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"Hello there sailor," Luke's eyes snapped up, and as he stared, the cup of coffee he'd been pouring overflowed onto his pristine white counter.
"Oh jeez," He muttered grabbing a dishtowel, and furiously mopping up his mess. "Uh, hi." He responded without looking into her eyes. She slid onto the stool, her eyes hidden by a pair of oversized black sunglasses, her head wrapped with a scarf a la Grace Kelly. Her black pea coat was hardly covering her stupendous attributes, and it was evident she wasn't wearing a bra. The name Mimi was emblazoned on a nametag, which sat precariously on the lapel of her coat.
"I'd like a cup of coffee, with coffee on the side," she murmured, her hand working the muscles arm. Luke looked up, unimpressed.
"Mimi, is it? I'm sorry to tell you this, but we're out." The woman frowned, her fingers, which had been swirling figure 8's on his plaid shoulder, dropping quickly.
"I'll sleep with you, for it." She hummed, flicking open another button from her coat, dangerously close to revealing herself in public.
"I'm sorry Mimi, I'm a happily married man." He said, hiding his smile as he turned, and picking up the coffee pot, walked from behind the counter to pour for another customer.
"Hey!" The woman exclaimed pointing a long manicured fingernail. "You have coffee right there! I see it! You have to give me some now!" She laughed manically, and buttoned her coat to the top. As he stepped back behind the counter, and she grinned. "Pity. You could've had a great view." Luke, nodded glumly, pouring a splash in her cup and walked away shaking his head in disgust. Taking a sip, the woman frowned and banged the mug back on the counter!
"That was DECAF!" She exclaimed angrily. Luke smiled again, but turned and placed an order to Caesar in the kitchen.
"And isn't a pity you already used all your good material?" The woman frowned and she glared at him, he grinned.
"I hate you, Luke Danes!" She exclaimed standing and beginning to storm out. Laughing, Luke caught up with her, and walked her to the street.
"I'll see you at home, crazy lady." He murmured against her hair, pulling her in for a quick kiss.
"No more of that!" She laughingly muttered, "that's how we got in trouble the last time." But she leaned forward again, trapping his lips with hers. His arms encircled her waist, and she relaxed into him. "I'm really glad you can still do that." Luke looked down at her, the question in his eyes. "Hello? I'm as a big as a house!" Luke pulled her once more, his grin widening.
"Yeah, but you're my house."
Author's Note: I know. It's kind of eh. But it's cute don't you think? And yes, obviously the woman is Lorelai. And no, she didn't get fat. She's pregnant. That's why he won't let her drink coffee.
