Just a dirty little ditty for your Sunday reading pleasure. All I can say is, after those kisses, there would not have been enough cheesecake in the world to get me out of that door… I had to give Lorelai a bit of a wardrobe change. I hope that you don't mind. But really, the man was cooking her dinner; the least she could do was wear his favorite skirt.

A Private Party

"What are they doing in there?" Luke growled.

"Um, fighting?"

"And how long can you fight in an eight by ten room?"

Lorelai grinned and said, "Well, maybe they're not fighting. Maybe they're having angry make-up sex."

"Now that makes me feel much better, thank you," Luke said as he rolled his eyes. "Sorry about dinner," he added in a softer tone.

"Aw, dinner was great. It was delicious and interactive," Lorelai said as she gestured to the bathroom door.

Luke sighed and patted her hand. "Okay, I don't know how long this is going to continue."

"Well, we could set fire to the place. Smoke 'em out," she suggested.

"Listen, you don't have to sit here. I'll deal with this. You go home."

Lorelai frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Yep," Luke said, resigned. He stood up and walked over to the counter. "They are my family, yippee. I'll deal with it." He took out a plastic container and placed an entire cheese cake inside. When he turned, Lorelai was shrugging into her jacket. He held out the container and said, "You take this and go home, and we will try again tomorrow."

Lorelai grinned as her eyes widened. "Wow! My own cheesecake. No man's ever given me a whole cheesecake before," she cooed as she took the container from him.

"You remember that," Luke said in a low husky voice, still advancing on her. He stepped into her and pulled her to him, kissing her softly.

"Mm-hmm," Lorelai hummed as they kissed. She pulled away and looked into his eyes as she said, "Hey, maybe when I get home I'll stir something, seeing as I'm so good at it." Luke hushed her by kissing her again, his lips lingering on hers as he breathed in deeply. "Thanks for dinner," Lorelai murmured against his lips.

This time the kiss was soft and sensual as they melted into each other. Luke's fingers pressed into her back as he angled his head, taking more.

"Thank you for not being related to me," he said in a hoarse voice. When Lorelai snickered, he muttered, "That came out wrong."

"No, I got it," she answered with a happy smile as he began walking her backwards toward the door. "Goodnight," Lorelai whispered before going in for one more taste.

"'Night," Luke answered, still not letting her go. When Lorelai's back hit the door, he leaned into her, pressing her up against it and kissing her passionately. He braced one hand on the frosted glass as he ducked his head and nipped at her neck. "I had plans," he growled.

"Plans?" Lorelai asked breathlessly.

"Yes," he whispered soft and low. His tongue traced the shell of her ear as his other hand slid down to the hem of her short black skirt. "I don't want you to go," he said as he drew her ear lobe into his mouth, his hand caressing her thigh.

"This was all just some elaborate seduction scene?" Lorelai asked, tilting her head to grant him better access to her neck.

"Yes," he said in a low dangerous rumble.

The loud voices coming from the bathroom faded as the blood rushed in her ears. "What were you going to do with me?" she asked breathlessly.

Luke's hand slid a little higher on her thigh. "All sorts of things." He drew on the soft skin just beneath her ear. "Planned on serving that cheesecake in bed."

The breath rushed from her lungs as he ground against her, his arousal evident through the thin material of her skirt. "Now you're just teasing me, cruel man."

"Will you think about me?" he asked softly. Luke trailed tiny kisses along her jaw. "I'll be thinking about you."

"Oh God," Lorelai said as she twisted the doorknob and pushed him back. "You are so bad." She managed to get the door open a crack, and Luke raised his eyebrows challengingly.

Lorelai gave him another shove and he stepped back, allowing her to open the door. Lorelai grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the hallway with her. "Close the door," she ordered.

When Luke closed the apartment door and turned back to her, he found her staring at the container in her hand indecisively. Finally, she placed it carefully on the floor with a slight nod. Lorelai stood up again and used the momentum of her body to push him back against the doorframe. She kissed him hard and hot, her tongue tangling with his as her fingers fisted in his hair. She tore her lips from his, kissing her way across his stubbly jaw and down to his neck. "Tell me," she whispered urgently.

"What?" he asked.

"Tell me everything you want to do to me," she ordered as she pressed into his sinuously.

A breathy laugh escaped his lips. "Don't you know by now?"

"Tell me so I can dream about you."

Luke wrapped his hand around her waist and pushed off of the doorframe, turning until her back was up against the wall. "How 'bout I show you instead?"

"Here?"

"Let me know if the yelling stops," he said with a nod. He kissed her again, his lips hard and demanding as his tongue plundered her mouth. His hands were everywhere; stroking her leg, skimming the curve of her waist, slipping under her jacket to caress her breasts through that clingy red top that had been driving him wild all night.

"Oh, God, Luke," Lorelai managed to squeak as she gasped for air. "Yes. Here, now," she panted.

"I love this skirt," he said in a ragged voice. He slid both hands under it, caressing the backs of her thighs, pulling the material up higher as he worked his way to her ass. He ground against her and whispered in her ear, "But I always imagine it with nothing underneath."

"Sorry," Lorelai murmured as her slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties.

