S1E11 Paris is Burning

Lorelai and Rory were walking down the street alphabetically naming diseases until one of them couldn't think of a disease. The loser of this game would have to clean the fridge of their toxic leftovers from weeks past. Rory disliked the game but was even less fond of the idea of thumb wrestling since her mother nearly broke her finger the last time. She'd never won a match so at least she might win with her brain. Maybe. Her mother was also much smarter than most people gave her credit for. You don't have a genius kid who reads 200 books by the kindergarten unless you taught her yourself. Even genius needs nurturing.

"Osteoporosis," Rory replied to her mother as they started to cross the street into the square. "P."

"Oh Puppies!" Lorelai hollered, running across the street. She had no care in the world that she'd be the one cleaning if she could look at a puppy.

'Hey, that's not a disease," Rory replied as she chased after her.

"Hi, oh Hi! Hi! Rooorry, look at da baby!" Lorelai cooed. Rory rolled her eyes already knowing her mother was lost to the cuteness. Lorelai read the description aloud. "Buttercup was found abandoned along highway 26! Aw that's a sad highway!" she whined.

"As opposed to all the other happy highways he could've been abandoned on?" Rory asked.

Lorelai continued, "Her lineage includes cocker spaniel, golden retriever, boviette de flanders,"

"Gesundheit."

"Thank you… and Rotweiler."

"Hm," Rory was now intrigued. "Buttercup is a special dog. She is extremely skittish and tends to react badly to blond haired females, brunette males, children of either sex, other animals, red clothing, cabbage, or anyone in a uniform." Rory's voice tilted up in incredulity as she became more surprised.

The hunky diner owner walked up at exactly that moment, catching Lorelai's eye. "Hey, we just found the doggy version of you," she teased flirtatiously as per their norm.

A gentleman helping run the pop-up pet adoption fair came up to him, assuming the three were a family looking for a pet and asked, "Hey, can I help you?"

Luke looked at him seriously, "Do not let these two anywhere near a dog, they can barely feed themselves" he warned. This made the gentleman laugh.

"Shut up, you! We would be excellent pet owners, thank you," Lorelai replied without a beat.

The gentleman walked away realizing this was a fruitless conversation in favor of another family nearby.

It was Rory's turn to pipe in. "You can NOT be serious."

"We could get him a pretty bowl."

"It's a her!"

"…and a new name." Lorelai was ignoring all protest in favor of the cute, breed-confused mutt.

"Mom!"

"Because this Buttercup thing really has to go."

"Do you not remember skippy?"

"Skippy?" Luke asked.

"I cannot believe you would bring up Skippy."

"Skippy was our hamster," Rory informed him.

"He doesn't care!" Lorelai attempted to stop the story.

"What happened to Skippy?" he inquired with dramatic feigned surprise that the story might end badly.

"Every time mom would put her hand in his cage, Skippy would bite her."

"And laugh," Lorelai added softly with a pout.

"Hamsters can't laugh," Luke dismissed her.

"Oh, this one laughed. Trust me," Lorelai insisted.

Rory continued, "So finally, she got fed up."

Luke had a smirk on his face now and couldn't resist. "Of being laughed at by a hamster?"

Lorelai tilted her head and made a noise of protest at his mocking of her.

Rory now ignoring her completely and only talking to Luke, continued once more. "She stopped cleaning his cage and just put Kleenex in every day.

"You didn't?" Luke looked at Lorelai.

"It was the quilted kind," she replied proudly.

"And this went on and on. And the smell? Really good," Rory went on.

"I can imagine," Luke commiserated.

"Ooohhh… No you can't," Lorelai said still smiling. She was getting pleasure now out of seeing the grizzly man smile.

"Until one day, she took the hamster to the store where we bought it and, when the guy running the counter walked away, she dumped him on the counter then bolts."

Luke and Rory both looked at her accusingly. Lorelai tried to backpedal and defend her position on the demon hamster but was fruitless. As they walked away, Lorelai attempting to convince Rory to perform doggy tricks for her, she saw that Luke was actually looking at the dog's cage. It made her smile thinking he was probably curious what she thought made Buttercup the doggy version of him.

