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This one is more fluff. Inspired by a prompt on Tumblr. Set after they first get back together in Season 5.
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Lorelai enters the apartment holding a pie plate in her hand. With a nudge of her foot, she closes the door behind her and pads across the floor. On the bed, she tucks her legs underneath her and curls up next to Luke, offering him a taste of the pie she's pilfered from the diner. She smiles when he actually eats what she offers and then gathers an even bigger bite for herself as he begins to talk about his day.
All in all, pretty normal occurrences for the diner - sans the Hurricane Emily that whirled in a vortex of Chanel No. 5 and misplaced accusations. Like Kirk latest job venture that involved him working at the diner shadowing Luke and the latest plea from Taylor to get Luke to spruce up the diner once again. And how he forgot that he rescheduled an early delivery so he really didn't have to leave her bed as early as he did - a fact he regretted.
It was mundane. Their talk was bordering on domestic. But it was the mundane things she missed and was more than happy to listen to him share with her. The unwinding at the end of the day, venting and sharing little stories of what happened throughout the day when the other person wasn't around to witness anything. The mundane/everyday things that he looks happy to be able to share with her again. As happy as she feels.
When he wraps up his story that features Taylor being banned from the diner until further notice, she realizes that she must have been staring a little too long because he's asking why she's looking at him in the way that she is.
The grin on her face is broad. She feels it tugging at her cheeks. She gives a little shake of her head as she replies, "Nothing, it's just..."
Lorelai knows exactly what she longs desperately to say - exactly how she's feeling in this moment. Exactly how she's been feeling for quite some time now. She's not sure when it began, a realization washed over her one day but the inkling was there for a while. It became obvious after the fact. But the words that she longs to say won't come. They feel heavy on the tip of her tongue, begging to be said, but she can't bring herself to form the words.
Instead, the smile on her face softens and she says something equally as true. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," he confesses with a smile that tugs at her heartstrings. He moves close enough that he can cover her lips with his own. "You have no idea how much."
"Oh, trust me, I have some idea."
He taps the now almost empty pie plate that she still holds. "Admit it, you just missed being a few feet away from pie at all times."
A soft laugh bubbles forth from her lips. "That is one of the perks of dating you. I also missed the coffee."
"I'll make sure to bring some up here for you tomorrow."
"In bed?" She questions hopefully.
He presses a kiss to her flannel-covered shoulder. "In bed," he confirms.
"You're the best," she smiles.
After she drops the pie plate and fork on the nightstand on her side of the bed and stretches out her legs to get a little more comfortable, he reaches out for her. She sidles up to him, laying her head on her shoulder as her hand lays on his chest. A content hum buzzes from her lips as his hand starts to stroke her leg gingerly.
The next thing she feels is him pressing a kiss to her forehead and his warm breath ghosting over her skin. "Are you okay?"
She knows what he's talking about - what they didn't talk about earlier. "It's fine."
"I know that look," Luke tells her.
"It's my mother butting in where she doesn't belong," Lorelai replies. "Again."
"In the diner, earlier, you seemed upset."
With her arms wrapped around his midsection now, she gives him a squeeze. "I'm better now." She nuzzles her head against him. "We can talk about it later. I don't want to right now."
He's going to hold her to that. Keeping things from each other never works out.
She lays against him. He's tenderly stroking his hand across her back and her fingers draw small circles across his abdomen. The only sounds in the room are that of their breathing and the low hum of the television playing that neither one is paying attention too.
She's the first one to break the silence.
"I really did miss you." She tilts her head back to look at him. "This. Us. Everything. I hated being apart."
"I wasn't so fond of it myself."
She leans up enough to kiss him gently. "Let's not do that ever again," she whispers against his lips.
"We won't," he assures her, easing her back onto the mattress while he moves above her.
She realizes that this should be the time that she freaks out over the implications of what he meant and what she meant by never being apart again but instead, she feels..calm. And the words she wants to say still linger on her tongue and she's so sure that she's going to say them but when she opens her mouth, nothing comes out.
Instead she focuses her energies on Luke and how he's now trailing kisses along her collarbone while his fingers deftly unbutton the flannel that she wears. His flannel, of course. Her hands run through his hair, over his shoulders, and along his back while he kisses every inch of skin as it is exposed to him.
He drops a kiss just above her bellybutton. "You look so good in my shirt."
"My shirt is in the bathroom if you want to see how you look in mine."
The sound of his laughter reverberates against her skin causing her to laugh along with him. He looks up at her with the smile that makes her weak in the knees. "You're something else."
"Back at ya, babe."
She slides her hands over his back and pulls him back up to her. The kiss they share is tender and deep and leaves her a little breathless when he finally pulls back and resumes his mission from before.
He peppers her abdomen with kisses - kissing every little freckle and the faded stretchmarks that had learned she was insecure about. His hands skim over her body, dancing along her curves.
She marvels once again at how attentive and tender he can be during their lovemaking. A word that she now realizes she's never thought about with anyone else. But that's what this is.
He manages to get her in nothing but his flannel before she pulls him up to her once more. Her lips are on his in an instant, trying to evoke with actions what she still can't seem to say with words. She slides her hands in between their bodies and pushes at the waistband of his sweatpants. Once she pushes them down just far enough, she takes him in his hand and strokes him slowly.
He moans his approval against her mouth and thrusts into her hand.
Their lips never leave one another as she guides him to her entrance and he pushes forward. Their sighs and moans mingle as he gently eases into her until he's fully sheathed in her warmth. Her right leg curls around his waist and holds him there, deep inside her, for a few seconds.
Luke pulls back, holding onto her leg as he starts to stroke his hard cock in and out of her. His thrusts are smooth and she's moving her hips in tandem with his so he enters her fully every time.
She runs her hands underneath the t-shirt he's still wearing and scrapes her fingernails across the taut muscles. He lets go of her leg long enough to grab the back of his shirt and pull it over his head before tossing it to the side and pulling her body tight against his.
"Don't stop," she encourages, burying her face into the crook between his neck and shoulder.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he whispers, planting kisses on her face wherever he can reach.
His thrusts begin to speed up and she wraps herself completely around him, rocking with the motion of his body. Her nerve endings are on fire with the closeness of their bodies, with every thrust he's hitting all her most sensitive spots. She hears him moaning her name and it's one of the sweetest sounds she's ever heard.
She moans against his heated skin and is unable to stop the roll of her hips into his. "I'm so close, Luke."
He grips her ass in his hands and uses the leverage to speed up his already fast thrusts. "Come for me."
They move with a well-practiced ease so it doesn't take too long before her body is shuddering and she's coming undone around him. He's right behind her, tightening his hold on her as he lazily thrusts into her.
She lets out a hum of satisfaction when he captures her lips with his again. Their kisses are slow and soon they're relaxing back on the bed, stealing kisses every few seconds.
When he tries to lay down next to her on the bed, she holds him to her.
"I'm going to crush you."
"Nuh-uh," she insists, nuzzling her face against his. "Stay."
He presses a kiss to her lips. "I'm not going anywhere."
She smiles at the implication. "Good."
And suddenly, her tongue is loosened and the words that she's felt for some time now but hasn't been able to express are whispered into the air.
"I love you."
And that's the best things that he's ever heard.
"I love you too."
Eventually, Luke eases off of her and onto the bed next to her. There's nothing else that needs to be said tonight. She feels no need to fill the empty silence with anything other than the soft sounds of the kisses that she freckles along his chest as she cuddles up to him.
She's not going to mention that few times she's whispered those three little words in the dark while he's slept or the times it's ran through her brain recently because she's finally said it and meant it with everything she is.
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