Just Play Along

by CoffeeDrinker

Lorelai and Luke partake in some role-playing smuttiness.

4. Rock the Boat

Chapter 4: Rock the Boat

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On Friday night, Luke arrived at Lorelai's house and knocked on the front door. He waited a moment for her to answer, then opened the door slightly and poked his head into the house, calling, "Lorelai?"

"Come in," she called from upstairs. "I'm almost ready."

Luke stepped into the foyer and shut the door behind him, then headed to the living room. Paul Anka was curled up in the armchair, and Luke rubbed the dog softly behind his ear as he glanced up the staircase.

"How much longer?" Luke called to her. "Should I sit down? Open a beer? Order takeout?"

"No, I'll just be one more minute," Lorelai called back.

Luke rolled his eyes as he muttered to Paul Anka, "You know that means fifteen."

"I heard that!" Lorelai called.

Luke smirked as he picked up a magazine from the coffee table and aimlessly flipped through it. Nothing caught his eye, so he tossed it back onto the table. He wandered over to the desk and noticed a postcard resting on top of a stack of mail.

"Is this a new postcard from Rory?" Luke called.

"Yeah, I left it out so you could read it," she called back. "Can you put it on the fridge with the others?"

He smiled as he picked up the card from the pile, knowing how excited Lorelai must've been when she got it. He admired the Chicago skyline on the front, then turned it over to read the message from Rory. When he finished, he walked to the kitchen and used a magnet to secure it on the fridge beneath the three other postcards displayed. He headed back to the living room just as Lorelai was coming down the stairs.

She tightened her ponytail at the nape of her neck, and then cheerfully greeted him with a kiss. "Hi."

"Hey," Luke replied, then he glanced down at her pink flowery sundress. "You look nice."

Lorelai smiled and glanced down at the dress. "Thanks. Thought it was the perfect summery outfit for a night of seafood and boats."

Luke nodded in agreement, then gestured toward the door. "You ready?"

"Yup." Lorelai grabbed her sweater and purse from the desk chair, and they walked outside to Luke's truck.

As he pulled out of the driveway, Luke asked, "So, did you call Rory, tell her you got the postcard?"

"Yeah, I talked to her for a little while," Lorelai replied happily. "She's doing good, she said to tell you hi."

"Tell her hi back," he replied. "You know, next time you talk to her."

Lorelai nodded. "I will. Her next article is coming out on Monday, so I'll print it out for you."

Luke smiled at her. "Great, thanks."

Lorelai reached over and rubbed his arm. "How was your day?"

Luke shrugged. "Eh. You know, the usual."

"No altercations with the meat supplier?" Lorelai asked with hopefulness. "No disputes with the bread guy? Any trouble with Monty and the cheese delivery?"

"Sorry, nothing today," he replied. "What about you... anything exciting besides the Rory call?"

Lorelai thought for a moment. "Well, Sookie had a doctor's appointment, and he said she's going to burst any day now."

Luke glanced at her skeptically. "You told me he said that at her last appointment. What, is he just guessing? He's just gonna keep saying that every week?"

"Well, eventually he'll be right," Lorelai replied with a shrug.

"Well, I think he's a quack, and you should validate that his diploma is from a legitimate medical school," Luke declared.

"Okay, will do."

"Anything else going on?"

Lorelai pursed her lips as she pondered, then disappointedly replied, "Not really. How can we both have such lame days? Are we old and boring?"

"No, we're normal," he replied. "Not every day has to be filled with excitement."

Lorelai raised an eyebrow at him. "I guess we'll just have to keep filling our nights with it instead, huh?"

Luke glanced over at her with a smirk. "I think I can get on board with that plan."

"But you will tell me when I am old and boring, right?" Lorelai asked with a concerned look in her eyes. "Because I'll wanna know."

Luke shrugged. "Probably not."

Lorelai frowned at him. "Come on, you have to tell me so I can take the necessary actions to fix it."

