A/N: Insert into Good at Dating Chapter 18 – Worst Fears and Answered Prayers
Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures
As the springtime deepened, so did their relationship. Luke and Lorelai were forced to take their 'grown up time' where they could get it. Frantic make out sessions on the bench set of his truck, which left them both surly and dissatisfied. Quick wrestling matches in the storeroom when the diner was empty. Hasty lovemaking when Jess happened to be out for a couple of hours. They had so little time alone. They had to steal their moments whenever they could, and steal they did. Lorelai started coming in for lunch later, hoping to finish up as the lunch rush cleared out. Caesar would take over the diner as she and Luke would steal a little time up in the apartment before Jess got out of school.
One Thursday morning, Lorelai was feeling restless. They hadn't had any time alone all week, and she was getting desperate. She needed a Luke fix. She needed to touch him. She needed to taste him. And, she needed it now. She told Michel that she had to run some errands, and ducked out of the inn before he could even finish his first complaint. She strode into the diner at about 9:45 and was pleased to find it almost empty.
Luke stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. He broke into a huge grin when he saw her standing there, looking around impatiently. "Hey," he said leaning in to kiss her hello. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I need to see you for a moment," she said in a business like tone. "Can Caesar handle it for a while?" she asked, tapping her foot.
"Uh, sure," he answered, wondering what he had done wrong. "Give me a minute," he said as he ducked back into the kitchen. When he emerged a moment later, he nodded toward the back and said, "Okay, let's go."
As Lorelai strode toward the curtain, Luke followed, still trying to figure out why she was upset. He followed her upstairs. She paused as she waited for him to unlock the door, and waited for him to enter before her. He shrugged and stepped into the room, squaring his shoulders, preparing for battle.
Lorelai closed the door behind them and turned the lock. Her hands resting on her hips, she locked eyes with him and walked over to where he leaned back against the table with his arms crossed defensively across his chest. She stopped in front of him, paused as if she wanted to say something, but closed her mouth again, changing her mind. Luke waited patiently for her to say something, but was surprised when she reached for the zipper on his jeans instead. His eyes widened and he felt himself begin to harden at her touch.
"Lorelai?" he asked.
"Hush, you," she said as she opened his pants and pushed them down far enough to release his cock. She knelt before him and cupped his balls saying, "It's all your fault."
"Okay," he breathed, his eyes as round as saucers. For once, he was happy to take the blame.
She licked at him and drew one of his balls into her mouth. When she released him, she licked at the head of his cock murmuring, "I think about you all of the time."
He sucked in a breath at the contact, bracing himself against the table. "Me too," he whispered.
She looked up at him and said, "I want you all of the time."
"I want you, too," he said staring down at her.
With a nod, she went to work, drawing him into her mouth, taking him deep in her throat. Luke groaned with pleasure and wound a hand into her hair. She sucked him mercilessly, stroking him hard and fast. His breath came in pants as he let the sensation wash over him. She fondled his balls as she worked his cock, squeezing and stroking him. He felt the pressure building, and tried to pull away from her. Lorelai grabbed his ass and held him firm as she continued to take him faster and faster.
"Lorelai," he growled as a warning. His voice only spurred her on. Realizing that she was not going to be satisfied until she finished, Luke gave himself over to her. She felt his hand tightening in her hair as he moaned softly. She drew him deeper into her mouth as he began to come.
When she felt the muscles in his legs buckle, she sat back with a happy smile. Gently she pulled his boxers back up, dropping another kiss on him before covering him up again. She pulled his jeans back over his hips, zipped and buttoned them. Luke was staring down at her in a daze. She stood and gave him a bright smile. He looked at her blankly, still trying to process it all. Lorelai leaned in and pecked a quick kiss to his lips. "Thanks," she said breezily, "I needed that!" Luke could do nothing to stop the guffaw that escaped him. "I'll see you later, doll," she whispered, then she strode to the door with a jaunt in her step. After she left, Luke simply stared after her, awestruck.
And so they continued, stealing moments where they could. There were late lunches where they would make love tenderly, savoring each other in the sunlight filtering through Luke's flowery curtains. Evenings when Jess was out, they would laugh and tease each other into a frenzy, rolling around laughing with the shear pleasure of being together. But always, there were those long stretches of days when kids and work and life conspired to keep them apart. It was driving them mad.
