That Certain Something
Chapter 4: An Exception to Every Rule
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. Lorelai told Rory about her and Luke's first kiss and Luke and Lorelai went on their first date. Also, in at least this chapter, Jess does not yet exist. If you want Jess, read my other fan fic: "Those Three Little Words."
Disclaimer: Still have no rights to anyone/anything whatsoever…
A/N: Thanks again for the reviews! I love reading them! :) This chapter has an R rating because I get somewhat in detail with a scene of Luke and Lorelai rendezvousing, but it's not quite NC-17 (It's as graphic as a fiction novel typically gets. In a bookstore, if this was a book, it would be placed with Fiction rather than Romance—it is *not* Danielle Steel kind of graphic). Also, I don't believe in love at first sight, but it's in here, more for effect than anything.
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Luke and Lorelai walked back towards the diner. Luke had given up trying to teach her how to play softball, especially since she learned that whenever she "forgot" how to use the bat Luke would "help" her by showing her how to hold it. Then she would always sneak a kiss and eventually they just decided to give up on it all together.
As they walked, Lorelai looped her arm through his and sort of leaned against his shoulder. He smiled. "Tired?"
"Me? Never. I drink too much coffee to ever get tired." She yawned.
"Do you think Rory would be okay with you spending the night at my apartment?" Luke smirked.
"Luke!" She playfully slapped his arm and looked at him in mock surprise. "I am not someone who sleeps with their date the first time they go out." They reached the door and Luke unlinked their arms so he could unlock it. His face, as she spoke, had turned a bright red that was now slowly fading. When they got inside and he had re-locked the door, she quietly said, "No, I don't think that Rory would mind." She moved closer to him and kissed the edge of his mouth.
"I thought you—" She interrupted him by gently kissing his bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him so he could kiss her fully.
"We've known each other for like ten years. You serve me coffee every day. And though that is my rule and this is, technically, our first date, I think the exception applies."
"Really?" He asked, grinning again. She nodded and kissed him, passionately. "You're serious?"
"Yes, Burger Boy. I wouldn't lie to you unless I gained something by doing so." He kissed the side of her neck as she spoke and she smiled, letting a moan escape from her lips.
Luke pulled away from her and, holding her hand, made his way up the stairs. She smiled as they walked towards his bedroom. Within a moment of entering, he pulled her into another embrace.
"Hmm…" she smiled, kissing his skin. His hands slid beneath her dress.
"Did I tell you already that you look beautiful tonight?" He asked, moving just far enough away to see her face.
"Not in the last half hour, no."
"Then let me make that clear. You look beautiful."
"So do you. Handsome, I mean."
He searched her eyes. "I love your eyes." Her smile grew and she kissed him.
"Enough idle chat." He ravaged her mouth with his, letting his tongue slowly cross the threshold of her lips. She moaned again as he moved her hair away from her neck with one hand and slowly unzipped her dress with the other. She moved to step out of it as it fell around her ankles and she reached for his shirt. She slid one hand into his open collar, letting her hand touch his bare chest. She moved her hand across his shoulder and across the back of his neck. He kissed the spot where her neck met her jaw. The buttons of his shirt slowly popped open as she moved her hand back to his chest and let it travel across the front of his body, down his stomach, ending where the waist of his pants began. She then removed that article of clothing, tossing it to the floor by her now-crumpled dress and high-heeled shoes.
"I love you," Luke murmured into her hair and neck after a while. "I think I've loved you since the moment you first walked into the diner."
She drew so she could see him clearly. She didn't answer him, and he was momentarily stung by her silence. And then he sensed that she was trying to speak, but couldn't. He raised his hand to the slip she was still wearing and gently let his fingers travel the curve of her side, her rib cage to her leg. Suddenly, nervousness sunk in. He hadn't been with a woman since Rachel and there was this odd sensation that he began to feel—a mix of fear, almost, and happiness. This was Lorelai. He knew her. He loved her. He knew that them being together was right. He knew that she was happy to, he could tell from her eyes, the eyes the moment he'd seen he'd fallen in love with.
"Lorelai?" He asked. She still hadn't responded. "Say something. Anything."
