Title: Pillow Talk (Chapter seven of Tea and Sympathy)
Author: Gluglug
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Third Season, future fic based on spoilers
Rating: PG -13
Summary: The next morning...
A/N: Thanks for the kind feedback. I wasn't going to continue but I thought this needs some kind of epilogue. There will most likely be a chapter or two after this - but all good things have to come to an end.
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
"Beep Beep Beep"
Lorelai's Hello Kitty alarm clock woke her from a very pleasant dream. It was noon, and she realized she had slept later than she planned to for a Sunday. Rory was taking the bus back from Boston that evening and she had planned to clean the house before she got home. Luke's diner would only be serving brunch for another hour, she didn't think she'd make it in time.
Ah, Luke. He was the reason she had slept in. His tender kisses and their little mattress game last night gave her plenty of fodder for her dreams. Her snooze alarm kept interrupting her each time she got to a really good part, so she kept going back to sleep in an attempt to continue the dream. She decided that if she was ever going to get to those parts, she'd have to turn the dream into reality someday. As she showered, Lorelai thought of nothing but Luke. Needless to say, her shower lasted much longer than usual.
Lorelai got dressed in her usual Sunday winter outfit, a pair of fleece pants, long sleeve rhinestone t-shirt and matching zippered hoodie sweatshirt. She went down to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee and buttered toast.
As she sipped her coffee, she realized she was glad they hadn't slept together last night. It would've been too much, too soon. Lorelai was still surprised how overwhelmed she felt. Not just the desire, but the way her heart ached for him. Twenty four hours ago, if anyone told her that she was head over heels in love with Luke, she just would've paddled her way up the river Denial. But after her behavior last night on the date, and the kisses in his apartment, she had to admit that there was no turning back.
After her late breakfast, Lorelai opened her closet to get out the vacuum. But her mind wasn't on cleaning, she had to see Luke. She didn't want to wait until tomorrow morning, during the breakfast rush, where things might have a chance to get awkward between them. She wanted to maintain that intimacy before either one had the chance to retreat to their respective corners and try to explain away what had happened.
Lorelai glanced at her watch - it was just after one, perhaps she could catch him after the brunch customers had gone. She looked outside her front door and realized it had snowed overnight. Maybe an inch, not more - it coated her front lawn. She smiled to herself, snow always brought good things. She put on her coat and black Timberland work boots and headed out the door.
Luke had bought her the boots as a present for Christmas. It was kind of a joke, since she was always teasing him about his preference for lumberjack fashion. But she had fallen straight down on her butt in front of the diner in early December because her boots lacked traction. She remembered how embarrassed she was when he gave her an icepack to sit on. She joked that she was going to sue him, so he said he was going to buy her the boots to settle the matter. Luke, being true to his word, did.
She was still breaking them in and thought he might be pleased to see her wearing them. They weren't quite the style she was used to but they were practical and comfortable. As she approached the diner, she was surprised to see it closed. No Luke, no lingering customers. She hoped he hadn't gone fishing.
Lorelai walked around the back entrance and knocked on the door. She hadn't heard footsteps, so when the door opened, it startled her a little. There he was, dressed in his usual uniform, minus the baseball cap and work-boots, she looked at his feet and saw he was in his socks. Her eyes traveled back up to his scruffy face and she couldn't help but smile at him.
He smiled back. "Hey."
She suddenly felt shy. "Hey."
Luke was happy to see her, but hoped they weren't going to be re-enacting a scene from "Rory and Jess - the early years."
"Do you want to come in?"
"Sure."
She followed him upstairs. She then noticed his boots were by the door, she guessed they might've been wet with show. She was in his apartment for the second time in twenty four hours and there was that damn bed of his, tempting her. She noticed that Luke had a tape measure in his hand and had some blueprints on his kitchen table.
"Renovating again?"
"Um, I was thinking about putting up a temporary wall, so I'm taking some measurements and trying to figure out where would be the best place to put it. Once I figure it out, I'll arrange for my contractor to put it up, it shouldn't cost more than five hundred bucks."