"And what exactly does fixing it entail?" Luke asked, and then he quickly shook his head as he added, "You know what, it's probably better if I don't know."

Lorelai giggled. "Probably." She smoothed her hand over his hair. "So, you think we'll get to the marina later in time to watch the sunset?"

Luke glanced at the clock. "Yeah, maybe. Depends on how fast the service is at the restaurant."

"Well, we're still gonna try out that new ice cream place, right?" she asked hopefully.

Luke smiled amusedly at her excitement, and he nodded. "Whatever you want."

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They stopped at the ice cream place after dinner, and Luke stood by with his small bowl of vanilla as he watched Lorelai make her way down the toppings bar with her oversized bowl.

"You know you have to weigh that, right?" Luke asked. "They charge by the ounce."

"Mmhmm, I know." Lorelai gasped excitedly as she spotted the container of gummy bears, and she happily spooned some into her dish. "Oh, my God, I've found my new happy place."

Luke shook his head slightly as he muttered, "I can't bear to watch anymore." He walked over and waited by the register as Lorelai continued to add topping after topping to her bowl.

Once she had reached the end of the line, she proudly held up her overflowing bowl to him. "Done!"

"You're gonna get sick," Luke declared.

Lorelai cocked her head to the side. "You realize who you're talking to, right? What would be sick-inducing for a normal person does not have the same effect on this," she said, patting herself on the stomach. "It's made of iron, baby."

Luke conceded to her point with a nod of agreement. "True." They paid for the ice cream, placed their lidded bowls in a bag with spoons and napkins, and drove a few minutes to the marina.

They boarded Luke's boat and settled into the seats that faced the soon-to-be-setting sun. Lorelai pulled Luke's ice cream and a spoon from the bag and passed it to him. "Your dish of very bland vanilla, Captain."

"Thanks."

Lorelai's eyes widened with excitement as she pulled her much heavier bowl from the bag. "And my very exciting mixture of the world's most wonderful things, a sugary concoction so sweet and delectable, I've decided to name it… the Willy Wonka." She raised the bowl up in the air and bowed her head respectfully.

"Oh, geez," Luke muttered, but he was smirking as he watched her happily remove her lid. She dipped her spoon into the bowl, brought it to her mouth, and as her lips closed around it, she let out a satisfied moan.

"So, what's the ratio of ice cream to toppings in there?" Luke asked her.

Lorelai chewed for a moment as she critically eyed the bowl, then declared, "I'd say 30/70."

"So, basically, we went to an ice cream shop for you to get a bowl of candy."

"Pretty much." Lorelai smiled at him as she fed herself another heaping spoonful. She slowly chewed it and swallowed it down as she glanced at the scenery around her. She met Luke's gaze with a smile. "I love it here," she said sincerely.

Luke returned the smile. "Good."

"I love the boat, I love the marina, I love it all," she continued. "I could sit here for hours just watching the boats and the people and the water and the trees and all the greenery… it's like a scene from On Golden Pond… it's beautiful."

Luke nodded in agreement as he glanced out at the scenic view. "Yeah, it is… it's great."

"We'll come here a lot this summer, right?" Lorelai asked hopefully.

"Sure."

"And you'll let me drive the boat?"

Luke snorted a laugh. "Uh, no way," he said firmly. "I'm the captain, I sail the boat… no one else. It's against the law, you don't have a boating license."

Lorelai frowned. "Okay, fine." She seductively licked chocolate off the tip of her spoon. "So, are we playing up the captain role tonight?"

"If you want to."

Lorelai smiled and nodded. "If you're the captain of this lovely vessel, what would that make me on this hypothetical three-hour tour?"

"Uh, a passenger?" Luke suggested.

Lorelai wrinkled her nose, unimpressed with that answer. "That sounds so boring. Come on, we're trying to get away from boring."

