Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls
So this is my first step into the world of smut. I was inspired and this one shot was born. Again, my first smutty story so I hope it's good. This is just a one shot, if I continue it will be with other random one shots in the world of smut. Not necessarily connected to this.
This takes place sometime between the end of Season 7 and AYITL.
Just to be clear, the italics are Lorelai's texts to Luke.
Lorelai watched as Luke moved around the diner, clearing plates and glasses from tables now that the lunch rush was over. She had offered to help but he refused, telling her to stay seated and enjoy her coffee and cheeseburger. And she was. She was going to continue taking her time. This past week she had put in more then enough hours at the inn, it could survive without her since she decided to take an extra long lunch break. Perks of being the owner.
She enjoyed the long lunch breaks where she could linger in the diner long after all of the customers were gone and just watch him work. Sure most of it was clearing plates and cleaning up after every guest and no one would consider those a turn on but she enjoyed watching him move around the diner. The way his muscles flexed underneath the flannel that covered up way too much in her opinion and how he always stuffed the order pad down into the waistband of his jeans…needless to say it was a turn on for her. It was long before she would ever admit it to herself.
An idea forming in her head, she reached into the side pocket of her purse and pulled out her phone. Her fingers glided over the touch screen, typing out a short message before she hit send. She watched him for any indication that he had received her text but none came.
"Check your phone," Lorelai said as he stopped in front of her on the other side of the counter.
"I'm working," Luke replied. He grabbed a rag and began to wipe down the counter in front of her.
She leaned over the counter that he had just wiped on. "Check your phone. Trust me, it will be worth your while."
He huffed and caught her gaze but dropped the rag down onto the counter and reached into the pocket of his jeans. He was less familiar with the phone Lorelai had insisted they both upgrade to but the message soon popped up on his screen.
"What are you wearing?"
"What is this?" Luke asked her. She was no longer leaning on the counter but watching him carefully. "You see me, you know what I'm wearing."
She remained silent. Her fingers glided over the touchscreen once more as she composed a message. As she pressed send, she looked up at him and gave him a smile. Seconds later, his phone buzzed and a new message popped up.
"I tell you mine if you tell me yours."
He sighed, unaware of where she was going with this. "Again, I can see you. I know what you're wearing." He lowered his voice. "The black flippy skirt, it's been a while but I approve."
Still she remained silent and composed yet another message. This one was much shorter and as he read it, Luke began to catch on to her little game.
"Underneath."
He was starting to enjoy this game of back and forth and just hoped her answer was what he had imagined. He pressed down onto the counter, his face just inches from hers.
"What are you wearing?"
She didn't speak, opting for the move she pulled twice before. His reaction was exactly what she had expected when he read the short message on his phone.
"Nothing."
He cleared his throat and was going to ask if she was serious but the expression on her face told him that she was serious. He was suddenly so glad that he insisted Cesar take a lunch break away from the diner. He didn't have enough time to think about how she was just across the counter from him, sitting on his stool without absolutely nothing on under her skirt, before his phone buzzed again alerting him to another message.
"Want to check?"
He had dreamed of this since the first time she came into the diner without underwear on. Only that time is was announced by her daughter. He wondered how many times since then she had wandered into the diner with absolutely nothing on under her clothing. He knew she hadn't since they had been together, at least she never made it obvious.
Before he knew it, she had joined him on his side of the counter, plucked his phone from his hand, and was guiding his hand underneath his skirt. He looked over her shoulder to make sure that no one could see them from Taylor's ice cream parlor but she had thought this through and positioned herself so it looked as if they were just talking.
She finally spoke again when she moved his hand up her thigh just far enough to prove that she wasn't lying. "Told you."
He had her pressed back against the counter now. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
She could feel him growing hard against her. "I think I have some idea." She placed her hand over his that was still under her skirt and encouraged him to move. "Feel what you do to me?"
His fingers glided over her center. She was deliciously wet. "God Lorelai," he breathed into her ear.
"Not my name," she quipped. She bit her lip when his fingers continued to dance over her center. "All this time, watching you work, this is what you do to me."
He pressed his lips roughly to hers while his fingers moved faster underneath her skirt. She broke the kiss and the moan that escaped her lips shuttered him back to reality. They were still in the diner, in the daytime, in full view of Taylor's ice cream parlor, and the door wasn't even locked meaning just about anyone could walk in and catch them.
