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Freedom Over the Phone Line
It was definitely one of those nights. Lorelai had just about had enough of it, and she was more than willing to put up with the musty bed sheets of the Sleep Inn if it meant she'd be allowed a few hours of mindless sleep. Friday nights weren't enjoyed by her. Not by a long shot. Friday night dinners at the Gilmore mansion made damn sure the day remained on her crap list.
Rory had been unable to make it to dinner, and this left Lorelai alone with Emily. Alone and the bulls eye for Emily's weekly interrogation, her never-ending derision. The night went off with plenty of hitch. Lorelai dodged and ducked Emily's scorn, but ultimately Emily's aim proved to be skillful and unavoidable. So, Lorelai suffered through it. With each tiny, expensive carrot she swallowed, there followed an insult that she was barely able to stomach. But, she did. With admiration, considering the things that she wanted to say in response.
It was all held together. That is, until she left her parent's house and her Wrangler broke down not five minutes later.
Irritation and aggravation caused every cuss word possible to go spewing out of her lips. She even made up a few. Her first thought was to call up Rory and have her come and pick her up. After all, she was only a few minutes away at Yale. That thought was dispelled when she remembered how much work Rory had to do. She already had sacrificed phone time for the weekend. Lorelai didn't think twice about it as she went on to other options.
As she pondered and weighed her choices, a car pulled up behind her. She locked both doors and looked closely at her side view mirror trying to see something past the car's bright lights. The door opened and a figure stepped out. A small voice made its way to her ears.
"Excuse me, do you need any help?"
It was a female, and somehow, Lorelai thought that she was safe enough to step outside. She did so, and after securing her jeep and gathering her things, she accepted the ride from the stranger. Her salvation came in the form of a nineteen year old that had been on her way back to her dorm at Yale. Lorelai and girl talked a little as she drove along. Lorelai had visions of Rory stopping on the side of the road to pick up a stranger in the dark of night, and this caused the girl to get an earful of how dangerous it was for her to do such a thing. She agreed and said that she was just trying to do the right thing. Lorelai made her promise to never do it again no matter what, and she was more than happy that she had been the one to teach her this instead of her learning it the hard way from a deranged killer-type.
Lorelai had her drop her off at a motel not too far away.
The room at the Sleep Inn was warm and contained a hot shower, which Lorelai was grateful for. But, the appeal ended there when she discovered how thin the walls were. The television in the next room may as well have been in hers with the amount of audibility that was offered to her.
She sighed and pulled back the covers. She felt much better after her shower, and she was even smiling. She wore a long T-shirt that had been stuffed in her jeep probably for years. It read, I'm Kind of a Big Deal. And, it still cracked her up.
She settled into the bed and flipped on the television. She changed the station to the weather channel and leaned against the headboard as she waited for them to show the forecast for tomorrow. Suddenly, she sprung up thoughtfully.
"Shoot," she said as she grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. She'd just remembered that she told Luke she'd be by to pick up her laptop. She'd left it at the diner earlier that day. He was already closed for the night, and she didn't want him sitting up waiting on her. She dialed his number. After not getting an answer as quickly as she would prefer to, she dialed his apartment.
"Hello," he answered tiredly.
Lorelai started to say something, but smiled as her mind went on autopilot. She started breathing heavily into the phone.
"Who the hell is this?" Luke asked calmly.
She smiled even wider as she put more effort into her inappropriate breathing. There was an extended period where Lorelai continued to breathe, and she wondered if he was still on the line. She stopped and listened.
"Oh, done already? You usually have more stamina than this, Lorelai."
Lorelai's mouth dropped open. "How'd you know it was me?"
"Lucky guess," he deadpanned. "Look, I'm turned in for the night. Don't tell me you're still coming to pick that thing up."
Lorelai released a breath. "No, not tonight," she said as she muted the elevator music coming from the television.
"You sound down."
"I'm not down. I'm up. Up, up, up...upstairs at the local Sleep Inn in Hartford," she said casually.
"Why are you at a hotel?"
"Jeep broke down coming from my parent's house."
"What?" He asked concerned. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. I got a ride from a girl heading back to Yale for the night."
"You did what?! I hope you knew this girl. I hope you called this girl because I know you had enough common sense not to just hop out of your car in the dark of night to catch a ride from a total stranger!"
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "But, she was a girl, Luke."
"So?"
"Girls are safe."
