A/N: Thanks again to everyone for the reviews! This story was basically an afterthought after the last one (had so much fun writing it that I didn't want to stop), so I'm surprised and totally loving all the positive feedback I'm getting!
This chapter is pure L/L fluff. I swear I could write dialogue for these two till the cows come home, they're so much fun!
Lorelai and Luke ran through the cold Connecticut winter night, across Babette's lawn into Lorelai's lawn and up the stairs to her porch. Lorelai opened the door as they both hurried in, immediately threw their arms around each other and began to kiss feverishly. Lorelai ran her hands through Luke's hair, down his neck and down his back as Luke reciprocated, occasionally brushing his hands down the outside of her breasts which elicited a moan from her each time he did it.
Both of them were breathing heavily by now. They kicked their shoes off, never breaking the embrace.
Luke began to slip his hands under her shirt. "Mmm," Lorelai protested, pulling him towards the stairs. They made their way, Luke forwards, Lorelai backwards, to the bottom of the staircase, all the while maintaining their kiss. Luke attempted to step up onto the first stair, but they were not in sync and Lorelai tripped as she moved backwards, falling down into a half-sitting-half-lying position on the stairs, pulling him down on top of her.
Luke took advantage of the position and ground himself into her. "Oh God, oh God," Lorelai said as she pressed her lips harder against his and dug deeper with her tongue. She began to pull herself backwards and up the staircase, step by step, Luke following along with each one. When they reached the landing, he pushed her down so that she was lying down. He moved his knee in between her legs, forcing them apart, eliciting another moan from Lorelai.
"Up," Lorelai managed to utter. "Rory."
"What?" Luke asked as he reached around her back and undid her bra.
"Door. Unlocked. Rory," Lorelai explained between quick breaths. "Up."
Luke got the message. Lorelai wrapped her arms and legs around him as he stood up, carrying her, and started up the rest of the stairs. She continued kissing him in his hair, on his neck, and breathing hotly into his ear, which almost made him drop her as his knees buckled.
"Jesus, Lorelai," he whispered, finally reaching the top of the stairs. He carried her into the bedroom, kissing all the while. Luke put her down on the bed and was about to lie down on top of her when Lorelai interrupted him by sitting up and beginning to tug at his clothes. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it while Luke reciprocated by lifting Lorelai's shirt up over her head and then removing her bra.
Together they removed Luke's shirt and his undershirt. Lorelai ran her hands over his chest, his rippled abs, and his muscled biceps, then pulled him back into a kiss. They kissed fervently as they savored the feeling of skin against skin, bare chest against bare chest.
Luke pushed Lorelai down and lay down on top of her. He caressed her breasts as he moved his kiss from her lips down to the nape of her neck, along her collarbone, and down between her breasts. Lorelai's nipples were fully erect as Luke's fingers teased them. He began kissing her breasts, gently biting and sucking on her nipples.
Lorelai's moans increased. She pulled Luke back up into a kiss, wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled them both over on the bed so that she was on top. She pressed herself into him. Luke groaned, put his hands on her hips and encouraged the motion once, twice, then repeatedly, rhythmically, until Lorelai started to feel it going too far too fast. She stopped herself, breathless, and moved herself down, kissing Luke's chest and stomach, then started to undo his belt. Lorelai moved down off of Luke as he helped her to remove the remainder of his clothing – his belt, his jeans, and finally his boxers, revealing his well-muscled body in all its glory.
Now completely revealed, Luke carefully watched Lorelai as she slowly removed her pants and undergarments. She straddled him and leaned over to kiss him.
"You're amazing," she whispered in his ear.
"You're beautiful," he replied.
Luke continued to kiss her and explore her as their two bodies moved together. His hands roamed her back, her hair, her breasts, until finally they moved downward towards the area where Lorelai felt was about to explode with heat at any moment. He continued to tease her, moving his fingers down, then away, down, then away until Lorelai couldn't stand it any longer.
"Oh God, Luke. Oh God, I want you," she moaned.
Luke obliged, and finally they were joined together as one, engulfed by their desire, surrendering to their passion, their bodies melded so that they thought they couldn't possibly get any closer. Lorelai gasped with each pulse, echoed by Luke's repeated moans, until finally they reached the culmination together, groaning, screaming, sweating, clutching. Together.
Afterwards they were never quite sure if it was minutes or hours that they laid there in silence, holding each other, savoring the feel of the other's touch that had been forbidden to them for so long.
Luke and Lorelai lay side-by-side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Wow," she said.
"Mm-hm" he said.
"That was like...and you were...and the whole thing...and then you did...wow," Lorelai stammered.
"Yeah," Luke said.
"Coffee," Lorelai said suddenly.
"What?"
"Need coffee."
"Now?" Luke asked. "What am I saying? Of course you mean now. When else do you ever need it?"
"In stupor...can't...think...sentences...talk..." said Lorelai as she stumbled out of bed, put on her robe and wandered down the stairs in a fog.
"You mean I've finally figured out how to shut you up?" called Luke after her.
A few minutes later she returned with a mug of coffee in her hands, which she set on the bedside table. "It's snowing!" she announced excitedly as she bounded over to the window, unlocked it and threw it wide open. "Must've just started," she said as she stuck her head out into the cold to catch snowflakes on her tongue.
"Can we please close that before the Third Ice Age starts right here in your bedroom?" said Luke who was still undressed, huddled under the bedsheets.
