"Your handyman is here."
At the sound of Michel's monotone voice, Lorelai looked up from the stack of mail in her hands to see Luke striding through the lobby and towards her, with Bert clutched in his hand. A smile blossomed on her face as she dropped the mail and rounded the front desk to meet him, ignoring the eye-roll from Michel when she greeted Luke with a kiss.
"I got your message," Luke said, "Sorry it took so long, there was a rush at the diner."
"No problem, you're here now," Lorelai said breezily, waving off any concern he might have. "The problem is just in my office, I'll show you."
With that, she reached out and took his hand, intertwining their fingers and beginning to lead him back the few feet to her own office. Michel's voice, however, stopped her in her tracks.
"What problem in your office?" he asked nosily.
She was quick on her feet, the excuse rolling off her tongue. "There's a problem with my desk, it's all wobbly."
"No there isn't," Michel retorted. "I was just in there this morning. Your desk was fine."
She narrowed her eyes, darkening her cheery tone slightly. "Did you break my desk Michel?"
When he swore that he didn't and was only in there because she didn't think to give him an office of his own and a man needs his own office, she resumed her task from before and led Luke into her office. Before shutting the door behind them, she called out for Michel to stay out of her office from now on.
Turning back to Luke and into her office, Lorelai silently locked the door while explaining to Luke that the problem was on the left side of the desk, near the front.
"Here?" Luke asked, setting down his toolbox and easing down onto his knees in front of the spot she had vaguely directed him to.
"Yes, right there," Lorelai instructed.
Walking behind where he knelt, she slowly stroked her hand along his back. Dragging her fingers across the rough flannel and up to his neck, along his jaw, cupping his face for a brief moment before settling down in her chair behind the desk and watching him work.
There was no problem and he would figure that out soon enough but she could still toy around with the idea that something needed to be fixed. Truer words that something needed to be handled by a very handyman, and she wasn't talking about her desk.
In her chair, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, her skirt easing up her thighs with the small and meticulously repeated action. "Find anything, yet?"
"Not yet," he replied, not looking up at her. Instead he remained diligently focused on whatever problem she claimed to exist with her desk. He had already tested it out for the so-called wobbliness and didn't see anything wrong.
She toyed with the buttons on her blouse, undoing the first few while crossing and uncrossing her legs once more, spreading them just enough, before replying. "Really? It was wobbly earlier."
"I'm beginning to think…" he stopped as he looked up at her.
First, his eyes trailed up her legs. The long, slender legs that were no longer inhibited by the knee-length skirt she left the house wearing this morning. No. That was bunched up around her thighs. She had a hand resting on her thigh and she was sitting perfectly that so he could tell that she had nothing on underneath her skirt. He was just noticing the buttons undone on her top, catching a glimpse of her bra underneath, when she asked him another question.
"Beginning to think, what?"
Luke knew that look on her face all too well. A calculated mix of lustful and innocence, fully knowing of what her intentions were with the message she left earlier.
"That I wasn't called over here to fix a desk."
"Smart man," Lorelai complimented. "But there is one thing I need you to do."
He played along. "What do you need me to do?"
A smirk tugged at her lips. "Me."
Still on his knees in front of her, he stroked his hands up her legs, starting from her ankles and slowly stopping when he reached her thighs. "Let me get this straight…"
She nodded. "Yes?"
"You called and left me a message, pulled me away from my diner, just so I would come over here and fuck you in your office?"
She bit her lip and nodded her head again. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. What those words were doing to her. How much she loved when he brought out that side of him.
A soft sigh escaped her lips when his hands began to squeeze and knead her thighs. "Yes."
"During the middle of the day?" He asked, pausing to place a kiss on her inner thigh as she spread her legs a little further for him. "When anyone who walks by could hear what you're doing in here?"
She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes while he continued his ministrations. Her words were wanton and breathy. "Yes, Luke. I wanted you. I needed a quickie."
He gently kissed her other thigh, closer to her center this time. "You've been thinking about this since you called me." Another kiss. "Wondering when I would show up, coming up with the broken desk excuse if anyone asked."
Another kiss. Closer.
"All this time, thinking about getting fucked in your office, the idea that someone might hear, turning you on, getting you wet." He ran his tongue along her wet slit, barely parting her lips. "My girl is soaking wet."
Her hands gripped the arms of her chair as a barely audible, "Oh yes," fell from her mouth. Him calling her his girl was a weakness and a major turn-on.
He pulled back, hands still on her thighs, still softly kneading and massaging the heated skin. "Tell me what you want Lorelai."
"Fuck me," Lorelai whispered, eyes closed and head leaned back against her chair.
He gave a tight squeeze to her thighs. "Look at me and tell me."
She opened her eyes, rolling her head forward, and leaned down to meet his gaze as a naughty smile crossed her face. "Fuck me."
He grinned while slipping his hands underneath where her skirt bunched up and slowly started to run his fingers along her center. "How?"
She looked over his shoulder to the desk behind him and gave a gentle nod. "Bend me over the desk."
He nodded his head, his fingers still working along her center. The tip of his finger slowly drew circles around her clit. "And you said you needed a quickie?"
She sucked in a breath at his touch. "Yes."
"Mmmm," he moaned, parting her folds and slipping one finger inside her. "You need it hard and fast."
It was a statement not a question but she still nodded her head and rocked her hips against the finger he was pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. "Yes. I need you to fuck me hard and fast."
Without warning, he was up and on his feet. He gripped her hand and pulled her up out of the chair and flush against him. Kissing her soundly, he turned them around and pinned her between his hard body and the desk. His hands were roaming all over, as were hers.
