A/N: Probably a few errors in time or whatever in here, but I didn't have time to go back and read what I already had, so whatever. I don't think it's too bad. I think I just completely dismissed the whole Rory and Dean situation b/c I just have her all conveniently available for my story here. But, that wasn't a very popular relationship anyway, so again, whatever. Thanks for all the awesome reviews. You all are so great.
Junkie Turned Angel Part IV
"Have you always worn flannel to work?" Lorelai was leaning on her open palm as her elbow rested on the counter. She looked at Luke.
He dropped his rag to the counter and gave her an exhausted look. "What?" he asked.
Lorelai sat up straight. "I've always seen you wear flannel to work." She looked upward in thought. "Well, actually, you wear it all the time, but seeing as how you work all the time, it could be said that you—"
"Do you have a point?" He interrupted, pronouncing each word fully.
"Always," she said quickly.
"Well, then reach it," he replied on the tail-end of her response.
Lorelai looked at him, resisting the urge to stick her tongue out and cross her arms in defiance, but she realized that would please him more than anything. "You know, Luke," she began, "sometimes it's nice to take the scenic route." She swept her hand. "You know, experience things."
"Yes," he said leaning in. "And sometimes it's nice to hop on a plane and get where you have to go." He copied her hand movement. "You know, get places." She narrowed her eyes, a playful anger burning behind them.
"Let's just hope that you don't carry that attitude over in other places," she commented.
"Aw, jeez," he muttered looking around. He picked his rag back up and started to busy himself.
Feeling like she had the upper hand once again, she continued. "Anyway, I was just wondering if, before you opened this place, you were sitting around thinking 'what style of dress would say burgers and fries?' "
"Lorelai—"
"And then it hit you. Burgers," she moved her hands in a representation of a continuum, "Picnic. Picnic table. Tablecloth. Flannel," she ended.
"Lorelai—" he said deeper.
"Because it's ingenious…actually. You know, because if it were me, I may have thought…I don't know, 'khakis'? Maybe a polo collared-type-of-situation," she said fingering her own collar, "…with Luke's written under the little horsey—"
"Lorelai!" He said loudly. A few of the customers looked up at him. Luke looked from person to person. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize we had a diner full of Lorelais in here," he said smartly. They all turned their attention elsewhere. "Stupid nosy town," he mumbled bringing his attention back to Lorelai. She had a small smile on her face as she waited for him to speak. "What is with you?" he asked.
"What?" she asked innocently as she fingered her coffee mug.
"Don't you have a job to get to?" He inquired pointedly.
"Why?" She asked, looking hurt.
"Not that I don't enjoy listening to your questions and your suggestions—"
"You're welcome," she said assuredly.
"But two seconds of silence might be nice too."
"Hey, I've given you at least—"
"You have commented on…" He started counting on his fingers. "…my walls, my signs, my tables, my chairs—"
"I think Martha Stewart would agree—"
"And now you're starting on me!" Lorelai started to say something else, but Luke held up a finger as a stop sign. "I mean, you've been sitting there following my every move, so I should've known it was coming. But I didn't. Stupid me because it is you, after all. But if you have such a problem with…the décor," he said smartly, "…or my clothes…or anything, please remember, I am not holding you hostage here." He looked away from her. "And what the hell is everybody looking at?!" He yelled to the customers. Everyone went back to eating, startled by his outburst.
His words hung in the air as he stood recovering from his huff. Lorelai looked at him, completely unaffected. "Lucky for you," she began calmly, "I don't get offended easily. Otherwise, I may have gotten up and walked out of here just now."
"Damn," Luke replied blandly.
"But, I'd never do that to you," she finished with a smile. She took a deep breath. "To answer your question, no, I do not have to be at the Inn today. I get to bug you all day long."
"Oh, joy," he deadpanned. He knew that she would aggravate him to no end, and the thought of that gave him an instant headache. He also knew that her presence was never unwelcome, and it was a headache that he would gladly endure.
He went and tended to a few customers before coming back around the counter. As soon as he came around the corner, Lorelai's focus was on him once again. He caught her gaze and released a sigh. "Don't you have a boyfriend that would probably appreciate all this free time you suddenly have?" She found herself staring at his lips as he spoke. "You know, a boyfriend that wears nice flannel-less clothing?" He said in mock tone.
Her eyes fell to his chest. "I didn't say that something was wrong with your flannel," she responded.
