A/N: Caution many much dirtiness ahead. Fits into Packaged Goods Chapter 6 – Snippets
Slave Trade
As Lorelai and Luke watched Richard back the Tahoe carefully out of the driveway, Lorelai dangled the key to her father's Jaguar in front of Luke's eyes and asked, "Wanna go for a joy ride?"
Luke smirked and asked, "Will it get me out of checking the plumbing?"
"No, but I may move buffing the hardwood up on the list," she answered with a sassy smile. "It'll be right after polishing the knobs."
"Whoopee," Luke drawled.
"Well, at least we knocked the cobwebs down last week," she said. "If you're lucky I'll let you trim the shrubbery."
"Shrubbery? What shrubbery? I thought this was all inside stuff," Luke complained. "Let me see the list, you keep changing things," he demanded.
"The Honey Do list?" she asked teasingly.
Luke rolled his eyes and said, "The slave manifest," as he held his hand out, snapping his fingers impatiently.
Lorelai reached into the back pocket of her jeans. As she pulled a folded sheet of paper out, she admitted, "I may have changed it a little."
"Why am I not surprised?" Luke asked as he snatched it from her fingers. He unfolded the page and saw the words, 'Honey Do' printed neatly at the top. He let his eyes drift down the length of the page, seeing only one word repeated on each line, 'me'.
When his eyebrows shot up, Lorelai launched herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she asked, "Seriously? We're alone and you think I give a damn if the baseboards are scuffed?"
Luke laughed and said, "I was beginning to wonder."
Lorelai hurriedly started to unbutton his flannel as she said, "Honey, do me."
"Yes, ma'am," Luke said with a wicked grin as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Lorelai shook her head and propelled him back against the wall, pressing up against him as she fisted her hand in his hair. "No time for the sweet stuff, we only have five hours."
"Only five hours," Luke murmured as he captured her lips with his. Kissing her deeply, he pushed her back, flipping her around so that she was pinned to the wall as he plundered her mouth. He pried her arms form his neck and held them against the wall above her head, pressing the length of his body into hers as their tongues battled for supremacy.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he began to kiss her neck hungrily, growling deep in his chest as she tipped her chin up and arched into his chest. "Five hours," he murmured against her skin. "What do you want me to do?"
"You know what I want. All of you. Make me your slave, Luke," she said in a throaty voice.
He bit her earlobe and then drew it into his mouth. "Five hours," he said as he scraped his teeth over her jaw. "I'm gonna make you come, over and over again," he whispered.
Lorelai let out a whoosh of breath as she asked, "You are?"
"I don't even have to touch you," he said with a cocky smile.
"You don't?" she asked, surprised by his train of thought.
"Think I can't?" he asked as he pressed his open mouth to her neck and sucked hard on the tender skin.
"Oh, I don't doubt you, but you're touching me now," she pointed out.
"Nothing more than this," he told her. "All our clothes on, your body against mine. I get to kiss you," he stipulated. "Do you want me, Lorelai?" he asked softly, his warm breath tickling her ear.
"Yes," she whispered.
"You've been thinking about it all morning, right? You've been planning this. You want me," he said in a soft hypnotic voice. "I want you," he murmured as he began to press sweet kisses to her cheek and then her forehead, his lips lingering on her skin. He feathered kisses across her brow and her closed eyes, Luke pressed into her harder. "Feel me, Lorelai?" he asked quietly. "Feel how much I want you?"
Lorelai whimpered softly and began to thrust at the denim covered bulge in his jeans, rubbing against him rhythmically. Luke kissed the tip of her nose and then caught her lips again, forcing his tongue past them and into her warm mouth, tangling with her tongue and then sucking on it gently as he shifted, pressing his groin to her hip as he slid a leg between hers. When she grunted in protest, Luke broke the kiss, looking at her with dark eyes heavy with desire as he whispered, "You, not me."
"Want you," she answered stubbornly.
"Oh, you'll get me, eventually. You see, first I'm gonna kiss you into submission," he said in between soft, teasing kisses. "Next I'm going to touch you, every bit of you, and stroke you until you come again. Then I'm gonna devour you," he growled. "I'm gonna kiss, lick and suck every inch of you until you beg me… Beg me, Lorelai."
"Oh God," Lorelai whimpered as she ground against his thigh mindlessly.
"You know what I'm gonna do then?" Luke asked quietly.
