Just watched Lauren on Ellen, and how awesome are they? Yes, yes, too awesome indeed. Lauren has great taste in being in love with George Clooney, and if there's anyone that disagrees... well, that's just weird.

Someone said little parts of the story are kinda ooc, and I would definitely have to agree. A lot of my stories seem to be like that. This chapter's kinda ooc too, but trust me, you'll like it. You'll definitely like it.

Just as I was about to post the chapter, I got another review for the last chapter, and...

orangesherbert7- My favorite food is tortellini too!

I keep forgetting to put this, but in case you didn't know-
Disclaimer- I don't own Gilmore Girls.

Enjoy...

He nodded and headed up to the stairs, her following.

Once she had come in, he shut the door behind them and waited for whatever it was she wanted to say as she examined where he lived.

"...I'm sorry."

Good so far, but it better get better.

"You're right. I was getting my... yayas from messing with you. It's almost evil how often I do, but before I wouldn't have admitted it, cause I didn't think you'd be admitting... it anytime soon. I just teased you, flirted with other guys, flirted with you, flirted with other guys, flirted with you. I was just doing it for your attention, and last night I finally figured it out. It took me long enough, right? Anyway, I–um, the guy I was going on and on about last night–he–well,... It was–he was you."

He took a step back. He looked like he was about to say "what?", but he just couldn't.

Lorelai took in a breath, closing her eyes, and opened them just to look at the floor.

A few more seconds went by, and she said it again. "I'm sorry."

"I think... I need to... process this."

She looked around the room slightly confused. "Are you asking me to leave?" she said surprised, kinda worried.

"...Yeah."

"Fine." She looked up at him, and he just stood there waiting for her to go. "Fine," she said again turning around, opening the door, and sliding out.

She walked a few paces, but stopped at the top of the stairs, sitting down.

She ran her hand through her hair. What exactly was I expecting anyway? For him to just stop being mad cause I told him? Maybe I shouldn't have told him. Maybe we were better off. Then again he told me about his feelings. Is it like a rule of his that the person telling about their feelings for the other has to leave when they say it? Cause that's a stupid rule.

She pouted, and picked herself back up once she found the energy. She moped own the stairs. Maybe a shower would make her feel better.

She walked into the diner and looked around. Coffee!

She made some coffee, and poured a very large mug full. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Half way finished with it, she wandered over to the window looking out to the square. It was still dark out. The town was still silent. The only person she saw was a mailman rounding a corner a couple hundred feet away. She took another sip of her coffee. Was it wrong that she still hadn't left? Luke did tell her too, and it was his diner.

Just as she finished off the last of her coffee and turned around to get some more, she heard Luke coming down the stairs. Ooh, he's totally gonna yell atme for still being there.

He pushed the curtain aside, shocking a her a little at how fastly he did it. He walked to her quickly now as he swallowed the lump in his throat and licked his lips.

She knew what he was doing now. And he was doing it right here. In the diner. In front of a window. This was Luke, right?

He made his way closer. As he let in a deep breath, she did the same.

She took a step back. She was scared, and she could only admit it to herself now.

She opened her mouth to try to say something. She didn't even now what it would have been. "Stop"? "Hurry up"? "Let's go upstairs now, so we won't have trouble while our lips are locked"?

She didn't have time to say a word..., and she was kinda glad.

Luke's lips hit her too soon. Her mouth was still open. So was his.

He put his hands on her waist, still moving forward.

They hit a table. Lorelai set down her mug she was still holding.

Luke tried to move them away from the table, stepping backwards so Lorelai could step forwards, but she pulled him into her again, moving back.

She hit the table again, and the mug fell off, shattering on the floor.

She would've probably burst into laughter at this if she had noticed. Why did Luke and she plus drinks seem to equal chaos?

Luke's hands went to her stomach.

He moved forward again and pressed her against the window.

She hit her ankle on the wall, and she noticed now that she still wasn't wearing shoes.

