Just before nine Luke pulled up in her drive again and sat in his truck for a moment. As usual every light in the house was lit and a couple of windows were open. He shook his head with a smile and stepped out of his truck. He leaned back in to grab the pastry box then walked up to the porch and knocked lightly.

She answered it almost immediately and before he could utter a greeting she stepped out onto the porch, grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and held her close and sighed into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. When she broke the kiss and leaned back she looked into his eyes and smiled.

"I love you." She said, her hands still on his face, her thumbs rubbing his cheeks, almost mimicking the gesture he had used earlier.

"You do?"

"More than I will ever be able to show you." She kissed his lips again. "But I'm gonna keep trying."

"Good." He pulled her in for another kiss but she broke it, grabbed his hands and pulled him into the house. He closed the door behind him and let him drag her into the living room. He spotted the half eaten pizza and the various bowls of candy treats and lifted his pastry box with a shrug. "I guess this was unnecessary."

"Oh! What did you bring?"

"Pie."

"Rory!" Lorelai called as she took the box from him and tore the string from it. "Luke is here…and he brought pie."

"Pie?" Rory came bounding out of her room and hurried over to her mother who was opening the lid.

"Chocolate pie!"

"And strawberry pie!"

"Shall I get a couple of bowls?" Luke asked.

"No, just forks!" Lorelai said and both she and Rory sat on the couch facing each other the pastry box in between them.

"And hurry!" Rory called after him.

When Luke came back wielding two forks and a handful of napkins they took one each then dug in. He lowered himself onto the floor in front of them and stretched his legs out. They ate their slices of pie, taking bites from each one, duelling with their forks and laughing as they finished and each fell back onto opposite arm rests.

"Good pie?" he asked without looking.

"The best," they both said in unison. Then they each sat up and winked at each other before leaning forward and kissing him on each cheek. Luke blushed and ducked his head, rested his chin on his chest and hid his smile.

"What movie are we watching?" he asked.

"Oh boy did you pick a good night to join for movie night!" Rory said as she turned on the couch and carried the now empty pie box into the kitchen. She grabbed herself a drink and called out if they wanted anything. She grabbed their orders and returned to her spot on the couch. Lorelai had turned on her side of the couch and had one of her feet touching his shoulder. He seemed comfy on the floor though Rory passed him a cushion as she settled into her place.

"So…what is it?" he asked.

"Well tomorrow is Friday the 13th." Rory began to explain.

"We're watching Friday the 13th?"

"No, we're watching that tomorrow."

"Of course."

"Tonight we're watching the predecessor to the slasher film."

"Which is?"

"Black Christmas."

"Sounds charming!"

"Oh just you wait and see my friend." Lorelai reached over and turned off the lamp but it made little or no difference with all the other lights on in the house. "Crap, hang on…" both her and Rory jumped up and raced around the house turning off lights until they fame back to the couch out of breath and giggling. Now that the house was lit only by the paused movie on the TV there was a certain eerie mood in the house. The movie started and they watched in relative silence.

He had watched movies with them before and was surprised that this time they were both only commenting when the women in the movie were running in the obvious wrong direction, hiding in the worst places and not screaming the place down like they thought they should. At one point Luke looked back at them both only to see them hiding behind cushions and covering their faces with their hands. Luke reached back and rubbed Lorelai's leg with his hand and when she looked down at him her eyes wide with fear he shifted closer to her.

"Sit up here Luke," she urged and tugged on his shoulder.

They both moved their legs to make room for him and he sat in between them but no sooner had he settled I his place then both of them leaned towards him. Lorelai wrapped her arm around his, careful to nestle his arm between her breasts while Rory just pressed her shoulder against him. He chuckled when they both jumped at a loud bang in the movie but Lorelai shushed him and he was silent again.

By the time the movie ended they were both relieved. Rory leaned over to the coffee table and switched on the lamp and stayed leaning against the arm rest in the relative safely of the light.

"Phew…it's a good one!" Lorelai said and she squeezed his arm before releasing him and leaning back on the other arm rest.

"That shot with the eye in the door jamb!" Rory said and visibly shuddered.

"Why do you guys watch these movies?" Luke asked incredulously. "Not that you were really watching, how much of it did you actually see?"

