"Please, Luke. Please, please, please."

"How many cups have you had today?"

"None."

"Plus?"

"Five. But yours is better."

"You have a problem."

"Yes, I do."

"Junkie."

"Angel. You've got wings, baby."

He felt a tightening in his jeans at the sound of her calling him "baby". So much so that he excused himself and retreated to his apartment upstairs, hoping his hard on would go down and he could return to work. But the thought of her lingered. His arousal wasn't going away any time soon.

He grabbed a beer out of his fridge and took a seat in his brown leather recliner. Sighing, he reclined the chair, took a swig of his beer, and sat back.

There had been so many instances in the time he'd known her where he felt a sense of attraction or desire. Her insistence on wearing low-cut tops and skin tight jeans drove him crazy. He often wondered if she felt it too, if he did to her what she did to him.

Get a grip, Danes. She is so out of your league.

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. Looking down, he realized his predicament hadn't changed much so he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders so that it draped around the front of his body, covering the bulge in his jeans.

He opened the door to find Lorelai standing on the other side, looking happy and caffeine-crazed.

"Hi!" she said, cheerfully.

"Uh hey. What are you doing up here?"

"Well I watched you book up here and you seemed a little distracted. Is everything okay?"

"Oh yea," he replied. "Everything is fine."

"Ohhhhkayyy…then how come you've got a blanket wrapped around you? Are you sick?"

Sick. Yes! Perfect answer. That'll get rid of her.

"Yea. I haven't been feeling too well since last night."

"Ahh," she observed, a knowing look washing over her face.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said quickly.

"Lorelai?"

"Okay. Um. Well here's the thing…when I was talking to you, your face got all red and then you like booked up here but not before I caught a glimpse of what we both know is hiding underneath that blanket. And I just came up here to see if you needed any help…you know…with that."

His face got even more red. Shit.

"Help?" he almost choked on the word.

"Yeah," she said as she advanced toward him, forcing him to walk backwards into his apartment as she closed the door behind them. "I mean you don't have to do everything by yourself, right?" She grabbed the blanket and pushed it off his shoulders. "Sometimes," she whispered as her hand traveled to his crotch, "you've gotta get assistance with the hard stuff."

A low groan escaped his throat as she squeezed. She leaned up to his ear and blew lightly.

"Fuck me, Luke."

Disregarding all notions that this was a horrible idea, he grabbed her face, tangling his hands in her curls and kissed her hard, slamming her back against the wall. She whimpered at the force and he stopped abruptly.

"You okay?"

"Yes. Don't stop."

His hands traveled to the bottom of her shirt and he lifted it up and over her head, throwing it to god-knows-where across the room. He reached around and unhooked her bra, flinging that to Narnia as well. He was desperate to ravage her. Devour her. But when he looked down and saw her bare chest, heaving up and down, he was completely mesmerized. His eyes moved up to meet hers.

"I, um.." she bit her lip, "I'm sorry…they're really small."

He was taken aback. Never had he ever seen Lorelai Gilmore so insecure, so vulnerable.

"Oh god, no. They're perfect. You're beautiful."

"Yea?"

"Yea." he said, bringing his lips to the hollow of her neck and sucking for a moment before kissing his way down to her right breast. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, reassured by the moans she was eliciting as she ran her fingers through
his hair. He brought his hand to her other breast, kneading it. He rolled the rosy-pink bud between his thumb and forefinger and she let her head fall backward, eyes closed and mouth agape.

Oh dear god. He's good.

He switched, moving his mouth to her left breast and replacing his mouth with his hand on the other, desperate to show every inch of her body as much attention as possible.

After several moments, he moved his hands to unzip her pants and slid them down her long legs. He gasped when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"unghhh," he groaned and she giggled.

"See something you like?" she asked.

"Dear god, yes."

"Touch me."

He picked her up and walked over to the table, acknowledging that the bed was way too far.

"Scale of 1-10, how uncomfortable is this for you?" he asked.

"Well, if you do a good job, I probably won't even realize you're doing me on a table."

"Pressure's on."

"It sure is."

