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A/N: WOW! I am so overwhelmed by the reviews I got. I was so worried the fluffiness would blind you or something. No really, I love the fluffy... so here it goes again! I tried to add the occasional smart-ass comment here and there to loosen it up, though. I had originally planned on adding much more to this, but I thought Hey, lets give the people what they want--give 'em another chapter already! So you asked for it, and I split the chapter in two. It flowed a bit better that way anyways. And I promise it will be up soon. This chapter does have importance to it! So don't just think it's a bit of a filler chapter. No, no... Luke and Lorelai talking time--in bed--alwaysss has importance. Just you wait...

Thank you again to everyone who reviewed. You each individually pushed me to speed up the writing process! And I want to specially thank Susi and Ali for your massive, massive support and advice. You girls are freakin' amazing.

Ch. 2: Pillow Talk Makes Them Smile

"Now that's what I call primordial," Lorelai sighed as she plopped down on the pillow next to Luke, wiping at the beads of sweat that had formed on her chest.

The apartment was dark, only streaks of light were cast upon the ceiling as they slipped in from the street. The only sounds were the sporadic creaks of the bed and ragged breathing from the two on said bed.

Luke was on his back, propped up by the three pillows behind him, with an arm around Lorelai's shoulder. He sighed deeply and kissed her hair, a lazy grin appearing on his face, "To say the very least...''

Lorelai laughed and tilted her head up to him, "So what's the consensus?''

Luke surrendered. "Engagement sex is better than makeup sex..." he said, rolling his eyes. He couldn't help but laugh, though.

"Told you," she said, kissing him squarely on the lips. "We should get engaged more often!''

Even with the minimal light, Lorelai could see Luke raise an eyebrow at her questioningly, so she defended her proposition, "I mean, to each other of course... I'm pretty positive that I couldn't have that primordial of a sexual post-engagement romp with just any other guy..." but this only caused Luke's relaxed eyebrow to shoot up and join the other, "Not pretty positive--I meant, positive, absolutely 100--no! 1000 positive! ...Not that I am thinking of getting engaged to anyone else... or imagining any primordial sex-capades with any other man..." she said it all so quickly that she felt like she deserved a slap upside the head, but she refrained from doing so.

Oh damn, damn, damn my stupid, uncontrollable mouth... well, except for the proposal, which was partly done by my uncontrollable mouth, but that turned out pretty freakin' well... Deciding that she was already past done, and knowing that he must have understood that it was just another quirky ways of telling him how happy she is about all this, Lorelai sheepishly smiled and stuck her hand out in front of them, "Did I tell you how much I love my ring?" It came out lamely, but she meant it to be genuine, even if it was partly a tactic to get her out of her little mess of a rant she had worked herself into.

Luke's eyebrows relaxed and he smirked as he tightened his arm around her. He ran his fingers up and down her arm, causing Lorelai to shiver.

"Lorelai, I knew what you meant..." she glanced up at him and kissed him right under his ear, before gazing back down at his hand playing with hers, his fingers paying special attention to her ring finger.

"It looks good," he agreed, trying as hard as he could to conceal the ridiculous grin he was previously displaying.

"Oh come on--it looks better than good," she said, slapping his chest playfully.

Luke brought her hand up, his fingers still intertwined with hers, and kissed it. "It looks perfect," he whispered to her, as she gazed up to him. If Lorelai's cheeks were hurting her because of the never-ending smile she'd had plastered across her face for the past three hours, the pain was sure as hell not showing.

Lorelai rolled slightly further onto Luke's chest, throwing her leg completely over his body, and smiled into his chest, kissing him repeatedly as she made her way up his collarbone, to neck, along his jaw line, finally arriving at his mouth. She left one last lingering kiss on his lips before she pulled away quickly, pushing off his shoulders, "That's it mister... we should go to bed!''

"Lorelai!" Luke said, exasperated.

Lorelai slumped across him, her hips were practically on his upper chest, and she began to fiddle with the alarm clock on his bedside table as she rambled on to herself, "It's practically two in the morning and we gotta be up in three and a half hours... oh man, am I gonna look like hell tomorrow--although what do they say about the after-glow thing newly engaged women get...? That might help with the bags under the eyes..." Luke, knowing perfectly well that he in no way was going to be getting up at his usual time, simply smiled at her attempt to be responsible at such an obscure time, not to mention while being in such a compromising position. Luke pulled her back and slid her gently down his chest so that she was level with his gaze.

