Summary: JJ. She let herself fall for him, even though he was with someone else.

Disclaimer: Don't own a thing.

Because She Cares

Chapter Four: Completely Adoring You

The three of them sat in the kitchen of the Dragonfly, each of them occupied in their own thoughts. It was around noon, and people would be arriving in no less than an hour. Naturally, Lorelai and Sookie were feeling nervous. Rory was just there for support. Her mother's fiddling fingers, and Sookie's muttering under her breath, was driving Rory crazy, "Sitting here with you two is worse than hearing Paris talk in her sleep."

"Hey!" Lorelai yelled in defense.

"And let me tell you, Paris's dreams are pretty disturbing-"

"We're just nervous!"

"Some of them feature her having very strange acquaintances with Chuck Norris."

"Sitting here with Sookie and I is worse than hearing Paris do it with Chuck Norris?"

"I said nothing about them 'doing it'. God... that mind of yours..."

"Whatever... what time is it?"

"Whoa... little crabby this morning?"

"I'm not crabby, I'm just... anxious."

Rory looked at her watch, "It's about twelve o'clock."

"Oh, my God, I can't sit here any longer..."

Sookie feels the need to chime in,"Well, your mystery man is supposed to be here by now, isn't he?"

Rory pretends to be clueless, "Really?Who?"

"I don't know, she won't tell me!"

Lorelai, annoyed, "This conversation is ending in 5, 4, 3, 2-"

"Who is it, Mom?" Rory was trying her best to hold back a smile.

"No one, Rory..."

Sookie's curiosity only grew stronger, "I can't believe you're keeping this from me!"

"I'm just not interested in hearing the 'I told you so's', and the 'it's about time's".

"I won't say anything, I promise." Lorelai just shook her head, "Please Lor- Oh... Luke, hi."

Lorelai whipped around and saw him walking further into the kitchen, clearly feeling out of place. Her eyes widened with happiness when she saw him holding a small bouquet of flowers. Rory stood by the counter, with an enormous smile on her face as she watched her mother and Luke share a shy, yet intimate gaze. Sookie was completely oblivious to the situation.

Noticing Rory staring, Luke quickly averted his eyes, "Uh- yeah, these are for... you."

"Oh, Luke, they're beautiful."

"Yeah, just to sort of congratulate you... I don't know."

"Thank you, so much." Lorelai then caught a glimpse of Rory's hard look in the direction of the door.

"So, Luke, we still have a while before anyone shows up, uh - you want a tour? I know you've had one before, but that was a long time ago and things are pretty improv-"

Intending to stop her rambling, "Yeah, a tour sounds fine."

"Okay, great. Uh - Rory, Sookie, we'll be back in a bit."

Rory's smile only grew wider, "Take you're time."

Lorelai motioned for Luke to walk out of the kitchen and out the front door. They went around back and she led him to a small, flower-infested, trail. The sun was beating down, but the air was filled with a light breeze. As they walked down the trail, Lorelai couldn't help but think that the chirping birds and perfect weather were some sort of sign.

"It's really nice out here."

"Yeah, Michele knew some landscaper and he over-charged us by a mile, but it came out really nice."

"I see you actually got the horses," Luke pointed to the stables.

"You doubted me?"

"Just a little." Lorelai's lips twitched into a small smile, Luke couldn't help but return the gesture.

They continued to walk together, down the narrow path. Every once in a while, their hands would brush. Sometimes their shoulders would touch. Lorelai noticed Luke's face turn a shade of red whenever this happened. She felt bad that she was making him so uncomfortable. Lorelai hated the way they were acting. And he hated it just as much. God, why couldn't things go back to normal? Because they were crazy about each other, that's why.

The walk was pretty silent. Lorelai was focused on not touching him, and he was, well he was just focused. She figured he was probably thinking about that night in the church. Maybe about Nicole. Maybe about her. Whatever it was, he wasn't jumping up and down in excitement. He was sad about something. Lorelai came to the conclusion that he was upset about ending his marriage with his wife.

Breaking the silence, her voice was sympathetic, "So, how are you doing?"

"Ah, your talking about my life as a recent divorcé..."

"Are you okay?"

After a long sigh, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just wish we ended it before she had to, well, resort to that."

"Do you miss her?"

"Sometimes. But, things are... looking better."

"I just - I can't believe she would do that to you. I can't believe anyone would do that to you."

"Yeah, well..."

"Life sucks."

"Exactly... well, sometimes." Lorelai looked up at him and he caught her eye. They both gradually stopped walking, never letting go of their gaze. Not everything sucks. Standing here, next to you... doesn't suck at all. Why couldn't she say it? She practically said it three weeks ago. Why was it so hard now?

They found that being close wasn't such a crime now, as they slowly inched towards each other, leaving little visible space between them. Once his hands were at the small of her back, he was able to let go of the breath he had unconsiously been holding. She found, however, that she was the one having difficultly breathing. She thought her legs would give out any second, the intense stare was becoming too much for her. She looked down at her hands, and watched as she lightly slid them up his strong arms, to his broad shoulders, around his neck. Where she stopped. She was looking in his eyes again. Who knew that Luke Danes had such beautiful eyes... She absentmindedly caressed his cheek, her fingers lightly scratching his stubble. He spoke, and his voice was so soft, so gentle, something she would never expect from him. It sent chills up her spine.

"Lorelai, I-" And then it was over.

Michel's voice erupted from Lorelai's walkie-talkie. They both immediately pulled apart when they heard the annoying and 'I mean business', french accent.

"The guests are arriving. I repeat. The guests are arriving."

"Uh - okay, thanks Michel."

Lorelai gave Luke a quick smile and then walked back towards the inn, he followed. This woman will be the death of me.

TBC