Just Play Along

by CoffeeDrinker

Lorelai and Luke partake in some role-playing smuttiness.

11. The Dishes

Chapter 11 - The Dishes

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On Friday night, Luke walked into Lorelai's house and set his keys on the hall table. "Lorelai?" he called.

"Bedroom," Lorelai's voice faintly called from upstairs.

Luke headed up the stairs and found Lorelai sitting in bed with a book open in front of her. "Hey," he greeted her, and leaned down to kiss her hello.

Lorelai smiled. "Hi. How was work?"

"Not bad," he replied. "Whatcha doing?"

"Reading, and waiting for you to show up to seduce me," Lorelai replied.

Luke smirked and started taking his shirt off. "Good answer."

"Give me a minute, I'm almost done with this chapter."

As Lorelai focused her attention back on her book, Luke stripped down to his boxers and lay next to her on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbow and faced her, staring at her, watching her read.

Lorelai felt his gaze on her and she smiled without looking up. "Your eyes are boring into me."

"Yeah, well, something else wants to bore into you," he replied.

Lorelai giggled and then playfully gasped at him. "Dirty." She shook the book at him. "Hold on."

Luke reached for her waist and fingered the fabric of her shirt. "I'm holding."

As she read for a few moments, he stroked his fingers up and down the side of her body, and then eventually let his hand come to rest on her breast.

She was smiling as she moved the book to glance down at his hand, and then looked over at him. "You are seriously that revved up that you can't wait a minute?"

"Mmhmm," he said with a fervent nod, and he gave her breast a squeeze as he raised an eyebrow.

"Be good and wait your turn," she replied, and she glanced back down at the book. Luke stroked her nipple with his thumb and felt it harden beneath her thin tank top, and Lorelai let out a soft groan of arousal.

She closed her book and glanced over at him with a sigh. He was smiling, clearly pleased with himself, and she shook her head amusedly at him. "So impatient," she said.

Luke took the book from her and tossed it toward the foot of the bed, then moved his body on top of hers. "So irresistible," he murmured as he pressed his lips to hers.

As they kissed, Lorelai slid down a bit on her pillow to get more comfortable beneath him. When he pulled back from her lips and moved his mouth down to her neck, she said, "Mmm, someone's extra frisky this evening."

"We haven't had sex in like a month," he murmured as he sucked on her skin.

Lorelai giggled and corrected him, "It's been five days."

"Feels longer."

Lorelai smacked him playfully on the back. "And hello? Did you forget the very generous treat I gave you on day three? You're lucky, mister… not every girl is kind enough to give her man some sexual attention during her hormonal time of the month."

Luke was smirking as he pulled back to look at her. "Oh, trust me, I didn't forget… it was amazing." He leaned in to kiss her, then continued, "But I couldn't do this." He slipped a hand down between her thighs and stroked the front of her panties. "And I really, really like doing this."

Lorelai moaned approvingly at his touch and ran her hands over his chest. "Yeah, well, we can blame the human reproductive system for wreaking havoc on your needs."

"I'll write a strongly worded letter to it tomorrow," Luke muttered as he slid his hand up the front of her shirt and caressed her breasts.

Lorelai leaned her head back against the pillow with a soft sigh. "You can't tomorrow, we have plans."

"What plans?" he distractedly asked as he pressed kisses to her chest.

Lorelai gasped. "Excuse me? What plans? Are you serious?"

Luke lifted his head to look at her, suddenly concerned that he'd forgotten something important. "What's tomorrow?" he asked hesitantly.

"Tomorrow's the Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer festival," Lorelai reminded him.

Luke rolled his eyes and exhaled a little sigh of relief that he hadn't actually forgotten anything. "That's our plan?"

Lorelai scoffed. "Uh, yeah… what else would we be doing?"

Luke shook his head. "Forget it. Life's too short to expose myself to the possibility of getting that song stuck in my head again."