Lorelai opened her eyes and looked at him as she asked, "Fuck me?"
Luke nodded slowly and hissed, "Yes."
He kissed her hard, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and stroking hers, deliberately suggestive. Lorelai moaned into his mouth as she increased her pace, grinding against his rock hard thigh desperately as his kisses and his words drove her into a frenzy. Luke could feel the heat of her, scorching hot, burning through the layers of rough cotton. "Are you wet?" he asked hoarsely as he tore his mouth away. "Were you wet while you were getting ready? Are you ready for me now, Lorelai?"
"God, you're so bad. So good," she said breathlessly.
"I must be good, judging by what you're doing there," Luke said as he glanced meaningfully down at the leg that parted hers. "Tell me, Lorelai," he demanded.
"Yes, I want you," she whispered. "I don't want you to be gentle. I don't want you to be sweet. I want you."
Luke kissed her again, his tongue trailing lazily along her bottom lip before he drew it into his mouth and sucked on it hard. He shifted slightly, pressing his thigh against her more insistently as he parted her lips with his and ravaged her mouth; teasing her tongue, running his over her teeth as he leaned into his hands, forcing his weight on her. Lorelai tried to push against his hands, aching to touch him, to feel the corded bands of strength that vibrated in his arms, to run them over the taut muscles that quivered with barely contained restraint. When Luke resisted, tightening his grip on her, she curled her fingers, digging her nails into the backs of his hands. She grunted in frustration as she rode his hard thigh, rubbing herself against him urgently. Lorelai caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, surprising them both when she tasted the metallic tang of his blood. Luke drew back quickly, staring at her hard as he ran his tongue over the tender spot, his breath coming hard and fast.
"Sorry," she gasped.
"Kiss it," he ordered as he captured her lips again, kissing her fervently.
XX
Babette clutched a pink bakery box as she and Patty climbed the porch steps. "I don't think they're home. The blue car's gone," she said as she gestured toward the driveway.
"Lorelai must be home, that's Richard's car," Patty replied as she nodded to the Jaguar parked in front of the house.
"I hope she is, because this coffee cake looked so good I think I want to have its babies," Babette cackled as she reached for the doorbell.
"No, don't, the baby may be napping," Patty reminded her as she raised her hand to knock. She stretched up onto her toes and peeked through the front door glass. "Oh my!" she gasped as she unballed her fist and pressed her hand to her heart.
"What? What's wrong? We're they murdered? Are they lying there in a pool of blood? I saw something like that on TV the other night, these friends came to visit, and they knocked on the door, but the door swung open because it wasn't latched, ya see? And when they went in, there was blood everywhere!" Babette said anxiously.
"I know where the blood has all gone," Patty murmured with a small smile. "No, no homicide, but there is some definite fraternization going on in there," she said as she craned her neck for a better view.
"Richard and Emily? Are they babysittin'?" Babette said as she stood on her tip toes, but still fell short of being able to reach the window.
"Lord, I hope not, because Luke is doing something very naughty to their daughter," Patty purred.
"It's Lorelai and Luke?" Babette said as she jumped slightly straining to see in the window.
"Oh my," Patty breathed again.
"What? What? Are they naked?" Babette asked as she tugged on Patty's sleeve.
"No, not naked," Patty murmured. "He has her up against the wall, though."
"Oh my God," Babette screeched. "Hands? Where are his hands?" she asked.
"He's holding her arms up over her head, pinned to the wall," Patty reported. "She's, oh dear, she's like Beenie Morrison's cocker spaniel, remember? I swear Peaches would hump anything in sight." Patty heaved a sigh and whispered, "I remember being kissed like that."
"Like what? I can't see," Babette implored.
"Oh!" Patty gasped as she saw Lorelai slump bonelessly against the wall. "Lord, what a man," she whispered as she saw Luke raining kisses over Lorelai's cheek and then nuzzling into her neck as he released her hands. Lorelai immediately lowered them to his shoulders, curling her fingers into his shirt as she tried to steady herself. "Aw, is it over?" Patty whined.
"Over? They aren't even naked yet, are they?" Babette asked.
"No, they both have their clothes on," Patty said, watching with a puzzled frown as Luke took a step back from Lorelai, granting her about six inches of space. She saw him say something to her as he unbuckled his belt. Lorelai looked up at him as he began to unzip his jeans, and then Patty saw him place his hand on her shoulder. Lorelai sank to her knees and reached for him. "Oh! Oh no. We should go," Patty murmured, unable to tear her eyes from the scene that was unfolding in front of her.
