Author's note: Hard thing to write and I still don't think I got it right but you know this is my first fanfic and hopefully I will get better at it.

She could feel his gaze as they sat side by side on her porch, but she couldn't look at him. This was it. She swallowed, just say it Lorelai, after all you have already said it... She cleared her throat.

She didn't know how to say this. For once she was lost for words.

"Well I-"

Her cell phone went off. Damn. She looked at the caller ID. It was Rory. She gave him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry but it's Rory, I have to-"

He gave her a "come-on"-look but she flipped open the cell and answered.

"Hello?"

"She's taken me hostage."

Rory sounded anxious on the phone.

"What?"

"She's not letting me leave. Dinner lasted an hour. She didn't even put the soufflé in the oven until we'd already finished, and now we're watching taped ballroom dancing competitions that date back to the 1800's."

"You haven't left yet?"

"Are you listening to me? I can't leave. She won't let me leave ever. This is Iran in '79 and you are Jimmy Carter. What do we do?"

She thought of how typical this was of Emily.

"Well, first we have to lose the Jimmy Carter comparison, and second, I have to come get you. This is about me and me not showing up, so maybe if I put in an appearance, she'll let you go."

She watched him as he stood up and started rearranging things on his truck, waiting patiently. She did not want to leave him, oh did she not want to leave him.

"Okay, but come quickly because she's got a lot of tapes and they rewind really slow."

This obviously wasn't going to be resolved over the phone, she had to go and talk to her crazy mother.

"I'm on my way." She said reluctantly and hung up.

"Um, hey, so, uh, I have to go get Rory."

She walked over to him.

"Everything okay?"

He had a worried expression on his face. She loved how he always seemed to care.

"Uh, yeah. You know, my mother's a psycho, so. . .business as usual."

"Yeah."

They stood in silence, she didn't know how to leave things.

"Um, so I have to go now and since it's Rory's last night at home maybe we could continue this tomorrow?"

"Sure…"

"There are things that need to be said"

"There are."

"So tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow."

She watched him go. She wanted to run after him, to him. It didn't feel right leaving things like this. Damned Emily.

She walked slowly behind him up the stairs to his apartment. Getting more nervous with each step. Her heart, pounding. All day she had been thinking of what to say, how to form her feelings into words. It had been an emotional day what with Rory moving to Yale and all, she still had some stuff to get to Rory but this was something she couldn't put of any longer. As they entered his apartment and he closed the door behind her she was still unsure of what to say or how to say it for that matter. They stood and stared at each other, the silence awkward and she could feel that he was waiting for her to start. He was looking at her with a grave expression on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. She swallowed hard.

"So… um… last night… there were things… things were said"

He shifted in his steps.

"You said that I was yours"

He gave her a questioning look. She cleared her throat. Okay he was cutting straight to the chase.

"Yes I did"

"And what did you mean by that?"

I want you to be mine you idiot, she thought, but maybe that wasn't a good way to start.

"You are my Luke…" She smiled nervously. "You… you fix things for me and you cook my food and-"

"I'm your Mr. Fixit?"

She didn't like the serious tone in his voice.

"Yes-"

"And that's why you said these things cause you thought I wasn't going to be your handyman anymore?"

"No!"

He was getting it all wrong.

"No, you are more, you are always there for me and for the last few years you have become this stable figure in my life, one that I can't do without."

He looked puzzled as she kept on.

"And it's been some time since I knew I had these feelings for you but I wasn't ready to act on them. But I was stupid and waited to long and then you met Nicole and it was so hard seeing you together, but I was hoping you weren't too serious but then you went on this cruise-"

"But you told me to go. "

He sounded confused.

"Yes I know, but-"

"So I assumed that I had misread the signals"

"You didn't it's just-"

"But I asked and you told me to go-"

He glared at her exasperated. She was getting anxious. Why couldn't he just let her explain she was trying to explain.

"I know it's just… I thought you were happy with Nicole!"

"I was! In a way… but…"

He fell silent.

"But what?"

He took a deep breath and then said quietly

"She wasn't you"

He let his arms drop. His eyes saying "now you know." And they stood and stared at each other, neither of them moving. She felt a rush of relief go through her body and then without saying a word she walked over to him, took his face in her hands and kissed him. She could feel his body stiffen up but then he responded passionately, deepening the kiss, he felt so warm and soft. God he felt good. She pressed against him in return, wanted to melt into him as he wrapped his arms around her. When they broke the kiss they stood silently in embrace enjoying the closeness of their bodies. Finally she broke the silence.

"You are my Luke"

"I am your Luke"