Lorelai recalled her mother's words from Rory's birthday party. The way, Emily had said, Luke looked at Lorelai like she was going to give him a lap dance and how Emily thought that Lorelai entertained herself with the same idea. She smiled. She should have known at that moment what had been staring her right in the face for so long.
"What?" He asked when she smiled.
"I just don't know what to say. I mean, I could go all 'Friends' and be like Emily to Ross and say 'Thank You,' but that wasn't really appropriate then and isn't really appropriate now, I don't think."
"Probably not."
"I—God, Luke, I…" she stuttered. "I—"
Luke touched her mouth with his fingertip. "You don't have to say anything. I guess I just wanted you to know." His voice was less than a whisper and he lowered his lips to the skin of her throat. He rested his face there, inhaling her scent, one that reminded him of roses in the spring after it rained, and she hugged him to her.
Her mind drifted to what Sookie had told her. Luke *was* in love with her. She knew, somewhere deep inside, that he had that *something* Max and Christopher had been missing that had kept her from finally ending up with one of them.
"Luke?"
"Hmm?" He kissed a trail from her neck to her cheek, to her lips, and finally to her forehead where he stopped to let her speak.
"You were the reason I didn't marry Max."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"My mom said that there was something between you and I. I didn't want to risk never giving *us* a chance." She kissed the corner of his mouth. "She said she didn't want me to make a mistake. I would have if I had married him.
"Luke," she continued. "You're the one for me. You're the one I'm supposed to marry, to have children with, to grow old with, the man who makes me happier than I've ever been before. It was you all along, wasn't it?"
He smiled. "I guess so."
"I love you." She said, finally. Lorelai didn't know the last time she'd said those words to a man and actually meant them. Sure, she believed that she meant them when she'd said them to Max, but now she knew that there was something else, something Luke had that no other man would have. To think, all along that certain *something* was right there.
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A/N: The End! I hope you enjoyed it. And now I'm going to plug my other fanfics so you can read more about Luke and Lorelai (they are definitely *the* best couple on the show, in my opinion, if you couldn't tell by the fan fics I write). Check out: "Those Three Little Words" (spoiler story through the Season II finale) and "Don't Go Away" (a sad story of angst and realization). And review!!
Chapter 4: An Exception to Every Rule
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. Lorelai told Rory about her and Luke's first kiss and Luke and Lorelai went on their first date. Also, in at least this chapter, Jess does not yet exist. If you want Jess, read my other fan fic: "Those Three Little Words."
Disclaimer: Still have no rights to anyone/anything whatsoever…
A/N: Thanks again for the reviews! I love reading them! :) This chapter has an R rating because I get somewhat in detail with a scene of Luke and Lorelai rendezvousing, but it's not quite NC-17 (It's as graphic as a fiction novel typically gets. In a bookstore, if this was a book, it would be placed with Fiction rather than Romance—it is *not* Danielle Steel kind of graphic). Also, I don't believe in love at first sight, but it's in here, more for effect than anything.
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Luke and Lorelai walked back towards the diner. Luke had given up trying to teach her how to play softball, especially since she learned that whenever she "forgot" how to use the bat Luke would "help" her by showing her how to hold it. Then she would always sneak a kiss and eventually they just decided to give up on it all together.
As they walked, Lorelai looped her arm through his and sort of leaned against his shoulder. He smiled. "Tired?"
"Me? Never. I drink too much coffee to ever get tired." She yawned.
"Do you think Rory would be okay with you spending the night at my apartment?" Luke smirked.
"Luke!" She playfully slapped his arm and looked at him in mock surprise. "I am not someone who sleeps with their date the first time they go out." They reached the door and Luke unlinked their arms so he could unlock it. His face, as she spoke, had turned a bright red that was now slowly fading. When they got inside and he had re-locked the door, she quietly said, "No, I don't think that Rory would mind." She moved closer to him and kissed the edge of his mouth.
"I thought you—" She interrupted him by gently kissing his bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him so he could kiss her fully.
"We've known each other for like ten years. You serve me coffee every day. And though that is my rule and this is, technically, our first date, I think the exception applies."
"Really?" He asked, grinning again. She nodded and kissed him, passionately. "You're serious?"
"Yes, Burger Boy. I wouldn't lie to you unless I gained something by doing so." He kissed the side of her neck as she spoke and she smiled, letting a moan escape from her lips.
