I'm sooo...ooo sorry it took me so long to update. The first... three (?) weeks of school are always the most hectic. Since it's Labor Day long weekend, I finally got enough time to update. Yay! Hope you like this chapter!

Ooh! and also tomorrow (the 6th) is my birthday, so happy birthday to me!

moviebuff9: As funny as the actual show? Wow, that's a really good compliment.

bAyLeIgH aNnE: Yeah, I thought letting them have their mother-daughter time would probably be what Luke would do, and there has been some OOC-ness, but I thought at least this part was right on.

ProFfeSseR: Two seperate rooms? I like that idea. I guess the good thing for me about not having any GG obssessed friends, is that I don't get spoiled. Sorry you are. And yes that thing about your parents was ver TMI-esque.

JJFluffStuffForeva: ProFfeSseR also suggested getting two seperate rooms. I really like that idea, so i might have to use it. lol

falcons my daddy: nice review!

orangesherbert7: nice, long review! No, I didn't fall off the face of the Earth this time either. Man, wouldn't that suck though. To just be like watching tv or sleeping or getting on the computer and just fall off the face of the planeet. Man, that would suck. Anyway, I hope this chapter lives upi to those expectations of yours.

Jeanann: Cheesepie? That sounds like a lame nickname. I saw something on Food Network on Good Eats (love that show!) where they were talking about how it's more like a cutard than either a cake or a pie, but I can't remember the reasoning behind that. Oh well. Hope you like this chapter.

javarox: Hmm, yeah. "practiaclly raping Luke", yeah, I liked that part too. lol

Diclaimer- Would you believe that I don't own this? No? Well, I don't. Now, believe it or I'll sic my tire-iron guys on you, cause I'm weird like that.

Yay, chapter nine!

Lorelai's POV

After leaving and some wandering, we make it to a park. There's a fountain in the middle with a playground over to the side.

Rory whispers something to me, but Luke's hand is on back lower back so I kinda missed it. "Huh?" I'm snapped out of whatever that was now.

"Luke, can you step away for a sec, she can't focus."

I give her a glare. He moves his hand and steps back a couple times. But I liked him there! "You were saying, Rory," I say with the same glare.

"I'm gonna walk away now, kay. You and Luke will be alone to talk or whatever. Just please don't tell me what you did while you were alone, please," she half whispers, but Luke probably heard.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, ...and thanks."

"No problem."

She walks toward the fountain flipping open her book again.

"Looks like were alone," I say sighing, pretending to be disappointed.

"Oh, well."

"We'll just have to entertain ourselves 'til she comes back," I say still acting disappointed but putting an arm around him

"Dirty." He wraps both of his arms around my stomach.

"Why yes, I was hoping so." He's smiling a lot, and I love it so I think I'm smiling a lot too. I kiss him quickly. How sexy is it that he said 'dirty'?

"What was that for?" He's grinning like a maniac, ...but the good kind... or something.

"What, you didn't want it? I can take it back." I kiss him again.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that."

"Oh, well, then I'll give it back to you." I kiss him again.

"Viscous circle."

"But viscous in a good way, no, a bad way, but that's good in this case. Yet another viscous circle!"

"I don't think this is why she left us alone."

"She said we could do 'whatever'. To me that usually means something dirty."

"It would, wouldn't it?" he mutters.

"Ugh!" I hit him on the chest lightly.

"Well, you just said it yourself."

"Yeah, okay." I change the subject. "You wanna talk?"

"I think we should."

"Probably... Sooo, ...why didn't you kill me for kissing you last night?"

"Lorelai," he cautions. I know this is a sensitive subject for us, but we have to hit it at some point.

"Luke," I say with the same inflection and getting as close to copying that gruffness in his voice as possible. "...Luke, come on, answer me."

"You really don't know?"

"Well, I know this morning you said you like me. Did you know that last night when I kissed you?"

"I think I had some idea, yeah."

Was that sarcastic? Was it more definite than that and he just won't admit it, or did he really just 'have some idea'? "Really? Since when?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Cause it does. Please tell me." I pout at him.