Lorelai pouted at him. "Luke, come on."

"I have to work anyway," Luke reminded her.

"You can take a break for a little while and walk around with me," Lorelai said, and then she cocked her head to the side. "Day three, Luke. Remember the generosity I showed you on day three. Don't you wanna repay the generosity?"

"Yeah, if you couldn't tell, I'm about to," he said pointedly, nodding toward his body on top of hers. "But if you'd rather me go to a town festival than do what I'm about to do, I'll just…" He pretended to start to move himself off of her.

Lorelai smiled and grabbed his shoulders with her hands. "Get back here. Carry on."

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On Saturday afternoon, after she'd spent an hour roaming the festival with Sookie and the kids, Lorelai stopped into the diner to see Luke.

"I can't get the song out of my head," she moaned as she lay her head down on the table.

"I told you not go out there," Luke told her. "I told you that would happen."

Lorelai lifted her head to look at him. "I had to go out there, Luke! That's where all the good food is."

"Gee, thanks," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I meant good food-stand food," she clarified. "Funnel cake and cotton candy and ice cream and caramel apples."

"So, basically, that's where the sugar is," he summarized.

Lorelai's eyes widened and she happily rubbed her hands together. "Yes, sugar, need more sugar!"

"I think you've probably had enough for today," he deduced.

"No, I saved the best stand for us to do together," Lorelai told him, and before he could protest, she quickly continued, "And don't even waste your time trying to argue, you know you're going out there with me whether you like it or not. You'll try to fight it at first, but then I'll pout and make you feel guilty, and then you'll give in because I'm irresistible, so let's just avoid the whole back and forth to-do and you go tell Caesar you'll be back in a little while, okay?"

Luke stared at her for a few seconds, debating in his head what to do. Finally, he exhaled a defeated sigh and muttered, "Be right back."

Lorelai smiled and nodded knowingly, and as he walked toward the kitchen, she picked up her coffee and took a sip.

Luke returned to her table and gestured to the door. "All right, let's get this over with."

Lorelai stood up and patted him on the chest. "Love the enthusiasm." She took his hand and pulled him out the door.

As they walked toward the town square, Luke asked, "What stand did you save?"

Lorelai looked over at him with an excited smile and squeezed his hand. "Deep-fried Oreos."

Luke cringed with disgust. "Ugh, there is no way I'm eating that."

Lorelai frowned at him. "Aw, you have to at least try a bite."

"Do they have a cardiologist on site for when your arteries explode?"

"I think Kirk is trained to handle that," Lorelai replied. "He took an online course in artery repair."

They wandered over to the Oreos stand and stood at the end of the line. "So, what are you doing tonight?" Luke asked her.

Lorelai smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Why? You wanna take me out?"

"No, I thought I'd have Caesar cover the last few hours of the night so I could work on the apartment a little," Luke replied. "You could come by and help me consolidate some more."

Lorelai's smile faded and she made a face. "Ugh, housework is not as fun as date night."

"Yeah, well, the sooner we get it done, the sooner I'll move in and then we can have date night whenever you want."

"And in the meantime, it's you and me going through each other's junk debating whether it can be considered actual junk or a precious heirloom."

"Should I point out that you're the one who starts most of those debates because you're the one who's less willing to part with things?"

Lorelai feigned an offended gasp. "Are you calling me a hoarder?"

Luke shrugged nonchalantly. "If it walks like a hoarder and quacks like a hoarder..."

Lorelai smirked and shook her head. "You keep that up, you're gonna be going another five days."

Luke snorted a laugh. "Fine, I take it back."

"Thank you." She sighed and reluctantly said, "Fine, you stay out here with me for an hour, I'll come help you tonight."

"Twenty minutes," he countered.

"Forty-five."

"Thirty minutes, and I'll try one of those disgusting Oreos," he offered.

Lorelai grinned. "Deal."

