Here it comes, the next one-shot. I have more ideas, so I'll probably update this story.

A Normal Night

Even normal days are great. The routine, no crazy things happening. Well, one crazy thing that happens to drop by. That was all it took for him to feel good. Feel normal. Sometimes it gets even better. Never on Fridays though. Friday means one less meal to cook for her. It means pity coffee and pie at 9.30 at night. A time, when he's usually showered and upstairs in front of the TV with a cold beer in his right hand. But not on a Friday night. Friday night means his nightly routine is delayed by at least a half hour. His kitchen is never as clean as on a Friday night. Ceaser is long gone by that time. "I need to do a thourough clean-up at least once a week, might as well be on Fridays", he once defended himself after his cook had asked him to join him at KC's.

But today defintely was a better than good day. Luke enjoyed her company at any time she decides to come by the diner. The nights are special, though. It was something about the nights he couldn't quite describe. It was dark out, everything seemed more intimate, less customers were taking his attention. And more than once he went upstairs after locking the door and watching her go to her jeep, thinking how pretty she'd looked. Those thoughts never stopped. Not when he climbed the stairs to his apartment. Not when he stripped the greasy clothes off. Not when he was in the shower, washing the day off of him. And especially not when he went to bed, thinking about her. Wondering what she was doing at that exact moment. Picturing her in front of the TV with a buttload of junk food on her coffee table. Picturing her on her couch with her glasses on. Luke smiled at that thought before falling asleep on many nights.

Tonight was no such night. No thoughts of her. He got more. Lorelai sat in front of him, there were only three other customers in the diner. He was surprised to see her. Not that she never came by on a Saturday. In fact, she did it more often than a normal single woman would. The few dates she went on were painful for him, but he was grateful that he could count them on one hand per year. So when the bells had jingled five minutes earlier, his heart rate went up the usual amount. She sat on her stool by the cash register and said nothing. He put her favorite mug in front of her, poured coffee in it and waited for her to look up. When she still hadn't done so after a few minutes, he knew it wasn't a good sign. He suspected a new boyfriend or at least an admirer was a no-show. Because Lorelai clearly was wearing date clothes. Her hair looked and smelled amazing, even with the three feet between them he could smell it.

"You got stood up?", Luke asked curiously.

"I don't wanna talk about it", Lorelai said with indifference.

Luke reached for the notepad and pencil, leaned a little forward, his hands on the counter.

"What date is it? February 10th, right?", he said, his eyebrowns going up a little.

"Wow, I didn't even have time to answer. Yes, it's February 10th", Lorelai answered his already answered question.

He checked his watch, scribbled something down on his notepad, crossed his arms in front of his cheast, and read to her what he had written down moments earlier. He used his best news anchor voice.

"Today, February 10th, in 2001, 8.30 pm, one Lorelai Victoria Gilmore didn't feel the need to voice the reason for her pout. Stars Hollow Town Selectman Taylor Doose is considering to approach the Guinness World Record Committee because this was the first time this overly talkative woman denied anyone insight to her twisted mind. Her family is probably going to have her medically examined, only this time not for her digestive system or metabolism."

Lorelai looked up for the first time since she had taken a seat in the diner that night. She sighed. Luke grinned. She considered standing up, running away. She couldn't.

"It wasn't a date", she said sadly.

He took the bait. "Ok, so what was it?"

"Look at me, Luke", she demanded while standing up, taking a step back and turning around so he could see her from behind the counter. "Is this how I would dress for a date?"

He let his eyes wander from her red lips, down over her red see-through blouse and her black leather pants.

"Well, last week you were dressed differently, but maybe you just chose something more fruity for his week's poor bastard", he deadpanned.

"You know I wouldn't consider last week a date. A date picks you up, opens the door for you, shows interest in your personality, takes you home and kisses you goodnight. Last week, I went on a double-date for a friend, and the guy hated me enough to leave. Not that I minded that part. Seriously, I ended up here playing poker with you. Unless you considered that a date, I had no date last week." She waited for him to respond. "Not so much, I thought so!", she got more and more pissed with every word she had just said.

"Ok, what's wrong?"

"I told you I didn't wanna talk about it!", Lorelai said loud enough for the other three customers to hear.

