That Certain Something
Chapter 3: Daisies and Softball (Well, sort of…)
Summary: L/L! This season hasn't really happened in the world where this fan fic takes place. Previously, Lorelai decided not to marry Max when her mother suggested the possibility of Luke having feelings for her. After a game of poker, Luke walks Lorelai home. When they say goodnight, she asks Luke about Max, which turns out being the prelude to their first kiss. This chapter—Lorelai tells Rory about her and Luke's first kiss and Luke and Lorelai go on their first date.
Disclaimer: Still have no rights to anyone whatsoever…
A/N: Thanks again for the reviews! I love reading them! :)
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Rory was in her room when Lorelai came home. She had fallen asleep less than an hour before and Lorelai easy woke her by laying down next to her.
"Mom? What time is it?" Rory asked, her voice hoarse from sleep.
"I don't know…eleven, midnight?"
"What—is something wrong?"
"We kissed." Lorelai was beaming.
"Who kissed?"
"Me and Luke."
Rory sat up, surprised. "You and Luke?"
Lorelai nodded then suddenly looked concerned. "Oh, sweetie, that doesn't bother you, does it?"
"No, not at all. I'm happy that you guys finally got together," she grinned and hugged her mother. "So, how did it happen?"
"Well, he walked me home after we finished playing poker and we were talking. Suddenly, we were sort of talking about 'us,' but not really. It started with him disliking Max and…and then we just kissed."
"He initiated it?"
"No, I did." She was still smiling. "Then he kind of pulled away for a minute and then he kissed me again. It was just so…I can't even describe it. It was…incredible…and sweet…and wonderful…and I never wanted to end."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"You know the entire town will be talking about you in the morning."
"I know."
"And?"
"I'm just so happy right now, I don't even care."
Rory smiled. "So you were right about canceling the wedding?"
"I think so. I really do."
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"Hey you," Lorelai said, walking into the diner. The only other person in the diner was leaving with his coffee to-go.
"Hey." He said, smiling. He handed her a mug of coffee. "Uh…last night…"
"…Was unbelievable," she finished for him. He sighed, smiling.
"I'm happy that you feel the same way." He paused. "I was…uh…wondering if maybe you'd want to go out to dinner tomorrow night."
"I'd love to."
"Great. Seven?"
"Sure." She smiled and looked at her watch. "I have to get to the Inn. See you tomorrow night." She stood then awkwardly leaned over the counter and kissed his cheek. He touched her chin so she wouldn't pull away and kissed her lips softly.
"Bye." She smiled and he watched her leave then went back to wiping down the counters.
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The next night, Luke walked up to her door, nervously. When she opened it, he saw her look of surprise at his clothes—he wasn't in plaid. In fact, he was wearing the pants and belt she'd bought him and a white button-down shirt, the top button open. His baseball cap was also left at home.
She called to Rory to tell her that she was leaving then stepped outside. He was thinking how beautiful she looked as they walked. She was wearing a short black dress with an low cut square neckline. When they reached the driveway he handed her the single daisy he'd been carrying.
"I figured that yellow daisies would make you think of…well, I decided to bring white."
"Thank you." She twirled it between her thumb and forefinger for a minute before looking up at him again. "So, where are we going for dinner?" She looked around for his truck.
"It's in walking distance."
"You're taking me to Al's?"
"No."
"Your diner?"
"No."
"Then where?"
"You'll see." Luke smirked and they began walking.
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"Close your eyes." He said, stopping.
"What?"
"Close your eyes." He persisted as he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around her head.
"I thought you found the tradition of handkerchiefs revolting."
"Normally, I do, but this one is clean and I needed it because I know you and you wouldn't have kept your eyes closed."
"I have very good reason not to, considering I'm wearing three-inch heels." He slid one hand in hers and put his other hand on her back.
"It's not too far."
"I'm not sure I trust you. You are the man that constantly refuses to give me my liquid version of air."
"And yet you always manage to get it…"
"That's because you think I'm pretty…and you want to kiss me…"
"You're arrogant, you know that?"
"No, just self-assured." She smiled.
"All right, we're here." He said, after a moment. He slowly took of the blindfold. Lorelai couldn't believe what she saw.
