Lorelai stayed in place for a while until the sound of his truck was long gone then she dragged herself through her morning routine, showered and dressed and hurried to work. All day there she kept a low profile, eating a quiet lunch with Sookie on the heated porch then escaping back to her office to look after the mundane paperwork of the Inn. By the time it came to leave she pulled on her coat and went into the kitchen to find Sookie knee deep in menu arrangements. She bid her goodbye and took off in her jeep daring herself to drive through town and past the diner. The lights were on and she spotted Luke leaning at the end of the counter with the paper in front of him. He was eating an apple and flipped quickly through the pages in a way that showed he wasn't really reading it. She was tempted to go into him but after their altercation that morning she decided against it. Instead she drove home. She opened a beer and ran a bath then ordered a pizza and turned on the tv. A quiet night, home alone, like she had craved in the past when Chris was living here. But now, she looked over her shoulder at every sound and wondered if she would manage to get to sleep tonight.
Meanwhile Luke paced his apartment. He closed the diner late, hoping she would come in after work but she never showed. Now he wondered if he should call around. He knew she was scared to be alone, he knew she was having trouble sleeping but he needed her to call him. Show him she needed him, not just any warm body. He wasn't prepared to dole out punishment to her for something she had no control over. He didn't want to be just a fuck for her. He shocked himself with that revelation and paused in his pacing. Luke patted his pockets and found his keys then grabbed his jacket and hurried out to his truck.
When Lorelai heard a car pulling up outside her house a bubble of hope rose up from her toes. She hurried up to the door and pulled it open but as Chris stepped onto her porch she tried to close it over again. Then behind him her mother appeared and she was frozen in place.
"Lorelai!" her mother wailed as Lorelai tried to close the door.
"What do you want?!" she screeched back, not caring that the neighbors could hear.
"I want you to invite us in, and sit down to talk through this."
"Talk through this?" Lorelai laughed mirthlessly. "Talk through how he raped me?"
"Lorelai!" her mother admonished her but Lorelai just turned away.
"Go home, both of you." She tried to close the door behind her but Chris stopped it from slamming and followed her into the house, her mother hot on his heels. "If you don't leave, I will be calling the police."
"Lor, please. Can we just talk?"
"Lorelai, listen to him!" her mother spoke sharply.
"For god's sake!" Lorelai implored. "I'm not interested in listening to you, or him. It's over."
"It's not over," Chris said and he reached out to grab her arm. "You need to listen to me."
"No, she doesn't."
Everyone turned to see Luke standing in the doorway and Lorelai took the opportunity to shake her arm free of Chris's grasp and step away from him. Luke's feet were planted and his arms were down by his sides, hands balled into tight fists as he stared at Chris with fire of fury in his eyes.
"This is none of your business," Chris said over his shoulder then turned back to Lorelai but Luke took no heed and walked into the room. He stood in front of Lorelai, physically putting himself between her and the others.
"I'm making it my business." His voice was low and dangerous. "And I'm saying you both need to leave."
"Who do you think you are?" her mother said, shrill anger diluting her tone.
"I'm her friend. Which is more than you can say."
"Why I never-"
"Well now you do, so leave." Luke stepped back, reaching behind himself to be sure Lorelai was still there and pulled her against him. Her hands were on his sides, gripping bunches of his shirt to hold him in place, and her forehead rested against his back between his shoulder blades. Luke stared between Chris and her mother and the long silence started to get heavy with tension until finally Lorelai's mother grabbed Chris's arm and pulled him back.
"Lorelai, your father and I want you to come to dinner tomorrow night." She got to the door and brushed down the front of her coat. "Dinner will be served at 7."
Lorelai peeked out from behind Luke and frowned at her mother, inviting her to dinner like this situation had never happened. When the door closed she sagged a little against Luke and he stood unmoving offering her all the support she needed. When her arms snaked around him and she hugged him from behind, he turned in the circle of her arms and held her close, one arm across her shoulders, the other cradled her head to his chest..
"Lorelai, I'm sorry."
"Shhh," she said, thinking he meant what happened that morning.
