they stood opposite each other again. Luke opened his mouth to say something but before he could utter a word they both jumped as they heard Rory's voice calling from the other side of the fire door.

'Shoot. That's Rory, I have to go. Um, maybe you should stay out here for a moment? Just so it doesn't look like…' we just shagged against the alleyway wall, he could practically hear her thinking.

'Yeah' he nodded. 'Lorelai-' he started, with absolutely no idea what he wanted to say only that this didn't feel right, her just walking away.

She turned back and nodded too, 'It's ok Luke. We'll talk.' And with that she disappeared back through the door.

Luke let out a deep breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and scrubbed his hands over his face. What on earth had just happened? For a few shining moments there it felt like he had her back - the love of his life back in his arms. And now? For months he'd thought he could never forgive her and suddenly he felt as though he'd be willing to put everything aside for another chance with her. He pushed the thought aside and refused to let himself entertain anything until he knew how she felt. God knows he'd spent too many years pining after her already, he couldn't jump back in until he knew she was ready to jump too. He toyed with the idea of going back into the bar and in the end decided he would just sneak back to the diner. He didn't think he could bear to face the gossip that was undoubtedly coming their way. Not yet.