Disclaimer: I don't own anything Gilmore Girls except the DVDs, and I don't currently have season 3 because my sister borrowed it, so there.

A/N: Surprise! I finished my final exam in record time (it was easier than I expected, or maybe the studying made it seem easy….hmmm), got home early, and invited the muse to descend, so you get your chapter waaay earlier than expected. How much do you love me?

Ok, the majority of you wanted to see the Luke/Lorelai interaction, so here you go. Again I want to thank you all for so much support for my first fic. I'm hoping to get over 100 reviews…that's my goal, won't you please help me?

Do you ever wonder if Amy or any of the actors ever read anything here? I think I would if I were them. I'd be interested to see what was going on…

Ok, it's Luke's turn again, italics are his thoughts.

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Luke stared intently after Rory and Logan as they left the room.

They're going upstairs. Alone. I don't know whether to be worried about him, or threaten him with bodily injury...

His thoughts were interrupted as a cold stream of water hit him in the side of the face.

What the—

"AAARGH" It was a very grunt-like yell that was pulled from his throat

"Sorry Luke, you just looked like you were getting a little hot under the collar there--" Lorelai giggled.

Oh she is SO toast.

"Lorelai--" he growled, advancing panther-like towards her.

"—besides, you needed a shower anyway, what with the whipped cream and all--"

She began backing away, still with the sprayer aimed at Luke.

She can't get far…

She reached the end of her hose and got a panicked look on her face. "Luke, Hon, let's talk about this…"

I think I'll continue to be the strong silent type…

When he got about a foot away, she said, "Don't come any closer, I'm armed!"

I can take her.

He grinned and made a move foreword. She sprayed him square in the face.

Oh, she wants to play that way does she?

He closed the distance between them in one long stride, grabbed both her hands and turned the sprayer towards her. The spray caught her right in her mouth, which was open in a wide, shocked smile.

"Luuggugguuukke," she gargled

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Then he lowered the sprayer so it was aimed down her shirt and simultaneously ducked his head so that the whipped cream that was still haphazardly stacked on the top of his head was being rubbed in her face.

All at once he pulled back completely, wresting the sprayer out of her hands, and leaving her cold, wet, sticky, and speechless.

"Wow, Lorelai, that is really a good look for you," Luke laughed.

Everything is a good look for her.

"Wet?" Lorelai questioned in a sexy voice.

God, yes!

"No," He paused for a beat, and then smirked, "Silent."

"That's it!" She advanced toward him with lightening speed, and before he knew it, she was holding onto him with both hands and smearing sticky, wet kisses all over his face. They were both laughing and struggling… and then they were falling as their feet slipped on the wet floor.

"Oof!"

Luke landed on his butt, Lorelai on top of him, straddling his lap.

I'll be feeling that tomorrow.

"Well that was fun," she said wryly.

"You only say that because you're on top," Luke grumbled.

"Dirty." They said together, and grinned.

Yes! She really is back!

"Luke," Lorelai was suddenly serious.

Hmmm…I thought we were well past serious voice….he sighed and looked into her eyes, startled to see them swimming with tears.

What did I do now?

"I—I want to thank you—for what you did tonight. You gave me my daughter back. I didn't know what I was going to do-- and you just--"

Luke put his fingers to her lips to stop her. "Shhhh, Lorelai—fixing things, helping you--this is what I'm here for--" he raised her left hand to his lips and kissed the ring he had placed there, "Forever."

And longer, God willing.

She sniffled. "Have I told you that you are the perfect man?"

"Not lately." He smiled one of those rare, true smiles.

"Well, you are, and I love you."

"I love you too, Lorelai."

He leaned in to kiss her, and was amazed again at how it was always new and exciting. He knew, no matter how long they were together, kissing Lorelai would never be average or boring.

When they separated, their skin made a sticky, crinkly sound and Lorelai wrinkled up her nose.

"We should probably clean up this mess." Luke said, getting up and helping her to her feet.

Lorelai retrieved towels from the laundry room and they mopped up the floor in comfortable silence.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder as she mopped up the last spot. "I should probably get going. I'll take Logan with me; he can sleep in Jess's old bed."

