A/N: The last and final installment of Crisis and Camping and Coffee, Oh My! This one's definetly got smut, so if you are not comfortable with that, I'd stop right after Lorelai wakes up from her dream.

A/N2: The dream has no point at all whatsoever, it just took up space.

Hope everything's all up to par for you all! WINK WINK! ;) R&R, folks!

Chapter 11

"Oh Sweet Child Of Miiine!" Lorelai crooned as she slammed the door behind her. "Oh sweet child, where arts thou!" She set her purse down on the kitchen table, and heard noise in Rory's room.

Opening the door slightly, she peaked in.

The sight she saw was so endearing that it was hard for her to believe her little baby girl had grown up so fast. Rory's body was flopped haphazardly, stomach down, on top of her bed, her legs tangled in a soft blanket. Lorelai had allowed Rory to take a few days off of school—starting Monday—so that she could "recover" from the accident. However, she very well knew that Rory would be spending her days reading and catching up on school work. Lorelai had requested that Rory at least watch cartoons while she studied Faulkner, and Rory had gladly obliged, vowing to lose concentration every so often due to "that darn Roadrunner."

Completely oblivious to Lorelai's admirations, Rory shifted, her leg sticking out of the blanket, and her arm hanging off the side of her small twin-sized bed. Lorelai thought she looked so young, so innocent, and when a light grin appeared on her daughter's face, Lorelai discovered that she just didn't have it in her to break the child from her reverie.

She closed the door softly and looked around her house. A glance at the wall clock confirmed to her nerves that she had a few hours yet.

All day, Luke's thoughts were haunted with images of Lorelai launching herself at him from across the room. Her ear-to-ear smile made his knees weak, a feat that happened repeatedly on several occasions all day.

Every cup of coffee he poured reminded him of Lorelai; every danish served made his heart skip a beat. And patiently, he waited.

The llama ran across her front yard and she picked up the phone..
"Kirk, get your damn llama out of here. NOW!" she screamed into the cordless.

She walked back into her house and up to her room, walking in; she began to strip, just as she had days before. What she failed to notice this time, however, was that he was standing in the corner. He approached her, and she found that she couldn't move. She was overcome, and she fell onto the bed.

Lorelai awoke with a gasp of shock. One hand was palm down on her stomach, her chest was heaving as it hungrily devoured oxygen. One quick glace around the room told her she was in the living room, and it was dark. Suddenly she remembered her… appointment…

DIRTY!

She glanced quickly at her watch. 9:30pm.; she had to leave. Immediately, she leapt up from the couch, the blanket that had covered her body fell to the floor, forgotten.

"Rory, I'm going out!" She shouted in the general direction of her daughter's room as she grabbed her jacket and nearly ran out the door. Halfway to Luke's, she realized that she hadn't brought her purse.
No, no, no. She thought. Accessories will just slow you down. Just keep on moving forward. Oh god, you're shaking. Stop that! She continued to head in the direction of Luke's, barely noticing it when it began to rain. Drops of water hit her head with a splat, running down her face and neck, down into her shirt, and soon she was soaked to the bone.

She didn't stop running even when she felt one of her heels break beneath her. She simply kicked it off and continued on.

Luke glanced at the clock for possibly the fourth time in the past twenty minutes. The very last customer had left fifteen minutes ago, and Luke had been dutifully awaiting Lorelai's arrival. Minutes had passed, and Luke had begun to give up hope.

When it started to rain, he turned over the sign of the diner, and shut all the lights off, sighing in defeat.

Just before heading upstairs, he stole one last glance out the window. What he saw made him stop moving completely. There was a dark figure in the distance, running, stumbling, soaking wet. Instantly, he knew.

She had come.

He tore across the floor of the diner, and out the door, not even hearing the irritated jingle of the bells. He bounded towards her, and before long, his shoes were filled with water, and he could feel the moisture soaking through his clothes. The rain was pounding now, but Luke refused to let Mother Nature separate him and Lorelai.
Luke knew well enough that Lorelai Gilmore didn't run. Ever. Unless it had something to do with the words "fire" and "Rory" and "coffee" in the same sentence. Since he knew that there were no fires anywhere in the vicinity, the only explanation for her barefoot—wait, barefoot!—running had something to do with the words "I", "love", "you" and "Luke" in the same sentence.

When Lorelai saw Luke tear out of the diner, she cried out in happiness. Upon leaving her house, she'd been overcome with the fear that he'd already closed up and had gone upstairs.
Not stopping for pleasantries, she leapt into his arms. She flung two arms around his neck and immediately pressed her lips to his in a demanding kiss. Luke's arms had flown around her waist, and he was crushing her to him with amazing force.

"Luke," she breathed, rain streaming down her face, "I'm late."

"No," he gasped, between breaths, "you're right on time."

She laughed and leapt up, wrapping her legs around Luke's middle. She crushed her lips to his once again, and the searing kisses made Luke forget it was raining.

After sharing a few more desperate liplocks, Luke set Lorelai down. He put a hand on each of her cheeks, wiping the streaking mascara from her face.

"Let's go inside," he said softly, "you're soaking wet."

She laughed and electricity charged the knot that already resided in his gut.

"No shit, Sherlock." She linked arms with him, and slowly, they walked back to the diner. The rain poured around them, disabling their ability to see more than a few feet away, but neither one seemed to mind.