"We've seen that movie over a hundred times." Rory said.

"So in total, I'd say we've seen the entire movie maybe once." Lorelai said sagely.

"I'm going to bed. G'night Luke."

"Night Rory, sleep well."

"By the way…" She stood up and smiled down at him. "Blueberry pancakes are my favourite."

"Oh…ok, good to know." He said with a mix between a frown and a smile.

"So um…Mom?"

"Sure honey, I'm on it."

Lorelai stood and they linked arms as they walked over to Rory's room, turning on all the lights as they went. He watched as they went in and after a few minutes Lorelai came back out to the couch and lay down, draping her legs over his lap.

"What was that?"

"Oh, I was just checking her room."

"For?"

"Monsters and serial killers." She spoke so calmly as if it was normal and he looked at her with a frown.

"What about that pancakes remark?"

"We chatted earlier."

"About?"

"You."

"What did you say?" he asked then added, "What did she say?"

"We talked about our relationship and how you would be hanging around here more often, so we could spend time together."

"Oh. And she is okay with it?"

"Yeah, very much so."

"Good." Luke felt a weight melt off his shoulders and sank back into the couch a little. His hands on her legs rubbed her gently, one on her knee, the other on her ankle touching her skin.

"She asked if we were sleeping together."

"What?" His hands gripped her legs tighter and he sat up a little.

"It was a natural question," she assured him and rubbed his arm.

"Lorelai-"

"Luke relax, she is seventeen, and she has questions."

"Questions?"

"Relax, I'm not about to divulge details of my sex life to my daughter. She was asking about us, she is trying to gauge where our relationship is."

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her we were very much in love, we were sleeping together but that the normal rules still applied."

"What rules?"

"No guys, sleeping over while Rory still lived here."

"Ok, makes sense." He settled back into the couch and relaxed his hands on her legs and let his fingers continue to massage her.

"But she said that she was happy for us, happy to see us together and she knew we were in love and was ok with you sleeping over."

"She did?"

"As long as it meant you made pancakes in the morning."

Luke chuckled and relaxed again. He let his head fall back onto the couch and rolled his head to face her and smiled.

"So, you wanna stay?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah."

"I dunno, I don't have anything with me, I don't have pyjamas, or toothbrush, and I have to open the diner in the morning."

"Luke relax," she said as she sat forward and rested her hand on his chest. "You don't have to stay, I know I sprang it on you."

"No it's not that…I guess I just wasn't expecting it."

Lorelai chucked as she realised he was echoing the words spoken by her daughter. He needed time to digest and adjust to the situation and she was willing to give him all the time he needed. Well, she realised when she lifted a hand up to stoke his bearded chin, not all the time, but certainly one night.

"Will you at least come up and check my room for monsters and serial killers?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Of course." She turned off the TV, he switched off the lamp then they walked hand in hand up the stairs to her room. At the top of the stairs she stepped behind him and held his hand with both hands as she pushed him into the room first. He turned on the light, and looked around the room. The sight of the towel on the floor by the foot of her bed and the tousled sheets covering the bed brought the memories back with vivid clarity and it made a wave of desire wash over him.

"Check under the bed!"

"Lorelai!" he said laughing.

"Luke if you don't check it and I end up being murdered in my sleep then who will have the last laugh!"

"Okay, okay," he released her hand and got down on all fours to lift the duvet and look under the bed. "Jesus Lorelai, don't you ever hoover up here?"

"No."

"Maybe try it once in a while." He stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Now the closet!"

He walked over to the closet and pulled both doors open. "Nothing in here either."

"Phew."

He turned to see her sitting cross legged on the bed watching him.

"Thanks for having me over tonight, I had a great time." He stood in front of her with both hands in his pockets as his toe scuffed the carpet.

"C'mere." She patted the bed beside her.

"No, if I get down on that bed it'll be too hard to get me off."

"Dirty." He rolled his eyes at her and took a step back towards her bedroom door. "Luke wait…" she launched herself off the bed and caught him before he took another step. "What time do you have to be at the diner to open?"

"Half five."

"Half five!" She gasped the word out and slid her arms down his arms to his hands and pulled them from his pockets. "So early!"