In reality, Luke saw how happy Buttercup made her, he was almost inclined to get the dog himself so she'd have a reason to visit him. He dismissed the thought though. He already had the coffee that kept her coming back.

oOo

That evening, Lorelai was on a date with Max. He made them a lovely dinner an ex-girlfriend taught him to cook. He wasn't stupid enough to say that at first, but Lorelai deduced that "Sweet Old Lady" was code for "My ex-girlfriend."

As he was cleaning and she was eating she looked to his books and found a copy of Swan's Way.

"Oh hey, Proust. You know? I've always wanted to say something like 'as Marcel Proust would say' but I've never read Proust. I could do 'As Michael Creighton would say,' but it's not the same you know."

"Take it, Read it."

"Ok," she said sitting down and cracking the book.

"Not right now," Max said.

"What?"

"I don't want you to read it right now," he kissed her and pulled her up to him. They kissed and he led her into his bedroom.

"Mr. Medina, is this my extra credit work because Missy just had to take a test," she said in a mock innocent voice as his lips trailed her neck and he pressed against her.

Afterwards, she sleeked into the house quietly but Rory was asleep on the couch, waiting up for her. AS she closed the door, her daughter stirred but Lorelai didn't notice.

She was startled when she reached the steps and heard "Where do you think you're going?" from behind her.

"Hi," she said guiltily.

"It's 1 o'clock in the morning."

Lorelai tried to make up a silly excuse for laughter. She knew Rory wouldn't believe anything she said anyway. They both knew why she was out late. They talked about how the date and the book a little. As she said 'not bad,' she truly meant it. Max was alright in bed, but he didn't exactly cause her to feel that "I can't make real words come out of my mouth, like I'm floating on air, feel it in my toes," good. He was more "I have an itch that hasn't been scratched in a long time and you're the wall I'm gonna rub up against to satiate it," good. And while once the scratch has been itched, it leaves you smiling satisfactorily, you still need to go out and buy a quality back scratcher when you get the chance. He was good in a pinch, but she hadn't truly made up her mind about the status of their relationship yet.

So when Rory mentioned she looked happy on her way up the stairs, she said she was with a smile. It was a leave you smiling kind of night so it wasn't a lie exactly. But as she ascended the stairs thinking about what she did as Rory suggested, she replayed the night in her head.

He was a nice man, but it seemed he wanted her to be more academic than she was. She mentioned the book as part of one of her bits while he cleaned. She had no real desire to read it. Luke always knew when she was being insincere.

Ah, good ole Luke, supportive of my craziness since 1994. She smiled at the thought and then quickly pushed it to the back of her mind. She was now up the stairs and preparing to undress for bed. She shouldn't think about Luke while getting naked. That would spark her Energizer Bunny mind to keep going and going on a path she didn't want to take her brain down- not with Luke. She mentally chastised herself. Lorelai you know you'll think about what Luke would say about you coming home so late. Then you'd think about the joy you'd get out of the special colors his face turns when lecturing you with that occasional sexy smirk, and then you're naked so you'd wonder what his smoldering good looks and tight ass would look like as naked as you are, or what he'd think about your complete nakedness right now, and then… oh God, you're doing it.

Lorelai felt a tingle in her nether regions and could feel her arousal growing thinking about Luke even though she'd just been with a man. She had a feeling Luke would be premium back scratcher good. He'd be "I'm throwing out my vibrator and any other toys in my nightstand" good.

Trying to shake the feeling, she showered and went to sleep. Unfortunately, neither the shower nor her dreams would let her mind escape her naughty Luke thoughts.

The next morning, when she awoke with a smile, thinking of her dream, she tried to pretend it was transference of her feelings about Max. She knew she was lying to herself, but she needed to push it out of her mind.

oOo

At her Friday night dinner, Lorelai was cornered about Parent's day by her mother who had read the Chilton Newsletter that she hadn't yet read herself. In her haste to appease her mother, she hadn't even thought about the Rory/Lorelai/Max dynamic as it pertained to Chilton. She always kept Rory and her dating life separate so she assumed it would remain so.

oOo

Saturday night, as Lorelai was getting ready for her date, she couldn't seem to pick an outfit and the one she did pick caused her to get her slip stuck in her skirt. All of the delays added up to Rory ushering Max into the house due to his insane timeliness. Little did Lorelai know, the conversation that would come about from having her daughter answer the door for her would be the complete undoing of her relationship.

oOo

The next morning, Lorelai, Rory and Sookie met at Luke's for breakfast, Lorelai was the last to arrive, having searched for her old skates in the abyss of her hallway closet. Ultimately she found them in a drawer in her kitchen with pots and pans she didn't use.

