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Lorelai felt the soft rays of morning warming her body as she awoke. It took only a few seconds for the previous night's events to come rushing back to her. Briefly, she feared that it had all been a dream, but then the rest of her senses began to awaken. She felt her lips curve into a smile. Her legs were entangled in his, and she could feel his fingers gently tracing patterns on her bare hip. She let her eyes flutter open and found him staring at her.

He grinned when he saw that she was indeed awake. "Good morning, beautiful," he said before lightly kissing her lips.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

His hand was roaming lazily across her back. "I wouldn't call it staring. I was watching you sleep. I forgot how quiet you could be when you're sleeping."

She smacked his chest playfully. "Is that a crack at my talkative nature?" She shrugged. "All right then."

"I've missed waking up beside you," Luke offered. "My apartment was too quiet without you demanding coffee first thing in the morning. And don't I sound like some sappy, sentimental fool," he added.

She snuggled closer to him. "It's nice. This is nice." She was quiet for a few moments, enjoying the comfortable silence between them. "Hey, Luke?"

"Hmm?" he murmured into her hair.

"I need coffee," she informed him. She could feel his chuckling rustling her hair. "You know that I can't function without it."

"And I suppose that I'm the one who has to go get you coffee?" he asked, sitting up.

Lorelai shook her head. "We could go get some breakfast. I am starving!" she announced.

"What else is new?"

"Oh, come on, admit it! You missed me and my impossible eating habits."

"No one else orders two pieces of pie in one sitting. Well, Kirk did that once, but he ended up turning green from eating too much."

"You have me naked in bed, and you're talking about Kirk. Is there something I should know-" she began to tease.

Luke leaned down to kiss her. Immediately, she was quiet. "Still works," he commented.

She pulled him down to her for another kiss, quickly deepening it. "How important is this breakfast to you?"

"It was your idea," he reminded her.

As if on cue, her stomach growled. She laughed. "I guess we'll have to save this for later."

He gave her one last chaste kiss. "You can count on that."

They both quickly showered and dressed. They decided that they'd get breakfast somewhere near her hotel, and then head over to the place Luke stayed the night before to gather his things. After that, Lorelai was going to show Luke Paris.

She was talking excitedly about the things she wanted to show him while munching on her omelet. A strong breeze blew her hair into her face, and Lorelai struggled to pull it back. Luke was looking at her with an amused expression as he watched her fighting her wild hair. "What?" she asked.

He raised his hands. "Don't look at me. You're the one who insisted on eating outside like we're hoodlums."

The wind finally settled down, letting Lorelai smooth her hair out. "Look around us, Luke, everyone is eating outside. It's French."

He snorted. "The French are crazy."

"And so am I. That must be why we get along so great together," she joked. "This is nice, Luke. Trust me. Besides, it's not like we're eating on the ground," she tried to reason with him.

He reluctantly agreed. "I guess." She looked so happy, practically glowing. "You really love this, don't you? Being here."

Lorelai didn't answer him. She just continued smiling at him. The truth was that she was happy here, but something had always been missing. She knew what it was... Luke. But he was here now, sitting right in front of her. She didn't have to sit and eat alone like all the other days. All she had to do was reach out, and she could touch him. Silently, she placed her hand over his.

They finished their meal and headed to Luke's hotel. His room was dark, and it appeared that the walls were molded.

She gingerly picked up a blanket between her fingers and held it far away from her body. "Are you sure that only one thing is growing in here? It doesn't look like it's been cleaned since Ingrid Bergman and Humphrey Bogart were in Paris together."

"It was a cheap room," he stated, ignoring her comment. "I was kind of hoping that I wouldn't have to stay here at all."

She tossed the blanket on the floor. "I sure hope that you showered before coming to see me."

"Twice," he assured her as he zipped up his suitcase. "Ready?"

"Oh! Luke! I think that something is moving over there. Under that blanket!" she cried.

"Lorelai, it is not that bad here," he stated. However, he still turned to where she had thrown the blanket. Sure enough, the blanket shifted on its own accord. "Let's go," he said, ushering her out of the room.

Once out on the street, Lorelai shuddered. "I need a shower."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I thought that you wanted to show me Paris?"

They returned to her hotel to drop off Luke's suitcase, and after much insisting from Lorelai, they both showered and put on fresh clothes. Luke had been wearing a button-down dress shirt from the night before, but now he was wearing his usual attire, a flannel shirt.

Lorelai ran her hands over the soft material. She had missed the feel of it. "You're really going to blend in on the streets of Paris. I think the lumberjack look went out of style here a long time ago." She furrowed her brow in thought. "Come to think of it, it probably was never in style here. What would Louis Vuitton think if he saw you? He'd probably have us kicked out of the country."

"Hopefully, it won't come to that." He fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "If you really want me to, I could change. I brought other shirts."

He moved to go back to his suitcase, but she caught his arm. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his chest. The soft fabric caressed her cheek. "Don't. Who cares what Louis Vuitton, or anyone else for that matter, will think? Personally, I love this look." She looked up at him. "It's part of the whole Luke appeal." She pulled away. "Just one thing is missing." She rummaged through his suitcase until she found the familiar item. She held it up in triumph. "Found it!"

He took the baseball cap from her grasp and placed it backwards on his head. "Is the look complete?"

She nodded. "I think so."

