Week 3: Taking Her by Surprise

After two successful weeks, Lorelai and Luke were both unabashedly looking forward to continuing on with their regular trysts, crossing items off their list with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, knowing they had done themselves proud. Luke, in particular, was becoming more active and vocal in discussing likes and dislikes, and new ideas, much to Lorelai's delight.

Their Friday night meetings over the list were quickly becoming a highlight of Lorelai's week. It seemed talking about and planning their engagements made them all the more tempting. It was like extending the foreplay, and made her Saturdays equal parts anticipatory and painful as she longed for her nights with Luke.

It was the eve of the third Saturday when the couple sat down at the kitchen table and looked over their remaining options.

"I feel like we kind of did that last week," Luke said, pointing to one of the suggestions.

"I mean, we did," Lorelai agreed. "But it certainly wasn't the focus."

"Does it have to be? Isn't the point to try these things out? It's okay if we do more than one at a time."

"True enough. I suppose that alone doesn't make for much of an experiment."

"Exactly," Luke said. "So, cross it off?"

"Cross it off, but with an asterisk," Lorelai suggested. "A reminder to try and work it in again, if we get the chance."

"I can deal with that," Luke said, a smirk gracing his lips as he remembered the previous weekend.

Lorelai took her red pen and drew a line through Dirty Talk. It joined Mutual Masturbation, Sensory Deprivation and Shower Sex in rounding out their first two weeks. Not a bad haul for two nights worth of play.

As they looked over the remaining items on the list, Lorelai felt a delightful tingle as she considered the possibilities of each.

"Okay, we've already decided to put off the trickier stuff until we're a little further along," Lorelai read through the list. "I'm excited to try 69ing, but I feel like it's something that has to happen organically, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I agree," Luke said, peering over the options. "Is it weird if I want to try something a little off the beaten path this weekend?" he suggested, casually. Lorelai's eyebrows shot up.

"Um, no, that's amazing!" she exclaimed. "Tell me!"

He regarded the list another moment and then looked back at her. She could see the wheels turning.

"How about I surprise you?"

Lorelai's eyes narrowed. "You want to surprise me with weird sex? Who are you, and what have you done with Luke Danes?"

He chuckled. "Hey, you're the one who wanted to do this. I'm just upping the ante."

"By keeping me in the dark," she ascertained.

"Yes."

"That's so not fair," she whined. He shrugged and pushed himself up from the table.

"You'll be okay. In fact, I think you'll be more than okay when I'm through with you." Lorelai's jaw gaped at the bold sexual energy he was dropping all over the place. Luke leaned down and placed a quick kiss to the top of her head and headed for the living room.

Lorelai sat at the kitchen table reading and re-reading the list, trying to figure out what it was he planned to do with – or to – her the following evening. One thing was for sure, if the anticipation didn't kill her, it promised to make her extremely receptive to whatever he had up his sleeve.

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Lorelai groaned and grumbled her way through her morning routine. It was Saturday, and normally she would be sleeping in, but unfortunately she had to fill in for the weekend concierge who was off on vacation. That meant a 6:30 wake-up call, after a late night tossing and turning, wondering what Luke could possibly be planning for them that evening. When she hatched this scheme, she didn't anticipate it messing up her REM cycle.

At the Dragonfly there was lots going on around her, but not a ton for her to do. Weekends more or less ran themselves at the inn, with guests mainly spending their days out and about, and the kitchen staff running itself while Sookie enjoyed her well-earned weekends off with her family. All of Lorelai's business-related tasks were done during the week, which meant weekends were a little slim on actual work to be done. Check some people in, check some others out, point them in the direction of the town square and call it a day.

She was in a bit of a mood, though it wasn't totally earned. It was a beautiful late-spring day. Flowers were blooming, birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and everyone around her was just delighted, and delightful. On any other day she'd be just as bright and jovial, but today she was uncomfortable, pent up, and ready to snap.

Not knowing what Luke had planned was driving her nuts.

It was a little after noon when she slipped into her office to sip some coffee and take a break from the front desk and the god-awful cheerfulness that was permeating the entire property. She kept her door open a crack so she could hear the bell if anyone rang for assistance, but she was really hoping for some peace and quiet. Just half an hour, that's all she needed.

Two minutes after sitting down, the bell rang. She dropped her head back and sighed, swallowing an audible groan, lest it be heard by the inquiring guest.

She stood up and smoothed down her dress, plastered on a smile, and headed for the door. She stopped short when she saw who was waiting for her in the lobby.

"You didn't come in for lunch. Thought I'd bring you something to eat," Luke said, gesturing to the Luke's bag in his hand. Lorelai's fake smile morphed into a real one.

"You're too good for me."

"Well, I'm still waiting to meet the right girl, but you'll do in the meantime," he teased lightly. He gestured toward her office. "In there okay?" She stepped aside, allowing him to lead the way.

"Close the door," Luke said as he set the bag down on her desk, only to pick it up again and move it over to her coffee table. She quirked a brow, but didn't comment.

"So, what brought this on?" she asked, heading over to peek in the bag. Luke stepped past her and she heard the lock on the door click. She turned to face him again and saw him watching her with a look that could almost have been labelled predatory. "Luke?" He began to approach, and she smiled with awareness of what was about to happen. "What'd you pick?"

Luke closed the gap and wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her body flush with his, releasing a growl that emanated from his chest but ended up somewhere deep inside of her, sending a shiver down her spine.

He brought his lips to her neck, just under her ear. Lorelai heard him inhale deeply, and felt his hot breath on her throat before he finally answered her.

"Unusual location," he told her. He nipped at her earlobe and her eyes fluttered shut.

