Lorelai lay safe in Luke's arms. Her eyes were closed and a content little smile showed on her face while she

thought about what had just happened. She had slept with Luke and she had liked it. The ghosts of her past

had lost their power to control her life.

She had won back this aspect of her being. Or better, Luke had given it back to her.

He had been so gentle, so sensitive. He had moved slowly, had given her the time she needed to process the

flood of new and wonderful sensations he caused. And he had made sure she knew that he would stop at the

slightest sign of her being uncomfortable or scared.

And when he had finally joined with her, he hadn't been an intruder but a welcomed friend.

She loved how Luke had made her feel precious and cared for, she loved the bonding effect their lovemaking

had and to know that she could be his partner in every respect, and she loved Luke. Yeah, she loved Luke.

Lorelai moved to cuddle up even closer to him and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Luke held Lorelai close and listened to her breathing getting deeper and slower. She was sleeping in his arms.

'How can something so simple make you feel so good?' he wondered.

That whole evening had been an emotional roller coaster ride. The excitement of taking Lorelai out for their

first date, the uncertainty while waiting for her answer when he had asked her to come upstairs with him and

then the horrifying moment when he'd had to realize that his vague foreboding of something not going right

had been confirmed.

He recalled how helpless he had felt, how much it had hurt to know that she was scared, that something

traumatic must have happened in her past and that she didn't trust him enough to tell him.

And then he'd had to let her leave, because he knew it had to be her choice, that she had to make the decision

to open up to him, to trust him, to let him in.

And she did, she came back, and the feeling of hope and relief that took hold of him when she stood in his

door was soon substituted with anger and pity when she told him the reason for her fears.

He didn't let it show though, because he knew that anger might have stopped her from talking and pity would

have robbed her of her pride.

He had challenged her when it came to the subject of making love again. Had challenged her to leave or to lie

to him. He needed to be one hundred percent sure she knew what she was doing and that she really wanted it.

They had gone slowly. No sacrifice for him – he liked it slow anyway. He had enjoyed showing her how many

ways there were to give and receive pleasure. He knew she hadn't climaxed, but maybe that was to be

expected. She was so consumed by taking in all these new sensations and most likely not free of the disturbing

thoughts and memories that she couldn't let go of completely. Not yet.

He knew what a precious gift she had given him. She had offered him her trust, and herself. And he made a

promise to himself to never betray that trust.

Lorelai had the sweetest dream. She was with Luke, in his apartment, in his bed. And Luke was doing the most

wonderful things with her.

His hands were all over her body, finding sensitive spots she didn't even know existed. Each of his touches,

each of his kisses made her feel more like a woman, made her feel more complete.

She arched up against his hands, which were gently kneading her breasts. Now he pulled one nipple into his

mouth and teased it with a gentle suckling, sending waves of arousal through her whole body. His weight on

her felt good and she enjoyed the feeling of his skin on hers. Then he moved to please her other breast before

leaving a trail of kisses that led to the center of her passion.

She felt a sense of loss when his body didn't cover hers anymore, but it soon was replaced by a new,

overwhelming sensation.

Luke had settled between her legs and now let his tongue dance around her clit. The tension that was building

up was almost too much for her to bear. Her body started to rhythmically move in response to his caresses.

He watched her expression change from disbelief to sheer pleasure when she felt the rhythmic pulsing that

meant she had reached her peak.

Lorelai opened her eyes and Luke's face was just inches away from hers.

"Good morning precious," he said with a voice hoarse with desire.

"A good morning it is," Lorelai smiled lazily, dug her hands into his hair and pulled him into a deep kiss, "I've

been dreaming about you…"

Luke mischievously returned the smile.

"Oh, really? What was your dream about?"

"We were making love…I still feel…"

Luke shifted his weight so that she could feel his arousal between her legs.

"Oh…you mean…?"

Luke kissed her again. "Yup. Want to go on?"

Lorelai felt like she was drowning in his eyes. "I love you Luke."

"I love you too," Luke replied, removing her last traces of doubt.

"Open up for me," he whispered, and when she did, he joined her in one fluid, controlled motion.

Lorelai felt him deep inside her, soft steel, hard and gentle, filling her completely, body and soul.

He moved slowly, drawing out her pleasure more and more. Again she felt this strange sensation building up

inside her.

"It's okay, let go," he murmured. "I'll hold you."

Lost in his eyes, his intimate touch and pushed by his firm and steady thrusts, she cried out and he felt the

rhythmic waves of her body stroking him from deep within her.

He enjoyed the sensation until she began to relax. Then he rolled to one side, still holding her in a tight

embrace. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and he gathered her closer and held her as she cried the

uncried tears of her past life.

Tbc