A/N: Anyone who knows my writing will know I'm all about Luke & Lorelai. But I also like to throw in a healthy helping of angst. Just a little bit of emotional torture. This one is pretty dark to begin with, and it's got Chris / Lorelai pairing. So just warning you. Also note the rating. Consider that a bold M.


Lorelai came home from the inn and tossed her bag and coat onto the back of the couch with a loud sigh. When her sigh wasn't met with any response she paused in the middle of taking her shoes off and listened to the house to see if she could hear anything. The silence and stillness stoked her already bad mood and she sighed again, this time louder. But still there was no response.

She kicked off her shoes towards the couch, and padded into the kitchen in her stockinged feet, resisting the urge to slide in "Risky Business" style across the tiles. At the fridge she pulled out a beer and twisted off the top, tossed that over her shoulder towards the sink as she made her way up stairs to run a bath. Candles lit, music playing, bubbles frothy, Lorelai smiled as she sipped her beer and untied her robe. She dropped it over the closed lid of the toilet then gingerly stepped into the hot water. With a sigh she sank as low as she could and closed her eyes over as she let the sensation of warmth engulf her and wash her stress away.

Chris opened the front door and immediately spotted her stuff by the couch. He hung his coat and scarf up in the hallway and went straight to the kitchen to ice his face. Luke had landed 2 quality punches to either side of his jaw but he was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing his bruised face around town for the next week or so. He lay the frozen peas on his jaw and reached for a beer. The anger that drove him to march across the square and confront Luke was still bubbling below the surface, more so now that he had taken more damage than he had handed out. He took a long drink of his beer and made his way upstairs to where he knew Lorelai would be.

She was lying beneath the surface of the water when he opened the door to the bathroom door, almost missing her. He was sitting on the toilet when she emerged her hand brushing her hair back from her face as she sat up. Chris watched as the bubbles cascaded down her chest, over the curve of her breasts to her nipples that just about breached the surface of the water.

"Oh Chris!" she exclaimed when she spotted him sitting there watching her. "You scared me."

"Sorry."

"You ok?" she asked, noticing the slight colouring on his jaw but wasn't sure if it was the dim and flickering candlelight that was causing it.

"Better now," he said, pointedly looking down at her exposed chest. "You been home long?"

"Not sure." she lathered the bubbles against her chest, delighting in how he was watching her hands move so intently.

"You done in there?" he asked as he stood up from the toilet and came closer to the bath.

"You wanna join me?" she slid forward a little and he looked down at the curve of her back, soapy smooth with suds cascading to the water.

"How about you come out and join me," he said as he started to walk backwards towards the bedroom and unbutton his shirt. Lorelai's smile widened and she pulled the bath plug out to release the water then climbed out to follow him. She dried the bubbles off her skin so as to not make a mess but didn't bother with her robe. She entered the bedroom expecting to find him naked on the bed but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Chris?" she called out tentatively as she walked into the room and looked around. He pounced on her as soon as she stepped beyond the door, encircling her from behind and she was delighted to find that he had shed his shirt as his bare chest brushed against her still damp back. His hands circled her waist and gripped her tightly as his mouth plundered her shoulders and neck. He brushed her hair aside to get better access as he propelled her towards the bed.

Lorelai tried to turn in the circle of his arms but he held her tight keeping her back to him as they got to the bed. He pushed her on to the mattress and she fell with a soft squeal. Again she tried to roll over but he grabbed her hip and held her in place as his lips trailed hot kisses down her spine to the curve of her ass. She stretched her hands up and over her head, gripping the duvet in bunched fists as she arched her back and offered her ass up to him. Chris all but growled as he massaged the cheeks she proffered and bit down roughly on the plump skin.

"Gah, easy there Vlad!" she called out as she looked over her shoulder at him but her offered her only a flickering glance before he bit down again on the other cheek, just as hard. "Chris, ow…" she said pointedly. He let his tongue and lips sooth the reddened spot he had just bitten and her protestations faded. His hands pulled her cheeks apart and his tongue dipped into the crevice of her ass circled the rim of her anus then lower still to her entrance. She was slick and wet from her shower and anticipation and he felt her inner muscles throbbing as he plunged his tongue into her. She cried out and he gripped her hips to kneel her up on the mattress to get better access then pulled her cheeks apart again and pressed his flat tongue from her clit to her entrance in quick hard stroke until he felt the first wave of wet pleasure appear.

"Now…" she said into the duvet, her face pressed into the floral pattern as she tried to hold on to what he was offering and make it last as long as she could. "Now Chris, now,"

"Wait…" He stood up behind her and let his fingers replace the motion his tongue was making. She pushed back against his hand, seeking the friction she needed as he pulled on his belt with the other hand and dropped his pants and boxers around his ankles. She looked over her shoulder at the noise of his pants hitting the floor and watched as he stroked himself a few times, his eyes transfixed on his fingers disappearing inside of her and she flexed her inner muscles around them. Chris licked his dry lips then quickly pulled his fingers out.

Lorelai whimpered with need as he stepped closer, gripped her hip with one hand and his cock with the other then brushed his tip against her folds, pressed it around her clit then dragged it to her entrance and with one hard push, buried himself into her. Before she could get used to his presence he pulled out completely then pushed back in. Lorelai gripped the duvet tighter and dropped her shoulders to the bed to offer him the leverage he needed. Chris kept up this furious punishing pace for a while and felt her shudder and convulse beneath him. Her gasping breaths were no salve to his frustration though so he pulled out then lay on the bed next to her. She was limp and soft next to him and he let her be for a moment. But as soon as she lifted her head to look for him he lifted her whole body and pulled her down on top of him. Her hips straddled his shoulders and he pulled her sex down onto his face. He inhaled her scent, as his tongue circled her entrance as his nose nuzzled her clit.