"What? What's happenin' now?" Babette demanded.
"He's opening his pants," Patty said in a low, mesmerized voice. "She's down on her knees."
Babette's jaw dropped, and then she blinked rapidly as she grabbed Patty's arm and said, "We gotta go."
"But, but…" Patty began to protest as Babette yanked on her arm futilely.
"Ya can't watch that! They're a married couple!" Babette insisted, leaning back with her full weight and finally succeeding in pulling Patty off balance.
"That's better than having HBO," Patty said as she pressed her hand to her chest to still her heart.
Babette pulled on Patty's arm, yanking her toward the steps as she said, "Come on, we'll make some coffee and you can tell me everything while we make love to this nice coffee cake."
"I'd have more to tell if…" Patty said as she gazed wistfully back at the door.
"You're a dirty old lady," Babette cackled as they started down the steps.
Patty snorted and said, "Well, at least I'm tall enough to ride that ride," as she reluctantly let Babette lead her away from the house.
XX
"That's right, Sweetheart," Luke murmured as Lorelai slumped against the wall. He kissed her cheek, trailing down over her jaw and then ducked his head, burying his face in her neck and breathing in deeply. "I want you," he murmured into her hair.
"Take me," Lorelai said as she lowered her hands to his shoulders, digging her nails into the soft cotton of his t-shirt as she panted for breath.
"I plan to. Over and over again, remember?" Luke answered in a low gravelly voice. He stepped back away from her, his dark blue gaze focused on the riot of dark curls that shrouded her face as he unbuckled his belt. Lorelai looked up as he popped the button on his jeans and then drew the zipper down. Luke placed one hand on her shoulder, his fingers firm and insistent as he pressed down. "Suck me, Lorelai," he rasped.
Lorelai sank to her knees in front of him, reaching for the waistband of his boxers and tugging them and his jeans down clumsily. When his erection sprung forth, Lorelai pounced, wrapping her lips around the swollen tip and drawing him into her mouth greedily. Luke plunged his hands into her hair, threading it through his fingers as he gripped her skull tightly, the tension that filed his body radiating through his fingertips. Lorelai moaned low in her throat and cupped his balls in her hand, fondling him gently as her lips and tongue worked him ruthlessly.
Luke thrust into her mouth, holding her in place as she stroked him with her soft tongue. "Suck, suck hard," he ordered, digging his fingers into her scalp. Lorelai did as she was told, pulling him deeper, letting her teeth scrape gently along the length of him before she drew on him harder, setting a frantic pace. She opened her eyes and looked up at him boldly. Luke's breath hitched as her bright blue gaze found his. "You like that," he grunted as his hips jerked involuntarily. "Take it, Lorelai," he groaned. As he felt the pressure building and his blood rushed in his ears. He thrust blindly into her mouth, forcing himself deeper into the wet heat. Lorelai whimpered in protest, but Luke was oblivious, lost in the surge of that was filling his cock. "Take it all," he panted as she squeezed his balls gently. "God!" he groaned as his climax ripped through him, draining the strength from each muscle in his body.
Luke braced one hand against the wall as he emptied into her mouth, his body wracked with shudders with each thrust of his hips. Lorelai cupped his ass, holding him in place as she swallowed convulsively. Then, as he slowed, she ran her tongue teasingly over the tip of him, reveling in the shivers that rippled through his body. Finally, she pulled away, smoothing the velvety skin with her hand as she rocked back on her heels. She looked up at him and asked, "That what you wanted?"
"Needed," Luke answered as he tried to school his breathing.
Lorelai eased his boxers back into place, carefully tucking him inside before she tugged his jeans up over his hips. "You do realize that we never made it out of the foyer," she said with a smug smile.
Luke smirked as he looked down at her and answered, "You do realize that I'm not even close to being done with you yet."
Lorelai tipped her head back as she said, "You seemed pretty anxious to finish."
"Sweetheart, I was just taking the edge off."
Lorelai ducked her head as she unlaced his boots, waiting patiently as he stepped out of each one. She stripped his socks down and then looked up at him and whispered, "Shirt."
