Still don't own them
There are no spoilers…
Just another way to hook them up…
Rusty
"Are you a Heineken guy? Or a Budweiser guy? Or a Samuel Adams guy?" Lorelai is now on her third beer and is more than just a little tipsy. She is reclining on the couch half sitting, half laying down. Her feet are propped up by countless pillows, each different sizes and colors, and the more Luke looks at them the dizzier he feels. He is currently in the arm chair, his head back, eyes now closed, and his legs spread apart. He has his beer resting gingerly on his upper thigh while his free hand his on his other. When she asks him his beer preference he opens his eyes to her, stares blankly for a few seconds, shrugs his shoulders, and closes his eyes once more. "Ya know…to me, beer is beer. Makes ya tipsy just the same."
Lorelai smiles, at her toes, then turns to look at Luke.
"Are you comfortable?" He stirs at this question, shifts his butt into the chair and again watches her.
"Yeah…Nice chair." She begins to laugh at this. The beer has definitely taken over her now. She feels hazy, light headed, and she is enjoying it.
"Thank you for fixing the TV…It was nice of you." He takes another sip of his beer, letting the bottle linger at his lips for a few seconds while he processes her gratitude. As he lowers it, he nods his head and lightly smiles. She smiles back and they can both feel the change in the air. It's palpable. Thick. Luke nervously peels at the label on his beer bottle, finding a distraction from her,fixing his eyes elsewhere before they got lost in her baby blues. There is silence for a minute or so, both reflecting, considering, wondering, thinking…
"Thanks for fixing the TV…It was nice of you." Luke begins to laugh, fully heartedly at this and Lorelai is genuinely confused by this action. Her brows furrow into her eye lids as she considers the motive behind his behavior. Luke realizes the beer has broken the connection between her brain and her mouth. Luckily, he's able to hold his alcohol a little better than her.
"You already said that…" His laughing turns into a chuckle as he sinks further into the chair.
"Oh…yeah…" She smiles to herself, obviously amused by her actions and the situation that has presented itself. She glances at Luke and his half finished beer. "Hey um…what was the worst part about high school…for you?" She fumbles with the charm on her necklace and he finds himself distracted by it. Not so much the necklace, but the hands, and the collarbone, and the neck…He finds himself slipping and begins to clean it up before he's lost all control.
"High school? Well, I wasn't a fan of the people. Shocker, huh?" He raises his eye brows and bobs his head at this. She smiles and lets out a chuckle on her breath.
"I thought you we're voted Mr. People Person Popularity Butch?" She leans her head toward him a smile peeling around her lips.
"Yeah…there was apicute of me in the year book and everything...Nah but truthfully?" He looks to her awaiting a response and she nods her head vigorously, anxiously anticipating his answer. Wondering if what he tells her is the secret behind the flannel clad baseball cap loving mn. This man who she finds to be an intriguing enigma. He sighs and begins the story.
"It's not that interesting. I just wasn't one to be the center of attention. I ran track because I liked to run. To push my body to another extreme. To better myself as a person and sometimes I wonder if it was to make my dadto see me that way. A betterperson, an achiever.Sometimes I just wanted him to turn around and say to the other dads 'My son Luke is amazing'. But it never happened. I know he was proud of me. I worked hard, my grades weren't great but that was never that important to him…Just sometimes…I'd hoped he'd show it…or say SOMETHING…We Danes" Luke points to himself, "We were never good at the verbal…Ya know?" He looks away from his lap and into her blues eyes that remained fixed on him during his entire speech. She grins at him.
"I have no idea what you mean…Gilmore's were VERY good at the verbal…"
"Ah…right…" Silence fills the room as they both reflect on his words.
"You know Luke…your dad loved you…and well…you are an amazing man…whether someone tells you or not…absolutely amazing…" She looks at her knees bringing them to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and resting her head to look at him. She sees his expression now. He's beaming…She thinks that she's never seen Luke Danes beam. Smile, smirk, grin but never beam. She was overwhelmed by the beauty of it. So much so that she didn't even notice when she stood up from the couch and planted herself in front of him. His face falls when he sees her there, close enough that if he just reaches out in front of him he could grab her waist and draw her into his lap. And he considers it. Dwells on it, imagines the wonderful warmth of her. Then she gives him a look of absolute adoration and his heartbeat pounds in his ears and his stomach feels like its going to jump out of his throat.
"Luke…you are…" And then as soon as it has begun it has ended and Lorelai realizes her proximity to his lap, to his lips, to his hands, to Luke Danes, best friend, and coffee supplier. And again Lorelai runs…Literelly. "it!" She yells skipping into the kitchen, avoiding the awkward situation in the only way a Gilmore can…with jokes, fun, and games.
She places herself behind the table as her only block between her, the doorway, and Luke. He enters gingerly, not amused, almost irritated. "So…we were talking and now?"
"We're playing tag!" She straightens up and bounces, and for a moment looks like a child.
"You know…it takes two to play that game?" He places his hands on his hips. They are both tipsy and their blood is rushing to their heads due to the beer and the fact that they had been sitting around with minimal movement for about a half of an hour.
"You're playing silly man…C'mon Burger Boy…play with me for once?" She tilts her head and sticks out her lower lip in a pout and Luke is doing all he can to fight the urge of biting that same lip and sucking into his mouth.
"Dirty?" He plays her game, knowing he has no choice whatsoever…He knew as soon as he walked into that door what he was getting himself into.
"You bet it was." Now she was flirting, falling into their rhythm but it was just flirting…She was going to keep him at arms length as long as possible. Luke found himself willing to change that. Change…funny word. One that Luke Danes has never been a fan of. But at this moment it was something he was more than willing to welcome. Maybe it was the beer, the loneliness, the hormones…Pick one any one and that is the reason he's wanting to do this.
He moves to the left side of the table toward her and she bolts the other way, running back into the living room and he willingly chases her there and around the couch and around the chair. She grabs a pillow and lifts it to hit him but he grabs her wrist successfully, she lets out a yelps, and in one brief moment they lock eyes, she drops the pillow, he grabs her waist with her free hand and they are passionately kissing. Tongue, teeth, hands, warmth, wet…want. He doesn't hold back, he bites her lower lip and sucks it before breaking away to breath. Lust is evident in both of their indigo eyes…and he part whispers/part growls...
"You're it…"
TBC…
Please read and review…This is definitely going to be a multi part story now…I just can't stop now…