"A while."

"Could you be vaguer?"

"Probably."

"I won't kiss you again 'til you tell me."

"You can't bribe me, Lorelai... How 'bout you tell me first?" He grins at the idea.

Oh great. "Tell you what?"

He sighs. "When did you start dreaming about me?"

Now I sigh. "God, um, a while ago?"

"Could you be vaguer?"

"Hey, I asked you first... Ooh! We could say it at the same time."

"Uh, no."

"We could each write it down on a piece of paper and trade."

"Lorelai."

"Hey, I told you about the dreams, I struck the first kiss. Isn't that enough from me right now? Please." I pout again. "I'm only asking for you to go first, that's all."

"Making me feel guilty?"

"Oh, yeah."

"It worked."

"Yay!"

He mumbles something really quietly. I can't hear him.

"Stop staring at your shoes and say it again, Babe."

He looks up and into my eyes. "Since the day we met."

My mouth flings open, and my jaw drops, but I'm smiling. I'm definitely smiling. My eyes start to water, and my breathing is uneven. They're happy tears, ...I think.

"Are you okay?" He puts his hand on my back again. That's not helping me think, Luke. God, he's so sexy right now!

And I'm kissing him again.

Eventually, he pulls away. Damn it, Luke.

"Why'd you stop?" I ask, catching my breath. "Not one for public displays of affection?"

"Not really." He's grinning.

"You know you'd think I'd be mad that you wasted so much time, but I did too, so I'm just as mad at myself." I kiss him again, to delay his response.

"You're kidding."

"No, then it would be funny, and it's not funny."

"No, it's not. Did, uh, did Rory know?"

"I told her about a month ago when she heard the dreams for the first time."

"God."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I did the same thing."

"Yeah... At least that's when I actually confessed. I'm sure she knew to a certain extent for... a while."

"Hmm."

"So why would you date Rachel and Nicole if you know you wanted me?"

"I'm just gonna ask you the same question."

"Hmm... So, you gonna answer me?"

"Well, I never thought you... for like of a better... phrase 'liked me back'."

"Geez, of course you didn't," I mutter. "It wasn't to make me jealous though, was it?"

"No."

"Good." Cause it sooo didn't!

"And you?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you date, almost get married, if you knew you liked... me?"

"I don't know... I guess it was pretty much sexual. That's what Max was at first. I never meant for it to get that serious. I mean there were feelings there, but not love."

Okay, he's really uncomfortable now.

"Sorry."

"I asked."

"Yeah, you did... Then there was Chris and Alex, both just fulfilling my... 'needs'."

"Geez."

"What's funny though, is that I still had like three you-dreams while I was with Alex, and two when I was with Max. Alex heard one of them."

"God."

"I think I explained that I had just seen a movie with a hot guy named Luke in it. He bought it, wasn't exactly the brightest guy ever, hot, but not too bright... Okay, I'm finished talking."

"That's a first."

"Ha... ha."

"Let's go back to Rory."

"Why? She likes reading, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if we took a little longer to... do stuff."

"Lorel--" I kiss him of course, savoring every last bit of Luke I can get until we have to go back and have Rory be our chaperone.

"You taste really good right now."

"Lorelai, stop it. French people already hate us."

"You and I personally?"

"No."

"Well, I don't care. We're never gonna see these people again."

"True."

"How bout we move farther away from Rory, would that make you more comfortable?"

"Probably."

"Well, where do you want to go?"

"I don't know."

"How bout we go back to the motel room?" I ask seductively.

"How bout we get our own motel room?"

"Seriously?" I step back a little, surprised.

"I don't know."

"Well, you said it!"

"Well, nevermind, maybe!"

I start laughing a little at this situation. "Maybe?"

"Yeah, I don't know," he says defeated. He's walking towards where Rory's sitting now. I run after him.

"What are you doing?"

"Your mother scares me," he says to Rory sitting down next to her.

"You're not alone." She pats him on the back.