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That night, Lorelai stood in front of Luke's apartment door and removed the long jacket she was wearing. She adjusted her outfit, fixed her hair, and then knocked on the frosted glass window of the door. "Luke, it's me," she called.

"It's open," Luke's voice called from inside.

Lorelai walked through the door and shut it behind her, and hung her purse and jacket on the coat rack. She moved further into the apartment and found him sitting on the couch digging through a cardboard box on the coffee table in front of him.

"I had this box at the top of my closet," he said without looking up from it. "It's like a junk drawer, but in box form." When she didn't respond, he finally looked up from the box.

She was standing by the kitchen table, dressed from head to toe in a full maid's ensemble. She wore a short black dress with a lacy white apron over it, black stockings, black heels, and a white frilly headband sitting atop her long wavy hair that was hanging forward over her shoulders.

Luke's eyes widened and he slowly stood up from the couch. "Did you go through the diner wearing that?"

"Yeah, and no one said anything, but judging by the dropped jaws, the outfit was highly received by all," she replied.

"Lorelai!"

Lorelai smirked. "I came in the back way, Luke, and I had a jacket on just in case." She gestured behind her toward the coat rack. "It's hanging right over there if you need physical proof." She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. "Your first reaction to me in this outfit is concern about people seeing me in it, and not about how you think I look?"

"The fact that I don't want people to see you in it should tell you how good I think it looks," he replied as he walked toward her. "You looking this hot should be for my eyes only."

Lorelai smiled. "Yeah? I look hot?"

Luke gripped her waist as he eyed the outfit up and down, then smiled at her. "You know you do."

"Well, I assume it, but it's nice to have it confirmed," Lorelai told him.

"Well, assume all you want because you look hot," he confirmed. He glanced down at the outfit again, then brought his gaze to her face. "So… why exactly are you wearing this?"

"Oh, because I'm your cleaning assistant for tonight," Lorelai replied, and then took a step back from him, pushing his hands away. "So, we should keep things professional."

"Tsk, you're gonna make me work for it, huh?"

Lorelai smiled and gestured to her body with both hands. "You want it, you gotta earn it, buddy."

Luke smirked. "Okay, fine, what are we doing?"

"I'm just a friendly maid volunteering my free time to help you sort through your junk," Lorelai explained.

"How kind of you."

"Yes, it's all very altruistic and innocent."

"Of course."

"So, you say you found a box in your closet, huh?" Lorelai said, gesturing to it on the table.

Luke walked over and sat down on the couch, then pulled the box onto his lap. "Yeah, it's all these random things that go with something I own or used to own, but I'm not sure what."

"So... it's a box of trash you've been hoarding for years," she declared. She reached into the box and pulled out a mason jar lid. "Were you saving this in case you came across a lid-less mason jar?"

Luke shrugged. "Apparently."

Lorelai started rummaging through the box. "Is there anything in here that you actually know what it's for?"

"I'm not sure," Luke replied. "That's what I was trying to figure out when you got here."

"It looks like this is all junk," she said, then gestured to the kitchen. "I'm gonna get a garbage bag and we'll go through it."

She retrieved a garbage bag from under the kitchen sink and returned to him at the couch.

They started going through the box together, and Luke kept glancing over at her with a smirk. "You knew you would be completely distracting in that outfit, right?"

"Yes, I did."

"And you still wore it because…?"

Lorelai smiled and raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Because I'm evil."

They finished going through the box, discarding most of the contents except for a few items that Luke insisted he still needed. Luke brought the garbage bag over to the door to take out later, then returned to the living room.

Lorelai was sitting on the couch, her legs stretched out in front of her with her heels resting on the coffee table. "What's next?" she asked him.

"We can start going through the kitchen stuff," Luke suggested.

Lorelai stood up from the couch and walked over to him. "You're the boss," she said, playfully saluting him.

"For once," he muttered.

Lorelai smirked and patted him on the chest. "Don't get used to it."