Her smile over her success as she brandished her prize to Rory and Sookie was interrupted by Luke's objections when he assessed them.

"When was the last time you put those things on," he teased with a soft chuckle.

"Oh, you are constantly trying to ruin my fun," she retorted with a smile she couldn't hide from the enjoyment of the timber in his laughter.

"Do they even fit, anymore?" he said gesturing to them while he polished a coffee mug with his other hand and a rag.

"Yes, they fit," she replied to the scruffy man indignantly, still discreetly checking the size on the inside.

"They look rusty."

"Can I just have some coffee please?" she attempted to change the subject before the underlying flirtation in the tone became any more obvious.

Standing up straighter as he braced his arms on the counter, Luke sighed. "Hand them over," he commanded.

"Why?"

"I'm gonna clean them and tighten the blades.

"Really?!" she said in clear excitement.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"Will you make them really shiny?" she teased flirtatiously. Her hindrance about not obviously flirting was now long forgotten.

"Give them to me, please," Luke said with pretend irritation.

"Maybe polish them?"

"Just hand them over," he said one last time as she complied.

"Thank you," she said as he walked away with them.

Sookie, having watched the encounter and having always been team Luke and Lorelai, piped in with an insinuating look to accompany her statement, "You get really good service here."

Lorelai blushed a little before replying "Yeah, I do."

But Sookie immediately had to leave because of a kitchen emergency.

Rory, having seen the interaction between her mother and Luke thousands of times, had deemed the interaction innocuous. Plus she thought her mother was totally into Max. So she changed the topic to their skating trip. "Hey maybe Max can come with us?"

"Max?" Lorelai asked. Rory explained that they'd had a conversation about names when she was trying to escape her zipper the other night and how she thought he was good and they were obsessed with each other.

The information washed over Lorelai with dread. She hadn't realized how attached Rory had become and she didn't feel like he was the one. It wasn't right that moment, but shortly after, she realized she didn't want to continue a relationship with this man. As she sipped her coffee, she couldn't help but think, he doesn't even give me as orgasmic of a feeling as this coffee does.

She brushed off inviting him to skate and remained noncommittal to them doing a family date together.

oOo

Later that evening, Sookie was helping her soak her feet from the not so successful skating adventure and Sookie talked her through her running away feelings, also called 'the cha cha talk' by her best friend.

"You're just right on schedule, that's all."

"Right on schedule?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Lorelai said as she opened and dropped her arms for emphasis.

"This is about the time you start doing your little getaway dance; 2 months, right on the nose, you're good."

"I do not do a dance."

"You're cha-cha-cha-ing right now," Sookie insisted.

"I am NOT cha-cha-cha-ing; I am being practical. Rory is starting to get attached to Max, and that's not good," she explained.

"Oh, Rory's getting attached to Max?" Sookie asked with an accusatory tone.

"Yes," Lorelai said forcefully. "And since I've decided he's probably not the guy for me, I figure it's better if I cut it off before she gets hurt."

"Practical," Sookie condescended.

"Yes!"

"Ah, can I say something here?"

"Of course you can."

"Cha cha cha."

"Stop . This is not that. The truth is, he doesn't… um… well let's just say that I'm still recharging the batteries on that vibrator we got at Susan's bridal shower in the grab bags."

"Oh," Sookie replied sympathetically. "Was it that bad?"

"No. It wasn't bad. He's a great kisser. But it wasn't mind-altering and it definitely wasn't good enough to stick around for when Rory's getting attached. I mean, Luke's coffee gives me more of an orgasm than he does."

Sookie smiled Wryly. "You know, I bet Luke would give you a mind-altering orgasm. Hell, with that ass and those muscles, I bet he'd send you to the moon and back."

"I'll get my American flag and space suit ready," Lorelai dismissed.

"I'm serious. I mean, he already gives you the best damn full service I've ever seen when you walk in there. I bet he wouldn't mind adding one more odd-job for you to his list."

"Sookie! You can't be serious!"

"Lorelai, YOU can't be serious. You really think Luke would polish Ms. Patty's skates? Or mine? Or any of the hott, single women who come through and hit on him daily?"

