A/N: It has been pointed out that this is indeed Chapter 50 of my dirty little stories. A challenge to celebrate the occasion: Let me hear from those of you who do not review. Just a couple of words so that I know you're still out there… For those of you that always review, thank you, I adore you. You feed the fire! Enjoy!

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He walked through the door of the Dragonfly and stood in the foyer for a moment, looking for her as he clutched the bouquet tightly in his hand. When he saw her push through the kitchen door, his face lit up in a smile. Lorelai was chattering over her shoulder to one of the servers, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her husband standing there smiling at her with a handful of flowers. She nodded as they wrapped up their conversation, and then approached Luke slowly as she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. She stopped two feet in front of him and looked down at the flowers he held out to her proudly. She looked up at him with a gasp and pressed her hand to her heart as she said, "Oh. My. God. You're having an affair with my mother!"

"What?" Luke said as he looked at her as if she had sprouted another head.

"My mother, at the house in the middle of the day, while I'm at work, and then you show up here with flowers," she said as she waved her hand in a circle. "You don't give me flowers. Flowers are a waste of money. These are guilt flowers!" she accused.

"They are not guilt flowers!" Luke said indignantly. "I've given you flowers before," he scoffed.

"Not very often, and never for no reason," she said shaking her head. "Why are you here? Where are the boys?" she asked.

"Your mother kicked me out," he explained. He held the flowers out to her again and asked, "Do you want the stupid things or not?"

"They're not guilt flowers?" she asked as she eyed him carefully.

"No, they're 'Now I feel stupid' flowers," he corrected gruffly.

A bright smile spread over her face as she took the bouquet and lifted it to her nose. "They're beautiful," she said as she beamed at the bouquet. "Thank you," she said with a giggle.

"You're welcome," he said with a sigh of exasperation. "Now I remember why I don't do that," he said as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

Lorelai took his arm and said, "Come into my office," as she pulled him through the reception area. She closed and locked the door after them and threw her arms around his neck, the bouquet still firmly in hand as she kissed him soundly. When she drew away, parting their lips with obvious reluctance she whispered again, "Thank you."

"They're just some stupid flowers. I saw them and I thought you would like them," he grumbled.

"I do. I love them," she assured him. She smiled demurely and said, "I love that you were thinking about me."

"I think about you all of the time," he answered with a shrug.

"You wanted me to stay home and play with you," she said softly as she brushed her lips over his. She placed the bouquet on her desk before she turned back and looked up at him with guileless eyes.

"I tried, you resisted," he reminded her.

"You couldn't stay away," she said as she toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt. "My mother kicked you out of the house, and you came looking for me," she said as she looked up at him through her lashes.

Luke tried to play it cool as he said casually, "Stopped by the bakery to check on things."

"How long were you there?" she asked with a knowing smile.

Luke smiled back and said, "About two and a half minutes."

"So you bought me flowers and came over here?" she asked teasingly.

"Thought maybe you might need me to do something around here," he said with a shrug.

Lorelai's eyebrows shot up as she said, "Oh, I do." She reached for his belt and tugged on it.

Luke laughed and said, "No way."

"You wanted to just a little while ago," she said as she carefully slid his belt from the loops and began to unbuckle it.

"Still do, but you're at work," he said as he reached to still her busy hands.

Lorelai stepped back and looked up at him with a devilish smile. She ran her hands over her hips and then caught the edge of her panties through the material of her skirt. She looked at him boldly as she started to work them down under her skirt, watching as he unconsciously licked his lips to wet them. She gave her hips a little shake and Luke's eyes widened as her panties slid down her legs. She grabbed his arm to steady herself and stepped out of them without removing her pumps. She gasped and said in a mock horrified tone, "Luke, my panties came off!"

Luke reached out and ran his hand over her bottom as he growled, "You're one of those girls mothers warn their sons about."

"Oh yeah," she said with smile. "Any girl like me comes near my boys and I'll claw her eyes out," she said with a laugh. She kissed him softly and whispered, "Poor Luke, no one to protect and defend his honor. No one to keep him safe from the bad girls," she purred as she ran her fingertip down his throat. She smiled as she gestured to the couch and asked in a throaty voice, "Would you care to sit down?"

"No," he said gruffly as she ran her hands up and down his arms.

"No?" she asked, looking up at him in surprise.