"No Lorelai, listen to me." He gripped her shoulders and held her away from him then took a deep breath and released it with puffy cheeks. "Come here, sit down." he guided her over to the couch and pushed her into the cushions then followed and sat right next to her. "That night…when you and he…the night you told me about."
"Yeah."
"You said he came home with bruises on his face."
"Yeah."
"That was me."
"What?"
"I was coming home from Liz's. We had a family dinner and swapped gifts as she was going to TJ's family for christmas."
"Luke…"
"Anyway I was parking outside the diner and I saw him." Luke took another breath. "He saw me and I dunno what happened… he just started for me."
"What?"
"I went for him too." He ducked his head away from her confused gaze. "Something in me snapped. Seeing him with you, seeing him in town, just knowing he was giving you what I couldn't. It was driving me insane and when I saw him that night…I snapped."
"Why that night?"
"Doula."
"Huh?"
"Remember how I met you outside the market with Doula, and you picked her up, and held her, and you were standing there next to me and I thought wow, this is what I missed out on. Not just you, not just being with you, being married to you but the whole package. I thought I had protected myself enough. I thought I had managed to block out all the emotion when it came to you, but it all came flooding back and I broke."
"You broke."
"My heart did." He glanced up at her and saw her expression soften. "I guess something in him snapped too."
"You fought him? In the street?"
"Well no, in the square." He shrugged. "I mean it wasn't exactly a boxing match. Nothing about this was coordinated but we each landed a few hits."
"Luke, why are you telling me this?"
"Because, I can't help but wonder…I can't help but wonder that I hadn't riled him up before he came back here, back to you."
"Luke!"
"Maybe if I had just walked away that night in the square-"
"Luke, stop!" she all but shouted at him. She tugged his shoulder and pulled him to face her. "What Chris did, was his own doing."
"It was?" he said casting her a sideways glance.
"Yes!" she implored and tightened her grip on his arm. "Of course it was, nothing you said or did to him excuses his act."
"What about you?" he asked and he looked at her turning his body a little more to face her, confront her. Too late Lorelai realised what he had done, how he had gotten her to blame only Chris for his actions. "You realise that if my actions had no part in it, neither did yours."
Lorelai nodded her head slowly. "I'm beginning to understand that."
"Good." Luke watched her for a moment then dropped his gaze before he continued. "Lorelai…I'm sorry."
"About?"
"This morning."
"Luke, don't. I'm the one who should be apologizing."
"I shouldn't have said what I said, I should have given you space."
"Luke," she said with a chuckle. "If I recall correctly, you tried to give me space, and I pulled you back." Luke chuckled with her and a soft blush colored his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I tried to push you into something neither of us were ready for."
"How about we just forget it happened?" he offered but she frowned and shook her head a little. "What?"
"I don't want to forget it," she said simply. "I don't want to forget anything I shared with you."
"Lorelai, you need time-"
"No, I've already had too much time. What I need now is you."
Luke couldn't help the smile that curved his lips and he pulled her into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head and held her tight against him. They stayed like that for a long time and she relished the warmth from his body seeping into hers. After a while she pushed away and sat up.
"But I think you are right. I think we should take it slow."
"It?" he questioned, needing to know exactly what they were talking about.
"This, you, me, us."
"Us."
"That is, if that's what you want."
"It is, it is what I want." He spoke quickly and she smiled at his haste.
"Me too." She reached up and kissed his cheek.
For a moment he said nothing but that pesky moral voice in the back of his head wouldn't stop. "Lorelai…" he said quietly and she turned her head to look up at him with a tired but warm smile. "You're married."
Her smile fell and she looked away. Her fingers connected between her knees and she took a few deep breaths ten nodded her head and looked at him sideways. "Yeah, but not for long."
"I think we should take it slow." He said, and rested a hand on her back, reassuring her he was still there.
"Slow, good." she smiled a little but it wasn't the warm smile she wore before. "Me too."
"Good." He tugged her elbow to get her to face him then pulled her closer to hug her tightly and kissed the top of her head and when she yawned not for the first time, Luke sat up with her and rubbed her shoulders. "You should go up to bed, and I should go home."
"Stay," she urged quietly.
"I shouldn't, we need to take it slow, remember?"