"I open at six and I need to get the breakfast food ready."

"Okay, so half five…that's like…six hours from now." She slowly moved back towards the bed and pulled him with her.

"Yeah, so I should really be going."

"Stay," she urged.

"I dunno, it's weird…Rory is just downstairs."

"We don't have to do anything, I just want to lie with you." Luke felt his resolve melting and she saw it too. "We haven't actually slept together yet." She said and when she spotted his eyes darken and his pupils expand she knew she had him beat. She dropped her grip on his hands and grabbed the bottom of the soft cotton tee she was wearing then lifted it off over her head. Without hesitating she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them then let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them.

"I thought you said we were just sleeping."

"I can't sleep in my clothes!" she walked over to the dresser and rummaged through it then pulled out a pair of cotton shorts and a tee. She tossed them onto the bed then reached behind her to unclasp her bra but couldn't seem to get it done.

"Here, let me…" he stepped over to her and unclasped her bra then gently pulled the straps off her shoulders so it could fall to the floor. She looked back over her shoulder at him then grabbed the tee from the bed and pulled it on. He turned away and went into the bathroom to wash up and use the toilet. When he got back to her bedroom she went to the bathroom. He stood at the foot of her bed, pulled his shirt off over his head without opening it. Then unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans and pulled them off too. He folded them and left them over the chair by the window where his shirt was draped then tossed his socks over there too and turned back to the bed.

Did she have a side? He wondered and he was reluctant to lie on the bed until she made it clear. He checked out both nightstands but they each had books and trinkets you'd expect to have on a particular side. He didn't have to worry about picking sides as all he had was a small single bed. It was all he ever needed though he realised he was ready to get rid of that now and buy a new one.

When she came back into the room and found him standing at the foot of her bed, staring at it with one hand on his hip, the other scratching his chin.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," he waved absently at her bed. "I just wasn't sure…"

"Not sure?" she closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand by him and surveyed the bed with him. "About staying?"

"No, well yes, but no." He glanced over at her and smiled. "I wasn't sure if you had a side."

"A side? Of the bed you mean?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to lie on your side of the bed."

"Ha! Please, the whole bed is my side." She slapped his butt and climbed onto the bed, pulled back the covers and patted the mattress beside her. He followed her and lay on his back on the side closer to the door reached over for her alarm clock and set it for as late as he could possibly make it but still get to the diner on time.

"I can't help but feel like you gave me this side to ward off any oncoming attacks through the door."

"No! Of course not!" She took his hand and rolled away from him so he curled up behind her. He slid one arm beneath her pillow to her front, circled the other one around her waist and pulled her back against him then kissed her behind her ear.

"Is this weird?" he asked, his voice a whisper into the utter darkness of the room.

"Does it feel weird?"

"No, it feels amazing."

"Then it's not weird." She snuggled her butt back against him and felt his hand tighten on her stomach. "So is this our 7th date?" she asked and loved the feeling of his shaking body as he chuckled.

"I think 8th."

"When was our 7th?"

"This afternoon."

"Does that count?"

"God I hope so!" he leaned in and kissed her neck then pulled her tighter against her as if that was even possible. She sighed against him, covered the hand he had splayed across her stomach with her own and slid it under her tee against her skin and up to cover one of her breasts. He kissed her neck and she felt his body settle against hers, his chest pressed into her back and their legs entangled. "This feels…"

"Yeah."


Luke fell into a light slumber. Her steady breathing was a soft rhythm and helped him relax but he just couldn't seem to fall into a deep sleep. A mixture of wanting to be awake for every second he was lying in her bed, the strange surroundings and the knowledge that Rory was just down stairs. That was his main issue he realised with a sigh. Her hands had slackened over his and he found that he was just holding her breast, her nipple was soft in his palm. He moved his hand slightly, rubbed her peak and smiled into her hair when he felt it tighten to a taut sensitive tip. He gripped her tighter to him and tried to relax back into a soft sleep.

