"You shaved your legs," Luke murmured appreciatively, as he slid his hands up her thighs. "You didn't have to…"
"Hey, a girl goes outta town with her fiancé, I think that calls for some razorly action! And from what I'm seeing, it's working…"
"Uh huh," Luke replied, continuing to stroke her legs. "Promise me something?" he continued.
"Depends…" Lorelai giggled in return.
"You'll be really quiet…if we…you know…?"
"Not a chance, babe…" Lorelai answered, laughing. Then she leaned over to run her hands up under Luke's sweatshirt, bending down to kiss him.
As she kissed him, Luke once again thanked his lucky stars for taking that first step the night of the Inn's opening. Asking Lorelai to stand still, then kissing her, was possibly, no definitely, the smartest thing Luke had done in his life.
Lorelai's mouth was always a revelation and a marvel to him, no matter what it was doing--kissing, talking, eating came to mind--or where she placed it. Like now: so warm and soft against his mouth: insistently yet gently demanding entrance. Was there ever any question that he would grant it? Without hesitation, his tongue joined hers.
At the same time as lips and tongues were busy, his arms enfolded her, moving up her backside, her back and then upward…stroking her soft skin, which strangely, in spite of her light attire, felt warm to the touch. Luke fleetingly thought he may have moaned, but didn't give a damn: her tongue unfolding in his mouth, slowly stroking, sent waves of sensation throughout his body. Her hands, meanwhile, had made their way up under his sweatshirt to his neck, and were holding onto his shoulders…when the laws of physics had their moment.
Lorelai lost her balance and tumbled to the side, laughing, all legs and emerald green silk and arms and dark hair. They spent a few moments enjoying the silliness of their mishap. To Lorelai, it seemed like months since she'd last laughed with Luke.
"Oh god," she quipped, "I really do hope the walls are soundproof, because otherwise, I can just imagine…what Rory's thinking right now…"
Luke paled. "Don't mention…" he groaned, not able to bring himself to say his future stepdaughter's name.
Instead, he turned his attention to Lorelai, whose laughter showed no signs of finally subsiding. She smirked, looking over at him, her chest heaving, and looking so much like the Lorelai from before all the daughterly things had happened with Rory and April. He rolled towards her, and placed his index finger over her mouth.
"Shhh…now where were we?" he asked, as he then trailed his finger over her chin, down her throat and onto her chest.
They were back where they'd started, Lorelai thought, with Luke's fingers ready to repeat their magic. She so welcomed his leisurely approach, which felt normal, and fun…and it just felt like she hadn't had fun with Luke in such a long time. At the same time, an overwhelming feeling of desire overtook her. She was well aware that she was more than aroused and ready, and if he was her usual Luke, she knew without checking that he had grown hard by now.
But where was the fun in not checking, she giggled to herself, as her hand reached for him.
Enjoying each other had always been a hallmark of their relationship, whether platonic or romantic. They enjoyed being friends and they certainly enjoyed being lovers. She had expected fireworks when they finally slept together the first time, and Luke did not disappoint that night. What she had not expected was that the ordinary moments, their ordinary intimacies, would have the power of a nuclear explosion for her and eclipse the big moments.
Like now.
Oh yeah. She had to kiss him again. She tugged at his sweatshirt and in a flash, he had rolled somewhat onto her, pressing his hardness into her tummy. Diving for her mouth, he proceeded to silence the lingering vestiges of her laughter.
She moved her hips, reveling in the feelings caused by the contrast of his hard manliness and her soft womanliness. At that moment, she decided she would just let go of all her concerns. He not only wanted her, he loved her. Still. He still wanted to marry her. If his beloved Red Sox could wait forever for their moment--and didn't they get World Series rings?--she could wait a few months for her ring. Especially if it meant that Luke would be out of his head and back in the world.
Lorelai's hands tugged at the waistband of his sweats. She'd let Mr. 'Martha's Vineyard is the Back Country' keep his multiple shirts on, but the pants had to go. They both managed to get the job done, at least judging by the kicking motions she felt going on near the foot of the bed.
His breath tickled her ear. "Warm enough?" he murmured.
"Oh yeah," she replied.
"Good," she heard him say as he moved down her body, suddenly grabbing her legs and pulling them over his shoulders. Her legs apart, he nuzzled his face against her, surprising her: for all his insistence that she be quiet this night, he was indulging in the very activity that guaranteed she couldn't…as the gasps and moans now coming out of her attested to.
Between the ambience of the room recently warmed by fire, and the sounds of the ocean, Luke's rhythmic activity combined to soon have her thrusting her hips, hands pulling at the sheets as she didn't give a damn who heard her as she climaxed.
Usually, Luke would soothingly stroke her hair and face afterwards, patiently waiting for her to ground herself again. But this night, before she could catch her breath, Luke had moved up and was guiding himself into her.
"God, you're gorgeous," he managed to say, and then grasping her hands in his, interlocked their fingers and began moving. Together, slow and easy.
After some time passed as they indulged in this leisurely beginning, she decided she needed to quicken the pace, and hooked her legs behind his back to encourage him. Murmuring his name, Lorelai urged him on, and he pounded his way to completion, ever harder, deeper, faster. The only decipherable sound he made was her name, gasped out in three distinct syllables. Luke panted, collapsing on top of her, as she sprinkled his face with soft kisses, whispering her love to him.
A few minutes later, breathing with normal rhythm, Luke lifted his head, his stubble scraping lightly against her face. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Love you," he murmured, as he rolled off her onto his side, now stroking her hair as they lay otherwise still, wrapped together in each other, as he slowly slipped out of her body.
"Back atcha," she whispered, one hand once again reaching up to trace his stubble, the other tightly clasping Luke's arm. Lorelai was wide awake, listening alternately to the even rhythm of Luke's breathing and the rhythm of the ocean waves outside their room.
Luke's eyes opened as he whispered, "Thank you." He smoothed her nightie, pulling it back into place.
Lorelai smiled.
"For telling me…" Luke continued.
TBC