A/N: For Jewels and Iwanna … Hell, it's for all of us who love a good game of Baby Crepe!

Naughty Nanny

Lorelai pressed a button and held the phone to her ear. "Hello? What? Luke? Calm down. I can't understand you when you're not ranting hysterically." She glanced at Rory then rolled her eyes. "Well, okay…. What are you . . . Okay! Okay, I'll be right there. Goodbye." She disconnected the call and turned to her daughter. "I gotta go."

Stunned by the abrupt turn of events, Rory asked, "Why? What's up?"

Lorelai grabbed her keys. "Luke's spazzing."

"Why?"

"I don't know." She hurried for the front door, calling over her shoulder, "Will you be here when I get back?"

"If you don't mind. Paris was getting out her potter's wheel as I was leaving," Rory answered with a grimace of distaste.

"Okay, I'll go pick up Chinese."

Rory smirked and lounged against the doorframe. "Or we can eat what's under the sink."

"Ah, the wit…."

"Get egg rolls," Rory shouted.

"All right, just watch out - old guys don't like 'em bossy!"

Lorelai pulled the door closed and hustled across the yard. She skirted Babette's forsythia bushes and made a beeline for the shortcut between old Mrs. Foster's yard and cranky Mr. Peterson's. Less than three minutes passed before she hurried up the walk to Sookie's front door.

Not content with the path he'd worn on the front walk, Luke turned when he heard her footsteps. "What took you so long? Why? You need to charter an airplane?"

Lorelai rolled her eyes. "I came as quickly as I…." She trailed off as Luke's hand closed around her upper arm. "Ow!"

Luke eased his grip almost imperceptibly and hauled her toward the front door. "Get in here."

"What is going on?"

"Move quicker, please," he ground out between clenched teeth.

Lorelai stumbled into the foyer and looked around with a puzzled expression. "Is Sookie here?"

"They went to see a movie."

"Do they know you're here?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes, they do."

Lorelai's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "And they're okay with that?"

With a muffled grunt, Luke tightened his grip on her arm again and pulled her down the hall. "This way, please."

A sudden surge of panic seized her as she tripped across the threshold into the bedroom. As quickly as the surge came, it receded, leaving her awash in a sea of confused anticipation. She blinked at Luke and then dug in her heels. "Stop. What's going on? Why are we in the bedroom?"

"I offered to babysit," Luke said, impatience tingeing his voice.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to process his statement. "I'm sorry, you did what?"

"I heard Sookie talking to Jackson about wanting to go out, and there was no one to watch the baby, so I offered to watch it for her."

Lorelai leveled her incredulous gaze on him. "It?"

"Him. Watch him for her," he huffed.

"And she let you?"

"Yes, she let me," he snapped. "So I came over, and the minute she left, it started to cry."

"It?" she repeated, glaring up at him.

"Him, he started to cry. He wouldn't stop. I did everything," Luke insisted. An edge of desperation sharpened his tone. "I did the jiggle and the bouncy and the airplane, and then I even picked it up."

"It?"

"Him! Dammit, him!" he cried, throwing his hands up in frustration and surrender. "I picked him up, but it didn't matter. He wouldn't stop crying. So finally I invented a game."

Shocked, Lorelai's eyes widened then narrowed to piercing blue slits. "What kind of game?"

"I called it baby crepe," he admitted gruffly.

Lorelai stared at him, her face blank with disbelief. "I don't think I know that one."

"Well, it was working pretty good." When she continued to stare at him, he rolled his eyes. "You get down here on the floor and then you roll him up in a blanket and then you pull it back and forth and back and forth," Luke explained, gesturing wildly as he demonstrated the concept. "He loved it. He didn't cry; he smiled. He giggled. He was having the time of his life. And then…."

She gasped as he trailed off. "Oh no."

"I pulled back the blanket a little too hard," Luke admitted.

"What?"

"And he rolled under the bed."

"What?"

"And he got stuck."

Horrified, Lorelai turned to look at the bed. "Oh! Oh my God!" She dropped to her knees and peered under the dust ruffle.

"I tried to get him out, but I couldn't get him to grab the string," Luke continued, a desperate plea cracking his voice as he dropped down beside her. "And then he fell asleep, and I worried if I woke him up, the screaming would start again."