Lorelai stirred when he moved his hand against her breast and she woke from her slumber feeling her nipples tighten. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she just knew he was smiling. Then with a little squeeze he slackened behind her with a sigh. Her eyes flew to the clock on the nightstand and she saw it was just after half two. Plenty of time she decided with a wicked smile, to coax him into submission. She knew he would resist, knew he would be a little uncomfortable with Rory in the house but decided that if he was going to be staying over, if they relationship was going to keep developing, he had to get over this, otherwise they might not have sex again until Rory left for college. She rolled her eyes at the thought, realising that in their short week of official dating they had managed to copulate more than once. She stifled the urge to laugh and instead clenched her butt against him.

She knew the second he woke fully. His breathing hitched in his throat and his hips moved slightly away from her, as if protecting his virtue. She took in a deep breath forcing her breast into his hand and arched her back to press her butt into his crotch.

"Stop." Was all he said and he tightened his grip on her to still her ministrations.

"What?"

"Stop Lorelai. I'm trying to sleep. I have to be up in…" He lifted his head to check the time. "Three hours."

"Plenty of time." She started to roll over towards him but he didn't let her and instead held her in position. She shrugged and instead pushed her butt back and clenched it against him and he realised his mistake.

"Stop!" he said, louder this time, more insistent.

"Or what?" she asked demurely and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Or I'll get up and leave."

"Oh no, don't!" She relaxed her body. "I'll be good." His body relaxed and she smirked. "I'll be so good." She drew the words out in a long drawl that made him shudder and she took advantage of his moment of weakness. Her hand slipped between them, and grabbed his semi erect cock through his boxers. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him slowly. He moaned into her hair and let her touch him for a moment then moved his hand down to grab her wrist and stop her.

"No Lorelai, don't," his voice was pained and his breathing ragged. "Please…stop."

"Okay," she pulled her hand out of his grasp, rubbed his hip then resumed her sleeping position with both hands under her pillow. She stilled her own hips and tried to regulate her breathing as Luke leaned away from her to stop his now fully erect penis from pressing into her. His heart was pummelling against his ribs and he was struggling to pull his breath in and out of his lungs. He had one hand resting on his chest, the other was still under her pillow connected to her hands. Her fingers were curled around his and the weight of her head on his arm was comforting.

"God dammit…" he muttered as he rolled back towards her and pulled her back to him against his hard cock and grabbed her breasts with his free hand. "You are insatiable."

"I believe it is you who is manhandling me."

"Only after you woke me up, so to speak." He nuzzled the back of her neck and moved his hand down from her breast, over her stomach and below the cuff of her shorts. She arched her back and let him access whatever part of her he wanted. She moaned when he cupped her and stroked her gently with his fingertips. "Shhh!" he whispered into her ear. "If we do this, it's going to be a silent session!" Lorelai chuckled but loved the challenge of trying to keep silent while his fingers ran rampant over her body.

He pushed her shorts down then lifted his leg and pulled them off her completely with his foot. This trick alone made her laugh but he silenced her again with a "shush!"

He wiggled out of his own boxers in the same fashion all the while kneading her breasts with his hand and kissing and nipping the back of her neck and shoulder. She reached back and grabbed his cock, wound her fingers around it tightly and stroked him slowly and she pressed her butt back and brushed his top along the crack. He moaned aloud and this time she "shushed" him.

His hand that stroked her stilled and his fingers pushed past her folds and dragged from her entrance to her clitoris, circled it slowly then moved back down to her entrance. She was wet and ready but he wanted to tease her some more. Have her begging all the while keeping her silent. He pushed down the urges he had to roll her onto her front and push into her with speed. He wanted to kneel up, grasp the headboard and pump into her with abandon, but not yet. That would wait for another time, another time when they were alone, when he would encourage her moans and screams and not try this game with silent lovemaking. Though this was tougher. Without her moaning and vocal guidance he was trying angles and stroked he hadn't tried before, hoping against hope it was working for her too.

When he slid two fingers into her he heard her breath evacuate from her lungs and knew he was at least on the right path. The grip she had on his cock tightened making his hips jerk. She pushed her butt back and moved his cock between her cheeks. Luke slipped his knee between her legs and parted them then as he took his fingers out of her he pressed his hand on her lower torso slowly moved his hips forward. Her hand moved from between them to her front and guided him to her entrance. He kept it there for a moment, his tip brushing against it until he felt her muscles contract and he slowly pushed himself into her in the most agonisingly leisurely stroke that made her whimper.

