-1Title: Discovered

Author: Kenora H. Saul

Pairing: L/L

Rating: M

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed Ch. 1, I had fun writing this next one for you. Hope you like this one.

"Oh my god Luke, is that you, and who is that with you?" a noisy voice broke the veil of sleep that surrounded Luke.

Luke opened one eye and squinted at the bright morning light streaming in through the door behind the person who had rescued them. He saw it was Rachel.

He glanced at his watch, and it showed twenty four minutes past seven in the morning. "You're early," he said tiredly.

"Come back in an hour or two, then I'll get up," he said, before closing his eyes, briefly tightening his arms around Lorelai. She was still here, he thought briefly before falling asleep.

Rachel opened her mouth, then shut it. He was obviously very tired, and she saw that he was sleeping, not faking it. Who was he holding? She gasped, it was Lorelai Gilmore the unwilling volunteer, how had these two gotten stuck in here together? Reluctantly, she shut the door, and let them sleep. She'd get answers soon enough.

Lorelai cracked open one eye and looked around, the dark orange glow of the storage room surprised her. What was she doing in here? Slowly she remembered last night's activities, when she remembered her striptease for Luke, she blushed all over. Just the thought of him watching her was enough to make her hot with desire.

She was still enclosed in Luke's arms, they had the night like this, it was so intimate, she hadn't been with a man in a long time. She had never slept like this, entwined like a couple of vines that clung together through a long monsoon. She relaxed her head back on Luke's shoulder, and she felt him shift and knew he was waking up.

Luke woke up reluctantly, he didn't want to wake up from the dream of having Lorelai in his arms. He felt something in his arms, a soft and shapely form, a woman. Maybe his dream had been a reality, he looked down and saw a brown head lying on his shoulder. Her body lay on his like a cover, her softness accentuated by his hardness. He knew she was awake, and was waiting for him to roar at her to get off him. Only he didn't want her to leave.

"Lorelai, are you okay?" he asked gently.

"Yes Luke, I'm fine, thanks for caring," she replied softly.

"We should get up," Luke suggested, reluctantly releasing his arms from under Lorelai's breasts where they had kept her prisoner for the duration of the night. Her skin was so silky to his touch, he had to stop himself from touching her.

Lorelai still sat on his lap, and she felt a stirring beneath her bottom. Innocently, she ground her hips against Luke's as she got up, and she heard him softly moan. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. "Yes Luke?" she asked as the storage room behind her opened.

"About time, you woke up," a voice cracked the passionate world that they'd erected.

Lorelai squinted and saw Rachel standing there, dressed in all black and looking very pissed off. Lorelai deliberately bent down in front of Luke and picked up her blouse. She heard Luke's soft gasp, and she knew that he was looking at her and not Rachel and that pleased her immensely.

"I'm taking today off," she told Luke, although she knew Rachel heard her.

"Sure, no problem," Luke replied putting his shirt on.

"Wait a minute," Rachel said angrily, grabbing Lorelai's arm stopping the brunette in her tracks.

"What is it Rachel?" icy irritation coating every syllable coming out of Lorelai's mouth.

"How did you and Luke come to be locked in here?" Rachel asked rudely.

"Why don't you ask him," Lorelai gestured to Luke.

"Why did you have your blouse off, and his shirt off, were you trying to seduce Luke?" she asked nosily.

"It's none of your business, whatever Luke and I were doing," Lorelai said looking Rachel in the face.

The talons on Lorelai's arm tightened, Lorelai winced, "What is your problem?"

"Rachel, leave her alone," Luke ordered.

"Why, does she mean something to you?" Rachel's eyes flashed with malicious intent, her remark not lost on Lorelai.

"Let me clear something up for you," Lorelai said pulling out of Rachel's manacling grasp. "Luke and I are nothing to each other, we got locked in this closet, because he didn't tell me that the door locked automatically if someone didn't hold it, no one else was here, so we had to wait for you to come here. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go home."