"Girls can be lunatics too, Lorelai. Just because she's not a guy does not put you out of harm's way." Luke tossed his hand up. "Why didn't you call Rory? Why didn't you call your mom? Hell, why didn't you call me?"
"Well, Rory's busy, and I didn't want to bother her. I didn't think to call you, and had I called my mother, she would have come."
Luke paused, thinking she was going to add to that. "That's kind of the point," he said after a while.
"I've had enough of her to last me two lifetimes, but one week will have to do, and I don't plan on shortening that time by one second."
Luke exhaled tiredly. "Next time, think to call me," he said. Lorelai smiled on her end. "I'll come and take a look at the jeep tomorrow. Where's it at?"
Lorelai thanked him and gave him the location. Luke wrote it down and placed the paper on his nightstand. "You need a ride back?" He asked as he sank into his bed.
"No, I'll just flag down another car."
"Lorelai."
"Don't worry, Luke, I'll stay away from girls. I'll just try to find that guy that I saw earlier today on my way to Hartford."
"Lorelai."
"Oh, no worries. He was very nice. He held two fingers up to his mouth and repeatedly flicked his tongue in-between them. Then, he--"
"Lorelai!"
She laughed. "Or, I'll get a quick ride from Rory," she said more pleasingly.
"You really have a warped sense of humor."
"And, I save it all for you, Baby," she said sexily.
Luke rolled his eyes. "Jeez," he muttered.
The television in the other room finally quieted.
"Oh, thank goodness," Lorelai said as she looked back at the wall.
"What?" Luke asked with a yawn.
"These people finally--"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Lorelai nearly dropped the phone as the new noise seeped in through the wall and into her room. The picture above her head rattled, and she looked up at it, making sure it would not fall on her. The noise continued, growing louder by the second.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, shit, ah, ah, unnnnnnh..."
"Oh my god," Lorelai said quietly as she covered her face with her hand.
"Um...Lorelai...?" Luke called hesitantly.
Her hand still rested over her eyes as if she had a visual as well. "Hmm?" She answered, trying her best to keep her composure.
"You...sound a little preoccupied, so I'm gonna--"
Lorelai's hand flew from her face. "What?! That's not me!" She couldn't help but laugh, her face adding a new color creation to Crayola.
His eyes widened in confusion. "What is--is it the TV?" He asked the question but didn't leave time for her to answer it. He waved his hand frantically. "Look, whatever it is, I'm sure you want to be alo--"
"Luke, seriously, you are insulting the hell out of me right now," Lorelai said, unable to stop laughing long enough to show him how serious she was. She calmed down. "That's not me. It's the stentorian couple in the room next to mine."
He paused, listened to the continuing noises. "Oh." He flustered. "Sorry."
Lorelai looked at the wall again, the painting now hitting so hard, a beat had been formed. "It's okay," she said, wiping away tears from her laughter.
The noise continued. "Wow," Luke said quietly.
Lorelai chuckled. "I know. They're really going at it, hunh?"
"I'll say."
They both fell silent, the noise like an audible train wreck.
'Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow…'
That's what Luke's mind was telling him to say, but his ears had taken over, and they were tuned in to a show that, apparently, was too enticing to disconnect from.
Lorelai bit her lip and stared at the muted television. She closed her eyes as she felt her headboard move against her back. She was aware that she was still on the phone with Luke, and she had no idea why she was still listening to this with him.
And, just like that, it was over.
There was silence. In the other room and on the phone.
Luke cleared his throat.
Lorelai smiled nervously. "Wow...that was..." Her voice drifted away.
"Short," Luke finished.
Lorelai laughed, causing Luke to smile on his end.
Her laughter subsided. "Yeah, it was little abbreviated."
"A little?"
"A lot abbreviated?"
"There you go."
Lorelai turned toward the wall slightly. "It's dead silent now. Wonder what they're doing."
Luke closed his eyes and lay his head against his pillow. "What you do after sex. Either cuddle or clean up."
A slow smile made its way over Lorelai's lips. "Wow."
"What?"
"You just said the word sex, Luke."
"Yeah, and?"
"And...I've never heard you even allude to anything remotely close to the physical act of love. You're so reserved."
Luke shrugged. "Well."
Lorelai played with the hem of her T-shirt. "Part of me thought that you were still a virgin." She smiled, waiting for his reaction.
That got his attention. "Excuse me?"