If that was anybody she had just talked to like that, they'd be insulted, hurt even. Not Luke. He knew exactly what he had to do. He turned around, grabbed a plate on the way and walked to the pie counter. He cut a huge piece of apple pie, added a generous amount of whipped cream, low fat, of course, he didn't want to kill the woman he loves, and slid it right in front of her. On his way back he took a napkin and a fork and handed it to her. She looked up and he saw how the corners of her mouth slowly went up. That was all he wanted. He could stay with her, make her talk about it, but he knew it'd be just as silly as growing grapes in Alaska. He went to get the coffee pot and made the round. The couple just got up to pay, so it was just them and Kirk. And Kirk had to be home by 9 o'clock. Luke went into the kitchen and started cleaning.

He thought about the sweater that once had belonged to Rachel and wondered if Lorelai's mood had anything to do with it. He had yelled at her pretty bad after all. Publicly. That wouldn't explain her choice of clothing though.

"Luke, can I order another patty melt?", Kirk asked.

"No, I told you half an hour ago that I ran out of cheese", Luke yelled from the kitchen.

"Fine, then I'll just go. Maybe mother can make one for me", he answered and put a ten dollar note by the cash regsiter before he left.

Luke came out as soon as he heard the bells jingle. He locked the door, flipped the sign and went back behind the counter in three long strides, took the money, and closed the cash register. Lorelai grabbed her purse and reached for her wallet. Luke lifted his right hand and said "On the house." He knew she would be talking very soon.

"Thank you", Lorelai said, giving him a sincere smile, adding, "Screw the Guinness World Record Committee!"

He looked at her, feeling proud of his ability to make her talk.

"See, tonight was gonna be a great night. But then Lane decided to tell her mother the truth, and then there were three. Suddenly there were six and Sookie and I kissed our tickets goodbye. But that was ok. So it wouldn't be a super great night, but still a great night. Who knew that it would be a night that sucked big time?!"

"I'm confused", Luke said with a frown on his forehead.

"We were going to see the Bangles tonight in New York, but when we got there, the show was cancelled. So we came back here, and I suggested that Rory's friends could sleep over to make up for the fact that they wouldn't be walking like Egyptians."

She finished her pie and considered licking the plate. "You know, you make a really great apple pie, Luke. It reminds me of my mother's apple tarts. God, I love those apple tarts. But this is better. I can have it whenever and it doesn't require jumping through hoops."

"I take that as a compliment."

"You should."

"So you didn't get to see the Bangles to tonight, and Rory's having a sleepover. Why didn't you go out with Sookie. I mean, you already look great. I mean not great, but definitely...", he felt his cheeks blush, "nice enough to hit a bar or a club or something".

Lorelai smiled as he babbled.

"So, where is Sookie?", Luke asked.

"Emergency room", Lorelai said calmly.

"Figured", Luke replied just as calm.

"She fainted when she found out about the concert being cancelled. But she was fine. I guess her body is used to all those stress hormones. When we were passing Litchfield, her headache was unbearable, because she had hit her head on the pavement. So I dropped her off at the hospital. I called Jackson to tell him to pick her up. So... Here I am. Ruining your night."

"You're not ruining my night. I like you here. Keeping me company. Playing poker, whatever. It's always nice to have you around."

"Thanks, Luke, that's nice. You really are a good friend. Which is why I have to tell you, again, how sorry I am about the sweatshirt. Sookie told me about the former owner, and I'm just... really sorry."

"It's OK, you can keep it. I guess I wasn't prepared to see you in it. To be clear, I'm over Rachel. I don't want her back, in fact, I haven't thought about her in a long time."

"I know what you mean. I mean, Rory's dad was always a possibility, but I don't want to pursue someone because of a notion of being together, being a family. Rory's all grown up, she doesn't need him anymore."

Luke looked into her eyes and took her hand. She stared at him, wondering why the contact of their fingers caused a wave of heat through her veins. "Not to be too blunt here, but I think it's his own damn fault if he doesn't want to be with the two of you", Luke said. "You did a hell of a job with Rory and you can be proud of her and most of all of yourself!"

Lorelai smiled and said, "I had a lot of help, you know. Neighbours, friends, cute diner owners who could be persuaded to attend a caterpillar's funeral."

Luke let go of her hand, and went around the counter to sit next to her. They faced each other when he said, "So, you think I'm cute?"

"Yes, not only cute, but also incredibly decent, funny and extremely good-looking."

Luke blushed.

"Oh, come on. I've seen you in a bathing suit. Do you think I never checked you out?

