Missing Scene(s): A Tale of Poe's and Fire

LORELAI'S POV

(one shot, if I'm not convinced otherwise)

"I got up, went downstairs, and you talked to my stomach…" I explain.

"Why would I do that?" Luke asks confused.

"Because I was pregnant; with twins." I tell him.

"Mine?" he asks with slight amusement in his voice.

"What am I? A dream tramp? Of course yours." I quip.

"We were uh, married?" he asks amused

"Yeah. Did I not mention that?" I ask in a playful tone

"No." he pauses, "did the dream go beyond that?" he asks sitting up.

"You talked to my stomach and then you…I don't know…uh, no, it didn't." I said shaking my head.

"Lorelai, it sounds like there's more. Come on, tell me." he says crossing the room to sit beside me on the bed.

I quickly formulate a plan about how to tell him that 'Dream Luke' kissed me, and was damn good at it, good enough that I didn't want the dream to end. I sit up and look at him, with mixed emotions running through my head. I mean, this is Luke! Should Nicole really feel all 'Poe' towards me?

"Lorelai! Finish the dr-" I cut him off with my lips on his, and to my surprise, he returns the kiss. I pull away and look at him. "dream" he finishes.

"You wanted to know what else happened, well, there you go." I get out quickly. I think, 'Wow! Reality Luke, is a good kisser too, no, I take that back, a GREAT kisser.'

"Uh, we, I, you…we kissed?" he asks stuttering, Duh, Danes, why else would she give you an imprompteau kiss?'

"No we did the 'hustle'. Yes we kissed!" I answer sarcastically. He moves back towards me, and kisses me again, and I have no objection. 'Where did Luke learn how to kiss like this? Omigod! I don't want this kiss to end!', I think. 'God, must stop, he's taken', I relentlessly pull back and say, "Luke, what about Nicole?"

"What about her?" he asks.

"You and Nicole are together. We're sitting in your apartment, on your bed, and oh yeah, just to catch you up, we're kissing!" I say matter of fact. 'And, these are the best damn kisses EVER, do it again pleaseeeee!' I beg him in my mind.

"I can break up with Nicole. I've been trying to find a way to tell you that I wanted to be with you, but you were always with Christopher, or Max, and all the time I was thinking 'will she ever see me as more than a friend?" he says, and at this I can only smile and think of all the times that Rory and Sookie have said that he was "in love" with me.

"Is this an 'I want Lorelai' rant, cause if it is, I must say I'm enjoying it." I tell him, really enjoying the "rant".

He looks a bit shocked, "You are?"

"Luke," I say, then kiss him, "I see you as so much more than a friend, how could I not?"

"Nicole is history." he says breathless.

"Good." he kisses my forehead, I move my head so our lips are once again touching. His lips are so soft and gentle, who knew Luke had a soft side? God, all these years and I was so oblivious. I lean back on the bed, and he is moving on top of me…oh no. This sucks. I really want to continue this, but he is technically still in a relationship. "Luke," I mumble against his lips, then sadly pull away. "Luke, as much as we want this arousing moment to continue, we can't. You're still with Nicole."

"You're right, okay, we won't do this now. Get some sleep Lorelai." he kisses me again. 'God, he does that so well.' I think, then he pulls away and looks at me.

"Yeah, you get some sleep too buddy." I say with a smile.

Buzz, buzz, buzz

I wake up, but keep my eyes closed, from my slumber and ask, "What is that dreadful noise?" I roll over to find Luke swatting his alarm clock. "Ah, so, you're the culprit?" I ask playfully, and I get off the bed and go lay next to him, or rather on top of him since the couch is small.

"Yeah, sorry about that." he kisses my forehead. "Lorelai, what are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, well, lets see. It'll be night, and there's this thing at home called a bed, and I'll be there with my eyes closed doing something called sleeping. Why?" I ask in my usual joking manner.

"Well, I'm going to break up with Nicole and wanted to-"

I cut him off, "-go out on a date?"

"Yeah." he says with a nod.

"Then I'm free. Pick me up at seven?" I say enthusiastically.

"Yeah, seven." we kiss with just as much passion as last night, possibly more. He pulls away and says, "Later for that."

"Oh, alright." with that I get off of him and go in to the bathroom smiling. 'I have to see how Rory feels about this, I mean, I'm going to be dating the Uncle of her boyfriend. I'm sure she'll be ok with it, I mean, she likes Luke, right? Right.'

Later that day, I walk into the diner, when I see Nicole rushing down the stairs, I know what took place moments before I walked in. I sit at the counter, and Caesar pours me a cup of coffee. The bell jingles and someone taps on my shoulder, I turn around to find Nicole staring me in the face.

"Nicole, hi" I say cheerfully.

"Don't 'Nicole hi' me you tramp. You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?"

"Hey, pull back lady, I have been nothing but nice to you-" I try to tell her, but she cuts me off.

"You can't keep your hands off another woman's man!" she says outraged.

She was yelling so loud, I didn't hear Luke shuffle down to the now quiet diner. "Nicole! Get out of my diner. I have already told you. This had nothing to do with Lorelai. My heart wasn't in the relationship, you like me more than I like you. Now, get out!" he exclaims.

Obviously believing what he said, Nicole turned to me and said, "Sorry, Lorelai." and left.

I turn to Luke and say, "My hero." he smiles and pours me a fresh cup of coffee. "So, that went well." I tell him

"Yeah, so, tonight? You still free?" he asks for conformation.

"Yeah, why, have fancy plans for us? Romantic walk on the beach, candle lit dinner-" I begin then he cuts me off.

"Nothing fancy, just dinner, dessert and some other things." he says with a smile.

I smile back, wickedly might I add, and say, "What 'other' things? Do they require a dirty?"

He leans over the counter, deathly close to me-I could grab him by the collar and drag him up stairs and have my way with him, but I don't-then he whispers to me, "They might require a few dirties."

At this remark, I can only smile. My dream is suddenly coming true. Thank God for fires.