Luke stripped his t-shirt over his head and tossed it in the general direction of the stairs. "Better?" he asked with a cocky smile.
"This is my favorite Luke," she said as she trailed a finger down the line a hair that disappeared into his boxers.
Luke's smile was wicked as he leaned down and helped her to her feet again. He wrapped her in his arms, holding her to him tightly. He nuzzled her ear and then traced the outline of it with his tongue. "Over and over again, Lorelai. That was just the beginning," he whispered. Luke smiled as he felt the shiver of anticipation race through her body and said, "Come on, you'll need something to eat in order to keep your strength up."
"Already had mine," Lorelai murmured as she resisted.
Luke slipped down out of her hold, and wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting her over one shoulder as he straightened. "I'm telling ya, that was just the first course," he growled.
Lorelai yelped. Her hair trailed down as she hung upside down over his back. She beat lightly on his ass and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"Kitchen," he answered with a grin.
XX
Lorelai sat perched on the island as Luke stood between her legs, his fingers teasingly tracing the inseam of her jeans. He chewed the bite of grilled cheese sandwich that she had insisted on sharing with him. After he swallowed the morsel, he shook his head at her offer of the last bit. "Happy?" he asked her as she popped the scrap of sandwich into her mouth and chewed enthusiastically.
"Very," she answered.
"Good," he said as he reached for the hem of her shirt. As she lifted her arms, he stripped it up over her head and said, "It's my job to make you happy."
"You deserve a raise," Lorelai said as she watched him trace the edge of her bra with his fingertips.
Luke shook his head as he slid a finger under the front clasp of her bra and said, "I take satisfaction in a job well done." He released the clasp, smiling as the lacy cups clung to her breasts. Gently he smoothed his hands over her, brushing the barriers away. Lorelai smiled as the straps slid down her arms, and quickly freed herself from the garment. She frowned her disappointment when Luke immediately reached for the button on her jeans, but the frown melted into a knowing smile as he reached for the tab of her zipper.
Luke drew the zipped down slowly, and then his head jerked up as he realized that she wore nothing beneath. "Surprise," Lorelai drawled as his fingers brushed against her soft curls.
"And here I thought it was your birthday," Luke murmured as he leaned in to kiss her hard.
"Well, I have always thought that the day of my birth was something that everyone should celebrate," Lorelai answered as he curled his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. She braced her hands on the island and lifted her hips, allowing him to strip the jeans down to her thighs. When she lowered herself to the countertop, she gasped, "Oh my God that's cold!"
"I'm sure it'll warm up in a second," Luke chuckled.
Lorelai scowled at him and said, "I changed my mind. I want you to be my slave again."
"Too late," Luke said as he dropped her jeans and socks to the floor and moved around the side of the island, grabbing the knife block and cutting board and moving them to the other counter.
"Where are you going?" Lorelai asked as she whipped her head around.
"Just a second," Luke assured her as he cleared the rest of the island off and then opened the cabinet next to the stove.
Lorelai watched him warily shifting slightly on the cool counter as she saw him pull the bottle of olive oil from the cabinet. "Oh no, that's my trick," she said with a laugh.
Luke smirked as he said, "Don't worry; it's already lost its virginity. Plus, you didn't use it right," he added as he tossed the cap onto the counter and walked slowly back to the island, a cocky smile curving his lips.
"Seemed to work," Lorelai retorted.
Luke's smile warmed as he positioned himself between her legs again. "This is Ruffino premium extra virgin olive oil, imported from Italy," he said as he showed her the label. "Actually, it's a winery in Tuscany. They grow and produce olive oil too."
Lorelai rolled her eyes and said, "Fascinating."
"It has a distinctive flavor," Luke continued, undeterred. He poured a small pool of oil into the palm of his hand and then set the bottle aside. He dipped his fingertip into the oil and then held it to her lips, tracing them gently as he coated them with oil. "Taste it," he said softly. Lorelai licked her lips slowly, her eyes locked on his. "A little almond, gives it sweetness," he said in a low voice as he rubbed his hands together, warming the oil. With a small smile he placed his hands on her throat, slowly drawing them down, her skin shimmering in the sunlight filtering through the windows. Luke coated her shoulders, resisting the urge to take a bite out of the delicate curve of her neck. He reached for the bottle once more, distributing more oil between his hands before he cupped her breasts, running his slick thumbs over her taut nipples. "See? Tastes as good as it looks and feels," he said quietly, his eyes falling to her breasts as he watched himself caressing her.
