Cause Effect
Chapter One: That Fateful Night
Summary: What happens one fateful night when Lorelai and Luke drown their sorrows with alcohol, together? Will it bring about changes in their relationship or just huge consequences?
Rating: R Because let's face it, Lorelai and Luke are just too damn hot.
Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda. I own nothing GG related. Just shoot me now.
A/N: This story is not set during a specific episode or time period but to give you an idea, Rory is 16 at Chilton. This is set after Lorelai almost married Max, but Jason or Alex never existed, but Nicole and Luke did get married and divorced. Ha, sorry if I confused you. :p
Lorelai groaned. She would have given her left arm to just stay home and watch TV tonight. She usually loved the Firelight festival. The bonfires, the yummy food, that "special" punch. But this year, she thought of all the hugging and kissing and holding hands. Yuck. This year was different. She had no one to go with. No one to hold her hand and watch the bonfires burn, no one to hold her hair back as she emptied her stomach of the punch she always drank too much of. Too bad Rory loves me too much. Lorelai was only going because she had promised Rory she would. Her daughter knew that after her breakup with Max, (the second time,) she had been in a funk and hardly left the house.
Luke sighed as he wiped down the counter tops. Not this damn festival again. It wasn't unusual for him to be bitter, especially when it came to town activities, but this year was different. He watched all the couples go by, holding hands, whispering into each other's ears, and he wondered if he would ever have that. Again? No, he didn't think he ever had that. Sure there was Rachel. But she was so wild and crazy that holding hands would have been too conventional for her. Then there was Nicole. His ex-wife. With Nicole it had always been somewhat distant, cold. Hell, they had been married but he couldn't remember a time when they had ever held hands, let alone whisper in each other's ear. He wondered what it would be like with Lorelai. Luke thinks it would be nice to hold hands with Lorelai. He thinks her hands would feel soft and magical entwined with his.
Lorelai walked aimlessly around the town square, not really seeing anything nor paying attention to where she was going. She knew that if she looked around she would see love. Love. Something she didn't understand and something she felt must hate her. If she looked up now, she would probably throw up. She could try and blame it on love but let's not forget the six or seven glasses of adult punch she had already consumed. Lorelai sighed and plopped onto a bench, half-empty cup of punch in hand. She glanced to her right and noticed she wasn't alone on the bench. A couple sat next to her, making out like there was no tomorrow. What the hell is wrong with this town? Isn't there one other person besides me without a significant other? Lorelai looked to her left and found her answer. Grabbing two more glasses of punch, after downing the rest of her previous one, she made her way toward's Luke's Diner.
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"Hey." Lorelai couldn't even make it through a single syllabled word without slurring.
Luke didn't notice her own drunkenness because his brain was feeling pretty fuzzy right now as well. He'd like to blame tiredness but let's not forget the bucket full of empty bottles next to him. Plus, the only thing he was noticing about Lorelai right now was how great her boobs looked in that top.
"Hey." He managed to form the word in his mouth.
Neither one could deny the sexual tension they felt, barred only by that damn counter. Luke had thoughts of having his way with her right there on the counter, while Lorelai was more of a stockroom kind of girl. She made her way to a seat at the counter, right in front of Luke.
"I brought you...some...punch." Lorelai giggled.
"Thanks, but, I'm good." Luke held up a half empty beer bottle.
"Oh well, more for me!" Lorelai chugged the glass down and slammed it on the counter.
Anyone watching would have thought she was being initiated into a fraternity.
Of course, anyone watching would have also thought they had been sleeping together for months, they were so comfortable with each other, even though they were both drunk out of their minds, the chemistry was undeniable. Although if later questioned, both would definitely deny it.
"So...festival's no good?"
"Naw. Too many people making out and I have no one to make out with, unless you count Kirk propositioning me, and I definitely don't count that." Lorelai began to hiccup, causing her to giggle uncontrollably.
Had Lorelai been of sound mind at this point, she would have noticed that Luke was coming out from behind the counter towards her. She probably would have noticed his lips on hers quicker too.
