Week 4: Opening the Lines of Communication

"I have terrible news," Lorelai announced as she entered the diner. Luke looked on in concern as she approached the counter and dropped her bag on the ground, coming to sit heavily on the stool by the register.

"What's wrong?"

"I have that stupid convention this weekend," she grumbled. Luke's brow knotted.

"You mean the one put on by the Tourism Association?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong with that? I thought you were looking forward to going."

"I was! But that was before we… you know," she hinted.

"Before we what?" he asked, oblivious. She rolled her eyes.

"You know… the list. Saturdays."

The lightbulb went off. "Oh! Well hey, that's no big deal. We'll just skip a week."

"I don't want to skip a week," she whined. "I don't want to lose momentum and then never do it again."

"That's not gonna happen." He stopped and looked around at his customers to make sure they weren't attracting attention, and then lowered his voice as he continued. "Besides, this weekend wouldn't work anyway. April is coming on Friday, remember?"

"Oh no, I forgot! I can't believe I'm gonna miss her," she cried. Luke rolled his eyes.

"Okay, ease back on the dramatics just a bit. It's one weekend, and she'll be here for a month this summer," he reasoned.

"But I've never missed one of her weekends before. Oh, I'm so disappointed," she moaned. "This is the worst."

"Lorelai, it's fine. You've been looking forward to this thing for months, ever since they asked you to be on that panel." She frowned.

"Yeah, yeah," she grudgingly admitted. Luke grabbed the coffee pot and filled up a mug for her as he continued on.

"And you've been working on your answers to those questions for a month…"

"Stupid questions," she grumbled before sipping her coffee. "Ouch, hot."

"You're gonna have a good time. It's one weekend away."

"I guess," she sulked. Luke shook his head, trying to tamp down the weird cocktail of amusement and irritation she so often elicited from him.

"When do you go?" he asked, trying to bring the conversation back to a positive note.

"Friday morning, and I come back Sunday afternoon."

"And your panel?"

"Saturday afternoon."

"You're gonna do great," he said warmly. She tried not to smile, but one tugged at her lips anyway.

A few months earlier she had been approached to sit on a panel at an upcoming tourism convention in New York. The trip was all-expenses paid, and she'd be networking with folks in the hospitality industry from across the country. Her panel was all small business owners who had achieved success. It was a big deal when she was asked, and the first thing she had done was run home to tell Luke about it. He was so proud of her, the way he always was when her hard work was recognized.

She smiled in recollection.

"You feeling better?" Luke asked. She shrugged.

"A little. I'm still gonna miss you though," she told him.

"Yeah, me too," he assured her. He nodded to some new customers who had just entered and grabbed the pot of coffee. "I'll be back."

XXXX

It was Thursday night and Lorelai was doing her very best to zip shut her overflowing suitcase, while Luke looked on in horror at the mountain of clothes she deemed necessary to take with her for a weekend away. The suitcase was flanked by two garment bags with suits and dresses.

"You're bringing way too much stuff."

She shot him a glare. "How about some help from the peanut gallery?"

He shook his head. "You did this to yourself. If I help you, I'm just an enabler."

"You're a sadist."

"You're ridiculous."

She finally got the zipper to move.

"Ha! Who needs you?" she exclaimed as it slid shut.

"You know you could have avoided this by picking a bigger bag," he reasoned.

"A bigger bag would have been major overkill for a weekend trip," she said, as if the notion was ridiculous.

"As opposed to cramming everything you own into a bag that's too small for it, that you stand no chance of getting closed again before coming home."

"It's all about optics, my friend. These are hospitality people. I will be judged."

"Sounds like lifelong friendships in the making," he deadpanned.

She picked up her garment bags and gestured to the bag on the bed.

"Mind helping me get these out to the car, big guy?" Luke grabbed the deceptively heavy bag and followed her out.

When they returned to the living room, Lorelai dropped down onto the couch with a sigh.

"What's up?" Luke asked as he sat next to her.

"I'm just bummed." she said, pouting. Luke sighed.