They moved into the kitchen. Luke opened a cabinet and started pulling things out and setting them on the kitchen table. "Can you get the stuff out of that one?" he asked, nodding toward the cabinet over the stove. "There's not much in there."

Lorelai walked over to the cabinet, pulled it open, and stepped up on her tiptoes to reach into it. She retrieved a stack of storage containers and set them on the table. She reached back up into the cabinet and retrieved a stack of lids.

"I can't tell if there's anything else up there," she said. "You wanna check, or do you want me to climb on a chair in my high heels and risk severe personal injury?"

"Well, you know, taking off the heels is always an option," Luke teased.

Lorelai scoffed. "Hello? It would ruin the ensemble."

"Right, my mistake." He reached up into the cabinet to grab a box from the back, and he held it toward her.

Lorelai took it from him and read the box. "A mini food chopper. Judging by the thick layer of dust on it, I'm assuming it's not something you use often."

"I got a better one and just threw this one up there as a backup," Luke replied. "We can throw it out."

Lorelai opened up a new garbage bag and tossed the chopper into it. They went through the items on the table, tossing some in the trash and stacking some in a box to take to Lorelai's house. It was surprisingly productive and innocent to the point where both of them seemed to forget they were even in the middle of a role play.

But once the table was cleared, Lorelai wrinkled her nose and put her hands on her hips. "So… have we done enough for one night? Because honestly, I thought you would have tried to seduce me by now and we'd already be in bed and we wouldn't actually be doing this much cleaning on a Saturday night."

Luke smiled and shrugged. "Well, I would've played along, but you weren't trying to seduce me either," he pointed out.

Lorelai nodded understandingly. "Okay, yes, we were temporarily blinded by responsibility and were acting like mature adults for a few minutes." She stepped closer to him and draped her arms over his shoulders. "So, can we reward ourselves now?"

As much as Luke wanted to carry her over to the bed and start ravaging her body, he showed some restraint and instead shook his head. "No, you haven't fulfilled enough of your maid duties to earn that reward."

Lorelai gasped. "What? You're the one who was complaining about me making you work for it."

"Yeah, and now I'm going to make you work for it."

Lorelai smirked and shook her head slightly. "My, how the tables have turned." She stepped back from him and clasped her hands in front of her. "Okay, fine, I'm game… what do you want me to do? I'll earn my reward."

"You can make the bed," Luke told her.

"Make the bed? You want me to make the bed?" Lorelai asked confusedly, then she leaned in closer and whispered, "You do realize that I'm here to use the bed, right? Are we on the same page here?"

"Make the bed," he repeated firmly as he pointed to it.

Lorelai cocked her head to the side with an intrigued smile. "Someone's in a bossy mood. Is this gonna get kinky? Should I have a safe word ready just in case?" she joked, then she gasped and excitedly declared, "Ooh, Casablanca! I want that to be my safe word."

Luke rolled his eyes. "You're not gonna need a safe word."

Lorelai frowned. "Tsk, spoiler alert. You should at least let me think I might to keep me on my toes."

Luke shook his head slightly with a sigh. "Okay, fine, you might need one… Casablanca it is, got it."

"Thank you." Lorelai wistfully stared off into space for a moment. "Now I wanna watch Casablanca."

"We'll watch it tomorrow." Luke pointed toward the bed. "But right now… bed, go."

"Okay, Mr. Bossy, I'm going."

She sauntered over to the bed, and Luke sat down on the couch, his eyes locked on her body as she completed the task. As he expected, she made sure to give him plenty of good views as she bent over to tuck in the sheets and smooth them out.

When she was finished, she turned to face him. "Good?"

"Yup. Now you can fold the clothes," Luke told her.

Lorelai's eyes instinctively went to the corner of the room where he kept his laundry basket. "Those clothes?" she asked him.

"No. The ones you're wearing," he replied. "Take 'em off and fold them."