Lorelai gaped at him. "I can't believe you rolled little Davey under the bed."

A puzzled crease appeared between Luke's eyebrows. "Davey?"

Her jaw dropped further. "Yes, Davey - Sookie's baby."

Luke reared back. "Is that his name? I've been calling him Truman."

"Why?"

"I thought that's what his name was."

This time it was Lorelai's turn to pull back. "Where'd you get Truman from?"

"I don't know, I heard it wrong, okay?" He turned his head to peer under the bed again. "Do you think he's gonna hold this against me?

She snorted. "What, the man that rolled him under the bed? No, I think you're good." Turning at Davey she sighed, "Oh, man, he really is sleeping. He looks so peaceful."

"See? I made him happy."

His assertion won him another snort. Lorelai pulled back and sat up, resting her bottom on her heels. "We need to lift this bed and get him up."

Luke nodded and began to unbutton his flannel. Lorelai stared, transfixed by the snug white t-shirt stretched across his muscular chest. The room began to close in around her. She turned away, the wide expanse of mattress clouding her vision. That strange mix of panic and anticipation swamped her.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking off my shirt," he answered, stripping the layer of brushed cotton down his arms.

Lorelai did her best to keep from staring at the bulging muscles of his biceps, but her best failed. "Uh, what part of 'lift the bed and get him out' translates to you taking off your shirt?"

"I need to be able to move," he said, tossing the shirt aside as he rose to his feet with surprising grace.

Panic won out. "No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not lifting the bed with a naked you."

"I wasn't going to take off my pants," he snarled. "How do you want to do this?"

Lorelai blinked, a thousand answers to his loaded question flashing through her mind. Not one of those answers involved a baby crepe, lifting a bed, or Luke's pants.

"Lorelai?"

The familiar bewilderment in his tone cut through the strobe of non-baby-rescuing related scenes lighting up her brain. She shook her head to clear it then pointed to the footboard. "Uh, lift up here, and I'll get him out."

"Okay."

Lorelai found herself absorbed in the sight of Luke's long, strong fingers curling around the bottom of the bed frame.

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you ready?"

Jolted from her reverie, Lorelai gasped, "No!" and ducked under the bed.

The moment the frames lifted a few inches off the floor, her hands closed around Davey's sleeper-clad body and she snatched him from under the boards bracing the box springs. She clutched the baby to her chest, snuggling him close.

"Hey. Hey, Davey. I gotcha." She stroked one chubby cheek with the back of her finger. "You're snoozy, huh? Yeah."

"How is he?"

The husky timbre of Luke's voice combined with the cuddly, soft weight pressing against her breasts to send a jolt of pure primal desire careening through her body. "He's just fine. He's just fine," she murmured. Her gaze fixed on the worn, faded denim bagging at Luke's knees. She raised her head, her mesmerized stare traveling leisurely over the tiny frayed threads along the edge of his fly, glancing over the burnished buckle on his belt, and landing somewhere in the blank field of white stretched over his torso.

Lorelai wet her lips as she turned away, walking on her knees to the bassinet next to the bed. "There you go," he mumbled, depositing the sleepy baby amongst the tangle of blanket and plush toys. Her fingertips trailed over the snaps of Davey's sleeper as she pulled away. "Just kick back, wait 'til Mommy gets home."

Lorelai rolled to her feet. "Now please tell me what is going on here," she said quietly.

Luke's answer came too quickly. "Nothing."

"Why are you babysitting?" she demanded, finally daring a peek at him.

"I…."

"You hate babies," she persisted.

"No I don't … Not really."

"Jam hands, Bongo Bear … Lactation," she added with a malicious smile. "You do not babysit ever. And yet here you are making up baby games, and I want to know why."

"I don't hate babies!"

Lorelai's patience frayed. "Luke…."

"I don't!"

"Okay, you don't hate babies, but you don't like them, either," she pointed out.

"Yes, I do," he retorted, the tips of his ears glowing red in the dim lamplight.

"You do, huh?" she asked snidely. "Ancient Chinese secret?"

"What?"

"Has all that Calgon water softener finally softened Luke Danes enough that he wants to babysit someone else's kid?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"What the hell are you up to?" she shot back.