"Well, let's do something about that..." Luke replied gruffly.
He pressed his lips against hers, forcefully and pointedly. Lorelai thought his lips tasted like beer. She liked it too much to much to think. Not like her current blood alcohol level would have allowed thinking anyway.
Lorelai replied with her lips, with equal force and hunger. She licked his lips sensually as he ran his fingers through her hair. Lorelai wrapped her long legs around his waist, feeding his need for more contact.
"Up." She whispered in between kisses.
Somehow Luke's mind understood this command, funny how drunk people can barely remember their names, but when it comes to sex, they're on the ball. (No pun intended.)
He obliged and carried her towards the stairs to his apartment, never breaking their mouths apart.
He fiddled with the door handle, some could say it had to do with the countless beers that had been drunk that night, however Luke would probably say it had to do with Lorelai Gilmore who was, at this point in time was nibbling on and blowing her hot, sweet breath in his ear.
"Jesus, Lorelai.." Causing the nibbler in question to giggle and run her tongue along his ear lobe. He finally got the door open and made his way to the bed, his twin bed.
Lorelai giggled when she saw it.
"It's tiny.." She whispered.
"Uh...sorry..."
"No, I like it. It just means we'll have to be awfully close..."
Luke couldn't take it anymore. He threw her on the bed and began kissing her everywhere. He kissed her mouth, her collarbone, her shoulders. He suddenly realized just how much clothing she had on and decided he had to do something about it. Kissing her on the lips, as his tongue explored her mouth, he lifted her shirt above her head. He ran his hands along her newly exposed skin, her flat, small stomach, and brought his lips to her pearly white skin.
She giggled when he brought his face to her stomach, his beard was tickling her. She sat up abruptly, causing Luke to wonder if she'd come to her senses. Instead, she began to unbutton his flannel shirt, kissing each bit of skin that peaked out with every button. She was shocked and delighted to discover his body was beautiful, tan, taut and muscular. She threw the shirt across the room so it could join her shirt in it's unwanted pile on the floor.
Luke gently, and with great skill unhooked her bra, sure he had dreams about this, but not one came close to the real thing. He massaged her breasts first with his hands, then took each one in his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. Lorelai moaned with pleasure, but she was drunk and wasn't here for foreplay. She ran her hands along his well built upper body, teasing him as her finger neared the waistband of his jeans. She unbuttoned them quickly, filled with lust and desire. She tore them off, revealing his boxers, and yes, his arousal.
Lorelai giggled and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. Luke reciprocated, pulling of her seemingly painted on jeans to reveal her sexy black panties. Luke continued kissing her stomach and her hips until he removed her underwear, also revealing her arousal.
They both knew what was coming, (again, no pun intended) and they both knew they wanted it. Some might say they were scared, after all this definitely counted as crossing the "We're just friends" line. Hell, this night was about fun, and for both of them, this was fun. For one night they both decided to give into irrationality, impropriety and all regards for thinking. Lorelai Gilmore and Luke Danes slept together that night, or if you are a romantic, they made love. Twice. But there was no love involved that night. It was a night of lust, liquor and general lewd conduct. But it had been fun. There was no denying that. It was fun until Lorelai Gilmore uncharacteristically woke up at the crack of dawn, naked, with a pounding headache and no idea where the hell she was.
She felt a large, muscular arm around her waist and she remembered. She remembered the punch, the beer, the kissing, the stripping of clothes and, not to mention, rational thinking. Shit. It was all she could think. She haphazardly got dressed without waking him up, she couldn't deal with him right now. She needed to talk to someone and figure out what the hell she had done, and more importantly, what the hell she was going to do now.
A/N: I don't plan on making this a one shot piece, I have a whole story line planned, so if you would like me to continue tell me! Also, sorry this isn't as dirty as some would have liked. I thought it was better to leave the actual sex to your dirty minds. : So, hope you liked it, and please review so I can continue with the story! Thanks, Rachel.
