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Making the Call

Inspired by Episode 6.18 – The Real Paul Anka

LUKE: You gonna miss me?
LORELAI: Especially if my elbow hurts.
LUKE: I'm gonna call you a lot.
LORELAI: Same here.

Description: Luke's gone for ten days. Lorelai decides to take advantage of the distance.

Lorelai sunk a little deeper into the hot, sudsy water, breathing in deeply and letting it out slowly, trying to embrace the feeling of calm that she had been seeking when she drew the bath nearly 20 minutes earlier.

Luke had been gone for four days. Four of ten. Not a long absence, in the grand scheme of things, but the only other time they'd been apart for so long was when they broke up after her parents' vow renewal. She wasn't used to not seeing him every day. She missed him.

Truth be told, she'd been missing him a lot lately. When he was with April, she wasn't allowed to come by, and when he wasn't with April, it seemed like his mind was somewhere else. Sure, he still showed up for her. He still came to her house most nights. He slept in her bed. He responded to her advances. He told her she was beautiful. He made her see stars. But he wasn't really there – not entirely. Not the way she needed him to be.

When the idea of him taking this trip with April's team was presented, Lorelai encouraged him to go. She felt like she had to, so he would know she supported him building this relationship with his daughter. And she did, of course. If the situation was reversed, wild horses couldn't drag her away from her kid.

But Lorelai knew if the situation was reversed, wild horses couldn't drag Luke away from her kid either.

There's the rub.

She sighed and moved some bubbles around the surface of the water.

She really missed having Luke in her life. She missed being a part of his. She missed the Luke who told her everything, even before they were together. She missed the Luke who sought her advice when his nephew came to town, who confided in her about his relationships, who let her help with his uncle's funeral, who told her about his dad and his dark day. She missed the Luke who made her his number-one priority – even if that made her a little selfish. She just missed what they had, and how he made her feel when they had it.

She missed the way Luke touched her when he was there. Really there. The way he was so attentive. The way he would bury himself inside of her like their souls were merging, not just their bodies. The way he would whisper words of love and affection in her ear after they finished.

She felt that familiar tingle beneath the surface of the soapy water. She longed for him to come back and make her feel what he, and only he, was capable of making her feel.

She reached between her legs and slid her middle finger up and down, feeling little shocks of electricity coursing through her. She closed her eyes and imagined how Luke would do it, if he were there. How he would wet his fingers with her juices and spread them over her sex. How he would take her nipple in his mouth and graze it with his teeth to enhance her pleasure. How he would lick and suck at her clit, and then kiss her so she could taste her own arousal. How he would slide into her and hit her deepest depths, leaving her feeling so very full.

She sighed and pulled her hand away. God, she really did miss him.

The plug was pulled a moment later and Lorelai laid in the tub, unmoving, until the last dregs of water gurgled down the drain. She felt heavy when she pulled herself up, like each of her limbs were suddenly carrying a 20lb weight. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before stepping out of the tub onto the mat that soaked up the drips of water falling off her skin.

Stepping forward, Lorelai regarded herself in the mirror. Her hair was dry, pinned up to keep it out of the water, but the rest of her body glistened with the remnants from her bath. On her face, a frown that had become all too customary when she was alone. She thought she hid it pretty well the rest of the time, but she didn't feel much like smiling these days when she didn't have to.

The house phone rang, startling her. It was 9:30, so she knew it was Luke.

She thought about letting it go to voicemail, but quickly dismissed the idea. She couldn't avoid his calls. That wouldn't help with the whole missing him thing.

Making her way into the bedroom, she snagged the phone from its cradle and flopped back on the bed wrapped up in her towel. She answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, bad time?" Luke greeted.

"Nope, perfect time. Just got out of the bath."

"Oh, nice. Did you use the bubble bath Rory got you for Christmas?"

"Sure did," she confirmed.

"That stuff smells amazing."

"No kidding. I want to lick myself."

"Well, don't let me stop you." Lorelai laughed brightly, genuinely.

"Careful what you wish for, buddy." She heard the low rumble of a chuckle on the other end. It made the hair stand up on her arms. "So," she redirected. "How was your day, Jack? You tired of the road yet?"

"It's starting to wear a little," he admitted. "But it was good. The kids did well in their competition today."

"That's great."

"Yeah. April really holds her own too. She's a smart kid."

"She sure sounds like it," Lorelai agreed, feeling a niggling of disappointment in her gut. She tried to tamp it down. "How about the two of you? You hear the 'D' word again, or just the once?"

"Just the once," Luke confirmed. He had told her after that first day about April calling him her 'dad'. "I don't want to push her, you know? I want her to come around to it on her own."

"I know. She will."

