"What in the world are you wearing?" Luke asked, coming out of the kitchen to find Lorelai standing in the living room at the foot of the stairs.
"It's a bathing suit," she confirmed, her hands resting on her hips.
"It has a flag on it," he noticed, his eyes slowly raking down her body. "And stars..."
"The American flag, Luke," she confirmed yet again.
"The fourth of July was last week."
They were talking in circles, neither really understanding each other.
"I know," she chirped, "but I didn't get to wear it last week. And I paid $70 for it, so I want to wear it."
"You're not going to work like that, are you?" he asked.
"Who are you ... Emily Gilmore?"
Luke scoffed, annoyed by the comparison. "I just don't see why you are wearing a bikini when it is overcast outside."
"I'm not going outside," she confirmed.
Luke mumbled something incomprehensible and turned back to the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready," he announced, walking out of Lorelai's sight.
Lorelai bounced into the kitchen, following close behind him. It was then that Luke noticed the cowboy boots she was wearing. An American flag bikini and cowboy boots. Forcing his eyes back to the pan on the stove, he scooped out the contents with his spatula. If he stared at her too much in that bathing suit, he'd spend all day fantasizing about it. And it was already hard enough to not just grab her.
"Pancakes," Lorelai smiled as he sat the plate down on the table. She slid into a chair. "I love it when you spend the night. It keeps my kitchen from decaying.
"You haven't touched this place since Rory left, have you?" he asked. Everything was always in the same spot and she wasn't organized enough to always keep it like this. This meant it hadn't ever been touched.
"Nope," she chirped, pressing her fork into a stack of four pancakes as they practically melted. "She's been gone six weeks now." Lorelai looked around the kitchen. "Syrup?"
Luke stepped to the fridge, grasping the shaky handle. He made yet another mental note of something he needed to fix.
"Bottom shelf," Lorelai informed him, watching as he bent over. "Nice ass," she commented, her mouth full of pancakes.
Luke grasped for the dark-colored bottle. Its handle was sticky. "How long has this been in here?" he asked, looking back at her.
"When was the last time you made pancakes?" Her mouth was still full as she spoke.
"Lorelai! That was over a year ago! Well over a year ago," he added.
"Then, it's been in there well over a year." She held her hand out for the bottle. "Gimme..."
"You can't use this," he scoffed, turning the bottle to its side to read the label and search for the expiration date.
Lorelai pushed her chair back, stretching her arm out to grab the bottle from him. As she did so, her bra top shifted to the left. Watching as her breast jiggled, Luke felt an all-too-familiar twitch. Grabbing the bottle from him, she smiled as she sat back down with a plop.
Luke watched as she held the bottle in her hands, pressing her thumb over the top before shaking it. Her entire body shook as she mixed up the contents and for a few seconds he thought she was shaking so forcefully on purpose. Either way, his eyes were glued to her breasts as they moved, perfectly covered by the bikini top.
Popping the lid up, Lorelai yelped as it made a gulping sound and the contents spritzed out onto on her face and upper body.
Luke couldn't contain the laugh that escaped him as Lorelai brought her hand to her face to wipe the syrup from her eyes. Slowly opening one eye, she looked at him unhappily. "You think this is funny?" she asked.
Luke choked back another laugh. "No," he stated in a more serious tone. "Not at all," he added, unable to contain his laughter this time.
"Luke!" she protested. As she looked at him an idea came to mind. Turning the bottle to face him, she held it in her hands, ready to squeeze. "Laugh again," she threatened.
"Don't you dare!" he retorted, backing away from her just a bit.
Lorelai giggled. "And what if I do?" she asked, a glimmer of naughtiness in her eyes. "What will you do to me, then?"
"Don't," he warned. "I have to get to the diner soon. Cesar can't be left alone for too long."
"Cesar …" she began moving her hands further down the bottle, "… is more capable," she taunted him, squeezing it gently enough that only some air escaped, "than you think."
"What if we discuss a settlement that is suitable to the both of us?" he suggested, his eyes watching her hands as they grasped the bottle.
"And what might that entail?" Lorelai asked, following his gaze. Her hands were directly in front of her chest and she knew Luke had quite a viewpoint from where he was standing. She stood up from her chair, moving to sit on the edge of the table.
"Since you are already wearing disposable clothing..." Luke moved back towards her, reaching for the syrup bottle.