Luke leaned forward, lowered his eyes and whispered "You know, I almost asked you out last week."

She touched his cheek, activating the butterflies in his stomach. "Who says you can't do that now? I can almost guarantee that this time Mrs. Kim won't be interrupting us", Lorelai said with a smile.

His smile turned to full wattage as he looked her in the eyes. "Would you like to go to dinner with me some time?"

"No, not some time. Any time. How about tomorrow night, and every night after?", she asked with her heart racing.

"Deal", he said as they both stood up at the same time, Luke's arms went around her waiste while her hands cupped his face.

They kissed passionately. Luke let his wands wander down and cupped her ass while her fingers pushed his cap down and tousled his hair.

Without talking they both moved to the curtain, stopped kissing only to climb the stairs in a hurry. When they reached the top of the stairs they resumed their hot kisses, their tongues fighting for control. Luke's hands now were caressing her stomach and touched the underside of her breasts. Luke was walking backwards through the frosted glass door when Lorelai opened her eyes to take a look around.

"Wow, so this is your place. I've never been here before."

"I know. Never thought I'd get so lucky."

"So, you think you're gonna get lucky tonight?", Lorelai asked with a smirk.

"I think my chances are pretty good", he answered arrogantly.

With that she closed the distance between them and kissed him softly, her hands now on his broad shoulders. He took her jacket off, taking in the sight of her see-through blouse with her black bra under it. "God, you look beautiful", he whispered and let his tongue trail hot open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her throat. He tucked her dark curls behind her ear and kissed her ear cup. "You can't imagine how long I've wanted to touch you, Lorelai Gilmore." She moaned loudly, partly because of his words, partly because his tongue felt heavenly on her skin. "You taste so good", he added as he turned her around to assault the nape of her neck.

Luke's hands now cupped her breasts while his body gently pushed her to the general direction of his bed. He took off her blouse and she closed her eyes and let him lead her through his apartment. The back of her head rested on his left shoulder. She opened her eyes to find herself in front of his single bed.

"I know it's small, but we can make it work.", he said apologetically.

"I'm not complainin', I actually like being around you, too. The closer, the better", she said, turning around to face him again. They took off their clothes, anxious to watch each other do so, feeling the sexual energy coursing through their bodies. When Luke took her nipple in his mouth for the first time, Lorelai gasped for air. When she saw his long, hard dick for the first time, she practically begged him to stop kissing her breasts. She stroked his member a few times while his fingers touched her clit, finding her hot, wet and ready.

Luke was now on his back, a Trojan Magnum on his cock, a smile on his face and his heart pounding like crazy when the most beautiful girl in his world straddled his hips, parted her knees wider to take him in fully. He looked at their joined bodies, wondering if there was any time he had felt anything remotely close to this. The sight of her small perky breats and her facial expression let him forget his train of thought and he focused only on his cock inside of her wet pussy.

Lorelai made a lustful moaning sound when she finally had his entire length inside of her. "You're so wet, Lorelai", Luke groaned.

"All your fault, mister", she smiled and began to ride him slowly.

He took her breasts in his hands, gently massaging them, rolling her nippled between his fingers. As she rode him harder and faster, she became louder. He didn't care. Didn't care of she woke up the entire neighbourhood. "Luke", she moaned, "God, you feel so good."

He gave up the sexy view to be closer to her and sat up. Her clit got more friction from his pubic bone and she now had his hair in her fists. He lowered his head to gently bite her nipples, which earned him a soft cry form her. "Luke, oh God, I'm so close, don't stop", she begged.

He had a hard time not coming right there and then. "Lorelai", he whispered in her ear, "shit, I'm gonna, I'm gonna...", were the last words before he emptied himself into her, feeling her walls tighten as her orgasm hit her. "Fuck, Luke, oooooh, yeah", she said and let he head fall back, her curls tickling her back as his mouth went for her neck and let his tongue dance over her skin. She rode out the waves of her orgasm and panted heavily when her lustful facial expression was replaced by a feline smile.

"Lord, Luke, I've never been so wet." He smiled.

He leaned back, she mirrored his movement and rested her head on his cheast. He carefully stroked her hair, as if it were made of glass. "Am I too heavy?", she asked. "Not yet", he answered. "You want to stay the night?" She was glad to be asked and replied "Sure, just let me call Rory." Lorelai sat up, let his cock slide out of her and looked for his phone. He got up to take a shower and she told Rory that she'd spend the night at Sookie's.

