Author's note: To clarify right away, no, this is not the sequel to "The Past in the Present." I just had an urge to write some smuttiness for my favorite couple. This story will be a string of M-rated chapters that will each depict Luke/Lorelai in a different type of role-playing scenario, set during the summer after their reconciliation in Bon Voyage. I own nothing.

Just Play Along

Chapter 1: Blame it on the Glasses

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Luke was moving quickly around the diner during the early breakfast rush... taking orders, delivering plates, pouring coffee. He kept checking his watch, and just before seven, he called to Caesar in the kitchen, "I'll be right back!" He poured a cup of coffee and headed upstairs to his apartment.

He walked over to the bed, where a sleeping Lorelai was sprawled out in practically the same position he'd left her a few hours ago. He set the mug of coffee on the nightstand, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

Luke put his hand on Lorelai's back and rubbed it lightly. "Lorelai," he said softly.

"Ugh," she groaned in response.

"It's seven o'clock."

"I hate seven o'clock," she muttered into the pillow. "It's one of my least favorite o'clocks."

"You said to make sure you're up by seven, so... come on." Luke pulled back the covers from her body, and she grumbled as she reluctantly rolled over onto her back.

Lorelai groggily rubbed her eyes, smoothed out her hair, then let out a sigh as she rested her hands on her stomach. She met his gaze with a tired smile. "Morning."

"Morning. You sleep okay?"

"Yes… did you?" Lorelai reached for his hand and lightly stroked his palm. "Sorry I kept you up past your bedtime last night."

Luke smirked. "No, you're not."

"No, I'm not," she admitted with a smile. "But it was nice of me to pretend, right?"

"Yup."

Lorelai suddenly sat up in the bed and glanced confusedly around the apartment. "Wait, where's Paul Anka?"

Luke squeezed her hand. "I walked him home a little while ago. I filled up his bowls, gave him a new Penn ball to keep him occupied… he's fine."

Lorelai cocked her head to the side and smiled at him adoringly. "You take good care of us."

"I know." He picked up the coffee from the nightstand and held it toward her. "Here."

"Thank you," she replied appreciatively as she took the mug from him. She inhaled the scent of it, then gulped half of its contents down before cradling the mug in her lap. As she mentally went over the day's agenda at the inn, she let out a groan. "Ugh, I have to deal with my mother's DAR posse today."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Luke said in an attempt to soothe her building anxiety.

Lorelai scoffed. "Fine, really? You're going to stick me in a room with twenty Emily Gilmores and confidently declare that it'll be fine?" she asked as she reached up to feel his forehead. "You feeling okay? Got a fever?"

"It will be fine," he reassured her firmly, then leaned in to kiss her. "You want me to stop by and take a look at that coffee table?"

"Oh, yeah, if you have time. And the pantry door keeps getting stuck." Lorelai paused a moment, then softly added, "And, um, I forgot to mention… the knob on the library end table came off."

Luke narrowed his eyes at her. "On the drawer I fixed last week?"

Lorelai glanced down at her lap. "Well, um, someone didn't heed your warning about letting the glue dry for 48 hours before testing it out." She lifted her head slowly and grimaced apologetically. "Sorry."

Luke cocked his head to the side with a smirk. "Wow, you're copping to it yourself? You're not even gonna try to pin it on Michel this time?"

Lorelai smiled and shrugged. "I know, my exhaustion is making me delirious. Next thing you know, I'll be trying to convince you that Stephen is the most talented Baldwin brother."

Luke patted her on the leg. "Well, we can't let that happen... come on, get up. I'll make you some pancakes." He took her coffee cup from her as he stood up, then held his hand out toward her.

With a sigh, Lorelai reluctantly swung her legs over the side of the bed and he pulled her up. She tiredly snuggled up against him, resting her head against his chest as her arms circled his waist. "I'm easing into the whole getting up thing," she murmured.

"I see that…" Luke kissed the top of her head. "But you're gonna be late..."

Lorelai suddenly lifted her head and looked up at him. "Oh, hey, don't forget to stop at Sophie's and pick up the gift I ordered for Morey's birthday party on Saturday."

