TWELVE : You Can Flip My Burgers Any Day, Mr. Danes
A/N: Thank you to those of you who actually sent me some very nice pictures of Luke. There weren't any naughty ones, unfortunately, except one that came from a certain person who will remain anonymous. You know who you are - it's kinda disturbing when you cut and paste Scott Patterson's head on Justin Timberlake's shirtless body so stop doing that. Thank you. Love, peace, hope, faith, charity! Woo!
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"Hey," Rory walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. Lorelai was opening the refrigerator and rifling through it. "Enjoying your party so far?"
"Uh-huh, loads," said Lorelai, closing the refrigerator door. "Couldn't ask for a better party. Thanks."
"Oh, Babette and Miss Patty did most of the planning," Rory walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, "I just stood around and said things like 'um' and 'okay'. I was invaluable to the decision making process. What are you looking for?"
"Ah, just for some water," Lorelai said, "Playing Pictionary with Luke is thirsty work."
"So I noticed," Rory drummed her fingers on the table, "Though I think you guys would probably have received a score higher than 4 if you didn't yell out everything that comes into your mind."
"I can't help it," said Lorelai, "His drawings suck. Don't tell him that though, it'd hurt his precious ego."
"Okay," Rory took out the small, wrapped present she had kept hidden from Lorelai. "Hey, I want to give you something."
"Aww, a present," said Lorelai, walking to the table and sitting down. She picked it up and examined it. "How sweet! You could have given it to me later. We're opening the presents after Pictionary, remember?"
"Yeah, but I just remembered that I can't stay for long," said Rory, "I'm going to be spending the night at Lane's. Her mother wouldn't let her go to your engagement party since she said it would be a gathering of sin, so we told her we were going for a movie. Lane somehow thought it'd be more convincing if I came home with her and spent the night."
"I don't see how that's more convincing."
"You know Kim logic."
"Ah, yes," Lorelai said. She shook her present. "Hmm. Not very shakable. Can I open it now?"
"Go ahead."
Lorelai tore through the wrapping paper like a psychopath. It fell away to reveal a beautiful, silver photo frame. "Aw, it's so pretty."
Inside the frame was a picture of Luke and Lorelai sitting on a bench and talking. It was the same one that Rachel took. "It's kinda lame, I know," Rory said, "But I didn't know what was the traditional gift a daughter should give to her mother on her fake engagement. So I dug through our photo album, and I thought this one looked pretty nice - "
"I love it," Lorelai reached over and hugged Rory. "You're a great kid."
"Thank you. I am one of a kind," said Rory getting up. "Lane and I better get going, or her mom's going to think we were seduced by the devil. Enjoy the rest of your party."
"Oh, wait," Lorelai got up as well, "What's Sookie going to think if you walk out on her Pictionary game half way? She'll go crazy."
"Nah, I already told her. She's handling it surprisingly well, though."
Sookie rushed into the kitchen. "Lorelai, hurry up, it's your turn. Final round! You and Luke are still in this. You only have to correctly guess sixty-four answers in a minute and you'll tie for third place."
"Well, I'm drawing this round," said Lorelai, "So I think we'll do better."
"Oh, but Luke's no good at guessing," said Rory. "I mean, he hardly speaks, so I really don't think he's going to be good at making multiple guesses."
"We'll think of something," said Lorelai, "I'm not going down without a fight."
FIVE MINUTES LATER
"And okay. Taylor and Kirk, you guys are in first place with one hundred and twenty four. Miss Patty and Babette, you're second. Rory and I are in third with seventy three, but only because Rory ditched me halfway," said Sookie, "And Lorelai and Luke, you have a grand total of nine, which means you're fourth."
"You mean last," said Luke. "Just say it."
"Okay," Sookie announced, "Lorelai and Luke are last."
"Can we just open the presents so I can go home?" Luke said.
"My favorite part of the party," said Kirk. "Present openings tend to be very suspenseful."
"Open ours first," Miss Patty shoved a small package into Lorelai's hands. "Babette and I bought this from a nice little shop in Hartford. Open it."
"Aw, there's a card and everything," Lorelai picked up the card and read it out loud. " 'To Lorelai and Luke – We Told You So. Love, Patty and Babette.' How sweet."
