I know, I know. I took a really long time again, and yes, I'm gonna use the same excuse as last time- too much school stuff.

Angie: 'weird looks from others' fic is the best kind. Thanks for that. It's a huge compliment!

orangesherbert7: Thanks for the review. You liked like exactly the same parts I did, lmao.

Goonergirl: I did my schoolwork first (obviously. Haha!), but I'm glad you really liked the last chapter. And "Go back t your dirtiness" is one of my all-time favorite Rory lines, so I had to have it, of course ;-).

Disclaimer- I don't own GG, but if I did Chris would've fallen off the face of the Earth, and we would've seen some wedding plans by now.

Enjoy chapter 11- R+R

"Stop it! Stop! Luke!"

He jabs me again.

"Ahh!" Yep, I fell off the bed.

"That's what you get for being so..."

"Ticklish?" I'm naked on the floor. I feel like Natalie Imbruglia or... Alanis Morrisette? Ugh, what's the difference.

"Come back. I'm cold," Luke says from above.

"I will; I will. Just gimme a second." I pull half the comforter back around me and climb back up onto the bed. "You're mean, you know that?" Facing him again, I snuggle up closer. "You're right. It is kinda chilly in here."

"I can tell," he says kissing my neck again.

"Ugh, you're such a perv when you're missing your clothes." I giggle into his chest. "That tickles too!"

He stops.

"Well, I didn't want you to stop completely, god." He rolls his eyes at me.

I smile and try to suppress the laugh.

"Lorelai."

"I'm sorry, it still tickles."

"Ugh." He rolls around, so his back's to me.

"Luuuke! I'm sorry."

"I know. It's not your fault."

"No, it's not. My fault would be that I'm so purdy everyone's just soo jealous."

"Yes, it would."

"Are you gonna turn around."

"Nope."

I sling an arm around him and hug his back. I play with his chest hair on the other side and kiss behind his ear where I now know he's second most vulnerable. I lick and bite til I hear him swallow and a sharp inward breath. "...Now?" I so have him in the palm of my hand.

-

"Good morning," he says kissing me on the cheek as he sits on the side of the bed setting coffee next to my head. Ooh, a rhyme!

"Very good." I yawn into my fist and stretch as I notice the disturbing. "You're dressed."

He looks down. "I noticed."

"But... Why?"

"I don't think the people in the lobby like random, naked guys getting coffee."

"Um, I'm not gonna get along with the people in the lobby then, will I?"

"You've already formed your negative opinions of them. You just need to think up a mean name for the anti-nudists."

"Anti-nudists is fine with me."

"We'll have to make sure that sticks."

"Yeah." I take a sip of the coffee. "So when did you get up anyway? Didn't I wear you out?"

"You have no idea." He arches his back and cricks his neck letting out a breath.

I know he's just pretending to be exhausted, playing along, but that was pretty damn hot. "Sure."

"Oh, I don't know. I'm fairly vigorous, indefatigable."

"Big words for the diner man. Gimme some more."

He chuckles. "The lascivious activity last night was ardently strenuous."

"God, it's like a hot librarian thing. Will you put on a short skirt, and hold a book up?"

"Nope."

"Damn." I gulp some more coffee. "I thought you said you got this downstairs."

"I did."

"It tastes like you made it."

"No, I fixed it."

"Ah, okay." I finish it off. "Luke?"

"Mm?" He looks up from his hands in his lap.

"Luke, this isn't weird."

"O-okay, that's... good."

"Yeah, but it's weird."

His brow furrows, and he shakes his head lightly.

"Don't you think it's odd--"

"The coffee?"

"--That it's not... bizarre when we kiss or have sex?"

"I'm not really one for bizarre sex, so no, not really."

Yep, he's still confused.

"We have been friends foorr... six years? Shouldn't it be weird?"

"I don't think it'd be weird if it was weird."

"I got it," I say to answer his 'did that make any sense?' look. "So it's not weird?"

"Not on this front."

"And it sure is a nice front."

He grins at me, but looks at his hands again.

"I'm not calling you Chandler, but we have some fans, you know. I mean, I knew this before everything, but I still went along with it. You must be pretty hot for me to willingly put up with he gossips. Not that we have yet."

"What about those first couple months we knew each other? We had to put up with them then, even if they were just to stubborn to believe that we weren't together."

"That was kinda funny."

"And very annoying. I swear I woke up twice with someone staring through my window, once more someone with binoculars, and those are only the ones I knew about."

"Sure it wasn't me?" I say innocently.

"I'm pretty sure," he kids. "...You okay?"

"You had people watching you?"

"Yeah, what I just said."

"But I never noticed anyone at my house. Do you think they were at my house too? That's creepy."

"Babbette lives next door to you. I'm sure you did."

"Thanks for that."

"You never thought of that?"

"I guess I just hadn't thought of it then. I mean, when I had Max over that one time, I could've sworn that I had seen someone watching, so that's when I first put two and two together. You know- 'the gossips watch the house when hey suspect smut.' Now, since they've had Luke and Lorelai megaphones for years, we're gonna have to townie-proof your and my place, or they'll post their sightings on the Internet... Quiet."

"Yep."

"Why?"

"What should I tell them? Should I not say anything, tell a couple people til it gets out?"

"Announce it at a town meeting," I answer with a wide grin.

"That wasn't even near my list."

"I dunno."

"Well, you won't be home for weeks after I get back--"

"Don't remind me," I groan.

"--So we should talk about it now."

"Yeah, well, I guess you can tell someone if they ask."

"Why would they randomly ask that?"

"Don't they like every... three weeks?"

"If tempted, but you won't be there, so there won't be anything to get their attention."

