A/N: I don't own any of the characters
This is my first Gilmore Girls fanfiction. Watching that scene just made my romantic imagination go crazy. I guess I'll do more of these in the future.
THE DANCE
She couldn't believe it. Luke had asked her to dance. But maybe she shouldn't be too surprised. He had acted differently towards her in the last days. Not that she'd complain. Somehow that old spark was back. Luke seemed to see her as a woman again. And it felt good to see him look at her the way he did, now that he was holding out his hand waiting for her to accept his invitation to dance.
She made one step towards him and put her hand in his. Her small hand in his big one. And it felt so right. They started to move to the music and her wondering how this could be so easy, so natural, showed in the little smile that lit up her face.
Luke could dance. They were completely in sync. He looked her directly in the eyes and she knew he could see how she felt. They were in a time machine. She was a teenager again, dancing with the boy she had secretly dreamed of for so long.
Wait a minute she thought – did I really dream about this all the time? So secretly that I didn't even realize it myself?
Luke held her gently and light and she felt saver than she ever had before. She had moved in a little closer. The world around didn't exist anymore. All there was, was her and Luke. Strong, taciturn, gentle, gruff, dependable Luke.
She hadn't felt like this with any of the other men she'd had relationships with. They all had something, but Luke, Luke had it all.
And the way he looked at her, looked right into her heart, didn't frighten her at all, it was exiting. She feared she would wake up and find out it had all just been a dream.
But he was here, very real, with that broad chest that seemed to have a magnetic effect on her. She closed the remaining gap between them and rested her head on his shoulder. This was good. Maybe a little too good. Her fate was to have to make it on her own and to keep people at arms length. Because she had learned the hard way that she would only get hurt if she let them come to close, if she let them get to know her to good.
She felt Luke's warmth, his breath on her neck, his hand on her back, holding but never confining her.
She'd take this as her reward for having persevered for so long. After all, memories were the one thing that no one could take away from you. The memory of this moment, of this magic moment was hers for ever. And it would keep her going, and maybe…
The end