"What? I can't do something nice for my friends?" he demanded, splaying his open palms in an over-the-top display of innocence.

"Ha!" she cried. "You might have had me up to there, but you just gave yourself away!"

"Gave what away?"

"And you give ... And you give … And you give yourself away," she sang under her breath. "I'll figure out what's going on here, with or without you, Bono," she threatened, her jaw tensing with resolve.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but that's nothing new," he grumbled.

"Fess up, Luke. You know I'm going to figure it out sooner or later."

"There's nothing to figure out!"

"You just decided that you would rather spend the evening playing Baby Crepe with a three-month-old than watching guys bounce a ball around?"

"Bounce a ball around?"

"Whatever it is you watch." Lorelai shook her head. "Baby Crepe? Where did you come up with that? Wouldn't Baby Burrito be better?"

"It's Sookie's kid," Luke argued.

"Ah, well, true," she conceded.

"Yeah. So … thanks. I think I've got it from here."

Lorelai laughed. "I don't know. What if you accidentally roll poor little Truman down the steps while playing Baby Wheel of Brie?"

"I've got it," he growled.

She crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her chin as she matched his stubborn stare. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what this is all about."

Defiance flashed in his eyes. A spark of anger lit the blur depths for a second, only to be extinguished the moment he blinked. Luke sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress squeaked in protest under his weight. His hands dangled between his knees as his broad shoulders slumped.

Lorelai stared at him, arrested by the sudden change in his demeanor and fascinated by the thin white cotton bunching around his stomach as he hunched in defeat. She took a step closer to him, balling her fingers into a fist to keep from smoothing the wrinkles from his t-shirt.

"Luke?"

"I like kids," he mumbled, turning away from her steady gaze.

A steely glint of defensiveness tempered the hint of ache she picked up in his voice. "I know you do."

His head swiveled, his dark, brooding gaze locking on her. "Do you?" he asked in a low rasp.

The anticipation was back with a vengeance. Her chest filled with it, trapping the air in her lungs, squeezing her until she was certain she'd squeak like the bedsprings. "You like kids," she repeated in a whisper.

"I do. I like kids. I mean, not all kids," he began cautiously, picking up speed as the words tumbled forth. "I stand by the jam hands thing, and as far as I'm concerned, the feeding in public thing is still…." He stopped short and drew a deep breath. "But I…."

"You like kids," she said, finishing the thought for him.

Lorelai took a step closer to him, the heat of his gaze warming her cheeks as her knees bumped his. His leg parted in a silent invitation for her to move closer. Without conscious thought, she accepted.

"I want you to know I like kids," he told her, his voice soft and gruff as he stared up at her.

"Okay," Lorelai stretched two syllables into about six. Her gaze scoured his face, checking every line and crag for a hint on how she was supposed to take his statement.

Her fingertips brushed his denim-clad thigh. His knees closed, trapping her legs between his. Luke reached for her hand, holding it firmly in his warm, broad palm. "You like kids," he asserted. "I want you to know I like them too."

Her lips parted in shock. A ghost of a breath seeped from her parched mouth. The tip of her tongue darted out to provide desperately needed moisture. "Kids would be good," she murmured, barely aware the words had trickled from her lips.

Luke's fingers closed around her hand, giving hers a gentle squeeze. "Kids would be good."

Lorelai's heart hammered in her chest, thumping against the too-tight confines of her ribcage. She blinked, trying to regain some foothold, afraid she'd tumble too fast, too recklessly down the slippery slope past the point of no return.

Of its own volition, her free hand rose to the crown of his head. His hat toppled to the bed. Her fingers threaded their way into his fine, soft hair.

"Luke?" Her voice sounded weak and wispy to her own ears. For a moment, she was afraid he'd pick up on the tremble in her hand. She wondered if he could feel her knees knocking together.

His knees clamped against the sides of hers, holding her in place. He cleared his throat, but said nothing. She knew he couldn't trust his voice any further than hers had carried. Ducking his head, he stared at their clasped hands.

Lorelai held her breath as he turned her hand over in his. Her fingers unfurled, opening like petals to expose the vulnerable skin of her palm to the radiant heat of his gaze. Luke bit his bottom lip then raised his eyes, shooting her a sidelong glance through lowered lashes and dipping his head.