"She seems to like having me around though. She sat with me at lunch – voluntarily – so I guess I must be doing something right."

"Hey, that's high praise coming from a teenager."

"Almost teenager," he corrected quickly. "Please don't take away my last month of her just being a kid."

"Sorry," Lorelai said with a small laugh. "So, where to next?"

"Lancaster tomorrow. I gave you my itinerary, didn't I?"

"You did. Just making conversation."

"Oh, sure. Yeah, Lancaster tomorrow and then Philly. Thinking of stopping in to see Jess. We'll be there in time for his open house."

"That's a nice idea."

"Yeah," Luke agreed. "And I think it'll be good for April to meet him, you know? Get to know at least someone from my side of the family."

Lorelai frowned. "Yeah, someone," she agreed, quietly. Luke didn't seem to notice her lack of enthusiasm.

"So, what about you?" Luke asked.

"Me?"

"Yeah, how was your day? What's going on there?"

"Oh, it was good. Not much to report," she told him.

"What, I leave and suddenly the town stops being crazy?" Lorelai smiled at that.

"No, the craziness is still intact. I just thought you'd want a break from it."

"Well, you're not wrong about that," he allowed. "But you're good?"

"I'm good," she confirmed. "I miss you."

"I know, I miss you too," he told her.

"You do, huh?" she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Of course I do."

"How much?" she asked. She was met with a brief silence on the other end of the line.

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm just curious," she said, lightly. "I've been missing you a lot."

"Yeah, me too," Luke said, still clueless.

"What are you wearing?" she asked, an amused smile on her lips.

"Uh, pajamas?" Luke said, his voice going up at the end in question.

"Standard? Green shirt, sweats?" she confirmed.

"Same as always," he said slowly.

"Are you wearing the sweats I got you for your birthday?" she probed.

"Those are the ones. Why?"

"No reason. Just picturing your ass in them," she said, boldly.

"Lorelai!" he exclaimed, a small laugh in his voice. She grinned.

"What, you can't blame a girl for noticing the goods."

"Ah, geez," he said under his breath.

"Come on. You've got a great ass. A world class ass."

"Can you please stop saying ass now?" he whispered, as if hiding the comments from a crowd.

"Would you prefer I talk about the frontal view? Because let me tell you, those pants do not leave much to the imagination," she informed him. Luke rolled his eyes.

"And apparently I have to throw them out when I get home."

"Don't you dare," Lorelai said sternly.

"What are you doing, exactly," he asked. Lorelai shrugged to herself.

"Just getting a good mental image to work with," she said breezily.

"To work with for what?"

"Oh you know. This and that." She could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"Lorelai…"

"What? I'm not allowed to think of you when I'm all alone in my bed at night? Would you prefer I think of someone else?" she asked innocently.

"I think I'd like to know what you're planning to do with those mental images."

"What do you want me to do with them." She heard a chuckle on the other end.

"You don't play fair, you know that?"

"I'm well aware," she said with a grin. "Aren't you interested in what I've got on? Want me to set the scene for you?"

"Lorelai," her name left his lips in a sigh. "I'm on a trip with a bunch of kids."

"Are they in your room with you?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"No."

"Then you're fine."

"This is a hotel. The walls are thin," he protested weakly.

"I guess you'd better keep it down then." She heard him sigh deeply, and waited a long moment for his reluctant response.

"What are you wearing?" he finally asked. She could have lit the room with her 100 watt smile.

"Just a towel."

"A towel?"

"Yep, just a towel," she confirmed. "I was all wet."

"Man. You really don't play fair," Luke groaned. Lorelai giggled and shuffled down a little on the bed, getting more comfortable.

"If you don't like it, I could take it off," she offered.

"Geez."

"Is that a yes?"

"That's a geez," Luke corrected her. A moment, then, "Where are you?"

"In bed," she answered quickly. "On top of the sheets. My lamp is on, but that's the only light in the room."

"You look beautiful in that light," Luke told her, sweetly. She smiled to herself.

"And in every other light, of course," she teased.

"Of course," he agreed readily.

"What about you? Are you in bed?"

"Uh, in the chair by the window. But I think I'll change that up," he told her. She could hear some shuffling on his end, then he came back. "In bed now."

"Is it comfy?"

"It's a Holiday Inn. The mattress is too soft and the pillows are hard as rocks."

"Quite a picture you paint," Lorelai joked.

"It's comfy enough," he corrected. "Not really thinking about the bed right now anyway."

"Oh? What are you thinking about?"

"You, in that damn towel," Luke told her. She smiled. A shot of arousal went through her as he spoke.

"Good image?"

"Great image."

"Kind of hard to feel my body through it though. It's too thick," Lorelai said, rubbing a hand over her torso.