"It's nothing wrong with it. I mean, what are you? 37, 38? You're just a couple years behind the game."
"Okay, stop talking," he said plainly.
"Care to straighten the record?"
"I don't really care about the record. It can remain as crooked as ever if you want it to."
Lorelai shook her head. "I didn't say that I wanted it to."
"Well, you get my drift." He paused. "But, just so you know, I've been in the game for a long time now."
Lorelai turned off the television casually. The noises from her neighbor's session replayed in her head. "But, not as long as me, right?"
"You got in at 16?"
"Sweet..."
"Well, it was right around there, I guess."
"Ooh, experienced," she said slowly.
"Just because you've been in for a long time, it doesn't mean you're experienced."
"No, it doesn't." Lorelai shifted on her bed. "Are you?" She asked quietly. Luke didn't answer. Lorelai smiled. "I'll take that as a most definitely." She waited for him to speak. "Tell me I'm wrong," she dared.
He still said nothing. Both sides grew quiet. Luke sniffed.
Silence remained for what seemed like an eternity.
"What are you doing?" That was Luke.
"Why?" Lorelai asked with a sudden grin.
"No reason. You're quiet."
Lorelai paused, swallowed the answer that wanted to come out, and still managed to present it anyway. "What do you want me to be doing?"
She bit her tongue and squeezed her eyes shut.
Luke's pause caused her to bite down harder. "You don't want me to answer that."
Her eyes opened. It was like coaxing a puppy out of his cage. Lorelai had gotten him out, and she didn't want to scare him into retreat. She told herself that she was just having a little fun, trying to bait Luke. Like she always did.
"M-maybe I do want you to."
Silence.
"Where are you?" Lorelai asked.
He exhaled slowly, and Lorelai had to find her breath. She reclaimed herself, waited on an answer. After all, she had these reins.
"Luke?" Whisper.
"Yeah."
"Where are you?" She asked again.
"I'm in my apartment." Pause. "In the bed."
"Oh...kay." She smiled naughtily.
"I'm guessing you're in the bed, too."
"You guess right."
Silence. "And, what do I win?" He asked. The late night hour was definitely doing something.
Lorelai smiled. "You sound different," she said softly.
Luke closed his eyes and slid his hand from underneath his head and down to his side. "How do I sound?"
"Comfortable."
"Mm."
"Se...sexy," she said with hesitance.
He chuckled, and the vibration caused the smile to slide off of Lorelai's face. She brought both feet to rest flat on the bed and she moved her knees from side to side slowly.
"Sexy?"
Lorelai nodded. She nodded.
"Well," Luke continued anyway, "I have to keep up with you."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." Luke looked downward. "You didn't answer my question."
"What'd you ask?" Her leg movement began to cause the tiniest bit of friction.
As Luke looked down his body, he saw movement and he rested his head back with a sigh. "I asked you what you were doing."
"I'm...talking to you."
"While?"
Damn. "Th-thinking."
"About?"
"Someone," she answered.
"Mainly..."
"Um...you." She had not agreed to share the reins. When had Luke taken them?
Looking down his body again, he found that he was unable to see his feet. Great.
"Intrigue."
Lorelai lifted one leg slowly and crossed it over the other as she continued to sway her knee.
She smiled. "And, what, pray tell, are you doing?"
Luke shook his head. Her voice was causing even greater strain below. "Just lying here."
"And, uh...what state are you in?"
"The same one you're in."
"Really? And, that is?"
"Connecticut."
Lorelai smiled and rolled her eyes. He continued. "Or... Florida."
"Florida?"
"Panhandle...facing Canada."
In Lorelai's head, a black and white checkered flag was being waved maniacally. It got blurred away as her mouth fell open and her foot tightened around her calf.
"I've always loved Florida."
Luke squeezed his lids. His hand gripped the sheet, suppressing the urge to grip something else. "And the panhandle...?"
She winded her hips. Just once. No harm. "...Is all I can think about right now."
Luke's hand lifted involuntarily, and he forced it back to the bed and gripped the sheet tighter. "Damn," he whispered tightly.
"Luke?"
"Hm."
Lorelai smiled. "What color are your panties?" She asked teasingly.
And, there went the line of subtlety.
"My what?" He asked.
"Boxers, then?"
"Better." He paused. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not wearing any."
"I hardly see that as a disappointment." She ran her tongue between her lips sensually. "So, you're...naked?"
"Jogging pants."