Luke opened the door of the diner and ushered Lorelai inside. Both were sopping wet, and Luke made a mental note to mop the floor as soon as he got a chance. As Luke locked up the front door, Lorelai continued on, up the stairs, into the apartment.

"Hey, Luke," she called down the stairs.

"Yeah?" he gruffly shouted back.

"Do you, uh, think it would be okay if I, uh, take a shower?"

Luke stopped, halfway up the staircase. Lorelai… in his shower. Naked. Somewhere in the back of his head, he heard a small voice whisper "dirty!", but before that little voice could reach some of his lower body parts, ahem ahem, he pushed the thought away.

"Uh, yeah. I'll just get you a towel," he said as he entered his apartment. Lorelai was completely naked, well, nearly. She was standing there in only a long sweater… his long sweater. She held her wet clothes out at an angle from her body. For a minute, all he could concentrate on was the soft drip-drip of the water falling on the floor.

"Luke?" Lorelai's voice broke through the fog in his head. "Luke, where should I put these?"

"Oh, uh, I'll just toss them in the dryer." He snatched a towel from the closet and traded with Lorelai. She gave him a tired smile and walked into the bathroom. The fact that she didn't close the door all the way did not go unnoticed.

He heard the water turn on, and images of the water flowing over Lorelai's body drove him to distraction. He forced himself to start mopping up the floor. He was able to get the floor mopped and her clothes in the dryer before he heard her calling him from the bathroom.

"Luke…" her voice was slightly fuzzy due to the immense amount of steam emanating from the shower. He approached the bathroom door carefully.

"What can I do for you, Lorelai?" he asked, feigning annoyance. But truthfully, his hands were shaking and he found that he could no longer stop the flood of images from entering his thoughts.

There was a pause. "Join me," she said simply.

And so he did.

He stripped off all of his clothes, the blood rushing in his ears… and his… well… it was just rushing, okay? The rushing of the blood to the parts of the body with tension of the muscles and all…

He opened the door of the bathroom, seeing little except an unclear image of her body through the wrinkled shower curtain. He opened the curtain slightly, and stepped in, eyes cast downward.

Immediately, he felt hands on his back. They lathered soap into his shoulders, and pulled him under the spray of hot water. Lorelai's hands traveled up and down his back, gliding over the muscles in his shoulder blades, easing the tension in his shoulders.

Not able to take the suspense any more, he turned around to face her.
Even sopping wet, she was gorgeous. Her hair was slicked back from her face and little rivulets of water streamed down every curve of her body. He reached out and placed a hand on her hip, nudging her forward. She willingly moved to him, and without hesitation, she captured his lips with her own.

Tongues delved passionately, as hands groped over bodies. The water slicked every movement. Luke pushed Lorelai up against the cold tile, eliciting a gasp of surprise. He pushed up against her, and at feeling his erection hard against her hip, she moaned. Dragging her nails over his butt, she pulled him closer to her.
"Luke, I need you," she moaned into his ear.

Immediately, he nudged her legs apart, driven by primal need to feel that physical connection. When he felt her tongue and teeth against his earlobe, he could control himself no longer.

With one fluid stroke, he was within her. A deep, almost guttural groan rose from somewhere within him. He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. They were alight with passion and need and desire. But most of all, there was love, and adoration, and respect, and affection.

She kissed him tenderly on the lips and he began to move.

He thrust in and out of her slowly, softly, gently. She moaned and bit her bottom lip, never breaking eye contact with him. Her hands had grown tense on his back and when they suddenly raked down towards his rear, he knew she needed him to move faster.
Without a single warning, he began to move faster, pinning her against the wall with his body. She reached up and brought her lips to his, her tongue parting his lips and glided easily into his mouth.
Even before she started moaning louder, he knew the climax was coming. He could feel it in his own gut, the need to release, to relax. He reached a hand down between their slick bodies, vaguely registering that the water had begun to turn cold. His hand glided over her stomach, down her side.

The knot in Lorelai's stomach felt as though it would burst from being so tight. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she caught Luke's eyes with hers.
Reaching her most sensitive spot, his fingers began to dance in a circular motion. Around and around they went, adding slight pressure with every revolution. A ragged gasp escaped her and she felt as though he were being catapulted into space.

Her inner muscles began to grip him spasmodically as she reached her peak. The look in her eyes as she hit the top brought him over the edge and before long, he had his head tucked into her shoulder and was pressing up against her with such force that he was afraid he would crush her.

Even after the waves of pleasure ebbed, they stayed leaning against the wall.
"Wow." Lorelai said after a few moments. Her hands rested on Luke's hips and she moved them up and down his sides. "Amazing."

"Yes," he said looking up, "you are."

The smile she gave him was dazzling, peppered with laughter and shining with love.
Her hands traveled up his back and she noticed how cold the spray was.

"Come on," she said, motioning for them to get out.

Luke climbed out of the shower first, soon followed by Lorelai, who turned off the water, and grabbed a towel. She dried herself off as much as she could before handing the towel to Luke and walking out of the bathroom. She walked to the edge of the bed, untucked the covers, and slowly slid in. She was soon joined by Luke, who pulled her to him.

"I love you, Lorelai." He said, gazing down into her eyes.

"I love you too, Luke." She said, scooting closer.
She tucked her head into his shoulder with a contented sigh and drifted off to sleep.

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THE END!

So, what do you all think? Good way to end it, or bad way to end it?

You got your smut… FINALLY. I hope it was up to par for you all.

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I'm going to take a little break, but I will be back soon with some more LL fics.

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