Title: Luke Appreciation
Rated: PG
A/N: No real timeline, just something I thought Lorelai might do at some point.
Lorelai rolled over onto her back and stretched languidly. Inhaling deeply, she squinted as her eyes adjusted to the warm sunlight wandering in through the open window. With a soft smile she gazed at the man next to her and realized that he was still asleep.
It's very rare that one has the opportunity to stare openly at someone else and she seized this particular opportunity with relish. To appreciate what lay before her was something that she felt needed to be done. The blanket had long ago fallen to the floor and the tangled sheet lay twisted around his waist. As she studied his form, she propped her head up on one hand and considered his flat stomach and inny belly button. The skin was smooth and tan and the long fingers that rested in sleep atop his belly seemed very much at peace. From his naval her eyes followed the line of coarse hair as it drifted upward and dove-tailed in the middle of his rib cage into the sparse curls that sprinkled his chest. She wished he were awake so that she could touch him but she'd kept him up most of the previous night and he was probably exhausted so she simply gazed with appreciation at the firm muscles that rose and fell with each breath of air.
From his wonderful chest, she let her eyes amble along the length of one graceful collarbone and noticed a tiny mole on his left shoulder before moving up the path of his throat to the thick matte of stubble on his jaw. With great concentration she leaned in and really appreciated how manly it made him look. As if he were capable of leaping tall buildings in a single bound. His jaw led her directly to his mouth where she allowed her eyes to fully take in the fullness, the softness, the color, and the way his lips were just barely parted to allow for breathing. She blushed as she recalled what that mouth had done to her the night before.
Dropping her eyes and then lifting them again she saw that his nose was perfectly straight and that the bridge led up to two beautifully arched eyebrows. Beneath the perfect eyebrows each of his eyelids ended with a soft dusting of lashes that just barely touched the lines under his eyes. Laugh lines and worry lines alike lent character to his tranquil features. His forehead, too, carried the evidence of his life. Growing up too quickly with the death of his parents, owning his own business, a bad marriage and all the other things that had brought him to this point could be traced in the lines on his now-smooth brow.
Inhaling his scent, she leaned in very close and knew it wasn't cologne or shampoo that she smelled – it was him. She wished she could describe it but there was nothing she could say to illustrate how delectable he smelled, how absolutely intoxicated she felt whenever she was near enough for her nose to grasp just a trace of him.
Leaning back she saw his eyebrows lift and his mouth open to take in a deeper breath as he began to wake up.
Gently, Lorelai put the pad of her first finger to his bottom lip and glided it from corner to corner. He opened his eyes and she could finally appreciate the dark blue of his irises. She'd never met anyone with eyes as blue as her own until she'd met him. They were so blue she could feel herself getting lost in them and knew she was in trouble.
He smiled sleepily as she traced a line from his mouth to his chin and along his jaw to his ear where she caught the lobe in two fingers and tugged gently.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hey."