A smile formed on Lorelai's lips as a rush of arousal ran through her body. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere," she said as she rubbed her palms together.

Luke folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the couch cushion. "Take 'em off."

Lorelai pulled off her headband, then untied the back of the apron and pulled it off over her head. She lay it flat on the bed and folded it into a neat square. With her back to Luke, she reached her hand behind her to find the zipper on her dress, and Luke thought for a moment he might need to get up and help her, but she finally grasped the zipper and was able to pull it down.

"Turn around," he told her.

Lorelai obliged and turned around to face him, giving him the full frontal view as she started to pull down the dress. The thin straps came down her arms and she pushed the top of the dress down past her chest. Unsurprisingly, there was no bra underneath, and as she shimmied the dress past her hips and down her legs, Luke discovered there was no underwear either. As his cock started to respond to the sight before him, he swallowed hard and shifted in his seat.

She stepped out of the dress, picked it up and folded it, and placed it on the bed on top of the folded apron. She turned around to face him, now in just her thigh high stockings and black high heels, and she put her hands on her hips in a sexy pose.

"Did you want these off, too?" she asked him, lifting one of her legs and gesturing to her stocking.

Luke shook his head. "No, you can leave those on." He let his eyes wander up and down her body for a moment, and then he stood up from the couch.

Lorelai's heart started to race as he walked purposefully toward her, his eyes full of desire, and she was expecting that he'd wrap his arms around her and they'd fall onto the bed together.

Instead, he put his hands on her shoulders and started guiding her toward the kitchen. Lorelai narrowed her eyes confusedly, but was quiet as he led her to the sink.

"Your final task is the dishes," he told her.

Lorelai glanced from him to the dishes in the sink, and then back to him. Finally, she narrowed her eyes and cocked her head to the side. "I can't tell if you're kidding."

"I want you to do the dishes," he repeated.

Lorelai glanced down at her body, and then back to him. "Okay, let me get this straight," she said. "I'm standing here almost completely naked in front of you, ready and waiting for you to do whatever you wanna do to me, and the thing you most wanna do to me is… watch me wash dishes?"

"Yup," he confirmed, a small smile playing on his lips.

Lorelai placed her hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yup, feeling fine," he replied.

"Okay, just checking, because usually once the clothes come off, we sort of get to the more fun stuff," she said, gesturing toward the bed. "And not… you know… chores."

Luke thought for a moment. "Wait, actually… hold on a second." He walked over to the bed and picked up the neatly folded apron, then walked back over to her as he shook it open. "I want you to put this back on," he said, offering it toward her.

Lorelai smiled and gave a little shrug of her shoulders as she took it from him. "Okay, you've clearly got a vision for how this whole scenario is going to play out, so I'm just gonna follow your lead."

Luke smirked. "Thank you."

Lorelai slipped the apron over her head, then turned her back to him. "Tie it for me?" she asked.

Luke tied the apron at the small of her back, gave a little pat to her completely exposed ass, then gestured to the sink. "Okay. Get started on those dishes."

Lorelai eyed him curiously as she stepped up to the sink. "I'm starting to think that you're just using the pretense of roleplaying to get me to do your housework."

"And yet you're still about to do it," he pointed out with a smirk.

"Yeah, well, partly because I like washing dishes, and partly because I'm getting weirdly turned on by you wanting me to do naked chores."

Luke smirked. "Good."

Lorelai turned to face the sink. "Here I go, washing the dishes." She turned on the water and grabbed the scrub brush, and for a few moments, was completely focused on the dishes in the sink.

And then suddenly he was standing behind her and she felt his hands on her hips. She instantly stilled, and he told her, "Don't stop. Just keep doing what you're doing."

She continued swirling the scrub brush around the bowl in front of her. His hands skimmed up her sides until he reached her shoulders, and then he moved them to her chest and slipped them beneath the lacy apron. She groaned softly as he cupped his hands around her breasts.

