Disclaimer- Gilmore Girls ain't mine. (overly-dramatic sad clown face.)
Read and enjoy, for it the last chapter! ...Sorry.
A knock came from her front door, and she set down her cup of coffee and stood up from the couch. She smoothed her hair a little as she went to get it.
"Hello."
"Hey," she replied with a kiss.
"So it's the upstairs sink, right?" he asked, entering, Bert in hand.
"Yeah."
"Weird. When there's something wrong with the sink, it's usually the kitchen one," he said, walking to the stairs.
"Yeah, well this time I don't think it has anything to do with Kitchen Elves shoving things down the drain."
"If it did, I'd have to say they were lost."
She flipped off the tv quickly and followed him upstairs.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked opening the door to her bathroom and setting down his toolbox.
"Not much."
"'Not much' like nothing at all?" he asked, looking up with realization.
"Yeah, kinda."
"Lorelai."
"You can't be mad at me! I just wanted to see you," she explained, grinning.
"And you couldn't just come to the diner?"
"The whole town was watching us."
"That's what they do."
"Are you...?"
"Am I...?"
"Mad at me?"
"Of course not."
"Good," and she kissed him. She ran a hand down his jaw as she repeated it a couple times. She held onto his hips as he threw an arm around her back. He knocked her against the door frame and slid his tongue to hers.
One of his arms was at her chest, the other on her thigh. She bent her head to face the hallway, and he kissed her cheek and down her jaw. "Oops," Lorelai said quietly.
He leaned back and she looked him in the eyes. "What?"
"I think Rory's home."
"What?" he said in disbelief.
"Rory's home. She's here, like right now."
"She just came in?"
"No, I just forgot she was here."
He backed up. "Huh, okay."
"Well, she's just so quiet, and sometimes it happens."
"And you're sure she's here?"
"Don't you hear the tv? It's turned like all the way up."
"I guess I hadn't noticed."
"That's cause I'm standing right in front of you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He walked towards the top of the stairs.
"Hey, where are you going?" she whispered loudly as he started to walk downstairs.
He stopped and turned to look at her. "I'm gonna go see if Rory's actually here, and if she is, I'll probably say hi."
"Mkay," she said uneasily, following him down the stairs.
"There's no one down here," he noted looking at the couch.
"Nice observation, Columbo." She made her way past him to go to Rory's door. She knocked lightly. "Honey? Are you in there?" she said over the noise of the tv.
The door opened to a fairly disgruntled Rory. "Yep."
"Why's the tv turned up so loud?"
She grinned sarcastically, in that "Oh like you don't know?" way.
"Are we loud are something."
"I heard some thudding upstairs, and I thought you were the only one here, so I got half way up the stairs before I saw you two, for lack of a better term, going at it in the doorway."
Her mother blushed slightly and turned around to look at Luke who was already sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands.
"I came back downstairs, turned the tv on and up almost all the way, and shut myself in my room. I would have left, but I- I wanted to finish this chapter." She held up her book.
"I am so sorry, Honey," Lorelai responded. "I had forgotten you were here."
"Well, that just makes it so much better."
"Really? Cause if it was me it would just make it worse."
"Sarcasm, Mom! You should recognize it, I learned it from you."
"Right, right. So can I turn down the tv now?"
"If you're finished."
She grinned at her daughter again. "For now."
Rory let out a groan and shooed her mother to leave so she could shut the door and finish reading.
Lorelai walked to the living room an turned the tv back down, then off. Luke followed her. She turned back around. "Sorry, so, so sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"Uh, yeah it is."
"Okay, you're right; it is."
Another grin graced her face. "I sure am smiling a lot today."
"I've noticed. Then agian, you smile a lot anyway."
"Yeah. Well, today's different."
"Really? How come?" Luke teased.
"Oh, just the fact that we- you and I, friends for years, practically 'BFF'- got together, or as Bootsy so eloquently put it this morning, shacked up."
Luke chuckled and looked at his shoes. "I thought that might've been why."
"It's the main reason, yes." She grabbed his hand. "Let's go back upstairs."
"Lorelai, Rory's still here."
"Ugh, get you're mind out of the gutter, Mister."
"That's impossible when talking to you."
She bit her tongue so she wouldn't laugh at him.
"That's not what I meant."
She let go of his hand, and started walking up the stairs by herself.
"I just meant it's easier to keep up with you when we're thinking in the same direction." He followed her.
She walked into her bedroom, and he followed her. She shut the door behind him.
"Then why are we in here."
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"Oh, okay, and that's all? Cause seriously, doing anything at all that I wouldn't do in a churchis completely inappropriate above Rory."
She tilted her head and looked at him, "and where exactly would you draw the line in a church."
He rolled his eyes. She sat on the bed and motioned for him to side beside her.
He complied. "What does 'BFF' stand for?" he asked looking up at her.
"I means you're my best friend for ever," she tried to say seriously, but cracked up a little as he replied with that "you're so insane" look he gives her to often. "Are you gonna try to argue?"