Luke groaned. "Do we really have - "

"Buh buh buh," Lorelai shushed him as she quickly covered his mouth with her hand. "While I'm all for open communication and would love to hear you list all the reasons why you don't want to spend a few hours in the town square celebrating this kind, well-respected neighbor, friend, and customer, I'd rather not deal with it until after I've had some pancakes and at least two more cups of coffee… deal?"

Luke peeled her hand from his face and sighed. "Fine."

"Thank you." Lorelai took the cup of coffee from him, finished it in two big gulps, then handed him back the empty mug with a smile. "I'm taking a quick shower." He nodded and kissed her, and she headed toward the bathroom.
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That afternoon, Luke arrived at the Dragonfly Inn with his toolbox in hand, and glanced around for Lorelai from the entryway. Michel was at the reception desk on the phone, so Luke headed back toward the dining room.

He paused at the doorway and glanced inside at the DAR luncheon. He scanned the sea of women until his eyes finally landed on Lorelai standing motionless at the edge of the room with her arms folded across her chest.

He raised his hand slightly to get her attention. When Lorelai saw him, a smile of relief appeared on her face and she quickly walked over to him.

She greeted him with a kiss, then grabbed his shoulders and said, "Listen, I've weighed all the options, and the quickest way for me to get out of here is something that requires medical attention, so I'm gonna go throw myself through a window while you get the car ready to take me to the ER."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Forget it."

Lorelai squeezed his shoulders and let out a frustrated sigh. "Come on! If I wanna escape from here with the least amount of Emily backlash, we need to figure out something that involves slight bodily harm."

Luke saw the stress on her face and knew he had to try to calm her down. He ran his hand comfortingly down her arm as he leaned in close to her. "Well, the last thing I'm thinking about doing to your body right now is harming it," he flirted in a low voice.

Lorelai's lips curved into a sly smile. "Okay, scratch the bodily harm idea... how about we go to my office so you can distract me from my misery in other ways?"

"But it looks like the misery's winding down," he said, gesturing behind her toward the tables of women chatting over coffee and dessert. "They have cake. Doesn't that mean the end is in sight?"

"They are the slowest cake-eaters known to man!" Lorelai exclaimed in an exasperated whisper. "There must be a new rule in high society about how your dessert must last at least an hour to avoid looking like a glutton."

"Why don't you just go back to the front desk?" Luke asked. "Do you usually stand here and supervise a party like this?"

Lorelai gave a slight roll of her eyes. "No, but Michel and I are taking turns keeping an eye on things today because two servers ended up in tears during my mother's last meeting here."

Luke grimaced. "Oh, geez, really? What happened?"

Lorelai shrugged. "A couple of the ladies were in rare form." She gently pushed on Luke's shoulder and urged him toward the doorway. "Come on, let's get out of here before Emily sees you and - "

"Hello, Luke, what brings you here?" Emily's voice suddenly asked from behind Lorelai.

"Rats," Lorelai whispered under her breath before she turned to face Emily. "Oh, you know Luke... can't keep him away from anything involving the DAR."

"Emily, nice to see you," Luke greeted her, then held up his toolbox. "Uh, I'm just taking care of a few repairs."

Emily shot Lorelai a look of confusion and disapproval. "You make Luke fix things at your place of business, Lorelai?"

"Uh, I don't make him, Mom," Lorelai started to explain.

"You should really hire a professional," Emily continued, cutting off Lorelai's response. "I'm sure Luke has plenty of his own things to do, considering he has his own business to run."

"Oh, I don't mind," Luke interjected with a shrug. "It's just a couple of little things."

"See, he doesn't mind," Lorelai repeated pointedly, patting Luke on the shoulder. "So, I'm gonna go show him where we need his handyman skills."

"All right, but hurry back," Emily insisted. "I need to talk to you about some logistics for the next meeting."

Lorelai forced a smile and nodded. "Mmkay, I'll hurry." She grabbed Luke's arm and pulled him out into the hallway.

Luke felt her nails digging into his arm, and he glanced at her warily. "You okay?"

Lorelai sighed and shook her head. "No, she's been driving me a little crazy today…nitpicking and asking a lot of questions and…" She huffed out another sigh and shrugged. "I don't know…I'm just annoyed."

Luke frowned and rubbed her arm consolingly. "I'm sorry."