"Yeah," he said doubtfully.
"I didn't," she defended. "It looks good. It's you," she said casually.
"Glad you approve," he said as he scribbled on his pad.
She watched him. Still. "It looks soft. Is it soft against your skin?" she asked.
He looked at her in a questioning manner. "Sure," he answered with little enthusiasm. He looked down at the sleeve of the flannel before setting down his pen and pad. He ran a hand quickly over the material. "I guess so," he added in a more conciliatory tone. He shrugged. "You wanna…?" He held his arm out to her.
Lorelai was holding her coffee mug, and she almost spilled it she set it down so quickly. Then, she stilled, having felt unflatteringly impetuous. "Sure," she replied indifferently. "I mean, if you don't mind," she added.
"Feel the damn flannel," Luke said with feigned annoyance. A small smile played at his lips. He gave little attention to her mug slip, assuming it was her clumsiness shining through.
Lorelai reached both her hands out and wrapped them loosely around his forearm. She didn't need to feel it. Hell, a little under a week ago, her hands had been subtly running over it as they danced. She knew exactly how it felt, which is why her question inquired about the feel of it against his skin. But he had given her an opportunity, and she hadn't even considered passing it over.
Her hands moved up his arm and then back down as her eyes followed her movement. Two seconds passed. Then four. Then five. In retrospect, the timing wasn't even deserving of a countdown, but in present, arm-rubbing time, it was enough to make the smile slide off of Luke's face and enough to make Lorelai forget that she was supposed to feeling the cotton. And nothing else.
Her eyes traveled up to his face as she slid her hands down to and then past his wrist. Her fingers ran over the skin of his hand before she dropped them to her lap. He continued to look at his arm, even after she had removed her hands. Finally, he lifted his eyes to hers, and only then did she speak.
"Soft," she said quietly.
Luke blinked hard, and his lips parted. Suddenly, he was back in Lorelai's jeep, and he was watching his hand come out and run down the side of her thigh. The same word that came out of her mouth came out of his. He blinked several more times and shook his head. He pulled his arm back and stepped back, looking confusedly to Lorelai.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
He brought his hand to his brow. "Nothing. I- I just…" He was back in her jeep, stretched out over the small seat as he looked up at her. His hands were in her hair. He saw her looking down to him and giving him a breath-taking smile. He placed his hand over his chest as if his breathing had actually been affected.
"Luke," Lorelai called to him. He snapped out of his thoughts. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.
"Yeah, yeah," he answered shaking away the images. "I'm fine. I'm just…" He looked at her again, his brow still drawn together, "…losing my mind or something," he said low.
She had done it on purpose. Lorelai had been running her hands along his arm, trying hard not to think about the feel of his muscular arm beneath her fingertips. Her mind told her to lift her hands and back away, but that part of her thinking wasn't very pleasing to her at the time. So, she had continued. She had allowed her hands to slide all the way down until they had reached skin, amazed at how seemingly meaningless touches from him did so much to inflame her insides. She had looked into his face, so many things running through mind. She wanted to ask him how he was doing the things he was doing to her. She wanted to say so much, but then she recalled what he had said to her in her jeep. By the time his eyes connected with hers, that is what chose to come out. She said it exactly as he had.
"You think you're losing your mind, why?" She asked slowly. His grumbling didn't prevent her from hearing what he had said.
He looked down to the floor, shaking his head more resolutely before looking back up. "Never mind," he said. He looked in her face. "Was it as soft as it looked?" he asked trying to bring some normalcy back to the room.
She was still trying to read his weird behavior, but was brought back at his question. She felt the worried look drop from her face, and a smile formed. "It was…better than it looks," she replied nodding. "Softer," she covered.
He smiled. "Yeah?" He asked. He found himself locked in a gaze with her. The images returned to his head, and he pushed them to the rear of his mind, thinking that they were traces of a past dream. Yet, they had seemed so vivid, and the way they had come to his mind made it seem much more real, but he dismissed it.
"Are you flirting with me, Luke?" Lorelai asked teasingly. Again, her eyes fell down to his lips.
He rolled his eyes and the smile dropped from his face. "No, I'm not," he said.
"I think you are," she said softly with a growing smile.
"Well, you think wrong. Don't you have somewhere to be?" He asked quickly.
She released a sigh. "We've already been over this, Lukey. I am yours for the day. Now, back to this flirting thing."