Before her, on the bridge that crossed the pond (A/N: the one Rory and Jess had the picnic on and the one from which Luke pushed Jess into the pond…), Luke had laid a white sheet on which he'd set two plates of food (hers was a cheeseburger and fries, his tofu and vegetables), candles, two mugs (she was sure one was coffee and the other tea), and a vase filled with more daisies.
"Oh, Luke…I can't believe you did this."
"Yeah, well…" They sat down on the bridge, Lorelai's feet hanging over the edge, Luke facing her. They talked and laughed while they ate. Eventually he moved next to her and kissed her softly. She lightly touched his face with her fingertips as they withdrew from each other. He stood and took her hand. "Come on, there's one more place I want to take you."
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"The baseball field?"
"You said you've never played before. I want to teach you how to play." Luke answered, taking a softball and a bat out of the picnic basket he was carrying.
"You're going to teach me how to play baseball?" She asked, her eyebrow lifting slightly.
"Well, softball…and I'll probably only teach you how to hit it."
"Fine, but if someone gets hurt, it's not my fault. I warned you." He smiled. "Am I holding this right?" Lorelai asked, lifting the bat in two hands and positioning if over her right shoulder.
"Uh…not quite. Move it more to the left…no, your other left…more…more…and now move your hands…" He directed. She tried to follow his instructions, but he saw that he couldn't tell her how to hold it. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, putting his hands on top of hers and re-positioning the bat.
"Okay. Now, to hit it, you just swing like…" he demonstrated, slowly. She looked over her shoulder at him.
"Does everyone you teach get taught quite like this?" Lorelai smirked.
"No. Only the students I like." He kissed the side of her neck softly then moved to her shoulder, then her lips.
"I really don't think, at this rate, I'm going to learn very much about baseball." She murmured between kisses. She dropped the bat and turned in his arms.
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A/N: I know this is a random place to leave off at, but I *really* need to get some stuff done tonight (Standardized testing is inevitable on the road to college and I need to still sign up for my subject tests), so I thought I'd finish this chapter here. The next chapter should be up between now and next week…we'll see where I'm at with things…Also, please review! The button is right there (below)…yup, on the left. Click it. Great, thanks! :)
Chapter 3: Daisies and Softball (Well, sort of…)
Summary: L/L! This season hasn't really happened in the world where this fan fic takes place. Previously, Lorelai decided not to marry Max when her mother suggested the possibility of Luke having feelings for her. After a game of poker, Luke walks Lorelai home. When they say goodnight, she asks Luke about Max, which turns out being the prelude to their first kiss. This chapter—Lorelai tells Rory about her and Luke's first kiss and Luke and Lorelai go on their first date.
Disclaimer: Still have no rights to anyone whatsoever…
A/N: Thanks again for the reviews! I love reading them! :)
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Rory was in her room when Lorelai came home. She had fallen asleep less than an hour before and Lorelai easy woke her by laying down next to her.
"Mom? What time is it?" Rory asked, her voice hoarse from sleep.
"I don't know…eleven, midnight?"
"What—is something wrong?"
"We kissed." Lorelai was beaming.
"Who kissed?"
"Me and Luke."
Rory sat up, surprised. "You and Luke?"
Lorelai nodded then suddenly looked concerned. "Oh, sweetie, that doesn't bother you, does it?"
"No, not at all. I'm happy that you guys finally got together," she grinned and hugged her mother. "So, how did it happen?"
"Well, he walked me home after we finished playing poker and we were talking. Suddenly, we were sort of talking about 'us,' but not really. It started with him disliking Max and…and then we just kissed."
"He initiated it?"
"No, I did." She was still smiling. "Then he kind of pulled away for a minute and then he kissed me again. It was just so…I can't even describe it. It was…incredible…and sweet…and wonderful…and I never wanted to end."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"You know the entire town will be talking about you in the morning."
"I know."
"And?"
"I'm just so happy right now, I don't even care."
Rory smiled. "So you were right about canceling the wedding?"
"I think so. I really do."
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"Hey you," Lorelai said, walking into the diner. The only other person in the diner was leaving with his coffee to-go.
"Hey." He said, smiling. He handed her a mug of coffee. "Uh…last night…"
"…Was unbelievable," she finished for him. He sighed, smiling.