"No," he repeated as he pushed her back against her desk. He started to push her skirt up over her thighs, kissing her heatedly as he stroked the soft skin beneath. "God, I love this skirt," he grumbled as he bent to blaze a trail of fiery kisses from her jaw to her ear. He nipped at her earlobe and groaned softly as he drew it into her mouth.

Lorelai reached down to trace the outline of his erection through his jeans and murmured, "So hard."

"Skirt," he muttered as he pressed his lips to the racing pulse in her neck, feeling it quicken beneath his lips.

"Just the skirt?" she asked. "If Miss Patty was wearing this skirt, you'd follow her around bringing her flowers?" she teased.

"No," he said quickly. He pulled back to look at her and said, "And before you go there, I wouldn't want to push her up onto this desk and fuck her senseless either." When she gasped in shock, he smiled and said, "You're gonna have to retire the skirt. It's too powerful."

"You used the 'f' word in broad daylight," she said in an awed voice.

He kissed her hard, parting her lips with his tongue and plunging into her sweet mouth. He pulled back and said, "You lost your panties in broad daylight, so don't judge me."

"No judging," she said quickly as she ran her hands over his flannel clad chest. "God, you make me hot," she said softly.

"I do?" he asked as his hand crept higher. "Let's see," he said as he pushed the skirt up over her hips. He slipped a finger into her folds and found her warm and damp. He smiled that devastatingly cocky smile and said, "Apparently, I do." He pressed his finger to her clit and his smiled widened as she moaned in anticipation.

She looked up at him challengingly and asked, "So are you going to do this or not?"

"Do you?" he asked with a smirk. "I definitely am," he said with a firm nod. "It's just a matter of whether I do it now or later," he said in a low, dangerous voice. "What do you think?" he asked as he drew his hand away from her and sucked the moisture from his fingertip.

"Now, now," she urged.

"You think?" he asked in a playfully doubtful tone.

Lorelai reached for the zipper on his jeans and said, "Oh, yeah." She looked up at him boldly and said, "Fuck me now, Luke."

"But, you're working," he said without bothering to stop her as she frantically tried to free him from his jeans.

"Yes," she said in a sultry voice. "Now, while I'm here in my office. On my desk," she said as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked him hard and said, "While all of those people are out there, I want you in here, in me."

Luke made a low growling noise in the back of his throat and stepped between her parted thighs. Lifting her easily, he pushed her up onto the desk, heedless of the stacks of papers, forgotten coffee cups and framed photos that were pushed back. Lorelai pushed his pants down over his hips, and then reached to stroke the length of his cock as she looked up at him. "Wait," she said as she pushed at his chest with her other hand.

"Wait what?" he asked in frustration.

Lorelai slipped off of the desk, took his arms and turned him so that he was behind the desk. "Sit," he ordered as she gave him a push back into her chair.

Luke landed in the seat and muttered, "Arf," in a disgruntled tone.

"Down boy," she teased as she wiggled her skirt back down.

"What are you doing?" he asked, clearly perplexed.

Lorelai dropped to her knees in front of the chair and looked up at him with a smile as she said, "You always say this skirt makes me look like a naughty secretary." She ran her fingers up the length of him and said with wide eyed innocence, "I thought I'd take some dictation." When he chuckled, she leaned forward, the ends of her hair tickling him and her warm breath washing over his taut skin as she said, "You talk, I'll take it all down."

Luke's breath came in puffs as he asked, "Talk?"

"Well, yes," she said as she ran her finger over the tip of him, picking up a bead of moisture that had collected there. She lifted her finger to her lips and said, "You talk about what you want, and I'll take careful note of it." She looked up into his dark blue eyes and licked the tip of her finger teasingly.

"I want you to, uh, suck me," he said breathlessly as closed his eyes and gripped the arms of the chair tightly.

"Tell me how," she whispered as she bent over him, her lips millimeters from the sensitive tip of his cock.

A breath shuddered from him as he said in a soft raspy voice, "Lick, gently, oh yeah," as she touched him lightly with her tongue. "Around," he groaned.

"Like this, Mr. Danes?" she asked before swirling her tongue around the head of his cock.

"Just like that, Mrs. Danes," he murmured as he dug his fingers into the arm of the chair, trying to resist the urge to grasp her had and force her down on him.

Lorelai swirled her tongue around him two more times and then asked, "Anything more, Mr. Danes?"

"Your lips," he whispered.

"What about my lips, sir?" she asked as she blinked up at him innocently.

