A/N: This is the first chapter that takes us into Rules of Engagement. It fits into Chapter 2 - Paper Cups, Twinkly Lights and Those Damn Coupons are Back Again. I will be out of town for a few days, so this will be my last update until next week. I hope that you enjoy it!
Forever
Luke walked up behind her, and pushed her hair to the side so that he could press soft kisses to the nape of her neck. Lorelai turned off the water, and he heard a soft moan escape from her lips as she dried her hands again. Moving to the soft flesh beneath her ear, he murmured against her skin, "Is this really happening?"
She slipped the ring back onto her finger and stared at it as she whispered, "Yes, this is really happening," before she turned in his arms. She looked him straight in the eye and softly said, "I'm so happy."
Tightening his hold on her, Luke smiled and said, "Me too. I keep thinking that maybe it's a dream."
"It's no dream," she assured him, holding up her hand and pointing to the ring. "See, I have proof," she teased. Luke kissed her heatedly, and she responded wholeheartedly. They broke from each other, panting for breath.
"You know what I want to do now?" he asked in a low, sexy voice.
She giggled and flirted with him, "You wanna watch TV?" she asked innocently.
"No," he responded with a wide smile. "I want to take my fiancée to bed," he growled in her ear.
Liking the way her new title sounded, she kissed him firmly and said, "Lucky for you, you have a fiancée who likes to be taken." Then, she gasped and giggled, "Dirty!"
Luke's smiled turned wolfish and he replied, "It probably will be," as he took her hand and led her to the stairs.
When they stepped into the room, Lorelai was suddenly nervous, twisting the ring on her finger, her eyes darting around the room. Luke picked up on her jitters and tried to keep things as normal as possible for her. He smiled and said, "Let's get ready for bed."
They brushed their teeth together at the sink, and then Luke left stepped out of the way to strip down to his boxers, while Lorelai washed and creamed her face. He leaned against the wall, quietly watching her nightly ritual. He loved watching her do these things, the normal, everyday, this is your life kind of stuff. By the time she finished rubbing the moisturizer into her skin, he could see that she had relaxed a little.
He wrapped his arms around her waist again, and smiled at her in the mirror. "Hey Slugger," he whispered in her ear, his hands slipping inside the hem of her t-shirt to massage her stomach.
"Watch it, mister," she teased. "I swing a killer bat!" she warned.
Luke snickered and murmured, "Me too," as he pressed kisses to her neck.
His hands slipped up to cup her breasts, and Lorelai made a soft purring sound in her throat. He lifted the shirt over her head, and she smirked and said, "Ha. Dirty! Look who's stealing second base."
Luke laughed and slid his fingers down to the waist band of her jeans saying, "I'm rounding second, heading for third."
"Think you can score?" she asked as she let her head fall back against his shoulder, watching his hands glide across her skin. He unhooked her bra and let it slide to the floor, his long fingers, enveloping her breasts, teasing her nipples.
Luke's eyes were riveted on their reflection, taking in the contrast between his tanned, work roughed hands and her creamy smooth skin. "God, I hope so," he breathed into her ear.
She smiled a little and said, "You're liking this. The mirror," she explained, gesturing toward their reflection.
"Mmm hmm," he hummed, pressing himself against her as he watched her nipples peak in the mirror. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. His hands slid slowly down her stomach. "Look. Look at me touching you," he said, wonder and arrogance warring in his voice. He unsnapped her jeans and began to ease them down her hips. When he caught sight of her pink, lace bikini panties in the mirror, his breath hitched. "So sexy, so beautiful," he murmured.
Lorelai stretched her arms up over her head and reached back to hold his head in place. Locking eyes with him in the mirror, she arched her back, granting him better access to her. Luke pushed her jeans down as far as her could reach, and then growled, "Off, take them off."
Lorelai dropped her arms and began reached down to remove the rest of her clothes, but Luke caught her hand and said, "Leave the panties for now."
Lorelai smiled and lifted an eyebrow at him. "Okay," she said softly.