"No," he retorted. "No back to the 'flirting thing' because there was no 'flirting thing'. If you're not going to leave…or go…bother your boyfriend with this cutesy stuff, then just sit there and be quiet." As soon as he had said the statement, he realized that he had mentioned her significant other twice since she'd been in the diner, and he made a mental note not to do it again. It bothered him, and there was no hiding that fact from himself, but coming off intrusive or obsessive to her was not in the game plan.
She smiled wider. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were a little jealous." Lorelai knew that she was enjoying the situation a little too much, but the fact that he was acting this way made her feel indescribably good.
His skin flushed red, and he actually looked embarrassed as he snatched up the coffee pot. "I'm not jealous," he almost whispered. It seemed like he had no cares as to what other things the customers heard, but he chose to say that low. That fact made Lorelai smile even wider. He walked briskly around the counter, filling up coffee mugs all over the place.
It seemed to Lorelai like he was avoiding his inevitable return to the employee only area. When he finally came back, Lorelai was still grinning, and he put the coffee pot down as hard as he could without breaking it. He turned to face her. "I told you, I am not jealous, so whatever you find funny…don't."
She held up a hand and worked on controlling her amusement. "I'm sorry. It's just—" She leaned down and laughed, her hair falling around her face. "You're turning all red. Look at you," she said pointing.
"You know what?" He began, "if you want to laugh, do it from out there," he said pointing to the door.
"I'm sorry," she said, still laughing. "I'm finished. I'm done. I pro—" She chuckled again before taking some deep breaths. "Okay," she said collectedly. "I'm good." She took a moment, making sure she really was. "I promise." Luke looked at her a second longer before rolling his eyes and turning to pick up the coffee pot.
"No matter how long you're staying in here, this is your last refill," he said as he poured her a mug full. "I mean it."
"Fine, I'll just order another cup," she said simply.
"What?"
"A new cup will not qualify as a refill. It's new. There's no REfilling. It's just…filling."
"Yeah, let's see if that'll work," he said almost as a challenge.
He turned and placed the coffee pot back on the base heater. He turned back around to face her. "Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it," he said exhaustedly as he caught her staring at him.
"No, I wasn't…," she said looking down shyly. Luke stopped and looked at her fully. "I was just going to tell you you're wrong."
"About?" He asked.
"About me…having a boyfriend." He nodded slowly and Lorelai could see the questions in his movement. "I don't anymore."
"Okay," he said slowly.
"Just for the record," she added.
"Duly noted," he said.
Lorelai nodded. "Good."
"Good."
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"Miss Patty, who are all these guys?" Lorelai asked as she walked closer to where the older lady stood.
"Aw, Honey, my future husbands if I have my way," Miss Patty commented with a wide smile.
She looked at the seven men that stood at the bottom of the gazebo. "One for every day of the week, eh Patty?"
"Oh, of course not, Honey. Sunday is the day of rest. Saturday will just be the day of double pleasure." She laughed out loud, and Lorelai shook her head.
"What are they doing?" She asked.
"Liz and TJ are going to be getting married out here this coming weekend, so they're just getting it ready. Laying the groundwork if you know what I mean," she said leaning in. Lorelai didn't know. She was actually having trouble translating it into something dirty because she was sure that's what Miss Patty had meant. Despite her confusion, she nodded anyway.
"They're getting married here? This weekend?"
"Yes and it's a shame too. Such a scrumptious little specimen of a man, that TJ. Such a shame," she said taking a drag from her cigarette.
"Yeah," she said. "Are you going?" She asked changing the subject.
"Oh, god yes! Weddings offer the pick of the litter. I met three of my exes at weddings. Please tell me you're going," Miss Patty said.
"Well, seeing as how I just found out about it, chances are pretty slim."
"Yeah, I heard the seating is pretty limited," Miss Patty said sadly. She perked up. "Hey, why don't you go as Luke's guest? I doubt he's taking anyone."
She considered that option for a second. "Well, I'll see," she said, mainly because she knew that going against Miss Patty could result in an hour long discussion.
"Yeah, you do that because I'll need a pretty little thing like you to handle my leftovers," she said winking. Lorelai smiled at her.
"I'll see you later, Patty," she said walking away.
Miss Patty waved to her back as she resumed her previous task of watching the workers.
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Before running into Miss Patty, Lorelai had been heading home, but after speaking with her, she made a detour to Luke's. She pushed open the door and walked inside, instantly searching him out.