"And, nothing else?"
"Well, a shirt, but that--" He grunted as he moved to sit up, "--is coming off because it's suddenly hot as hell in here." He took off the shirt and tossed it to the floor as he laid back down.
Lorelai stopped swaying as she felt building sensation. She started again. Slowly. "Your shirt is off?" She asked cautiously.
"It's off."
"So, now just jogging pants?"
"That's right."
She smiled. "I can see that," she said, eyes lightly closed.
"You've always had a vivid imagination."
"Thanks for noticing," she whispered distractedly.
Luke heard her soft breaths. He looked down at his, now throbbing, situation. "What about you?" He asked quietly.
"You have on pants, I have on a shirt."
"And?"
"A shirt."
"No..." He swallowed, "Pan--no underwear?"
She blushed. "They're in the bathroom sink."
"Oh."
Lorelai's lips curled.
"Bra?" Luke asked brazenly.
"No bra."
"Just a shirt?"
"Just a shirt." Silence. "How are you doing with that visual?"
"It's shining like the North Star," came his choppy reply.
"Good."
"I think so."
Yet, another silence.
"Luke…" Her voice was like an angel's. Lorelai. Lorelai's voice. Luke gritted his teeth, made a fist with his free hand and ground into the mattress, fighting temptation the best he could.
'This is wrong. I can't do this. We can't do this.'
"Lorelai, maybe we nee--"
Lorelai whispered something into the phone.
All at once, his body froze and he allowed the words to reverberate through his ear drums. "What'd you say?" He asked quietly.
Lorelai had dropped her knees, and now her left hand held the phone while her right roamed over her stomach, getting closer and closer to a very ready center.
She bit her lip at Luke's question. "I said I wish you were here…b-beside me."
Luke closed his eyes. "That's not what you said."
"What did I say?" She asked, luring him back in. It didn't take much reeling.
"You said…" He took a moment to get his breathing back in order… "I wish I was there…….you."
Lorelai smiled. "Sorry, you're voice kind of faded out there. Say that again."
"I wish I was there inside you."
Small silence.
"You do?"
"That's what you said."
Lorelai pressed her lips together. "That's not what I said."
"Lorelai, I heard you loud and clear."
"Luke, if I wished that I was there inside you, we'd be talking about some major life changes."
He sighed, frustration growing, but so again was his erection. "You know what I mean. My point was you said inside, not besi--are we seriously arguing about this right now?"
Lorelai chuckled. "Sorry."
He growled. "God, I'm about to die," he grumbled.
"Of?" She baited him.
"Shit," he seethed, more focused on abstaining from self-gratification. Yet, he had no desire to exit the conversation.
Lorelai parted her legs and raised one knee as she subtly ran her hand down her thigh. "Luke?"
"Yeah."
"I need you to stay with me, Babe."
He released a breath and looked down at himself once more. "I'm with you," he said after a moment.
"Are you?"
"Yeah."
Her hand slid slowly on the inside of her thigh, then back again. "Okay," she said relaxed.
"Okay," Luke followed. He waited a beat. "So...you wish I was there inside...you, hunh?"
She paused thoughtfully. "And, you want to be here...inside me. Is that right?"
Luke heard himself say the words to her. He heard her reverse the question and respond with his earlier statement. The words were out, but it wasn't until several seconds later that he realized the heaviness of what they were doing, what they had just said to one another, as well as what had been leading up to that. That realization made him want to put an end to it once again. He needed to put an end to it. Considering. But, that realization also caused his manhood to curse, even more, the thin cotton of his pants. Highly overwhelming is what it was. And, there were feelings there as well. This created a lethal combination--a combination that made him even more careless with his thoughts, his words.
"Take off your shirt."
Lorelai smiled slyly. "Demanding. I like it." She started to lift her shirt but paused with the hem at her navel. "You first," she countered.
"I don't have on a shirt."
"But, you do have on pants." She thought. "Are they still on?"
Luke curled his toes, anything to take his mind away. "Yeah, they're still on."
"Ouch."
He smiled in spite of himself. "It's a bit uncomfortable, but it's thin material."
"But still..."
"You're telling me," he said in a deep timbre.
"Then, I insist." She rubbed over the exposed part of her tummy. "Take off your pants, Luke."
If Luke were a lesser man, he would have exploded then and there. Without one touch to aid in the process. He never thought he would hear such a thing from Lorelai's lips. Hell, the entire conversation was like one big loopy dream.