Lorelai rested her hands on his firm biceps. "I bet you can relax me. You're always so helpful at relieving my stress in very desperate times such as these." She ran her hands up his arms to his neck as she pressed her lips to his. As she pulled back, she whispered, "Let's go to my office… and if you need a little enticement, I'm wearing that red underwear that drives you crazy."

Luke's body tensed up at the thought and he exhaled slowly. "Lorelai," he muttered her name as he shook his head slightly in an attempt to suggest that it wasn't a good idea. The hunger in his eyes, however, clearly conveyed the opposite intention.

Fluent in reading his eye-language, Lorelai smiled as she took his hand and pulled him down the hall to her office. He didn't even try to resist. She shut the door behind them and he put his toolbox on the floor.

The anxiety she had been feeling moments ago was already starting to melt away. Smiling, Lorelai rubbed her hands together excitedly as she declared, "Three minutes, starting now."

Luke pressed his lips to hers as his strong arms wrapped around her slender frame, pulling her tightly against his body. Lorelai grabbed onto his shirt with both hands and squeezed it in her fists as Luke deepened the kiss. His tongue quickly sought out hers and they began tangling passionately, to which she released a soft hum of approval.

When they finally broke apart for air, Lorelai breathlessly muttered, "We have a minute left, make it count." She tilted her head back and she immediately felt his warm lips on her neck. He drew circles against her skin with the tip of his tongue as her fingers firmly trailed over the muscles of his back. He pressed soft kisses up her neck and across her jaw line to her chin, then lightly brushed his lips against hers.

He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, ignoring the overwhelming urge to kick up the intensity. He knew how quickly these impromptu sessions could escalate beyond their control, hence the introduction of the 3-minute rule… which he realized they were now breaking.

Luke reluctantly pulled back, shaking his head. "We're going into overtime…"

Lorelai frowned with disappointment but nodded in agreement. "Right…yeah, we have to stop."

He took a step back from her and closed his eyes as he rubbed his face with his hands. When he opened his eyes, he exhaled slowly and folded his arms across his chest. "You shouldn't have mentioned that red underwear," he muttered with a smirk. "That's all that I'm thinking about now."

Lorelai wrinkled her nose. "Sorry. Try to think of something else," she suggested. "Ooh, I know, instead of my underwear, think about Marty McFly's purple Calvin Klein underwear in that scene where his mom is hitting on him. That's gotta kill the mood, huh?"

Luke paused for a second to consider the image, then shook his head. "Nope, didn't work."

Lorelai shrugged. "Okay, well, I tried." She stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "And now I'm thinking about how you're thinking about my underwear, and it's kind of turning me on…"

Luke shook his head disapprovingly. "Stop, we cannot do anything in here." He gave a quick glance down at her body as he added, "No matter how badly I want to."

"How badly? Tell me," Lorelai urged.

Luke gently squeezed her waist with his hands. "I will tell you and show you exactly what I want to do... tonight."

Lorelai formed her lips into a pout and stroked his neck with her finger. "You're gonna make me wait all day?"

"Yup." Luke gestured toward the door behind her. "Let's go. Emily's waiting for you, remember?"

Lorelai groaned and made a face. "Okay, now we know what phrase to use as an instant mood-killer."

They exited the office and she led him to the kitchen to show him the broken pantry door. She chatted with Sookie for a minute before heading back to the dining room.

Twenty minutes later, Lorelai went to the front desk to swap places with Michel, who begrudgingly headed to the dining room to supervise the DAR ladies. Luke was kneeling on the floor surveying the coffee table in front of the check-in area, and Lorelai sat down on the couch.

"How's it looking?" she asked.

"I'm gonna check the screws and the bolts in all the legs," Luke replied. "They might need to be tightened."

"Okay." Lorelai nonchalantly stretched her legs out in front of him. "So, I guess I'll just sit here and watch."

Luke's eyes lingered on her legs for a moment before he smirked at her. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" she asked innocently.

"You know what."

Lorelai confusedly shook her head and continued to play naive. "Nope, no idea, sorry. Just sitting here all sweet and innocent."

"You know that we can't go back into that office," Luke said quietly, glancing around to make sure the room was still empty. "So don't try to lure me in there."

Lorelai scoffed. "That's not what I'm trying to do."

Luke cocked his head to the side, clearly unconvinced. "Oh, no?"