"Looking for Luke?" She heard Caesar ask.
"Oh, hey Caesar," Lorelai said turning to face him. "Yeah, where is he? Did he step out for a minute?"
"No, he's upstairs. He went up to grab some lunch," he told her.
Lorelai's face scrunched in amused confusion. "He went upstairs to eat when he owns a diner?"
Caesar shrugged. "That's Luke for ya," he told her before disappearing in the back.
As if she had every right in the world, Lorelai walked over to the curtain and pushed it aside before ascending the stairs. When she reached her destination, she gave the door three quick knocks.
"Caesar, I told you I'd be back in fifteen minutes. I know the diner—" He pulled the door open. "What are you doing up here?" he asked her directly.
Lorelai walked past him into his apartment. "Well," she began, "It's nice to see you too. I see the two day stint was as hard for you as it was for me."
He shut the door and let out a sigh. "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting to see you. Besides, I saw you the whole day on Tuesday, remember?"
"Yeah, well, it still hurt," she pouted.
He walked over and grabbed a glass off of the table placing it in the sink. "So, what's up, what's wrong?" He asked her.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong," she replied as she wandered over and pulled out a chair at his kitchen table.
"Have a seat," he said sarcastically as she made herself comfortable. He took a seat across from where she sat.
"So, what's going on?" she asked happily.
He shrugged. "Same old."
"Really?" She asked dubiously.
"Really," he repeated back to her.
"So, there's nothing going on with you? Say…this weekend?"
He looked at her like she was the 'one' who had flown over the cuckoo's nest. "I was…thinking about changing the oil in my truck."
"Fun," she said dismissively. "Listen, I ran into Miss Patty in the square. She said your sister's getting married," she said getting right to the point.
"Yeah," he said with nonchalance.
"…this weekend."
"Yeah," he responded in the same tone.
Lorelai's eyes went wide. "So?" She said, asking for clarification.
"So, what?" He asked, growing frustrated.
She scoffed. "Luke, why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
His eyes scanned the room thoughtfully. "I wasn't really aware that that was your business," he said evenly.
"Oh really?" She asked rhetorically. "Well, for future reference, any event going on in Stars Hollow is my business," she said smartly.
He spoke with poise. "I'm sorry, is this like training for Miss Patty's school of busybodies? Are you on assignment right now?"
"So, who are you taking?" She asked pointedly, completely ignoring his sardonic inquiry.
"I'm dreading going to this thing. Why would I drag somebody else into it?"
"But this is your sister we're talking about."
"Exactly," he told her. "This is my sister. That said, I doubt this marriage will make it past reception, so excuse me for not jumping up for joy."
Lorelai sat back in her chair as she looked at him. "Luke, even if she screws up on occasion, this time could be different. There's a first time for everything." He dropped his gaze as if considering her words. "And, if this is that…first time for her, I think it would really mean a lot to her to have you there in her corner. And happy to be there, you know?" Luke looked up and found her smiling at him in a subtle way that nearly made his heart melt. They shared a gaze for a moment before Lorelai added, "I mean, I always want you there in my corner, so I know for your sister," she placed her hand over her heart, "it would mean so much."
He released a sigh and dropped his gaze once again to his lap. He looked up at her quickly before returning his attention downward. "Do you want to go?" He asked shyly.
Lorelai smiled wide before getting it under control. "Why, Lucas, are you asking me on a date?" She teased.
"Lorelai—" he said tiredly as he looked up.
"I'd love to go," she answered leaning forward as she said the words.
He looked at her for a moment as if waiting for her to laugh and wave the cameras out of hiding. Instead, the content smile on her face just expanded. "Okay," he said satisfied.
"Okay," she echoed.
"I'll see you Saturday, then," Luke said to her.
"Or before."
"Oh, well, yeah before," he fumbled, "but Saturday, definitely…see you."
Lorelai smiled wide at his nervousness before deciding to rescue him. "So, is it going to start whenever I show up, or is there a set time?" She asked.
"Oh, of course," he said leaning up in his seat. "Where did I put that invita—ahh," he said in remembrance. He hopped up and got it off the top of the refrigerator. He walked back over and handed it to her. "Here you go. You can keep it."
She slid it slowly out of his fingers, feeling stupid for (but at the same time-not caring about) turning everything into a moment between them.
"Renaissance theme, hunh?" She asked looking up at him. He still stood beside her.