He scoots closer to Rory as I come closer. I sit on her other side pouting a little, crossing my arms over my chest. "You're the scary one," I mutter.

"And why's that?" Rory inquires.

"You don't wanna know."

"Thank you." She hugs me.

"Now if that was Luke's reaction when I kept him out of the loop, I would love him even more."

His head shoots up at that word. Oops.

"Sooo," Rory says changing the subject, "Anyone else hungry or is it just me?" That's why I love her!

"I could use something to eat." I chime in.

"Good, let's go!" Rory and I jump up, but Luke's still sitting there.

"You coming?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah." He gets up as well.

About thirty minutes later, Rory and I are having pie. Luke's thinking about... stuff.

I get a bite on my fork and lick it off flirtatiously staring at him. He doesn't notice. I get some more on my fork and hold it up to him.

"Luke. You want some?" I say grinning.

He takes the bite off the fork. He's snapped out of it now. "What the hell is that!"

"Chocolate, chocolate, peanut butter pie, with extra whipped cream."

"God." He chugs back some water.

Rory giggles at this.

I finish off the rest of the slice; Rory finishes hers as well.

After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, I glance over at Luke again. Has he breathed at all since he snapped back into the stupor?

"Luke. Luke!"

"Yeah."

"Are you okay? You look like you're about to throw up."

"I might be, that pie was sugary death."

I grab him by the arm, and motion for Rory to keep walking without us. "It's not the pie, Luke."

"No."

"I'm so sorry, Luke. It just came out. I didn't think before I spoke. I'm just so sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen like that- then, there."

"But it's true?"

"I don't know... Maybe... probably." I wonder if he heard that last word.

He lets out a deep sigh. "Come on." He puts his arm around me, and we start walking again, but I stop.

"That's it?"

"Yeah, I can't do this now. Too much drama already today."

"Okay, I can wait."

"Good," he grins at me.

I kiss him on the cheek and snuggle into his neck and shoulder. I love you.

After a couple minutes, Rory looks over her shoulder at us and smiles. She stops for a second so we can catch up. "Where are we going now?"

"The beach?" I ask.

"Ooh, yeah!" Rory responds.

"Okay," Luke caves.

"Should we just walk from here?"

"Yeah," Rory agrees.

Once there, I kick of my tennis shoes and wrap my arms around Luke from behind. "Take off your shirt."

"No."

"Ugh!" I pout a little.

"Only if you do."

"I can do that." I back away and pull my shirt off over my head. I have a blue bathing suit top on under it.

"Okay, that was hot."

"Not as hot as you're about to be."

He pulls the sweater off over his head.

"Humuna, humuna, huh. Wow."

"Shut up."

Rory walks over. "Oh, are you playing strip banter now?"

"No, but that is a good idea!" I exclaim.

"Can I put my shirt back on now?"

"No." I squeeze his biceps and run my hands over his chest. "God, you're sexy."

He smiles at me smiling at his muscles.

"Loving the tattoos and the six-pack, by the way. Very Colin Farrell"

"And this is a good thing?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"And I'm loving the... cleavage. Very... hot."

I laugh at him a little, and move to the surf. The waters a little chilly, but not too cold. I sit down in the sand in my shorts, and Luke's coming over too. The water hits my toes. I look up at him. "Sit down."

"I am."

And he does. He wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head. I draw my knees up and scoot even closer to him. "What time is it?" I ask.

"I dunno. One, two."

"Yeah... I'm tired though."

"Yeah, I kinda am too."

"...This is nice."

Did I just scoot closer? Yeah. I'm almost in his lap now, and I'm drifting to sleep.

I yawn again, and he's drawing circles on my arm with his thumb. "Lie down," I order him.

"What?"

"Please?"

He does. I fling an arm over him, and he puts his arm under my head, holds me, and kisses my head again. I respond by kissing him on the neck and end up falling on asleep.

I feel the surf on my feet, and jerk my head back.

"Ow! My nose."

We've changed positions. Luke's behind me, and apparently we're spooning. "Sorry," I say turning around in his arms.