"Lorelai, it's one weekend," he said, for what felt like the thousandth time. Despite their initial conversation, he hadn't been successful in making her feel better about missing a Saturday, or time with April. In fact, as the weekend approached, her outlook was getting more and more dreary by the day.

"All I can think about is what we're missing out on," she sulked.

"You'll be home Sunday night, let's just do it then," he suggested.

"It's not the same," she huffed. Luke shook his head. There was no reasoning with her when she was in this mood.

"Okay, look, how about this," he tried a new tactic. "Just because you're gone doesn't mean we can't still do something on Saturday night."

She gave him the side-eye. "I don't recall putting 'sleeping with other people' on the list."

"I'm not talking about sleeping with other people," he droned, choosing not to entertain her. "I'm talking about making the distance work for us."

Her brow furrowed. "I don't follow."

"Phone sex. We did it once before, seemed to go well. Why not try it again?" he suggested, referencing their first attempt when he was away with April for her class trip, years before.

"Huh," Lorelai mused. "Phone sex. It wasn't on the list."

"Maybe it should be. Who says the list can't be amended?"

"I guess it could be," she allowed, seeming to come out of her funk. She smiled. "Phone sex," she repeated again. A broader smile, and she nudged him. "I can't believe you just came up with phone sex all on your own. This is a big deal!"

"Okay," Luke said shaking his head.

"You're like a sexy situation savant!" she teased.

"I am no such thing. There is no such thing."

"Yes, you are! Look at you, you just saved the weekend!" Luke watched her amusedly as her excitement grew. He couldn't believe how quickly she could go from one extreme to another. The woman needed to be medicated.

"I saved nothing," he insisted. She reached over and grabbed his arm closest to her, hugging it tightly.

"Yes, you did, and I love you for it."

"Glad to meet your exacting standards," he teased lightly. Unfazed, she grinned up at him.

"You know what that means though, don't you?" Luke shrugged and shook his head. "You're gonna have phone sex with your kid in the house."

Luke groaned. "Ugh, I didn't think of that."

"You'll have to be all quiet and sneaky about it."

"Is it too late to change my mind?" he questioned.

"Nuh uh, can't back out now. This was your idea, mister, and a damn good one if I do say so myself."

Luke sighed. "You're calling me on my cell phone, not the landline."

"Yes, dear," she agreed, amusedly.

"And it's happening late."

"You got it, dude."

"That means after Jeopardy, because you know she won't miss it."

"Whatever you say, El Capitan." Luke shot her a glare and she giggled, hugging his arm a little tighter.

"The things I do for you," he grumbled. She just smiled, feeling more content than she had all week long. It was amazing what the promise of a sexy night with her beau could do for her mood.

XXXX

Luke answered on the second ring.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice low, a bit gruff. Lorelai smiled.

"Hey handsome. What are you up to?"

"I'm just getting into bed. How about you?"

"Just got back to my room. They had a banquet tonight. There's still dancing and stuff going on, but I didn't want to miss our date."

"You can go back down if you want, don't miss out on my account."

"No way, I've been thinking about you all day."

Luke grinned. "Good, me too."

"So what are you wearing?" Lorelai asked with laughter in her voice. Luke chuckled.

"First things first, tell me about your day. You had your panel this afternoon, right?"

Lorelai smiled. "Yes, I did, and it went great."

"Did they ask you all the questions they sent down?"

"Most of them. We were running a little late so they skipped a few, but I think all things considered it went pretty well."

"Who else ended up being on the panel?"

"Well, it was a small business panel, so there was me and a guy from Wisconsin who runs a few steakhouses, and a woman from California who owns a winery. They were both great. It was really interesting to hear perspectives from different regions."

"I bet. So, did you get a chance to talk to the organizer?"

"I did. I just wanted to know how he got my name, you know? It's not like the Dragonfly is a big deal."

"Sure it is," he countered.

"I mean outside the walls of the Gilmore-Danes residence."

"Ah. So, what did he say?"

"Well, first he gave me the whole, 'It's my business to know these things,' spiel," she said, mimicking the lower register of his voice. Luke rolled his eyes.

"Uh huh."