His lips were firm and dry against the damp skin of her palm. His breath gushed hot and wet over her flesh, making her fingers twitch before they curled along the curve of his scruffy cheek.

"You like kids," she concluded.

Luke nodded, nuzzling her palm with his nose before daring to look up at her. His voice cracked ever-so slightly. "Kids would be good."

A strangled moan tangled in her throat. Luke's knees fell open, freeing her from his restraint. His eyes met hers, the force of his intent turning her knees to water as he planted his feet to rise. Her joints gave way. Lorelai dropped to her knees in front of him. She grunted on impact, her hands gripping the taut muscles of his thighs to steady herself as she tipped her head back.

His mouth was on hers, his lips warm, dry, and tentative when they first brushed hers. The sizzle of anticipation was back, heating to a hunger that gnawed at her stomach.

"Luke…." His name was neither a question nor a plea. The breathy whisper morphed into a statement that vibrated between them, setting them both aflame.

His lips claimed hers once again. There would be no more question of if or when, should or could. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. Lorelai parted her lips, opening herself to him and the possibility that sparked each time he was near.

His tongue touched hers, coaxing her response, stroking her to a fevered pitch. A muffled mewl of frustration rumbled from her mouth to his. He caught it and returned the sentiment with a low groan of his own as she leaned into him.

His tongue circled hers, inciting her into a frenzy of need. She braced her hands against his sides, cupping his ribcage and bunching the delightfully rumpled cotton that tempted her earlier. She freed his t-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, her hands smoothing over the velvety skin of his muscled back, her fingertips teasing the deep furrow of his spine as she pushed the shirt higher.

A deep growl reverberated in his throat and Luke launched himself from the bed. They tumbled to the floor in a tangle of arms, legs, and grappling hands. He devoured her mouth, demanding more and more of her with each ravenous kiss. She gasped for air, unladylike grunts squeezing from her lungs as she wrestled his shirt to his shoulder blades.

Luke rolled onto his back, hauling her on top of him and rearing up to re-stake his claim on her mouth.

"Nuh," Lorelai mumbled. She pulled back and shoved his shirt up higher, her fingers abrading his flat nipples, the coarse hair on his chest tickling her palms.

Luke rolled up enough to allow her to tug the shirt over his shoulders. His head popped through the neckline and Lorelai fell back, tossing his shirt and her hair over her shoulder with a joyous laugh.

Luke fell back, wincing when his heated skin touched the cool wood floor. A grimace twisted his features when Lorelai straddled his hips and she hesitated, anxious to know if it played out in pleasure or pain.

His hands landed on her hips and he ground against her. Pleasure carried the day. The blunt tips of his long fingers pressed the denim of her jeans into her flesh adamantly, Lorelai was certain the denim would fuse to skin. Her muscles felt loose and languid, her bones melting as she writhed against him.

She stared into his midnight blue eyes and time stood still. Her body moved against his in an ancient dance so heady it made her head spin. Her shirt was gone. Her bra followed, and the snap on her jeans gave way. The rasp of a zipper shot through her veins and her hands moved over his bare arms, chest, and stomach in a flurry of restless need.

"Lorelai," he rasped.

The hoarse grate of his voice nearly drove her over the edge. Lorelai fell on him. His lips parted in welcome, his tongue circled hers, and his hands cradled her ass, pressing her onto the hard ridge of flesh straining against its rough denim prison.

"I've wanted you for so long."

Her whispered confession startled them both. Lorelai froze for a fraction of a second, her eyes widening as his grew slumberous. An intoxicating haze of awareness mixed with the naked lust in his gaze. She drank it in, giving in to the truth of her statement and the raw honesty of his unspoken response.

The waistband of her jeans scraped the curve of her hips. The satiny smoothness of her panties slithered against the sensitive skin inside her thighs as he pushed them down as far as he could reach.

Lorelai flung herself to her side, as anxious to be rid of the barriers between them as he seemed to be. She kicked off her shoes. One stuck the wall with a resounding 'thunk' then landed on the floor with a muffled thud.

She turned to look at Luke and caught him shucking his own jeans. A glimpse of red boxer-briefs made her smile. She pushed her jeans over her ankles and moved to help. Nodding to the white shirt she'd removed earlier, she grinned at him and placed a smacking kiss to his lips.