Luke gave a small shrug of defeat. "Okay, sorry…you have a better idea?"

Lorelai smiled. "Wouldn't it be more interesting if I was, like, your wench or something?"

"And what exactly is a wench's role?"

"Well, it's her job to serve the captain and keep him happy so that he can relax and concentrate on his boating duties," Lorelai explained, and with a seductive look, added, "She's the lady of the night, woman of easy virtue… his harlot, his concubine..." She paused and cocked her head to the side. "Do you need me to come up with more synonyms, or do you get it?"

Amused, Luke shook his head. "Nah, I got it. So… you're basically a prostitute?"

"Basically, yes," she confirmed with a nod.

"And, uh, is there any particular reason you want to play a prostitute?" Luke asked with a curious smirk. "Should I be worried this is a new business venture you're exploring?"

Lorelai giggled. "No, I wouldn't worry just yet. We'll see how the whole 'running an inn' thing goes first, and then I'll let you know." She leaned over and kissed him softly, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip before she pulled back with a smile. "In the meantime, Captain…you're in charge. What do you want your wench to do?"

Luke nodded toward the bowl in her hand. "For now… let's just finish that up and watch the sunset."

As the sun went down, they chatted and watched the boats sailing in to the marina. When they finished eating, Luke threw their bowls away in a trashcan down on the dock.

As he was about to re-board the boat, a voice called, "Danes! How've you been?"

Curious, Lorelai stood up and walked over to the side of the boat to get a better view of the dock. She saw an older, white-haired man with a fishing pole and a cooler approach Luke.

"Hey, Stan," Luke greeted him with a handshake.

"Were you out on the water?" Stan asked.

"Nah, not tonight… we're just hanging out," Luke replied, then gestured toward Lorelai on the boat. When Stan looked up at her, Lorelai gave him a friendly wave. "That's Lorelai," Luke said, then called, "Lorelai, this is Stan… his family owns the marina."

"Nice to meet you," Stan said to her.

"You, too," Lorelai replied. "Great place you have here."

"Thank you, young lady," Stan replied with an appreciative smile. "Glad you like it."

"Did you catch some fish tonight?" Luke asked him, nodding toward the fishing pole.

Stan proudly held up his cooler. "Sure did… I'm gonna go fire up the grill right now. I'll let you two get back to your evening. Maybe I'll see you at the summer clambake?"

Luke shrugged. "Uh, I don't know… maybe. I'm not sure yet."

"Okay, well, think about it, it's always a fun time," he replied, then gave a nod toward Lorelai. "Nice to meet you."

Lorelai smiled. "You, too. Have a good night."

The men shook hands before they parted, and Stan headed down the dock as Luke boarded the boat.

He sat down, and as Lorelai settled in next to him, she asked, "What's he talking about... the summer clambake?"

"The marina's throwing one on the beach in a couple weeks for all the members here," Luke replied. "You know, like a little 'thanks for your business' party or something, I guess."

Lorelai's eyes widened as she smiled. "That sounds cool. Why didn't you mention it?"

Luke shrugged. "Because I wasn't planning on going."

Lorelai frowned at him. "Why not? It could be fun."

Luke snickered. "I don't like going to parties where I do know people, why would I want to go to one full of strangers?"

"Well, that's how you meet people, and then they're not strangers anymore," Lorelai pointed out. "Plus, I'll be there, so even if all of those other people suck, you know you'll have at least one person who is sure to show you a good time. Which is guaranteed by my business card that clearly says at the top, For a good time, call Lorelai Gilmore."

Luke smirked and rubbed her knee. "I'd rather just skip the party and have a good time at home."

"We can have multiple good times that night," she promised him. "Come on, me and you partying it up on the beach like Frankie and Annette, it's something different for us… it could be fun."

Luke shrugged, still not sold on the idea. "I don't know…"

Lorelai leaned closer and pressed her lips to his for a soft kiss, then asked, "Will you at least think about it?"