One evening, during six day dry spell, Lorelai strolled into the diner an hour before closing. Luke was straightening up, wiping down some tables, and picking up bottles of condiments to put away for the night. He looked up and smiled at the sight of her. "Hey," he greeted her.
"Hay is for horses," she retorted. Annoyed that the droughts never seem to affect him the way they do her.
"Cute," he said with a smirk.
"I am," she agreed with a hair flip. "What's going on tonight?" she asked casually as she hopped up on a stool.
"Not much, pretty slow," he answered, placing an armload of dishes on the pick up counter for Caesar to pick up.
"Caesar here?" she asked.
"Yeah, he's cleaning the grill," he answered.
Jess walked in the door calling, "I took the trash out, I'm heading up now," as he walked for the stairs.
"Hi Jess, bye Jess," Lorelai called to his retreating back. "Chatty as ever," she said to Luke.
"He's in a mood," Luke said with a wave of his hand. "I thought that you were watching a movie tonight, what happened?"
"Term paper crisis," she said with a smirk. "I got kicked out for a while."
He placed a mug of coffee in front of her and asked, "Pie?"
She pursed her lips for a moment and said, "Maybe later."
He raised his eyebrows at her refusal, shrugged and said, "I'll be back in a minute," as he disappeared into the kitchen.
When he was gone, Lorelai hopped off of the stool, grabbed her purse and headed to the back of the diner. A minute later, the diner phone rang. Luke stepped out of the kitchen and saw that she was gone as he reached for the phone. "Luke's!" he answered, craning his head around, trying to figure out where she went.
"Ask Caesar to close for you," she demanded.
"What? Where are you?" he asked, his eyes scanning the street.
"In the store room. Ask Caesar to close up for you," she said again.
"Why are you in there?" he asked, confused.
Getting frustrated, Lorelai raised her voice and said, "Tell Caesar that you need him to close for you!"
"Why?" he asked, getting aggravated with her.
"So you can come back here and fuck me, damn it," she hissed into the phone.
Stunned, Luke hung up the phone and looked around for a moment. "Caesar!" he yelled.
"Yeah boss," Caesar replied in a cheerful tone.
"Go on home," Luke said, waving toward the door.
"But, the grill…" Caesar started.
"I'll take care of the grill," Luke snapped. Seeing the shock on Caesar's face, Luke softened his tone. "Just go ahead and go, okay?" he asked.
"Okay boss," Caesar answered, untying his apron. He shook his head as he went out of the door, shooting Luke one last look.
Hurriedly, Luke flipped the sign, locked the door and turned out the lights. He trotted back to the storeroom and stepped inside, locking the door behind him.
"You hung up on me!" Lorelai accused, leaning up against the table, obviously miffed.
"What did you say to me?" he asked incredulous.
Lorelai tossed her hair back and stared down her nose at him. "I said that I wanted you to come back here and fuck me," she said defiantly.
He closed the distance between them in three steps. "Lorelai," he growled.
She shut him up bay kissing him heatedly. She knocked his cap to the floor and buried her fingers in his soft curls, pulling him closer.
When they broke apart, he shook his head and said, "I can't believe you said that!"
"I meant it," she retorted. She looked him in the eye and said, "I want you. I want you to fuck me now."
He pressed her up against the work bench and plundered her mouth. When he started kissing and sucking at her neck, Lorelai asked, "Do you want me?"
"Yes," he rasped.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked aggressively, clawing at his shirt.
"Yes," he answered, punctuating his answer with a punishing kiss. When she pulled back, she looked at him and whispered, "Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to me," she demanded.
He buried his face in her neck, feeling the blush rising in his cheeks. He shook his head imperceptibly as he kissed her neck.
"Please?" she asked. "I'll do anything you want, but you have to tell me what you want first," she said enticingly.
"I can't," he murmured against her skin.
"Yes you can," she encouraged him. "I want you to. I want to know what goes on behind that impressive self control of yours," she said teasingly. "I'll tell you what I am thinking. I think that you don't want me the way that I want you," she said.