She had to admit, when she put that on the list, the options in her mind stayed pretty safe – the kitchen, the living room, maybe if they were feeling extra freaky, the storage room at the diner. Never, in her wildest dreams, did she imagine that Luke would show up at the Dragonfly ready to rip her clothes off.

It was working for her. Like really working for her.

"You're full of surprises," she mumbled as Luke's mouth moved over her throat and down to her collarbone. His hands took up residence on her ass and used it to pull her hips into his, where she found her favourite part of his anatomy hard and ready for her. She grasped his face with both hands, roughly pulling his lips to hers for a searing kiss. Luke gave as good as he got, opening her lips with his and delving into her mouth with his tongue, quickly taking control. Lorelai opened wide and let him have it while going to work on the buttons of his shirt as his fingers deftly untied the waist of her wrap dress.

Lorelai pulled back so she could push Luke's flannel off his shoulders, and then fumbled for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it immediately over his head, depositing his blue cap with it. In the mid-afternoon light of her office, the hard plains of his chest were etched by shadows, making him look even more impressive. She leaned in and licked at the centre of his collarbone, then kissed downward, taking a nipple between her teeth as Luke worked to undo his belt and pants. He hissed as her teeth teased the hardened nub, but did nothing to disengage her.

It only took a few more seconds for his pants and shoes to be kicked off and his boxers to fall to the floor.

Lorelai pulled back and dropped the loosened dress off her shoulders and made quick work of her bra. Luke watched as her underwear made the trip to the floor, revealing her obviously wet and ready sex to the warm June air. She stepped out of them along with her shoes and into Luke's embrace.

With a hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her back in and kissed her heatedly, groaning into her mouth as she wrapped a hand around his length and began pumping it determinedly. She pulled back from the kiss and met his gaze.

"I don't have much time. There's no one watching the desk."

He looked down to where she was enthusiastically working his erection, and decided making it quick wouldn't be a problem.

He grabbed her wrist to stop her and kissed her one more time before maneuvering them to the desk. She leaned over with her palms flat on the surface and ass sticking out toward him, and looked over her shoulder with a feline grin.

"Is this how you want me?" she asked, shaking her ass a little for effect. Luke made no secret of his enjoyment, a rakish smile working over his lips as he took her in.

"Close." He stepped into position behind her and placed himself at her entrance. Before sinking in, he bent her over further, urging her down onto her forearms. "This is more what I was picturing."

He entered her quickly, a little roughly, and Lorelai moaned loudly before biting her lip to contain her sounds of pleasure. Luke, never particularly verbose during sex, managed to keep it down better than she had, although she didn't miss the strangled groan he let loose as he plunged into her for the first time, setting up a speedy pace.

Luke held her tightly by the hips, using them as leverage to maintain his speed. He filled her to the hilt with each thrust, and pulled out until just the tip remained beyond her folds, before pushing back in to claim her over and over again.

Lorelai pushed back to meet him as best she could, but her legs felt weak as her whole body shook with barely repressed need. The build-up, the anticipation, the surprise of it all had taken a toll on her resolve, and she was rapidly losing control as Luke fucked her from behind.

Luke sucked his thumb into his mouth and brought the slick digit to her exposed anus as he took her forcefully. She gasped, but didn't discourage him as he pushed just the tip inside. Lorelai dropped her head onto her hands and stilled her hips, allowing Luke to fully control the action and gently maneuver his thumb inside of her, careful not to push her too far.

"More," she whispered as she became more comfortable with the new sensation. Luke eased into longer, slower strokes with his erection as he pushed his thumb in further, first to the knuckle, and then, at her urging, to the hilt. He held it steady as he picked up the pace again.

Lorelai bit her bottom lip to the point of near-bruising to keep from crying out. She felt incredibly full having Luke occupying both of her holes, and her body begged for release.

Luke felt her begin to shudder underneath him, initially a flurry of activity in her belly that soon worked its way down to where they were joined. He kept his thumb planted as he worked her to the finish, pushing and pulling until she was a quivering, quaking mess beneath him, her knees bending and aiming to give out as Luke continued to take and take from her until his own need was sated.

When it came, he came hard. Lorelai felt the heat filling her as much as she heard his barely concealed grunts and whispered profanities as he released every ounce of himself inside of her heat.

Luke reached for tissues on Lorelai's desk as he pulled out of her. He cleaned her up first, then himself, before stepping back from where she was still bent over the desk, her skin flushed red, her body heaving with laboured breaths, her holes looking deliciously and thoroughly fucked, which made Luke want to dive right back in.

He almost did. He was on his way to his knees, fully prepared to bring her to a second orgasm with his tongue, when the most unpleasant sound trickled in from the lobby. That damn bell.

"Nooo," Lorelai groaned, sluggishly pushing herself up and managing to turn herself before leaning back on her desk. Luke offered a sympathetic glance before collecting her clothes. He handed her bra over and helped her into her underwear and dress. Finally, he located both of her pumps and held her hand as she pushed her feet into them.

The bell rang again, along with an irritated, "Hello!"

"You okay?" Luke asked as he dressed himself. Lorelai smiled, heartened by his concern for her.

"Better than okay," she assured him. She leaned in and kissed him soundly before pulling back and finger-combing her hair. "Do I look presentable?"

Her hair was a mess of curls, her cheeks were flushed, her lipstick was all but gone, and her dress was slightly askew. Knowing there was nothing that could be done about that, Luke just gave her a smile and a nod.

"You look perfect," he assured her. She smiled, gave her shoulders a little roll to wake her body back up, and headed for the door.

She stopped just before opening it.

"You are staying for lunch, right?"

Luke chuckled. "I've got some time."

She smiled. "Good. I'll be right back."

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