"You are the all-American boy," she teased.

"Huh?"

Lorelai tugged at the stretchy cotton of his boxer-briefs. "Red, white, and blue," she said as she stripped his jeans from his legs. Flattening her palms to his calves, she ran them up his legs. Her smile widened as the muscles in his thighs trembled. "Red blooded all-American boy," she breathed, eying his straining erection with avid interest.

"Commere," he commanded, tugging at her elbows as he fell back to the floor.

His skin caught on the wood planks as he grunted and shifted to tug a wadded piece of fabric from under his back.

Lorelai gave him a radiant smile as she took the rumpled baby blanket dangling from his fingertips. "Want me to wrap you up like a crepe?"

"Not in that," he growled, pulling her down on top of him.

Lorelai buried her face in his neck, purring as his stubble prickled her lips. Her breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest, his hands traced the curve of her waist and spanned the swell of her hips. She nipped at his shoulder and he cupped her bottom in his big hands, a deep groan rumbling from deep inside of him as her damp flesh sizzled and slid against his twitching cock.

"You feel so good," he whispered thickly.

"You taste like french fries," she answered, kissing the smooth, tender skin behind his ear. He shivered and her lips curved into a smile. She circled her hips to further entice him. "Good enough to eat."

He buried his hands in her hair, holding her still as he plundered her mouth. His fingers trailed through her dark tresses, feathered along her spine, and flattened against the curve of her ass.

"Beautiful," he exhaled as she pushed up, her nails scoring his chest.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing the pebbled tips of her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. A soft hiss seeped from between her teeth as his fingers closed around the soft mounds. She pressed into his hands, moaning as he kneaded her breasts. His caress grew more demanding each time her slick folds brushed against the swollen tip of his cock.

"Not so scared of them anymore?" she asked breathlessly.

Luke rose, meeting her halfway as she fell into him. He caught her with a heated kiss, his hands trapped by his own chest, his erection pulsing against the delicate curve of her belly.

"Lorelai, I…." Distracted, his hands fell to her hips and he hauled her tight against him.

"I want you," she whispered, rubbing wantonly against his stiff shaft.

"Ah geez," he groaned. Fisting his hand in her hair, he gave her a deep, drugging kiss that left them both even more breathless. When he fell back to the floor, he took her with him, his biceps tensing as he lifted her from his lap.

"What?" she asked, bewildered by the loss of contact. He urged her higher, ducking his head to nuzzle her stomach and rocking back. "Oh," she breathed. Another 'Oh' turned to a moan as he pulled her down to his eager mouth.

Lips, teeth, tongue tormented and teased her flesh. Lorelai could feel her pulse against his tongue. The slick heat of her arousal saturated his lips. He sucked ardently on her clit then thrust his tongue into her. She moaned again, this time trailing off into a high keening cry as he drew the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. Lorelai surrendered to the waves of sensation he stirred inside of her. Throwing her head back, she rode him mindlessly, grinding herself against him in complete abandon as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter deep inside of her.

Her pants grew more desperate with each caress of his tongue. Her breath hitched as the coil of need drew tighter, each nerve in her body humming with suppressed anticipation. Luke's fingers traced the crevice of her ass, the very tips teasing the forbidden flesh as they trailed lower. One finger parted her drenched folds and she bowed, her back arching as the tips of her breasts reached for the ceiling.

One tug of his lips on her swollen clit and one finger thrust into her hot, tight entrance was all it took. Lorelai tumbled over the edge, gasping his name and crying out her relief as each wave of sensation slammed through her.

Her cried were echoed by a much smaller set of lungs nearby, and both Lorelai and Luke froze. With a gasp, she pushed up, scrambling away from his questing tongue.

"Oh my God," she muttered, gaping down at Luke's stunned face.

The stubble covering his lip and chin glistened with her juices. His pink tongue darted out in a vain attempt to conceal the evidence.

She blinked at him, completely stupefied and at the same time, utterly aroused. Luke lay stretched out on the floor next to Sookie and Jackson's bed, his long, lean body a slab of hard, solid muscle as he stared back at her. Desire and longing danced like a blue flame in his eyes. Fear flattened his wide, sensuous mouth into a thin line. The tension was palpable, wafting from every pore in his body.