"You're wrong," he answered shortly, pulling back to look into her eyes.
"I'm going out of my mind," she confessed.
"Me too," he replied.
"Ha!" she laughed. "No, you're not!"
"Yes, I am," he answered emphatically.
"No, you're not!" she said again.
"Really?" he asked. "We're going to do this now?" he said incredulously. Shaking his head he said, "I don't want to argue with you. Take my word for it, I want you," he assured her, pressing her hand to his fly.
She massaged him through his jeans and said, "Then tell me. Tell me what you think about when we aren't together," she said tempting him with the proverbial apple.
His eyes burned into hers. He dove for cover, pressing kisses into her neck as he said, "I want to taste you."
"You do?" she asked with an encouraging smile.
"Oh yes," he smiled. "I love it when you leave in the afternoon and I can still taste you on my lips," he murmured as he kissed her near her ear, too embarrassed to meet her eyes.
"Do you think about me while you are working?" she asked, unbuttoning his flannel.
"Yes," he said, the word humming against the skin of her throat.
"Tell me," she whispered.
Unable to resist ant longer, he slid his hand up to cup her breast and said, "I think about you naked, on top of me, riding me."
"Ya like that, huh?" she asked breathlessly as she pushed the flannel off of his arms.
"Oh yeah," he sighed, reaching for the hem of her t-shirt.
"What else do you like?" she asked, her eyelids heavy with lust.
Emboldened, he answered, "I like it when I feel your nipples harden when I touch you."
"Oooh, I like that too," she sighed as he pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She pulled his t-shirt over his head, and nodded to him. "Go on, tell me more," she invited.
He lowered his head to her breasts and murmured, "I love it when you grind against me when I suck on you."
"Like this?" she asked, pressing herself against his erection as she leaned back to grant him better access.
"Yeah," he said the breath catching in his throat as he reached for the button on her jeans.
"I love it when I am undressing you, and I catch your scent. It makes my mouth water," he purred against her breast.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, lost in him.
He unzipped her jeans and began to peal them down her legs. He lifted her onto the table and took off her shoes, stripping the jeans completely off. He stared down at her as he pressed a finger against her panties. "I love it when your panties are wet, knowing that you are ready for me to love you."
"I'm always ready for you," she said in a husky voice.
"Always?" he asked.
"Yes," she confessed. "Just thinking about you makes me wet."
He bent down and pressed his lips to her damp panties, licking the moisture from the silky material. Lorelai moaned low and deep, raising her hips to give him better access. He used his lips to tease her through them. "I have thought about you for so long," he said nuzzling her thigh, brushing his lips over the tender skin.
"How long?" she asked breathlessly.
He looked up at her and answered, "Years," before pressing his mouth to her again keeping his eyes on hers.
"Oh God!" she cried out.
He chuckled against her and said, "I have to tell you, the reality is much better than I ever imagined."
"Thank God for that!" she exclaimed. Sitting up and trying to take control again. She reached for the button on his jeans and asked, "Did you think about me when you were in bed?"
"Yes," he answered honestly.
She blushed and asked, "Did you touch yourself while you thought about me?"
"Yes," he whispered, his voice cracking on the word.
"I thought about you too," she confessed.
His head jerked up in surprise. "You did?" he asked.
"Yeah, I did," she confirmed.
"Really?" he asked in disbelief.
She nodded and said, "Remember when you came over to fix the water heater? It was hot, and you took your flannel off, and I'm pretty sure you caught me staring at your butt, remember?" she prodded, as she slid the zipper down.
He smiled and said, "Vaguely."
"Bull!" she laughed. "The look you sent me was so hot, I'm surprised I didn't burst into flames right there," she said with a giggle. "I had to run away, hide upstairs," she remembered. "Did you think about me that night?" she asked softly. Luke licked his lips, but didn't answer. "I thought about you," she whispered. "What it would be like to touch those muscles," she said as she slid her hand down his arm. "What it would be like to kiss your lips," she said leaning in to give him a blazing kiss. "What you would feel like on top of me," she said as she ran her hands over his chest. Dropping her eyes to his jeans, she began to push them down. In the faintest voice she whispered, "I wondered, what would it be like to have Luke inside of me?"
