Hey everyone (:
It's Lorelai and Luke's first wedding anniversary, so that's the perfect reason for a new story. Before you start reading, I have to point out the following: This story is not all mine. I have written all of it, but all ideas get discussed with mrsgilmoredanes (from tumblr), who I also run javajunkiedaily with. We also asked our followers to prompt us with ideas, so this story is basically a big collaboration. Our goal is to create a fluffy post-revival story for our beloved couple. I hope you don't mind and enjoy it.
First Day
They did it. After two engagements, living together for years, nine years of being in a relationship, eleven in total, after two breakups and two decades of knowing each other, they were finally married. Husband and wife. Lawfully wedded to each other, and that twice within twelve hours. Two weddings were better than one.
Even though the party had been a smashing hit, Lorelai was relieved to be home with her husband. The past two days had been exhausting, asking her to give everything she had. One coffee was consumed after the other. It was the only way to make her stand upright.
Now, she was happy to finally sit back and do nothing. No more smiling for the camera, no more standing straight in the million different dresses Miss Celine and she had designed. No more duty stuff, just fun stuff.
The wedding had been fun though. Everybody had been there; Sookie had been the biggest surprise of them all. The cakes she had made were delicious; there were still leftovers, which Lorelai had brought along for the little honeymoon Luke and she would have tomorrow at their house. With all the party planning in the last couple of days, there had been no time to plan an actual honeymoon. A quiet day without any interruption was all they could afford at the moment. Plans for a proper honeymoon would need to be revisited at a later time.
All of her planning abilities went into making the wedding happen. Kirk had been a huge help. It was a wonderful day, maybe the best of her life. It was filled with all those memorable moments, which she wanted to capture forever.
There were so many things she would never forget about this day. So many moments, one highlight was chasing the other. It was one big blur and went by too quickly.
The moment Rory teared up when she saw Lorelai in her wedding dress for the first time. Both of them overcame the significance of the moment. This was it. The end of the Gilmore Girls, even though Lorelai would keep her name.
Emily gasped too when she saw her daughter and she couldn't fight the proud smile when she walked her down the aisle instead of her father. Richard's absence brought tears to all of the three Gilmore Girls' eyes, especially since at this wedding, there would not be a father-daughter-dance. A moment of this wedding that could not be cherished forever.
It was in contrast with the moment Luke was officially announced her husband the second time in front of all her friends and family, making it real, making it official. She was married and she could not be happier than this. It was the ultimate moment.
Before she knew it, they gathered together for a big family picture with both of their sides of the family, realizing how big the family was now. She could call Liz her sister-in-law officially and she also had the official permission to get annoyed by her calls just like Luke.
They also did a quick photo shooting with just their daughters, both of them grown-up but still their little girls. Finally, Luke could call Rory his, not just by a feeling he had, but officially. And Lorelai was happy she could do the same with April, the little girl she had seen growing into the amazing young woman she was.
In that moment, the four of them became the family they had been for such a long time, whenever they spent a dinner together. It was one of the many important and emotional moments of that day.
Like the moment Luke's eyes widened whenever he saw her in a new wedding dress, telling her she looked beautiful every single time. And it every time her heart flattered, her knees going weak and every time Luke brought his hands to her to catch her, steady her, give her the support she needed.
The moment one of the many wedding cakes was cut and as the tradition asked her to she decided to smash some of it in Luke's face. His eyes widened this time in horror, so changed her mind. Instead, she fed him the traditional way, with a fork, so she wouldn't stain the suit he was wearing. It suited him so well, making him look like extra hot.
Or the moment they were asked to share their first dance as husband and wife, swaying to the music, both a little spazzy, but she didn't care what the others thought of their dancing. She had only eyes for him. The squeal coming from Liz when she recognized the song they were playing was impossible to miss though. It made them both laugh. Their song to their first dance was the same at Liz and TJ's. Their wedding would always link them together.
The moments passed by and soon they were at home again. It was such long day, filled with so many events. It was no surprise she was exhausted once she was settled back home, on the bed she so often had shared with Luke. The excitement of the day, the adrenaline in her blood, the happiness in general, and the liters and liters of coffee made her go through the day just fine. She couldn't fight the feeling though that a lot of pressure was off now since there was a ring sitting on her finger.
