Sorry it took so long to update. I am in the midst of Christmas cookies which I should and will be baking once I post this bad boy.
Sexual Disclaimer: For all you readers, please try this at home! Heh.
A Subtle Shift
It started to rain. Hard.
Lorelai squinted upwards and nearly shook her fist at the darkened sky. This was the capper to an awful day.
It had started out so promising. When she had woken up at Luke's this morning she was in an extremely good mood. She'd conceded that her mood probably had carried over from their previous night. Now that she understood his reasoning for the up-and-at-em attitude, she was able to drag herself out of bed and accept the coffee before trekking home.
Since there little walk on the sexual wild side the other night, they had been much more at ease with each other both in bed and out. Even though Luke was still initiating the action, she found that the peace of mind she felt somehow managed to increase their pleasure. Granted she had been receptive to him before but now she was feeling extremely—enthusiastic.
And tonight she was hoping to reciprocate.
After she had left Luke's this morning, things started to go wrong. As she neared her home, she noticed Babette was out extremely early re-arranging her gnomes. It jarred Lorelai out of the state of complacency she had drifted into. Fortunately, Babette had been turned away so she was able to beat a silent retreat. After a few minutes Lorelai was able to sneak into her house when Babette moved to the far side of her yard.
Things had gotten worse. When she got inside she had messages from both Rory and her mother about dinner the following night. Rory had been puzzled that she once again couldn't get a hold of her and jokingly speculated that she have taken a night job as a waitress at the highway truck stop and that she would see her at dinner. Her mother complained that Lorelai was probably screening her calls because no respectable person would be out at such a late hour, and of course she would see her tomorrow night. She'd have to remember to remind Luke that she might be late.
By the time she had gotten back to Luke's for breakfast, she was late again. She wordlessly pouted at him, wanting to spend more time with him, but only had time for coffee and a donut to-go. Regretfully she blew out of the diner with her usual good-byes to Luke and Miss Patty and Kirk who happened to be there.
Next, she'd had a long drawn out meeting with Sookie, punctuated by Davey crying or Jackson barging in. She left without getting half of what she wanted settled. Afterward she had met with Michel at work, only to repeat the process as he whizzed around the salon and was constantly interrupting to take phone calls.
Even checking on the progress at the Inn took its toll: Tom had taken her around on an endless tour to discuss the renovations which seemed to be growing more and more extensive as well as expensive. To top it all off, she ruined her favorite pair of shoes. Cursing the cracked floorboard that had captured the heel of her shoe and ruthlessly ripped it from the sole, she gimped to the Jeep only to find that by the time she got home, the day had been completely frittered away and it was already early evening. She only had enough time to grab a pop tart from home before she headed out.
And it started to rain. Hard.
Lorelai threw up her hands in defeat. Instead of griping about not having an umbrella, she ignored the rain. Even though she had wished that she had been primed to blow Luke away tonight, she knew she still could salvage the evening and devastate him with her charms on another night.
Oh yes, she was still hoping to reciprocate, dying to reciprocate.
One good thing about the weather: it cleared the streets from any wayward gossiping townsfolk. She made good time getting to the diner and let herself in, glad to be out of the driving rain. She squished her way up the steps and threw open the door. Luke looked up from the table.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he took in her bedraggled appearance. She mentally cursed herself again for not having an umbrella and looking like a drowned rabbit. He was dressed in his usual t-shirt and sweats. He rose from the table willing to offer any assistance.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, aware of her sorry state. "Uh, I'm sorry I'm such a mess. I must look like—"
"You look like you're wet and could use some warming up," Luke interjected. "Look, why don't you grab a hot shower and wind down? I have some work I need to finish while you do."
Lorelai noticed the accounting ledger and receipts spread out on the kitchen table. She was relieved that he had some tasks to attend to while she repaired her appearance.
"That would be great," she agreed. The small mountain of paperwork looked like it would take time to sift through. At least she wouldn't be keeping him waiting on her.