Luke nodded. "I will…I'll think about it." He kissed her again, then smiled through it. "You taste like a candy jar."

Lorelai giggled. "I can't imagine why." She pulled her thin sweater tighter around her as a shiver ran through her.

"You okay?"

Lorelai nodded. "Yeah." She glanced down at her sweater, then back at him with a shrug. "Despite looking adorable with the dress, this sweater is not super effective at providing warmth. But… as you know, you have to make sacrifices for fashion."

"Right." Luke rubbed her arms, trying to help warm her up. "Do you wanna head home?"

Lorelai gasped and shook her head. "No… we're a captain and his wench, we should be on a boat." She shrugged nonchalantly and added, "So, I guess you're just gonna have to think of a way to warm your wench up…" She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him. "Any ideas?"

Luke smirked and patted his leg. "Come here."

Lorelai crawled onto his lap, facing him as she straddled his legs with her knees. She ran her hands up his arms to his broad shoulders. "Hi."

"Hey." He firmly rubbed her arms with his hands for a few seconds. "How's that… warm yet?"

Lorelai cocked her head to the side. "I think you can do better than that, Captain."

Luke smiled as he gripped her waist with his hands and pressed his lips against hers. Lorelai brought her hands up to his face, resting her fingers delicately against his cheeks as they kissed.

When their lips finally separated, Lorelai smiled and let out a satisfied sigh. "Well, shiver me timbers."

"Ahoy, Matey," he replied with a smirk.

Lorelai giggled and lightly traced his soft lips with the tip of her finger. "So, are you a well-known captain? Like Captain Stubing? Morgan? Sparrow? Ahab? Kirk?"

Luke grimaced at her last suggestion. "Okay, let's not talk about anyone named Kirk right now... it's creepy."

Lorelai apologetically wrinkled her nose. "Sorry."

"I'm keeping my own name," he said. "Captain Luke is fine."

"Yes, he is," she agreed. "Then I'll keep my own name, too… Wench Lorelai at your service." She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Am I being wench-y enough?"

"I have no idea." He glanced down at her legs straddling his lap, then met her gaze. "Seems like a good start."

Lorelai smirked. "Okay, good." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Are you gonna act more captain-y?"

"How?" he asked. "Captains are just regular people who know how to sail a boat… there's not much I can do with that."

"Maybe pretend you have an eye-patch and randomly say arr," she suggested.

"That's a pirate," Luke pointed out. "Not all captains are pirates."

"Ooh, maybe you've always wanted to be a real pirate, so you sometimes pretend to be one to escape from the everyday monotony of just being a regular old captain," Lorelai explained, then contemplatively muttered, "Wow, we could do so much with this emotional backstory."

Luke sighed, then closed one eye as if he had a patch on, and adopted his best pirate-y accent. "Arr… try not to catch the scurvy out here."

Lorelai giggled and affectionately ran her hand down his cheek. "Oh, boy, how romantic."

"I don't think pirates are particularly known for their suave romantic skills," he pointed out.

"Okay, let's forget the pirate talk. Put your mouth to good use elsewhere." She tilted her head back in invitation, and Luke responded by pressing his lips to her neck.

He sucked gently on her skin as she hummed her approval and ran her fingers through his hair. He pushed open the top of her sweater as he kissed his way down the center of her chest, gliding his tongue in the valley of her cleavage.

"Mm, now I'm getting warmer," she muttered.

He placed a trail of kisses up her chest and back up to her lips. Their tongues passionately glided over one another as Lorelai slipped her hands beneath his shirt and caressed his abs.

He pushed up the fabric of her dress to expose more of her legs, and as his hands began kneading the soft skin of her inner thighs, Lorelai moaned through the kiss. She pulled back and said, "I think it's time to head down to the Captain's special quarters, hm?" She stared at him with lustful eyes as she anxiously squeezed the fabric of his shirt between her fingers.

