-1Title: Trapped

Author: Kenora H. Saul

Pairing: L/L

Rating: T for now, up to M in later chapters.

Disclaimer: ASP and Co. own it all, I'm just a fan borrowing the characters.

Summary: Luke works at the diner and volunteers at a Gym, his dad is alive. Lorelai lives in the Gilmore Mansion with her parents, she is the darling of the media. She crashes into Luke's truck, and has to do 500 community service hours at the Gym in Stars Hollow. There is no Rory. This takes place, circa 1992. Lorelai is 24, Luke is 26. Luke has an on- and-off relationship with Rachel.

Author's Note: This is a different take on life in Stars Hollow. Lorelai lives in Hartford, in her parents' mansion, but that will change.

"Luke," a pitiful cry rang out. It was after hours at the Gym and Lorelai was working there all hours to rid herself of the five hundred hours of community service, she'd been assigned.

So far, she'd only managed to get rid of seventy five hours and that had taken her two weeks, the court had been cruel in saying she had to work there for a minimum of three months.

"What is it now?" a gruff voice interrupted her thoughts. For a second she paused to assess the appealing looks that Luke had to offer, and she had to admit he was hot.

Had they met under different circumstances. Banishing that thought from her mind, she tried to remember why she was standing on a chair in the middle of the gym floor.

"I saw a rat," she said in a small voice, knowing instantly that this man would never be scared of a rat or anything else.

"Where did it go?" he asked while pausing to stretch and yawn. He looked at his watch, his eyebrows rose in amazement, was it really past two in the morning.

Lorelai had been here since eight o' clock yesterday morning, and that counted for more than her average day's worth. Well she could have tomorrow off. She had been cleaning up all night, the gym was spotless, except for Lorelai perched on a chair in the middle of it.

"The rat went in the storage room," she pointed to the door, where all the sports equipment was kept.

Reluctantly, Luke took his key and went to the storage room door, and opened it. The room was dark and he didn't see a rat anywhere. He turned around to see if Lorelai was still perched on the chair, and he nearly knocked her over, she was right behind him.

"There is no rat," he said softly to reassure her, as if she were a child.

"But I saw one, can't you go inside and check," she pleaded.

"Okay, but only if you come with me, after all once I make sure the rat is gone, then we can go home," Luke went to reach for the storage light, and he accidentally turned off the gym light, then he turned on the storage light, it flickered.

A dusty orange glow lit up the room, when Luke saw a long scaly tail run under a shelf of basketball equipment.

Lorelai let go of the storage room door, and followed Luke as he went in search of the rat. The door slammed heavily shut behind them.

Luke ran to the door, but he already knew it was locked and would remain so until the morning, when Rachel was coming in to open up the place. Rachel was supposed to come at eight, but usually Luke phoned her to wake her up, and if he didn't, then she would sleep. One of the kids would go get her, when she didn't open the place up.

"Are we locked in here for the night?" Lorelai asked.

"Correct Einstein," Luke said.

"You don't have to say it so rudely," Lorelai yelled at him. "If you had told me that the door would shut behind us, I would've propped it open with something," Lorelai said to him.

"So sorry princess," he muttered sarcastically.

"Don't call me that, I am not a princess," she shouted at him.

Eyes that blazed with mocking contempt scrutinized her, "No, just an ice queen," he yelled back at her.

"No wonder you can't keep a girlfriend, obviously they run in fear at the very thought of being touched by you, you're so mean," she replied angrily.

"Women don't run from me, they flock to my side, but I am very picky about who I take to bed," Luke said mockingly.

"I think I can tell you why, you are so overbearing and arrogant," Lorelai challenged him.

"Oh really, do enlighten me," Luke scorned at her.

"It pisses you off that you think you can have every woman, except me, because I won't allow you to touch me," Lorelai looked pleased with herself at her conclusion she'd drawn about Luke.

"You are so wrong, I could have you right now, and you wouldn't want me to stop," Luke said to her.

"Prove it," Lorelai dared him.

Luke grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him. Bringing her right against his sinewy chest, she could feel his muscles rippling through his flannel shirt as he held her there with no effort.

She surrendered without a fight. She looked into his chocolate eyes and was lost in their soulful effect. Luke seemed to appeal to her through his eyes, to comfort the lost little boy inside. She caressed his cheek with her fingertips, and he leaned into her touch.

Luke took her hand and kissed the palm of her hand. He felt the call of desire from deep within. It slammed into him with the effect of a freight train. He looked deep into her blue eyes. As deep as the ocean, with many hidden depths. Lorelai was a mystery unbeknownst to him. In the orange light, she looked so-.

Luke shook himself out of the reverie that he'd indulged himself in with Lorelai. Her hand was still caressing his cheek, and she had a glazed look in her eyes. Luke snapped his fingers, and said, "Hey Princess, you done fondling the merchandise."

Lorelai blinked and realized she was touching Luke's cheek as if she had a reason to. Only one came to mind, and that was to slap him. She thought about it, then thought that she couldn't bear to touch him again, without wanting to kiss him.