"So you're putting up the wall, huh?"
"Well, sometimes Jess plays his music too loud, so it would be nice to have a buffer." He noticed the way she was looking at him and realized he didn't have to use Jess as an excuse anymore. "Oh yeah and for a little privacy, too."
"Good idea, I'm glad you took my suggestion seriously, it shows that you listen to me."
"I did say I was going to listen a lot more closely." He took a step closer and took Lorelai into his arms and gave her a gentle kiss hello.
Ah there it was, that kiss. Luke still tasted like peppermint and Lorelai was starting to get addicted. She pulled back first, relieved that the intimacy was still there. Now that they had the kiss out of the way, she hoped he would be in the mood to talk, so she sat down at the table.
"So did you take a day off, from the diner?"
"No, it was open for breakfast/brunch. Since it snowed last night, it was a little slow. I decided to close until dinner. Hey, did you want coffee?"
"No, I had some at home."
"I might still have a pot downstairs - decaf only."
"It's ok, I'll wait for my decaf detox tomorrow."
Luke came over to the table, pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
"So, what can I get you, Ms. Gilmore?"
Lorelai turned to him, she couldn't resist the tender way he was looking at her. "More of Luke?"
They started to kiss again, this time neither pulled back. They stood up and made their way towards the bed. Lorelai pulled Luke on top of her, she enjoyed feeling his weight bearing down on her. Their kisses grew more passionate as he started to unzip her sweatshirt. Lorelai put her hands under his flannel shirt and traced the muscles in his back over his thermal t-shirt.
Luke's eyes traveled the length of the woman beneath him, when he reached her feet, he realized Lorelai hadn't taken off her boots. He had a thing about shoes on the bed and noticed for the first time she was wearing the work boots he bought her for Christmas. He stopped kissing her long enough to say in a husky whisper, "I see you're wearing the boots I got you, would you mind taking them off?"
Lorelai giggled. "Why don't you take them off for me?"
Luke slowly undid the laces of her boots and slipped them off her left foot, then the right. Lorelai wondered if Luke had a foot fetish or something. He had after all, fixed her skates, her shoe at the dance and he ordered her bowling shoes last night. But he didn't linger at her feet and found his way up back to her mouth. She wondered what other pieces of clothing he was planning on removing.
Luke was kissing a trail down her neck and his right hand started to make its way under her t-shirt. Lorelai remembered she hadn't put on a bra today, laundry was another item on her to-do list that had gone out the window. She remembered the reason she came to see him - to talk about them, and how she was feeling. Making out with Luke was nice too, but she had a feeling if they continued, she wouldn't want to stop. She reached under her shirt and entwined the fingers of Luke's right hand with hers just before he got to second base.
His breath was ragged and a trace of disappointment crossed his face. "Are you ok?"
Her breath was also a little ragged. "I'm good, but I think we ought to stop right here. Luke, I'm enjoying this as much as you are but I didn't come here to fool around all afternoon."
He got off her and rolled onto his side of the bed. "Then why did you?" He hoped that didn't sound cross. "I mean, did you want to talk or something?"
Lorelai faced him on the bed. "Yeah, I want to talk." She took the pillow from behind her head and hugged it. "Pillow talk."
Luke rolled his eyes. "I'm not Rock Hudson and you're definitely not Doris Day."
"Well, I know you're not gay, and I'm definitely not a virgin."
"Are you sure? I thought Rory was the product of an immaculate conception."
Lorelai snorted. "Oh yeah, my child is the second coming of Jesus."
"Will you stop saying words like "coming", please?" Luke was still trying to calm himself after their make-out session.
"You always do that, you tell me not to say something and that only makes me want to say it even more." She paused. "But I understand where you're, ahem, coming from, so I'll stop."
Luke grabbed his pillow and hugged it, so he was mirroring Lorelai. "So what do you want to talk about, Doris?"
