So, I realize it's been crazy long since I've updated this, and I'm having a hard time myself believing that it's been since 2008 that I first published it. But now I've got a hankering to write something, and so an update is here. Although, I realize this is not an actual update, just a reposting of this chapter. However, it's DIFFERENT than the first time I posted it. There has been an important change in the story line at the end of the chapter. So, if there's some chance you actually still remember what happened before, forget it, because it's different now.

Chapter 4

Three more months had passed, and Lorelai still wasn't pregnant. She was beginning to worry that maybe she was just too old to pop another one out. But, I'm only 34, she thought. That's not too old, right? So what could it be? She wondered. Maybe it was just bad luck. Maybe the stars weren't aligned just yet for her and Luke. Whatever it was, she was still as determined as ever to have a baby with him.

And then, the biggest blow to her determination had come. It came as an even bigger blow than all of the negative pregnancy tests she had had to stare at for the past four months. She walked into the diner that afternoon with her head hung low, sulking all the way to the counter.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked as she took her seat.

She looked up at him and sighed. "Sookie's pregnant."

"Oh. Isn't that a good thing? Now you don't have to hear her talk about it all the time."

"Oh, quite the contrary, my friend. Now I'll have to hear about all the morning sickness and the kicking and the cravings and the peeing every 3 minutes and all that other pregnancy related stuff while I still sit here, unfertilized."

"So, I'm guessing that test was negative again," he asked with a sad sigh.

"Yeah, it was. Again." They both stood there staring at the counter, not knowing what to say. "Coffee?" she asked, slightly stunned that neither had noticed that she had been there for a full three minutes and still hadn't had her first cup of coffee yet.

"Comin' right up. Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry. Actually, can I get that coffee to go? I think I'm just gonna go home and sulk."

"Sure." He poured her coffee in a to go cup and handed it to her, refusing to take her money as she offered it. "I'll see you later tonight?"

"I don't know Luke, I don't think I'm up for it today."

"We don't have to do anything but watch crappy movies and drink lots of booze," he suggested.

Lorelai smiled gratefully. "That sounds like a perfect plan. I'll see you after you close up."

"Bye, Lorelai."

"See ya." Lorelai slowly trudged out the door and sulked all the way home.

Later that night, Luke rushed around his apartment making sure everything was ready. He had gone to the market and gotten Rocky Road ice cream, her favorite as he remembered, a six pack of beer, a bottle of tequila, and a nice selection of movies he had heard her and Rory talking about on different occasions. He sliced a lime for the tequila with the salt sitting nearby as well, the movies were displayed on the coffee table, and the beer sat chilling in his refrigerator. At about 10:15, he heard a faint knock in the distance as she arrived at the diner.

"Coming!" He shouted down to her. "Hey," he greeted as he opened the door.

"Hey yourself." Luke closed and locked the door behind her as she walked in, and placed his hand in the small of her back, guiding her up the stairs and into his apartment.

"Wow," Lorelai gasped quietly. "You really prepared for this."

"Well, I knew you were upset, so I wanted you to enjoy yourself," he told her shyly.

"Aw, Luke, you're so sweet," she said sincerely. She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before moving to find the bottle of tequila.

Chaste as the kiss was, Luke was reeling from it. He was dazed, and felt glued to his spot. They had never kissed in a non-baby making setting.

"Luke?" Lorelai called, breaking him out of his day-dream. "Where are the limes? I'm wasting no time in getting wasted."

"Oh, uh, over there, on the coffee table."

"Thanks. Oh! You got The Goonies! We're totally watching that first." She sat down on the couch, poured herself some tequila, and took her first shot of the night. "Your turn," she said, holding the bottle out for Luke to take.

"Uh, no. I don't think so. I got myself some beer in the fridge." He started walking over to the refrigerator to get one, when he felt Lorelai's hand on his arm.

"Oh no you don't. We're going down together. If I'm get shit-faced, so are you, mister." She took another shot glass from his cabinet and poured one for him.

He took the small glass from her and sighed. "Fine. But can't I have the beer too?"

"Sure, but you have to drink your liquor first. Haven't you ever heard the saying?"

"Yeah, yeah. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear."

"Beer before liquor, never been sicker," Lorelai finished with a smile. "Now come on, you need to catch up." She walked them both over to the couch and handed Luke a lime wedge.

"Fine." They both had about three or four shots before finally remembering to put the DVD in. About one hour and three, or maybe 5 more shots later, they were both well on their way to being drunk off their asses.

"Ready for a beer?" Luke asked.

"Yeah, sure." Luke stood up to grab a couple from the kitchen. "I'll come with you. I need to stretch my legs."