Luke pulled away from her and, holding her hand, made his way up the stairs. She smiled as they walked towards his bedroom. Within a moment of entering, he pulled her into another embrace.
"Hmm…" she smiled, kissing his skin. His hands slid beneath her dress.
"Did I tell you already that you look beautiful tonight?" He asked, moving just far enough away to see her face.
"Not in the last half hour, no."
"Then let me make that clear. You look beautiful."
"So do you. Handsome, I mean."
He searched her eyes. "I love your eyes." Her smile grew and she kissed him.
"Enough idle chat." He ravaged her mouth with his, letting his tongue slowly cross the threshold of her lips. She moaned again as he moved her hair away from her neck with one hand and slowly unzipped her dress with the other. She moved to step out of it as it fell around her ankles and she reached for his shirt. She slid one hand into his open collar, letting her hand touch his bare chest. She moved her hand across his shoulder and across the back of his neck. He kissed the spot where her neck met her jaw. The buttons of his shirt slowly popped open as she moved her hand back to his chest and let it travel across the front of his body, down his stomach, ending where the waist of his pants began. She then removed that article of clothing, tossing it to the floor by her now-crumpled dress and high-heeled shoes.
"I love you," Luke murmured into her hair and neck after a while. "I think I've loved you since the moment you first walked into the diner."
She drew so she could see him clearly. She didn't answer him, and he was momentarily stung by her silence. And then he sensed that she was trying to speak, but couldn't. He raised his hand to the slip she was still wearing and gently let his fingers travel the curve of her side, her rib cage to her leg. Suddenly, nervousness sunk in. He hadn't been with a woman since Rachel and there was this odd sensation that he began to feel—a mix of fear, almost, and happiness. This was Lorelai. He knew her. He loved her. He knew that them being together was right. He knew that she was happy to, he could tell from her eyes, the eyes the moment he'd seen he'd fallen in love with.
"Lorelai?" He asked. She still hadn't responded. "Say something. Anything."
Lorelai recalled her mother's words from Rory's birthday party. The way, Emily had said, Luke looked at Lorelai like she was going to give him a lap dance and how Emily thought that Lorelai entertained herself with the same idea. She smiled. She should have known at that moment what had been staring her right in the face for so long.
"What?" He asked when she smiled.
"I just don't know what to say. I mean, I could go all 'Friends' and be like Emily to Ross and say 'Thank You,' but that wasn't really appropriate then and isn't really appropriate now, I don't think."
"Probably not."
"I—God, Luke, I…" she stuttered. "I—"
Luke touched her mouth with his fingertip. "You don't have to say anything. I guess I just wanted you to know." His voice was less than a whisper and he lowered his lips to the skin of her throat. He rested his face there, inhaling her scent, one that reminded him of roses in the spring after it rained, and she hugged him to her.
Her mind drifted to what Sookie had told her. Luke *was* in love with her. She knew, somewhere deep inside, that he had that *something* Max and Christopher had been missing that had kept her from finally ending up with one of them.
"Luke?"
"Hmm?" He kissed a trail from her neck to her cheek, to her lips, and finally to her forehead where he stopped to let her speak.
"You were the reason I didn't marry Max."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"My mom said that there was something between you and I. I didn't want to risk never giving *us* a chance." She kissed the corner of his mouth. "She said she didn't want me to make a mistake. I would have if I had married him.
"Luke," she continued. "You're the one for me. You're the one I'm supposed to marry, to have children with, to grow old with, the man who makes me happier than I've ever been before. It was you all along, wasn't it?"
He smiled. "I guess so."
"I love you." She said, finally. Lorelai didn't know the last time she'd said those words to a man and actually meant them. Sure, she believed that she meant them when she'd said them to Max, but now she knew that there was something else, something Luke had that no other man would have. To think, all along that certain *something* was right there.
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A/N: The End! I hope you enjoyed it. And now I'm going to plug my other fanfics so you can read more about Luke and Lorelai (they are definitely *the* best couple on the show, in my opinion, if you couldn't tell by the fan fics I write). Check out: "Those Three Little Words" (spoiler story through the Season II finale) and "Don't Go Away" (a sad story of angst and realization). And review!!