"Not that slow!" she said with a soft chuckle.
"I want to do this right Lorelai."
"Okay. Me too." They both stood and she walked him to the door. In the hallway before he opened the door he cupped her face in his hands and held her still as he looked down at her and studied her features. He lowered his head and kissed her tenderly, his lips brushed hers softly and he tried desperately not to deepen it. But she had no such reservations. Her arms came up his back and her hands gripped his shoulders as she stood on tiptoes and parted her lips. Her tongue met his in soft slow caresses and when she moaned into his mouth he reciprocated by walking her backwards and pushing her against the wall. His body held hers in place and his hands moved down her sides to her hips and gripped her tightly.
"This isn't the slow pace I had anticipated." he uttered, breaking his lips from her long enough to breathe.
"We should…"
"Stop?"
"Go upstairs."
Luke chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again, this time keeping his lips together, holding hers in place then placed both hands on the wall behind her head and moved back away far enough to not be touching her. "I'm going to leave."
"You sure?"
"No." He kissed her again and this time moved right back, keeping a few meters between them. "But I'm still going."
"Ok." she smiled and opened the door for him. "Thanks Luke."
"You'll call me?" he asked, holding the door with one hand to stop her from closing it. "If anything happens, or if nothing happens and you just need to talk…just call me?"
"I will."
"See you tomorrow Lorelai." He proffered a soft kiss on her cheek then smiled and left.
Lorelai closed the door softly in his wake then went up to her room and climbed into bed. The evening washed over her in series of memories. Each one vivid and strong, eliciting such different emotions but the one that stayed with her the most was of sitting with Luke on the couch. His arms around her protectively holding her close. She closed her eyes with a smile and thought of his arms, his heat, his lips as slumber claimed her.
In the morning Lorelei woke and her first thought was where Luke might be. She looked at the bathroom but saw the door open and the light off and only then remembered he left the night before and was even more surprised that she managed to get some sleep. She climbed out of bed with a smile and showered and dressed quickly, eager to get to the diner before work.
Once there she claimed a spot at the end of the counter and waited for Luke to come over. When he did they both smiled at each other like teenagers. Luke looked away first, reached for a mug and poured her a cup of coffee and she took it from his hands, making sure her fingers brushed his in doing so.
"Breakfast?"
"Pancakes."
Luke nodded then went into the kitchen to place her order and worked around the diner tending to the other customers. Later when he delivered her pancakes he stayed next to her and leaned on the counter to offer what he was about to say as much privacy as he could. "You sleep ok?" Lorelai nodded. "Good."
"You?"
Luke shrugged. "Not as well as I did the night before." Lorelai covered his hand on the counter with her own and squeezed his fingers. But when a customer came up to the till he moved away to take their payment. The customers kept him busy for the rest of her stay and it was with great reluctance that she needed to get up and leave for work. She met him by the till and she paid for her food but before she left he leaned over the top of the till. "Do you come by for dinner later?"
"In the diner?"
"I was thinking more like upstairs."
"Yeah?" she smiled.
"Cesar is closing tonight, because he wants time off to go to the ball on Saturday."
"Won't you be closed on saturday?"
"Yeah, but I didn't tell him that."
"So you're cooking for me?"
"That was the plan."
"Okay. 7?"
"Perfect. Come right on up when you get here."
Lorelai nodded then waved and left the diner, a spring in her step that had been missing for quite some time. As she walked through the Inn and met Sookie in the kitchen to get some coffee her friend commented on her demeanor.
"You're mood has improved."
"Everything has improved." She sipped her coffee and leaned against the counter as Sookie focused on chopping veg for the lunch menu.
"What happened?"
"Chris came by."
"What?" Sookie dropped the knife and turned to face her friend a deep frown etched on her face. "You made up with Chris?"
"What? No! God no. Luke."
"What?" Sookie's voice raised another octave. "What about Luke?"
"I made up with Luke."
"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore…what the hell has been going on?" Lorelai laughed and patted her friend on the shoulder. She urged sookie to sit down and proceeded to tell her everything that had happened in the last few days with Luke and by the end Sookie was smiling and clapping her hands gleefully. "I knew it!"