"Heaven," he whispered, unaware that the word had escaped his lips.
"I thought about you a lot," she admitted. "You, my friend, were the leading man in many a Lorelai fantasy. And they were all hot. Hot, sexy, and terribly upsetting to a girl who was just your friend. How's that for a confession?" she asked with a laugh.
Luke swallowed thickly, trying to find the words. Failing, he leaned in and kissed her with unbridled lust. She looked back at him heatedly and whispered, "Oh yeah, I wanted you. And I want you now."
Luke pushed the rest of his clothes off, and pushed them aside. He stood between her legs, and raised a hand to caress her cheek tenderly. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anything or anyone," he said simply.
"You've got me," she said. She lifted her eyes to his and baldly, "I want you to fuck me Luke. Hard and hot. I want to get all of those years of silent wanting out. I want you to be able to say anything you want and do anything you want to me," she said sincerely.
He pulled her hips to the edge of the table and stared into her eyes as he thrust himself into her waiting warmth. Her head fell back as she moaned with pleasure. He closed his eyes, and tried to control himself as she squeezed him tightly. "Lorelai," he breathed her name.
"Yes Luke, it's me," she said as she waited for him to look at her. When he locked eyes with her, she pressed his hips back and began moving him inside of her. Luke began to move, deliberately thrusting up into her as hard as he could, his eyes never leaving hers. Lorelai grunted and moaned with each thrust, grabbing his ass to pull him deeper.
Luke glanced down to watch as he buried himself inside of her, his cock glistening with her juices. "Oh Lorelai," he moaned.
She followed his eyes and began to watch as he moved in and out of her. "Look at you," she whispered. "Look at you inside of me. We're beautiful," she said with a radiant grin.
With a harsh groan, Luke pulled her closer and began driving himself into her recklessly, losing all control. Pressing into him, Lorelai felt the first wave of her orgasm coming on. She bit her lip, unwilling to have it end; trying to fight it back, but it was coming strong.
"Oh oh!" she cried, biting his shoulder. "Luke! Oh God, Luke!" she said as she squeezed around him, feeling him empty himself into her as she broke apart.
She clung to his shoulders for balance, pressing her forehead to his chest. Once he felt his legs would support him, he lifted a hand to brush back her hair tenderly. He pressed sweet kisses to her head, and whispered, "Shhh, shhh," nonsensically, trying to soothe her.
She laughed and said, "I don't want to 'shhh' I want to scream 'yippee'!"
He chuckled, realizing what he had been doing. "Okay," he said softly, "you scream 'yippee' if you want to."
She looked up at his with dancing eyes and said, "Yippee!"
Luke laughed and said, "I concur."
He started to pull away from her, but Lorelai grabbed him and said, "Not yet, okay?"
He nodded and rested his chin atop her head. He looked around, just now realizing that they were in his stock room, surrounded by vats of mayonnaise and jars of pickles. The laugh started deep in his belly, and Lorelai could feel it before she heard it. She raised her head to look at him questioningly. Luke was laughing uncontrollably, and Lorelai was tickled by the sight. "What's so funny?" she asked with a grin, dying to be let in on the joke.
Luke wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," as he tried to control himself.
"What?" she asked, slapping at him playfully. "Tell me!" she demanded.
Finally, gasping for air, Luke grinned at her and said, "I have to be the only guy on Earth whose letter will start out, Dear Penthouse, the most erotic night of my life happened while I was staring at a giant jar of Miracle Whip!"
Lorelai laughed and said, "Well, at least the words Miracle and Whip can have sexy connotations!"
He shook his head and leaned down to capture her lips. "I don't think that there is any way that you can spin this to make it sound any studlier," he said, grinning like a maniac.
"Hey, you really think that we could make the forum?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye.
That made Luke laugh even harder. "You have some strange ambitions," he admonished her.
"Sorry," she said with a shrug. "I guess I could have picked a better venue," she added looking around ruefully.
He shook his head and kissed her again. "This was perfect," he said hugging her tightly.
"Absolutely perfect," he murmured.
