The boat rocked gently.

Luke draped a blanket over Lorelai and handed her a portable coffee mug before sitting down next to her to look out at the sea.

"I don't understand why you never bring a warm enough coat or jacket," Luke grumped.

"It's because I need room for all the pretty things you like to see me in," Lorelai flirted. "Plus then you have to hold me and that can only lead to Luke goodness."

"Oh. Right."

Luke stirred his tea as Lorelai's hand crept over to stroke his arm.

"You want something. I can tell," Luke observed.

"Please...help me with this coffee thingamajig?" she implored as she handed the mug to him.

"Slot's stuck again, huh?" Luke observed as he forced it open. "Sorry, this is old and I didn't...wasn't...wasn't expecting to be taking this trip with you." Luke handed the mug with its now-open slot back to Lorelai and watched, secretly pleased as she took a huge gulp.

"Luke..."

"Yup?"

"Thank you for being here for me."

"My pleasure."

"Pleasure, huh? Ooh, can we do it up here? I've always wanted to do it on the deck of a boat out in the middle of nowhere. And if it's great down there..." She gestured back towards the cabin.

"It's because it's a tight fit."

"Tight. Fit." Lorelai giggled.

He chuckled. "You're crazy. Insane."

"You love it. Just admit it. I make your boring life exciting."

"And I must be crazy for putting up with you again."

Lorelai grinned and suddenly transferred herself to his lap, wrapping both her and the blanket around both.

Luke looked into her eyes--they had that special mischievous sheen to them--the one where he could deny her nothing.

"You promise not rock the boat?" he implored.

"Damn. That was number one on my list."

Contented, she snuggled deeper into him.

The sun was setting as they watched birds frolic in the distance.

"It was a great summer," Lorelai broke the silence after a few minutes.

"Uh huh."

"Best. Summer. Ever."

Luke chuckled. "You always say that."

"I'm sorry April couldn't go sailing with you."

"Well, I guess you're an OK companion."

"OK? Hey, I totally make the trip! What would you do all night with me, be Mr. Pop-Eye the Lonely Sailor Guy? And you'd have no reason to keep up you're coffee-making skills if I wasn't here."

"Ya. Wouldn't want to get rusty in that area," Luke dryly retorted.

"I don't think you've been rusty in any area," Lorelai continued.

Luke responded with mock exasperation, "Just shut up and enjoy the view."

"Oh, I am, I am..." Lorelai added as she took a deep breath of both sea air and Luke.

Minutes passed, and the sun was low on the horizon when Luke spoke up again.

"So tomorrow," Luke said.

"Motel room day! Yay!" Lorelai giggled. "Told you those reservations would come in handy. You just wait til you see my shiny clean new hair!"

"So tomorrow...umm...Martha's Vineyard," Luke elaborated.

"God, I hope we don't run into my parents."

"Well, that's something I want to talk to you about."

"You didn't..." Lorelai interrupted. "You didn't..." she implored. "I told them I was away stalking Rory on the campaign trail...told 'em to watch the news very carefully for the crazy lady in the background..."

"Wait a second, hear me out." Luke placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Remember how I once promised you that we would have lobster at our wedding?"

"Luke…"

"Lorelai Gilmore, will you elope with me this weekend? And before you say anything, Rory and April have plane tickets."

She smiled beautifully in response. "Oh Luke, I love you, and I'm going to marry you, and at our wedding, we are having lobster."

"You betcha."