Once she had kicked her jeans aside, she straightened up, and leaned back against his chest again. When she met his eyes, he smiled, and took her arms to lift them back up over her head. Her elbows bent and she reached back to bury her hands in his hair. He watched as the motion lifted her breasts and she arched her back. Slowly he slid the tips of his fingers down the valley between her breasts, savoring the view. His hands played across her again, palms flat, fingers spread wide, covering almost the entire expanse of her narrow waist. He traced the curve of her hip up, brushing her breasts as his hands spanned her rib cage, teasing her.
Growing anxious, Lorelai dropped her arms and reached to cover his hands with hers, guiding them back to take possession of her breasts. Luke breath caught and his eyes widened as he caught sight of the glint of her engagement ring, sparkling in the reflection. Lorelai smiled softly as she saw the same thing. "Look Luke," she said as she turned her ring to catch the light again. "Look, we're getting married," she said breathlessly.
"Yes," he said softly, nuzzling her neck, breathing in her scent.
"For the rest of our lives," she whispered as his hands continued to glide over her skin. "You and I will be together for the rest of our lives," she said with wonder and a tinge of fear in her voice.
"Yes," he said, never more sure of anything in his life. "Forever," he said as his hand pressed her hips back into him. He pressed his arousal to her, and toyed with the top of her panties. "I'll love you forever," he promised, burying his nose in her fragrant hair. He passed his fingers teasingly over the lacy material of her panties as he raised his head and looked up to meet her eyes in the reflection. "I'll want you forever," he rasped as his hand slid down into her panties.
"Oh, Luke," she sighed as his fingers caresses her soft curls, toying with her.
"Forever," he whispered as he dipped a finger down to part her folds.
"Forever," she murmured, and then whimpered when he abruptly removed his hand. "Luke," she began to protest.
He quickly pulled the panties down her legs and said, "They gotta go now." Lorelai reached behind her to tug at his boxers, which he removed as she stepped out of her panties. She met his eyes in the mirror as he pressed his arousal up against her ass, holding her tightly. She parted her legs a little in invitation, but Luke was distracted.
His eyes were focused on their reflection as he ran his hands over her heated skin, desperate to touch every part of her. Lorelai moaned with impatience and pushed her ass back against him. "Watch," he whispered. "Watch me love you," he commanded.
Lorelai stared transfixed as his hands roamed over her. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in pants. "Love me, Luke," she whispered. When his long fingers finally dipped back into her moist folds, Lorelai pressed her hips back against his cock, gyrating, seeking the friction she craved. He played his fingertips along her wet lips, teasing, tormenting her into a frenzy.
Slowly, deliberately, he plunged first one finger then another into her. Lorelai pressed her head back into his shoulder and arched up into his hand, closing her eyes. Luke was mesmerized by the sight of her, wanting, aching for him. "Look Lorelai," he whispered again. "I'm inside of you." She moaned and opened her eyes to watch his hand sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. He felt the tension begin to build as she clenched his fingers with her walls. "How long will I want you, Lorelai?" he asked.
"Forever," she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from their reflection.
"How long will I love you?" he asked.
"Forever," she ground out, feeling her orgasm coming.
"Watch, Lorelai," he whispered. "Watch while I make you come," he said, locking eyes with her in the mirror. He wrapped his arm around her to hold her up as her legs buckled beneath her. His fingers driving her higher and higher, Luke kept whispering and chanting in her ear. "Forever, Lorelai, forever."
As she toppled over the edge, he kissed her temple murmuring, "So beautiful, so beautiful to watch you come." He kissed her again and said, "I love that I can make you come. I love that you want me."
Lorelai opened her eyes and stared at him in the mirror. "Forever," she panted, trying to clear her head.
Luke reluctantly slid his fingers from her warmth, and slipped his arm beneath her knees and lifted her easily. Lorelai clung to him, pressing thousands of tiny kisses to his neck and shoulder as he carried her to the bed.
Luke leaned over her and kissed her passionately. When he tried to pull back, Lorelai held him there and whispered, "I love you."
He smiled and said, "For how long?"
She grinned and shrugged, "Oh, forever, I guess."
"Good," he said as he nipped at her throat. He grinned down at her and said, "That works out well."