Luke was refreshing himself in the bathroom as she waited for him on the bed. The day was hard on both of them, while Lorelai was capable of dealing with little sleep, Luke was not used to staying up late like they had done the night before with their impromptu elopement. Though she could see the tiredness in his eyes when he came out of the bathroom, the jacket and the tie discarded, the first buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, there was also a smile playing on his lips. He sighed when he sat down. He felt the weight falling off his shoulders as well. "Finally," he said, closing his eyes, bringing his feet up on the bed, stretching out.
"It was a long time coming," Lorelai said, and looked at him in his peace, his hands were folded over his stomach; the ring catching her attention. She couldn't help herself and laced her fingers through his. She settled herself down on her side, watching the man she now was able to call her husband.
"Luke," she whispered at one point.
"Yeah?" He answered, his voice a little hoarse, almost like he was in slumber.
"We didn't leave our wedding reception early, so we can sleep. Or did we?" She brought her hand up to his chest, smoothing over it.
"Five minutes."
In response, Lorelai chuckled. "How about we recharge for a moment before we dive into the physical part of the evening?"
"Napping sounds like heaven."
"Just a moment. I need to take the gown off."
"Yeah-yeah," he said, which was a sign to Lorelai that Luke was more in dreamland than in reality. He didn't jump to his feet to help her out the wedding gown like it was custom. They never did things the traditional way, Lorelai mused, even though only yesterday she learned about his traditional sides.
She took the dress off, leaving her only in her underdress. She rolled the sheets back, and sneaked under them, at the same time, putting them over Luke as well. Once settled, she snuggled up to his side; her head came to rest on his shoulder. She hooked her left leg over his hip and was happy to notice he had gotten rid of the belt. With him there, his scent filling her nose, she felt safe and cozy. At home. Finally.
Lorelai placed a kiss to his neck, the stubble was already showing, but she had grown to like that look on him. It made him all manly. The lumberjack look suited him well. Not that he would call his way of dressing a style, but the flannel shirts had gained a lot of popularity over the years. So much that the plaid had spread over to Lorelai's half of the wardrobe too.
With Luke by her side, she too fell in a slumber, an overdue sleep she had been holding back in the last weeks of preparations. Only with him, she felt this safe. It was so easy to let go with him by her side. The knowledge that he would never ever go anywhere because they were truly committed to each other helped and scared away any inconvenient thought she had to face in the future. Once Rory made up her mind, but she tried to push that away, trying not to leave a sour taste to the rest of the day.
It was a magical day, yet it was not a miracle that she fell asleep, cozy in the bed, surrounded by blankets and the best warm water bottle a human could ask for.
It wasn't a deep slumber she fell into; her mind was preoccupied with processing what has happened in such a short time span. Snippets of the day came to her mind, making her happy, washing a wave of content over her, and making it so easy to relax every single muscle in her body. Life couldn't be any better.
And then life proved her wrong when Luke moved, so he could embrace her in his arms, folded them around her, enfolding her in a way. Being close to him was enough for her. It added to her content, being married, being with her husband in the same bed, being in his arms. There was nowhere she needed to be, only here with him, in the moment, enjoying it as well as she could. She pressed another kiss to his jaw, which made Luke sigh; maybe it was even a moan.
Next thing she knew was that he placed a kiss on her forehead, which brought a smile to her lips but those escaped also a sigh, maybe even a moan too. She couldn't see the difference anymore when Luke buried his hand in her hair, which prompted her to kiss the sensitive skin behind his ear, bringing her hand from his chest to his jaw, caressing it, pampering his jaw with kisses until she met his lips with hers.
Kisses were exchanged, most of them gentle, lovingly, at some point even lazily. There was no rush. They were still sort of in a slumber, in a mode to regain energy so they could consummate their marriage.
Eventually, the kisses grew deeper. The short pecks were replaced with real kisses, lip on lip, mouth on mouth, tongues caressing each other, drawing the other in further. The loving kisses turned into real making out, with hands roaming over the body. They started with the heads: hair and face. They moved over the neck to the shoulders, down the arms, so they could intertwine their hands for a moment, only to let go of them moments later, so they could take on their exploration on the chest, the waist, the back. Whatever they could reach, depending on who was lying on the back at the time.