"I'm not saying anything... Other than you're insane, but I don't mind."
"Really? What a compliment!" She looked into his eyes again. "...Okay, maybe that really was a compliment. You're so cute." She laughed some more at him.
They locked eyes quickly.
"So why did it take so long?" she asked.
"What?"
"Us? Why did it take so long for us to get together?"
"I dunno."
"It's not like I ever doubted we would be together, but it--"
"What?" He was curious.
"Well, I always knew you'd get up the balls to ask me out eventually."
"Who ever said I was gonna ask you out?"
She acted hurt and pouted a little.
He rolled his eyes. "...Lorelai?"
"Yeah?"
"You wanna do something Friday?"
"Like paint the diner?"
"No, like go out to dinner."
"Then paint the diner?"
"...Sure."
"Sure."
"So it's a date?"
"It's a date," she agreed. "... Now can I ask?"
"Be my guest."
"Why'd it take you so long to ask me out, Luke?" she played along.
He took a second to regroup and placed his hand on hers. "I was scared." He looks up to her eyes.
"Of mua?" she said, shocked.
"Yeah," he mouthed.
"...It's understandable. I have a way with guys. I seem to pick out the knights that travel into the cave but don't come back out cause it's all fiery and dragon-filled... Wow, that sounded weird. Slightly pornographic at the beginning, but then it just got... weird." She chuckled.
"Well, that's not exactly what I meant. It was less about me getting hurt, and more about you."
She's touched. "Luke, that's sweet. Although, do you really think you can hurt me? And I don't mean in a naughty bedfellow way, a scarring relationship way?"
"'Naughty bedfellow'?"
"Shush; answer."
"Okay, okay. Maybe I did think I could get hurt, but not in the usual way that you- may I put this bluntly?- whip guys."
"You've been talking to Miss Patty, haven't you?"
He ignored her. "I think we could both get hurt. If we... broke up, it would be weird."
"This is true."
"I don't want to have to avoid you. I love having you around. I love seeing you, just being... around you."
"Ditto."
"I can't imagine my life right now without you. God, it's so sappy, but I can't. It's impossible to imagine." He looked her in the eyes again. "I need you."
She smiled again, meaning it more than ever. She leans into kiss him.
But he kept talking. She didn't mind in the least. "My dad... He always said if you want something badly enough you'll get it. You just have to try. I always thought it was kinda vague, but it really fits here, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. My dad always told me not to pay everything to someone you've hired until after they're finished with their job... I'm kinda hoping that doesn't apply here."
"Ditto." He went in for the kiss this time.
But she kept talking. He didn't mind... too much. "I just wanted to say... everything you just said, the chasing me, the needing me, the wanting me- well, one, it's really hot- and two, I feel the same way. I mean not exactly the same, cause I wasn't obsessed with you for years on end."
"Who said 'obsessed'? I didn't."
"No, but we'll see about that... You're the first guy I've fallen for that I knew I had to have before I knew they had to have me. There's attraction, you know? Something, luckily enough, we both feel... Right?"
"Yeah."
"When I look at you, I feel... special."
"Lorelai, you're so many different kinds of special."
"I just know- not to freak you out, but I've never felt this way with anyone else- it's right."
He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers.
She backed up, "Kiss me, damn it."
"If you insist."
He did. He glided his lips into hers again as she did the same. She held his head to hers pressing on the back of his neck. She slid her tongue into meet his quickly, and she moved her hand to his back.. Their chests moved together as did their mouths. He lowered her onto the bed slowly, but, being Lorelai, she had to get in the last word.
"Where the hell do you go to church?" she whispered against his cheek.
He ignored her and just kissed her again.
"Ooh! Just a second," Lorelai said. She bent her head so his lips were on his neck. "Rory! Rory!" She heard her footsteps up the stairs. "No don't come in!"
"What? Why?"
"Cause I'm... naked." Well, apparently all of a sudden she couldn't think on her feet anymore.
"What?" Luke whispered, getting mad.
Rory answered through the door, "Did Luke leave, cause if he'sin there, and you're talking to me while you're... naked... with Luke... I'm gonna have to call Dr. Phil."
"Don't even talk about that! That's downright horrifying. I'm not naked. I'm with Luke, but we were just--"
"Talking," Luke suggested.
"Fooling around," Lorelai said before she heard him.
Luke rolled his eyes.
"That's great," Rory said sarcastically. "So, why am I upstairs?"
"I thought you might wanna leave."
Rory groaned. "Okay. Just so you know, this is scarring me for life, and it's going on my list!"
"Don't really care."
"Leaving now."
"Bye, Hon."
They heard her walk back downstairs, and after a minute, they heard the front door close. Lorelai kissed him again, sweet, titillating, arousing.
I'm pretty postitive I stopped it in a really odd spot, but I had nothing left to write... I know,sad. And I'm just reeeaaally tired. So goodnight!
But review first? I'll give you another story. (:cough: at some point :cough:)