Lorelai got defensive about the situation, despite her dreams the other night. "Since when are you the expert on relationships? You haven't been in one in years." Immediately, her brain caught up to her mouth and despite not being able to see Sookie's face as she gathered the hot water from the stove, she knew she'd hurt with those words like knives. "Wow. From zero to jackass in six seconds. Sook, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, your feet hurt."

"No, it's not okay. It's never okay. Do you want to sing Ricky Martin at me?"

"No," Sookie pouted.

"She's into superstition

Black cats and voodoo dolls

I've got a premonition,

That girl's gonna make me fall."

Every line increased the chef's mood and soon they were both dancing in her kitchen. But Lorelai couldn't help but think about Sookie's words and her own thoughts lately. It hadn't fully set in how much she wasn't into Max until her best friend tried to convince her she was.

oOo

On Tuesday, Lorelai tried to convince Rory to give Max back his copy of "Swan's Way" which resulted in a fight and her finding out that the teacher overstepped his bounds at school by asking her daughter about her. It was just one more reason she was sure that this was the right thing to do. She was more sure about this than she was about which Tuesday the half of a pepperoni pizza in the fridge was ordered or whether that green stuff in the Al's takeout box was kung pao chicken or Mongolian beef.

She resigned herself to the fact she'd have to go to Parent's day and not be a coward and have her daughter return the book. She wasn't even sure what she was thinking. She'd broken up with guys before, but none of them had been Rory's teacher or even remotely in her life before. She didn't want it to hurt Rory and her life at Chilton and she was afraid she'd do it wrong.

It turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. She thought she was going to do a bad job so she did a terrible job… one which she was practically graded on by Mr. Medina. His insistence that they were good together and the kiss he planted on her did nothing to change her mind. As a cherry on the poorly constructed breakup cake, the kiss was seen by none other than the aggrieved Paris Gellar who was tired of hearing gossip about her own parents' divorce. By lunch, the whole school knew and Rory was incensed.

For the second time in 24 hours, Rory and Lorelai were arguing about Max. Not that their former relationship needed another nail in it, but this was definitely the last nail in the coffin.

"Oh God. Oh Rory, I'm so sorry. This is exactly why I didn't want to date him."

"You didn't want to date him so you wouldn't come to school and kiss him and humiliate me?"

"Yes., that's exactly why!"

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because I'm human… because I screwed up… I, I'm sorry."

Rory's voice softened and changed to a plea for answers. "Well if you like him so much, then why are you breaking up with him?"

"Sweetie, it's not like that. He kissed me and I didn't resist. He's a good kisser. But I broke the rules. I broke the rules when I brought him into our lives and I realize now that that's a bad idea." Luke's in our lives, she thought. He's also against these rules… even more than Max is.

"But why?!"

"But why?! Because it's seeping into our lives and it's affecting you and your life. And that is the whole reason I made these rules to protect you!"

"You know what? Maybe it's time for the rules to change. It was probably good that you hid things from me when I was a kid, but I'm not anymore. It's not fair for you to blame this on me!"

"Hey, my rules are the reason we're doing so good in our lives, why you were raised the way you were and the reason you're in this school! If it's time for the rules to change, I'll decide that, not you!"

"Well could you figure it out before French class because I'd rather you not make-out with Mrs. Collins!" Rory stormed the rest of the way up the stairwell and Lorelai followed.

"Hey! No promises until I see what she looks like!"

oOo

Another Friday night dinner rolled around and Lorelai and Rory were still fighting. Lorelai got Rory to agree to no fighting in front of her mother but the point was moot when her mother had contacts at Chilton. The emotional beating from that combined with sitting at the coffee place next to Max, hearing him talk on about how he regrets being with her based on jeopardizing his career took an emotional toll on her.

Rory tried to comfort her crying mother that Saturday night and it ended their fight, but she didn't feel much better.

"Mom, talk to me. I've never really seen you cry like this over a guy. Are you sure you want to break up with him?"

"Oh, kid," Lorelai said as she lifted her head off the pillow to look at her. "It's definitely over. It wasn't right. I knew it wasn't right. Max now knows it wasn't right too. His response to maybe losing his job over me was not the response of a man truly in love. I just feel so stupid you know? "

"You're anything but stupid. You're the smartest, wittiest person I know, mom. I'm sorry I pushed you."