"Does that mean I have to stop?" she whined to herself in her head.

His tongue slid its way into her mouth.

I guess not.

As her shirt lifted slightly when she moved her arms up to his torso, his hands touched the skin of her stomach sending more shivers up and down her body.

She rolled her tongue against his and slid her foot up the side of the wall landing her bent knee to hit the side of his leg.

He placed his leg between hers and ran his hands up and down her again, landing one on her thigh and the other's thumb to brush her belly button as it traveled up her shirt.

It slid higher, and Lorelai let out a slight squeal at the touch.

He took himself off her for a second looking at her still-closed eyes. "Tickle?" he said quietly.

She opened her eyes and nodded, kissing him on the jaw, around his right ear.

Before he closed his eyes again, he looked down, seeing her feet. God, did he have to stop now?

There is a broken mug on the floor.

"Lorelai." he tried to ask, but it sounded much more sexual, demanding than he'd intended.

"Like that?" she said between kisses.

He didn't answer. How could he ever?

He placed a hand under her thigh she had up next to his and brought it higher. He grabbed the other as well, hooking her around his waist.

She pulled her head back. "What're you doing?" she asked mischievously.

"Making sure you don't kill yourself."

"You really do care," she cooed.

"You bet."

She leaned in again as her arms went around his neck, holding on.

He brought her as far as the counter, but his eyes were still closed as he kissed her. He pulled back and slid her onto the counter.

She spread her legs, and Luke leaned in again, putting both hands on them.

She slid her middle fingers through the belt loops on the sides of his jeans, under his shirt.

Their breath got shorter, and Lorelai separated them. She kissed down his jaw and stopped at his chin. She pecked it once, and stood still, taking in his breath. She breathed in through her nose as he breathed out through his mouth. He smelled like her now, almosted tasted like her somehow- her shampoo, her perfume, her lip gloss and her toothpaste. She wondered if she smelled like him too. She brought herself back to his lips, demanding, lustful.

Luke separated the two of them this time, for a couple seconds anyway, then moved to her ear and neck. She moaned at this, arching her back trying to catch her breath, and his hands went to her stomach.

His hands kept going upward, lifting her shirt. He stopped as he neared mid-ribcage.

"Take it off," she whispered to his ear.

He stood back and looked her in the eyes. "You sure?"

She leaned in, but he grabbed her arm from behind him, and stood back holding her hand in his, thinking they should go upsatirs now. He looked at her, and she shook her head. She pulled his hand back toward her and leaned in.

He slowly lifted her shirt again. She didn't even really know what was going on. It felt like everything was in slow-motion but moving so fastly at the same time- like a car accident... only fun.

As he grazed her back, she broke the kiss, leaning back and lifting up her arms. He slid her shirt off over her head and dropped it to the floor.

He went to her neck again, this time going lower than he could before, grazing the top of her bra with his lips. Red lace. Luke had now seen her in a red lace bra.

Lorelai was having trouble forming or finishing any thoughts, but she knew for decency and sanity's sake, she should get off the counter. It was a stupid fantasy. It's not gonna happen, and soon enough people are gonna want breakfast... Well, I want dessert.

But she held his neck as her sucked at her chest. She moaned again, and she kissed the top of his head, just encouraging him more to do more.

He moved back up to her collar bone, neck, and ear softly biting his way up.

Despite how impressed she was that she could ever even allow herself to feel like this with Luke, she let go of his neck, she put her hands on his shoulders and whispered.

"Stop."

He shakily backed up a little moving his hands back to her legs. She slid down his front and off the counter and kissed him hard again.

She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes. "Upstairs."

He nodded slightly in agreement and led her through the curtain, up the stairs and through his door.

(insert naughty eyebrows and mischievous grin here)

Hope you liked it.

Some people have said the chapters have been really short. That's mainly cause I'm updateing everyday, but I think this one was a little longer; and if not, I don't care, cause I usually just pick the best place to stop the chapter.

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