Lorelai felt happy. Not just sexually satisfied, though it was one hell of an orgasm. It all made sense to her now. The reason why she and Max never worked out, the reason why she hesitated to ask Chris to move in with her all those years ago. She thought about her plan.

The plan she and Rory talked about so many times in that old potting shed at the Independence Inn. The reversed roles. Lorelai being the provider, being able to buy a house for her daughter and herself, and eventually have Chris live there too.

It was set in stone. But by the time she had enough money for the down payment and the Crap Shack was for sale, Chris was in California. Rory talked less and less about the plan. She even painted a picture for Luke on father's day when she was 12. For Luke, not Chris. Lorelai had Luke in the house all the time. He fixed things for her, he listened to her. The plan was out the window. She just never admitted it to herself. But the man she had pictured herself with in the Crap Shack was now Luke. And it has been Luke for longer than she cared to admit. Lorelai heard the water runnning and decided to just go in there and tell him.

She knocked on the door. "Yeah?", Luke yelled.

"Can I come in?", she said opening the door carefully. "Sure."

He put the shower curtain aside and asked "Wanna join me?" She simply nodded and climbed into the tub to him.

"Luke, I need to talk to you." His heart skipped a beat, he had a feeling that all his new found happiness was about to slip through his fingers. She stepped under the spray and looked him in the eye. "I think I'm falling in love with you", she said almost sheepishly. He kissed her deeply, moaning into her mouth.

It had started innocently. As innocently as can be with two naked adults in the same shower after having mind-blowing sex ten minutes earlier. She let the bar soap glide over his wet body, grinding against him. But before he knew it, his cock was stiff again and her wetness hadn't subsided. Her back was against his chest and his hand was between her legs. When the tip of his cock was near her entrance, she leaned forward a bit and gave him a quick nod to signal it was Ok. He entered her and let out a groan. "God, Luke, fuck me, fuck me hard!", she demanded.

And so he did, his left hand on her breasts, his mouth at the nape of her neck and his right hand stroking her clit in the same rhythm as his cock slid in and out of her. With this angle he hardly missed her g-spot and she came before she knew what hit her. She told him to stop and kneeled. She took his cock into her mouth and could taste herself on him. "Jesus, Lorelai", Luke moaned. She tried to take him into her mouth completely, but then her right and her mouth worked as a tandem.

"Oh, fuck, this feels so good", he said. Those bright blue eyed looked up to him and he couldn't begin to describe how much closer that brought him to his orgasm. He held back the urge to fuck her mouth, simply enjoying the sucking and stroking she did so perfectly. Her left hand caressed his balls, lightly pulling them. She let her hand wander toward his perineum. "Oh God", he screamed and knew it would only take a few more strokes, desperately trying to prolong it.

"Please come for me, Luke", Lorelai said. His grip on her head grew more intense as he feld tumble over the edge. "Lorelai, oh Lorelai, oh God!", Luke said with gritted teeth as he spurted into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, stroking him a couple more times.

Twenty minutes later they were lying in his tiny bed, cuddled together, he on his back, she on her right side, eating another piece of pie from the plate that sat on his cheast. His left hand rubbed lazy circles on her back, his eyes closed.

"So, Luke, um, what I said earlier, about this night sucking big time?!", Lorelai asked, with her mouth half full.

"What about it?", he asked tiredly.

"I think I changed my mind. Apple pie and sex really saved the day. Or the night."

"Apple pie and sex, huh? In that order?"

"Well, it just so happened that I first ate pie and then we had sex, so, yes, in that order."

"Ok, so what about percentage?"

"Hm, let's see. The percentage of what saved the day... I'd say 60% pie, 40% sex", she said with a teasing voice.

Luke started tickling her and said, " Maybe now is the time to tell you that's been low-fat Cool Whip."

"Why am I not surprised, Lucas? But the joke's on you, I planned on seducing you once more tonight, but I guess I don't have enough energy now that I just had the low-fat stuff!"

"Damn! I guess I'll be the one doing the seducing", he said while he placed the plate on his nightstand, turned her on her back, and moved down between her legs and started licking her clit.

"That's totally worth eating the low-fat Cool Whip for", Lorelai said with a feline smile.

So, what do you think? Shall I go on? Anyone out there reading the dirty stuff?