Never getting' old
Luke walked slowly through the cold January night. It was freezing outside and he felt his nose tickle because of the cold air and his breath could be seen in white puffs in the dimly lit streets. He had forgotten his mittens in the diner, but that didn't make him turn around.
He was exhausted from a long day of work, annoyed by his customers and the crazy inhabitants of the town and he only wanted to go home and see his wife for the first time that day since 5 o' clock in the morning.
She had been still asleep then when he had left their house to go to work and he hadn't seen her all day because the Inn was booked and Rory had stopped by in the afternoon. Because of the cold the Gilmore women had stayed at the Inn and he had eaten lunch in the kitchen with Cesar.
"Lorelai, I'm home," Luke called when he entered the house and the warm air from the inside hit his cold face.
"Upstairs!" he heard her yell and followed the echo of her voice up the stairs and into their bedroom, but found it empty.
"Lorelai?" he asked again.
"Bathroom," came her reply and he opened the bathroom-door and stepped inside.
"Hey Hon," she smiled from the bathtub.
"Hey" he smiled back and kissed her hello. It was meant to be a short kiss, but she slipped her hand around his neck and pulled him closer, deepened the kiss and slipped her tongue into his mouth. This never got old and their tongues played with each other, caressed each other.
Lorelai grazed his lower lip with her teeth and then playfully bit in it, causing him to moan. His hands had found their way in her hair which was slick from the hot and dusty air in the bathroom.
"Happy to see me, huh?" He grinned when he pulled back, trying to catch his breath.
"Come on in," she breathed and started to unbutton his flannel-shirt from the top and he continued at the bottom of the shirt. When their hands met in the middle of the shirt he took her hands in his own and placed a kiss on each hand.
She smiled at him and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down, while he pulled his T-shirt over his head, which he had worn underneath his flannel.
She placed a kiss on his navel when she had finished her task and pushed his jeans down to his ankles.
He leaned over and untied the shoes he still wore and kicked them in the farthest corner of the bathroom together with his socks, before he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them towards his shoes.
Lorelai grabbed the hem of his boxer shorts and pulled him closer to the bathtub, closer to her.
Again she pressed her mouth against his stomach, drew circles with her tongue around his belly button, causing him to groan when she slipped the tip of her tongue into it.
His hands played with her hair, massaged her foam covered shoulders and caressed her skin.
Slowly she pushed his boxer shorts down.
"Step," she said, her command to him to step out of them.
His shaft was not yet fully erected, but his excitement was clearly visible nonetheless.
"Happy to see me, huh?" she repeated his former words and winked at him, before she placed a kiss on the tip of his shaft and held her right hand out for him.
He took it and stepped into the tub and waited for her to move a bit so that he could sit down behind her. Instead she tucked on his hand and signalized him to sit down with his back towards her.
He was reluctant leaning his full weight on her, but she pulled him close and slung her arms around his neck.
"Is it crazy when I say I missed you today?" she asked him and rubbed his chest, let his chest-hair glide through her fingers, felt it underneath her fingertips.
"Not for you Crazy Lady." He grinned and she slapped him on the chest.
His right hand found its way out of the water and took hers, brought it to his mouth and kissed her fingertips.
"I missed you too," he mumbled between the kisses. He turned her hand around, placing kisses all over it.
"We two are really crazy. Married for six months and friends for ten and still sooo in love. We are sickening." She giggled and kissed his shoulder.
"It's still the honeymoon phase, we are allowed to act like loons," he grinned and took her other hand to give it the same treatment.
"Six months of honeymoon phase? I am all for that. But how much longer do we have?" she asked.
"Forever?" he replied with raised eyebrows and a boyish smile graced his face when he turned to look at her.
"Big old sap," she whispered and her face came closer and closer until her lips found his.
This kiss was more passionate than the one before and their mouths both opened wide immediately, their tongues gliding faster over one another.
They kissed passionately for several minutes before they had to break the kiss.
She took his head in her hands and turned it back around so that he was looking the same direction she was.
She raised her legs and stood them on the ground of the tub, so that her knees left the water, then she slung them around his waist.
"You know, this here is like in Pretty Woman. But you are way hotter than Richard Gere," she whispered in his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.
"And you are so much prettier than Julia Roberts," he whispered back, tilted his head to the side to give her better access for whatever magic things she was doing to him.
He glided his fingers up her thighs and down her legs to her feet on his stomach and started to massage them.
"You are a god," Lorelai moaned and leaned her head against the tub, enjoying the feeling.
When Luke had finished his massage, he stroked her legs, loved the feeling of her wet, smooth skin under his fingertips.
"Luke?" Lorelai whispered hoarsely after a few more seconds of his gentle caresses.
"Mmmh?" he mumbled, too concentrated on his task.
"Let's make a baby" she said quietly.
"What?" he asked and froze.
"Let's make the baby we are babbling about all the time," she clarified and returned her lips to his neck.
"Now?" he asked as startled as before.
"Mmmhhhmmm," she nodded and sucked more forcefully on his neck until she felt his hand on her cheek.
"You really want that? A baby? Now?" he asked her with a serious look on his face.
"Well, not now, but nine months from now, yeah. I mean I already went off the pill, you know that," she clarified.
"I know, but until now we always used… well… something" he said.
"I don't wanna wait anymore. It's the right time… and the right time of the month for me." She smiled shyly.
Luke looked into her beautiful blue eyes and kissed her in response.
He turned around and lay on top of her. He felt her hard nipples pressed against his chest. He stroked over her legs, up to her stomach and teased her nipple with his thumb. His other hand lay on her cheek, pressing her face and her lips more to his own.
Slowly his lips wandered from her lips over her cheek to her throat. He wanted to kiss and caress her more, but the tub was filled to the rim with water and everything under her shoulder was in the water.
"Let's get out of here" he mumbled against her throat.
"Why?" she asked between the random kisses she placed on his hand, which still lay on her cheek.
"Then we can take this further," he answered and he moved against her, pressed himself against her sex.
"We can do that in here," she replied, dipping her hand into the water and stroked her fingernails over his stomach until she reached his shaft. She wrapped her hand around him and pumped slowly. His moan echoed through the bathroom and she grinned wickedly at him.
"See, it works!" she told him, her eyes sparkling.
Their eyes locked and Luke's lips crashed down on her own before she could say another word.
Luke wrapped his arms tightly around her wet body and Lorelai's legs wrapped around his waist, locked them on his back.
With one move he was on his knees and her body was lifted out of the water, which caused her to shriek in surprise. Careful not to slip, he got to his feet and stepped out of the tub, her wet body still pressed against his, her lips, teeth and tongue, busy on his neck once again.
"Lorelai?" Luke said and pressed her with her back against the rack which held the fluffy white towels. His hand slid from her buttocks to her thighs and he tried to open her legs to get out of her grasp.
"We need to towel off, it's cold," he tried to reason with her, when she tightened the grip on his body with her legs.
"Not cold, hot," she mumbled against his neck and then kissed him again, to avoid any more protest from him.
"Bed…room…" she pressed out between several pecks she gave him, before their tongues found each other again.
TBC