Rachel let Lorelai go, and watched Lorelai as the brunette walked away. She turned to Luke and saw him watching Lorelai's retreating back with something akin to desire. He'd never looked at her like that, and that flared the jealously inside her. Until the ugly green monster was rearing its head, and thinking of evil plans to get rid of Lorelai.

Luke was stunned by Rachel's anger, he hadn't encouraged any idea of a relationship with her. He had too much on his plate to focus on a relationship with a woman, let alone with Rachel. She was demanding, she'd changed since high school.

Rachel looked at Luke and watched the emotions race across his face, until the mask came down that always blocked her out. "Luke we need to talk," she whined.

"I have to go, I have an early shift at the diner," Luke lied. "Can you cover for me?" he pleaded.

"Sure," Rachel said reluctantly. "Only if you promise to call me tonight," she said. "I will," Luke yelled on his way out the door. Leaving Rachel alone in the Stars Hollow Gym.

Lorelai burst in the door of her cottage, glad to be away from the hungry eyes of Luke and the suspicious eyes of Rachel. She couldn't bear another moment of being caught in the crossfire between those two. Obviously, they had some things to work out. Rachel seemed to think that Luke was hers for the taking, and Luke seemed to be unaware that Rachel still wanted him. What she needed was a vacation, away from everyone in Hartford and Stars Hollow. She'd go see Luke about taking some time off, maybe a trip to the Bahamas or somewhere tropical.

Luke walked into his bedroom in his new apartment, which he had recently bought, when he had recently moved out of his family home. His sister was living in New York with her nephew Jess, because it had been her dream to get away from Stars Hollow and its stifling small town crowdness, so she'd moved to New York. His father worked at the family restaurant, the diner, he owned it, lock, stock and barrel. Luke liked his new place, away from the hubbub of family, yet somewhat lonely. At least he could bring a woman here, if he wanted. Luke stripped off his clothes, and went into the bathroom. After spending a dusty night in the storage closet, with Lorelai Gilmore, he needed a hot steamy shower.

Lorelai strode into the Stars Hollow diner and asked for Luke and was told he was at home taking the morning off. She knew where he lived, when she went to leave, a young server stopped her, and gave her Luke's new address, which situated him right in the hustle-bustle of town. Which wasn't much, since Stars Hollow didn't even have a stop light.

She knocked very loudly on Luke's door, and he answered it, in a towel. Oh sinful heaven, he was the object of all her fantasies. Especially when it involved him in a towel, then in the buff.

He had a sexy body that made her feel so hot and in need of an instant cool down, perhaps a shower with Luke, would cure that. A chest to die for, and right now it was there for her to view in all its golden glory.

"Can I help you Lorelai?" Luke's voice broke through her dreamy haze to jerk her back to reality.

"Damn right, drop the towel," Lorelai said, huskily, her eyes not quite focused.

"What?" Luke asked, shocked that she would voice her fantasy and his so realistically.

"You heard me, drop the towel," Lorelai was still in her fantasy world, unaware of what she was doing.

"I'll drop the towel, when you take off your clothes, so we're a little even," Luke told her.

"Fine," Lorelai pushed her way past Luke and threw her purse onto the ground, her gaze still focused on Luke's sexy chest. She unbuttoned her blouse, and stripped it off, she undid her jeans, and went to pull them off when Luke stopped her with his hand.

"Let me," he said gently, throwing her blouse over his shoulder. He picked Lorelai up and lay her on the couch, undoing her bra in the process, he revealed her breasts in their perfection.

"Perfect," he muttered against her throat, as he nibbled the perfumed column up and down. Lorelai grabbed his head, between her hands and looked him in the eye. He saw that her gaze was still clouded, and that she was obviously still caught in her fantasy.

"Luke, I need this," her voice was hoarse, her eyes displayed her neediness.