Lorelai willing let him take it from her hands. She remained silent, watching as he shook the bottle and turned it upside down. Holding it above her, they both watched as the syrup began to pour out of the bottle and splattered onto her chest. The thick substance slid down her chest and over her breasts. As it permeated the bra top, Lorelai glanced up at Luke. Seeing the devilish grin on his face, her own smile matched his
"Oh no, Luke," she feigned. "I think I'm going to need a shower..."
"Not yet," he groaned, pushing her back onto the table. Letting him guide her down, the tabletop felt cool against her back. Once again pouring the syrup onto her body, he let it fall onto her shoulder and poured down across her breast. Dribbling it over her stomach, he finally set the bottle aside. As soon as the bottle left his hands, he mouth was upon her neck. His tongue followed the path of the syrup as it ran down her collar bone and across her chest. Finally reaching the bikini-clad breast, he covered it with his mouth despite the barrier. Whipping his tongue across the syrupy fabric, he teased the nipple beneath it. The material was rough against his tongue yet he continued. Lorelai groaned, her hands reaching out for the side of the table to try and control herself.
Content that he had licked every drop of syrup from the bra, he finally grasped the material and pushed it aside. Her perfectly erect breast came bubbling out. Reaching once again for the bottle of syrup, he poured it directly onto her, circling the nipple with his expert pouring skills. Lorelai gasped as the cool liquid met her skin, feeling it sliding across her breast as it trickled down her side.
Once again, Luke's mouth was upon her breast. His tongue danced around the nipple, circling it numerous times. The moans never stopped pouring from Lorelai's lips as he began to roughly flick his tongue back and forth, trying to lick up every drab of syrup. She grasped the edge of the table, trying to control herself as Luke stood between her legs, bent over her body.
Glancing up at Lorelai, Luke smiled. Her eyes were closed and her right arm was draped across her forehead. Content with her hard, bright pink nipple, he brushed his thumb across it. Lorelai groaned again. Lifting her head up, she opened her eyes. "You know it isn't fair to play favorites..." she smiled weakly.
Catching her hint, Luke grinned back at her. "Oh, believe me, I've got big plans yet to come," he teased, his voice husky with desire.
"Where are you going?" Lorelai asked as he moved away from the table. Propping her elbows beneath her, she pushed her upper body up to watch as Luke opened the door to the refrigerator.
"I've had enough syrup," he grinned, pulling out the bottle of chocolate syrup.
Lorelai's smile matched his as he moved back to stand between her legs, reaching out to lie her back down on the table again.
"My table is going to be ruined," she commented.
"I'll buy you a new one," he informed her, popping the lid to the syrup. With his left hand, he freed her other breast from the bra top as well. He raked his thumb across the nipple, pinching it a few times to make it more erect. Lorelai groaned, her eyes sliding shut. He then took the bottle in his other hand and turned it upside down, watching as its contents poured out onto her body.
Lorelai once again squirmed as the cold liquid covered her skin. The chocolate syrup was less dense that the maple syrup and immediately began to trickle down the side of her body.
Content that he had enough syrup, Luke cast the bottle aside. Brushing his fingers under her breast, he cupped it in his left hand. His thumb ran across it, touching every spot but the nipple. Hearing Lorelai moan beneath him, he finally lowered his head down to take the breast in his mouth. Sucking it harshly, he tasted the sweet chocolate flavor in his mouth. Lorelai moaned and writhed beneath him as he held her nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue back and forth across it time and time again. She finally cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation.
As he teased her breast with his mouth, his other hand slid down her torso and over her thigh. Feeling his hand tracing the line of her bikini bottom, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
Luke glanced his eyes up at Lorelai, smiling at the effect he was having upon her. Finally, he removed his mouth from her breast. Lorelai gasped, trying to find air to fill her lungs. She remained still atop the table as the sensations continued to rock her body even though his mouth was no longer upon her breast. It was as if she could still feel him and what he had done to her.
She finally opened her eyes as she felt Luke tugging at her bikini bottom. "I don't think you need this," he grinned. It took all the strength she could muster to lift her hips enough for him to pull them off.
"Luke," she groaned, looking up at him. Their eyes met and she could see the smile on his lips.
Sliding the bottom down her legs, he grinned down at her as he repositioned himself between her legs.
"I'm never going to look at this room the same," she moaned, feelings his hands circle her thighs.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he replied.