"The kitchen is three feet away," Luke giggled.

"Three feet is more like thirty feet when you're this drunk."

They made their way into the kitchen. Lorelai leaned against the kitchen table as Luke opened the refrigerator and grabbed two beers, handing one to Lorelai.

Lorelai took the beer, and grabbed Luke's arm with her other hand at the same time, wrapping it around her waist. She put her bottle on the table, and grabbed Luke's from him to do the same with it. She rested her forehead against his.

"Lorelai, what are you-" he was cut off by her lips on his. The kiss deepened until neither knew where their mouth ended and the other's began.

Lorelai pulled back and said, "Let's have sex."

"But it's not that time of the month yet."

"I don't care. I want to have sex."

"That's good enough for me." Clothes flew in all different directions until they were both as naked as the days they were born. Luke walked them backwards towards the bed, tumbling down onto it with Lorelai on top of him. She trailed kisses and bites down his body until she reached his rock hard cock. Stroking it a few times first, she then attached her lips to the tip of it, making Luke groan with pleasure. After licking it from head to base and back again a few times, she put as much of the throbbing cock in her mouth as she could fit and sucked, causing Luke to moan her name so loudly, she was sure the neighbors could hear.

"Lorelai," Luke managed to say in a strangled voice. "I'm gonna-"

Lorelai got the message and moved back up Luke's body. She ran the tip of his cock along her folds and placed it at her entrance, sinking down onto him. "Uhhh, oh god," she moaned.

Once she got used to his size, which she swore was bigger every time they had sex, she began moving slowly up and down as Luke thrust in and out of her.

In no time, they were hurtling over the edge. Lorelai squeezed her muscles and milked Luke of all he offered her. She fell on top of him, spent from the fast pace.

They both fell fast asleep, letting the power of the tequila take over.

The next morning, Lorelai woke up to a chilly draft across her back and a warm body underneath her. They had stayed in their post coital positions all night long. She stood up and headed into the bathroom to take a look at herself. Oh my lord, she thought as she looked in the mirror.

"Luke won't mind if I take a shower," she said quietly as she turned the faucet on.

Meanwhile, Luke awoke to find that Lorelai had moved from on top of him. His head pounded as he looked around the room for her. He finally heard her in the shower, and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't run off in the middle of the night. Maybe she was finally starting to feel the same way he did, he began t think. Why else would she have sex with him at a time of the month when there was a very slim chance she'd actually get pregnant?

Ten minutes later, they both sat at the kitchen table fully dressed. Luke had made breakfast while she was in the shower. Lorelai pushed her bacon and eggs around on her plate. "Something wrong?" Luke asked.

"I need tacos," she groaned.

"What?"

"While this is not the worst hangover I've ever had, it is pretty high up there on the list, and tacos are my hangover food," she explained, barely above a whisper.

"Well, I don't think I have the stuff for tacos here."

"That's okay. I'll just stop by Al's on the way to work."

"You're going to work like this?"

"I have to. With Sookie's taste buds all out of whack because of the pregnancy, she needs someone she can trust to taste all the food before it goes out to the dining room."

"Right." He remembered her telling him about Sookie's out of whack taste buds the night before. "Lorelai, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why did we have sex last night?"

Uh oh, she thought. A big part of her was hoping that he wouldn't bring that up. "Um… I just… get a little flirty when I'm drunk?" She said, incredibly unconvincingly. "It was an accident."

Accident? At that, Luke snapped. "An accident? We accidentally had sex last night? And what do you mean 'a little flirty'? A little flirty means putting your hand on my knee at an inappropriate time, maybe an innocent kiss or two. A little flirty is not having sex!" Luke shouted.

"Luke! Geez, I'm sorry! What's your problem?" she shouted back.

Luke was steaming. "My problem is that this was not part of the deal! We were not supposed to have sex just because we can. It's just business, right? As soon as you get knocked up, we stop. Right?" he yelled at her. Lorelai hesitated. "Well?" he prompted after she still hadn't answered.

"Right," Lorelai said, just barely audible.

Luke strode over to the door and opened it harshly. He pointed down the stairs and said, "Get out."

Lorelai was shocked. She knew he was mad, but she had no idea that he was this mad. "What?" she asked him, in disbelief.

"I said get out. You'd better go out the back door. The diner's open and there's bound to be someone in there that'll have this all over town in the next hour. Because god knows we wouldn't want anyone to think we were together."

Luke had said the last part at a whisper, but Lorelai had heard him just the same. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means Get out." He pointed down the stairs one more time.

Lorelai looked at him, a pained expression on her face, and realized he wasn't backing down. She grabbed her purse from the table and walked down the stairs and out the back door, heading for home.

TBC.