"You're sweet. It's clear now though I should never date anyone we know," she said with a sniffle into a tissue. Her mind of course thought of Luke who she could definitely never date.

"Mom. No. I was serious about that. I want you to be happy and I know you're not a cat person so if, when I go off to college and move away, you haven't found someone then you'll truly be alone."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," she laughed feebly.

"Any time. I mean it though. I don't want to resent you for resenting me for you not finding love."

Lorelai thought for a second. "So, let me ask you something, then."

"Shoot."

"Bang. Bang," Lorelai pointed with finger guns and they both laughed. "So, um, if there was someone else that we both know and liked very much whom I wanted to date… well… would you really be okay with it?"

"You mean Luke?" Rory asked knowingly. She always saw the chemistry between them, she'd just never figured either of them would act. All the movies she'd ever watched taught her he was thoroughly friend zoned but maybe not if her mom was asking about this now.

"What!? No!... Definitely not!... You already told me I had to date Al. I thought maybe after recent events you'd changed your mind and I was dying to ask him out."

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," Rory giggled. "Mom, it's fine. Date Luke. But before you do, Paris wants to be a lawyer and a surgeon and we have a truce I think. I need to ask her to draw up some papers for Luke to sign saying he'll never refuse me service. And while we're at it, you'll need to sign my emancipation order so if it doesn't work out I can go live with Luke. Outright adoption would be too messy."

"You've thought this through," Lorelai said surprised.

"Only because I've had since I was 10 to think about it," Rory rolled her eyes as though Lorelai should know this.

"Does everyone know about Luke and me?... I mean, not that there's a Luke and me… but Sookie gave me a lecture about it a week ago.

"Mom, everyone sees your brazen flirting and Luke's attentiveness. He's not a man of many words so he lets his actions speak. He's fixed every nook and cranny of our house and just last week he cleaned your blades. He's a doer and his doings for you say he's got it bad."

Lorelai blushed and then crammed her head under a pillow. After a minute she removed it and sheepishly asked, "So to review… Luke likes me and everyone knows it? Everyone sees how attracted to Luke I am? And if I were to date Luke you'd be….?"

"Stupid happy for you," Rory filled in.

Lorelai's grin reached her eyes. It was a weight off her shoulders that Luke was a possibility. It must have made her more sad that she couldn't date Luke than it did that she'd broken up with Max. Her sadness came from her mother's beating her down about 'the one' once again and feeling like she couldn't have Luke. He was always a possibility for her and the failed experiment that was Rory's English teacher made her feel like she had to cut that possibility from her list. Now she had hope again and it felt too great. She didn't even really register that Rory was talking to her.

"Mom? Mom!"

"What?"

"When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him?"

"Luke! When are you going to tell him you want to be with him?"

"I didn't say I…" she started to protest but then went with honesty. "you think I should?"

Rory nodded furiously. "I think you should tell him now."

"He's probably asleep."

"He'll want to wake up for this."

Lorelai smiled and then got up looking through her closet for something to wear. She babbled on about choices and the flippy skirt she knew he liked to see her in. She eventually found it and composed her face in the mirror, removing all traces of tears. Once fully satisfied with her onceover in the mirror, she kissed Rory on the cheek as she grabbed her coat and left.

oOo

Luke was snoring loudly, having fallen asleep hours earlier. He'd spent the evening mindlessly watching sports, trying not to think of all the times he wanted to kiss Lorelai and didn't. Pretty much every night he kicked himself for it as he sat in his tiny apartment above the diner and imagined opening two beers instead of one.

Occasionally… well sometimes… more often than not, he'd close his eyes, imagine what she'd look like with her lips pressed to the neck of that bottle, and then with her lips pressed against him. He'd lie in bed at night letting his mind take him away. He imagined what her skin would feel like, how she would taste, what she would want from him. Yes, he'd gone over scenarios many-a-times with her as the star. Even if he didn't consciously allow himself to think about his hands on her hips, pressing her down onto him, it was just as likely she'd end up in his dreams. He hadn't been a monk since meeting her, but he never truly connected with any of the women. Even Rachel, who he was dating when they first met, never gave him the feeling she did.