"You like that?" he rasped into her ear as he squeezed them.

"Mmhmm," she hummed in response as she closed her eyes.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers and she groaned a little louder, and the dishwashing halted altogether as she focused on his hands. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and kissed it gently before murmuring, "I told you not to stop."

Lorelai's eyes fluttered open. "Oops, sorry… I'm not used to multi-tasking doing the dishes and being groped." She placed the washed bowl on the drying rack on the other side of the double sink, then started washing a plate.

Luke's hands caressed her breasts some more before he moved them to her back and untied the apron. As it fell open, his hands smoothed down the center of her back and over the curves of her ass. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and squeezed them, evoking a longer groan from her.

Luke moved one hand back to her chest. As he simultaneously squeezed and caressed her ass and breasts, Lorelai's breathing became heavy and she was letting out soft moans of pleasure.

Luke brushed her hair away from her shoulder and kissed the side of her neck, then whispered into her ear, "Spread your legs."

His command made her body quiver with excitement, and as he pulled back from her, she obligingly inched her feet apart.

Luke slipped his hand between her thighs and let the tips of his fingers glide against her sex, and Lorelai whimpered at the direct contact. He applied a little pressure as he rubbed her folds, and then he separated them with his middle finger.

Lorelai gasped at the penetration and tilted her head back with a moan. "Oh, God, Luke."

"You are so wet," his voice huskily murmured into her ear, follow by a hum of approval. "Housework is a big turn on for you, huh?"

Lorelai glanced back at him with a smirk. "You're the turn on. This domesticity fantasy that you've been hiding away is driving me crazy for some reason."

"I haven't been hiding anything, I just took what you started and kicked it up a notch," he said, and then he looked down at the sink. "Didn't I tell you not to stop? Keep going 'til you're done."

Lorelai's mouth dropped open with disbelief. "Seriously? You have your finger inside of me and you want me to try to focus on the dishes?"

"Well, I can take it away if that makes it easier for you," he replied with a nonchalant shrug, and started to pull his hand away from her.

Lorelai gasped. "No, don't stop!" She quickly turned back to the sink and resumed scrubbing the plate she'd been working on. "Look, I'm washing! Look at me, being domestic and such."

Luke smirked and returned his hand to her body. As he began slowly stroking his finger into her wetness, her head fell forward with a sigh. "Oh, Jesus," she muttered.

As his finger moved in and out of her, her groans were constant as she attempted to continue with the dishes. She put the plate aside and picked up a glass, almost dropping it into the sink when he suddenly added a second finger to the mix.

"Oh, my God!" Lorelai moaned toward the ceiling as he began thrusting into her with two fingers. She soon became lost in a daze of arousal, but was loosely continuing the motions of jabbing the scrub brush into the glass, afraid that if she stopped, he'd stop.

Eventually he pulled his hand away, and while she was disappointed at the loss, she was anxious to get the last few remaining dishes out of the way while she could focus on them. She set the clean glass aside and then started quickly washing another.

The unmistakable sounds of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans stilled her for a moment, and her body started to throb with excitement. She heard what sounded like his jeans being pushed down, and then it sounded like he was maybe taking off his shirt.

She ignored the urge to turn around and see for herself; the anticipation of wondering what he was doing and what he planned to do next was thrilling. She distractedly washed a plate as she waited for his next move, but her body was trembling and she felt like she was going to burst.

Soon his hands were on her waist and pulling her backwards a bit, arching her ass toward him. She felt him press the head of his cock against her slit and she inhaled sharply. He began rubbing it against her, coating it in her wetness, and she waited anxiously for him to push into her. She needed it badly, she was craving to be filled... but he wasn't giving it to her.

"Luke," she begged impatiently as her eyes fell closed.

He didn't say anything. One of his hands was clutching her waist, and he continued rubbing his tip against her folds, teasing her with his painstakingly slow ministrations, making her groan in frustration.

"God, Luke, please," she whimpered.