Lorelai groped blindly for a shirt or something to cover herself. Luke visibly stiffened when she clutched Davey's baby blanket to her bare breasts.

"I'm sorry."

His apology came out hushed and hoarse, but the ache in his voice rang loud and clear.

"No, Luke, no," she said in a rush. "Don't … Don't be sorry." Lorelai heard the plea in her own voice, but was helpless to stop it. "I just … I…." She trailed off, looking blankly at the square of duckie-printed flannel in her hand.

Davey's cries of distress grew more intense.

"Crap," she hissed, clutching the blanket in one hand as she clambered across the floor on her hands and knees. She snatched Luke's flannel from the bedpost and shoved one arm into the sleeve.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't pick him up like this," she hissed, waving the blanket at him like a crazed matador before transferring it to her other hand.

Lorelai pushed her other arm into the shirt and tucked the blanket under her elbow as she fastened two buttons that didn't quite line up. "It's okay, it's okay," she murmured as she knee-walked to the bassinet.

Lorelai scooped Davey up onto her shoulder and automatically turned to shield him from the naked man in the room. She peered over her shoulder, unwilling to sacrifice her own enjoyment of the floor show. A nervous laugh bubbled up from her throat as Luke extracted his red underwear from the tangle of clothes and hastily pushed his feet through the leg openings.

"I'm sorry," she whispered in a tone that told him she was nothing but wholeheartedly amused by their predicament.

"Uh huh."

"Shh, shh," she murmured, rubbing Davey's back in slow, gentle circles. Her eyes lit with pleasure as he shrugged back into the snug white t-shirt. "We didn't get to play Big Boy Crepe," she whispered, her gaze fastened on Luke.

He paused in the process of turning the leg of his jeans right-side out. Meeting her gaze, he swallowed hard. "I probably woulda ended up stuck under the bed or somethin'."

Lorelai quirked an eyebrow at him then glanced down as Davey's cries quieted to soft hiccups. She pressed a distracted kiss to his downy hair, and Davey hicced softly, rubbing his nose against the worn flannel she wore. Her lips curved into a smile. "Sorry, sweetie, Auntie Lorelai doesn't have the good stuff," she crooned, her fingers stroking the top of the baby's head lovingly.

She raised her head and met Luke's heated gaze. He wet his parted lips, his jeans dangling forgotten from his fingers. His adam's apple bobbed, forcing down a ripple of awareness that made his abs clench and the bulge in his briefs twitch.

"Like what you see?" she teased.

The breath rushed from his lungs in a whoosh, and Luke clamped his mouth shut, nodding mutely.

Davey's hiccups proved to be more upsetting than he originally believed. With one good lungful of air, he let loose with a bellow, startling Lorelai so badly she almost dropped him.

"Hold that thought?" she asked as she held Luke's gaze.

"Uh, sure," he managed to grunt at last.

"Warm up a bottle?"

His jeans fell to the floor and he held up one finger. "That, I can do," he answered confidently.

Lorelai chuckled to herself as his bright red bottom and blindingly white top disappeared into the hall.

Lorelai shifted Davey to her other arm and grasped the edge of the bassinet to leverage herself to her feet. "Sorry I molested your babysitter," she murmured into the damp, soft swirls of curls on his crown.

The baby blanket slithered to the floor as she rose. Lorelai sighed, but didn't bother to pick it up again. Padding toward the door she called, "Hey, I can't remember, does Al have Moo Shu pork on his menu?"

Luke shot her a disparaging glance as he warmed a bottle in a pan of water on the stove. "How would I know?"

"Why don't you just put that in the microwave?"

Luke snorted. "You can't put a baby bottle in the microwave, you get hot spots."

"Well, listen to you," she said with a laugh. "You know that Dr. Spock is not the same guy as Mr. Spock, right?"

When he grunted and rolled his eyes, Lorelai moved behind him and pressed a soft kiss to the thin cotton covering his shoulder blade, enjoying the way he tensed when her breath seeped through the material. "I warmed Rory's bottles in the microwave."

"Better in a pan of water," Luke mumbled.

"I think Al might have Moo Shu," she concluded, resting her cheek against his bicep.