As he slid down to kiss her breasts, she clung to his back and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I told you, I want to make love to my fiancée," he said as he drew her nipple into his mouth and drew on it gently.
"Could you," she started. "Would you just hold me for a minute, please?" she asked hesitantly.
Luke looked up at her, surprised. "Sure," he said as he lifted himself up and settled next to her, pulling her into his arms. "Are you okay?' he asked softly.
"This is huge," she whispered.
"Are you, uh, does that scare you?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes and no," she answered honestly.
"Okay," he said softly, "let's start with the 'yes' part."
"You mean, what scares me?" she asked.
"Yeah," he answered her, his heart pounding with fear.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I want to marry you. I want it more than anything," she said earnestly.
"Okay," he said, relieved.
"I guess it's the whole 'what if' thing. What if it doesn't work out? What if we make each other miserable?" she asked.
"I don't have answers for that," he said honestly. "I'm scared of those things too."
"You are?" she asked.
"Well, yeah, of course," he said with a laugh. "But, I guess that I am more scared of it never happening," he said quietly.
"Me too," she admitted. "That's the 'no' part."
They laid there in silence for a moment before Luke asked, "Lorelai, do you want to take some time, think it over?"
"There's nothing to think over," she whispered. "I love you. I want to marry you. I guess we just need to jump in, take the plunge," she said more confidently.
"So we do it?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Yes, we do it. We're getting married," she said with a happy sigh. "I guess I just needed to talk to you about it, wrap my head around it," she explained. She smiled up at him and asked, "Isn't that what your best friend is for?"
"You bet," he said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
They lapsed back into the silence again, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Lorelai flipped over and kissed him softly. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, did you say you had something, or someone, you wanted to do?"
Luke frowned in thought and said, "No, not that I can remember."
"Me," she said insistently, tapping on his chest. "You said you wanted to make love to your fiancée, and that's me," she reminded him.
"Really?" he asked. "I don't remember that," he teased.
"Yeah, you were going to, with the kissing and stuff, but then she got all nutty and made you stop," she told him.
"Ah, yeah, I do remember something about that," he said with a grin, pushing her onto her back. He gazed down at her and bit his lip in thought. "Now, where was I?" he asked distractedly.
"Um, I think you were right here," she said as she guided his head to her breast.
"I was?" he asked with a playful smile. "What would I have been doing here?" he wondered.
"You know, that thing with the tongue and the sucking and stuff," she said with a giggle.
"You mean this?" he asked as he drew her nipple back into his mouth, sucking on it fervently.
"That's it," she said with a feline smile. "That was it exactly."
"I remember now, I was going to kiss you every place that I had touched you," he said with a grin.
"Oh," she said as he nuzzled her between her breasts. "Okay, that sounds good," she said breathlessly.
Luke smirked and said, "Glad you think so."
He blazed a trail down her stomach, and buried his nose in her soft curls, inhaling deeply.
"Oh God," Lorelai moaned as she bucked up at him. Luke chuckled at her enthusiasm. She whispered, "That's so sexy, when you do that."
"Do what?" he asked, touching his lips softly to her.
"Breathe me in," she whispered.
"I love how you smell, your scent. I love how you taste," he murmured, dipping his tongue between her lips, causing her to moan softly. "Sometimes, it's hard to hold back," he admitted. "I want to devour you," he whispered in a deep sexy voice.
"Yes!" she called, thrusting her hips up at him.
"If you insist," he said before he plunged into her folds, licking and tugging at her clit greedily.
He opened his mouth wider, trying to take in more of her, raking his tongue up and down in relentless strokes. Luke lifted her hips from the mattress, raising her up to meet his mouth. He thrust his tongue into her, moving is steadily in and out, making her grind against him. "Oh! Oh! Stop," she whispered.
"Don't want to," he said, sucking deeply on the tender skin of her thigh.
"I want you, I want you," she panted.
"You'll get me," he promised. "After," he said before dragging his tongue up the length of her, and plunging back in for more. He drove her up again. Lorelai clutched at his hair, tugging him closer, pushing down onto him, her head thrashing against the pillow as she gave in to his demands.