"Consider me hyperglycemic," Luke said. "Open the present."
"You're so grumpy," said Lorelai, patting his arm. She began unwrapping the present.
"We got you something we think the both of you will enjoy," said Babette.
"How thoughtful," said Lorelai. She opened the box and took out what appeared to be a rather see-through piece of lingerie. "Oooh, sexy. Luke, look what Miss Patty and Babette got us."
Luke looked and for a moment his mind was too preoccupied with wondering what Lorelai would look like in it. He snapped out of it and managed to mumble an almost coherent reply: "Um. Yeah."
"Aw, he's just shy," said Lorelai, who was enjoying this immensely. "But I think he'll be more appreciative of the present later tonight. Wink, wink."
"Oh, doll, you're so bad," Babette laughed.
"Thank you so much," said Lorelai. She put her arm around Luke. "We love it. Don't we Lukey? Yes, Lukey likes his present."
"Um," Luke blushed. "Can we just open the other presents now?"
"His face is all red," said Lorelai, stroking his cheek. She was pushing it, she knew, but she was having way too much fun to stop anyway. "Lukey, don't be embarrassed. I'll model Miss Patty and Babette's gift for you later, if it'll cheer you up."
Luke gently brushed her hand off his face. "Stop that."
Lorelai turned to the rest of the party guests. "He says that now, but in the bedroom he's all 'do this' and 'do that'." Everyone chuckled at her statement, which made Luke's face turn a deeper shade of red, if it were at all possible.
"Just open the rest of the presents," Luke mumbled, already embarrassed half to death.
"I love it when you order me around," said Lorelai. "It's so sexy."
"Just open the damn presents."
*
"Thank you again," Lorelai called out as the last of the party guests walked out into the lawn. "I had a great time. And really nice presents, too!" She closed the door.
"You know," said Luke, picking up some of the pieces of wrapping paper that had fallen off the table, " I don't even know why I'm offering to help you clean up this mess. After that stunt you pulled, I should just let you clean up on your own."
"You're doing it because you lovvve me and you find me very preeety," said Lorelai. "And besides, the townspeople will think you're a pretty crappy boyfriend if you didn't help me."
"Well, they're pretty crappy people for throwing a party in *your* house and then leaving you to clean it up."
"I told them to leave," said Lorelai, "I said 'Go, be free.' You know, like Gandhi."
"Gandhi never said that."
"Well, I'm as hungry as he was," said Lorelai, walking into the kitchen, "So it's about the same. You want something to eat?"
"Are you kidding me? You stuffed your face like a pig at the party."
"That's not a very nice thing to say."
"Well, you weren't particularly nice to me, either," said Luke. He balled up the remnant pieces of wrapping paper and threw them into a nearby waste paper basket.
"You're not going to hold a grudge against me, are you? It's all in good fun."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Hey, Luke, come here," Lorelai called out from the kitchen. Luke went to her, and found her holding the photo frame Rory had given her earlier. "I forgot to show you what Rory gave us for our engagement."
He walked over to her and took the frame. He looked at the picture inside. "This is the picture that…"
"Yup," said Lorelai. "Looks good, huh."
"Uh-huh."
"I've got to hand it to Rory," said Lorelai, "She may suck at organized sports, but she's a really good gift giver. I think this is the best present ever."
"Yeah, it's nice."
"But not as nice as Miss Patty's present?" Lorelai asked her question in a teasing tone.
"Will you please drop that?"
"Hah, you should have seen yourself," said Lorelai, "You were like all 'um' and 'erm' and 'yeah'. And your face was red. Like an apple. A very red apple. Like a sunset. Like a -"
"Okay, I got the imagery."
"Touchy," said Lorelai. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the lingerie Miss Patty and Babette had given to them. "Oh, look what just happens to be in my pocket."
"Well, put it back in your pocket."
"Oh, you're sexy when you're commanding," Lorelai said in a high-pitched voice, waving the lingerie in the air, "You're so dreamy! You can flip my burgers any day, Mr. Danes!"
"Stop that." He held grabbed her arms and forcibly pushed them down to her sides to stop her from flailing them about.