"Aw, you think I'm the only thing in Stars Hollow that catch anyone's attention?"

"Of course I do."

"That sounded harshly sarcastic." Knife in the gut.

"I'm not the best at emoting this morning, I guess, cause it was the exact opposite of sarcastic."

"Thank you." I sit up into a sitting position and slide to where he was last lying to my recollection. "Come here." I put my hand on the vacated spot beside me.

"As you wish." He follows command.

I breathe out as I lay my head on his shoulder. He responds by rubbing between my neck and shoulder on my right side, and I moan to that. He's so psychic. How could anyone else know that that where it still hurt? I didn't think it was possible, but there are some things that coffee can't cure, and Luke's hands can.

"You're still naked."

"Stating the obvious," I mutter into his collarbone, or where his collarbone would be if it wasn't impeded by flannel.

"I'm not complaining, but it's already ten, you should probably get up."

"Five more minutes."

"Okay, okay."

-

7

"Lorelai, my hand hurts."

She doesn't respond, so I'm now pretty positive she's fallen back to sleep. I try to move, but she folds her knees around my right leg and moves her head back up to my neck.

Sooo... naked Lorelai tangled around me or awake, coffee-jolted, clothed, and talkative Lorelai?... Ugh, I'm only a guy. Just Ten more minutes.

-

"Ro-ry!"

"Wha-at?"

"Good Morning."

I make my way in behind Lorelai.

"Good morning, Mom, Luke."

"Hi, Rory," I say, still behind Lorelai.

"Luke, What? Are you hiding from her? Stop." She pulls me by the collar of my shirt.

"I wasn't hiding."

Rory speaks again. "It's okay, Luke. I'm fine."

"Okay. Good, you're fine."

"Yeah, I am. I promise."

She pats me on the arm.

"So... lunch? I'm starving."

-

7

"We'll miss you, Luke," Rory says giving him another hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"You have no idea," he replies, hugging her back. "Bye, Rory."

"Bye."

I gesture for her to come closer so I can whisper something in her ear. "Can you make yourself scarce?"

She steps back and rolls her eyes. "See you in a few weeks, Luke."

"See you then," he says with a little grin. She walks toward some sort of sandwich place and gets in line. I want a sandwich.

"What did you tell her?" he asks. "She rolled her eyes. That's her defense against your dirtiness. Was it dirty?"

"It will be."

"Oookay, so w--"

I pull myself into him, holding his waist. My lips act first, but his quickly take over. They almost seem harsh at first, but just demand my attention. He sucks on my bottom lip til I pull away and trail kisses up to his ear and back down again. His tongue trails my bottom lip as I open my mouth. I stick my hands in the back of his jeans and push him closer. My tongue trails the roof of his mouth amorously. He bites my bottom lip softly, quickly, and pulls away for a second. He adds a couple pecks, but you can't just stop there. That's like a preview for a really good movie, like... Princess Bride scale.

"Why, why, why?" I ask him.

"Why? Why what?" He catches his breath.

"You stopped." God, he's staring so intensely at me now. He's looking through my eyes, trying to figure out how I'm feeling.

"We're in an airport, not my truck."

"Ooh, I'm looking forward to that."

"Making out in my truck? Me too."

I smile at him. He smiles back.

About ten seconds pass, and the sexual tension is building so fast it's scary.

He kisses me again tenderly, sweetly, and I pull back. "Okay, we really can't continue, or you'll miss your plane." I giggle at the situation. Did I ever once imagine Luke and I kissing in an airport? In any of the many, maaannny places I pictured, did an airport ever come up?... Ohhh yeeah. That's not happening. That would be soo illegal. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you too." I love this man. Maybe an airport isn't the best place to say it though. I wanna be able to screw him right after I say it. Or after we say it I guess. Ah, a new fantasy to take over for the next few weeks. "You know how this morning you asked why someone would randomly ask if we were dating?"

"Yeeahh."

"I know a reason."

"Great." He's so good at the sarcasm.

"I asked Miss Patty for your cell number, and I told her it was kind of important. From her voice, I think she kinda caught on."

"Great," he says in the same tone as before.

"I'm sorry."

"..Maybe it's better this way. Only one of us will have to deal with them finding out."

"Yeah, but that one of us is you when it-it shoudn't be, cause it's my fault that they even know."

"Well, they don't know yet. If you don't want me to tell them..."

"You can do what you want. Yeah, that way it'll be like a surprise when I get home. If someone says 'Ooh congratulations, Lorelai. You and the diner guy, huh?' or 'Did Luke make all that stuff up about you and him, or are all those hot stories true?' I'll know they know, but if they say 'Hey, Lorelai! How was your trip?' I'll know they're clueless, and I'll have to go to your apartment right there cause we'll still have the sexy secret thing going on."

"So what you're saying is- I can do what I want?"

"Yes."

"Bye, Lorelai."

"Bye, Luke."

There's a kiss, and he realizes he can't move.

"Do I have to take my jeans off to leave?"

"I hope so."

"Lorelai."

"Okay, okay." I kiss him on both cheeks, take my hands out of his jeans, and watch him turn to leave. If that wasn't such a pretty sight, I'd probably be crying.

Hope you enjoyed the Chapter. Review, please!

Sooo:sigh, the hiatus is upon us. Seven weeks of praying Luke will tell Lorelai about Ape. It's not that I don't like April, cause I really do; she's cool, but why put us through this? We've already had a break-up and lots of angst. We don't need another break-up or more really angsty storylines. You wanna know something we haven't had yet? ...A Luke/Lorelai wedding.

I wish I didn't need a disclaimer.