Say Yes

Inspired by Episode 6.01 - New and Improved Lorelai Gilmore

LORELAI: We should drink Zima and have sex every single night.
LUKE: OK.

Description: Lorelai and Luke celebrate their engagement.

Lorelai was buzzing. Was it from the three bottles of Zima she had consumed in less than an hour, or Luke's hot mouth exploring every inch of her skin? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that she didn't want it to stop.

She blocked out the bad. It was too bad to consider, too bad to let into the bubble that she and Luke had created the moment he said "yes".

Such a simple word, and her life was irrevocably changed. Yes. He'd said it twice. And then again later when she asked him if he was sure. And then she had said it when he asked her. Back and forth they went, one bottle down, yes. Another bottle down. Yes, yes. As he laid her in his bed. Oh God, yes.

He kissed a trail down her sternum, between her breasts, purposefully missing the parts where she wanted him most, but she didn't care. She was going to be his wife. For all she cared, he could take all the time in the world as he rediscovered every part of her body, claimed every sliver of slick skin for himself. She closed her eyes, a permanent smile on her lips as she sunk into the feeling.

Behind her lids, she saw their kiss in the gazebo.

"Really? You're gonna kiss me now?" she had asked. He nodded, the seriousness of his expression belied by the grin attempting to break through. "You're so incredibly predictable," she had mocked.

Then his lips were on hers, she didn't know for how long. Soon the lights went out again, the cyclists dispersed, Taylor had gone home, and they were still there, kissing, holding each other in vice-like grips, unwilling to let the moment go. He'd kissed her breathless. Hell, he'd kissed her speechless – a far more impressive feat.

And then, after time untold, they had made their way back to Luke's apartment, where they toasted another time, and the kisses came faster and deeper, more passionate. They started on the couch – merely a pretense of taking their time, before quickly migrating to the bed with bottles of chick beer in hand, ready to experience their first time together after promising each other forever.

Luke's tongue swept across her right nipple, and she was back in the moment as they lay naked on top of the sheets.

"Oh Luke," she exhaled. His touches felt like pure oxygen, leaving her hyperaware of his tongue, lips and fingers, creating a heady feeling of insatiable desire mixed with total satisfaction.

"God, I love you," he whispered, lips brushing the inside of her breast. He took in a mouthful and sucked his way back to the hardened bud of her nipple, causing Lorelai's back to arch as she followed his movements. He could consume her whole like this and she would have been completely content to go that way.

He blew on the space that was left slick with his saliva, the stream of cold air contrasting sharply against her overheated skin. Before she could recover, he moved to her left breast and began kissing and nipping at the skin, anywhere and everywhere he could reach. His tongue swept the underside, where the soft curve met the firm wall of her ribs, teasing the sensitive and underappreciated span of skin. Lorelai's hips bucked up of their own volition, her whole body shivering at the sensation that straddled the line between temptation and tickling.

Luke smiled against her skin as he moved lower, tracing a line with the tip of his tongue down to the concave dip between her hip bones. Lorelai raised her head to watch him as he paid special attention to the spot just above her pubic bone, his tongue swirling around the skin there, sending waves of pleasure outward to each extremity. He dropped sweet kisses it its wake, nipped at her hips, and pressed his fingers a little harder into the skin of her upper thighs as he claimed the area for himself.

Lorelai let him spread her legs wide with a gentle push of his palms, revealing her to him as if it was the first time. He skipped over her centre, instead going for the crease at the top of her inner thigh, His tongue swept the length of it, and he began dropping open-mouthed kisses straight across as he went to provide the same attention to the other side.

The buzzing was stronger now, and she was sure it wasn't the Zima. She ached to be touched, longed to feel his tongue, teeth, fingers and lips against her most private places. The places she reserved just for him, the last man who would ever touch her like this.

Luke looked up at her and grinned as her hips moved again. With their eyes locked, he leaned in and took a swipe over her clit. Her gasp in response caught them both by surprise. She needed him. She couldn't go a minute more without him.

Luke reached up and took a handful of her breast in his right hand, squeezing and manipulating her nipple as he swept across her heated core yet again. Her clit throbbed against his tongue, and her hips began to move in time with his pace. She covered his hand with her own, aiding him in pleasing her as he took total control of her core, feasting on her like she was his last supper.

"Oh yes," she moaned. That word, again, falling from her lips like a prayer as she melted into absolute pleasure. Luke sucked her clit into his mouth and released it, flicking it with his tongue and repeating the process as her moans became longer and more frequent, until her every breath was tinged with the release of her need as she threatened to fall over the edge.

Luke dipped lower still to slip his tongue inside her arousal, tasting her, finding her wet and sweet as she ached to be filled. Her head pushed back into the pillow as he teased a ring around her opening and lapped at her juices, ramping up her need to have him buried inside of her once again.

"Please, Luke," her voice came in a whisper. Even she didn't know what she was asking for. Just please. Just Luke. Just yes. Yes. Yes.

When Luke finally retreated he sat up on his haunches and looked over her form as she writhed and panted, staring up at him with eyes as deep blue at the sea at twilight. Her lips parted and she silently begged him to fill her up, take her and be one with her.

"You're beautiful," he told her, his voice thick with rasp. He took a swipe at his face, cleaning off what she had left on his chin and lips, though her taste still lingered on his tongue.

He nearly lost control when she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. The vision was so erotic that he could swear he felt it deep inside of his own body.

"Luke." She picked up the pace on her clit, grinding down into her fingers. Luke watched as she went, his hand flying to his erection and taking a firm hold.