"You--are staying here, with me," she said seductively, turning out of his arms and guiding him out of the kitchen.

Riiight like that's going to happen with Rory downstairs.

"But Logan--"

"Logan will be fine. Rory will take care of him." Lorelai interrupted, leading him up the stairs.

That's what I'm afraid of.

"She's gonna make the couch up for him then?" He asked hopefully.

"Luke--" They passed the bathroom door.

It's awfully quiet in there…

"I tell you, that is one comfortable couch you have there, Lorelai."

"Luke--"

"He'll be nice and comfy." He assured, as Lorelai pulled him into her bedroom and shut the door.

Until you're asleep and I go down and beat the snot out of him, of course.

"Luke!" Lorelai interrupted forcefully, "Logan is staying here. With Rory."

"And you're ok with this?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes. I am," she said defiantly.

Just then they heard the bathroom door open and muffled footsteps and voices descending the stairs. Luke made a move toward the bedroom door, but Lorelai threw her body in front of it, arms spread across.

"Lorelai!" he said exasperated, "How can you let them go down there knowing what he's going to do to her?"

I think I'm having a heart attack

"You slept with him. Why shouldn't she?"

"That's not even funny. Now move," he bit out, glaring at her.

I have to kill him. It's nothing personal. I just do.

"No, Luke, it's not funny, and I'm not moving. I know you love her and want to protect her, but she's not a little girl anymore. She's gonna be 21 in a few months. I almost lost her because I tried to make her decisions for her. I'm not making the same mistake twice, and I won't let you make it either. She is a grown woman, and we have to respect her choices."

As Lorelai finished speaking Luke hung his head. He moved forward until his lowered head was resting on her shoulder. His arms hung limply at his sides in defeat.

I hate it when she's right.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled into her shirt. Her arms came around him and tangled in his still sticky hair. "I just don't want her to be hurt."

"I know, Hon," she whispered, drawing his head up and looking into his eyes, "and I absolutely love you for that. Rory does too. Believe me." She kissed his lips softly.

These Girls are going to be the death of me.

He put his arms around her and sighed. "Do you think he's her prince?" He whispered hesitantly in her ear.

Listen to me, I'm such a sap. She's turned me into a sap. He felt Lorelai's smile against his cheek.

"I have high hopes for him, but that's for them to decide."

They held each other in silence for a few minutes, comfortable.

God I love this woman. My Lorelai.

"Well," Lorelai said suddenly, "I hate to break up this moment we're having here, but if this stuff dries on us we'll be stuck like this permanently. What do you say we go make use of the newly vacated bathroom?" She waggled her eyebrows at him and grinned.

Ooooh no, not with them down there!

"Ok, you go first," he said as she opened the bedroom door.

"We'll go together," she replied firmly, leading him into the hallway.

"Lorelai, do you really think that's a good idea. Rory--" he began.

"—Is probably so busy making enough noise of her own that she won't even know we're here," she teased dragging him forcefully into the bathroom and locking the door.

"Aw Geez!" he growled.

Heart attack number two ladies and gentlemen.

"Besides," she continued, kissing his jaw and beginning to undress him, "It would take too long to shower separately--"

Good point.

"—and we need to get to bed. Big day tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" he asked, giving in and lifting her shirt over her head.

"We're going to see the sights of Stars Hollow," she smiled beguilingly up at him.

"Lorelai, I grew up here, what sights could there possibly be for me to see?" He grumbled, kissing her neck and backing her towards the tub.

"Oh you'd be surprised," she giggled.

Uh oh.

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A/N: I am truly sorry to all of you who wanted to see Luke squirm more; it just didn't want to come out that way. I think this is much more of a Luke/Lorelai-y situation anyway, and if I had tried to make it go the other way, I think it would have ended up being too much like the Rory/Logan interaction, and that wouldn't have been any fun, now would it?

I know Luke may seem a little OOC, but we know he has a playful side, we've seen glimpses of it, and we got the best idea of his thoughts about Rory and men in Pippi Virgin, so I don't think I'm too far off the mark. At least I hope not. Let me know. Review!

There will be at least two more chapters.