"Nah, if I knew that you did that, my head would probably explode," he said with a soft chuckle.

"Maybe next time," Lorelai said as he sucked hard on curve of her neck. He scrapped his teeth over her collarbone as he squeezed her ass and she moaned aloud.

He kissed her again, drawing her lips against his slowly, teasing her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Luke slipped one finger under the elastic leg of her panties, shifting to the side and pressing his erection into her hip as his finger traced a line of fire along the front of her thigh. "You like this," he said in a soft seductive voice. "You're excited."

"Yes," Lorelai confessed.

"Should I make love to you here? Up against this wall?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yes."

His breath was hot, washing over her ear and sending tingles down her spine. He brushed his finger against the curls at the top of her leg and groaned when he felt the damp heat emanating from her. "I want to," he rasped. Luke pressed his finger against her and Lorelai shifted, parting her legs as she pressed her head back against the wall. Luke stroked her softly, his finger barely parting her damp folds as he teased her. "I wanna be inside you," he said in the barest whisper.

Lorelai whimpered softly, her fingers curling into his shoulder as he parted her, finding her wet with desire. "I want you," she said desperately.

"Tomorrow," he promised.

"Now."

Luke pressed his finger to her entrance, watching as she licked her lips in anticipation. He thrust his finger into her, and she cried out in a mixture of relief and frustration. "So wet," he murmured against her ear.

"Yes, oh yes," she moaned.

"Will you think about me tonight?"

"Yes, yes."

The voices that carried from the apartment were suddenly quiet and Luke froze, his breathing labored as he listened carefully. "Please, no," he muttered. When they heard Liz screech in a whole new octave, Luke pressed his lips to Lorelai's and kissed her heatedly, his finger stroking her hard and fast as his thumb brushed teasingly over her clit.

"Luke," Lorelai gasped.

"I want you to think about me tonight, Lorelai," he rasped as their breath mingled. "I want you to eat that cheesecake in bed and think about all the things I want to do with you."

"I'm, oh!"

Luke curled his finger inside of her, stroking her walls with each thrust. "I had plans," he said low and soft.

Lorelai felt the heat of her climax coiling inside of her. "Please," she whispered.

Luke squeezed her ass hard as he drove her up. "I planned to have you naked in my bed. I planned to love you until you begged me to stop. I planned to have you, Lorelai."

"Luke!" she cried, his name echoing in the hallway. Her orgasm slammed into her, wracking her with spasms of pleasure so intense, she prayed that they would never stop as much as she feared that they would go on forever. She whispered his name over and over again as he continued to stroke her, bring her back to earth gently.

"You're mine, and tomorrow I will have you," he whispered low and soft in her ear.

"Yes."

He slid his finger from her and smoothed her panties back into place. Luke tugged at the hem of her skirt, pulling it back down to its proper length as she sagged bonelessly against the wood paneled wall. "I love this skirt," he said in a deep throaty voice.

"Me too," Lorelai breathed. She opened her eyes and blinked at him lazily. "I love that you love it."

Luke kissed her softly, letting his lips slide over hers and catching her breath as she tried to slow her hammering heart. "I got a little carried away with the kissing," he confessed as he rubbed his scruffy cheek against her soft smooth one.

"A little," Lorelai said with a smile.

"You didn't seem to mind."

"Not at all," she purred. "Rory's going back to Yale tomorrow. You'll come over?"

"Try to stop me."

"Never."

Luke smiled ruefully as he cocked his head and listened to the sound of Liz and TJ still arguing in his bathroom. "I should probably let you go home now."

Lorelai sighed and said, "I wanna stay with you."

"I know," he said in a voice laced with regret. "Tomorrow," he whispered.

Lorelai nodded as she straightened up, smoothing her hands over her rumpled skirt. Luke stepped back and bent down to pick up the container of cheesecake. Lorelai took it with a smug smile and then kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thank you," she said softly.

"My pleasure," Luke assured her with a naughty lift of his eyebrows.

Lorelai giggled as the voices inside the apartment grew louder, and suddenly the door was flung open.

"I can't think here!" TJ proclaimed loudly.

"TJ come back here!" Liz cried as she hurried through the apartment.

"No, no! You should go find somewhere you can think," Luke said quickly.

"TJ, we are not done discussing this," Liz said as she pulled on his arm, tugging him back toward the apartment.

"No, he should go," Luke said as he pulled on TJ's other arm.

"What is this? A tug-war?" TJ asked as he shook his head.

"I'll just leave you two to fight over him," Lorelai said as she stepped past them. She turned her head and whispered in Luke's ear. "I'm glad I'm not related to you too. I'll dream about you."

Luke released TJ's arm and turned to watch her as she walked down the stairs. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he motioned to the apartment. "Fine, have at it!" he said as he threw his arms up in frustration.

Lorelai smiled and blew a kiss to him as she held the curtain back to step through. Luke nodded once and lifted his hand in a half wave as he called, "Tomorrow."

With a nod, Lorelai stepped through and the curtain swished back into place. Luke turned back to his apartment and warned, "TJ, you say escrow one more time…" as he slammed the door behind him.