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I post this cause I can,

Person 1:What are you eating?

Person 2: Fried rice.

Person 1: I don't like fried rice, it's to brown, white rice is better.

Person 2: So you're racist?

Person 1: No I'm riceist.

Such an odd conversation to overhear, don't you think?

Chapter 2 What My Heart Desires

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Luke stared off while concentrating on not turning around. He decided that staring at the closest wall was his best bet, if he had one. The thought of Lorelai dressing behind him made him light headed and confused, because his head kept on reminding him who she was and their history and how he should just keep staring at the safe, plane, wall. While his other far more comforting voice urged him to turn around, well maybe not then at that particular moment, but soon, in a more figurative term. God knows that turning at that moment would not be his best form of action. So at the wall he stared like a good burger boy, as she had so often called him, while he thought of what the heck he was going to do when she was covered and buttoned.

Lorelai stood there teasing at the flannel shirt's numerous buttons, trying to figure out which one went where. After she looked down at her handy work she decided that it was satisfactory because if she fooled with them any longer she was afraid that Luke might freeze while staring at the wall he was so intent on facing. "Why does he look so stiff." She wondered as more of a statement of fascination than an inquiry of curiosity. She then stepped toward him and tapped him on his shoulder to pull him from fixation of the crown molding or whatever men stare at on walls as their friends dress. "Does the wall have something I don't?"

Luke turned at this; still in thinking mode he blushed slightly still not fully recovered from the thought of Lorelai dressing behind him. The thought was enough to incur this but the phrase used was enough to knock him over, how he was still standing he had no idea. The fact that his flannel on Lorelai not only suited her better than it did himself was buttoned lop-sided showing off just enough to tweak his imagination. "Time to speak now Danes." He thought to himself, seeing that she was expecting him to reply. "Erm, nothing comes to mind." He breathed, hoping that she had missed his gaze before he doubled back to the wall while he began to walk towards the stairs again.

Lorelai took an unseen pleasure from the fact that she had affected him again. She of course hadn't seen it this way, but instead that she had managed to tease him with her words. Little did she know that it was not only that but her actions. "Good cause I was worried that I'd have to have a talk with that wall over there." she then thought back to why she suddenly felt like running over to a coffee maker. "Hey, wasn't I supposed to be served coffee earlier?"

He turned around and looked back at her. The way she spoke and moved while constantly consuming that "death by liquid" was a complete mystery to him, but despite his disapproval of her addiction, coffee was what brought her to him, who could disagree with that. "You want more after just spilling it all over yourself?" But who was he kidding, he couldn't let her leave the upstairs without a fight, it would be to unfamiliar, too different, which usually lead to an "almost situation" as he called them. The "almost situations" were what Luke thought of when he came to a moment when he should have just leaned forward and kissed her, or open his mouth and ask her out, or both in or out of that order.

"Yeah of course, why not." She shrugged. It was why she had come in the first place wasn't it.

A very good question indeed…why shouldn't she. He had known her for years and he had never been able to stop her from drinking it before, though today that was not his intent. "Wait," he thought, "I have an intent now, when did this happen?"

There had begun to be a lot of pauses in their conversation at this point, both not noticing because of their not-so-different thought pattern developing. Both were in the middle of where they wanted to go, not only in the room, but also in each other.

Luke finally decided to speak again. "How about you sit there and I'll bring you your coffee." He motioned to the table behind her.

Lorelai looked at it absently and walked over and settled into the wooden seat while trying to turn her thoughts back to the coffee that was soon to be had.

Luke traveled down the stairs still thinking about what exactly was going on, usually he was so good at just leaving the well enough alone, it was usually her that pushed it. "Wait," he pulled another double back in his head as he turned to the coffee maker on the counter. "He never pushed it…she did." What an interesting thought, she was always the one that came to him. He had never once just strolled into her house to bug him or talk, granted there was nothing for him in particular at Lorelai's house for him in particular but it was still a valid point. He then went back up the stairs with his thoughts and a balanced coffee cup in his hand.

Lorelai saw him enter and smiled when she saw her "liquid death" that she loved so much. "Thank you." She gleamed at him while speaking to him. What she saw before her was what her heart desired.

Luke replied gruffly trying to gain back his composure after his sudden find, and handed the smiling Lorelai her coffee. He saw what she had seen in her cup, his unquenched addiction, his hearts desire. But what the hell was he going to do about it.

-TBC-

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P.S. sorry it was so short.