Luke looked down into her dancing blue eyes and said gruffly, "Wrap your lips around me." When she did as she was told. Luke groaned as she held him still in her mouth, the head of his cock resting on her velvety tongue. "Suck," he grunted as he thrust slightly at her. Lorelai moaned softly as she began to suck on him, running her tongue around his throbbing flesh as she drew him deeper into her mouth. "Oh God, you're good," he whispered in a harsh voice. Lorelai hummed softly around him, letting him know that she heard and appreciated his words. "You're mouth is so hot," he told her. "Feels so good," he panted. "Oh, Lorelai," he whispered.

She lifted her head and asked, "Yes, Mr. Danes?"

"Don't stop," he whispered desperately. When Lorelai took him back in her mouth again, he ran his fingers carefully over her hair, trying to relax and enjoy the sensations she was sent shooting through him. "I'm always torn," he admitted raggedly.

"Hmm?" she hummed around him.

"So good," he murmured. "But not as good as being inside of you," he said in a hoarse voice. She increased her pace, stroking his shaft as she sucked harder, faster. "Stop, stop, Lorelai," he said breathlessly.

She looked up and asked, "Stop or don't stop?"

"I don't know," he whispered as he fingered her hair gently.

"You don't?" she asked softly.

"Yes, I do," he said, making up his mind quickly. He placed his hands on her arms and pulled, signaling her to stand up. When she stood, towering over him in her heels, he reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it again as he leaned forward. When she was bared before him he groaned and said, "There's nothing like being in you." He reached out and dragged a teasing finger through her folds, taking a deep breath and she widened her stance and allowed him access to her. He stroked her clit gently, watching as a shiver ran through her and she reached for the desk to brace her hand. He stood up and said, "Later, I promise I'll return the favor, but right now, I can't wait any longer." He pressed her back onto the desk and positioned himself at her entrance. He watched her as he pressed into her wet heat, excited by the look of pure feminine pleasure that sufficed her face. "My sexy, sexy bride," he murmured as he pushed her back, burying himself in her to the hilt.

She looked up at him with lust dazed eyes and whispered, "Fuck me, Mr. Danes."

"Jesus," he whispered as he began to move slowly inside of her. "You should be illegal," he growled.

"Why's that?" she asked with a pleased smile.

"Too dangerous," he said raggedly. He stared down at her and said, "A lesser man would be dead by now."

She smiled at him and dropped her head back wantonly as he moved inside of her and said, "Good thing I picked you, then."

"Damn good thing," he said through clenched teeth. When she contracted her muscles, squeezing him tight within her walls, he groaned and said, "Don't do that."

"Oh, but I want to," she said in a low voice. "I want to squeeze you until you come, hard and hot inside of me. And then, I'm going to walk out of here and greet my guests and talk to Michel and Sookie. The whole time, I'll feel you inside of me," she said, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Lorelai," he panted.

"Hard and hot, Luke," she whispered to the ceiling. "Oh God, I'll feel you," she panted as he drove into her. "I'll come in here to do my paperwork and I'll know that you had me right here. Your big, hard cock pulsing inside of me," she said with a soft moan. "I'll sit in my chair and know that just a short time ago, you were in my mouth. I'll taste you on my lips, my tongue," she said softly.

"Oh shit," he groaned helpless to stop now.

"You'll go home and talk to my mother, your cock sticky from how wet I am," she panted, her chest heaving with excitement. "God, I love that. Knowing that you'll smell like me," she said softly. "Can you feel me getting wetter? Hotter?" she asked.

"Stop. Stop talking," he rasped.

"I can't," she murmured. "Don't shower," she panted. "I want to suck the taste of me off of you later," she told him.

"Lorelai," he said desperately.

She felt him surging inside of her, and clenched her muscles, closing her thighs as she held him tightly. "Oh Luke," she sighed as she felt her orgasm coming.

"I can't," he said, his eyes wide with awareness.

"Don't," she whispered. "Fill me up, I'm ready," she coaxed.

Releasing a gust of breath he hadn't realized that he was holding, Luke groaned deep in his throat as he began to empty into her. "Lorelai, oh fuck, oh," he panted, biting down on his lip to keep from crying out with relief.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," she said as she arched up off of the desk, hurtling toward her finish. "Oh God, I love this skirt," she said, laughing as she came, panting as she smiled through wave after wave of pleasure. As her chest heaved, Luke dropped his head to her shoulder. "I'm wearing the damn thing every day," she whispered.