"No, I'm not trying to lure you into the office," Lorelai insisted. "I'm trying to lure you into one of the empty guest rooms." She smiled slyly and raised an eyebrow. "Hm, good plan? What do you say?"

"I'll tell you exactly what I said before," Luke replied firmly. "Wait 'til tonight."

Lorelai frowned at his response. "But - "

"Nope, no buts," Luke interrupted her, then pointed to the front desk. "Go hide your legs behind that desk, or the coffee table stays wobbly."

Lorelai stood up with a disappointed sigh. "Fine." She walked away slowly, knowing full well that he was watching, then took her position behind the desk. "Happy? You've got a nice thick barricade from me now."

"Yes, thank you." Luke turned his attention to the coffee table. He tilted it onto its side, examined one of the legs, then rummaged through his toolbox for the tool he needed.

Lorelai pretended to look through some papers on the desk, but found herself distracted by the sight of Luke in handyman-mode right in front of her. It was hard to resist watching him doing any sort of manual labor.

It was only a few minutes before Luke finished up with the first leg and moved on to the second. Before he started working on it, he slipped off his flannel shirt, revealing the black t-shirt he had on underneath.

Lorelai, still watching him from the desk, scoffed loudly. "Oh, come on…now you're just baiting me!" she complained as her eyes locked in on the short sleeves clinging snugly to his firm biceps. "You did that on purpose."

Luke glanced over at her with a snicker. "I did not… it's hot in here!"

"You know those arms are like catnip!" she quietly hissed at him.

"So I should sweat unnecessarily over here just because you can't control yourself around these?" Luke playfully retorted as he flexed his arms.

Lorelai narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine, that's just fine," she said as she held her hands up in temporary defeat. She grabbed her purse from under the desk and started fumbling through it. When her fingers finally grasped what she was looking for, she smiled smugly as she pulled it out.

Clutched in her hand was a pair of black-framed eyeglasses, which she opened up and slowly slid into place on her face. She twirled a finger through her curly hair, flipping it forward over her shoulder, then leaned against the counter on her elbows. "So, how's that table coming along?" Lorelai asked in a sultry voice.

Luke pursed his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. "You're shameless."

Lorelai feigned a gasp. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know damn well those are..." Luke's voice trailed off as he gestured toward the glasses.

"Those are what?" she prompted as she delicately ran her finger along her bottom lip.

"One of my catnips."

"Oh, really?" Lorelai asked with a casual shrug. "I had no idea… I just needed to see better." She pushed on the center of the glasses to move them up her nose. "And now I can."

Luke sighed and turned his back to her, muttering, "I'm focusing on the table now."

Lorelai watched him from the desk with a victorious smile on her face… she knew exactly what those glasses did to him.

It had started as a casual conversation as they walked home from a town meeting. She was wearing her glasses, and he commented that she looked good in them. They flirted back and forth about them on the way to her house, where Lorelai suddenly ran with the idea of a role-play scenario about a naughty librarian.

Luke had usually resisted participating in role-play in the past. That time, however, she was persistent in luring him in and he decided to play along, admitting afterwards that he'd had fun. Since that night, Lorelai had conjured up a couple of other scenarios for them to play out, and Luke willingly participated without protest. He didn't always say a lot - unsurprisingly, she did most of the talking - but he had become a good sport about just going along with her ideas.

Many of the scenarios included her wearing those glasses, and right now, very vivid images of those evenings were running through Luke's head, thoroughly distracting him from the task at hand. And he wasn't the only one in the room thinking those thoughts.

Lorelai had been watching him in a daze from the front desk, her eyes locked on his toned arms at work. She was thinking back to the last scenario they'd played out, when those muscular arms carried her from the kitchen to the living room during a doctor-patient role-play. She stared off into space as she recalled the very thorough physical examination he gave her on the couch.

The phone rang next to her and jolted her back to reality. She picked it up and distractedly answered, "Lorelai Inn, Dragonfly speaking." She paused a moment, then grimaced and stammered, "Oh, yes, you're right...I'm sorry, yes, this is the Dragonfly Inn, and this is Lorelai speaking. How may I help you?"

Luke chuckled quietly as he glanced over at her, and she pointed a finger of blame at him. "Your fault," she mouthed to him while listening to the caller on the phone.

While she continued the call, Luke finished tightening the legs of the table, and then repositioned it in front of the couch. He placed his tools into his toolbox, secured the lid shut, and picked it up.