"Julia Child teach you this?" Lorelai asked her breath hitching as he pinched her nipples.
Luke's smile was slow to spread, but he did not lift his eyes as he said, "No. The oil I knew about, its various uses my beautiful wife taught me."
"She sounds wonderful," Lorelai murmured as she leaned back onto her hands, arching into his.
"Oh, she is," Luke answered. "Incredibly sexy." Luke reluctantly slid his hands down her stomach and asked, "Give me some more." Lorelai balanced on one hand as she picked up the bottle and offered it to him. Luke shook his head and said gruffly, "You."
Lorelai nodded as she leaned forward and poured the oil into her other hand. Luke watched as she warmed the oil between her fingers and then rested his hands on her thighs as Lorelai cupped her breasts, looking at him boldly as she smoothed the glistening oil over them. "Lower," he rasped, as he began to knead her thighs. He watched as Lorelai smoothed her hands over her stomach, slowly lowering them in a vee toward the dark curls at the apex of her legs. She wet her parted lips as she ran her fingers through the curls, coating them with the oil. "Yes," Luke hissed between his teeth as he watched her part herself with one finger.
"I thought you were going to do this," Lorelai said challengingly.
"Oh, I am," Luke answered, distractedly as he watched her stroke her clit. "Feel good, Lorelai?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Yes," she answered simply. "You like to watch me," she whispered.
"You watched me enough," he replied with a wry smile. "And, yes."
Lorelai quickened her pace, cupping one breast with her free hand as she asked, "Don't you want to touch me?"
"In a minute," Luke answered in a raspy voice.
"I want you to touch me. I want you to taste me," Lorelai said as she wrapped her legs around him, using him for balance. "I really want you to fuck me," she panted as she pressed her finger into her wet heat. Luke watched as she slid her finger slowly in and out. Slowly she withdrew her hand and pressed her finger to his lips, tracing them gently as he had with the oil. "Taste," she whispered.
Luke drew her finger into his mouth, hungrily sucking the mixture of oil and Lorelai from her skin. When she pulled her hand away and touched herself again, Luke shook his head and said, "My turn." He brushed her hand away and immediately thrust one finger into her, groaning as she braced herself against the countertop, her head falling back as she arched into his hand. "You still want it here, Lorelai?" he asked as he stroked her hard and hot, his thumb brushing over her clit teasingly. "Look up. Can you see yourself?"
"Guh," Lorelai grunted as she caught her reflection in the shining pots that hung above the island.
"I've kept them nice and shiny, waiting for this, waiting for you," he told her.
"Luke," she moaned.
"Are you mine?" he asked as he watched her. "Are you my slave, Lorelai?"
"Yes."
"Let me tell you what I want, Lorelai," he ground out as he pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing it in circles as he curled the finger inside of her, stroking her walls with each thrust.
"Yes," Lorelai rasped.
"After I make you come, I'm going to lick every bit of that oil off of you," he told her. "I'm going to suck your nipples, I don't care if I'm supposed to or not. I'm gonna lick you, taste you, stroke you with my tongue," he promised. "Then I'm gonna pull you down off of that stupid counter, and bury my cock in you."
"God, yes," she moaned.
"I'm gonna fuck you hard. So hard," he said as he gritted his teeth. "Is that what you want too?" he asked her.
"Yes, oh, yes," she gasped as she thrust at his hand.
"Come, Lorelai," he commanded as he felt her clenching around his finger. "Come so I can fuck you."
"Oh!" Lorelai cried as she climaxed. "Fuck me," she panted, "now."
Luke continued to stroke her, watching as her body surged and spasmed around him. "No, not yet," he murmured.
"Now," she groaned.
"No," he answered as he gripped the back of her neck with his free hand. He lowered his mouth to her throat and began to suck ardently on her slick skin. He stroked her gently, bringing her down as his mouth sought to take her back up. As he licked the oil from her neck and shoulders, he wound his hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat, and then growled deep in his throat as he bit her.
"Oh!" Lorelai exclaimed as her hand slipped a little on the counter.
Luke soothed her skin with his tongue, but made no apology as he worked his way down, licking and nipping at her collarbone, and dipping his tongue into the hollow of her throat. He began to stroke her a little faster, her wet heat teasing the palm of his hand with each thrust. Luke trailed his tongue in lazy circles over her chest, lavishing attention on the gentle curve of each breast. He pressed his open mouth to the valley between them, his hot breath causing her to shiver.