"Stop, you knew nothing!" Lorelai sipped her coffee.
"I knew you two were perfect for each other. I just knew it."
Lorelai laughed again. "We're having dinner Sookie, not getting married."
"Not yet anyway."
"Oh hush you," she said and she slapped her friend playfully.
"Just in time for the ball on Saturday too."
"As if Luke would even dream of going to that."
"Lorelai, with you on his arm Luke would do anything." Lorelai looked away hoping sookie wouldn't see the hope in her eyes. "When is Rory coming home?"
"Tomorrow."
"Then you should be home making up with Luke while you have the house to yourself," Sookie said with a laugh.
"I'm going to work now." Lorelai nudged her friend as she walked by and went into her office. She grabbed the phone book and rifled through the pages to get to the section she needed. She read the various ads and names and finally settled on the one that made her smile. "Balboa Solicitors - We'll fight for you!" she read as she dialed the number. She followed the infuriating recorded message to get through to the department she needed and finally got speaking to a lawyer.
After what felt like hours on the call, answering questions about names, dates, papers, and licenses Lorelai put the phone back on it's cradle and sank into her chair. The soft leather welcomed her weight and she slowly swiveled it around to face out the window. Her frown was etched onto her head but her heart, which hammered in her chest felt lighter than it has in a long time.
She glanced up at the clock and counted the hours until she would be able to see Luke again and wondered if she would be able to hold in her news for that long. Lorelai shook her head to refocus her thoughts, sat up straighter then turned back to her desk and tried to get back to work, all the while trying not to watch the clock until she could leave.
By quarter to seven Luke was showered, changed and had dinner almost ready. He eagerly awaited her arrival and found himself all but pacing. When he heard footsteps on the stairs outside his apartment he rushed over and pulled the door open just before she could knock.
"Come in," he said after she recovered from being startled by his sudden presence. When he closed the door behind her, he tugged on her jacket to take it off her and hung it on the rack next to his. "Cold out?"
"Freezing." she rubbed her hands together and he took them in his, raised them up to his mouth and blew hot air over them in an attempt to warm them up.
"Sit down over here, dinner is ready and it will warm you right up." He ushered her over to a chair and dished out a helping of beef & larger stew then sat next to her and passed her some bread rolls.
"This smells wonderful," she said as she leaned over it and inhaled deeply.
"Tastes pretty good too," he said with a smile that she quickly returned.
They are with companionable chatter and after Luke cleared the table as Lorelai poured them each another glass of wine. She carried them over to the couch and propped her feet up onto the coffee table, passing him his glass when he sat next to her, mirroring her pose. With their shoulders and hips touching, Luke basked in her presence and let out a contented sigh.
She reached a hand out to him and he took it, interlocking their fingers and kissed her knuckles before dropping it onto his lap. He glanced over at her and found her watching him with a smile.
"What?"
"I talked to Sookie today."
"Oh?"
"I told her about what's been happening."
"She knew about…"
"Yeah she knew about it." Lorelai coughed through her uneasiness and he squeezed her hand. "I told her about you, about everything you did for me. About Chris turning up again."
"And um…what did she say about..all that?"
"She was delighted about you. Delighted we were trying again."
"Good." Luke squeezed her hand again.
"She thinks the restraining order is a good idea." Lorelai sipped her wine. "I wonder what Rory will say."
"About the restraining order?"
"About everything."
They both fell into a heavy silence.
"What are you going to tell her?" he asked in a low hushed voice, as if he was afraid to hear her answer.
"I don't know." she spoke honestly and only after a long heavy silence.
Luke looked down at their interlocked hands, raised them up to his lips and kissed her knuckles then squeezed it tightly and lowered it back to his lap. She leaned towards him and dropped her head onto his shoulder and Luke rested his head against hers. He took in a deep shaky breath and released it slowly.
"It's getting late," he said when at the same time she opened her mouth and said "I need to tell you something."
"What…?" he asked and he sat up a little straighter sensing the serious tone in her voice.
"I called a divorce lawyer today."
"Oh, how did that go?" he asked, dreading her response. His mind flashed through various scenarios where the court would force her to live with Chris throughout the proceedings.