Luke nodded in agreement, and she quickly climbed off of his lap. He stood up, took her hand, and led her to the door to the inside cabin. They descended a short staircase, and he flipped the light switch at the bottom. They crossed the small room, passing a tiny kitchen, sitting area, bathroom, and a small bed.

At the end of the room was a curtained doorway to what could loosely be called the master bedroom. It was nothing more than a full-sized bed with just enough space around it to walk.

Luke flipped on the light and gestured to the bed with a shrug. "It's not much, but…"

Lorelai smiled and shook her head. "It's perfect." She took off her sweater and tossed it on the bed. "Well, Captain… what do you want your wench to do for you?"

Luke grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, capturing her lips with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, combing her fingers through his hair as the kiss deepened with passion.

As they separated for air, Luke pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress and then undid the clasp of her bra. She kicked off her shoes and stripped off all of her clothes as Luke started to disrobe himself. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, then started to take off his shoes.

Lorelai pulled out her ponytail holder and ran her fingers through her hair. "Um, so, you should know, Captain," she started with feigned hesitance. "… that this isn't actually the first boat I've been on today."

Luke eyed her curiously, unsure of where she was going with this, but knew to just go along with it. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, then kicked them aside. He stood with his hands firmly on his hips. "Oh, no?"

Lorelai twirled her finger in her hair. "Yeah, there was this crew of men earlier who were very interested in my wenching duties, and they invited me to a little party on their ship."

Playing along, Luke pursed his lips and folded his arms across his chest. "And what happened at this party?"

Lorelai shook her head. "Nothing, I was good… I didn't let them do naughty things to me."

Luke eyed her doubtfully, then slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "So they didn't do anything like this?" He covered her breast with his hand and gently squeezed it.

Lorelai moaned softly. "No, but they really wanted to… they told me."

Luke locked his gaze with hers as he squeezed her other breast. "They told you what they wanted to do to you?"

Lorelai drew her bottom lip into her mouth as she nodded. "Yes."

"Did they wanna do this?" he asked, and then gently rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Lorelai groaned. "Mmhmm."

Luke held her gaze as his hand moved between her nipples, squeezing them and tugging them as she huffed out small gasps of pleasure. He moved a hand to her back and slid downward until his splayed fingers were spread across her cheeks. "Did they wanna touch you here?" he asked as he squeezed her with his hand.

Lorelai pressed her lips to his and kissed him hungrily. When she pulled back, she breathlessly replied, "Yes, but I didn't let them… I told them I was yours."

"Good girl." Luke moved his hand to the front of her body, pressed his palm flat against her stomach, and then slowly moved it downward. Lorelai gasped as his fingers grazed over her sex, which was throbbing with arousal. "I bet they wanted you to spread your legs, right?" he asked in a low, raspy voice. "They wanted to feel how wet you were?"

Lorelai nodded, her body quivering in anticipation of his next move. "Yes." As he dipped the tip of his finger between her folds, Lorelai tilted her head back and moaned her approval. "Oh, my God."

Luke slowly inched his finger into her wetness as Lorelai's body trembled around his hand. He stroked his finger into her a few times, and she clutched onto his shoulders to hold herself upright. Luke pressed a kiss to her neck, then rasped into her ear, "Were you this wet for them?"

Lorelai groaned and shook her head as her knees started to weaken. "No… only you make me this wet."

"Such a good wench." He teased her with a quick brush of his thumb against her clit, then pulled his hand away and gestured to the bed. "Lie down."

She lay on her back with her legs hanging over the side of the bed, and he kneeled in front of her. He pressed soft kisses to her thighs before he licked her slit from bottom to top and swirled the tip of his tongue against her clit.

Lorelai moaned loudly and bucked her hips. "Oh, God, yes..."