TBC...
Author: Gluglug
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Third Season, future fic based on spoilers
Rating: PG -13
Summary: The next morning...
A/N: Thanks for the kind feedback. I wasn't going to continue but I thought this needs some kind of epilogue. There will most likely be a chapter or two after this - but all good things have to come to an end.
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
"Beep Beep Beep"
Lorelai's Hello Kitty alarm clock woke her from a very pleasant dream. It was noon, and she realized she had slept later than she planned to for a Sunday. Rory was taking the bus back from Boston that evening and she had planned to clean the house before she got home. Luke's diner would only be serving brunch for another hour, she didn't think she'd make it in time.
Ah, Luke. He was the reason she had slept in. His tender kisses and their little mattress game last night gave her plenty of fodder for her dreams. Her snooze alarm kept interrupting her each time she got to a really good part, so she kept going back to sleep in an attempt to continue the dream. She decided that if she was ever going to get to those parts, she'd have to turn the dream into reality someday. As she showered, Lorelai thought of nothing but Luke. Needless to say, her shower lasted much longer than usual.
Lorelai got dressed in her usual Sunday winter outfit, a pair of fleece pants, long sleeve rhinestone t-shirt and matching zippered hoodie sweatshirt. She went down to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee and buttered toast.
As she sipped her coffee, she realized she was glad they hadn't slept together last night. It would've been too much, too soon. Lorelai was still surprised how overwhelmed she felt. Not just the desire, but the way her heart ached for him. Twenty four hours ago, if anyone told her that she was head over heels in love with Luke, she just would've paddled her way up the river Denial. But after her behavior last night on the date, and the kisses in his apartment, she had to admit that there was no turning back.
After her late breakfast, Lorelai opened her closet to get out the vacuum. But her mind wasn't on cleaning, she had to see Luke. She didn't want to wait until tomorrow morning, during the breakfast rush, where things might have a chance to get awkward between them. She wanted to maintain that intimacy before either one had the chance to retreat to their respective corners and try to explain away what had happened.
Lorelai glanced at her watch - it was just after one, perhaps she could catch him after the brunch customers had gone. She looked outside her front door and realized it had snowed overnight. Maybe an inch, not more - it coated her front lawn. She smiled to herself, snow always brought good things. She put on her coat and black Timberland work boots and headed out the door.
Luke had bought her the boots as a present for Christmas. It was kind of a joke, since she was always teasing him about his preference for lumberjack fashion. But she had fallen straight down on her butt in front of the diner in early December because her boots lacked traction. She remembered how embarrassed she was when he gave her an icepack to sit on. She joked that she was going to sue him, so he said he was going to buy her the boots to settle the matter. Luke, being true to his word, did.
She was still breaking them in and thought he might be pleased to see her wearing them. They weren't quite the style she was used to but they were practical and comfortable. As she approached the diner, she was surprised to see it closed. No Luke, no lingering customers. She hoped he hadn't gone fishing.
Lorelai walked around the back entrance and knocked on the door. She hadn't heard footsteps, so when the door opened, it startled her a little. There he was, dressed in his usual uniform, minus the baseball cap and work-boots, she looked at his feet and saw he was in his socks. Her eyes traveled back up to his scruffy face and she couldn't help but smile at him.
He smiled back. "Hey."
She suddenly felt shy. "Hey."
Luke was happy to see her, but hoped they weren't going to be re-enacting a scene from "Rory and Jess - the early years."
"Do you want to come in?"
"Sure."
She followed him upstairs. She then noticed his boots were by the door, she guessed they might've been wet with show. She was in his apartment for the second time in twenty four hours and there was that damn bed of his, tempting her. She noticed that Luke had a tape measure in his hand and had some blueprints on his kitchen table.
"Renovating again?"
"Um, I was thinking about putting up a temporary wall, so I'm taking some measurements and trying to figure out where would be the best place to put it. Once I figure it out, I'll arrange for my contractor to put it up, it shouldn't cost more than five hundred bucks."