"You're so strong," said Lorelai, still in her falsetto voice, "You must work out every day."
"Believe me, every day with you like is a work out."
"Because you sweat and pant a lot? Dirty."
"No," said Luke, "Because it's very tiring."
"Naughty."
"Stop that."
"Make me."
"I am," Luke said. They both realized that he still held her arms by her side, and that somehow in the space of five seconds they had managed to edge closer to each other, till their faces were only inches apart.
"Well, you're… not doing a very good job," said Lorelai. She was confused. There was a multitude of feelings racing through her brain, and right now she was no longer sure which were good feelings and which were wrong feelings.
Luke felt his pulse racing. He knew that if he just let her go, it would be over. He could step away, and then there wouldn't be this … awkward moment that they were having right now.
But he didn't want to let go. He didn't want to step away. He liked being close to her, feeling her breath against his neck.
He leaned towards her, at the same time she leaned towards him. Their lips met, and as they shared their first kiss, he loosened his grip on her hands. In response, she threw her hands around his neck, and he placed his on the small of her back.
And they just stood there.
Kissing.
Touching.
It took them a while, but they finally pulled apart. They stared at each other awkwardly, each unsure of what the other was thinking, and each unsure of what they were to do next.
"So. Erm," Luke put his hands behind his head nervously. The kiss was fantastic; it was more than he could ever imagined. If he had died this moment, he would be the happiest man alive, but right now all he wanted to do was get away from her… there were too many feelings, too many emotions, and he didn't know how to handle them. He looked around. "I guess, the place looks cleaned up. So … I… erm, better go. Erm, back."
"Oh, sure, that's a good idea," said Lorelai. She knew that things were getting weird, and she needed time to think. "Thanks."
"Yeah. No problem," said Luke. He gave Lorelai one last glance as he walked out the kitchen.
Now, she thought, as watched him go, things are going to get really complicated.
*
to be continued!
No smart ass "Next Time On…" because I've run out of ideas. Instead I will write a beautiful haiku:
Winter is quite cold.
Tobogganing we will go.
Yeah, that's a cool word.
Don't forget to post your review on my fic, and on my beautiful haiku. Ciao. Till next time.
A/N: Thank you to those of you who actually sent me some very nice pictures of Luke. There weren't any naughty ones, unfortunately, except one that came from a certain person who will remain anonymous. You know who you are - it's kinda disturbing when you cut and paste Scott Patterson's head on Justin Timberlake's shirtless body so stop doing that. Thank you. Love, peace, hope, faith, charity! Woo!
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"Hey," Rory walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. Lorelai was opening the refrigerator and rifling through it. "Enjoying your party so far?"
"Uh-huh, loads," said Lorelai, closing the refrigerator door. "Couldn't ask for a better party. Thanks."
"Oh, Babette and Miss Patty did most of the planning," Rory walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, "I just stood around and said things like 'um' and 'okay'. I was invaluable to the decision making process. What are you looking for?"
"Ah, just for some water," Lorelai said, "Playing Pictionary with Luke is thirsty work."
"So I noticed," Rory drummed her fingers on the table, "Though I think you guys would probably have received a score higher than 4 if you didn't yell out everything that comes into your mind."
"I can't help it," said Lorelai, "His drawings suck. Don't tell him that though, it'd hurt his precious ego."
"Okay," Rory took out the small, wrapped present she had kept hidden from Lorelai. "Hey, I want to give you something."
"Aww, a present," said Lorelai, walking to the table and sitting down. She picked it up and examined it. "How sweet! You could have given it to me later. We're opening the presents after Pictionary, remember?"
"Yeah, but I just remembered that I can't stay for long," said Rory, "I'm going to be spending the night at Lane's. Her mother wouldn't let her go to your engagement party since she said it would be a gathering of sin, so we told her we were going for a movie. Lane somehow thought it'd be more convincing if I came home with her and spent the night."
"I don't see how that's more convincing."
"You know Kim logic."
"Ah, yes," Lorelai said. She shook her present. "Hmm. Not very shakable. Can I open it now?"
"Go ahead."
Lorelai tore through the wrapping paper like a psychopath. It fell away to reveal a beautiful, silver photo frame. "Aw, it's so pretty."