Luke closed her bra, and refastened it, he sat beside her and handed her blouse to her. She put it on, avoiding his eyes, he knew that she was torn up on the inside. He had an idea that Lorelai hadn't met a guy who didn't care to take her to bed on the first date. He cared about her, and he wanted their relationship to progress at his and Lorelai's mutual pace.

He lifted Lorelai onto his lap and cradled her, as he felt her shake with the effort of keeping it hidden inside. "Let it out, I'm here, because I care about you," he coaxed gently.

Lorelai looked at him with her baby blues clouded with tears. She buried her head in his shoulder, and cried until she had sobbed it out. "I came over here with the intention of asking you for some vacation time, so I could go on a trip for awhile," she explained, her tone wobbly.

As Luke opened his mouth to answer, someone knocked on the door. Luke gently placed Lorelai on the couch, handed her blouse to her. He wrapped his towel around his waist, knotting with an efficient twist. The door opened to reveal a simpering Rachel holding a basket of blueberry muffins, freshly warm.

Luke leaned against the door, situating himself so that Rachel couldn't see Lorelai. "How can I help you?" he asked calmly.

"I was wondering if you wanted to share some muffins with me, that I just baked," Rachel asked sweetly, her eyes taking in Luke's state of undress. A little maneuvering and she would have him right where she wanted.

"Luke, who's at the door," Lorelai asked, while she walked into view. She had taken the time that Rachel and Luke had been talking to strip her clothes off and put Luke's robe on. She came up to Luke's side, and lay her head on his shoulder. Her hand crept into his, and she looked up at him adoringly. "Come back to bed," she crooned huskily.

Luke coughed to conceal his laughter. He didn't know what was funnier, Lorelai in his bathrobe acting as if they had just made love and their "playtime" had been interrupted or Rachel glaring daggers at Lorelai.

"Is there something that Luke and I can help you with?" Lorelai asked, her tone saccharinely malicious.

"I'm here to see Luke, not you," Rachel said through clenched teeth.

"Luke and I are busy, or did you not catch my drift," Lorelai told her bluntly.

Luke looked back and forth, watching the insults fly as the two women fought over him. One in his robe smelling like hot sex, and the other carrying a basket of muffins, trying to get back into his life.

"Luke, I'm hungry," Lorelai moaned throatily.

"Here're some muffins, knock yourself out," Rachel thrust the muffins at Lorelai.

"That's not what I'm hungry for, and Luke knows that I have an insatiable appetite, don't you sweetie," Lorelai tacked on the endearment for Rachel's effect only.

Rachel looked at Lorelai who had her hands all over Luke, and then at Luke who didn't seem to mind. She knew that they were playing a mean trick on her and she didn't like it. She turned with her head held high and walked down the hall with her blueberry muffins still in their cute little basket.

"Finally, she's gone," Lorelai said looking down the now empty hallway.

"What shall we do about your insatiable appetite?" Luke asked.

Lorelai looked at Luke, expecting to see amusement in his eyes, instead she saw his eyes darkening rapidly with desire. It would only be so long until he decided to act on his desire, and she didn't want to be around. She knew that if she kissed Luke, she wouldn't want to stop and then where would that lead her..

"I have to go, thanks for being my friend," she told him squeezing his arm in an affectionate gesture. She walked back to the bathroom to put on her clothes.

"What about your vacation time?" Luke asked from the living room.

"I just needed someone to talk to, thanks again for being my friend," Lorelai said.

"Anytime, I'm here for you," Luke told her, clasping her hand and squeezing it to let her know.

"I have to go, see you at the Gym tomorrow," Lorelai asked.

"Bright and early," Luke said.

Lorelai made her way out of his apartment and down the hallway, she waved once at the corner, before she turned.

Luke waved and then closed his door. He held the robe up to his face and inhaled her scent, hot sex. It brought to mind, images of two bodies entwined in the passionate dance of love. He indulged his fantasy for a minute, then shrugged it off and went into his bedroom to get dressed.