She gestured him back to the table and headed towards the bathroom. As she passed by the half-open closet door, she spied something and quickly reached in and grabbed it before Luke noticed.
She nearly shrieked in despair when she finally got a look at herself. Her hair was all wet and tangled and her mascara had run making her look like a raccoon. Oh yeah she thought, that's attractive. She turned on the hot water and jumped in, quickly scrubbed her face and body then washed her hair, grateful that she had ferried over more of her personal toiletries a couple of days ago in case she needed them. Luke had not said a word when she had put them in the bathroom. This was her first opportunity to use them.
She towel-dried her body and dressed then partially dried her hair, smoothing it into some semblance of order. She checked her appearance in the mirror and decided she decided she looked one hundred percent better. She hung her clothes up over the shower rod to dry.
As Lorelai came out of the bathroom, she saw Luke shut the ledger and push away from the table apparently finished. She noticed he was rolling his head in circles trying to ease the strain. She moved towards him, hands outstretched as if almost magnetically pulled to put her hands on his shoulders and release the tension.
Luke jumped a little, startled by the sudden contact then relaxed as he felt her kneading his neck and shoulders.
"Hmmm," he said eyes half closed. "That feels good."
Lorelai smiled but did not reply. She hoped he was getting as much enjoyment receiving her attentions as she was giving them. Her fingers splayed and worked into the muscles, not too hard, but with enough pressure to release the tension.
She continued working her hands in a pattern: from his neck to his shoulders to his upper back and back to his neck again. She leaned down, her cheek pressing up against his hair, her arms draped around his neck, loosely hugging him.
"Better?" she whispered in his ear.
Mmmm, hmmm," he replied bringing a hand up to lightly rub the forearm resting on his chest.
Lorelai hugged him briefly before moving around him to sit on his lap and began rubbing his upper chest.
Luke's eyebrows rose in surprise when he noticed what she was wearing.
"Nice shirt." She had put on one of his flannel shirts and looked sexy as hell in it. She'd had to roll up the sleeves to keep them from flopping down over her hands. He looked admiringly at her long bare legs.
"I couldn't resist," she explained. The shirt was so typically Luke, big and comfortable and when she saw it, she knew she had to wear it. "I hope you don't mind."
"Help yourself to whatever you want," he shrugged giving her a lopsided grin.
"Ooh that leaves things open to interpretation," she giggled as she leaned up and began nuzzling his neck.
Luke went deathly still, his breath halted. This was the first real sign that his plan was actually working. He'd been secretly pleased when she had brought some of her personal articles over but she'd always held back initially when they were in bed together. It was uppermost in his mind that he'd always made the first move. Yet here she was taking the initiative, placing nibbling kisses on his neck before sucking on his earlobe. As she thrust her tongue in his ear she could feel his heart rate pick up. She leaned back and smiled at him.
"Hi, there," she said in a husky voice.
"Hi," he breathed, uncertain, not wanting to say or do anything to stop the phenomenon that was currently happening.
Lorelai lightly traced her fingertips down his chest to his stomach and back up again. Luke laid his hand on her bare thigh and rubbed it familiarly. Her smile grew bigger at that and that encouraged both of them to continue.
Lorelai's fingers worked their way down to his stomach again, feeling the muscles leap under her fingers; Luke slid his hand up under her shirt to rest on her bare hip. He'd already suspected she was naked under the shirt and his own grin got bigger having his hunch confirmed.
Lorelai encountered the hem of Luke's t-shirt and slipped her hands underneath it. She worked her way back up his torso, this time easing the shirt up too. She captured his mouth with hers.
"Do you want to go to bed?" he murmured against her lips.
Lorelai sucked his lower lip into her mouth, tugged it sensually and slowly pulled away. "Uh-uh," she replied. "We're fine right here." She leaned back and drew the t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
"Just checking," he said as the shirt came off. "Wasn't sure how you felt about breaking the rules."