He laid her down on the table and moved both of his hands to the inner sides of each thigh and spread her legs wide. Pulling a chair over, he sat down between her legs and brought his face to her glistening sex. He placed kisses all around her center before parting her folds and moving his tongue to the place where she needed it the most.

He nuzzled her curls with his nose, deeply inhaling a scent that was better than he'd ever dreamed it would be. Her hand flew to his head, grabbing a fist full of his hair as he flicked his tongue repeatedly at her clit.

"Luuuke."

"Mmmm?"

"Oh god," she breathed, closing her eyes.

He smiled against her sex and brought his hand to her entrance.

"unghhh," she moaned as he slipped a finger, then two, then three into her.

He continued his ministrations, pumping in and out of her and sucking on her sensitive nub, until she came hard around his fingers, breathing hard and crying out his name repeatedly.

He rose and kicked the chair over, placing his palms flat on the table on either side of her. She felt an even stronger throbbing in her core when she noticed the muscles in his strong arms that were holding him up. He leaned down to kiss her deeply and she came undone when she tasted herself on his lips.

"mmm," she moaned.

He broke the kiss and looked her deeply in the eyes, grinning ear to ear, making her chuckle.

"You're looking pretty proud of yourself there, Mister."

"I'd say it's quite an accomplishment," he replied.

"And it's only just begun."

"Yes it has," he said in wonder.

He bit his lip and looked around the room. Lorelai watched, sensing his nervousness.

"Hey," she said, moving her hand to his cheek and bringing his face back to hers. "What's wrong?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Sorry," he shook his head and returned to kissing her.

She brought her hands to his chest and pushed him off her, sitting up.

"Luke," she said, her eyes searching his. "What is it?"

I should have known she'd be able to read me like a book.

"I just…um…I don't know if this is such a good idea," he responded dejectedly.

"Oh…wow…um okay. That's fine. I'll um…I'll just go," she said, almost inaudibly, standing up from the table and bending down to pick up her clothes.

"Wait!" he said abruptly, grabbing her by the wrist.

"What, Luke?" The annoyance in her voice was becoming more and more apparent.

He didn't know what to say. He hadn't planned any words past 'wait'. All he knew was that he didn't want her to leave.

"Don't go."

"Why?" she sighed.

"Because if you leave now, I'll never have the guts to explore this possibility again."

"Well until 20 seconds ago, it was about to go from possibility to reality so you gave that u—"

"No, Lorelai. I'm not talking about the possibility of sex."

"Then what are y—"

"Us," he interrupted again.

"Us?" she repeated back to him.

He just stood there for a moment, trying to collect himself, desperate to find a combination of words that would express his feelings without scaring her away. He brought his right hand to his forehead, massaging his temples with his thumb and index finger, and sighed audibly before looking up. He locked his eyes with hers before starting to speak.

"When I said I didn't think us having sex would be a good idea, I didn't mean that I didn't want it or want you. The idea of being with you brings me a feeling that I can't even put into words, but I promise it's a good feeling. It's an incredible feeling. But I want more than sex. I've always wanted more than sex."

"More than sex…what? Do you want to try on my thong?"

"Lorelai." he snapped sternly.

She suddenly realized how serious his face looked and she took a step back in surrender.

"I have feelings for you, Lorelai. Feelings that extend far beyond my pants. And I'm worried that, if we do this, we're going to have very different outlooks on it."

"I think everyone's outlooks on sex are relatively similar."

"I love you, Lorelai. I've loved you for so long and I'm probably going to love you for the rest of my life. And I can't make love to you if it's nothing more than sex for you. It would hurt too much to get so close and not have you the way I want you, the way I've always wanted you."

She felt the moisture in her eyes begin to build as emotions and realizations flooded her mind.

"Y-y-you…what d-did you just s-s-say?" she stuttered.

"I said it would hurt too much to get so close and not ha—"

"No," she interjected. "Before that."

"I said I have feelings for you."

"Ugh. No, Luke. After that. What did you say after the feelings but before the 'it would hurt too much'?"

"I said 'I love you.'"