Luke chuckled and said, "I might lose some of its appeal, then."

"True," she said as she drew in a ragged breath. "Mr. Danes?" she purred as she lifted a hand to his shoulder.

"Yes?" he asked with an embarrassed smile.

"Do I get the promotion?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," he chuckled.

"What's my new title?" she asked with a grin.

"Same one you had before," he answered as he straightened up enough to kiss her.

Lorelai frowned and said, "A promotion without a new title?"

Luke shook his head and said, "I can't do any better than 'Love of my Life,' I'm afraid." He kissed her again and said, "I'm sorry, but you'll have to take your raise in kisses, too. You understand, budget constraints," he explained offhandedly.

"Big hot kisses?" she asked.

"All kinds of kisses," he told her.

"I can live with that," she said with a nod.

"So, we have a deal?" he asked, raising one eyebrow at her.

Lorelai nodded and said, "We have a deal."

Luke nodded back and stepped away from her reluctantly before holding out his hand to shake hers. Lorelai took it with an amused smile. Luke gave her a firm handshake and cleared his throat as he said, "We'll work out the details later, but I look forward to a long and mutually beneficial partnership."

"As do I," she purred. She smirked and said, "Now pull up your pants and go home and check on my babies."

"Hey, who's the boss here?" asked as he tucked himself back into his boxers and jeans.

Lorelai smiled at him and said, "The girl with no underpants on."

Luke frowned and asked, "You're gonna put them back on, though, aren't you?"

Lorelai shook her head and shook her skirt down before she bent over straight legged, glancing at him over her shoulder. She folded the panties carefully and tucked them into his jeans pocket, sure to brush against his still semi-aroused cock as she patted them down. "You hang onto these for me," she said in a soft, seductive voice. "I'll be home soon."

"Lorelai," he started to protest as he reached into his pocket, feeling the silky material there.

"No," she said as she placed her hand over his. "Just keep them there," she said gently. "I want you thinking about me," she murmured as she stretched up to kiss him again.

"I'm always thinking about you," he said gruffly. "Remember? The 'I feel stupid' flowers?" he said as he gestured to the bouquet on the desk.

Lorelai nodded and said solemnly, "And now you have the 'I will want you forever,' panties."

He cocked his head and asked, "Am I supposed to carry them with me all the time? Am I not supposed to wash them?"

Lorelai shrugged and said, "They're yours to do with what you like. If they end up in my drawer again, I'll wear them." She looked up at him and said, "If they don't, then I know you have them tucked away somewhere."

Luke smirked and said, "My luck, I'll get hit by a bus, and they'll cut my pants off to save my leg and your panties will fall out and the whole town will think I'm a cross dresser."

Lorelai nodded and said soberly, "Yes, I can see how that would be a concern." She stepped back and said, "Look at it this way, if I get kidnapped and carted off to the woods somewhere, you can use those to track me by my scent."

Luke looked at her with an amused smile and said, "You want me to give the police dogs your panties to sniff?"

"Or you could," she said with a laugh.

"This is getting to weird, even for you," he said shaking his head.

"Think of it this way," she said as she rested her hand on his chest. "I'm wearing your favorite skirt, with absolutely nothing underneath and only a couple of more hours to work," she said as she toyed with a button on his shirt. "Now, aside from the fact that I dare not sit down for the rest of the day, the thought of you waiting impatiently for bedtime is giving me a really warm, fuzzy feeling," she said softly.

Luke wrapped his arms around her and said, "I love a warm, fuzzy feeling wife."

Lorelai nodded and said, "And I love my hot, sexy husband." She kissed him lingeringly and then whispered, "I'd better get back out there. Oh, and I need to find a vase for my pretty flowers," she said as she picked up the bouquet and buried her nose in the blooms again. She smiled up at him brightly and asked, "Did I thank you for them?"

Luke grinned and said, "Yes, very improperly."

"Good," she said with a nod. She straightened her skirt again and smoothed her hand over it. "How so I look?" she asked.

"Incredible," he answered honestly.

Lorelai smiled and said, "We should have these conferences more often."

Luke nodded and said, "I think there may be cause for further discussions."

"I'll pencil you in," she said as she turned the lock and opened the office door.

"Use ink," he said as he brushed past her, dropping a casual kiss to her lips. "See you in a little bit," he said as he headed for the door.

As he walked back toward the square, he reached into his pocket and rubbed the silky material between his fingers, with a small satisfied smile on his face.