"I'm happy that you feel the same way." He paused. "I was…uh…wondering if maybe you'd want to go out to dinner tomorrow night."
"I'd love to."
"Great. Seven?"
"Sure." She smiled and looked at her watch. "I have to get to the Inn. See you tomorrow night." She stood then awkwardly leaned over the counter and kissed his cheek. He touched her chin so she wouldn't pull away and kissed her lips softly.
"Bye." She smiled and he watched her leave then went back to wiping down the counters.
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The next night, Luke walked up to her door, nervously. When she opened it, he saw her look of surprise at his clothes—he wasn't in plaid. In fact, he was wearing the pants and belt she'd bought him and a white button-down shirt, the top button open. His baseball cap was also left at home.
She called to Rory to tell her that she was leaving then stepped outside. He was thinking how beautiful she looked as they walked. She was wearing a short black dress with an low cut square neckline. When they reached the driveway he handed her the single daisy he'd been carrying.
"I figured that yellow daisies would make you think of…well, I decided to bring white."
"Thank you." She twirled it between her thumb and forefinger for a minute before looking up at him again. "So, where are we going for dinner?" She looked around for his truck.
"It's in walking distance."
"You're taking me to Al's?"
"No."
"Your diner?"
"No."
"Then where?"
"You'll see." Luke smirked and they began walking.
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"Close your eyes." He said, stopping.
"What?"
"Close your eyes." He persisted as he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around her head.
"I thought you found the tradition of handkerchiefs revolting."
"Normally, I do, but this one is clean and I needed it because I know you and you wouldn't have kept your eyes closed."
"I have very good reason not to, considering I'm wearing three-inch heels." He slid one hand in hers and put his other hand on her back.
"It's not too far."
"I'm not sure I trust you. You are the man that constantly refuses to give me my liquid version of air."
"And yet you always manage to get it…"
"That's because you think I'm pretty…and you want to kiss me…"
"You're arrogant, you know that?"
"No, just self-assured." She smiled.
"All right, we're here." He said, after a moment. He slowly took of the blindfold. Lorelai couldn't believe what she saw.
Before her, on the bridge that crossed the pond (A/N: the one Rory and Jess had the picnic on and the one from which Luke pushed Jess into the pond…), Luke had laid a white sheet on which he'd set two plates of food (hers was a cheeseburger and fries, his tofu and vegetables), candles, two mugs (she was sure one was coffee and the other tea), and a vase filled with more daisies.
"Oh, Luke…I can't believe you did this."
"Yeah, well…" They sat down on the bridge, Lorelai's feet hanging over the edge, Luke facing her. They talked and laughed while they ate. Eventually he moved next to her and kissed her softly. She lightly touched his face with her fingertips as they withdrew from each other. He stood and took her hand. "Come on, there's one more place I want to take you."
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"The baseball field?"
"You said you've never played before. I want to teach you how to play." Luke answered, taking a softball and a bat out of the picnic basket he was carrying.
"You're going to teach me how to play baseball?" She asked, her eyebrow lifting slightly.
"Well, softball…and I'll probably only teach you how to hit it."
"Fine, but if someone gets hurt, it's not my fault. I warned you." He smiled. "Am I holding this right?" Lorelai asked, lifting the bat in two hands and positioning if over her right shoulder.
"Uh…not quite. Move it more to the left…no, your other left…more…more…and now move your hands…" He directed. She tried to follow his instructions, but he saw that he couldn't tell her how to hold it. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, putting his hands on top of hers and re-positioning the bat.
"Okay. Now, to hit it, you just swing like…" he demonstrated, slowly. She looked over her shoulder at him.
"Does everyone you teach get taught quite like this?" Lorelai smirked.
"No. Only the students I like." He kissed the side of her neck softly then moved to her shoulder, then her lips.
"I really don't think, at this rate, I'm going to learn very much about baseball." She murmured between kisses. She dropped the bat and turned in his arms.
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A/N: I know this is a random place to leave off at, but I *really* need to get some stuff done tonight (Standardized testing is inevitable on the road to college and I need to still sign up for my subject tests), so I thought I'd finish this chapter here. The next chapter should be up between now and next week…we'll see where I'm at with things…Also, please review! The button is right there (below)…yup, on the left. Click it. Great, thanks! :)