"Yes," he whispered. She moaned at that beautiful word, assent for so many things.

"Now, Luke," she demanded. "Now, please."

Unable to resist, Luke crawled over her and kissed her fully, passionately, before falling to the side. He nudged her up onto her side and slid in behind her, placing himself at her centre. He took his cock in his hand pushed between her legs, gliding across her soaking sex, gathering her wetness along his length, before positioning himself to enter her, finally.

With a knee between her legs separating them for access, Luke slid in to fill her completely, and began to pump in deep, short thrusts. He reached around and grabbed her by the hand, guiding it back between her legs, pressing her index and middle fingers against her throbbing clit with his own as they worked together to bring her to the brink.

Luke dropped kisses to Lorelai's neck and shoulder as they moved together. She bucked back into him to meet each thrust, while their fingers sped up their pace over her clit, intensifying the pleasure she felt at every point.

As she got closer, Lorelai's head fell back against Luke's shoulder, exposing the length of her neck, which Luke eagerly took advantage of. He began to lick and suck her pulse point in time to his thrusts, in time to their fingers, until the confluence of sensations drove Lorelai over the edge with his name on her lips, and that beautiful word, yes.

Luke continued to work as she went through it, speeding up his thrusts, enjoying every second of her tightening and tensing around him, threatening to take him along with her. But he wasn't done yet. He wanted so much more.

Coming down from her height, Lorelai relaxed against the solid wall of Luke's body with his cock still deep inside of her, but his hips no longer moving. His fingers left hers and stroked upward, caressing the small swell of her stomach and breasts and the length of her neck, before gently cupping her face and turning her toward him. Leaning over her, he kissed her softly. Lorelai turned her body, allowing him to drop out of her as she deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to his tongue as it swept inside. Luke wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her body flush against his, revelling in the feeling of her hot skin against his, her hips moving against his erection, trapped between them, still begging for release.

He made a little room as Lorelai snaked her hand down between them and took hold of him, rubbing up and down with a gentle grip, just teasing the sensitive organ. Luke exhaled into their kisses, a sigh of surrender to her ministrations.

When she pushed him onto his back, he went willingly. She moved in to kiss from his shoulder, to his neck, to his ear, swirling her tongue behind it before sucking the sensitive lobe into her mouth. She let her teeth graze the skin there, while tightening her grip on his erection as her strokes became more insistent. Luke closed his eyes and hummed his approval at the duelling sensations she was creating in his body, willing him toward the edge.

"Yes," he moaned as she swiped her palm across the head of penis, gathering the wetness she had left behind and rubbing it into the impossibly smooth skin of his shaft.

She flicked her tongue against his earlobe again, and then worked downward, retracing her earlier steps. Luke forced his eyes open to watch as she moved lower, taking a hardened nipple in her mouth and holding it between her teeth as she flicked the tip with her tongue. Luke hissed in response, a tinge of pain with his pleasure, never unwelcome.

She moved lower still, kissing across the muscular plains of his stomach, until her mouth finally came in contact with his erection. She took just the head inside, swirling her tongue around it and sucking shallowly, enjoying the sounds that seemed to come from the deepest parts of Luke's chest. He reached down and caressed the back of her head gently as she worked over and around him, kissing, sucking and licking along the way.

"Lorelai," he said, when the pleasure threatened to push him over the edge. She released him and looked up, curiously. "C'mere," he urged. She smiled as he pushed himself up into a seated position, leaning against the headboard and a mountain of pillows. She crawled up his body once he was situated, and in a single dip, lowered herself onto him completely.

Luke circled her with his arms, holding her chest to his as he kissed her soundly. She began to move, her hips circling and swaying with a vague semblance of a rhythm, but mostly just doing whatever felt good and right in the moment.

"Oh yes," Lorelai moaned into his mouth, adoring the feeling of being filled by him again.

With his hands splayed wide, Luke caressed the length of her back until his palms came to settle on her ass, taking hold and guiding her movements on him as he sat still and sturdy underneath her.

"Ung, don't stop," Luke begged, the muscles in his abdomen clenching as he began to lose control.

Lorelai dropped her head back and stabilized herself with her hands on his shoulders as she sped up her pace, grinding her clit down against him with every twist and turn until she was moaning right along with him, their voices melding into a single sound of ecstasy as they were overcome.

Lorelai's hips continued to move as Luke's erection waned within her, drowning in their mutual releases. He stilled her with his strong hands when the sensation became too much to take.

The pair watched each other through heavy lidded eyes as they caught their breath. Lorelai's hands moved from his shoulders to his face, holding him and stroking his cheeks with her thumbs, in time to Luke's own thumbs stroking the skin of her hips.

"Marry me, Lorelai," Luke said, his voice almost imperceptibly soft. A smile bloomed on her features, overtaking the sweat and exhaustion left in the wake of their lovemaking.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes."

A/N - A little shorter, a little sweeter. Hope you liked it. Let me know!

Next Chapter Inspired by A Year in the Life – Spring

Lorelai: I was at the inn, working on the books a little, using the calculator on my phone, and it rang. And it was Mom with the news. He was in the ICU. Heart attack. Big one. And we hung up. And my phone went back to being a calculator.

It just seemed so unreal. You can't plan for these things. And he never got out of the ICU. He was conscious at times, but in and out. And he was angry. He was really angry. He couldn't believe it. He's Richard Gilmore. This is not how Richard Gilmore goes down.

You know what his last words were? "Get the hell away from me." Aimed at the nurses, not us. It was actually pretty funny. And then... just like that.