"It's okay." He rubs his nose.

"What time is it now?"

"I still don't know."

I breathe in deeply. He smells good. "We should probably get up, shouldn't we?" I turn back around.

"Probably."

"I wonder where Rory is."

I start to get up by putting my hands on his to take them from my waist, but I can't stand to bare it. My hands stay on his.

It stays like this for five, six, seven, maybe eight minutes, but Rory walks over. "You're awake!"

"Yeah."

"Luke didn't budge for like forty-five minutes until you made him roll onto his side, but you still weren't awake. Then you were both like that for about twenty more minutes. I don't know how he didn't fall asleep, or why."

"Didn't want her to drown."

"Cause that's so possible," I mutter.

"What time is it, Rory?"

"Almost four."

"Yeah, we should get up." He tries to take his arms from around me, but I won't let him.

"Don't you dare."

"Lorelai."

"Come on, five more minutes?"

He gives me squeeze, kisses my head, and I groan never wanting this to end.

Rory's left again by now, and I think it's actually been more than five minutes. I roll around and face him.

He looks asleep.

I have to say it.

"...I love you," I say barely audible to myself.

My eyes start to water, and I kiss him, but I get over it. I pull his arms off of me. "Luke... Luke!"

"I'm up, I'm up." He pulls me back again though.

"Come on, Babe. We've gotta get up."

"Yeah, okay."

He doesn't move.

"Luke."

"Okay."

He doesn't move.

Rory walks over again, and takes one of his hands from my waist trying to pull him up. I take the other and pull with her. He hops up, but his eyes are still closed.

"Sleepy Luke is so cute," I say dusting the sand off myself.

"Aww," Rory adds. "Now put on your shirt."

"Who?"

"Both of you."

I walk over to where we left our clothes and shoes, and pull my shirt back on. I grab Luke's, turn around and see Rory's holding Luke up. I walk back over. "Luke, Hon, you gotta wake up."

"I'm awake," he mumbles leaning on Rory's shoulder.

"Can you take him?"

I move toward him, and he wraps his arms around me. Aww.

Rory goes to get her stuff now.

"You've gotta put on your shirt and get your stuff from the cruise ship, and you can't do then if you're sleeping."

"Mmmm." He breathes in and out deeply against my neck. God.

"Luke," I breathe right along with him. "...I'm sorry, I can't hold you up anymore," and I let go of him and he stumbles a little, but opens his eyes.

"Well, now I'm awake. Geez, why'd you do that?"

"If I hadn't we probably would have ended up having sex on a public beach, and I'm sure you wouldn't like that too much. I mean really, if you won't kiss in--"

"Okay, then, sorry I asked."

"Yeah, you are."

"Here." I hand him his sweater, and he pulls it on.

"Thanks."

"Yeah." Great, he's doing that staring-at-me thing again. "You know, I like it when you do that."

"What?"

"Stare at me like that."

"So you're into the stalker-y types?"

"Well, I must admit, I don't hate Tom Cruise."

He smiles. I smile back. He's so adorable. God, I love him... Well, I do!

Rory walks back over. "Ready to go?"

"Let me put on my shoes."

We get to the cruise ship about fifteen minutes later. "Which way's your room?" I ask.

"You can just follow me."

And we do. I'm a couple feet behind him, and wow that's a nice view. Maybe, I should stop staring, huh?... Yeah, that didn't work.

"Geez, Mom."

"What? I wasn't doing anything."

"Sure. Come on, let's walk closer to him so you won't do that."

Grr. She's mean today.

She walks ahead and catches up with Luke. "You walk fast," I hear her say.

"Oh, sorry." He slows down and I almost run into him... not that I would have minded.

I move to his other side. "Almost there?"

"Yeah, I just really don't wanna see... her, so sorry, I'm going kinda fast."

"Well, I don't really either. She might kill me."

"I kinda doubt that, ...but yeah."

Did I stop in too random a spot again? Sorry.

I should probably update again within two weeks, but if I don't, you can ransck me with rotten vegetables. Kay?

Long review, please!