"Oh we're just bending them a little," she said as she wiggled a little closer on his lap, feeling him growing harder against her hip. "Which is fine. They're more like guidelines anyway."
Luke's hand slipped around to cup her ass and bring her closer then slid back down her thigh. His fingers moved up to the buttons on her shirt. The buttons slipped out of the well-worn buttonholes easily and he separated the soft flannel, seeing her shiver as he did. He brushed it off one shoulder and began kissing her neck, his hand fondling her breast.
"Wait," she said breathlessly as she pulled away from him. She got up off his lap.
"What?" he asked hoping she wasn't changing her mind.
"Raise up a little."
He put his hand beneath him on the seat of the chair and lifted himself up a few inches. Lorelai immediately went for his sweatpants, tugging them and his boxers off. He sat back on the chair and she swung a leg over both of his, straddling him.
"Was this what you had in mind?" he asked as he brushed the shirt off the other shoulder. Since her hands were raised and exploring his torso, he couldn't slip it off so it remained loosely draped around her
"Yes, now you've discovered my evil plan," she said impishly. "Just relax. I think you'll like this."
"I already like it," he assured her.
"I can tell," she said, watching him grow harder, "from little Luke here." She cocked her head, considering. "Hmmm, we need to come up with a better name for him than that," she decided running her fingertip along the underside. He twitched in reaction. "And 'little' isn't really accurate and does nothing for his ego." He couldn't believe it: she was sitting on his lap, driving him crazy and calmly petting him trying to come up with a name for—.
"You are NOT naming my dick," Luke declared breathlessly.
"Aww why not?" she pouted. "Then we can talk about him freely in the diner." Her hand moved downward. "No one will know. Oooh it'll be like talking in code!"
"Lorelai," he admonished but his voice held no conviction. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to think let alone speak when she was fondling him like she was. She had moved on from petting; her hand closed around him and stroked his shaft.
"Jeez, I was kidding, stop being such a grouch," she mock-complained then grinned at him like a maniac. "That's it! Oscar! Oscar the Grouch! It's perfect!" she cried. "I've discovered the secret of why you've always been so grumpy: you haven't been getting any!" Lorelai speculated then immediately shot down her own theory. "Well you weren't. You gotta admit Oscar has not been suffering from a lack of attention, lately" she pointed out.
"Lorelai," he warned.
"Hmmm, too bad I already named your toolbox Bert," she mused as her hand cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm. "Bert and Ernie would've been good names for you two."
"Lor-AH-lai!" he ground out. He was helpless as she expertly roused him. God, her hands on him felt so incredible.
She didn't reply with words. She grabbed the back of the chair to give herself the leverage she needed and slid her lower body against his. She leaned forward, kissing his chest and he groaned as the wisps of her hair tickled and teased him. Coupled with the licking kisses that she dropped here and there, he surrendered.
Knowing he was willing to go along with whatever she had planned, she scooted up even further until his throbbing erection was lying against her belly. She looked deeply into his eyes and his breath caught at the wicked gleam he saw in them.
She reached around him with her left hand to grab the back of the chair; her right closed around his shaft again and stroked him in an upward motion. She gave him a lusty grin—and then undulated against him, rotating her hips.
Luke gasped as he was bombarded by the sensations. Her hand was stroking him, her belly moving against him in the most arousing way, her hardened nipples were lightly brushing up against his chest. His hands found there way back to her ass, cupping it, massaging it, helping her to wriggle back and forth over his lap and torso.
She was relentless, grinding against him, sending him higher, blotting every thought out of his mind except being inside her. She was there in that paradise with him, reveling at the touch of his hands acquainted with her sensitive spots, delighting in the jolts of pleasure as she brushed up against his body.
Finally he cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes and she knew that it was time.
She managed to lift herself above him and guided him to her entrance. Their eyes locked and both were panting. She rubbed his tip against her opening, turned on by the sudden groan that was torn from him. With a soft whimper, she sank down on him to the hilt.