He dipped his tongue between her folds, and her hands instantly went to the back of his head. As she squeezed tufts of his hair between her fingers, Luke took his time as he licked, sucked, and nibbled every inch of her. He had become adept at working her up, and then knowing when to slow down before she climaxed.

Lorelai was writhing on the bed, groaning her frustrations as she whimpered, "Luke, please…let me finish…"

He pulled back from her, stood up, and removed his last article of clothing. As he stepped out of his boxer-briefs, he gestured for her to move up on the bed, and she quickly obliged.

When she was situated with her head against the pillow, he climbed onto the bed and leaned over her body to kiss her. He pulled back from her lips, and pressed a kiss to her cheek, then to her chin, then to her shoulder. "God, you're amazing," he muttered, then continued with his random spattering of kisses to her arm, her chest, her stomach. He moved his lips back up to her mouth and kissed her softly.

Lorelai caressed his body, dragging her nails gently over his muscular back as they kissed. When they separated, she smiled up at him and shifted her body beneath his. "So, is that your peg leg, Captain, or are you just happy to see me?"

Luke smirked. "Oh, I'm very happy to see you."

Lorelai's smile widened. "Prove it."

He locked his gaze with hers as he guided himself to her opening. As he slowly pushed into her, she pressed her head back against the pillow and moaned her approval. "Oh, Luke," she exhaled his name with a deep breath as her arousal pulsated through her body. "God, that feels good." Her hands slid down to his lower back and came to rest on the curves of his cheeks. He pushed in a little deeper and she gasped. "Oh, God, even better…" she murmured.

He began thrusting into her with slow, deep strokes as he gradually built up to a steady pace. They shared tender kisses amidst their groans and grunts of pleasure, and Lorelai's hands were on a mission to explore all of his body.

A few minutes in, as they separated from a deep kiss, Lorelai smoothed her hands over his face as she panted, "The wench wants to walk the plank." With a smirk, she added, "Or, uh, you know… ride the plank."

Luke kissed her, then smiled as he declared, "You can do whatever you want to the plank." He rolled off of her onto his back, and within seconds she had gotten in position over him, straddling his body.

With her hands on his chest, Lorelai widened her knees, sinking down lower until her folds were resting snugly against his hardness. She rocked her hips, gently rubbing her clit against his shaft, and she moaned softly. "Oh, God."

He traced a finger across her mouth, and Lorelai delicately swirled her tongue around the tip of it. She locked her gaze with his as she wrapped her lips around his finger, drew it into her mouth and started sucking lightly. She began sliding her lips up and down, and it was so erotic to watch that Luke almost forgot it was just his finger in her mouth.

As usual, Luke was faced with the impossible task of trying to decide where to focus his eyes. They darted quickly from her mouth to her chest to her gyrating pelvis, trying to take it all in. He watched her for a minute or so before he pulled his finger from her mouth and exhaled a quiet, raspy, "Lorelai…"

The desire in his eyes and the needy desperation for her in his tone made her heart race with excitement. She responded to his pleading gaze by wrapping her fingers around his hardness. She guided the tip of him to her opening, moaning as he separated her folds and eased into her.

Luke let out a satisfied groan as he disappeared into her wetness, holding onto her hips as she sank all the way down. "God, you have no idea how good that feels," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

She leaned forward to kiss him. "I think I have a pretty good idea," she purred against his lips.

He brushed a few fingers across her forehead, gently pushing her hair out of her eyes. "You good?"

Lorelai smiled and nodded. "Yup." She held up her hands, and Luke pressed his palms to hers. Their fingers laced together as she started rocking her hips, sliding up and down the length of him, groaning each time her pelvis crashed against his.

Lorelai adjusted her body angle until his pubic bone was hitting her clit just right, and she whimpered with every jolt of arousal that rushed through her body. She bit her lip in concentration and stared into his eyes as she rode him. "Ugh, God, that feels good," she muttered in between soft groans. "I'm so close."