"So you're putting up the wall, huh?"
"Well, sometimes Jess plays his music too loud, so it would be nice to have a buffer." He noticed the way she was looking at him and realized he didn't have to use Jess as an excuse anymore. "Oh yeah and for a little privacy, too."
"Good idea, I'm glad you took my suggestion seriously, it shows that you listen to me."
"I did say I was going to listen a lot more closely." He took a step closer and took Lorelai into his arms and gave her a gentle kiss hello.
Ah there it was, that kiss. Luke still tasted like peppermint and Lorelai was starting to get addicted. She pulled back first, relieved that the intimacy was still there. Now that they had the kiss out of the way, she hoped he would be in the mood to talk, so she sat down at the table.
"So did you take a day off, from the diner?"
"No, it was open for breakfast/brunch. Since it snowed last night, it was a little slow. I decided to close until dinner. Hey, did you want coffee?"
"No, I had some at home."
"I might still have a pot downstairs - decaf only."
"It's ok, I'll wait for my decaf detox tomorrow."
Luke came over to the table, pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
"So, what can I get you, Ms. Gilmore?"
Lorelai turned to him, she couldn't resist the tender way he was looking at her. "More of Luke?"
They started to kiss again, this time neither pulled back. They stood up and made their way towards the bed. Lorelai pulled Luke on top of her, she enjoyed feeling his weight bearing down on her. Their kisses grew more passionate as he started to unzip her sweatshirt. Lorelai put her hands under his flannel shirt and traced the muscles in his back over his thermal t-shirt.
Luke's eyes traveled the length of the woman beneath him, when he reached her feet, he realized Lorelai hadn't taken off her boots. He had a thing about shoes on the bed and noticed for the first time she was wearing the work boots he bought her for Christmas. He stopped kissing her long enough to say in a husky whisper, "I see you're wearing the boots I got you, would you mind taking them off?"
Lorelai giggled. "Why don't you take them off for me?"
Luke slowly undid the laces of her boots and slipped them off her left foot, then the right. Lorelai wondered if Luke had a foot fetish or something. He had after all, fixed her skates, her shoe at the dance and he ordered her bowling shoes last night. But he didn't linger at her feet and found his way up back to her mouth. She wondered what other pieces of clothing he was planning on removing.
Luke was kissing a trail down her neck and his right hand started to make its way under her t-shirt. Lorelai remembered she hadn't put on a bra today, laundry was another item on her to-do list that had gone out the window. She remembered the reason she came to see him - to talk about them, and how she was feeling. Making out with Luke was nice too, but she had a feeling if they continued, she wouldn't want to stop. She reached under her shirt and entwined the fingers of Luke's right hand with hers just before he got to second base.
His breath was ragged and a trace of disappointment crossed his face. "Are you ok?"
Her breath was also a little ragged. "I'm good, but I think we ought to stop right here. Luke, I'm enjoying this as much as you are but I didn't come here to fool around all afternoon."
He got off her and rolled onto his side of the bed. "Then why did you?" He hoped that didn't sound cross. "I mean, did you want to talk or something?"
Lorelai faced him on the bed. "Yeah, I want to talk." She took the pillow from behind her head and hugged it. "Pillow talk."
Luke rolled his eyes. "I'm not Rock Hudson and you're definitely not Doris Day."
"Well, I know you're not gay, and I'm definitely not a virgin."
"Are you sure? I thought Rory was the product of an immaculate conception."
Lorelai snorted. "Oh yeah, my child is the second coming of Jesus."
"Will you stop saying words like "coming", please?" Luke was still trying to calm himself after their make-out session.
"You always do that, you tell me not to say something and that only makes me want to say it even more." She paused. "But I understand where you're, ahem, coming from, so I'll stop."
Luke grabbed his pillow and hugged it, so he was mirroring Lorelai. "So what do you want to talk about, Doris?"
TBC...