Luke's mouth dropped open and his breath expelled in a rush. Lorelai hung onto the chair using it to help her coordinate her plunges up and down, riding him so deliciously.
Luke was thrusting up inside her, his body dissolving in pleasure from the feeling of her contracting and releasing around him. They moved together in an easy rhythm, teasing each other. Lorelai arched her back and he managed to capture a nipple between his lips and sucked at it hard.
Moaning, Lorelai threw her head back as she spasmed around him. The feeling was so intense. A few seconds later, she felt the first of several powerful spurts as Luke went over the edge too.
They rode out their pleasure to the very last pulsating heartbeat. Lorelai had wrapped her arms around Luke's head and neck. His face was pressed into her chest. She rested her chin on the top of his head as the last tremors raced through her body. She couldn't control her shaky breathing.
Luke's hands were holding her tightly against his body. After a moment, he caressed her back, bringing one of his hands around to slip up behind her neck and bring her lips down to his for a searing kiss.
"That was amazing," he said softly.
"You ain't just whistling Dixie, Jack," Lorelai said right back at him. "God, I don't think I can even move." She didn't want to be parted from him.
"Don't worry, I've got it covered," Luke replied. Demonstrating a strength she didn't know he possessed, he managed to stand with them still joined. She locked her legs around his hips as he carefully walked them over to the bed. As he bent over to lower her down, he planted a hand on the mattress and braced himself to gently ease them down.
"Wow," Lorelai said impressed. "And here I thought I wore you out."
Luke chuckled. "No, but we just have to pace ourselves. Although I may not be able to walk by the time the month is up," he joked as he nuzzled her neck.
Unseen, Lorelai's brow knitted and she wasn't sure why. When he leaned back she smiled at him and ran her hands over his shoulders and back.
She sighed. "Time to go to sleep?"
"Okay." He withdrew from her and disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes then turned out the lights before slipping in beside her. He pulled her close and as they both got comfortable, he relaxed into sleep.
Lorelai lay with her head on his chest, thinking.
"Well Lorelai, I'm surprised to see you. I didn't think you'd show up," Emily said loftily. "I've been leaving you messages all week and you've never bothered to return them."
Rory looked at her mother in sympathy. When her grandmother started in on her mother, her mother usually suffered.
"I'm sorry Mom," Lorelai apologized as she sat down next to Rory. "I've been busy with the Inn. Michel works and Sookie has the baby to tend to right now so I'm stuck running all over the place practically day and night. I'm working very late then up early every day."
"Nothing like a little hard work," Richard said handing her a drink. "It's hard starting a business particularly in this day and age."
"Well if you are so busy you should hire an assistant," Emily decided. "Although I have to admit, it agrees with you," she said studying her daughter. "For someone as harried as you claim to be, you appear to be in the bloom of health."
Rory studied her mother again. Her mother had always been beautiful but now she seemed even more so. She also noticed that her mother did have a relaxed, contented air about her which made no sense considering her hectic schedule. It was odd how she could never catch her mother on the phone anymore not even on her cell. With the way things were going at school, she would have no opportunity to go home to Stars Hollow and find out why.
"Yeah, Mom," Rory decided to put in her two cents, "you're glowing."
Glowing? Red flags immediately sprang up in her mind. She inwardly cringed realizing it was what was going on with Luke that had done this to her. If it was visible to Rory and her mother, then it would soon be visible to the rest of the town and maybe even Luke himself…. The last thing she needed at this point was idle speculation.
As the conversation turned to Rory and her demanding schedule at Yale, Lorelai wondered if or what she could do to camouflage her well-being so she wouldn't arouse anymore suspicions. She needed to figure out what she wanted and if Luke wanted the same thing.
She'd have to feel him out. Dirty! Her mind screamed.
Until she knew for certain if they were going to have a relationship, she needed to be aware.
tbc
A/N: Yes I named Luke's dick LOL and I know I am not the first one to do it. Consider it a nod to outtabreath and her terrific stories but obviously could not use the same name. If you haven't read them, check them out on the BWR.