After she peaked, Luke continued, lapping at her gently, and rubbing her stomach soothingly. He pressed her hips back down to the mattress, but refused to stop as she whimpered helplessly, her muscles had turned to jelly.
When her breathing slowed, he looked up to see her watching him through heavy lids. He raised his head and pulled himself up to her, kissing her deeply. Luke took her hands in his, and laced his fingers through hers, pressing them up by her head. He lifted his hips and slid into her welcoming warmth, an involuntary "Ah," escaping his lips.
He waited, letting her adjust to him. He held himself still as their eyes locked, and Lorelai began to move her hips under his. Pressing deeper, Luke began to move. He pulled to her entrance and pushed back in slowly in long, languorous strokes, waiting for her to catch up to him again, his eyes never leaving hers. When he saw her irises turn a deeper shade of blue, he whispered, "I love you. I'm gonna marry you."
"No, I love you and I'm gonna marry you," she countered squirming against him.
He smiled down at her and said, "Okay."
He continued to press into her, drawing his full length out and pushing back into her, increasing the pressure with each stroke. Lorelai tried to free her hands to grip him, to urge him on, but Luke held fast. "No," he whispered. "I want to make love to my fiancée
slowly," he insisted.
Lorelai groaned, growing impatient. She bucked her hips up at him and he laughed. "You think this is bad," he growled, "wait until I make love to my wife for the first time."
"You're gonna kill me," she ground out. "Please, just a little faster?" she asked.
Luke acquiesced to her request, kissing her lips softly, letting their breath mingle. Finally, he released her hands so that he could slide his under her, pressing her to him, as he let his weight press him into her deeper and deeper. Lorelai clutched his ass, pulling him into her deeper still, pressing against him to gain contact with her clit.
He rode her steadily, never wavering in his intent. She squeezed around him, pressing his cock tightly within her folds. He felt her lips, closing around the base of him, holding him within her. He felt the heat of her melting into every nerve ending. He tasted her on his lips. He felt her sweet breath on his cheek, her heart beating against his, her nipples raking the hair on his chest. His senses were on high alert, waiting for the change in her breathing. When her felt her chest, catch and hitch against his, he knew. He pulled back to look into her eyes and said, "With me, I need you with me."
Lorelai looked at him solemnly and said, "Forever," as she arched into him with a moan. Luke drove into her, stoking her fires, fighting for control while praying for release.
She clutched at his back, her nails digging into the soft skin, fighting to keep her eyes on him. Slowly, she gave into the wave washing through her. Her eyes rolled back, as she began to spasm around him, triggering his long awaited release. Luke came with a grunt, panting "Lorelai, Lorelai," over and over again.
He collapsed on top of her. Lorelai welcomed his weight, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly, pressing him to her as she, stroked his hair. Slowly, Luke became aware that he was probably crushing her. Reluctantly he pulled from her to lie on his side facing her, blinking, just trying to regain the power to breath regularly, much less speak. Wordlessly, he pulled her closer, unable to bear the loss of contact.
A short time later, as they lay tangled up in each other, Lorelai played with Luke's hand, sliding her fingers against his, tickling his palm with her nails, and pulling it to her lips to place feathery kisses across his knuckles. "Tired?" she asked softly.
"Exhilarated," he replied succinctly. "You?" he asked.
"Nope," she answered with a grin. They were quiet for a few minutes, listening to the beating of their hearts, and enjoying the feel of each others skin on theirs.
"When do you want to get married?" Lorelai asked, breaking the silence.
"Tomorrow," Luke replied.
"Seriously," she said.
"I am being serious. I want to marry you tomorrow, but I guess that is not going to happen. I don't know. How long does it take to plan a wedding?" he asked.
"You want a wedding?" she asked, slightly surprised.
"Don't you?" he countered.
"Well, yeah," she admitted. "But I know that you aren't the big wedding type of guy," she explained. "I wasn't sure what you had in mind."
"I want you to have what you want," he answered simply. "I just want to be married to you."
"Good answer!" she complimented as she grinned at him.
