A/N: Well, hello there friends! I always miss you when I'm gone! I tried to put out another chapter of the now infamous Booty Call before I started working on my story for the CWS ficathon, but certain things got in the way. I graduated from college. I helped organized the Gilmore Girls FanFic Chat-a-thon. I became co-head writer with Jewels12 of Virtual Season 9. I moved back in with my parents. I got my first real job. So yeah, for some reason, I suddenly have a life. When did that happen? But, I'm having loads of fun being busy, so I hope you don't mind if I take a break from Booty Call and focus my attention on this ficathon piece for a bit. I promise I'll go back when I'm done. Filo will have my head if I don't :)
First things first, I have many much people to thank. First of all, round of applause to sosmitten for all her help, expertise, and patience when dealing with Filo and I, the virgin ficathon writers/organizers. Also, hugs to the SCPP, my friends, especially Filo, Pink Hammer, and Olivia Jane for our 10 minute writing sessions the past couple days. They really whipped me into shape (completely not dirty, except where Olivia is concerned). Finally, everyone send roses to Filo, my buddy, fellow organizer, beta, and slave driver. This is a unique story and completely different from my normal voice, and it would cease to exist without her.
Wow, so far, this A/N has been so not funny. Completely unlike me. But, then again, so is this story. At this point, I hope you've all read my summary. To avoid confusion, I just want to clarify that non-linear means the story will be told out of order. Cool? Cool. I predicted that some people would not read my summary and then send me confused reviews, so I thought I should just clear that up a bit.
I've rambled long enough, don't you think? So, who's ready for a new fic? It's different and completely unlike my normal style (I guess I can't stress this enough, huh), so I hope you enjoy it. Now, on with the show!
Disclaimer: If Gilmore Girls was mine, the virtual season wouldn't be virtual.
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Chapter 1: "Yes"
There were a lot of things she had left to do that night.
The living room was littered with trash. Every dish she owned, and even most of Sookie's diningware, was sitting unwashed in her kitchen sink. She needed to scrub the big red stain left on her couch from when an overexcited Babette spilled her drink. And, as Luke had pointed out, her porch rail was broken.
The same porch rail that she was precariously pressed against right now.
But, none of that mattered. He was there, and he was everywhere.
It was certainly a different feeling. Not different in any negative connotation of the word, though. No, it didn't feel weird. It's just…well, she hadn't exactly spent a lot of time thinking about Luke like this. Sure, it had crossed her mind from time to time, but most of these thoughts never reached a culmination.
Until now.
She sighed, allowing herself to press deeper into the kiss. The hand that had made its way into her hair tightened, and his fingers became tangled in her curls. She felt the need to reciprocate, touch him, be everywhere like he was everywhere, because, God, he felt good. But, her hands gripped his flannel shirt, rooted to the spot, relishing the way the material felt in between her knuckles.
He broke the kiss, whispered her name, and she felt dizzy from sheer exhilaration. She couldn't open her eyes, afraid that it had all been a dream. It wasn't until she felt him cup her face and feather light kisses on the bridge of her nose, that she opened them, desperate to sneak a peek at the sight before her.
What a sight it was.
"Luke," she breathed softly, and she found herself lost to another kiss simply because he had smiled. And, as she had realized tonight, she would always be a sucker for his smile.
In the back of her mind, there was the urge to stop. This was new and they needed to talk, because that's what you do when you cross a line. Or, at least she thought that was supposed to be done in situations like these. She was new at crossing these types of lines. The Lorelai of a couple years ago, hell, the Lorelai of a couple months ago would not have begged her parents for money, or dated her daughter's teacher, or kissed a close friend just because her mother said he looked at her a certain way. Things were changing and she knew that it should scare her. Some of those things still scared her. But, with him, she wasn't scared, and she wondered why that was.
She couldn't get close enough to him. With her hands still clutching his shirt, she pulled him to her, putting more weight on the broken rail behind her, praying it would hold. He groaned as the lower half of their bodies made contact for the first time. In response, his hands traveled from her face, down her back, resting just before he reached her hips. She was pulled even closer to him and his thumbs rubbed gentle circles into her skin. Lorelai moaned into his kiss. God, he felt so good.
One kiss blurred into the next. She lost track of how many times she had pressed her lips to his. Desire was a funny, funny thing, she realized. Makes you do things, see things differently. Makes you react to
things you might not normally react to. But, then again, there was a part of her that wondered if she had made the right decision. Sure, he had responded to her touch, but she knew him, and she knew he was being careful. He was waiting for her to make the first move, the next move, and that worried her.
They were exposed like this, out on her front porch. She lived next to the busiest busybody in Stars Hollow, and even though that same busybody was drunk and would probably sleep through Tuesday, she didn't want to risk it. Plus, there was always the off chance that Rory would forget something and come back home unannounced and the last time she kept the romance thing a secret from her, it was bad. But, she didn't want to stop. She couldn't stop. Especially since Luke was now nibbling at her jaw.
Her hands moved away from his stomach and rubbed up and down his arms, fingers tingling at the sensation. He moved up and down her jaw line, expertly pinpointing her most sensitive spots. When he reached her neck, she gasped and dug her nails into his arms. She felt him smile as he breathed warm air against her ear. Did he have any idea what he was doing to her?
Inside. They needed to go inside. It was cold and they were outside and anyone could see them like this. Not that she didn't want to be seen with him. Or, maybe she didn't. She wasn't sure. She couldn't think straight with him sucking on her earlobe like that.
Going inside opened up a whole new realm of impossibility. There were rules. She made the rules, not only for Rory, but for herself, and she wasn't sure if she could break them with so little planning, just like that. Especially since he was still being so careful. His hands hadn't moved since he placed them on her back, and his lips had yet to venture past her throat.
And, she needed to know. She desperately needed to know if he wanted this, if it wasn't just a one time thing, if he meant what he said.
"Luke," she said, bringing her hand up to brush his cheek. He brought his face even to hers, brushed his nose against hers, and she had to remind herself to breathe. "Did you mean it?"
He pulled away and looked her in the eyes. The light from the paper lanterns danced across his skin, and cast a rosy glow on his face and he looked so wonderful to her that she thought she wouldn't be able to let him answer without pulling him to her again.
He studied her face, scrutinizing her with his brow wrinkled. "Mean what?"
"What you said. Earlier. Before this," she clarified as she gestured to their current position.
"Yes." His response was immediate, and she needed that.
It was so clear, with no hint of the hesitation she thought she was picking up from him, and it was completely reassuring. She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, pulling away before it could turn into something more.
"Lorelai?" he questioned, confusion evident on his face. She nodded, hoping that one gesture would encourage him because she couldn't speak. He had said so much in one word and she could not say anything in response.
So, instead, she pushed against him, just enough to slip away from the broken rail. And she took his hand and led him inside.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Intriguing? Boring? Worth leaving a review? Let me know either way. I'm anxious to hear from you all.
This is the first of a ten chapter installment. I would have posted more, but for one thing, I am going out of town tomorrow, and for another thing, I haven't written chapter 2 yet. So, stay tuned. I should have a new chapter up for you soon.
Man, I am going to really have to bring the funny for the next A/N. I guess I'm not feeling very comedic right now. I blame the tone of the story.
Review, please!