Lorelai was distracted by the teasing heat of his breath on her skin and the insistent play of his hand between her legs. Suddenly, Luke's mouth closed over one sensitive nipple and her drew on her hard and hot. "Luke!" she gasped as she lifted one hand to clutch the back of his head. Torn between the aching need to hold him there and the urge to push him away, she whispered, "No."
Luke released her and shook his head as he moved to the other breast and said firmly, "Yes." He caught the beaded tip between his teeth and bit down gently. Lorelai moaned loudly and tugged at his hair, even as she pressed into him.
When he began to suckle her, Lorelai found herself unable to resist the sensations he was evoking. She spread her fingers, pressing them into his scalp as she urged him on. "Yes," she conceded at last. She lowered her hand to the counter once again and lifted her hips, undulating against him. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted mindlessly.
Spurred by her obvious arousal, Luke lifted his head, watching as she circled her hips. "Oh no," he murmured as he withdrew his hand.
"Yes," she countered. "Damn it, Luke."
Luke quickly pushed his jeans and boxers down, toeing them off and stumbling slightly as he pulled his feet free. "Lie back," he ordered as he lifted her legs, pressing her knees up to her body.
Lorelai began to lie back onto the cold counter and then stopped. "No, you're my slave now."
"Mine," he countered, pressing her thighs apart. "This is what you wanted, Lorelai," he reminded her. Luke watched as she reluctantly lowered her back, wincing as the cold hit her heated skin. The moment her head rested on the island, Luke dragged his tongue slowly up the length of her, parting her folds and smiling as her hips jerked at the contact.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" she gasped.
"I'm trying to make your birthday as happy as possible."
Luke circled her clit with his tongue, nipping at her with his lips teasingly and then buried them in the sweet heat of her. Lorelai moaned loudly as he pleasured her, driving her up. He pressed his tongue into her, stroking her fast, drinking her in, lost in the frenzy of his own need. The cold counter forgotten, Lorelai pushed her heels into the edge, lifting her hips up and meeting each thrust of his tongue wantonly. "Yes, oh," she whispered as she cupped her breasts, closing her eyes as she imagined the feel of him mouth all over her. As she felt the heat coiling deep inside of her again, Luke stopped abruptly, straightening up as he pulled her legs down, wrapping them around his back. "No, what, why…" she groaned.
"I'm not climbing up there, Lorelai," he told her as he pulled her up from the counter roughly. Lorelai wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on to him tightly as Luke glanced around the kitchen desperately. He eyed the refrigerator, but then settled on the big wooden table as he lifted her from the counter. He staggered slightly as he adjusted to her weight in his arms, carried her to the table and dumped her onto it atop the discarded newspaper and papers the boys had 'colored' with a crayon while they had breakfast. Lorelai opened her mouth to speak, but Luke silenced her with a punishing kiss as he pulled her to the edge of the table. With one thrust, he was in her.
"Oh yes," Lorelai cried as she released her hold on him and braced her arms behind her. She kept her legs locked around him as she looked up at him and whispered, "Come on, Babe, fuck me."
Luke plunged into her, grunting as he buried himself in the soft, wet vise. He watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, driving into her harder as she moaned her encouragement. He pushed her back until she lie sprawled on the table, and bent over, capturing one hard nipple in his mouth as continued to push into her. He sucked hard, ignoring the frantic hands pressing at his shoulders. When he raised his head, Lorelai gasped, "Oh God, don't do that, do it some more."
"Which is it?" he asked as he slowed.
"No, don't stop, you're making me crazy," Lorelai panted. Luke covered her breasts with his hands, squeezing them tightly, curling his fingers into the soft flesh as he began to pound into her. "Luke!" she whispered. "Yes, yes."
Luke's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her roughly onto him with each thrust. "Am I fucking you hard enough, Lorelai," he panted.
"Don't stop, don't stop," Lorelai chanted.
"No way," he breathed.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh!" Lorelai moaned.