Luke unlaced his fingers from hers and cradled her face in his hands. He pulled her down into a kiss, then muttered against her lips, "Bet my wench could use some help."

Lorelai smirked as she continued rocking her hips against him. "Aye, Captain, I'd loveth some help," she replied in an indeterminable accent. "Please make thy wench cometh."

Lust flashed in his eyes as Luke groaned softly. "Mm, say it again." He ran his hands down her back and smoothed them over the curves of her cheeks. "One more time…"

Lorelai smiled, knowing that even an inkling of dirty talk from her had a profound effect on him, just like his words had on her.

She kissed him, then moved her lips to his ear. "Oh, please make me come, Captain Luke," she whispered in her sexiest, neediest voice. "Your wench needs to come so badly." She punctuated the statement with a soft moan, then nipped at his earlobe with her teeth.

He groaned approvingly at her words, and obligingly slipped his hand between her legs. As he began stroking her clit, he thrust his hips and drove his hardness into her. She gasped at his first powerful thrust, then pressed her hands to the mattress on either side of his head, steadying herself over him.

Lorelai kissed him passionately until his second deep thrust made her break the kiss with a breathlessly moaned, "Oh, my God!" Luke's fingers picked up speed on her clit, and she clenched her eyes shut tight as he propelled her quickly toward her climax.

"Oh, God, yes," she moaned loudly as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She dropped her head to his shoulder as her moans turned into quick, shallow breaths. Luke stilled for a moment as he gently caressed her back, giving her a few seconds to regroup.

When she lifted her head from his shoulder, Luke secured his arms around her, hugging her tightly to his body. He resumed his thrusts, stroking in and out of her quickly as her energetic moans fueled him on. He pressed kisses to her chest and neck before moving up to her lips, tangling his tongue wildly with hers.

When they broke for air, Lorelai moved her lips to his ear and sexily whispered, "Mmm, you feel so good, Captain Luke... give it to me harder... I can't wait to feel you explode deep inside of me..."

Her encouraging words pushed him over the edge. Within a few seconds, he grunted loudly with his climax, squeezing his arms around her tightly until he finished his release. When his hold on her body loosened, she pressed her lips to his for a tender kiss and rolled off of him.

She fell onto the pillow beside him and stared up at the ceiling, panting for breath. "Good, Lord, you know how to treat a wench well."

Luke snorted a laugh as his hand sought out hers. "You're welcome."

They lay next to each other quietly for a few minutes, fingers laced together, until Lorelai finally propped herself up on her elbows. "So, I don't suppose you have any food on this boat?"

Luke glanced over at her with a surprised look. "You're not serious," he said dryly.

She sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "Serious as a scurvy-induced coma."

"How can you possibly be hungry after everything you ate tonight?"

Lorelai scoffed. "Hello, did you not just witness me burn off a ton of calories? I know you saw it… you had the best seat in the house."

Luke smirked. "Oh, really? I kinda thought you had the best seat in the house."

Lorelai giggled and nodded in agreement. "I stand corrected… I did have a pretty satisfying place to sit." She ran her hand over his stomach, then started twirling a finger through his chest hair. "I take back what I said before about us maybe being lame and boring. We're pretty fun."

"Agreed." Luke stretched an arm behind her and caressed her back. "So, how hungry are we talking here? Can you make it back to the diner?"

"Well, that ice cream place is open until ten," she said hopefully. "Maybe we can stop there again?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "You mean the candy store that's fronting as an ice cream place?"

Lorelai grinned and nodded. "There were some more flavors I wanted to try." She pressed her lips to his for a slow, passionate kiss. "And doesn't your wench deserve a treat after her lovely performance?"

Luke smirked and gave her a gentle pat on the back. "Fine. Get dressed."

Lorelai kissed him again, then smiled against his lips. "Thank you."

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To be continued…

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Author's Note: Many thanks to all of you who are still following along with Lorelai and Luke's 'summer of dirtiness'! :)