Luke slipped arm out from under her and pulled her close. "I got a little carried away," he admitted gruffly.

"I was right there with you."

"Lorelai, I…."

"Do you like Chinese food?" she asked at the same time, cutting him off. Luke clamped his mouth shut and nodded silently. Lorelai hit him with a dazzling smile. "I'm supposed to pick up Chinese for dinner. I figured I'd get Moo Shu, since I have a sudden craving for those little pancake thingies now."

"You do, huh?" he asked, and amused smile quirking his lips.

Davey whimpered again, rooting against her shoulder in vain. "How do you know about warming baby bottles?"

"I have a nephew," he reminded her.

"Who's all grown up."

"You remember how you warmed Rory's."

"Because I did it fifty times a day."

"Not something you really forget." Luke plucked the bottle from the pan and shook a little milk onto the inside of his wrist. "Not quite," he concluded, dropping it back into the pan.

Davey sent up a wail of protest, and Lorelai patted his back, rocking from side to side to appease him. "Do you want to come over for Moo Shu when Sookie and Jackson get home?"

Luke blinked at her. "Is that some kind of code?"

A laugh burst from her lips, starling Davey from his plaintive cries. "Do you want it to be?"

"Dear God, yes."

Lorelai pressed into his side. "Okay, it can be code, but not tonight. Rory's home."

"Oh."

"Mm hmm." Peeking up at him, she asked, "Is that a no on the Chinese food? We could watch a movie. You never did finish Hardbodies."

"You want me to come over and hang out with you and Rory?" he asked.

Lorelai raised one eyebrow. "You said you like kids."

"Rory's not a kid."

"So, you don't like Rory?" she asked, unable to resist baiting a man in fire-engine red underpants.

"You know I like Rory," he retorted.

"You don't like me?"

Luke clenched his teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he stared back at her. "No, I don't."

"Not just a little?" she stretched up to peck a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe a little," he conceded.

"More than Chinese food, or less?"

"More." He grabbed the bottle from the pan and tested the temperature one more time. Satisfied, he wiped the water from the bottom and reached for Davey. "I'll feed him."

Lorelai relinquished the baby, marveling as Luke took him without fumbling or faltering. "Yeah, you need to earn your $2.50 per hour."

He smirked as Davey began to pull greedily on the nipple. "There you go," he murmured, smiling at the little boy. Lorelai tilted her head and eyed him speculatively as she backed away. Luke looked up. "What?"

A shy smile tipped her lips. "You're a natural."

His eyebrows rose. "Ya think?"

Lorelai glanced down at the misaligned buttons on the loose flannel shirt she wore. "I should get dressed, get that Chinese…."

Luke nodded. "Okay." When she turned back to the bedroom he said gruffly, "I love Moo Shu."

Lorelai glanced over her shoulder, a million-watt smile lighting her face. "I get a double order."

She dashed into the bedroom and began dressing. "It doesn't have to be Hardbodies," she called out to him.

"Thank you!"

Lorelai emerged from the bedroom minutes later scooping her hair from the neckline of her top then tugging it down over her jeans. She stopped in her tracks, drinking in the sight of Luke Danes standing in her best friend's kitchen holding an infant and wearing only his underwear.

"Risky business," she whispered.

"What?"

She hurried to him and leaned over Davey's prone body to plant a firm kiss to Luke's mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered as she licked her lips, tasting herself on his skin. "I love Moo Shu too," she whispered. A smug smile twitched her lips as she backed toward the kitchen door. "We're watching Risky Business."

"Okay," he answered in a puzzled tone. "Why?"

She opened the back door as the front door flew open wide.

"Davey! Mommy and Daddy are home!" Sookie cried as she bustled into the house.

Lorelai grinned at the wide-eyed panic on Luke's face as he glanced down, realizing he wasn't dressed. She cupped her hands around her mouth, calling, "Please, Lorelai, do what they say, just get off the babysitter," as she dashed through the door, letting it slam behind her.

Sookie slid to a stop inside the kitchen door and blinked at Luke in shock. Her gaze raking over Luke from head to toe, and a dimple winked in her cheek as her smile grew. "Wow. When someone tells you to make yourself at home, you really go all out, don't you?"