Luke's control snapped. He braced a hand on the table, leaning over her as he drove into her as hard as he could, grunting as he filled her in hard hot spurts. "Come," he rasped. Lorelai whimpered in frustration as her climax eluded her. He pulled her over the edge of the table, grasping her ass in hands, squeezing her hard as he continued to pulse inside of her, and shivering with each stroke of his hyper sensitive flesh. His fingers slipped into the crevice of her ass, seeking the spot he knew would give her the push she needed. As he pressed the tip of his finger against her anus, Luke grunted, "Come, damn it."
"Luke!" Lorelai called out as he pressed into her slightly. "Oh God," she moaned as she felt the rush of her orgasm swamping her. She murmured his name, her hands seeking him and finding his scruffy cheeks as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. "Oh God, kiss me," she said breathlessly. Luke quickly complied, leaning over the table to press his lips gently to hers as she gasped for air. Lorelai shook her head and said, "No, kiss me." He caught her mouth again, this time kissing her deeply. When he pulled back, sucking in a deep breath, Lorelai smiled and said in a husky voice, "Thanks, I needed that."
"Happy Birthday, Baby," Luke answered with a smug smile.
"No table is safe," she rasped.
"No," he agreed as he used his fingertip to brush a wayward lock of hair from her face.
"I can feel you," she whispered.
"So, I'm not invisible?" Luke teased softly.
Lorelai wasn't having it. She shook her head and said, "I can feel you in me. I can feel your pulse."
Luke smirked and said, "Well, there was a lot of blood redirected." As he straightened up, pushing against the tabletop to support himself, his face fell as he spotted the faint purple smudges that marked her throat, breasts and hips. "I'm sorry," he said as his eyes widened and he pushed back away from her.
Still tripping along in a haze, Lorelai reached to stop him, but was too late. "Sorry for what?" she asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Bruises," Luke muttered as he gestured to her, and then ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
Lorelai looked down, spotted the lavender smudges his fingers had left on her skin and said, "Huh." She looked up at him with a wicked smile and said, "At least you didn't flog me."
"Lorelai," Luke growled.
Seeing that he was not going to be amused at all, Lorelai pushed herself up and reached for his arms, stopping him from his retreat. "No, no, no," she said adamantly. "You will not feel bad for this. You will not regret giving me exactly what I asked for on my birthday."
"You didn't ask to get hurt," Luke spat.
"I asked you to take me. I asked you to not hold back," Lorelai said as she tugged him closer to her, looking up into his eyes imploringly. "I know you always do, Luke."
"I'm a lot bigger than you, stronger," he said gruffly.
"Yes, and I like you that way," she said with a smile. When he didn't reply, she rolled her eyes and said, "It turns me on, Luke. I like that you're strong. Powerful," she added as she caressed his forearms. "I can feel it humming through you, your muscles all tense and hard." Lorelai reached up and cupped his cheek as she said, "I love it when you're a little out of control. That makes me feel powerful, knowing that I can make you do that."
"You are powerful," Luke said tersely.
"This is what I wanted, Luke," she said as she looked him straight in the eye. "I love the way that you and I make love, but once in a while…" she trailed off with a shrug. "Even after all of this, once in a while, I just want to be the girl you want so bad you can't help yourself."
"You're always that girl."
"I know that you love me. I know that you'd never hurt me," she said as she slid her hands down his arms and squeezed his tightly. "And now I know how much you still want me. That's the best birthday present you could have given me."
Luke leaned down and kissed her gently. When he pulled back slightly he whispered, "We're stark naked in the kitchen in broad daylight."
Lorelai grinned and said, "Yes, we are."
Luke tugged lightly on her hands and said, "We could probably get a nap in before I disinfect the kitchen and break out the paint."
Lorelai's brow creased as she asked, "Paint? For what?"
One corner of Luke's mouth rose in a half smile as he said, "I'm gonna have to do something about those baseboards or your dad will know I was doing something else this whole time."
"Bad things," Lorelai whispered with a naughty smile.
"Yes. If he knew what I was doing to his little girl while they were gone, I doubt the offer to babysit anytime would still stand."
"God, we can't have that rescinded," Lorelai gasped as she scooted off of the table and shook her hands free of his. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and whispered, "Naked nap. Take me, Master."
Luke smiled as he disentangled himself from her arms and reached down and scooped the clothes up off of the floor. "Hey, you think you could get one of those pink gauzy harem things like Genie?"
Lorelai snorted and said, "I'm not that kind of slave," as she sauntered from the room, adding a little extra jaunt to her step.