After a few more seconds of teasing, he whispered into her ear, "When you're done with the dishes, you'll get what you want."

Lorelai's eyes fluttered open as she exhaled a sigh. "Oh, for Christ's sake… you and these damn dishes!"

She glanced down at the sink and saw one remaining bowl. She picked up the scrub brush and washed the bowl faster than she'd ever washed anything before in her life. She rinsed it, dropped the scrub brush in the sink, placed the clean bowl down and declared, "I'm done! Look, empty sink!"

Luke smiled and smoothed his hands up and down her back. "Good. Now I can officially thank you for your cleaning services."

"Yes, thank me," she muttered as she leaned forward to rest her forearms on the counter. "Thank me hard."

Luke separated her folds with the head of his cock and slid his hardness into her. "Oh, God!" Lorelai moaned loudly. As he grasped her hips and began thrusting into her, she grimaced with pleasure and urged, "Ugh, harder… go harder."

Luke picked up the pace, and moans were pouring from her lips as he slammed into her. He was going fast and hard, and had moved one hand up her back to tangle in her hair.

Her head was hanging down over the sink as she voiced her pleasure, urging him on with words of encouragement. "Oh, God… don't stop… keep going…" she breathlessly panted.

His deep thrusts continued for a minute before he pulled out of her, and she groaned disappointedly. "Ugh, that's the opposite of keep going."

Luke stepped back from her. "Turn around."

When Lorelai turned around to face him, he took the apron off her, then grabbed her waist and pulled her up against his body. "Grab on," he told her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he hoisted her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist to secure her body against his.

They kissed hungrily as he carried her over to the bed, where he lay her down on the mattress and positioned himself over her. "For the record, I'm not making the bed again afterwards," she muttered before pressing her lips back to his.

"Mmkay," he murmured through the kiss.

He guided his hardness back to her opening, and her groans of pleasure started back up as he fell into a steady rhythm. His hard, deep thrusts were hitting her in all the right places, and when she was ready to climax, she reached her hand down between her legs.

Luke's eyes alternated between watching her fingers move in firm circles against her clit and watching her facial expressions as she tumbled toward the edge. Her climax washed over her and her loud moans faded into heavy panting as her body settled down from its high.

Luke resumed his hard thrusts until he released inside of her with a loud groan. Lorelai cradled his neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss before letting him roll off of her.

Lorelai cuddled up against him. "Have I told you recently how hot you are?"

"No. I assumed it, but it's nice to have it confirmed," he replied with a smirk.

"Well, I'm confirming it." Lorelai pressed a few kisses to his neck. "I really think you've been long-harboring the dominate-the-maid fantasy. Did you used to have vivid dreams about Alice on the Brady Bunch? You can tell me, I'll still love you."

Luke smirked. "Uh, no. You showed up in a maid's outfit, I played into it, and it was hot, end of story. It's no different than me playing along with any other scenario."

Lorelai nodded in agreement. "Right… you're right." She smiled and added, "I think this summer has turned you into a role playing expert. You just jump right into anything I throw at you."

"Yeah, I'm considering it as an alternative career."

Lorelai smiled and kissed him. "I'll be right back." She climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and from the doorway, Lorelai said, "Hey… I think it's your turn to wash the dishes."

Luke narrowed his eyes in confusion and glanced over at her from the bed. "What?"

"Yeah, in the shower," she continued. "Except I'm the dishes."

Luke smiled. "Wait, can you clarify… am I gonna wash the dishes or do the dishes?"

Lorelai smiled and seductively wiggled an eyebrow. "Both." She beckoned him toward her with her finger, and he quickly climbed off the bed to join her in the bathroom.

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The End

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Author's Note: Well, it took me two years, but I finally got them through the summer of 2007. That was my intent with this story, so I'm marking it complete. Much thanks to everyone who has been patiently following along, I really appreciate all of the support and feedback! :)