Luke's fingers went to his side, and he placed his thumb in the waistband tentatively. He took a deep breath, and lowered his pants as far as he could from his horizontal positioning. He switched the phone to the other hand and slid that side down as well. Lifting his buttocks from the mattress, he pushed the pants down further, causing his manhood to spring up. Free at last. He quickly finished the process and tossed the pants beside where his shirt lay.
"Okay," he said as he made himself comfortable.
"Okay?" Lorelai asked smiling. "They're off?"
"A jaybird has nothing on me."
Her smile broadened as that image made its way into her head. "Okay," she said with satisfaction. "Guess I should catch up."
"Please do."
"Just a sec." Lorelai laid her phone on the bed and sat up as she smoothly slid her shirt over her head. She dropped it to the floor and laid back down as she placed the phone back to her ear. "Well, it looks like it's a little chilly in here," she said sexily.
Luke swallowed hard. "I-i-it does?"
"Yeah." She moved her hand slowly up to her chest and grazed her nipple, producing a tiny moan. "God."
"What...uh...what are you doing?"
"Nothing. I just..." Her hand brushed over it again, "...damn...I can feel your touch."
Shit.
"My touch?" He asked shakily.
"Your...touch," she confirmed.
Luke nodded, shrugged unsurely. "Okay. Um, how d-does it feel?"
"Luke, god..." Her head pressed into her pillow. "...it feels so good." She tweaked her nipple and moaned loudly.
Luke placed his hand on his stomach and slowly slid it down. For the first time, he touched his erection. His mouth fell open and he slowly began to relax further. His hand circled the head. "Wait, hold on," he said suddenly. He sat up and looked around frantically. He only had one acceptable lubricant in the apartment, and he had to remember where he had placed his lotion. Spotting it on the coffee table, he hopped up, grabbed it, and scurried back to the bed, all without taking the phone from his ear.
Lorelai heard his grunt as he settled back into the bed. "What did you do?" She asked.
"I had to get something to...you know." He flipped the top on the bottle and placed it on the nightstand.
"I thought guys kept that stuff beside their bed."
"Not this guy. It's been a while since I've...done this myself."
She smiled, paying more attention to his deep basso profoundo. "You have an extremely sexy phone voice. You know that?"
"Well, you mentioned it before."
Pause. "It's making me pretty hot."
"How hot?" He asked as he picked up the bottle.
"Really hot." Swallow. "Are you ready to...can you lube up for me?"
Luke breathed heavily as he squirted the lotion in his palm and slicked it thoroughly up and down his shaft. "Done," he finally answered.
"You did it?"
"Yeah."
"But you didn't say anything."
"What was I supposed to say?" He asked distractedly. His hand fell to the mattress again.
Lorelai's hand continued its exploration, somehow managing to avoid the greatest thrill ride in her particular wonderland. "You have to walk me through what you're doing. You have to talk to me. That's how you do this."
He paused, looked at his erection. "Sorry. I've, uh, never…ya know…done this before."
Lorelai smiled wide at how sweet he sounded. "That's okay. Neither have I."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You're one hell of a beginner," he told her.
"I have one hell of an inspiration," she said truthfully.
They both smiled. The comfort that was forever constant between them helped them to bounce from banter to…this newfound level of their friendship and back again without negatively affecting either's arousal. If anything, it seemed to awaken it even more.
"Okay," Lorelai breathed out. "You were just about to work the lotion in."
"I've already--" He stopped abruptly, catching her drift. "Oh, uh, yeah." He looked over at the bottle, then back to his erection, already moist and ready to go. He gripped his hand around the base of his penis and made the long, slow journey to the top. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath. "I've, uh, just squeezed some lotion in my hand." He swallowed. "And, now I'm about to..." His hand continued to stroke slowly, his mind now focused entirely on Lorelai, "...rub it...mm...god, I'm so h--"
He said the last word so quietly that Lorelai barely heard him. She did, though. And, it caused her hand to finally acknowledge a part of her body that was begging to be acknowledged. "You're what?" She asked breathily as her own finger slipped between her folds. She played along her engorged clitoris, enjoying the slickness that was present due to the abundance of moisture.
He wasted no time in repeating himself. "I'm so hard."
Lorelai lifted her hand momentarily, not allowing herself to be pushed over the edge just by his voice. She realized it had definite potential of happening. Carefully, she reclaimed contact. "Luke," she whispered.