As she dipped her tongue into his mouth, she moaned when he responded in kind. She slid her hands down his chest and to his belt buckle, swiftly unbuckling it and slipping her hand down into the front of his jeans.
He broke the kiss and let out a moan as she wrapped her hand around him. Dipping his head down, he pressed kisses to her skin as he undid the last few buttons of her shirt, kissing along her collarbone and down to her chest.
Lorelai let out soft whimpers as he kissed and nipped at the skin along the swell of her breasts. She wound her hands in his hair, holding him there as he lovingly paid her attention before she pulled him back to her and kissed him deeply. As much as she was loving it, this was supposed to be a quickie.
"Quickie, Luke, remember," she gently reminded him.
He turned her around so her back was now flush against her chest. "I remember," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
He pushed her down, bending her over the desk and knocking a few of the office supplies to the ground in the process. Her laugh at the office supplies clattering to the floor turned into a moan when he slipped a finger into her once again.
Outside the office door, a certain employee, hearing the clatter inside the office decided now would be the best time to take a break. Whatever was going on was none of his business. A sign excusing his absence appeared in his place.
Back inside the office, another rustling and soft clattering was heard as Luke pushed his jeans and boxers to the ground. He stroked himself in his hand a few times before rubbing the head of his cock along her wet folds.
She moaned his name softly and pressed herself back against him.
He knew this was supposed to be a quickie, he agreed to a quickie. A hard and fast quickie, per her request. But the sight of her bent over on her desk, skirt bunched up around her hips and her legs spread revealing just how wet she was for him, was just too much for him to handle. Tasting her once wasn't enough.
Luke fell back on his haunches, caressing his hands over her round ass, and using his thumbs to part her folds. He heard her question what he was doing since they had agreed to a quickie and this wasn't quickie activity but her questioning soon turned into a moan as he took one long lick of her.
He took a few long licks, dragging his tongue through her wet folds slowly, wanting to taste every inch of her. She tasted so sweet, delicious, and he could always tell from tasting her when she really needed to cum. And she needed it hard, and fast, like she said earlier.
He was devouring her, his tongue lashing at every delicious inch of her, switching from slipping between her lips to teasing her clit. And she was responding so well, melting on his tongue and pushing herself back against him, trying to get even more. And he gave her what she wanted, dipping his tongue deeper, stroking her faster, hungrily giving her the best that he could.
This wasn't in her plan for quickie material. When she made the phone call earlier, she wanted it quick and dirty, but he was going for one of his best and longest activities and she was loving it. She was fighting so hard to keep quiet but it was almost impossible when his tongue was doing such unspeakable things to her.
Her fingers curled into the edge of the desk as he continued his marvelous assault, and, then, just as she was about to dive over that precipice, he pulled back and gave her a light smack on the ass. She leaned up on her elbows and glanced over him at her shoulder, catching his eye, she saw him smile.
"We're doing this hard and fast, huh?"
She moaned as he began to rub the head of his cock against her swollen folds. "Mhmm, hard and fast. Don't hold back."
His hands gripped her hips harder as he obliged by her request and quickly set a hard and fast pace, recklessly pounding into her, while she chanted under her breath for him to fuck her harder.
With every pounding thrust, the desk scraped across the floor sending even more odd and ends clattering to the floor. She had her head turned to the side against the desk and he could see that her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting her lip to try and keep quiet.
He swept his arm underneath her, winding it around her waist, and pulling her back against him, while not letting up the punishing pace he had set. He used the leverage on his waist to hold him against her while his free hand gripped her face and turned her towards him. He peppered her face with kisses before she opened her eyes and locked them with his.
The look of pure desire on his face had him picking up the pace until he was pounding into her as fast as he could. His growls were practically animalistic with every thrust and judging by the look on her face it was exactly what she had in mind when she called him earlier. Exactly what she needed.
With the hand he had used to grip her face, he slid it down her body, over her breasts, and down her stomach until he reached her clit. He rubbed her frantically and she showed her approval by writhing against his hand and moaning out his name though she was trying her best to keep quiet.
"Ohhh, fuck, Luke, yes!"
He groaned, pulling her against him tighter, and continuing to pound into her at full force until she started to come apart in his arms. Watching her try and stay quiet as pleasure pulsed through her, had him emptying himself into her just seconds after she came, and they both fell forward back onto the desk.
They were both still for a few moments, the only sounds filling the room were their soft pants as they tried to catch their breath. When she turned her face towards him, they were both smiling and she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Eventually, Luke pulled back and fell down into her office chair. She stood up and straightened out her skirt and shirt, helping him to get back dressed as well before she settled herself on his lap.
"That's your definition of a quickie, huh?"
He smiled that smile that she absolutely loved. "I couldn't help myself."
"Mmm," she hummed, leaning in to kiss him again. "I love it when you don't hold back from me. And the dirty talk earlier...so good."
His hand lazily stroked her thigh. "You bring it out in me."
"You're damn right I do."
"So, no reason for that phone call?"
She wound her arms around his neck and shrugged her shoulders. "Rough morning dealing with guests, needed something to pound some frustrations away. Or someone."
"Oh God," Luke groaned at her choice of words.
She laughed, kissing him on the cheek. "It worked, I'm much better now. So much better."
He smiled. "Glad to be of service."
"Speaking of service," she said, turning to look at the mess that they had made in her office. "I need you to do something else for me."
"You want me to clean up your office?"
She grinned, nodding her head. "That would be so helpful. I won't just watch, I'll help too."
"Let me guess, you'll tell me where everything goes?"
She kissed him again. "I knew you weren't a fool."
He patted her thighs until she hopped off of his lap and immediately began spouting instructions as to what went where and why it went there as he gathered everything that had crashed from their ground in the middle of their afternoon tryst.