Lorelai cried out and tried to protest but he wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place and soon the sensation he was offering her washed over her whole body as she accepted his ministrations She felt her core quivering again but before it could take hold and bring her to the desired release he pushed her down his lap. She squirmed and tried to find his cock to press inside her but he brushed her hands away and instead slipped two fingers into thumb roughly circled her clit and his hand on her hip encouraged her to move. Soon she was riding his hand, circling her hip forward to get as much friction from his thumb as she could and the release that burst around her was powerful enough to make her cry out. She wanted to fall limply on top of him but he held her up. He moved his hand out from beneath her and she watched as he connected his eyes with hers, then put both fingers into his mouth to suck them dry. Lorelai gasped softly and looked down at their crotches where his still erect penis was throbbing between them.

Chris looked down at what was drawing her eye then lifted her up enough for his cock to find her entrance then pulled her back down on top of him. She cried out at the force of his motion but he didn't slow down. He sat up, one hand was up her back, gripping her shoulder to pull her back down onto his cock as his hips pushed her up in a fast frantic rhythm.

"Lorelai…" She was weak, mewling in his arms, her arms fell limply around his neck, a rag doll for his bidding. "Lorelai," he said again and she lifted her head to look at him. "No one can fuck you like I fuck you." his words were said so evenly, the cold tone like a bucket of ice water over her body and she tried to pull back from him but he held her in place as he continued to pump into her.

"Chris, stop!" He thrust up with his hips as his hand on her shoulder pulled her down. "Chris!" she tried to lean back from him, put her hands on the front of his shoulders and tried to break his rhythm but he was too strong. His eyes dark, cold stared at her as he continued to move inside her, smooth fast strokes but whatever sensations they had caused before, now only caused her to shiver and ripple in disgust.

"No one." he said, his voice hard, even. "Can fuck you like this." He slid the hand that gripped her waist moved around to her front to massage her clit and Lorelai felt her body respond to his touch. He knew her well enough to know what she liked and now he was using it to garner a response. "No one can make you come like this."

He leaned forward, pulled her against his chest so his lips were against her ear. He felt himself nearing his own release and let her know by grunting against her ear, breathy moans that shot down her spine and killed any pleasure her body might be beginning to manifest.

"Ah, Lore, Ah…" He panted and moaned his grip on her tightening. "Fuck, yes," He bounced her up and down on his cock until finally he found his release and came hard and hot inside her. He continued to move her until he was fully spent then fell back down onto the mattress and pulled her down on top of him.

Lorelai lay still for a few breaths, then when his grip loosened she sat up and slowly extracted herself from his arms.

She stepped back from him, making her way out of the room but never taking her eyes off him. In the bathroom she softly closed the door and locked it behind her. She stood against the sink and let her whole body sag as her legs lost the power to hold her up and she sank to the floor. Her knees came up to her chest and she dropped her head onto her folded arms atop them. Her tears were silent and hot as they ran down her cheeks but she refused to allow a morsel of sound come out.

After a few moments more she looked up, pressed her face into her hands and took a deep shuddering breath. She pulled herself up to her feet and ran the cold tap then cupped her hands below it to splash her face. She leaned into the shower and turned it on then grabbed her toothbrush and vigorously brushed the sensation of his tongue out of her mouth. Fresh hot tears sprang into her eyes and she squeezed them shut in an effort to keep them at bay. She spat out the paste and rinsed with mouthwash then stepped into the shower and let the powerful spray come down on the top of her head.

She combed her fingers through her hair as she tipped her face up to the water and only then allowed her tears to fall. By the time her fingers had pruned and the water had chilled she was just about ready to emerge. She shut off the shower and grabbed a large heavy bath towel to wrap around herself then took a deep breath and opened the door. the bedroom was empty and only the tousled sheets on the bed were remaining of her encounter with Chris. She quickly dressed in jeans and a baggy hoodie then fixed her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. She pulled on her woolen socks and boots and tied them securely before leaving the room. At the top of the stairs she paused again, steeling herself against an encounter with him but when she came downstairs, she found both the living room and kitchen empty.

Lorelai grabbed her jacket from the hooks in the hall and snatched her keys and purse from the small table then hurried out to the jeep. She climbed in and quickly tried to start the engine without fastening her belt. the engine whirred but didn't engage. She pulled her key out and tried again but it was no use.

"C'mon, god dammit!" She slammed her hand on the wheel and tried again, this time pressing her foot down on the accelerator a few times and with a wave of relief it started. She looked over her shoulder and quickly backed out of the drive but it wasn't until she was on the road that she realized she had no idea where she was going. She came to a stop at a junction and looked up at the signage. To the left was Hartford, her parents house, to the right was the Inn where Sookie was still working and straight ahead the road to Yale, but Rory was in London. She felt the jeep's engine splutter and cough and she quickly gunned the accelerator pedal to bring it back to life. She took a deep breath, flicked on her indicator and drove.


A/N: Story is complete, just editing and making sure all the t's are crossed and i's are dotted. (along with the lower case j's) Daily-ish updates.