Disclaimer in first chapter.
New Year, New Smut. && hopefully the new years means more frequent updates not only to this story but to all my other ones as well.
This one came from a prompt on Tumblr.
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Graveyard shift was aptly named. Lorelai much preferred working during the daytime, where there were more guest interactions to be had and there was a general livelihood to the spirit of the inn. The nighttime was too quiet. Almost eerie. But tonight, due to her own negligence, there was no one scheduled. She decided to fill in the role, passing the time with a stack of paperwork and a more careful eye for the next schedule she still needed to create.
There were three things serving as her motivation for this dreaded shift: access to as much freshly brewed coffee as her heart desired, leftover desserts from dinner, and the hope that Luke had caught on to her not so subtle hints when she was leaving home earlier.
It had all started a couple of weeks ago when Michel made a comment on how she looked "quite librarian" with her hair pulled back and a new set of glasses perched on her face. She relayed all the comments to Luke later on at home, asking if he thought she looked like a librarian and whether or not that was a good or bad thing. She knew how Michel meant that comment but Luke wasn't Michel.
Luke admitting that he was attracted to the librarian look led to teasing and little quips on his school days and what exactly he was up to but ultimately delved into a fantasy of knocking boots in the stacks. Not that it was a fantasy that she thought would ever come to fruition, as the only library in town was like everything else and too small for anything to happen without the whole town knowing in under five minutes.
And then she remembered The Dragonfly. There wasn't exactly what most would refer to as a standard library but they did have shelves with an ever-growing (sometimes dwindling) collection of books that guests were encouraged to "check-out" during their stay. Close enough, she thought. And hinted to Luke as she was leaving along with a couple of hints about eyeglasses and special visitors and just how lonely night shift could be when she was mostly by herself.
The idea alone was enough to spur her on and help her get through this shift.
Her head was down and her mind was filled with facts and figures when she first heard someone approaching the front desk.
"Excuse me, can you help me with something?"
Her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile at the sound of the voice as her eyes took in the flannel and the slightly scruffy nature of a beard starting to appear. She made a show of adjusting her glasses and put on her most helpful face.
"Of course. What can I help you with?"
"I'm having a little trouble sleeping. I was thinking about grabbing a book from your library."
"Ah yes, we have a fine selection," Lorelai replied. "Anything in particular you're looking for?"
"That's the thing," Luke said. "I was hoping you could help me with that."
A lecherous smile played on her lips, the sparkle spreading to her eyes. "I'm positive I can help you find something to satisfy your needs."
Rounding the desk, Lorelai added a little sway to her hips as she led him to her so-called library. Her fingers trailed over the spines of the books on the top shelf before she dropped her hand and brushed it against the metal gate of the lower shelves, before she looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Anything intriguing you?"
There's something I'm intrigued by."
"Yeah?" Lorelai asked, turning to face him. The look in his eyes had her burning with anticipation. "Which one?"
He directed her with his eyes to the shelf behind her. "That one there, right behind you."
She turned to face the shelf behind her and reached her hand up. Her fingers were digging into the spine of a book picked at random when she felt him pressing himself into her. She hid her smile, still playing along.
"This one?"
He shook his head, rested his hands on her hips, and leaned into her until his lips brushed against her ear. "Not that one."
He felt her shudder as she took in a deep breath and watched as her fingers slid to the book next to the one she had just asked about. "How about this one?"
"Closer," he whispered, his words ghosting against her heated skin. His hands toyed with the hem of her blouse, beginning to slip under the fabric. "Almost there."
Her fingers stilled against the books and caught his eyes. "What happens when I find you the right one?"
He smiled. "Keep going."
She explored the other books on the shelf, reading him off a few titles and the topics of the book she had read herself as his fingers began to explore her body. Her breath hitched when his fingers dipped into the waistband of her skirt and skimmed the edge of her panties.
"I'm not sure we have any books of this particular nature," Lorelai said, her voice breathy. "Maybe a few romance novels tucked away somewhere. I could find them for you."
He pulled her back tighter against him when she took a step to the side and began to move away. "I found what I was looking for."
"Really?" she asked, giving into the expert way his hands were manipulating her body. "Is this story intriguing?"
"Very intriguing."
His words danced across her skin, making her crave more. He pressed his lips against the curve of her neck, alternating between gently kissing and nipping the skin. His hands delved further into her skirt and underneath her panties where he found her wet and aching for his touch.