Inside the frame was a picture of Luke and Lorelai sitting on a bench and talking. It was the same one that Rachel took. "It's kinda lame, I know," Rory said, "But I didn't know what was the traditional gift a daughter should give to her mother on her fake engagement. So I dug through our photo album, and I thought this one looked pretty nice - "
"I love it," Lorelai reached over and hugged Rory. "You're a great kid."
"Thank you. I am one of a kind," said Rory getting up. "Lane and I better get going, or her mom's going to think we were seduced by the devil. Enjoy the rest of your party."
"Oh, wait," Lorelai got up as well, "What's Sookie going to think if you walk out on her Pictionary game half way? She'll go crazy."
"Nah, I already told her. She's handling it surprisingly well, though."
Sookie rushed into the kitchen. "Lorelai, hurry up, it's your turn. Final round! You and Luke are still in this. You only have to correctly guess sixty-four answers in a minute and you'll tie for third place."
"Well, I'm drawing this round," said Lorelai, "So I think we'll do better."
"Oh, but Luke's no good at guessing," said Rory. "I mean, he hardly speaks, so I really don't think he's going to be good at making multiple guesses."
"We'll think of something," said Lorelai, "I'm not going down without a fight."
FIVE MINUTES LATER
"And okay. Taylor and Kirk, you guys are in first place with one hundred and twenty four. Miss Patty and Babette, you're second. Rory and I are in third with seventy three, but only because Rory ditched me halfway," said Sookie, "And Lorelai and Luke, you have a grand total of nine, which means you're fourth."
"You mean last," said Luke. "Just say it."
"Okay," Sookie announced, "Lorelai and Luke are last."
"Can we just open the presents so I can go home?" Luke said.
"My favorite part of the party," said Kirk. "Present openings tend to be very suspenseful."
"Open ours first," Miss Patty shoved a small package into Lorelai's hands. "Babette and I bought this from a nice little shop in Hartford. Open it."
"Aw, there's a card and everything," Lorelai picked up the card and read it out loud. " 'To Lorelai and Luke – We Told You So. Love, Patty and Babette.' How sweet."
"Consider me hyperglycemic," Luke said. "Open the present."
"You're so grumpy," said Lorelai, patting his arm. She began unwrapping the present.
"We got you something we think the both of you will enjoy," said Babette.
"How thoughtful," said Lorelai. She opened the box and took out what appeared to be a rather see-through piece of lingerie. "Oooh, sexy. Luke, look what Miss Patty and Babette got us."
Luke looked and for a moment his mind was too preoccupied with wondering what Lorelai would look like in it. He snapped out of it and managed to mumble an almost coherent reply: "Um. Yeah."
"Aw, he's just shy," said Lorelai, who was enjoying this immensely. "But I think he'll be more appreciative of the present later tonight. Wink, wink."
"Oh, doll, you're so bad," Babette laughed.
"Thank you so much," said Lorelai. She put her arm around Luke. "We love it. Don't we Lukey? Yes, Lukey likes his present."
"Um," Luke blushed. "Can we just open the other presents now?"
"His face is all red," said Lorelai, stroking his cheek. She was pushing it, she knew, but she was having way too much fun to stop anyway. "Lukey, don't be embarrassed. I'll model Miss Patty and Babette's gift for you later, if it'll cheer you up."
Luke gently brushed her hand off his face. "Stop that."
Lorelai turned to the rest of the party guests. "He says that now, but in the bedroom he's all 'do this' and 'do that'." Everyone chuckled at her statement, which made Luke's face turn a deeper shade of red, if it were at all possible.
"Just open the rest of the presents," Luke mumbled, already embarrassed half to death.
"I love it when you order me around," said Lorelai. "It's so sexy."
"Just open the damn presents."
*
"Thank you again," Lorelai called out as the last of the party guests walked out into the lawn. "I had a great time. And really nice presents, too!" She closed the door.
"You know," said Luke, picking up some of the pieces of wrapping paper that had fallen off the table, " I don't even know why I'm offering to help you clean up this mess. After that stunt you pulled, I should just let you clean up on your own."
"You're doing it because you lovvve me and you find me very preeety," said Lorelai. "And besides, the townspeople will think you're a pretty crappy boyfriend if you didn't help me."