"But then he said he heard about us in that magazine article, you remember the one from the year we opened?"

"Yep, the famous article."

"Infamous is more like it."

"Your mom eventually got over it."

"She's just laying in wait."

"So he read the article," Luke moved her along. "That was like five years ago, why now?"

"That's what I asked. He said that since so many businesses fail in the first five years, they like to wait until people are more established to bring them in for panels. Hard to call yourself a 'success' if you haven't yet 'succeeded'," she explained.

"I guess that makes sense," Luke allowed.

"Anyway, he said he's been keeping an eye on my career, and it seemed like the right time."

"That's great, Lorelai," Luke said warmly.

She smiled. "Yeah, it's good for the ol' ego, I can't lie."

"You should be proud," he told her.

"I am. Oh, and hey, I met this woman here who made me an offer and I want to run it by you," she said, shifting gears.

"What's that?"

"Well, she runs a bunch of small private cottages in New Hampshire. They're opening up a new lakeside chalet this summer and she asked if I would be interested in trying it out for a few days."

"A lakeside chalet?" Luke repeated.

"Yeah! She said we'd be the first guests, and we don't have to pay. She wants me to come and try out all of the amenities and give her a bit of a report after our stay – let her know what worked and what didn't, that kind of thing; like a test run."

"That sounds pretty great," Luke said, excited at the prospect of a few days away.

"I know! And it's on a private beach, so we'd be all by ourselves. She promised there's nobody around to hear us scream. I don't know if she meant that in a sexual way or a slasher way, but I think I'm going to take it as a positive."

Luke chuckled. "You would."

"So, what do you think? You in?"

"It sounds good to me. Did she say when?"

"They've got their first booking for the fourth of July, so it would have to be the weekend before, Friday to Sunday. Is that okay? I know it's not a lot of notice."

"I think I can make that work," he told her.

"Ahh! I'm so excited. I'll call her tomorrow morning and let her know," Lorelai said, bouncing around a little in the bed.

Luke smiled. "So, what are you wearing?" he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

"First things first," Lorelai mimicked. "How's April?"

He smiled. "She's good. She misses you."

"I know, I miss her too. I can't believe our weekends overlapped like this."

"If it makes you feel better, I think she's adapting to your absence quite well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, feigning offense.

"Well, she's sound asleep already," he explained.

"What? It's like nine-thirty."

"She came in to open the diner with me at five this morning. I told her she didn't have to, but she insisted."

"That kid..."

"I know," he chuckled. "Anyway, she started fading around two, and conked out hard at 8:30. She barely made it through Jeopardy."

"Wow, you must've worked her hard, pops."

"I guess so."

"So, you think she's out for the night?"

"Well, when I checked on her, she was face down in her pillow and snoring like a chainsaw, so, I'd say so."

"I guess that runs in the family," she teased.

"Stop," Luke said, gruffly.

Lorelai grinned. "She's out then."

"She's dead to the world," he confirmed.

"Good."

"I'd say so." He shifted a little in bed, his body already beginning to respond to what he knew would come next.

"So what are you wearing?" Lorelai asked again. Luke chuckled.

"Just my boxers."

Lorelai gasped animatedly. "You're forgoing the sweats and tee?"

"Thought I'd skip ahead a few steps. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm in my boxers too," she joked.

He laughed. "Sexy."

"I thought so. They've got little hearts on them."

"So…" Luke prompted.

"I'm wearing my little black silk nighty," she finally answered.

"The one I got you for Christmas?" he asked.

"That's the one." Luke hummed approvingly.

"That is sexy." Lorelai felt a warmth start spreading over her cheeks and chest. His voice was deeper and grittier than usual, which was aiding in setting the mood.

"You're in bed?" she asked.

"Yup. You?"

"I'm in bed."

"And what are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm running my hand over the silk. It's so soft against my skin."

He closed his eyes to envision her. "Where are you touching?"

"My stomach, thighs. Is there somewhere else you'd like me to touch?"

"Go a little higher," he instructed. Lorelai grinned and stroked upward to palm her right breast.

"Mmm," she sighed. "I can feel my nipple getting hard through the silk."