Lorelai had been watching him, and she covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "Are you done?" she whispered to him.

"In here, yeah," he replied, and he nodded his head toward the foyer. "I'm gonna check out the broken knob in the library."

Lorelai nodded and returned her attention back to the phone call. She was on the phone for a few more minutes finalizing the guest's reservation, and as she was hanging up, Michel approached the desk with a pained look on his face.

"The meeting is ending and Emily is asking for you," he muttered unenthusiastically.

Lorelai sighed. "Okay. How were they?"

"I am calling out sick next time," Michel huffed.

Lorelai patted him sympathetically on the shoulder and started to walk toward the dining room, then took a detour to the library to check on Luke.

He glanced over at her as she walked into the room. "So, instead of glue, I fixed it with a tiny screw this time, so it's good to go." He jiggled the knob to show her that it was secure.

"Great, thanks," she said appreciatively, then clasped her hands in front of her and rocked slightly on her heels. "So, you're heading back to the diner?"

"Yup." Luke picked up his toolbox and walked over to her. He ran a hand through her hair and then smoothed a finger over the top rim of her glasses. "You look good."

Lorelai smiled and adjusted them on her face. "Yeah?"

Luke gave her a nod of approval as he ran his hand down her arm. He cupped her elbow and pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. As he pulled back, he quietly asked, "Can you leave soon?"

Surprised by the question, Lorelai's eyes widened slightly. "What?"

"Can you get out of here soon… meet me at the apartment?"

Lorelai smirked and playfully poked his chest with her finger. "I thought Mr. Patient was gonna make me wait 'til tonight?"

Luke pressed a kiss to her neck right below her ear, then murmured, "Well, I'm kind of going crazy right now..." He kissed her neck again, then pulled back to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with desire. "Blame it on the glasses."

Lorelai smiled and tapped the arm of the glasses. "These babies are powerful."

"You have no idea," he muttered as he reached for her hand and squeezed it. "So, can you get away for a little while?"

Lorelai bit on her bottom lip and glanced down at her watch. "Yeah, give me like twenty minutes to get the DAR ladies out of here."

"Go up to the apartment, I'll meet you there." Luke nodded toward the glasses and added, "And, obviously... don't take those off."

Lorelai raised an eyebrow and gave him a sexy smirk. "Oh, I wouldn't dare."

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A little while later, Lorelai walked into the diner and made her way up to Luke's apartment. The door was open a crack, and she knocked lightly. "Luke, are you in here?"

"Yeah, come in," his voice called back to her. Lorelai stepped into the apartment, locked the door behind her and headed toward the bedroom area.

Luke walked out of the bathroom in just his boxers and a t-shirt. "Hey."

"Hi." Lorelai smirked at his lack of clothing. "Wow, I see we're getting right to it, huh?" She dropped her purse on the floor and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Wait, hold on," he interrupted her, holding up his hand for her to stop. "Don't take anything off yet…"

Lorelai froze momentarily and then slowly pulled her hands away from her shirt. "Ooo-kay," she replied as she eyed him with confusion. "You have something else in mind?"

Luke walked over to her and cradled her face, pulling her into a deep kiss. As they separated, he ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. "Um, I was kind of thinking about… uh, what's her name again? Kiki?"

A smile slowly formed on Lorelai's lips. "Kiki, the smart, sexy, sophisticated yet financially-struggling woman putting herself through law school by working as a waitress at a classy gentlemen's club, and who sometimes entertains her bartender boyfriend Biff in the back room during their break?" She inhaled deeply to catch her breath, then asked, "That Kiki?"

"Yup… her." Luke kissed her softly then whispered against her lips, "Think she could pay a visit?"

Lorelai smirked and pointed to the armchair. "Go sit down, Biff," she instructed him. "Get nice and comfy."

Luke obligingly walked over to the chair as Lorelai headed to the CD player. She put on Blondie's Greatest Hits, and then slowly sauntered toward him. Luke watched her intently, his hands firmly gripping the ends of the chair's arms. She stood a few feet in front of him with her legs spread slightly and her hands on her hips, displaying an air of authority in her pose that instantly aroused him.

"So, Biff, you having a rough day at work?" Lorelai asked in a breathy, flirty voice.

