Thanks everyone for the tremendous reviews! And politicaldonkey, I wish to thank you especially for pointing out one of my (few) errors. As some of you may have noticed, I truly dislike mistakes, in spelling or otherwise! Don't expect a lot, or any of that rubbish in my stories – but I can't make any promises, because even I am not invincible! Now that we have that cleared up, let's make our way back to the story, shall we?

All right, so Lorelai was fired up. It was time for Round 2: (Same game plan as round 1, only with increased desperation and determination). Back to the Gilmore household she traveled. Funny that she hadn't bumped into Rory on any of these occasions. She must have been at Lanes. Lorelai grew nervous at the thought of her daughter's Europe-bound departure the next day. Still, it was possibly the best remedy for both of them. Space was what they needed, time and space.

Lorelai removed her little black dress from the closet. She was really going for blood this time. That dress was her secret weapon, and damn she looked good in it!

It was about 7pm when Lorelai left the house. She was feeling sexy, seductive…and incredibly famished. God, she was starving. This was not the time to be thinking of her stomach. She needed to focus. She needed to keep her head in the game and her eyes on the prize. What the hell was the prize anyway? Let's hope it was something food related.

Outside the diner Lorelai stood, confused and agitated. All the lights were off, and the sign turned to closed. That never stopped her before. She strode confidently to the door and noticed a faint luminosity protruding from the closed blinds. Odd, thought Lorelai. She pushed slightly and slowly on the door, cautiously and secretively making her entrance.

Luke was rummaging behind the counter for something and finishing up the last details. Details? What exactly was he up to?

As Lorelai pushed for the last time, she was overwhelmed by the scene before her. There were candles everywhere. One lone table decorated with flowers, set romantically for two, rested in the center of the building. The other tables were pushed conveniently to the side, chairs atop.

"Back so soon?" Luke's voice sent Lorelai's heart into overdrive.

"Uh, surprise!" She tried to play it cool. Lucky for Luke, she was wearing a spring coat overtop of that sinful dress.

"So, how are things?" Luke wasn't very good with the small talk.

Lorelai had more pressing questions, "Hydro bill too expensive?"

"What?"

"What's with all the candles? You aren't going Martha Stewart on me, are you?" Lorelai mocked.

Luke thought it best to cut right to the chase. "Well actually, you were right earlier today…I am expecting someone…'was' expecting someone."

"Was? I mean you were?" Her curiosity was running wild but her grammar was solid.

"Yes," Return of the monosyllable man.

"And now?"

"Now I'm not." He was so casual.

It was killing her. "You're not?"

"No," Why was he making this so hard?

"Why?" She could be monosyllabic too.

Luke was a man of action. He decided to let his actions speak instead. He was still behind the counter as he ducked down momentarily and pressed the magic button. Suddenly the diner was filled with music, soft and of the dancing nature. He walked towards Lorelai then, with a determined look in his eyes.

"Here, let me take your coat." Luke offered.

Lorelai was stunned. Her head was spinning. What power this man had over her. "Ok." She had forgotten what lay underneath her protective layer. She felt chills over her entire body as he competently removed a piece of her clothing.

Luke experienced those same chills, until he saw the dress. Calm, confident Luke was now nothing more than a mess of hormones. What power this woman had over him.

Lorelai noticed his change of mood, "Are you alright?"

Luke simply nodded in compliance. Twice in one day she had nearly given the man a stroke. He looked deep into her eyes, "You're so beautiful."

She blushed. Luke closed the space that existed between them. "Luke…" she didn't know what was happening.

"She's here," Luke spoke gently.

"Who's here?" Lorelai whispered.

"The person I was expecting." And now things started to make sense.

Lorelai looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite decipher. "All this is for me?"

"If you want it to be." His confidence had improved.

"Luke, what kind of game are you trying to play?" She was tired of being 'played' for a fool.

"Lorelai, I'm not playing games with you." He seemed sincere.

"Then why are you acting so crazy? Why did you turn me down? Why are you playing romantic music in a room filled with candles?"

Luke smiled at her outpour of frustration "Because Ms. Gilmore, I'm trying to teach you a lesson."

"I beg your pardon," she retorted.

"You haven't been entirely honest with me…have you?" Uh oh.

"How dare you accuse me of such a thing?" She feigned innocence.

"Lorelai?" He warned. One more chance to fess up kid.

"What?" She stood firm.

"Perhaps you just forgot our little agreement. You know, the one in which you help me to remember things, and I reward you with coffee?"

"You stole my coffee! I'll never forget that!" She was going to have nightmares.

"Because you lied!"

"Impossible!"

"We kissed!"

Silence.

"Lorelai? You and me – we kissed…right?" He just wanted the truth.

"Who told you?" She was angry it had to come to this.

"Why didn't you?" Good point.

She didn't know for sure. "I was scared…I, I thought it might ruin our friendship."

"Impossible." He cleverly used her previous line.

She smiled. The air of tension seemed to lift. "So, what else do you know?"

He grinned. Now was his chance. "Apparently I can waltz like the best of them." He held out his hand to her, pleading with his eyes for her to take it.

Lorelai obligingly accepted his invitation. She slid neatly into his arms, truly the only woman who belonged there. They drifted gracefully to the music, stealing lasting glances at each other.

"As good as the wedding?" Luke hopefully asked.

"Better." She beamed. Lorelai felt so relaxed and at peace. She loved this man desperately.

They danced for some time, unwilling to divide their perfectly mingled bodies, until the persistent rumbling of a certain woman's stomach was cause enough for their separation.

"Like clockwork." Luke laughed. Have a seat, I was expecting you to be hungry."

"What's with all the 'expectations'," Lorelai teased.

"What's with you torturing me with your barely-there outfits?" Luke countered.

"Uh, it was all part of my game-plan," she tried to laugh. It sounded rather naïve now.

"Good plan," Luke winked.

The two enjoyed a perfect meal together, basking in the warmth of their surroundings and pleasuring in each other's company. The champagne was incredible, so too the man pouring it. The candles elicited a remarkable ambiance and truly set the mood. What a night this had been, but the night was still young. There were certainly more surprises in store. Just wait!

One more to go folks! I'm bringing out the heat for this one! It'll be a dandy!

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