Originally (and still) posted at Black, White and Read.

Author's Note: As always, this is for the fine and upstanding folks at Television Without Pity, especially the modest and ladylike women (and masculine men) that congregate at Luke's (Dirty) Fan Club.

Disclaimer: Amy owns 'em. Describing Luke as "undeniably lickable" was totally stolen from CineFille (thanks!).

Warning: There is smut involved. I know you're shocked.

~*~Be Mine by outtabreath~*~

Part One: February 7, 2005 — 8 A.M.

"What's today?"

"Monday," Luke replies, hustling to drop off an omelet to Miss Patty before she beckons to him again. Luke is extremely uncomfortable with Miss Patty's manner of beckoning.

Mission accomplished, he rounds the counter again to ring up a customer. "What's the date?" I continue, sipping my coffee and looking extremely innocent.

He raises his perfect eyebrows and I think I drool. It really is sick how much I crave this man — especially considering that, not two hours ago, we were both very naked and very loud.

"February 7th," he says, his tone indicating that he knows I'm up to something and he hasn't decided yet if he's going to play along or not.

"Huh. February 7th."

"Yeah."

"Hmm. Monday, February 7th."

"Lorelai," he says — grabbing a plate of eggs and plopping them in front of Kirk, Kirk who is sitting next to me staring at us raptly.

That last "Lorelai" was in the "not playing along" Luke tone; "You did a good job with my Christmas presents," I say quickly.

"And I'll do fine with your Valentine's Day present, too," he says. "Go to work." He kisses my forehead and heads into the kitchen.

Humph. I think I've just been dismissed. I idly give some thought to following him into the kitchen and kissing him until he can't see straight, but I do have to get to work — and there is still the matter of Kirk.

I turn to him. "Hi, Kirk."

He swallows a mouthful of scrambled eggs, "Lorelai. What should I get Lulu for Valentine's Day?"

What did I get myself into? "What does she like?"

He blinks at me for several moments, gulps twice and finally says, "She likes kids."

Oh-kay, Lorelai. Too easy. And too wrong.

"Go to work, Lorelai." Luke's back, handing me a to-go cup of coffee.

I grab his hand while taking the cup, smiling up at him in a way that I hope gets me another kiss for the road. He rolls his eyes in an entirely unconvincing manner and leans down to kiss me again. Satisfied for the time being, I stand and regard Kirk. "Can I get back to you?"

He smiles and nods enthusiastically. Damn, now I have to really come up with something fabulous. Wheels turning, I head out the door.