"Well then I guess you'd better take it off," he suggested, forced lightness in his voice.

"Seems prudent," she agreed. She stood up and untucked the towel across her chest, letting it fall to the floor, before returning to the bed. "Towel's gone."

"You're naked?" he asked.

"Yup. A little nippy in here though," she told him.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Making things react a little."

"Tell me about it," he encouraged her. She smiled at him playing along.

"There are little goosebumps on my skin," she began, teasingly.

"What else?" She let out a breath and brought her hand to her chest, teasing up and down between her breasts. The sensitive skin of her wrist slipped across her erect nipple, sending a jolt through her. She let out an audible breath at the sensation.

"My nipples are hard," she whispered, feeling at once self conscious and emboldened.

"Touch them for me, tell me what it feels like," he told her. She closed her eyes, imagining his breathing picking up at the image of her naked for him. She wondered if he was as turned on as she was.

She put her phone on speaker so she could used both of her hands to explore further.

"I'm running my hands up my stomach, over my breasts. My fingers are tracing my nipples," she let out a breath as she traced circles around the hardened nubs. "They're so sensitive. I want to feel your mouth on me."

"Fuck," Luke said in an exhale.

"What are you doing now, Luke?" she asked.

"I'm just listening," he told her. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take your shirt off," she instructed. She heard the phone jostle, and he came back a moment later.

"Done."

"What's going on in those sweats of yours?" she asked. "Are you getting hard for me?"

"Definitely getting there," he confirmed. "God, I wish I was there with you now, Lorelai."

"Me too. But this is okay, right? It's kind of sexy." The rumbling chuckle on the other end send a spark of desire coursing through her body.

"Yeah, it's pretty sexy," he agreed.

"Tell me what you would do to me if you were here," she suggested.

"If I was there," he said, softly, drawing out the words as he built the scenario in his head. "I would take your right nipple in my mouth, draw my tongue around it slowly, suck on it gently."

Lorelai followed the direction his tongue would take with a finger, then plucked at her nipple, feeling that wonderful tugging of his mouth sucking her in, making her nipples ache with desire.

"I can feel you," she said softly. She tugged a little harder and moaned audibly. She heard a similar sound come from the phone.

"I would move to your other breast, give it the same attention," Luke told her. "I'd drag my teeth over it, flick my tongue against the tip."

"Mmm. You always know just how to touch me," she sighed.

"Are you turned on, Lorelai?" Her name left his lips lazily, like he was losing himself in the fantasy.

"You have no idea," she told him. Lorelai let her right hand venture down the cool skin of her torso, burying it in curls at the apex of her thighs. She spread her legs to give herself space to work, as she spread her folds and slipped a finger into her heat easily. "I'm so wet, Luke. I can hear it when I slide my finger in and out of myself," she told him.

"Fuck, Lorelai. Tell me how wet you are."

"Think Halloween of '04," Lorelai told him, a grin playing on her lips as she recalled one of their all-time best romps.

"Jesus," Luke said as the images came to him. "You gonna squirt this time?" he teased. Lorelai giggled.

"Maybe. The night is young," she said. That dark chuckle came over the line again. "Are you ready for me yet?"

Luke had yet to touch himself, but he could see his soldier tenting his pants. In case the feeling of pure desire wasn't strong enough, he had a visual representation of his arousal right in front of him.

"I'd say so," he told her. She smiled, picturing him.

"Take your pants off." She waited a moment. "You ready for me, babe?"

"All set," he told her. "God, Lorelai, I'm so hard. I want to feel you."

"What should I do to you?" she asked. Luke took hold of his shaft and gave it a testing pull, quickly realizing he wouldn't need much stimulation to push him over the edge.

"Let's focus on you first," he suggested. "You still have the bullet in your nightstand?"

Lorelai's eyes popped open at the suggestion. A grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat spread across her lips.

"I like the way you think," she said, reaching over to pull open the drawer beside her. She found what she was looking for quickly.

"You find it?" Luke asked.

"Got it," she confirmed.

"You ready to follow some instructions?" Luke asked. Lorelai giggled.

"All set, Teach."

"Good. I want you to reach down and dip your fingers inside, get them wet, and bring them to your clit."

Lorelai followed Luke's directions to the letter. She tucked her index and middle fingers into her heat and extracted them. They glistened with moisture from her needy core. She moaned aloud as she brought those two fingers down to her clit and rubbed the sensitive nub in tiny circles, coating it with her own juices.

"Ung, Luke," she moaned softly. She pushed back inside and dragged her fingers back up, lubricating her entire sex as she went.

"Tell me what you're doing," Luke reminded her. As she began to describe her actions, he took his erection in his hand and rubbed it gently from base to tip, providing just enough stimulation to keep him hard and ready, without pushing him over.