"Shit...Lorelai..."
He ground out her name, each letter seeming to swim transcendently through his bloodstream, bouncing from vein to pulsating vein before finally stumbling out of his mouth with an illustrious disorient.
"What are you doing--what do you want to do to me?" Asked Lorelai huskily.
"God, I want...to touch you."
"Mm."
Direction was no longer needed.
"I'm touching you. You're so...you're so..." Swallow. "Wet."
"I am," she whispered. Her legs spread like the wings of a Butterfly as her finger moved up and down her center. "I need you...inside me, Luke. Now." She panted.
"No." His hand moved about his length, his thumb falling over the tip each time. "I want--I need to taste you."
Lorelai whimpered. Her legs spread wider. "You're killing me."
Luke resisted the urge to pump determinately and continued to gingerly slide his fist, providing just enough stimulation. "You haven't seen anything yet," he responded.
Lorelai's eyes opened and she looked at a blurry version of the ceiling through droopy eyelids. "Shit," she murmured as she touched a particularly sensitive area.
"Your legs open wide?" Luke asked, taking a comfortable lead with the discussion. Lorelai mumbled affirmation. "You waiting for me?"
"Luke...p-please..." She pleaded.
Luke's erection fell to his stomach and rolled around in rhythmic dance as he released it to grip his testicles. He groaned loudly, sliding his hand back to its previous task.
"Your body is so beautiful," he said softly.
Lorelai smiled sweetly, moaned, and bit her lip as her finger slipped. She found it surrounded by hot, fleshy walls that seemed to quickly close in to graciously welcome the new visitor. She fought temptation and extracted quickly.
"You smell good," he whispered. His eyes remained closed as the imagery of her became more focused with each sound she made.
"Wha-what part of me?"
"Your neck. My mouth is on your neck. You...have this scent that's making me crazy. And, you taste amazing." He paused, allowing them both time to get that visual just right. "You're so soft." He breathed heavily. "M-my tongue is on your jaw, your neck...damn...your shoulder...god, you're making me crazy, Lorelai," he said, actually seeing himself in the scenario.
"Luke...dammit, Luke...I need you to go lower." Her hand was on her breasts, slowly stimulating each.
"I move down...and...then I take your nipple into my mouth." He grit his teeth. "How does it feel? Talk to me."
"Jesu--it feels good, Luke. It feels so good. Don't stop."
"I'm kissing them...dotting them each with a hundred soft, wet...kisses. Using my tongue to make them glisten." Pause. "I can't wait."
"For what?"
"I can't wait to taste you."
Lorelai gave a light squeeze to her nipple before sliding her hand slowly over each breast. "Then, don't."
Luke's hand moved over his stomach briefly before returning. "I'm moving down your body. And, I can smell your arousal."
"God."
"You smell so good, and I have to have you even more."
"Where are you?"
"I'm kneeled between your legs."
Her legs spread more, allowing him room to play. "You want me?"
"I want you."
Lorelai paused.
"Do you want...it so bad you can taste it?"
"I wan--" He started to answer but heard a tiny giggle on her end. "Lorelai!" He admonished.
"Sorry," she said as her giggle cleared the line. Her hand went to cover her eyes.
Luke was a bit thrown. "Goodness, Lorelai. Can you not do that while we're..." He gestured toward his hard-on. "Ya know?"
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. It just came out. I'm--okay, go on," she said as her mind quickly returned to him. There was silence. "Luke," Lorelai called worriedly.
"Well, thanks to you, I'm feeling stupid now, so..." He rolled his eyes and dropped his head tiredly, his manhood still begging to be touched.
Lorelai released a tiny cry. "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, Luke. I'm back, I promise." She licked her lips, thinking about how much she needed him to continue. "You're doing an amazing job. Please...don't stop."
He sighed with aggravation. "Well..." He tried to recall where he was in the dialogue. "Dammit! You threw me off with your laughing. Now, I can't--"
"I can feel your breath...on me. It's so hot," Lorelai said, trying to lead him back, and at the same time, pushing herself to the brink of sanity.
Silence. Luke quieted, his mind fast-forwarding itself and putting him right back between her knees. He still said nothing.
Lorelai continued. "Our eyes lock. You look so sexy, Luke." She paused, her hand having found that glorious target once again. "God, so...sexy," she repeated.