Luke responded with a nod. "Mmhmm, rough day."

Lorelai tipped her glasses forward to peer at him over the top rim. "You need a little entertaining? Something to distract you?" She seductively ran her tongue across her lips.

Luke sucked in a deep breath of air and nodded as he exhaled. "God, yes."

Lorelai pushed her glasses back up her nose and ran her hands through her hair, wildly shaking out her curls. She pulled up on her blouse to untuck it from her skirt, then slowly unbuttoned it and let it slide down her arms to the floor.

Luke's eyes glazed over the fitted camisole clinging to her curves. Lorelai's hands clutched the hem of it and pulled it up slightly, exposing a few inches of her stomach.

"You want this off?" she asked him.

His blue eyes stared deeply into hers as he declared, "I want everything off."

Lorelai pulled the camisole up over her head and dropped it on the floor. She glided her hands slowly up over her stomach to her bra and cupped the sides of her breasts. She gently pushed her cleavage together and leaned forward slightly. "Like what you see, Biff?"

His eyes remained fixated on her chest as he nodded affirmatively. "Mmhmm."

Lorelai ran her fingertip from the center of her chest down to the top of her skirt, and traced her finger along the waistband. "You want this off, too?"

"Everything," he muttered imploringly as he instinctively licked his lips.

The neediness in his tone sent a tingle down Lorelai's spine. She turned her back to him, then reached her arms behind her to access the skirt zipper. Luke watched as she slowly unzipped the skirt and pushed it downward until it was a pool of fabric circling her high heels.

His eyes traveled back up her long, smooth legs to the perfect curves of her ass, which, as she'd teased earlier, was covered by the lacy red panties he loved. He shifted in his seat as his erection pushed against the confines of his boxers.

Lorelai put her hands on her hips and glanced at him over her shoulder. "Still like what you see?"

Luke nodded. "Turn around."

Lorelai kicked her skirt aside and turned around to face him. His eyes devoured her body, moving from her glasses to her bra to her panties to her high heels, then back up again. She was throbbing with excitement just watching him and knowing how badly he wanted her. His eyes were dripping with desire, his breathing had become shallow, and the bulge in his boxers was visibly ready to be freed.

Lorelai moved directly in front of the chair and stood between his legs. She braced her hands on his forearms as she leaned forward over him until her lips were close to his. "Do you remember Kiki's only rule, Biff?"

"Uh huh," he mumbled unenthusiastically as he hung his head slightly.

Lorelai put her finger under his chin and lifted his head back up to meet her gaze. "Tell me," she prompted him.

Luke sighed as his fingers dug into the arms of the chair. "No touching until she says it's okay."

"That's right." Lorelai ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders. She leaned close to his ear and nipped gently at his lobe with her teeth. "How badly do you wanna touch me right now?" she whispered.

His body quivered at the feel of her warm breath against his ear, and he groaned softly. "God, you have no idea."

He used to think it was stupid, actually following these little rules of hers during their role-playing. But he soon discovered the intensely erotic element those little details could bring… how incredible the payoff was after this type of extended foreplay.

Lorelai ran her fingers through his hair, and then gave him a comforting pat on his scruffy cheek. "Don't worry, Biff, I'll let you touch me soon," she assured him before pressing her lips to his. He eagerly deepened the kiss, savoring the contact with her, and as she pulled back, she whispered, "I'm already nice and wet for you."

Luke leaned his head back against the chair with a groan. "Jesus." He shook his head slightly and gave her a sly smile. "You're driving me insane… you know that, right?"

Lorelai smirked and nodded. "I do know that. One of my many talents."

He wasn't the only one who was going crazy. Lorelai's heart was racing, her stomach was fluttering with excitement, and every time she let her eyes linger on his boxers, she had to resist the urge to jump into his lap. But she had to take her time, she wanted to prolong the build up and the anticipation.

Lorelai took a few steps back from him. "I think Biff needs to get that shirt off, huh?" He obliged by pulling his t-shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. Lorelai smiled approvingly at his toned upper body. "You're like one of those Greek God sculptures with all those perfect muscular curves."

Luke always tried to play it cool as to just how much he loved hearing her compliment his body. He shrugged nonchalantly and flexed an arm for her. "You like that?"