"But Luke," she explained in a concerned voice, "it's 1:58 a.m. and you need we need to get up because if we don--" but Luke cut her off, leaving her with a look of disbelief.

Luke feigned agitation. "Lorelai! We," pointing between them, "just got engaged. Right?" he asked her in a playful, yet authoritative, voice.

Lorelai rolled her eyes and answered, "Yes but what about--" but Luke cut her off again.

"Okay, so don't you think that we deserve a little alone time, away from the diner and the inn so we can… be together… alone?" Luke smiled suggestively at the last part, and couldn't help but blush a bit at his insinuation, remembering the past three hours of time they'd spent... alone... together... in bed.

A wide smile replaced her previous look of confusion, "Why sir, you are absolutely right! How silly of me to put forth the needs of those in this town before our own… those who expect and pay generously for our services. Especially when we hath just exchanged promises of love and life and ho--" but Luke, once again, cut her off, How dare he! She thought.

He kissed her lightly on the lips, before telling her to shut up and reminding her, "For the record, that was extremely dirty on several different levels."

She gasped. "Ohh, you're right... I know how you get when I talk about the townies in one of my wacky double entendres, especially when we're naked," she said with a cheeky grin. She laughed into his chest as she rolled off him and into his outstretched arm, still leaving one leg loosely around his stomach.

The two of them laid in silence for a good ten minutes... their breathing returned to normal, creating a smooth hum that filled the room. Luke's eyes were closed and a soft smile played on his lips. He wasn't asleep, but in his head he was watching Lorelai in a beautiful off-white, strapless dress. She was holding hands with him, who was smiling like an idiot in a stupid penguin suit, (Which actually does not look half bad on me, I gotta say)... and they were standing together under her--their--Chuppah. The short clip was on repeat in his head... playing over and over again. He just couldn't get enough of it.

Lorelai's demeanor, however, had changed within the past few moments. Her eyes--full of hope and passion and love, lips smiling like there was no tomorrow--now focused sternly on the window in front of the bed. They were now narrowed, her lips pursed tightly. She felt slightly confused, a little angered, and a whole lot of upset. Not at Luke, of course, if anything he made me forget it all for a while... God knows where I'd be right now if it weren't for him. But--...what am I going to do with her... She thought, before whispering, "Luke..."

His eyes fluttered open (Oh, so masculine, Danes, he thought mockingly) and he placed his free hand, the one that had not already been claimed by Lorelai's back, on her flat stomach. "Hmm," he murmured back, still enjoying the picture of them, which he presumed to be their wedding day, No. We just like to dress up like that and stand under a blossom covered Chuppah for fun! He couldn't help but laugh inwardly at his lame sarcasm.

Lorelai sighed heavily, "Am I a bad mother for not wanting to tell my daughter about the engagement right now..." Her eyes fixated on the window as she spoke, but then gradually traveled to Luke's face when he did not respond immediately.

"You, Lorelai," he said gently, cupping one of her cheeks, "are the world's best mom. I'm serious... You're just going through a rough time with Rory, though. And after what she's gone and done... the boat--with that punk," Luke gritted his teeth at this, "…and Yale, and moving out… it's completely understandable that you wouldn't want to tell her right now..." He paused and worked his jaw from one side to the other subtly, thinking about how to phrase his next question. He always thought Rory had liked the idea of him and Lorelai… he did keep her in coffee, after all. But he couldn't help but wonder… "Do you not want to tell her because you are angry with her... or because you think she'll be mad at you because of… this?" he asked timidly, trying hard to hide his insecurities.

Lorelai sighed, "Because I'm angry with her, Luke, that's all," she said surly, "Obviously she doesn't want to listen to what I have to say, so why should I tell her about this right now?" There was no need for Luke to reply; he knew her love for the rhetorical question. He simply nodded and ran his hand soothingly across over her hip. What if Rory is mad though... I could never live with myself knowing that she didn't--approve...--of the idea of Lorelai and I getting married. Lorelai continued, interrupting his thought, "Of course I want to tell her… and its not like I'm keeping it from her just to spite her or anything. I just don't want her to say something she'll regret later just to hurt me." Lorelai sighed once more before continuing, "She won't mean it—she couldn't and she knows that too. But I just don't want to take that chance knowing it will always have been her first reaction to this…" She didn't want Luke to worry, Rory loves him, she always has and I'm probably just making up things in my head now about her new crazy persona she's taken on… Deciding it was time to reassure him, she added, "This wonderful, fantastic, absolutely mind blowing thing we have here."

