Ok, here we go. Another chapter, but finally it is out of the crying/weeping stage. I promise I will try to keep the tears to a minimum. Even I, as the author (wow, I do believe that is the first time I have ever called myself that.) can only take so much. And to Allison: Thanks for alerting me to the word problems. That happens to me a lot when I am writing. I usually catch it though. Unfortunately, I am new to this whole fan fic thing and don't know how to go about correcting it. If someone could tell me that would be great. Well, enough of the author's note…on to the story.
Lorelai walked to the Inn's kitchen trying to make very little noise and to be very careful not to disturb anything. The last thing she wanted was to wake up her "guests", especially Taylor, at 6:40 in the morning. Sookie should be arriving soon to prepare the breakfast part of Bed & Breakfast. She pushed in the swinging door to the kitchen.
That's definitely not Sookie, she thought. Her eyes caught on the image of a man in a baseball cap, flannel, and just-tight-enough jeans. Her mind jumped to the fact that she had just check-out Luke's butt, but then smiled as she remember the fact that she was allowed to do that now that they were "official." She got an idea and as he was too busy making coffee to notice her yet, she decided to act on it.
She kicked the door with her heel to cause a noise to catch his attention. She began to walk forward with rummaging through her purse with her head down. "Sookie, you'll never guess what happened last night. I kissed this absolutely gorgeous man. And what a kiss it was. Actually, kisses to be more specific." She looked up and tried to appear surprised but her sly smile slipped in. "Oh, you aren't Sookie."
"No, I'm not." he stated matter-of-factly. He continued the job of coffee-making by pressing the "Start" button and it began to brew. He looked up and gave her a sexy half-smile that made her stomach flip. "Gorgeous, huh?"
"Oh, yeah. But you don't know him. His name was Roberto. Spanish, dark hair, dark eyes, wonderful accent. Very Sexy." She stated this in the flippant style that was so Lorelai.
"Oh, really?"
"Oh, yeah." She gave him a big grin, and Luke could tell that she was enjoying this way too much. She walked forward to stand in front of him.
"Should I be worried?" he asked, playing along.
"Oh, very."
Those were her last words before he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Lorelai gladly reciprocated the kiss until the need for sufficient breath made them part. "Wow, I really shouldn't have bothered with Roberto. So, um what exactly are you doing in Sookie's kitchen?"
"Thought, it was pretty much obvious." He pulled a mug from the rack above the coffee maker and poured her a cup of coffee. She took the cup eagerly and sipped from it. She sighed, set down the cup, and pulled Luke to her. She gave him a generous kiss.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"The coffee. For some reason it seems even more wonderful today." They chatted casually for a few moments until Luke suddenly became serious.
"How are you, Lorelai? How's Rory?"
Lorelai looked down at her mug. "I'm better, but I'm still kinda in shock. But you were right she doesn't hate me. Rory talked to me, it's going to take her a while to get over it. I know this is going to sound weird because I'm not usually one for the "running away from your problems" approach to life or my mother. But my mom offered to take Rory with her to Europe for a couple of weeks the other day and I think it might be good for her. Things are going to get pretty ugly around here if any of this gets out, and let's face it, it will. Somehow, someway. And as much as I want her to be here with me, I think it might help. What do you think?"
Luke, somewhat taken aback that Lorelai had asked his opinion on something concerning the welfare of her daughter, yet oddly happy that she was being so open, responded, " I think that sounds good. Being in this town when something big happens in your life is bad enough. But when that something happens to be big and bad, it's even worse. Do you think she'll go for it?"
"I don't know. She might. I'll talk to her about it at lunch. We might be meeting at the diner if she feels up to it. But as for now, you should go before Sookie get here and sees another cook in her kitchen and touching her beloved 'culinary devices'."
"Yeah, I need to get to the diner anyway. Since Caesar opened and half the town was here anyway, including me, I didn't need to rush." He checked his watch. "But I should be going anyway." He gave Lorelai a short kiss. "This place is really amazing, Lor, and you did wonderful last night, too. You don't have to worry about anything. Although, I would probably drop the running into doors bit. It's probably not very good for your health."
Lorelai smiled, happy with the complement she had just received that filled her with such an odd fuzzy feeling. Since when was Luke able to say exactly the right thing at exactly the right time? Just as she was thinking this, Sookie bustled in with another bag of groceries, stopped dead in her tracks, and asked, "Who touched my coffee machine?"
Alright, I didn't set out to only write about Luke and Lorelai but I just kept writing and by the time I came to this place my fingers were hurting, because I write it out then type it, so I thought to myself that this was a good stopping place for the night. And there you go, another chapter. Full of Luke and Lorelai goodness. Hoped you liked it. Oh yeah, review please!