Lorelai smiled and nodded eagerly. "Mmhmm. And I've got something you might like." She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Luke's hungry eyes watched intently as she slipped the straps down her arms and dropped the bra to the floor.

Lorelai slowly smoothed her hands up over her flat stomach to her chest. She circled her fingers around her breasts, then covered them with her hands and squeezed them, moaning softly as she held his gaze.

Luke shook his head in awe at the sight before him. Those naughty red panties, the high heels, the sexy glasses… not to mention that every noise that came out of her mouth shot a jolt of electricity through his veins. "Come here," he beckoned her with a nod of his head.

Lorelai kicked off her heels, then stepped in front of the chair and adjusted the glasses on her face. She placed her hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward. "So, Biff… you remember that guy in the business suit I was serving drinks to earlier?"

Luke had learned to just play along with whatever she said, whether he knew where she was going with it or not. "Yeah. What about him?"

Lorelai moved her mouth over to his ear and lightly blew against it before whispering, "He told me he wanted to do very dirty things to me."

Arousal throbbed through his entire body, and Luke swallowed hard. "Oh yeah?" he managed to reply.

"Yeah," she whispered. "But I told him I already have a man to do very dirty things to me… don't I, Biff?"

Luke inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes, you do."

"And, if I'm not mistaken," Lorelai continued as she pulled back to lock her gaze with his. "I think he wants to do some of those things to me right now, doesn't he?"

Luke's eyes glanced down at her half-naked body as he replied, "He wants to do those things to you every second of the day." He brought his gaze up to her eyes, sparkling through the lenses of her glasses, and he shook his head in amazement. "God, you are so sexy." His voice was husky and filled with desire, and the arousal that had been simmering in the base of Lorelai's stomach jumped into a full-on boil.

A smile fell on Lorelai's lips and she batted her eyelashes at him. "Oh, yeah? How sexy… on a scale of one to ten?"

"Lorelai," he muttered desperately, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist her for much longer.

"You know, you're not always good at sticking with the character names," she commented, shaking her finger at him.

"Lorelai," he growled urgently and punctuated it with a low grunt of frustration.

"Okay, right, we'll work on that later," Lorelai quickly muttered, waving off the topic for another time. She joined him on the chair, straddling his legs with her knees, then gave him a nod of approval. "Okay, Biff… go to town."

Luke went from zero to sixty in about five seconds flat. His mouth went instantly to her lips, kissing her hungrily and caressing her tongue with his. His hands roamed everywhere they could… her thighs, stomach, arms, chest, back. Every nerve ending in her overly-aroused body felt like it was on fire.

When they breathlessly separated from the kiss, Luke moved his mouth down to her chest. He captured her breast between his lips and massaged her nipple with the flat of his tongue. Her fingers threaded through his hair as he moved between her breasts, licking and nibbling fervently as her constant whimpers of pleasure fueled him on.

It was a few minutes before he finally lifted his mouth from her chest and pressed it back to her lips. As he kissed her, Luke splayed his hands across her back and pulled her body toward him. She shifted further down his lap until the space was closed between her panties and his boxers, and she moaned her approval as his hardness pressed against her.

"Mm, God, that feels good," Lorelai murmured against his lips.

"You did that to me," he muttered before kissing her neck.

"Well, feel what you did to me," she countered. "Feel how wet I am…"

That wasn't a command he needed to hear twice, and Luke obligingly slipped his hand down between their bodies. He stared into her eyes as he pushed aside the thin strip of red fabric and ran his finger along her slit, and her body responded with a shudder.

"Oh, Jesus," she breathed. He slipped his finger between her folds and into her wetness, and she gasped with pleasure as he quickly found her clit. "Yes," she muttered. "Right there."

Luke began stroking it gently with the tip of his finger, watching her face as she huffed out soft groans of pleasure. Within seconds, though, he pulled his hand away and she let out a disappointed sigh. Lorelai wrapped her arms around his neck and purred into his ear, "Kiki loves Biff's fingers."

"Biff's got something else he wants to show Kiki," Luke muttered before he kissed her cheek.

Lorelai giggled against his neck and pulled back to look at him. "You have a present for me?"

"Yup." Luke pressed a soft kiss to her lips, then nodded his head toward the bed. "Let's move over there."