Luke, whose forehead had become slightly creased from worrying about her real incentive for not telling Rory, relaxed at this and kissed her hair, leaving his mouth to rest there as she spoke again.

"And just so you know Luke, Rory has always thought of you as a father figure in her life... she would be so happy for us--I know that much. It's probably the only thing I'm sure of about that girl right now..."

Luke kissed her temple this time, brushing his lips against her skin, as Lorelai snuggled further into the crook of his arm. "Thank you," he said softly.

"No, thank you, hun," she said, her lips curving up into a crooked smile, as nuzzled closer to him, if that even was possible.

Luke knew she didn't want to be going into this right now. He also knew the subject would be a fragile one for a while, and he didn't want her to have to deal with that tonight--or this morning, rather--so he attempted to reassure her one last time before she really closed the topic, "Don't worry, Rory will come around. Deep down she knows what's best--she'll remember all of the things you've done for her, everything you've taught her, instilled in her... everything you've given her. It'll all knock some sense into her sooner or later, and she'll come back to you," At this, Lorelai took his hand that was drawing circles on her stomach and intertwined her fingers with his, as if trying to act out a thank you, That man does loveee his actions--oh, dirty! And she smiled even more at that.

Luke knew he had done his job: he'd reassured the Wonderwoman he loved so much, Not an easy feet, he told himself. Maybe he had spoken a bit too soon, though.

"You're right, I know she'll come home... and who knows, maybe a little separation is what we need..." she knew it wasn't true in the long run, but maybe it was just a little temporary statement she would have to say to convince herself not to force her back--or maybe it was just the anger talking, "At least it's what I need because I'm so pissed at her who knows what I'd say or do..." she mumbled it all under her breath, playing it off as a joke. But Luke knew better.

He knew she didn't mean it, Well, maybe she did mean it a little--I know I'd be yelling and… probably dressed all in black with gloves and masks, I bet…helping Lorelai pull Rory into a van and speeding her off into the night back to Sanityville... well as sane as Stars Hollow can get compared to Hartford. Luke decided to lighten the mood, hoping it would tide Lorelai over until the next time they were to talk about the Rory incident, "But if Rory it taking a little longer than you'd like, the chemical imbalance slash kidnapping idea will work," he said half-kidding.

Lorelai, wrapping her hand around the opposite side of his neck, kissed the side facing her lovingly, gently pressing her tongue to his skin... before sliding up and whispering into his ear, "I am so in love with you," and then kissed him again just below ear. She leaned up once more and said, "Goodnight Mr. Danes...''

Luke, who had been in heaven for the past minute--What the hell am I talking about, I'm still there!--had his eyes closed, a indescribable smile splayed across his face. "Goodnight Ms. Gilmore," he responded softly.

"Ms. Gilmore… soon to be Mrs. Danes," she said yawning quietly, before adding in a slightly shocked tone, "Woah... 'mrs.' makes me seem so old...''

Luke, eyes still closed and the grin still splayed, laughed lightly at this, "You could never be old, Lorelai... inside or out," he said pointedly.

"Aww, babe, that's so sweet." Lorelai lightly patted his cheek playfully, "Look at you trying to make me forget that I'm pushin' 40...''

Luke was starting to drift off to sleep, wanting the repeating five-second clip of the two of them under the Chuppah to develop into more, knowing it would come with sleep. "Yeah, well, that's what boyfriends are supposed to do," he said yawning.

Lorelai, too, was then drifting... she had been so emotionally and physically drained for the past few hours... but she wasn't about to complain. Well, I could have lived without the draining from Rory, but Luke on the other hand... I'll take that kind of emotional and physical draining any day..."Fiancées, Luke." she corrected him, stifling a yawn of her own. She understood though… she could hardly believe it herself.

"Yup, fiancés," he finally said, the right corner of his mouth shooting up one final time, before he slid his arm around her even further… as she centered all the energy she had left in her to tighten her leg around his thigh. It was the last thing either of them said before quickly falling into deep, deep sleeps... both happily catching the full viewing of the preview Luke had in his mind earlier.

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