Luke slowly moved his hand down.
"You have this smile on your face." She smiled subconsciously. "You move in...so slow. And, I feel your tongue. You're..." She bit her lip, "Luke," she called pleadingly.
Luke swallowed. He didn't even have to think about picking it up from there. "I knew you'd be sweet, but the way you taste is making my head spin. Damn, Lorelai," he said breathily.
Every time he said her name, Lorelai felt chills rake her body.
"I-I'm gripping your thighs and my tongue is dipping in and out...up and down your clit."
Lorelai's breath got stuck, creating an abrupt, throaty screech. Her hand continued throughout, and she nearly got taken over. Almost.
"Your hands are on your nipples as I'm tasting you."
Lorelai moved her hand up and massaged her breast before returning it to her middle. "Okay, Luke," Lorelai exhaled.
"No, I'm not done," he said with a cocky smile.
"Well," she breathed quietly for a moment, "I'm ready to give you a little attention, and I don't have a lot of patience," she said playfully.
Luke actually held his hand up in surrender. "Take it," he said quietly.
Lorelai smiled and relaxed even more as she got her thoughts together. "Okay, you're on the bed."
"Mm."
"Flat on your back."
"Okay."
"And I'm between your legs." She slowed her voice down. "I'm looking at your body. Wanting you, craving you." She scraped her nails lightly along her thigh. "You're ready for me. I wrap my hand around your length."
Luke released a ragged breath, his hand tightened slightly as he continued his ministrations.
"God...I'm...Luke, you're perfect," she whispered quietly. A pause followed this, and Luke stopped and opened his eyes to the ceiling. He swallowed. She began again shakily. "Um, I can feel you, uh, throbbing in my palm--these fast, hot, pulsations," she said gaining confidence once again. Luke brought his lips in, then slowly slipped back into their shared illusion. Lorelai took the moment to get her head back in order. She was aware of how she'd almost lost sight of what she was doing.
"I'm stroking you up...and...down," she said breathlessly. "Up, down...up...shit...and d-down." Luke's hand movement mimicked her words. The slowness, her voice, both driving him insane. "I'm leaning in closer, looking you right in the eyes. I'm still pumping; up, dooown...up, down, up...soooo slow...down. Your eyes glaze, and you can barely contain your pleasure. You whisper my name, and I know that you need to feel my mouth on you."
"Lorelai," he groaned.
Lorelai smiled.
"I take you in my mouth." Luke groaned, working his fist more fervently but being careful not to go overboard. "I try to take all of you. I want...to take all of you, but you're far too gifted to let that happen," she said with confidence.
"...feels so good..." Luke managed.
"I work my mouth slowly at first, letting your head tickle my throat. I lift my mouth and move to the side as I slide my tongue down before moving to the back and running my tongue straight up. I go all the way up, then in an instant, I have you deep in my mouth. My hand is continually stroking you, pumping you. You seem to expand...though it seems impossible."
"I-in your mouth?"
"While in my mouth," she verified. "You're making me hot as hell." Her hands were everywhere at that point, not knowing what to stimulate next. "Can you feel me?"
"Yessss. Fuck, yes."
"Are you feeling good, Luke?"
"So good." He tightened his jaw and started yanking slower, with greater upward pulls.
"Goodness," Lorelai breathed out as she grew more aroused at what she was doing to him. "Do you...you want me to take you there?" She asked.
She and Luke both fell into a blissful moment, swimming in the visual that they'd created together. Luke finally answered. "No, I want to get there...with you."
Lorelai nodded, gripped the phone. "I move over you," she continued. "I'm kissing your chest...I'm moving up until finally our...our...ou..." She swallows, this seeming to be the most sensual part of the fantasy, more personable. "Our lips touch." She paused, her head starting to reel. "I'm kissing you, and, and still wanting more of you at t-t-the same time."
A minute passes as they both visualize the kiss.
"I straddle you, moving from between your legs to the outsides. I'm moving against you--grinding against you. Are you ready?"
"Yeah...yeah."
"Reaching between us, I place you right at my entrance, and you--"
"I push into you," he said, his voice strained. Lorelai gave into temptation and inserted one finger, then two.
"Shiiiit."
"Jesus! You're so tight," he whispered.
"You feel so good."
"I-I, damn, I s-start off slowly, pumping in and out."
"Mm."
"I watch your body rise, your folds spreading around my head before sinking back down."
"All the way down?"