"Apparently, being in Paris and deciding to get married, does not actually equate to getting married."
"What?" He shook his head to banish his distracting worried and asked her to repeat what she had just said.
"To be married you need to get blood tests, and an official license."
"Didn't you get those in Paris?"
"No," she said and she looked away from his intense gaze. "It was all very last minute, on a whim kinda thing." Lorelai glanced up at him but his frown was too much so she looked away again.
"Didn't you sign anything at the ceremony?"
"I did, but it turned out to be the certificate of marriage, not actually the license."
"So that means…"
"It means that my mother and Christopher were trying to recreate the marriage here in the US, under the pretense of sharing our celebration with friends and family," Lorelai said with a scoff. "When all the while they were simply trying to make it official."
"Official," Luke repeated softly as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
"As in…"
"As in you're not married."
"Seemingly not."
"Geez…" Luke said and he sat back onto the couch and released a puff of air past his cheeks. "What in the world…"
"All this time I thought I was staying with him to save a marriage because I didn't want add to my ever increasing list of failures."
"Lorelai, don't say that," he said and he rested a hand on her leg reassuringly.
"It's true Luke. I fail. A lot. It's the one thing I consistently succeed at. Failing."
"Stop." He rolled towards her, his shoulder against the back of the couch and he tucked one leg under himself to get it out of the way.
"Anyway, the lawyers said it's not uncommon, there is a disqualification letter I can get for the certificate and that it."
"No inky thumb," he said softly and she looked up at him in surprise.
"Sorry, I didn't mean-"
"I'm glad," he said cutting her off.
"Me too."
"So it's, getting late." he said again but she made no move to leave. "You can stay if you want." He felt her nodding her head against his shoulder. "We don't have to-"
"We do." she tugged on his hand and he looked up at her. "We do." Luke nodded and she leaned forward to kiss him.
Their kiss, what was meant to be soft and simple, soon became heated. Lorelai broke it long enough to put both of their glasses of wine onto the coffee table then gripped his shoulders and turned him to lie on his back on the couch then draped herself over him.
"I thought we were taking it slow," he murmured against her lips.
"Slow kissing."
She brushed his hair back and leaned down to kiss him more. Soft slow kisses across his lips, his cheeks, his jaw, suckled on his lobe and retraced her steps to the other ear. She came back to his mouth and kiss him again, still slow, still soft. His hands were on the top curve of her ass and his thumbs found their way under her top to the heated skin at the small of her back. She moved her body against his and he moaned into her mouth then rolled over so her back was to the couch and they lay side by side. Naturally one of her legs wrapped over his hip and he nestled against her comfortably.
"This feels like more than kissing."
"It feels good though, right?"
"Really good."
"Luke…" she looked up at him and smiled and he waited for her to continue. "I don't want to miss anything with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I want…" She shook her head and one of his hands came up to cup her cheek.
"What do you want Lorelai?" he whispered. "I'll give you anything you want, just ask me."
Lorelai smiled and leaned into him to kiss him again then buried her face into the crook of his neck and hugged him tightly. "I want to stay with you tonight." she said, her words muffled by his shoulder.
"Are you sure?" She nodded her head. "We can just sleep if you want, we don't need to do anything."
"Let's go to bed." she pushed him back and made him fall off the couch then giggled as she rolled over and stepped over him then hurried over towards his bed. Luke watched her go from his vantage point on the floor, moving only when she hopped onto his bed. He sat up and looked across the room at her as she lay back and sprawled across his duvet. Luke got up slowly then with measured steps moved over to where she was and lowered himself on the bed until he hovered over her.
"You are intoxicating." he said and he lowered his head to kiss her neck. Lorelai giggled and tried to pull him down on top of her but he resisted. "You said slow, I want to take this slow."
"Luke," she whined as her hands moved down his chest to grasp his belt buckle but he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away then lowered her body to pin her to the bed and moved her wrists high up on the pillow.
"Slow…we're going slow Lorelai."
