Author's Note: Okay, so another story. This is the first installment. I wont bother mentioning my other stories. They'll get done eventually.

Summary: Post-Season finale. After the big question. My take on it all and following. Title subject to change.

She's Almost Perfect, but She's Not

She sighed happily, a small smile tugging at her lips. She was… content, and happy. Despite what was going on in her life or how sad she was, he had that affect on her. He could turn her worst day around into the best it could possibly be in a heartbeat.

Slowly, she looked up at him, her brow furrowed, a sign that she was deep in thought. She watched him pacing back and forth trying to come up with a solution to her problem. He was really trying his hardest to help her; there was no doubt in her mind that he wasn't. She knew he cared more for her than he did about anything else.

"Luke…" she whispered, then paused looking down. "Will you marry me?"

Very slowly she looked up, taking in his confused expression. Suddenly it felt as if a lead weight had dropped in the pit of her stomach. She watched as he stared at her in complete shock and the feeling got worse.

"Wha- what?" he asked, finally gazing down at her.

Flustered, she covered her face with her hands, her palms sweating profusely. Finally, she looked back up at him and noticed how he was leaning onto the counter, his face paler than usual.

"Nothing… never mind," she muttered sadly, getting up out of the chair to leave.

"No! Lorelai, wait…" Luke exclaimed, grabbing her arm as she turned to walk out the door. "It wasn't 'nothing'. You… You asked me… Did you mean it?" He chose his words carefully, not wanting to say the words out loud just yet. He felt fluttering sensations in his stomach as he held onto her arm; afraid she'd walk out and forget this ever happened.

She looked at him, feeling the heat from his hand radiate to her. She really looked at him and deep inside she knew the answer. She felt tears in her eyes as she shook her head, then nodded.

"I don't know! I know that I love you and that I don't want to lose you. I know you make me happier than anyone and you're on my side despite all the things I put you through. You help me in every way imaginable. I have no clue what I was thinking…" she muttered the last part, casting her eyes downward. "Why would you marry me?" She finally breathed, daring a glance at him and was surprised to see him looking slightly amused.

"Do you want my answer or not?" he asked firmly but softly, his voice hoarse as he stared into her eyes.

"Your answer?" Her heart was racing a mile a minute as her confusion deepened.

"Yes." It was firm, yet gentle. Luke watched her take in his small yet powerful answer.

She smiled genuinely and let him tug her into his arms. His arms wrapped around her waist firmly as he hugged her as tight as he could. He felt the hot tears against his neck as she let the tears fall. Luke then heard a sniffle and a laugh.

"Wow. I really proposed to you," she mused in wonderment.

"Yes you did," he whispered into her hair, kissing the stop of her head gently.

"Okay, let me do this properly."

Luke watched as Lorelai got down on one knee. He rolled his eyes as he watched her excitement. She searched the ground and found a twisty tie from a bread bag and made it into a ring.

"Lorelai, get off the floor," he stated, amused.

"Lucas Danes, will you marry me?"

She took the 'ring' and tried to slide it up his finger.

"Come on you… there!" Finally, she forced it onto his finger and smiled happily.

"I'm supposed to be the one down there."

"Luuuuuke…" she whined, looking up at him, her eyes wide. "I'm in a skirt!"

"Fine. Yes, Lorelai, I will marry you. But I am getting you a rin-"

He couldn't finish his sentence for Lorelai unexpectedly pulled him down onto the ground with her and enclosed his mouth with her own.

As the kiss got more and more passionate Luke slipped farther from reality. He grabbed her waist roughly, pulling her shirt from her body with one hand and throwing it onto the floor, momentarily breaking the kiss.

"Stay," he gasped, getting up from the floor, leaving Lorelai there trying to catch her breath. He went over and turned the diner lights off.

He made his way back over, going to close the blinds but before he could reach them Lorelai reached up and grabbed his hand, pulling him down on top of her. She felt the weight of him on top of her and pulled his shirt up and off over his head. He looked down at her, then began to drag his lips up her stomach slowly approaching her lips. Finally, she smiled wider as her lips found his once again.