"C-can you handle it?"
"Just give me all of it. Please."
Luke bit his lower lip. "I grasp your hips and guide you down. All the way down. And you--"
"Ooooooh, my gaaaaa...Jeeeesus!" Her fingers dipped in completely, the smell of burning lust permeating the air around her.
"I pause and let the feeling take over. Then I lift you up, down, uuuup, down. The pace is slow and--"
"No, please, fast."
"B-but it's so sweet. I have to savor this."
Lorelai's fingers, one more inserted, started to move quickly in and out of her body, causing her to buck on the bed. "God, Luke, I need you to fuck me!"
Luke glanced down and saw pre-cum seeping from the tip of his penis. He used his thumb to wipe it away. Lorelai's words echoed. "I turn you over, reversing our positions. I pull out slowly, then pound b-back into you. Every...shit...every i-inch," he said, barely able to find his voice. "You feel it?"
"Mm hm," she said, her eyes shut tightly.
"Shit, you're so tight. I can barely stand it. I'm moving in and out. Faster and faster..."
"Mmmmm..."
"Faster, faster..." His hand moved forcefully, holding out and falling victim to the feel at the same time. "Ooh, fuuuck! Faster, faster. I'm moving up and down, sliding in and out so fast, the sound of slap--"
"Oh shit, I'm almost there!" Lorelai said breathily. She swallowed. "Luke, I want you with me."
Luke began to pump without reservation. His feet wrinkled his sheets, moving restlessly as all stimuli sought refuge in one area of his body. "Lorelai, I'm about to--," he grunted.
"Mm, mm, mm, mmmmmm," Lorelai moaned into the phone as she climaxed. Her legs clamped shut around her hand as she curled into a fetal position on the bed.
At the same moment, Luke grunted her name loudly. His juices shot out, landing all over his stomach and chest.
Exhausted breathing took the place of conversation. Then, a few minutes later, soft breaths and two half-asleep participators.
Lorelai was the first to speak.
"Luke?" She called quietly.
"Lore--"
His voice disappeared, and Lorelai looked at her phone quickly, discovering that the battery had died. She closed it slowly and dropped her head back to the pillow.
Perfect.
-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
Lorelai ended up catching an early morning bus back to Stars Hollow. She hadn't intended on bothering Rory, even though she knew she would have been more than okay with giving her a lift. She hopped off of the bus in front of the diner and just stood there staring in that direction. She watched the many customers that had every table, and probably every stool occupied. She looked in the direction of her home, her intended destination after such an eventful night.
Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she went to join the bustle.
The bell jingled, and several townies greeted her as she stepped inside. She waved and smiled at them before making her way to the front. She saw Luke there pouring coffee and smiling pleasantly at one of the elder members of the town.
He still hadn't noticed her. She spotted two open stools and claimed the one closest to him as another lady moved to retrieve the other.
Luke looked up, and their eyes locked.
Lorleai lifted her eyebrows. "Hey," she greeted shyly.
"Hey," he replied.
A small smile played on her lips, and it broadened only slightly as Luke tentatively offered it back.
They held one another's gaze for the longest time, neither knowing what to say. Luke slowly set the coffee pot down, his gaze turning less surprised and more gentle. He opened his mouth to speak, then suddenly Lorelai saw his eyes fall immediately behind where she sat.
Before she could turn to see what had caught his attention, she was feeling a kiss being pressed to her cheek.
"Hey, Babe. Figured I'd find you here."
Lorelai looked to Luke instantly before her eyes fell to her lap. Putting on a prize-winning smile, she looked up.
"Hey, Jason."
...TBC...
Whoa. I got this idea while it was taking me forever to put out Bedside Manner. I thought of accidental phone sex, and it just took on a life of its own. Thought it'd go away, which is why I took so long to start it, but that didn't happen. Here's the deal, I have absolutely no idea whether or not you guys are going to like this. Because, frankly, I'm on the fence myself, lol. For real. OOC usually screams quietly to me while I write sometimes, but that mofo was loud as heck this time around. Seriously, my ears are bleeding right now.
I want to hear all thoughts: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I'm really interested in what you think of this.
I just had to stop and let you guys judge before continuing with something I'm not entirely comfortable with. Hate updates. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. But, here I am, creating a need for one. I'll do the best I can. Also, any suggestions on where this could go are welcome. Just don't do that whole expectation thing. It freaks me out.