"Well, they're pretty crappy people for throwing a party in *your* house and then leaving you to clean it up."
"I told them to leave," said Lorelai, "I said 'Go, be free.' You know, like Gandhi."
"Gandhi never said that."
"Well, I'm as hungry as he was," said Lorelai, walking into the kitchen, "So it's about the same. You want something to eat?"
"Are you kidding me? You stuffed your face like a pig at the party."
"That's not a very nice thing to say."
"Well, you weren't particularly nice to me, either," said Luke. He balled up the remnant pieces of wrapping paper and threw them into a nearby waste paper basket.
"You're not going to hold a grudge against me, are you? It's all in good fun."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Hey, Luke, come here," Lorelai called out from the kitchen. Luke went to her, and found her holding the photo frame Rory had given her earlier. "I forgot to show you what Rory gave us for our engagement."
He walked over to her and took the frame. He looked at the picture inside. "This is the picture that…"
"Yup," said Lorelai. "Looks good, huh."
"Uh-huh."
"I've got to hand it to Rory," said Lorelai, "She may suck at organized sports, but she's a really good gift giver. I think this is the best present ever."
"Yeah, it's nice."
"But not as nice as Miss Patty's present?" Lorelai asked her question in a teasing tone.
"Will you please drop that?"
"Hah, you should have seen yourself," said Lorelai, "You were like all 'um' and 'erm' and 'yeah'. And your face was red. Like an apple. A very red apple. Like a sunset. Like a -"
"Okay, I got the imagery."
"Touchy," said Lorelai. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the lingerie Miss Patty and Babette had given to them. "Oh, look what just happens to be in my pocket."
"Well, put it back in your pocket."
"Oh, you're sexy when you're commanding," Lorelai said in a high-pitched voice, waving the lingerie in the air, "You're so dreamy! You can flip my burgers any day, Mr. Danes!"
"Stop that." He held grabbed her arms and forcibly pushed them down to her sides to stop her from flailing them about.
"You're so strong," said Lorelai, still in her falsetto voice, "You must work out every day."
"Believe me, every day with you like is a work out."
"Because you sweat and pant a lot? Dirty."
"No," said Luke, "Because it's very tiring."
"Naughty."
"Stop that."
"Make me."
"I am," Luke said. They both realized that he still held her arms by her side, and that somehow in the space of five seconds they had managed to edge closer to each other, till their faces were only inches apart.
"Well, you're… not doing a very good job," said Lorelai. She was confused. There was a multitude of feelings racing through her brain, and right now she was no longer sure which were good feelings and which were wrong feelings.
Luke felt his pulse racing. He knew that if he just let her go, it would be over. He could step away, and then there wouldn't be this … awkward moment that they were having right now.
But he didn't want to let go. He didn't want to step away. He liked being close to her, feeling her breath against his neck.
He leaned towards her, at the same time she leaned towards him. Their lips met, and as they shared their first kiss, he loosened his grip on her hands. In response, she threw her hands around his neck, and he placed his on the small of her back.
And they just stood there.
Kissing.
Touching.
It took them a while, but they finally pulled apart. They stared at each other awkwardly, each unsure of what the other was thinking, and each unsure of what they were to do next.
"So. Erm," Luke put his hands behind his head nervously. The kiss was fantastic; it was more than he could ever imagined. If he had died this moment, he would be the happiest man alive, but right now all he wanted to do was get away from her… there were too many feelings, too many emotions, and he didn't know how to handle them. He looked around. "I guess, the place looks cleaned up. So … I… erm, better go. Erm, back."
"Oh, sure, that's a good idea," said Lorelai. She knew that things were getting weird, and she needed time to think. "Thanks."
"Yeah. No problem," said Luke. He gave Lorelai one last glance as he walked out the kitchen.
Now, she thought, as watched him go, things are going to get really complicated.
*
to be continued!
No smart ass "Next Time On…" because I've run out of ideas. Instead I will write a beautiful haiku:
Winter is quite cold.
Tobogganing we will go.
Yeah, that's a cool word.
Don't forget to post your review on my fic, and on my beautiful haiku. Ciao. Till next time.