This desire of hers, seemed to come out of nowhere. To want Luke and then to need him, were two very different things, even if she wanted him, she didn't have a chance. She'd heard that he was very devoted to his girlfriend, Rachel.

Luke hated calling Lorelai that name, but it did fit her. She was the princess of the Gilmore family. Her father being one of the most powerful men in North America and one who controlled almost the whole media, was a force to be reckoned with.

He only came from a blue-collar family, and he owned a diner, he made an honest living, which was more than he could say for the Gilmores.

Lorelai looked at Luke, and wondered what he was thinking. He looked at her, and smiled or at least tried to. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," he lied.

"Fine, if you say so," Lorelai complied.

"Should there be something wrong?" Luke asked.

"No, you were just looking at me like a scientist does a bug under a microscope, tell me Mr. Diner Man, what is wrong with me," she gestured to herself with her hands.

"Nothing," he murmured.

"I didn't hear you," Lorelai said.

"Nothing is wrong with you, I was just looking at you and seeing the differences between you and me," Luke explained.

"Indulge me what is different between us," Lorelai said.

"You're rich, a Gilmore, have power, and live in a mansion," Luke said.

"Correction, I have an inheritance, which I have yet to inherit, I am a Gilmore unfortunately, have no power, and I live in a cottage on Gilmore property," Lorelai corrected him.

"So sorry, Miss Gilmore-"

"It's Miss Gilmore, I am not engaged to be married," Lorelai interrupted.

"Now that we've had that very enlightening conversation, I think we should focus on the issue at hand," Luke said.

"And that would be?" Lorelai questioned.

"To get out of this storage room," Luke said.

"No way, I'm having fun with this question thing, your turn," Lorelai said.

"No, we have to try and get out of this room," Luke told her.

"No, we're doing the question thing, besides you said yourself Rachel will be here in the morning to let us out," Lorelai informed him.

Luke gave in and got some gym mats out for them to lie on, he put the mats beside each other. Lorelai lay down on her side and looked up at him expectantly. "Fine, what kind of game do you want to play?" Luke asked.

"Truth or dare," Lorelai suggested.

"Okay," Luke agreed.

"I go first," Lorelai said.

"Fine by me," Luke said.

"Truth or dare?" Lorelai asked. "Truth," Luke said.

"Okay, Are you going out with Rachel?" Lorelai asked.

"Yes and no, I do go out with her, but not on dates, just as friends," Luke answered.

"Truth or Dare?" he asked her.

"Truth," she answered.

"Are you dating any of the stuffed jackets, your father has picked out for you?" Luke asked.

"No, I'm as single as you are," Lorelai eyes flashed mischievously. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," the one word fell out of Luke's mouth as he looked at her lips hungrily.

Lorelai innocently caressed her lips with her tongue, while telling Luke his dare, "I dare you to do a striptease for me, right here and right now."

Luke looked at her, and stood up. "No problem." He unbuttoned his flannel shirt slowly, it made his senses burn to know that she was watching. He could see her avid eyes eat it up as he stripped his shirt off. He revealed his muscled chest in all its bronzed glory. He saw her tongue come out to lick her lush pink mouth. He could see it pouting for him in his mind.

"Okay enough," Lorelai said.

"You only wanted me to take my shirt off, you could've asked for that," Luke teased.

"Could I?" she asked huskily.

"Sure, anytime," Luke said.

"Isn't it my turn?" she asked changing the topic.

"Truth or dare?" he asked her.

"Dare," she sighed.

"I dare you to do a striptease for me, pretend that I am your ultimate fantasy man," Luke dared provocatively. His eyes grew very dark as she got up and unbuttoned her blouse slowly and seductively for her need alone to show off to him.

Lorelai shrugged off her blouse, knowing that this was her chance to see how far her desire for Luke went. She stood there in the storage room of the Gym, doing a private striptease for her boss, and she was enjoying it. She saw Luke's eyes grow hazy with desire, and his erection rise against the restraint of his jeans. This felt deliciously naughty to make Luke want her, and she planned to seduce him beyond his senses.

She was killing him with this slow tantalizing divulgence of her body. First she'd unbuttoned her blouse then proceeded to blow him away by taking it off, revealing her breasts in their satiny black encasement. She turned around and watched him from over her shoulder as she shook her bottom enticingly at him. He reached for her, and pulled her down onto his lap, he ground his hips against her bottom, so she could feel the erection she'd aroused.

Having Luke's arms around her made her feel safe and protected, she eased her head back onto his shoulder. He inhaled her jasmine scent, his breathing became ragged, as he smelt it fruitfully. He bound his arms around her tighter right under breasts, and felt them plump out from the pressure of his arms. Her skin felt satiny smooth to the touch, he knew that would be what she felt like all over.

Lorelai was getting drowsy from being held by Luke's arms. "What time is it?" she asked.

"Four in the morning, we should try and get some sleep," Luke suggested as he leaned back against the wall that had the gym mats leaning against them. He made himself comfortable, while holding Lorelai in his arms.

She leaned back into his arms comfortably and drifted off to sleep. Her arms clasped together on top of his.

Luke held her tight against him, and listened to her sleep. Eventually he fell asleep, and then all was quiet.