Lorelai pushed herself off of his lap, then reached out her hand and pulled him up from the chair. They staggered lip-locked toward the bed, and stood next to it as they made quick work of stripping off their boxers and panties.

Luke gently removed the glasses from her face and set them on the nightstand. "I almost crushed 'em last time," he reminded her.

Lorelai smirked. "Lesson learned, we can sometimes be too rambunctious in bed for eyewear."

Luke guided her onto the bed and their lips connected in a passionate kiss. Their hands began caressing and groping each other as they rolled around, their bodies tangling in the sheets as they playfully fought for top spot.

Lorelai ended up beneath him and she gazed longingly up into his eyes. "Biff... I need that present so bad…"

Luke reached a hand down between them to position himself at her entrance. "This one?" he teased as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit. "You need this?"

"God, yes," she muttered as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

Luke began easing his length into her, and a content moan poured from her lips as he filled her. "Mm, yes, that feels good," Lorelai breathed as she gyrated her hips against him.

Luke was still for a moment, reveling in the incredible feeling of being surrounded by her warmth. Lorelai dragged her nails from his shoulders down across his back and cupped his cheeks in her hands as she stared up at him with anxious, lust-filled eyes.

Luke began stroking into her, slowly at first but was quick to build up his pace. She ran her hands over his body and thrust her hips back at him as they fell into a fast, steady rhythm. When he wasn't kissing her, he kept his focus on her face… watching her facial expressions, listening to her sounds of pleasure.

When Luke felt himself getting close, he reached his hand down to rub her clit. She whimpered her approval before gritting her teeth as she focused on her quickly-approaching orgasm. It wasn't long before her body began quivering, and her loud moan drowned out the sounds of Blondie still playing in the background. Luke thrust into her deeply a few more times before he grunted loudly with his own release.

He collapsed on top of her, resting his head against her shoulder with an exhausted sigh. They were quiet for a moment as they tried to catch their breaths, then Luke lifted his head to meet her gaze. "God, you're amazing," he muttered, then pressed his lips to hers for a soft kiss. "You good?"

Lorelai smiled tiredly up at him, still panting slightly as her forehead glistened with sweat. "Yup." She gently caressed his sides before resting her hands against the small of his back. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Luke paused a moment, then narrowed his eyes at her. "Wait, was that Kiki or Lorelai who said that?"

Lorelai smiled and smoothed a hand over his tussled hair. "That was Lorelai telling Luke that she loves him."

Luke feigned a sigh of relief. "Okay, good, because Biff needs to take things slow. He's not ready to jump to that level yet."

Lorelai giggled as she nodded understandingly. "Yeah, Kiki can tell he's a commitment-phobe, but she sticks with him because he's really good in bed."

Luke chuckled. "Compliment accepted on Biff's behalf." He kissed her, then rolled off to the side and settled in on the bed next to her.

Lorelai rolled onto her side to face him and ran her hand over his chest. "So, what made you decide to bring Kiki back?"

Luke shrugged. "She just kind of popped into my head on the drive home, and, ya know…I just thought… I don't know…" He smoothed a hand over her hair. "That was okay, right? That I sprung that scenario on you?"

Lorelai smirked. "Did it look like I minded at all?"

Luke smiled as he shook his head. "No, it didn't. You transformed like that," he said with a snap of his fingers. "One blink, and you were Kiki."

"Well, she's fun to play," Lorelai replied with a shrug. "She gets to be a little bossy and in charge, but loves to make her man happy." She leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "And I like watching you stare at me all desperate to touch me… turns me on."

Luke smiled as he rolled his eyes slightly. "Glad my frustration works in your favor."

Lorelai cradled his face and pulled him into a kiss. "Next time, I think it's your turn to be the bossy one…"

Luke smirked. "If you say so."

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To be continued…

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Author's Note:

Okay, I'm trying to gauge the audience interest for the smutty stuff on this site, so if you're interested in those types of stories, make some noise via review or private message. And thanks for reading! :)

Also, I am currently on a GG high after attending the GG reunion in Austin, TX last weekend. I was fortunate enough to be able to interact with many cast members (Scott Patterson aka Luke Danes = HOT!), including the amazingly wonderful and brilliant Amy Sherman-Palladino. There are videos from the reunion panel online, definitely check them out if you haven't already! It was a wonderful celebration of the show and its fans. :)