She nodded her head and he shifted his body to the side to make the buttons on her blouse accessible then as promised, tantalizingly slowly he moved his hand down one by one and opened it. When he could, he moved it aside and looked down at the pale blue bra with the black lace trimming that covered her breasts and he reached up to caress each one, glancing up at her now and then to be sure she was still giving him the permission he desired. Her eyes were half closed over and she arched her back up towards him to press her breasts into his hands but it didn't deter him. He lowered his head and kissed the inside curve of each one, relishing the soft warm skin against his lips for as long as he could without the frantic need to rip off the flimsy material. She whimpered when he moved away but it was to move his hands down to her jeans and unbutton her there. She lifted her ass when he pulled her zipper down and Luke sat up to peel the stiff material down her legs and off her completely.
He stared agape at the matching panties she was wearing and slowly ran his hands up the inside of her legs to her mound, brushed her with his thumbs as he continued to move up, ignoring her soft moans, cupped her breasts then leaned over her again and kissed her. She parted her lips and pressed her tongue into his mouth in an effort to hurry up his antics but he pulled away, nuzzled her head to the side and suckled on the bottom of her neck. Her hands gripped his shoulders then came round to the front to undo the buttons on his shirt enough to pull it off over his head. He leaned up and kneeled over her long enough to yank it off completely and toss it over his shoulder then covered her with his body again. Lorelai gripped him tightly against her, arched her back to press her breasts against his bare chest and panted softly into his ear.
"Oh god I've missed you," he said not realizing he had said it aloud until he heard her soft gasp, then not caring that she had heard because it was the truth. "I missed your lips," he said and he kissed her tenderly. "I missed your neck," he uttered as he moved to the pulse point on her neck and licked it. "I missed your breasts…" he smiled wolfishly at her then lowered his head and kissed the inside of each breast. He moved lower still, his hands holding her in place. "This belly, this warm soft belly that should be studied," he nuzzled her navel then licked the rim and blew cold air over her damp skin. she giggled and squirmed beneath him and held her breath as he moved lower then moved to kneel in between her legs. "These long legs that go all the way up…" He gripped her ankle and lifted one leg to his face to kiss her instep then let his hands caress her leg all the way to the top and just when she thought he was going to caress her core he kneeled up again. Lorelai moaned in frustration but it only made him smile. "Can't forget the other leg."
"That would be leg-ist," she said breathlessly. He brought her other foot up to his face and repeated the same move, this time not moving away when he found his head right where they both wanted him to be.
"But this.."
"Yeah?"she giggled and delighted in the naughty smile he wore.
Luke lifted his head up enough to run his tongue along the band of her panties and she lifted her hips up to meet him but he gently pressed her back into the bed. "I missed this spot right here…" he tugged one side of her panties down and licked the inside crevice of her hip as far as he could reach. "Almost as much as I missed this one…" He did the same on the other side. "But not near as much as I missed this spot…" He tugged the front of her panties down and nuzzled her core with his nose, inhaling her arousal deeply and loving how the aroma tugged on his cock, making it twitch.
"Just so you know," Lorelai said breathlessly. Luke looked up to see her looking at him with a crooked smile. "It missed you too." he matched her smile then lowered his head and slowly but firmly pressed his tongue between her folds to caress her most sensitive nub making her cry out and her hips buck beneath him. Luke could stand no more of the teasing and he pulled her panties all the way down, loathing to step away from her even for the few seconds it took to rid her of them. He quickly returned to his spot and this time made no qualms about where he wanted to be. His hands cupped her ass and lifted her up to him as his tongue ran the very length of her, flat at first along her folds then pointed as he slipped between them and caressed her from within. Lorelai came hard, surprising them both with the speed and ferocity of her orgasm as she bucked beneath him and he tried his damnedest to keep her still.
"Oh god," she moaned as he licked her slowly, pulling her down from her high to settle on his bed, a molten puddle of warmth. He crawled over her and hovered above her, lay down to kiss her lips, catch the tail end of her panting and smiled.
"You ok?" he asked, trying not to smile as wide as his pride wanted to make him.
"That…took me by surprise."
"Both of us."
"So much for slow," she said with a giggle and she wrapped her arms around him to pull him down onto her fully.
"Well I'm not quite done with you yet," he murmured into her neck as his tongue came out to lick her trembling skin. His hands which were around her back undid her bra and came around to her front to pull it off her.