Lorelai ushered Luke through as much as Paris as she could. Because of her trip with Rory, she knew the "must-sees", and she wanted to show him as many of them as possible.

They made quite the pair as they walked down the streets of the immense city. She was bubbly, talking a mile a minute, and practically jumping up and down with glee every time she showed Luke something. On the other hand, he was gruff, quiet, constantly rolling his eyes at the things his girlfriend said and did, and yet he almost always had a small smile on his face, just for her.

Lorelai was also playing the part of hyper tourist as she snapped an endless amount of pictures of Luke, or approached other tourists to take a picture of the two of them together. Luke eventually threatened to push both her and the camera into one of the fountains at Place de la Concorde if she didn't get the camera out of his face. She told him that he wouldn't dare do that, but she reluctantly tucked the camera away anyway.

They had been out for hours when Luke suggested that they return to the hotel.

"But I'm starving," she argued. "I need sustenance." Then, spotting a street vendor, she exclaimed, "Ooh! Crêpes!"

He grabbed her arm, stopping her before she could make her way over to the vendor. "I thought that we could go back and change, and then, I was going to take you out."

Lorelai smiled at the thought. "A romantic dinner?"

He grinned slyly. "Maybe."

She pulled him close and gently kissed him.

Before Luke knew what was happening, she had stepped away and was heading towards the stand. "What are you doing?"

"I just need something to take the edge off," she shouted over her shoulder. "Don't you worry, hun, there will still be plenty of room in what you call my bottomless pit." She returned shortly with her hand wrapped around the delicious treat. She had already begun to eat it, and a small amount of chocolate had dribbled down her chin. She held it out to Luke. "Want some?"

He wiped the escaped chocolate off her face with his thumb. "What the hell is that thing?"

"It's a crêpe with chocolate and bananas." He was giving her a look of disgust. "Bananas are healthy," she reasoned with him. She took another bite. "Come on, just try it. One bite will not kill you." She held up the crêpe so that it was inches away from his mouth.

He put his hand over hers as he leaned forward and took a small bite. She was giving him an expectant look so he said, "It's not that bad."

She finished the rest of her dessert long before they arrived back at the hotel.

Luke changed quickly and waited for Lorelai to come out of the bathroom. He was beginning to get impatient, ready to complain, when she finally walked out. His breath caught in his throat. She was stunning. A gorgeous satin green sundress accentuated her curves and went well with her bright blue eyes and dark hair. She had managed to tame her curls from the humid weather they had faced all day. His gaze traveled the length of her body, taking her all in.

He remained silent for quite a bit of time, so Lorelai spoke first. "I take the stunned silence to mean that you like it."

Her voice brought him back down to earth. "You look amazing," he said as he embraced her. "A part of me is a little nervous as to why you packed a dress like this."

"Are you jealous that someone else might have been seeing me in this dress instead of you?" she teased. Luke did not look amused. "I bought the dress yesterday. Who knew it would come in handy so soon? It must have been fate that told me to buy it."

"I'm not going to argue with that." He ran his hands down her sides. "As long as I'm the one who gets to take it off, I don't care when or why you bought it."

"Why, Luke Danes, you're awfully sure of yourself!" she exclaimed as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the room.

The entire cab ride, Lorelai pestered Luke about where they were going, but he refused to tell her. After what seemed like forever to her, the car stopped at the end of a side street off the Champs Elysées. She looked around, but didn't see anything of interest. "Here?" she questioned.

Luke paid the driver, got out of the cab, and came over to open her door. "We're going to walk the rest of the way," he told her as he took her hand. She gave him a confused look, but allowed him to lead her onto the Champs Elysées. "I was trying to think of the perfect place to take you. I thought about taking you to a little French restaurant, but you are very picky sometimes, and I didn't want to hear you complain about it." She opened her mouth to protest, but he continued before she could say anything. "But when we were out walking here earlier, I saw the perfect place."

A thought popped into her head as he said that. "You're not taking me to McDonald's are you?"

He shook his head. "Only you would eat at a place like that." They continued down the street a little ways when he finally stopped in front of Planet Hollywood. "Here."

She clapped her hands together and jumped up and down like a giddy child. "Really, Luke!"

He nodded. "I know we have these back in the U.S., but something told me that you'd love to go here."

She threw herself into his arms. "You're the best," she said with a kiss.

The two of them spent the entire evening talking and laughing together. Lorelai looked at all the movie memorabilia excitedly, and tried to explain to Luke why each piece was so important. He rolled his eyes at her, but he loved watching her enthusiasm.

After their meals and the two desserts Lorelai insisted they ordered, they returned outside to the famous street.

Lorelai shivered when the cool night air hit her exposed skin. Instantly, Luke's arms enveloped her, trying to bring her warmth. She turned in his embrace so that she was facing him. "You are going to get very lucky tonight, mister," she promised.

"Is that so?" he said, leaning into her.

"You bet," she finished before capturing his lips. She deepened the kiss almost immediately as he pulled her closer. The world around her began to disappear as she felt Luke's hands begin to roam over her body and through her hair. She didn't care that they were standing in the middle of a heavily populated street, necking like a couple of teenagers for everyone to see, as long as she was with him.

She stood on her tiptoes in order to reach him better. At once, one of his hands settled at the small of her back to support her.

And suddenly, Luke was the only thing she was aware of.

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