She stood there motionless at the sound of those three words.

"I …um…I really don't know what to say."

His face fell as her words registered in his mind. She took a few quick strides over to him, laying her hand on his shoulder, saying "Wait no, I don't mean…I…"

He moved his hand to hers and pulled it off his shoulder. "It's okay. I figured you didn't feel the sa—"

"No! I do! I do feel the same way. I just…I need to…" she walked over to his couch and sat down. Luke followed.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Lorelai deep in thought and Luke visibly shaking in nervous anticipation of what she was going to say. She inhaled deeply and reached for his hand as she exhaled, taking it gently in both of hers. Raising her head, she found him looking at her with a love in his eyes that no one ever had before. Suddenly, it became clear to her. She smiled at him and parted her lips to speak.

"I love you too."

His face lit up.

"You do?"

"Yeah," she let go of his hand and brought her hands to either side of his face, pulling him close and placing her lips softly to his. "I do," she murmured against his lips.

When they pulled back, he held her face in his hands and leaned his forehead against hers.

"We don't have to do this right now. But I want you to know I'm in this. One hundred percent."

"Me too," she whispered.

They remained there for a while, just staring into the deep pools of blue that were each other's eyes.

"Hey, Luke?" she broke the silence.

"Yeah?" he whispered.

"Make love to me."

He studied her eyes for a permission they had already been granting and stood up from the couch, taking her hand in his. He led her over to the bed and laid her down gently, moving his body to hover over hers. He brought his lips to the hollow of her neck, sucking gently, as she brought her hands forward to work the buttons on his flannel. After getting the last button undone, she reached up and pushed the plaid shirt off his shoulders, then reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and pulling that up and over his head as well.

The sight of the muscular planes of his chest sent streaks of electricity straight to her core, which was once again throbbing with arousal. He moved his lips to her ear lobe, sucking, blowing, and whispering words she couldn't decipher because she was too
focused on getting his belt undone. He sensed her struggle and rose up on his knees to help her, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in the process.

"Take those off," she said, nodding to the pair of unfastened jeans resting at his hips.

He smiled and leaned in for a quick peck before standing up. He slid the pants down his legs and stepped out of them.

"Take those off too," she toyed, nodding to his tented boxers.

He obeyed and rejoined her in the bed, both of them seeing each other fully naked for the very first time.

"You're breathtaking," he said to her in wonder.

"Ditto," she smiled back at him.

"So…" she said.

"So," he repeated. "I um, I should go grab something real quick," he said, moving off of her.

"Wait! No," she replied, grabbing him by the forearm. "I'm covered. We're uh…we're good. I'm on the pill."

"Oh. Okay."

"I want to feel you, Luke. All of you. I don't want there to be anything between us," she commented enticingly as she reached down and stroked his shaft a few times before placing the tip at her dripping-wet entrance.

"I love you so much," he said as he slid slowly into her hot, slick center.

"I love you too," she replied, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his face down to hers, kissing him passionately.

Her tongue separated his lips and their tongues almost danced as their bodies made slow, sweet love.

Soon, however, they began to lose control and their once-dancing tongues were now engaged in a battle of dominancy. They were forced to let their bodies take over and his thrusts became faster and stronger.

Oh god, he fills me so much. This feels so good.

She bucked her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, as he hit her in all of her most sensitive places.

Who knew Luke Danes was so talented in bed?

"Unngghh," she moaned loudly, as her walls began to tighten around him.

"Oh, Lorelai. Oh, god."

"Mmmmm, yeah. Right there. Oh yes oh yes oh yes."

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the pillow. He knew she was close, so he moved his lips back to her ear and whispered, "Come for me."

And she did. Hard, breathlessly repeating his name in ecstasy. He pumped in and out of her a few more times before releasing deep into her and collapsing on top of her.

When their breathing finally started to even out, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, slid himself out of her, and rolled onto his side so that her back was facing him. He gathered her in his arms, wrapping them around her waist, and pulled her snug against
his

body.

"This feels right," she whispered.

He leaned down to place a lingering kiss on her shoulder.

"So right," he agreed.