"I'm slipping my fingers up and down, getting myself good and wet, everywhere."

"Lorelai," Luke whispered. "Turn the bullet on and put it inside of you."

Lorelai knew Luke could hear the buzzing as soon as she turned on the device, as it was unsubtle. She hoped the sound aided with the visual.

She brought it directly to her opening and slid it inside. Her body jolted with the sudden vibrations that assaulted.

"Oh, god!" she cried out.

"How does it feel?" Luke asked.

"So good. So, so good," she mumbled.

"Where is it, Lorelai?"

"It's all the way inside," she told him, her voice thick with arousal, her breathing picking up. "It makes me think of how you fill me. You're the only one who has ever gone so deep."

Luke's grip tightened around his erection as he was reminded of that feeling, that incredible sensation of bottoming out inside of her, filling her to the hilt. "Fuck," he moaned into the receiver.

"I'm fingering my clit while it vibrates inside of me," she narrated. "It's feels so good, Luke."

"Take it out, switch it to the pulse setting," Luke told her. She took a moment and fished around for it, before extricating it and pressing the small button until it began to pulse vigorously in her fingers. The silicon was slick with her juices, making it difficult to keep hold of.

"What now?" she asked, already moving it back down to where she wanted it most.

"I want you to circle your clit with it, like I do with my tongue," Luke advised.

The sudden jolts of vibration around her clit made Lorelai's back arch against the bed.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out. "Oh, yes!"

"Tell me. Tell me how it feels," Luke demanded, tugging himself a little faster.

"It feels like my entire clit is vibrating."

"Put it directly against your clit. Lay it flat," Luke said. Lorelai's resounding moan sent a wave of pleasure through his body.

"Ung, Luke," Lorelai moaned. "Tell me you're with me, babe. Tell me you're hard and ready to fuck me."

"I'm so ready," Luke moaned. "I want to bury myself inside of you. You have no idea how bad."

"I can't last like this, with the bullet. It's too much. I'm so close," she moaned. Her hips bucked against the device as she held it firm against her clit.

"I want to hear you come," Luke said, pulling harder, faster.

"I want you with me," Lorelai pled, although her body was poised to go over the edge whether she wanted it to or not.

"I'm close, just hold on," Luke urged. His hips bucked up into his hand as he squeezed and pulled, his fist firmly wrapped around the head of his cock.

"Talk to me. I need to hear your voice," she demanded.

"I'm so hard, Lorelai. All I want is to be inside of you. You're so wet, so tight," Luke said, his voice thick and strained.

Lorelai began to shudder as the first waves of her orgasm hit, and his name left her lips with a cry, her breathing speaking up. "I want you inside of me. Oh, god."

"I'm in you," Luke came back. "I'm fucking you, so hard. I can feel you coming apart." The muscles in his abdomen began to quake as his release neared.

Gasping breaths left Lorelai's lips as she rode out her orgasm, pushing the bullet against her clit while her hips thrust wildly against it.

"Luke, yes!" Lorelai cried out.

No sooner had the words left her lips, than Luke's own orgasm ripped through him, his seed shooting out over his stomach with each hard pull of his hand.

"Oh fuck, Lorelai," he groaned.

For moments, the only sounds over the phone line were their moans and gasps, and various curse words as they each fell deep into their individual releases. They didn't need the words to know their climaxes had been reached.

As they came down, they each breathed heavily. Lorelai switched off the bullet and tossed it on the bed next to her. Luke unhanded his spent member and dropped his cum-covered hand to his stomach to keep it off the sheets.

Luke was the one to break the silence.

"Well that was unexpected." Lorelai burst into laughter, and she could hear Luke chuckling tiredly on the other end.

"Not half bad though," Lorelai told him through her giggles.

"Not bad at all," Luke corrected her. The pair let their laughter settle, before Luke spoke again.

"I love you," he said softly. Lorelai smiled, her heart feeling fuller than it had before their call.

"I love you too."

"I should go clean up," he told her, reluctantly.

"Love 'em and leave 'em, huh?"

"That's my motto."

Lorelai smiled. "Talk tomorrow?"

"It's a date."

"Are we gonna do this again?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone. Luke chuckled.

"You're insatiable."

"You complaining?" Lorelai asked.

"Never," he said quickly.

"Goodnight, Doll."

"Night, Lorelai."

A/N – This story was very loosely inspired by the awesome fic "Freedom Over the Phone Line" by Oh-no-she-di'ent. If you haven't read that fic, you absolutely should. In fact, you should probably read all of their fics, because they're probably the best writer in the Lorelai/Luke fandom (in my humble opinion).

I hope you liked it. Let me know!

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LORELAI: Hey, let's bid.
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