She widened her stance. giving him more room, and braced herself up against the bookshelf. They were in no real danger of being caught, her night crew was pretty much just one person, but the thrill of being in public heightened her senses. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers began to explore her slick folds.
"I know this story," he confessed, pressing another kiss to her neck. "It has intrigue. Suspense. Excitement. Affection."
Each pause was punctuated with a kiss to neck and up along her jawline until he reached her lips. He captured her lips with his, kissing her passionately before pressing kisses back down along her face until he reached that spot behind her earlobe.
She started to move against his hand, slowly rocking her hips to the rhythm he was setting. "Sounds like an amazing story."
"That it is."
She smiled and ground herself back against him, feeling accomplished when her actions elicited a moan from him. "You'll tell me how the story ends?"
He hummed in agreement. "Tell you. Or show you."
The heel of his hand pressed against her clit as he pushed a finger inside of her, slowly stroking in and out for a few minutes before adding a second finger. His fingers pumped in and out, curling up against her g-spot on every third stroke. He could feel her legs start to shake, waiting for the next time he curled his fingers in just the right spot. With every stroke, he made sure to grind his hand up against her clit.
Her breathing had grown ragged. "Please."
His strokes grew more deliberate and he curled his fingers with every pump of his hand. He stroked his fingers deep inside her, wanting to feel her come undone on his hand. He pumped harder, faster, until he watched her squeeze her eyes shut and her fingers curl into her wooden bookshelf as her climax shook her body.
Lorelai pressed her lips together as she tried to not make too much noise even though Luke was still stroking her through her orgasm. Trying to catch her breath, she leaned against the bookshelf for a moment while Luke continued to please her body. She hummed her approval before turning around to face him.
"Is there more? Because I think I know where this goes from here."
"You do?"
Lorelai nodded her hand. This was her time to use her hands to explore his body. But given their limited time, it was only a matter of time before a random guest made an impromptu visit downstairs, her hands went straight to his belt buckle. While her hands were busy making their way into his jeans, he pulled her into a kiss.
She moaned into the kiss as her slide into his boxers and her fingers wrapped around him. She began to stroke him, feeling him hard and throbbing and all for her. Her strokes were slow and her thumb rubbed over the head of his cock with every stroke. She wanted to taste him, take him in her mouth, but the desire to have him inside of her won out with their time constraint.
He pulled back from the kiss and fought back a moan as he started to pump into her hand. Pushing her back against the bookshelf, he lifted her skirt, pushed her panties to the side, and slowly entered her. His lips moved over hers once again as they both moaned at the intimate connection.
Feeling him pat the side of her thigh, she lifted her leg and hooked it around his waist, pulling him in even deeper. Her glasses had started to slide down her face and she almost laughed as he pushed them back into position but that was met with a particularly hard thrust so she could only moan.
Every thrust jolted her back against the bookshelf and made the books rattle and she knew she would definitely feel this in the morning, but at the moment everything he was doing so expertly to her outweighed all of that. Her hand slid over his ass and pulled him as close as he could possibly get.
"More," she whispered, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Harder."
His fingers dug into her thighs as he moved harder and faster, thrusting into her and giving her exactly what she wanted.
Her hands on his ass are helping to guide his thrusts while she rocks her hips in time with his as they move in a well-practiced and hurried frenzy. The once dead quiet library is now filled with soft pants and moans that they both failed to hold back as they were nearing their peaks.
Luke started to come undone first, his thrusts growing more reckless as he emptied himself inside of her. He groaned loudly when she clenched down around him, throbbing with her own release. He held her in his arms, both of them trying to steady their breathing.
She sighed, feeling the kisses he was peppering over her face. Smiling, she moved her lips to his, kissing him softly. They stayed that way for a couple of minutes before reality set in and had them separating and fixing their clothes as if nothing had just happened.
The couple of books that rested on the floor told a different story.
Lorelai laughed as she bent down and scooped them up before depositing them back on their rightful shelf.
"Think you'll get some sleep now? After you encounter with the hot librarian?" she teased.
"I don't think I'll have any trouble now."
She smiled. "You shouldn't. Though I do wish I was going home with you, instead of being stuck here."
"You don't have much longer."
"True," Lorelai agreed. "And I got the very vivid memory of what we just did to keep me company."
"Things are already looking up."
She kissed him quickly then squeezed his arm. "Okay, old man, now I know I kept you up past your bedtime but now you can head to bed. I'll see you at home later."
"And I'll have breakfast waiting," Luke promised.
"Ah, the perfect man."
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