"Yeah," he said waving dismissively. "Wear whatever you want."
"Renaissance?" She said in thought. "Oh, this is going to be fun," she said.
He looked down at her, almost able to see the wheels turning in her head. "Remember you're going as my date, so please don't wear anything too out there." He smiled and then looked confused when Lorelai looked up to him quickly. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing. I just…don't want to bring attention to my 'date'," she said stressfully.
"Oh…no…I didn't—I mean, if—"
"I'll keep it simple for you," she said standing up. Luke took a step back since her new standing position would have almost caused frontal contact.
Without even thinking about it, Lorelai took a small step forward. At that very moment, her brain kicked back into gear, and she turned to her right causing her shoulder to brush against his chest as she walked away.
Though Luke didn't notice her slight advance, he most certainly felt the body contact. Inside and out. But to him, that was nothing new.
"Okay, I'll let you get ba—" Lorelai froze by the chair that Luke had been sitting in as she stared at a spot a few feet away.
Luke looked around her to see what she was looking at, but he saw nothing deserving of a sudden pause. "What's wrong?" He asked. She said nothing.
The spot that currently held her attention had inadvertently triggered a past memory. An occurrence that had taken place in that very location.
"Lorelai," Luke called.
'One kiss, Luke'. Luke leaned in and pressed his lips to hers and the entire world stilled. Everything, even the smallest molecule stopped and allowed them the moment. A moment that suddenly seemed to, despite its circumstance, arouse everything down to the soles of Lorelai's feet. She stared into the, now, empty space.
"Lorelai," Luke called again. This time he came and stood directly in front of her.
She looked up at him and smiled like nothing had happened. "What?" She asked calmly like it was the first time her name had been called.
He looked behind him. "What the hell were you looking at?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said convincingly. "I'll see you this Saturday," she said quickly. She gave his arm a playful tap and left his apartment.
Luke watched the door close before turning to look at the spot she had been watching. "Yeah, I'll see ya," he muttered, still scanning the area.
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"Mom, you look beautiful." Lorelai spun around and stopped with a flaunting pose causing Rory to chuckle. "Does it feel like you're going on a real date?"
Lorelai bent over toward the mirror and started to check her make-up. "I guess you can say that," she said with an emerging smile.
"I see that," Rory said calmly of the smile as she sat on her mom's bed.
"What can I say? Free food, entertainment…I plan to have a good time tonight, Kid."
"Not to mention, good company," Rory added.
"You mean Luke?" Lorelai asked almost as a statement.
"Of course," Rory said casually as she picked at a stray thread on her own blouse.
"Well, I guess it won't completely suck. I plan to torture him silly with my new Period talk. I've been practicing," she said proudly.
"I know. I don't think you're quite ready for the final yet, though." Lorelai waved her comment away without even turning around. "So," Rory continued. "What's been going on with you two?"
Lorelai shrugged. "Him pourer, me drinker."
"Yeah, okay," Rory said doubtfully.
"It's still Luke, and I'm still me. Everything is the same, Rory," she stated matter-of-factly.
Rory watched her apply a layer of lipstick. "Are you starting to have feelings for him, Mom?" She asked it in such a simple, unobtrusive way. Lorelai placed the cap back on her lipstick and turned around to face Rory.
"Would that be weird?" She asked softly.
"It would be weird if you weren't happy. Luke is a great guy, Mom. You know this." Lorelai fell silent as she looked down to the floor. Rory looked at her for a moment before responding. "You don't have to answer my question if you're not ready. It's okay. Just…go and have a good time." She paused. "Curfew is extended an extra hour tonight." Lorelai smiled and shook her head. "Only because it's Luke," Rory added quickly.
"Thanks Mom," Lorelai said jokingly.
"You're welcome, and remember, don't give away all your milk for free."
"I know, I know," Lorelai responded. "Just pass out nice, filling samples."
"Eggzzzaactly," Rory said proudly.
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"Wow." Luke looked down to her dress and let his eyes travel back up to her face without being obvious. "You look…amazing," he commented.
Lorelai couldn't help but blush. "So do you," she replied shyly. She found herself staring at him. She couldn't deny that he looked incredibly handsome. So much so that when she opened her door, she wondered if her tongue had rolled out of her mouth and out past the threshold like on the Cartoon Network. His everyday attire made him look attractive and rugged. Definitely a turn-on, but his appearance as he stood at her door was just downright sexy.