He removed his hand from underneath her skirt and pressed one more kiss to her lips. "Meet you upstairs."
While she made a dash for the stairs, already unbuttoning her blouse, he was a reckless man as he rushed across the diner to flip the open sign to closed. When he made it to the stairs leading to his old apartment, he saw that she was kind enough to leave a trail of her clothing leading all the way up to the open door.
When he entered the apartment, she was laid across his whole bed and he was thankful that they decided to keep it up there after he finally moved in with her. He could barely take the sight of her with one hand caressing her breast and the other coming dangerously close to her center. He managed to get his shoes off and his flannel as he made his way towards her.
She smiled at him when he joined her on the bed. "Nice of you to join me."
"You're telling me," he murmured before pressing his lips to her skin and kissing his way up her leg. Just before he reached where she was guiding him, he scooted down the bed and continued the process again on the opposite leg.
She moaned his name softly as he pressed kisses to her inner thighs. He was building her up, sucking on her skin just hard enough to leave a mark and then soothing it with his tongue. She normally hated hickeys, except with him and how he left them in only spots he would see.
Her fingers tangled in his hair while she urged him to give her what she wanted. "Please Luke, please."
He took her not so subtle hints and moved his tongue over her clit in a short, flicking motion. She bucked her hips up towards him, craving more and he was happy to oblige. His tongue rolled over her clit before he took her into his mouth.
"Yes Luke, right there," she moaned, tightening the grip she had on his head. "I'm so close."
His tongue circled her clit while he gently pushed a finger into her. He knew exactly what she liked, how to drive her up, and then finally get her over that edge. Every time his finger moved over a particularly sensitive spot, he could hear her gasp and then moan his name. It was all too soon for him that he felt her began to tense around him and he redoubled his efforts to get her off though he could do this for much longer.
She could feel it building up and she was so close. She held him tightly to her and it was just seconds later that she felt out a loud cry and shuddered with her release. With Luke, she was always amazed at how fast he could get her there, and how he never failed at it.
Her expression was dreamy as he soothed her with his tongue then finally kissed his way up her body until their lips met. She pulled him into a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as she took the advantage and flipped them over so she straddled him.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she said while her hands pulled his t-shirt over his head. She kissed him again while her hands worked on his belt buckle and she did her best to push his jeans down from her position.
He lifted his hips up and helped her stripping him of his jeans and then boxers. She feathered kisses across his chest, making her way down his body and to his cock. She took him in her hand and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock.
"Lorelai," he moaned.
She seemed to take the hint he was trying to give as she released him and moved up his body. His hands went to her hips and her hands went to his chest when she lowered herself down onto him. She sank onto him slowly, relishing in the moment before he was fully sheathed in her.
Leaning forward to kiss him, she circled hips causing him to groan against her lips. One of his hands slipped from her hips and moved towards her breasts. She moaned when he caressed her, his fingers moved over her hard nipples. With one last tantalizing kiss, she pushed herself up and began to ride him.
They moved together with a well practiced ease, their hips rising and falling to meet one another at the same pace. His hands now gripped her ass as he guided her up and down his shaft. Her head was thrown back while he thrust up into her, filling her up.
She increased their pace first, steadying herself on him now so she was watching him as they both hurried to their release. She could tell by the way his hands gripped her tighter and the way her name tumbled from his lips, that he was close. She was close too, she just needed that extra little push. And she was glad that he knew her so well when he released his grip on her with one hand and moved his thumb to her clit.
"Fuck," she cried out when his thumb circled her clit just right. "Come with me Luke," she begged, right on the edge of her release.
Feeling her beginning to tighten around him was enough to send him over the edge calling out her name among a few expletives. Her sentiments were the same when she followed soon after, riding out the aftershocks of her release before she collapsed onto his chest.
She smiled when he felt him running his fingers through her hair before placing a kiss on top of her head. She pressed a few kisses to his warm chest then worked her way back up to his lips where they shared a long kiss, slowly drinking each other in.
Eventually the kiss broke and she moved off of him and onto the bed. She curled into his side, one of her legs thrown over his, and her head resting on her shoulder. His strong arm enveloped her waist and held her close.
"Hey Luke," she called out to him when his eyes started to drift shut.
"Yes Lorelai?"
She grinned up at him and pressed herself even closer to his side when she whispered into his ear. "What are you wearing?"
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