Luke licked his lips and reached down to adjust himself. "Squeeze your nipple for me, the way I would if I was there."

Lorelai pinched the bud between her thumb and forefinger, just lightly, but enough to make her hiss. "You know you make me crazy when you play with my breasts," she told him.

"Makes me crazy too."

"What would you be doing if you were here?" she asked.

"I don't know, I think I'd like to sit back and watch the show for a bit," he suggested. "There's nothing sexier than watching you touch yourself, seeing how you get yourself off."

"God, you've got good game tonight, babe," Lorelai said with an airy laugh. "I feel like the last time we did this I had to pull it out of you."

"Well, I'm highly motivated," he told her. She grinned.

"So hey, I got you a little something that I think you should use tonight," Lorelai said as she played absently with her breast.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep. Check in my tickle trunk under the bed."

Luke pulled himself out of the bed and knelt down beside it, hauling out the box of Lorelai's treasures. Inside were many things, some they had used, many they hadn't. He made a mental note to take a better inventory of what was there before Lorelai returned home so he could figure out how to work some of these things into their weekly escapades.

"So, what am I looking for, exactly?" he asked.

"Top left, I think. It's a cock ring with a little vibrator in it."

Luke found the device. He clicked the vibrator on and felt it rev to life in his hand, a firm but not overwhelming buzzing taking over. He flicked it back off and sat back on his haunches, regarding it.

"What am I supposed to do with it, exactly?" he asked, unsure.

"What do you think?" Lorelai droned.

"Okay, I know what to do with it but just… how? And why?"

"Well, the how should be self explanatory. The why? Because I think you'll enjoy it. Plus, I've got my bullet. I thought we could incorporate them tonight."

"You brought your bullet?"

"Of course I did. She's got the magic touch." Luke chuckled.

"Your bullet's a girl?"

"She's a lady, Luke. A lady," Lorelai corrected him. He shook his head, amusedly.

"Is it okay with you if my cockring is a lady too?"

"Hey man, it's your cockring. You can assign whatever gender you want to it. But you know what that means…"

"Uh, what?" he asked, unsurely.

"It means you have to give her a name."

"Ah, jeez," Luke complained.

"Hey, them's the rules buddy. My bullet's name is Ivana Cumalot." Lorelai grinned at her ingenuity. Luke rolled his eyes.

"Subtle."

"So? What's it gonna be?" Lorelai pressured. "Oh! How about Lorelai."

"What is it with you trying to name everyone and everything Lorelai?" he questioned.

"Because it's a great name," she said. "Actually, scratch that. When you're screaming my name I'd like to know you're talking about me and not your sex toy."

"I think I'll skip naming her for now, just for the sake of expediency," Luke said, hoping to move things along.

"You in a rush there, sailor?" Lorelai teased.

"You could say that."

"Then how about we kick this up a notch? Take off your underwear," she instructed.

Luke snagged a bottle of warming lubricant from the box and got to his feet, dropping his shorts before returning to the bed and sitting up against the headboard.

"Done," he informed her. "Your turn. As much as I like you in lingerie, I want you naked and ready for me."

Lorelai giggled. "You're so sexy when you're bossy. Give me a sec."

Luke shook his head amusedly as he heard her set the phone down. He returned his attention to the toy Lorelai had determined he would use tonight. His cock wasn't hard yet, but he knew that once it was the cockring would be pretty snug. He tested the stretch on it before sliding it on, confident that even when erect, it wouldn't become uncomfortable.

Once the ring was in place, Luke squeezed a dollop of lube in his hand and started covering his shaft with it, slowing bringing it to life.

"I'm back," Lorelai's voice sounded in his ear.

"Are you in the bed?"

"Yes. I'm laying on my back, slowing running my hand up and down my body. How about you?"

"I'm sitting up against the headboard. I just lubed up and put the cockring on."

Lorelai perked up at this visual. "Did you turn it on?"

"Not yet. Waiting to get to the good part for that," he informed her. She smiled.

"The big finish?"

"Something like that. So, tell me more about what you're doing," Luke turned the conversation back on her.