The making out was intense, not too dirty though. It was not about rough and wild sex. It was about them, showering each other in love, showing the other how much they meant to each other. It was giving and taking, slowly, with everything they had inside them. It was slow, but it was passionate, and even though they had been together for so long, they were still passionate about each other. They were still turning each other on; they had had enough time to get to know what would the other enjoy most. And that was what made it so good. There was nothing better than enjoying each other's presence and having the one person close, who they had grown to love over so many years, and who they were finally allowed to call theirs.
Their lovemaking felt different this time around. It was more intimate if that was even possible. For the first time, they felt like one, truly one, connected on all levels, with no doubts around the corner. Being married felt right, not that it changed much. She felt complete. It was the beginning of something new.
They fell asleep afterward, this time falling into a deep sleep, one that was clearly overdue and they had not sleep that well in weeks, in months really, maybe even in years.
The morning came, however, even through the thick curtains the light made its way to the room, turning everything in a nice glow, to which waking up was not so bad, especially when the person you loved was still very much within reach and up to exchange some tenderness. Speaking was overrated at that time, eating long forgotten.
Their stomachs had to raise their own voices to get attention and with reluctance, they left the safe harbor of their bed. Their avulsion of leaving the bed proofed to be incorrect, the gentle touches and kisses were still exchanged even though their atmosphere had changed. Preparing food was intimate, especially when it was the first time as husband and wife. It helped that they were only wearing their underwear and each a flannel shirt. It was not quite enough; the cold was already creeping into the house. They sought each other's warmth even more.
While Luke was good with his breakfast or brunch really, Lorelai insisted upon eating one of the many leftover cakes. She took out the part of the cake, which had Luke's name on it. She chuckled when she dug her fork into it. "I'm gonna eat Luke. All of it."
It made Luke smile too, out of a totally different reason that came apparent to Lorelai just seconds later, gasping, "Dirty!"
Lorelai's attempts to make Luke eat himself all failed. He hushed her to eat up, so they could sneak back to bed. The mischievous look on his face, made Lorelai forget about the cake. She was attracted to cake and pie, but on the attraction scale, Luke trumped cake and pie, especially when he looked at her like that.
She could never get enough of him. Not today. Not ever. She would never get bored of him, she was certain.
"Hey, Luke?" She asked, getting his attention afterward, again lying in bed, and caressing each other's skin like they had done so long these past hours.
"Yeah?" He said; his voice muffled against her hair.
"I was wondering," she said. "Do you still have the horoscope I gave to you?"
Luke didn't answer, but let go of her and got off the bed. She moaned in protest, but she stopped when she saw he was reaching for his wallet on the dresser. She watched him go through the pockets and then finally he fished a piece of paper out of it. He smiled at the sight and Lorelai figured he must have been reliving the moment. While he could remember every detail about their first meeting, she had little to no memory.
With two big strides, Luke was sitting on the bed again and handing Lorelai the horoscope. She was holding it again. With her thumb, she was tracing her handwriting, trying to relive the moment, both the first meeting and the first date. Just like on her first date the sight of the horoscope made her speechless. It revealed Luke's soft side, which he so often tried to hide, but she liked that side best.
She could feel how Luke wrapped an arm around her. She looked up to meet his gaze. He too looked at the piece of paper, which brought them here. They were meant to be here. This paper was a proof of their love.
It took Lorelai a few moments to get rid of that lump forming in her throat, but she managed to ask, "And did it bring you luck?"
"You have no idea," he answered. Before he leaned closer to kiss her, he snatched the piece of paper out of her hands to make sure it would not get damaged in their exchanging of some tenderness and sharing of love on their wedding night. Lorelai couldn't agree more. This piece of paper was a part of history and needed to be displayed somewhere. This though was part of a different kind of conversation.
"We've been married for 24 hours," Lorelai said at one point. Luke only answered with a smile. There was nothing to add to that. The first 24 hours were perfect and she couldn't wait for their years together as a married couple to follow. She was more than ready for their married life to start.
So, that was it for now. Thanks for reading and I hope to see you all very soon. I can't make any promises at the moment. In the meantime, let me know what you think and enjoy the rest of your Sunday! xxx