He'd just started dreaming about her so when he heard "Luke" from a long distance, he thought it was part of his dream. But it persisted and then pebbles were thrown causing him to start to come to and eventually realize that the crazy woman of his dreams actually was outside his window. He opened it and shouted down at her about how late it was but grouchily agreed to let her in. If he'd known the reason, he'd have considered jumping out the second story window to meet her with a kiss. Instead, he found his flannel pajama bottoms that he'd discarded in a pool at the bottom of his bed in order to rub one out thinking about her and stepped into his shoes with no socks to greet her.

He wasn't prepared for her to rush into the diner and start pacing back and forth like a madwoman. "Lorelai, what's going on?" He asked with a still foggy voice.

Lorelai stood facing him and in an instant, her well thought monologue was forgotten. Seeing him and knowing what thoughts she'd been having lately (and if she was being honest with herself, had consistently since they met) she could only think of one thing to do. She flung herself at him. Before Luke even knew what was happening, she was flush against him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and he lips pressed firmly against his.

Thank God I brushed my teeth before I fell asleep, Luke thought for a moment. All thoughts were quickly consumed by Lorelai's tongue grazing his lips for access. He obliged and quickly became an enthusiastic participant. He pushed her up against the counter, knocking down a stool in the process. She braced herself on it and hopped up with the guidance and support Luke's hands on her ass provided. She left a gap between her legs, which he filled in a need to be close to her. "Luke!" She whimpered with pleasure as they parted. She hopped off the counter and paced, still trying to figure out what to say. "God that was… no words. You know it has to be top notch if Lorelai Gilmore has no words."

Luke smiled and steadied her pacing with his hands on her waist, kissing her softly desperate for more of her and to regain that connection. "Not that I'm complaining, but this is, um, unexpected."

Lorelai met his eyes and realized if she ever wanted to say anything, she was going to have to stop looking at him. Those eyes filled with lust and… and something else… those lips so much softer than she expected, it all added up to one addictive formula. So with a sigh she turned from him, making sure to keep his hands on her waist and faced the curtain to the stairwell. In order to not give him the wrong signal that she regretted it, she leaned into his embrace, feeling his straining erection for the first time. Pleased at what she'd done to him and with the temptation of his bed just behind that curtain and up the stairs she sighed, "I know," and placed her hands over his that were now even more tightly wrapped around her and up higher just under her breasts. She squeezed them and then pulled them off of her, but held his right hand in hers and led him up the stairs wordlessly.

Luke always imagined that if Lorelai was to get him naked, it would be with the same quick pace that she lived her entire life. But this was slow and tantalizing. He still had so many questions but he couldn't word them and even if he could, he wasn't sure he would and risk losing this moment. She was here, and she was inching his shirt up, letting her fingers glide over his taught body as if to memorize the feel of every muscle and hair. When she finished that, she removed her shirt just as slowly, almost as if she expected him to stop her, but he didn't.

He stood frozen as he saw she wasn't even wearing a bra, wanting so desperately to reach out and touch her round breasts with peaked nipples. She gave him a wry, devious smile and then moved forward once again to remove his pants and underwear equally as slowly. She went down with them, keeping them from falling unceremoniously to the ground as she placed kisses on his chest, abdomen, pelvis, thighs all the way down to just above the knee, eliciting a guttural groan from the still statuesque man.

She helped him out of everything so he was completely naked and then leaned back on her haunches to make her way back up, tracing the path of her kisses with her fingers while placing new ones on his inner thighs and desperately close to his big, thick cock until she was back to his eye level and nearly flush against him with only room for one hand and his cock between them. Her right hand finished its path with her middle finger running up his shaft and her thumb pad gently rubbing a bead of moisture from the head. Her left hand moved behind his neck at the same time and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Even though the rest of him didn't move, his tongue and lips actively participated, giving her all the courage she needed to step back and rid herself of her skirt.

Again, Luke's breath caught in his throat seeing that she also wasn't wearing underwear. It dawned on him then- this was not a spur of the moment choice. She thought about this. She thought about what she was going to wear… and what she wasn't. She thought about him, about them, doing this. Finally, the statue came to life as she kicked off her shoes and he lunged at her just as she'd done to him downstairs. The slow pace was broken and the passion resumed. Hands were everywhere, exploring each other. He backed her down to the bed and again mirrored her activities by kissing every part of her that she'd kissed on him, traced her body just the same. But Luke took it further, using his tongue and teeth, biting her softly on areas full of nerve endings, causing her to whine and claw at him. He paid special attention to her breasts and made his way up her collarbone.