"I'm tracing my fingertips from my belly button up between my breasts and back down," she explained. "It tickles a little bit."

"Go lower, tell me how wet you are," he encouraged. Lorelai ventured south and spread her legs. She dipped her fingers inside and brought them out glistening, slipping moisture up and encircling her clit with it.

"I'm wet and ready for you," she informed him. "I'm running my fingers over my clit, using my juices to make it slick." She moaned as her sex began to respond to her touch, a welcome tingle starting down below. "I miss feeling your fingers on me, in me. I want you to use them when I get home."

"You got it," he promised. As she was explaining what she was doing, he took a firmer hold on his cock and began stroking up and down in a slow, methodical manner. He wasn't feeling rushed, but he wanted to be ready for what came next.

"What should I do now?" she asked.

"You have your bullet handy?"

"You mean Ivana?"

"I'm not calling it that."

Lorelai laughed and reached for the device. "I've got her."

"Turn it on, touch yourself with it," he instructed. Lorelai selected a mid-range intensity and brought the device to her centre, using the tip to circle her clit. She moaned.

"God, it feels good. Always so good," she told him. "Do you remember the first time we used this together?" Lorelai asked.

Luke's mind wandered back to that memorable night, a little more than a month into their relationship. Lorelai had come home intent on using a vibrator during sex. He wasn't sold on the idea, but gave in easily – it was hard to say no to Lorelai. It turned out to be one of the most explosive sexual experiences of his life, up to that point.

"I remember." His voice was gravelly, and he knew that rusty tone turned her on.

"I was riding you, and I put it in between us and grinded into it while you were deep inside of me."

Luke groaned, squeezing his cock a little harder. He continued the story.

"I don't know what was sexier – the intensity of the vibration, or the way you used me and the bullet for your pleasure." He grinned when he heard Lorelai moan in his ear.

"I can remember exactly how it felt, every single sensation. I love being on top of you," she let her stream of consciousness take over as she circled her clit with the bullet. "I love setting the pace with you underneath me, trying not to come."

"It's so hard not to when you're on top," he jumped in. "Watching you ride me, being able to see all of you as you ride my cock… All I want is to plunge into you, fuck you as hard as I can." He had to slow down with his hand, he was getting too close too fast.

"I love when you fuck me hard and fast, like you're losing control," Lorelai whispered. She slipped the device inside of her and pushed it deep to rest there while she took over on her clit with her fingers. "What would you do to me if you were here right now?"

"I'd taste you first," he said, needing no further prompting. "I'd spread your legs wide open and hold them down while I lick and suck on your clit."

Lorelai moaned louder, and he continued.

"I'd suck until you were panting and writhing, begging me to fuck you."

"Oh, Luke!" Lorelai cried as a wave of pleasure coursed through her.

"Is that what you want, Lorelai? Do you want me to fuck you now?" He tightened his grip on his cock, giving in, just a little, to the desire for more.

"Not yet, not yet," she said, holding back. She slowed down her pace on her clit, though her body was still being jolted from the inside by her bullet. She took a few steadying breaths before she went on. "I want your cock in my mouth."

It was Luke's turn to groan, and he did, louder than intended with his daughter downstairs.

"God, Lorelai, you're killing me."

"I want you lying flat on your back," she told him. Luke, who had been sitting up against the headboard, shifted down into the position she requested.

"I'm there."

"I'm crawling up the bed between your legs, staring into your eyes as I get into position."

Luke closed his eyes and imagined this. "You're so sexy."

"I keep eye contact as I wrap my hand around your shaft. You're so thick, so hard for me. My mouth is watering just thinking about tasting you."

"Please," he whispered.

"I lean in and flick the tip with my tongue." Luke squeezed his head and groaned. "And then, with my hand pumping at the base, I take your head in my mouth, slipping my tongue around it in circles, and then going down further until I can't go anymore."

"Mmm," Luke moaned in response, unable to form words.

"When I pull back, I suck so you feel the pressure. Can you feel it, Luke?"

"God, yes," he whimpered. "Please, don't stop."