Lorelai watched him look at her, and she could wholeheartedly attest to the fact that she had never felt sexier in her life. It was just something about having his attention and his stares that did something to her. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't give of either of them freely or just the fact that it was him. Whatever it was, Lorelai knew that if he showed any non-platonic interest in her at all tonight, the amount of urgency in starting and ending the free sampling with him would create a new category for Guinness. And, most importantly, it really didn't seem to bother her that she was thinking this way.
"You ready to go?" Luke asked her. She nodded and walked out beside him. He placed a gentle palm on the small of her back, but he brought his hand down quickly as if he felt that he was violating her in some way. Lorelai bit her tongue at that very moment because she was about to let him know of the many places his hand could have free reign over. Her back would be undoubtedly the most appropriate. 'If he only knew', she thought to herself.
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The ceremony went over as well as could be expected with the theme that was chosen. Lorelai found that she was enjoying the evening much more than she could have imagined she would. Luke was the perfect gentleman. He pulled out chairs, and he made sure she had everything she needed and wanted before he sat down to eat. She was simply taken aback by him. In every way. She even had a moment of silence as she tried to think back to the last time she was as happy as she felt with him. A greater silence fell over her when she realized it was in 1984. When the world's most perfect offspring came into the world.
"What's wrong? Do you need something?" She heard Luke ask.
She looked up and smiled. "I'm perfect, Luke."
"Good. Because I need you to do me a favor," he responded.
"What's that?" She asked curiously.
"You see her?" Lorelai followed his finger.
"Crazy Carrie?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"What about her?" She asked still looking at the woman.
"If she pinches my ass one more time, I'm going to have to poke her with a stick or something." Lorelai returned her attention back to him with a wide smile.
"That would be entertaining," she responded. He rolled his eyes. "So, what do you want me to do?" She asked.
"Nothing. Just kind of stay close. Maybe, she'll have some class and respect if she thinks I'm really with you."
Lorelai's eyes fell out to the side of where they sat. She looked back to him. "Well, if you really want to send her a message, there's one way that I know of," she said to him.
"What's that?" he asked leaning in eagerly.
Her eyes fell back to its previous location. "We could dance," she said casually.
He looked out to where she was looking. "Unh unh. What's plan B? I don't dance."
Lorelai looked down and smiled like she was a part of some privileged information. She recovered and stood up. "I think you'll manage," she said pulling him by the hand.
He mumbled his objections while all the while being pulled to his feet. "Okay, okay," he said finally.
They made it out to a comfortable spot on the dance floor, and only then did Lorelai notice that her hand had been resting in his every since he agreed to share a dance with her. She wondered if he had done it or if she had subconsciously initiated it. But that was pushed aside in her mind once they made it to their spot.
Luke stepped close to her, but a great distance still separated them. She looked into his eyes and he looked back at her with a look that almost mirrored the one that he had given her on that night. Her breath literally felt like it had been stolen. It wasn't ten seconds into the dance, and Lorelai, without any hesitation and no words spoken, walked completely into him. Her very close position made it awkward to hold their cordial hand-in-hand dancing position, so Luke, though shocked at her sudden closeness, slowly let his hands fall to her waist. And Lorelai brought her hands up around his neck. They swayed slowly, finding their rhythm to be a beat behind everyone else's. Her head rested on his shoulder, and it got to a point where she no longer heard the music. She didn't hear anything other than the loud thumping her heart mixed with the nervous thumping of his.
"Lorelai," she heard Luke calling. His voice was so soft that she felt that he was waking her. "Lorelai," he called again. She lifted her head and looked around her. The music had stopped and everyone was standing around, awaiting the next record. She stepped back, looking down to her shoes. "I think it worked," he said trying to catch her eye. She looked off to the side to find Carrie eyeing them with a look that could kill.
"I guess it did," she commented with a lazy smile.
"Let's get you over to the table to get your jacket. You must be freezing." She looked down at her hand and saw it trembling.
"That must be it," she said softly as he led her back to the table.
TBC...
Let me just go ahead and apologize for any potential suckage that may come from this, and I'd hate it if I messed it up for any of you, but I was in such a freakin' rush. I had to get it done while I had time to do so, and I have waited long enough to get out another chapter, so, well anyway…let me know what you think. Also, I think C was a very popular answer, but so was D, so it'll be somewhere in there. Sorry A's and B's. Hopefully, you won't give up on the story :-)