Then he flipped her over with ease and laved attention on her backside. He pulled her hair back firmly in one hand and kissed along her neck and shoulders. Releasing it, he hovered over her and kissed random spots along her back and spine all the way to the top of her ass. Not knowing what was coming made his kisses feel like fire burning through her skin and straight to her core. He moved position to be on his shins and massaged his hands down her back gently, then more firm along her bottom. He slid one finger between her legs to the outer lips of her waiting center. His middle finger slid in until it found her clit and he rubbed in an up and down motion causing Lorelai to wail out in pleasure. It was his turn to smile wryly as she looked back at him with a twisted face. He moved his finger in circles around her clit and then flicked it a few times, each change bringing forth new cries from the raven-haired beauty.

Without warning, he withdrew the finger and plunged it and his index finger into her wet center. Finally, an actual word came from her as she continued her unabashed cries. "LUUKKKKKE!"

His response was to lean down against her, pressing his erection against her ass and kiss her back then her neck and whisper, "Lorelai." That was it for her. She broke at her name coming off his lips. She was already gripping and clawing the comforter. Her jaw tightened as did her walls around his fingers as she felt the urge to both run and gyrate against his hand. He provided her with the friction she needed and steadied her with his hand in the small of her back as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed down on her until finally her whole body relaxed. He flipped her over and kissed her cheek and buried his face in the crevice of her neck and shoulder. She ran her fingers through his hair in what felt as intimate a moment as the moments they'd just shared.

When her breath caught, she closed her eyes and took in the feel of him against her and how it just felt like an extension of herself. It felt like they were supposed to be there, like home. AS she catalogued the feelings, she took note of his still strong erection and remembered they hadn't even had sex yet. She let out a giggle and he stirred enough that she was able to flip him over and kiss him.

Now on top of him, she ground her dripping center against his hard cock. It slid easily and she felt him twitching beneath her. The friction and feel of him on her still swollen clit drove her further into action as she moved faster and he moaned and growled at the pleasure she was offering him. He reached up to her breasts and pinched her nipples gently then moved his hand to her back to pull her close enough to consume her mounds with his mouth.

His other hand gripped her hip and the new position changed the way she moved against him, creating more friction and arousal. They were able to look into each other's eyes as they continued their ministrations. Lorelai was already on the cusp of another orgasm when Luke released her breast with his mouth, replacing it with his hand and moved his mouth to a spot on her belly he'd noticed made her moan loudly before. It was enough to send her over the edge. She lifted up off him as she screamed his name once again in pleasure. This time with an added word- "God! Luke!"

As she lifted herself, Luke took the opportunity to grab his hard cock and position it so with one hand and put his other on her waist to pull her down onto him.

Though he was the biggest she'd ever taken, he'd slid in so easily from her wetness and the timing of his entrance. She could feel him against her cervix and it was like ringing a bell inside of her causing an orgasm on top of her orgasm if that was even possible. She chanted his name over and over as he pounded into her quickly but with a steady pace, his face twisted with determination to keep it. She slumped into him and he supported her effortlessly with both hands as he continued for a moment before flipping her underneath of him and kissing her lips as he quickened the pace once more. He wanted to keep going but she grabbed his face as they parted and she looked at him with a satisfied smile and breathed out "Luke," as her hands slid down his neck and body.

The sight of her looking so perfect and satisfied did him in and he lost his rhythm, slamming into her haphazardly, then pulled out quickly and came on her stomach. They hadn't covered the birth control conversation and he wasn't wearing a condom so as little as he wanted to pull out, he did. But seeing her there, her stomach and breasts covered in his semen was hotter than he'd ever imagined it could be. After gawking at her for a moment with his satisfied smirk at the contented look on her face it occurred to him that she might not want his jizz all over her. "Sorry," he apologized and then moved to get up for a cloth to clean her

Lorelai pulled him down to her and kissed him, effectively getting him just as sticky as her but he didn't care. "Be sorry for nothing," she managed her first sentence since she arrived. They both let out a breathy chuckle out of pure joy and he rolled off of her.

"I was going to get you a towel."