"I'm not stopping," she assured him. "I dive back down, set up an alternating pace between twisting my hand and sucking you. I can feel your hips moving as you try to make me go deeper. How deep do you want it?"

"All the way," he whispered. "I want to feel the back of your throat."

"Well, in the land of make believe, we can do whatever we want," she reminded him. Luke chuckled.

"Then by all means, continue."

"I take my hand away. You're watching me so intently, I can feel your eyes on me as I start to go lower and lower on your cock."

Luke fisted himself, the warming lubricant making his entire heated shaft throb as he imagined the sensation.

"I make it to the base. I can feel your cock in my throat, and I stay down as long as I can."

"Jesus, Lorelai."

"I pull back slowly, catch my breath, and go down again. When I hit the base, I feel you take my head in your hands, and you start to slowly thrust upward into my mouth, into my throat. How does it feel?"

Luke moaned. He stoked the full length of his shaft, pleasuring his full member as he closed his eyes and imagined what she was doing to him. "You feel amazing. You are amazing."

Lorelai circled her clit with two fingers as they shared in their mutual fantasy, imagining Luke being so deep in her mouth that she was almost consumed by him. It was something that could never happen in the real world, but in this moment, nothing was off limits. It was exciting, erotic, stimulating.

"Lorelai, I want… I need more," Luke croaked as his shaft begged to be treated less delicately.

"Then take more, Luke. Take everything."

"I pull your head off my cock. You suck on the way back and it's all I can do not to come down your throat," Luke said, taking over the storytelling. "Do you want to be on top, or do you want me to fuck you?"

"Mmm, on top," she said. "I crawl up your body and grab my vibrator." With two fingers, she pulled the buzzing device from inside of her, finding it soaked and slippery with her natural juices. She brought it back to her clit more firmly, no longer teasing. "I slide down your shaft. God, I'm so wet, can you feel how wet I am?"

"So wet. So tight," Luke groaned as he tightened his hold on himself, speeding up.

"I turn on the vibrator and put it between us, like that first time, and I start to move my hips, grinding into it each time."

Luke finally clicked on the vibrator in the cockring he was wearing. He wanted to wait for the finale, knowing that once it started, he wouldn't last long.

He groaned at the initial burst of energy coursing through his member, tightening his hold as he sought more friction. "I bend my knees and push up into you. I can feel the vibrations along with your heat. It feels so good, Lorelai."

Lorelai began to shake, the intensity of the vibrations against her clit too much to ignore.

"I pick up my pace," she said, breathlessly. "I know I can't hold on much longer. I want to fuck you hard until we're both coming apart."

Luke's moan resounded through the bedroom as he pulled harder, faster, his entire member being assaulted by the vibrations at the base.

"I fuck you harder. I grab you by the hips and pull you down onto me each time I push up."

"I dig my nails into your chest and meet each of your thrusts. I can't differentiate anymore between the vibrations and your cock, it's all a big blur of pleasure. I'm starting to lose control."

"I can feel you squeezing me. God, Lorelai, you're so tight. I can't hold on."

"Luke!" Lorelai cried as her body began to seize. "Oh, Luke, I'm coming!"

"Yes. Oh yes!" Luke grunted as his own orgasm overtook. He thrust into his hand has his seed spilled over, coating his hand and wrist.

Over the line, they could each hear each other's laboured breathing as they came down from their mutual highs. Luke urgently switched off the cockring, but left it in place as his erection waned. Lorelai turned her bullet off and set it aside so she could catch her breath.

"God, Luke," Lorelai panted. "That was good."

"You're so sexy, Lorelai. If you had any idea what goes on in my mind when I think about you, you'd take out a restraining order against me," he told her. Lorelai laughed heartily on her end, making him grin.

"Well now you have to tell me." He chuckled and shook his head.

"Not a chance."

"Tease."

"So sorry," he said, with not a hint of remorse. He looked down at his soiled hand and sighed. "I should clean up."

She frowned, but one look at her own hand told her it was time. "Me too."

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said softly.

"Tomorrow. Thanks for saving our Saturday night."

Luke smiled. "Anytime."

A/N – Hope you liked it. Let me know :)