Luke pulled all the way out and held the tip of his cock at her entrance again. She tried to lower herself around him but he held her still and again in a single slow stroke he pushed into her.

"Luke." His name was like candy floss and it melted on her tongue as she spoke. She tried to speed him up but he wasn't having any of it. This was going to be a slow languid fuck and the build-up was going to last as long as he could make it, which, he decided as he closed his eyes and bit lower lip, was not going to be that long. Each slow stroke caused the bubble in her core expand a little more until she felt her body encompassed by it completely. His hand cupped her mound with one finger gently stroking her clitoris in the same infuriatingly slow speed as his cock. He breathing was ragged, her panting became cries and she turned into the pillow to muffle them. A soft sheen of sweat broke out on his back with the strain of holding back but when he felt her inner muscles clench and tighten around him he let himself follow. He held her hips steady and pushed into her in quicker succession until his release shattered inside her, extending her orgasm as he kept stroking in and out until he was spent.

He kissed the back of her head, hugged her close and tried to regain control of his lungs and basked in how she fit so perfectly against him. After a moment he went to roll away from her onto his back but she whimpered and reached back to hold him in place.

"Not yet…" she whispered.

"You are a bad influence on me." Lorelai chuckled and his grip on her tightened for a moment then he released her and rolled away. He lay flat on his back and closed his eyes over. "Come away with me," he said into the darkness without opening his eyes.

"What?" Lorelai shifted on her side of the bed, shaking the mattress as she turned to face him and propped her head up with her elbow on her pillow and rested one hand on his chest where she could tickle the dusting of hair that tapered down his torso.

"Come away with me…" he repeated and he opened his eyes, rolled his head to look at her then covered the hand on his chest with his own.

"Away? Like move somewhere?"

"What? No!" Luke laughed softly. "For the weekend. Let's go away for the weekend. Me and you."

Finally understanding what he was asking Lorelai scooted closer to him and kissed his chest. "Where would we go?"

"I don't care. I just want you all to myself, for longer than a couple of snatched hours here and there." He rolled onto his side and mirrored her position. "I want to wake up next to you without having to worry about getting to the diner on time. I want to make love to you with abandon, I want to make you scream and call out my name, I want you to try and make me call out yours."

"Try?" she said with a smile.

He waggled his eyebrows at her and stroked her arm. "So? Will you?"

"Yes! I'd love to."

"Good." He kissed her to seal the deal. "This weekend?"

"No, I can't this weekend. I need more time to sort out the Inn before I take off, I need to give notice at work."

"Next weekend?"

"Next weekend is the movie festival, I have to be around for that." She watched as his shoulders slumped and his eyes dipped away from hers. "Does it have to be a weekend?"

"Hmm?"

"How about midweek?" She said with a smile. "We could go on Monday for a few days. But I need to be back on Thursday to get the festival set up started."

"Yeah," he said and he pulled her closer for a kiss.

"So where do you want to go?"

"Let me worry about that."

"Not camping."

"No," Luke chuckled. "I know you better than to trick you into sleeping in a tent."

"Well the shared sleeping bag has its attraction."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"So where?"

"Shhh, secret."

Lorelai snuggled in next to him. Rested her head on his shoulder and draped her arm and leg over him. He kissed the top of her head and felt himself relax.

"New York?"

"Shhh."

"Boston?"

"Shhh!"

"Maybe we'll sneak over the border for some Canadian sex!"

"Shhh…wait what? Canadian sex? What's different about Canadian sex?"

"Mountie hats."

Luke laughed and tightened his hold on her. "Go to sleep Gilmore. I have to be up in three hours."

"No point in sleeping if you'll only be sleeping for three hours." she said and her hand started to move down his body but he grabbed it and pulled it back up.

"A. I do not have the stamina or energy to go another round with you right now." He kissed her hand and then pressed it to his chest where he held it tightly. "B. Rory is downstairs and if I did somehow manage to come to attention there is no way I would be able to keep it as quiet as we just did!"

"Spoilsport."

He kissed her forehead and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "Go to sleep."