Part 8: A booty call

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(A/N) No shout outs this time. Because I would have to tell all of you the same. That this wasn't the end, that I was messin with ya…but seemed that I wasn't clear with that. Sorry. So…this was not the end. Nope. So please review again. For chapter 7 AND 8. Ill add shout outs, once some reviewers have acknowledged that this was not the end. I mean…seriously not even I am that stupid to end my beloved story this way. Sorry again. Uh and for those of you who want to kill me, because I killed your mailbox, pick a number and get in line. Sorry guys. Please review anyway. THANKS THANKS THANKS.

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A booty call: phrase.

A booty call happens, when an individual picks up the phone to call another individual, in order to get said individuals attention. The goal of a booty call is, to get the phoned individual to come over and provide needed services, most of the time in a sexual manor.

Note: Be sure to not dial the wrong number, when giving a booty call. Incidents such as "days in jail" , "curses" or "embarrassment on both sides" could occur.

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No coffee deprival and many hours later:

Lorelai lay on her couch, the TV running in the background. But she was not paying any attention to the program that was brought to lighten up her day. She was thinking about Luke. Her little show in the storage-room. And most importantly his reaction to it. He nearly had him. She knew she nearly had him. But then she didn't. He escaped and threatened her with coffee deprival for a month. The only thing that would make her give up and leave. And he knew that. He knew her too well. But she was not giving up. Not just yet. She reached behind her and dug out the homephone that had made itself comfortable in between the couch-cushions. She dialled a very familiar number.

It rang. Once. Twice. And a third time.

"Ya?" a grumpy voice said out of breath.

"Uh Luke. Getting hot and heavy without me there?"

"Lorelai!"

"No seriously. You're Sherlock. I can totally tell!"

"What do you want?"

"The question is. What do I need."

She asked in a very breathy voice. He didn't answer for a moment. She smirked.

"Hold on a second."

Lorelai heard Luke talking to someone.

"I'm gonna have to call you back. I'm not alone."

"Oh! So you're getting hot and heavy without me!" she accused.

"Lorelai!" he sighed.

"Fine."

"Ok. Later."

He hung up the phone.

"Kirk! I'm going to close!"

"Already?"

"Its 9 O'clock Kirk."

"No! Mothers gonna be so mad! I'm past my bedtime!"

Luke narrowed his eyes.

"Bye!" Kirk yelled and bolted out of the diner.

That was done. Luke sighed once again and locked the door. He put Kirk's dishes in the sink in the kitchen. He would do them tomorrow. Now he had to attend to Lorelai. He smirked and walked up to his bedroom. He flung down on the couch and reached for his phone, just to dial a number he knew by heart for some years.

"Stars Hollow morgue. How can I be off service? Or are you already dead?"

Luke sighed. It was just the answering machine. A beep sounded in his ear.

"Lorelai? Lorelai!" he said.

"Oh come on! I know you're there! We just talked…"

"Lorelai!" he sounded impatient.

"Fine. You don't want to…"

That was just when Lorelai picked up the phone.

"Hey Luke. What did you just say? I didn't want to…" she said seductively.

"Talk to me." He said annoyed.

"Oh that. Well. I'm here. Talk."

"You called me."

"No. You called me."

He shook his head.

"I just called you back."

"True, but you still called me."

"Fine. So…"

"Sorry that it took me so long to answer. I was just getting more comfortable."

Pictures of Lorelai in his shirt plopped into his head. Lorelai wearing his shirt. And nothing else. He frowned. Get a grip Danes!

"Uh." He managed to get out.

"You're envisioning me! Admit it!"

"Yeah. I am." He said shyly.

"Aww. Now, what am I wearing in that DIRTY fantasy of yours."

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The clothes that fit you the most. No clothes at all.

"Hmm. You are wearing one of your mothers suits. With the pearls and all."

Lorelai frowned. Way to destroy the mood!

"Ooh! Kinky!"

Now it was him who frowned.

"And how would you know it was dirty."

"Because I know you. Know you very well Butch, that is."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. I know every millimetre of your body."

"That so?"

"Some parts I like more than others."

"Oh. Really?"

She smiled.

"You bet."

"So then, what are you wearing."

"Would you believe if I said nothing?" her voice very deep.

"No."

"Fine. Remember that nice pair of bra and panties you gave me on Valentine's day?"

Luke gulped.

"I'm wearing them right now."

"Really." His voice horassed.

"Yeah. And nothing else. You know…my bed is so lonely without you. I think it misses you."

"You give up and it won't miss me anymore."

"You wish!"

"Hmm. No. I wish for other things. Placing you on the covers…"

She didn't hear him anymore. Images of her lying on the bed and Luke hovering over her, with a can of whipped cream in hand. Spraying it on her stomach. He bent his head down and started to slowly lick it off.

"Mmmh." Lorelai moaned.

"Lorelai?"

"Mmh."

"The thought of Kirk is getting you hot?"

He laughed.

"K-Kirk?" she stuttered.

"Yes Kirk. Him…"

"Don't even finish that sentence!" she growled.

"Were you even listening to what I said?"

"No?"

"Oh."

"I was thinking about me and whipped cream." She said in a very low voice.

Luke closed his eyes. No. Not her and whipped cream. Spraying it on her stomach. Licking it of ever so slowly. Caressing her legs with his hands, while doing so. He shuddered.

"Luke? Luke?"

"Uh yeah?"

"Me and whipped cream huh?" she teased.

He sighed.

"You know I'm lying in bed."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah."

"Wearing those Valentines day presents I got you."

"And nothing else."

He frowned.

"What are you wearing?"

He looked himself up and down.

"Would you believe if I said nothing?" he mocked her.

"Hmm. Yeah. I would."

"Well that's what I'm wearing then."

"That or a pink tutu."

HE frowned.

"Aww. Don't be embarrassed. I know you."

"I'm wearing my white muscle shirt. And the blue jeans."

She gulped. Her most favourite outfit.

"Oh look at that! My tattoo!"

She envisioned him, pinning her down on her bed. Wearing his white muscle shirt. His tattoo lurking out ever so slightly.

"Lorelai!" he breathed.

Him bending down and kissing her deeply. Finally pulling away. Picking her up and holding her close. Caressing her back. Trailing kisses down her neck.

"Lorelai." He breathed again.

"Mmh." She moaned.

He smirked. Oh he had her.

"You're losing." He whispered.

She could feel his lips trailing kisses on the side of her neck. Kissing her behind her ear.

"Oh yeah." He chuckled.

Her eyes snapped open. No. That was so not good. So not good.

"Damn you!" she yelled.

She hung up and threw the phone across the room. She jumped up and ran into the bathroom. Oh how much she needed a cold shower now. Damn Luke! He was supposed to cave! Not her! He might have won the battle, but she would win the war. Oh yes little Luke. There will be hell to pay.

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Thanks bunches for the ones that didnt give up on me and kept reading! PLEASE review, so I know Im not all alone. Uh, so I know me and my purple button are not all alone!