A/N: This ficlet is about Lorelai preparing for her date with Luke. It can be their first date; it can be their hundredth. All that season four finale stuff could have happened- or it could have not. It doesn't matter; all that matters is the way Luke makes her feel, and that's what this piece focuses on.
The song that semi-inspired this, "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman", is by Carole King, the same person who wrote "Where You Lead." Just thought I'd share.
Feedback is appreciated. Come on- think how warm and glowy it makes you feel! Don't you want to share the love?
"A Natural Woman"
She turned off the hot water, stepped out of the shower, and dried off slowly with a fluffy pink towel, thinking about anything and nothing. When she had finished (drying, not thinking), she wrapped the towel around herself and stared at her reflection in the slightly steamy bathroom mirror. She ran her hands over her face. Put on some deodorant.
She went to her room. She rifled through her closet, taking her time, trying to pick out a shirt that went with the denim above-the-knee length skirt she'd selected earlier. She finally came up with a lavender blouse, slightly sheer. She unwrapped the towel and made the (conscious, though she'd never admit it) decision to wear a black bra, scolding herself for the fleeting thought that Luke would be able to clearly see it through her shirt. She buttoned up the blouse, then put her hands over her breasts and moved them around a bit, wishing they were just a little bit bigger, just for tonight. Tonight she was feeling… well, something. She couldn't decide whether that top button looked better open or not.
She unbuttoned it.
She buttoned it.
Unbuttoned it.
Buttoned it.
Unbuttoned.
Buttoned it and left it alone.
Next, she pulled on a pair of underwear and her skirt. She walked back to the bathroom, hands on her hips, enjoying the way they swung slightly from side to side as she walked. It made her feel very feminine. When she got to the bathroom, she put on some lipstick and a touch of eyeshadow and smiled at her reflection.
She took a handful of her slightly damp hair, which had gotten fairly dry in the time it had taken her to pick out a shirt and debate with herself over her lingerie and her top button, and held it to her face, inhaling the fragrant flowery scent of her shampoo. As she stared speculatively at her curls in the mirror, she absentmindedly rubbed her newly-shaved legs together. She picked up a comb and tugged it through her hair.
She pulled her hair up.
She took it down.
Combed it again.
Pulled it up.
Took it down.
Combed it.
Wet it. Slightly.
Put it up.
Took it down.
Leaving it down after all, she went to get some shoes. She selected little black sandal flats. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and realized that it was five minutes after 7:00, the designated Luke-showing-up-at-her-house time. As she took a last look in the mirror, she heard the doorbell ring downstairs. She felt a slight flutter in her stomach and turned around to leave her room, then turned back to the mirror and opened her top button. She grinned. Luke made her feel like a natural woman. She turned and ran down the stairs.
"Hey. Sorry I'm late."
"Oh, you're right on time."
A/N: So, that's it. I'm sort of figuring people are gonna like this or hate it. Think it's cute and sweet, or pointless, boring, and weird. If your opinion fits into the latter, I'm sorry about that. But if this story gave you some simple pleasure in the middle of your day, then I'm glad.
Please review! And have a great day.