"Well now you're messy too. We'll just have to make do with a shower," she supplied. "But so you know, I'm on birth control so you could have… you know… inside of me if you'd wanted to."

"Oh, well we hadn't talked and I didn't want to assume. You weren't much for words earlier," he noted.

Lorelai sighed, "I know."

Luke leaned towards her, "So this is what it feels like to get monosyllabic answers?"

"Yes," she laughed.

"Okay," he rolled his eyes knowing that last answer was to jest him. "We can talk more in a minute, Hopefully with more words, but I believe a shower was mentioned and I'm getting cold."

They kissed and both got up into the shower. They rubbed each other clean- Lorelai enjoying the idea that she'd smell like his Old Spice body was for a day. But despite Luke's cock becoming semi-erect and a few passionate kisses, Lorelai was exhausted from the exertion in bed and Luke wanted to talk more than he wanted to listen to his member. He felt like a fool for not advancing on her right then but he hoped there'd be more opportunities.

oOo

Lorelai and Luke dressed silently, each casting occasional glances at the other in both admiration and anxiety at what was next. Lorelai, having no underwear on, was the first to dress and sat on his bed. But he was too aroused and it was too tempting to take her again. So he passed her and silently went to his kitchen, grabbed and opened two beers, and sat at the kitchen table. She followed him with a cocked head and sat in the chair by the beer he'd set down.

She didn't drink it but she grabbed it and started peeling the label. "Luke," she began but he cut her off.

"You're gonna have to not say my name right now," he confessed. "It's uh, well after what we, and what you said in there, I um…"

"It's too much," she saved him from his ramble and understood. His mere whisper of her name sent her tumbling over the edge. He nodded. "Right. It's probably best you don't use mine either for the same reason. You can call me Oscar and I'll call you Felix."

Luke rolled his eyes at the reference, The Odd Couple being something he remembered watching with his dad, but just nodded in acceptance to avoid their usual banter. This was serious. He'd just kissed Lorelai Gilmore, fucked her, came all over her, showered with her… and now he was hard again just remembering it all.

"So you want to tell me what inspired this?" He added, "Not that I'm complaining," with a smile.

"I had a speech. It was good. It was in my top 20 speeches at least. I was going to come over and tell you everything and see where it went but then I saw you and I just wanted to go where it went right then and there. I was so close to taking you right there in front of the windows where Kirk might pass by while doing his new night job as neighborhood watch for town square."

"Well you can give me the speech now. I was just going to sleep and there's no way I'm going to do that tonight."

"I'll try but it's not as good. Basically, I was dating Rory's teacher and that blew up epically in my face. And I got really upset about it because I took it to mean I couldn't date anyone important to Rory because it hurt her so much and I never want to hurt my kid. But then I realized that the 'anyone important to Rory' was you. I was crying in my bed not because I missed Max, but because I had to emotionally break up with you. And that was a weird realization seeing as we barely even hug, let alone kiss or touch… well until about 2 hours ago. I realized I was upset because eventually I always thought we'd… you know? And Rory caught on to that too. She hated seeing me like that and she told me she thinks it'll be different with us. I think she just likes the idea of you making her breakfast and dinner on demand without having to walk all the way here. But she said she was okay with it and after verifying it with her a hundred times on my way out the door, I accepted that she is and I came to tell you that. But then you were there and I couldn't say anything so I seduced you instead."

"You just broke up with someone? Are you sure you're ready for this? "

"Luke," she chastised in exasperation. "haven't you listened to a word I said? It's you. It's always been you and it took me freaking out over it never being you to realize it's always going to be you. You're the stick by which I've measured all my relationships since I met you," she explained. "And let me tell you," she added with raised brows, "no other stick came close. And now that I've seen your stick, I know they never could have."

"Lorel- Oscar!" Luke blushed. "I just want you to be sure. I mean I thought you were because you came here with no underwear on, but I need you to be sure. I want this, you and me."

"Me too."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"Luke?"

"Huh?"

"Take me back to bed." And he didn't need a second request to oblige her.

A/N:

Well, there ya have it folks. This is the longest chapter so far because well- Max. He's also why it took me so long. It's harder for Lorelai and Luke to get together in an episode where she says she's happy right up until it blows up in smoke. I almost skipped this episode but the into to it is literally one of my favorite Luke/Lorelai/Rory scenes in the series.