Lorelai shut the window, climbed back into bed and snuggled up to Luke. He put his arm around her and she nestled in next to him.
"OK, so I have a question for you," Lorelai began.
"Hm?"
"You've seen Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, right?"
"Yes," Luke said, raising an eyebrow.
"OK, so you remember when they're on the Island of Misfit Toys?"
Luke nodded. "Is this even remotely relevant to anything we have seen, heard or experienced today?"
"I've had that stupid song in my head ever since Maury was playing it over at Babette's," Lorelai explained.
"So you've been thinking about Rudolph the whole time we were...well you know?"
"Well yes...but it certainly wasn't in the forefront of my mind during it all. I pushed it back. It was in the backfront...or the backback..."
"I think 'background' is the word you're looking for," Luke offered.
"OK anyway, so they were on the Island of Misfit Toys, and remember how every toy had something wrong with it?"
"Mm-hm."
"The train had square wheels, the jack-in-the-box was named Charlie, the cowboy rides an ostrich," Lorelai continued.
"Yes," Luke said, impatient.
"What was wrong with the doll?"
"Huh?"
"The girl doll. I've watched it like a thousand times and I can't figure out what's wrong with the doll."
"You've watched it a thousand times and I haven't seen it since I was maybe twelve and you think I'm going to know the answer?" Luke asked.
They lay in silence for a few moments, Lorelai running her hand gently through his chest hair, Luke caressing her arm.
"Luke?"
"Yes?"
"Are you happy?"
He reached over and planted a long, tender kiss on her lips. "Yes."
"Cuz the way you radiate pure joy and sunshine every day of the year, it sometimes gets hard to tell the difference," Lorelai said, a little nervously.
Luke looked her in the eye. "I'm happy," he said, drawing her into an embrace as he kissed her, first on the lips, and then gently moved across her cheek, the nape of her neck, and into her hair.
Lorelai lay next to him, thinking for a moment. "I know we've both thought about this for a long time," Lorelai realized what she'd said and blushed. "At least that's what everyone else seems to think, and I know I have..."
"Me too," Luke interjected.
"And I just hope that you aren't disappointed."
Luke looked at her quizzically.
"I don't want to be like yesterday's Christmas presents."
Luke sighed. "Lorelai, you've been coming into my diner practically every damn day for, what, a decade now?"
"So?"
"So I already know a thing or two about you. Trust me, I'm a realist."
Lorelai gasped playfully. "Are you saying I'm not perfect?"
"Coffee addiction, completely averse to eating anything remotely resembling a vegetable –"Luke began.
"Hey, you are what you eat."
"You babble, and you have a tendency to jump down my throat for inviting you to things," Luke challenged her.
"Hey I said I was sorry. You told me we were done with that," Lorelai accused.
"We are, I'm just citing it as an example of your non-perfectness."
"I think 'imperfection' is the word you're looking for," Lorelai offered.
They were silent for a few more minutes, continuing to caress each other.
"Luke?"
"Mm?"
"About Christmas Eve..."
"Mm?"
"I - I really don't feel right about leaving Rory."
"OK," Luke replied.
"So I think I'm going to pass on going to Liz's."
"OK," Luke repeated.
"You don't mind?"
"Other than the fact that I have to face Groucho, Harpo and Chico on my own, no."
"Does that make you Zeppo? Actually I'd put you as Groucho," Lorelai said.
"Please don't lump me in with them." Luke said.
"It's just that Rory and I have this whole ritual where we make cookies for Santa..."
"You make cookies? Do you even own a mixer?"
"We buy the dough at the store," Lorelai said.
"Do you even know how to turn on your oven?"
"Of course I do!"
Luke gave her a knowing look.
"I do! Rory and I used to make Shrinky-Dinks all the time. We would make obscene ones and then giggle as we watched them shrivel up in the oven, and then we'd decorate the bathroom with them."
"Remind me not to use your bathroom."
"Well they're not there any more, silly."
"Right, I'm the silly one. So you bake cookies for Santa," Luke repeated, still not believing it.
"Yes...No," Lorelai finally confessed. "We eat the dough raw while watching A Very Brady Christmas."
"Ah, a Christmas tradition that's been passed down through the generations, I take it," Luke, shifting his position over onto his stomach.
"Oh hey, speaking of the generations, we never did talk about the dinner with Emily and Richard Stalin last night," Lorelai said as she began massaging his back from her position lying next to him.
"What's to talk about?"
"They gave you quite an interrogation. I thought they were going to ship you off to Guantanamo Bay."
"They were just being polite."
"Hounding you about your divorce is being polite?" Lorelai asked.
"They were just looking out for you," said Luke, unfazed. "That whole situation was pretty weird, after all."
"No argument there," interjected Lorelai.
Luke threw her a dirty look, then continued on. "I'd probably question it too if I were them."
"So you're OK with it?"
"Well I'm not consenting to getting fingerprinted or being tailed by a private investigator, but I can understand where they're coming from," Luke replied as he shifted onto his back again and drew her into a kiss, a gentle brush of the lips as he stroked her cheeks and ran his fingers through her long, luxurious hair.
Lorelai moved in closer and returned the kiss, which quickly escalated and deepened, having lost none of the fervor from earlier.
tbc
A/N: What do you think? Should I have had her go to Liz's? I really don't think she would leave Rory, but on the other hand it would be a very interesting scene to write – Luke, Lorelai, Liz, T.J. and Jess trapped in a room together. Maybe another time in another story...