"Why Mr Danes, I do declare!"
Luke hushed her by taking one breast gruffly in one hand and the suckled the nipple of the other into his mouth making her gasp and lose her words. He switched it up and she ran her hands down his back to slip into the gap at the back of his jeans so her nails could scrape the top of his ass, encouraging him to press his erection into her. When he did she moaned against his ear and he pressed into her again.
"Lose the jeans."
"Yes ma'am."
Luke rolled off her and undid his jeans then struggled to take them off until he got off the bed and shucked them entirely. He stood next to the bed and looked down at her in his boxers and she pointed at them. "Those too."
One side of his lips curled up in a smile as he hooked his thumbs into the sides and pulled them down then kicked them aside and turned back to face her. Her eyes roamed over him appreciatively and she reached out to him with both hands to beckon him closer. Luke didn't hesitate to crawl up over her and covered her whole body with his. He was strong and heavy but she found it comforting as his arms engulfed her and his lips found the pulse point in her neck. But just as he started to move his hips against her she got this sudden feeling of being trapped. She pulled her arms out to the sides to grip the duvet and immediately Luke noticed a change in her demeanor. He lifted his head up and looked down at her with a frown, her tight expression made him stop moving.
"Lorelai?"
"It's ok, keep going."
"No, Lorelai, what's wrong?" He leaned even further back then rolled off her and propped himself up next to her.
"Sorry, I just felt a little…suffocated there."
"Oh god, I'm sorry!" He said and his hand rested on her stomach while the other brushed her hair back from her face.
"Forget it, come back to me." She tried to pull him back but he resisted.
"No, Lorelai, stop!" He pulled his arm away from her grip to stop her from tugging him back into place.
"Luke, I'm fine!"
"Lorelai I think-"
"No, don't think!" she pushed him onto his back and before he could stop her she straddled his hips. "Please don't stop what we're doing. This is what I want, this is what I need!" she rolled her hips against him, trapping his cock against her wet crotch and rubbing it in slow tight strokes. "Don't let him win."
Her words shot through him and he sat bolt upright. "Is that what this is?" he said, gripping her upper arms tighter than he meant to. "A revenge fuck?"
"Luke, No!" she tried to stop him but he lifted her off his lap and placed her onto the bed then climbed off the other side and quickly grabbed a pair of sweats from the chair in the corner. He pulled them on and only then turned to face her. "Luke, it's not like that, that's not what I meant."
"Tell me Lorelai, tell me what you mean…"
"I'm scared."
"Scared?" His voice had lost all the anger but he still stayed off the bed and away from her.
"Scared that I won't find my way back."
"Lorelai, please…" he implored as he covered his face with both hands. "No more riddles, tell me what you want!"
"YOU!" she shouted and she kneeled up on the bed, oblivious to her nakedness. "I want you god dammit." She slapped her balled up fists against her thighs. "I've always wanted you, Only you. And he knew it. Everyone knew it!" hot tears stung her eyes but she rubbed them away with the back of her hands. "So he took you from me. He hurt me in a way that will always be with me, especially when I'm with you." Her voice cracked with emotion but she refused to look away from him, refused to stop fighting for him. "I feel trapped and scared, I am suffocating under the pressure of trying to ignore what he did, push it away so I can be with you but it's there, always there. When you touch me, when you kiss me, when you lie over me. So when I say that I don't want to let him win, I mean that I need you to win, I need you to fight through this with me, for me, so that he won't matter any more and all that will be left is you. I need this Luke, I need you."
Luke stood stock still listening to her, his anger flared and subsided with equal intensity and by the time she stopped talking his heart was hammering in his chest, pumping blood through his ears in an erratic rhythm. He reached for her and pulled her into his arms, held her against him, with one hand cradling her head, the other around her waist. She cried openly on his shoulder and he swayed side to side until she was done. When finally her sobbing stopped and her breathing was steady he gently lay her back, tugged the duvet out from under her then stripped out of his sweats and climbed in beside her. She spooned back against him and he nestled her in as close as he could then kissed the back of her head and reached back to switch off the light.
