Insert Strong Bad voice:
Like a Phoenix, from the ashes
...she rises again!
Friends Doing the Twist
By Gilmoregirl1979(the Reigning Quote Queen)
Rating:PG 13 with an ISH
R/R: yes please I love reviews, I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)
Summary: friends doing the twist… DIRTY!
Hi this is your friendly disclaimer: WITH THE FIRE AND THE JUMPING AND THE HOOPS! Once again, and I get tired of cutting and pasting this… I don't own (DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue.
NOW FEATURING: LittleSid as ONE of my amazing new BETAs (that's right I have SPARES!)! Let's give her a hand folks; she helped me with 3 fics in two days! That's dedication my friends…
Luvz: Miss you!
Hello my little crack whores (and other shout outs): read in the reviews
A/N: OKAY again… like 85 percent of this was written in October 2005, and then it was put on the back burner cause a little thing called WITS Quite took over… and I kept having my doubts… and my beta was unavailable. But with new betas and anew attitude… ENJOY!
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Chapter 2:
Tipsy Turvey
Lorelai painfully opened her eyes and she instantly knew she had too much to drink… or that she was still drunk… she wasn't sure at that moment. As she woke up, her cloudy head was scolding her for inflicting such an alcoholic ordeal on it at her age. My age, my age you're always going on about my age! The first thing she saw was a tangle of curls dangling in her face that she recognized as her own hair. She pushed back her hair, and tested out her dry mouth with a parched swallow. Her mind was still fuzzy, she then tried focused on the objects in front of her and she recognized the organized compartments of the back of the counter in Luke's diner from her slanted view from the floor.
Why am I on the floor?
As she moved… her cloudy perspective deduced that she was cold because she was naked… Why am I cold and naked on the floor? Am I torn?
As she started humming the pop song melody because it was now playing in her swimming head, she noticed she wasn't alone… Wait a minute… I'm naked on the diner floor… with…
She lifted her head from her fleshy pillow and she saw him.
Luke was with her… in all his glory, also naked on the floor.
At first, her fuzzy mind thought it was funny, then confusing, but there was a small sober voice somewhere in her head that told her this was serious. Lorelai was lying beside him, and his chest had been her pillow… for how ever long they were down there. A hazy Lorelai sat up to find something to cover herself with and the first thing she found was Luke's flannel shirt; Perfect. She slipped on the long sleeves and buttoned up the garment. She didn't think she had it in her to stand just yet, so on her knees she peaked around the corner of the counter to look outside only to find it was still dark, must still be the middle of the night.
Now she had to deal with Luke… a drunk, passed out… and completely naked and very dense Luke. Lorelai's eyes darted everywhere but the obvious, and in another quick survey behind the counter, she found his boxers and didn't know if she should wake him up, or if she should just take matters in her own hands. Oh Boy, Dirty, she chuckled again.
Her still buzzing brain decided she was an adult, Luke was an adult, and they were both naked. And it's not like she had never seen … that… before, just never Luke's. So Lorelai figured what the heck. She slipped on his boxers, starting at his feet… one foot at a time, of course; and inched the waistband up his legs. The closer she got to Luke's "nether regions", the more nervous she became about him waking up and misinterpreting what she was doing. Again… they were both already naked, but she wasn't sober enough to start an in depth discussion with him of what was going on.
Something else told Lorelai they should get out of the diner, which she agreed with. After all, a bed is more comfortable than the floor… and come morning… there would be a lot of questions and this spot wouldn't be so private with Miss Patty and Babette having their breakfast 5 feet away from where Luke and her had sex.
Lorelai laughed at herself again, and almost snorted at the thought … we had sex… in the diner… of all places… she shook her head as she strained to focus on the articles of clothing she knew she had to gather up, Oops there are my panties…. I'll need those …eventually, she laughed to herself again. Hey my coat, I'll need that eventually too. With his jeans and her blouse, and other articles of clothing in a bundle in her arms she knew she should wake up Luke. There was no way she could carry Luke and the clothes… well not at the same time, her muddled mind reasoned. She poked his rib cage, "Luke."
"Hmmmm?"
"Get up…" she nudged him again.
"Wha?"
"Come on… we have to get up stairs…" she whined, unable to believe how slow he could be after being awake for only a few seconds.
"Why?" Luke's own dry mouth asked, quite content to remain where he was.
Come on... Man, we are on the floor, use some logic… "Because… your bed is more comfortable… now come on…"
Now with a reason to move, Luke slowly found his footing and stood up and Lorelai started to snicker again, "what?" Luke asked plainly, as he leaned against the counter.
"You're breaking the 'no shirt…no shoes… no service' rule…" she chuckled, trying to keep a grip on the clothing as she bent over laughing.
"Yeah… well you don't have pants on."
"Neither do you," she shot back.
Both trudged up the stairs, haphazardly leaning on each other, and they entered Luke's apartment. Without ceremony, Lorelai dumped the bundle of mixed clothes on Luke's couch and returned to his side to "tuck him in", never giving a thought to where she would sleep. The word "bed" kept repeating in Luke's head, so he just plopped on the bed, and sat obediently as Lorelai was pulling down the cover. Luke studied her with cloudy eyes. "You look good in my shirt," he complimented.
She had to smile at his random, misplaced compliment; "thank you…" as she played tug of war with the comforter, as she performed "turn down" like she had thousands of times at the Inn as if she was on automatic pilot.
Then Luke pulled her to stand in front of him, and Lorelai stumbled in place a bit, not expecting Luke to pull her away from her task, and his hands slipped under the shirt and grazed tiny circles on Lorelai's hips with his palms, "You look better out of my shirt," he hazily smiled.
Lorelai had seen that look in his eyes before… right before what happened behind the counter downstairs, "Luke…" she droned out again, something told her, "…we need to get in bed, so we can sleep this off ..."
Luke hugged Lorelai at her waist and fluidly insisted, "I feel fine…" with a sweet smile Lorelai had never seen before.
Lorelai was about to argue "No, Luke… you are dru…" but Luke cut off her words. With a hand in her hair, he pulled her down for another kiss. Lorelai wasn't one to shy away from a kiss, especially when it was a really good kiss, but there was a sober voice shouting from somewhere in the back of her mind … he's drunk…. You are drunk… The voice kept scolding her even as her hands went from wanting to push him away, to combing through his hair, you two shouldn't be doing this… again… He's married… And still the voice reprimanded her as she climbed up on top of Luke and straddled him on the bed … he doesn't know what he's doing.
But Luke knew exactly what he was doing, or rather what to do to make Lorelai's defenses break down. His goal wasn't to get Lorelai in bed. His cloudy mind simply thought that what happened down stairs had turned out all right… so what's one more time between friends. He wasn't even thinking of Nicole anymore. No malice, no scorn, it was base line, primal want for the long time object of his affection.
Luke had loved and cared for Lorelai since they became friends in those first few months she graced his diner with her presence. Granted, tonight the beer he used to drown his sorrows over his adulterous wife now diluted those pure feelings of love toward Lorelai to simplistic lust. But as Lorelai discovered in the diner, Luke knew exactly how to please a woman and any argument the voice in her head had to the contrary was forgotten as the pair fell into that intimate rhythm … again. Luke rolled her over on her back so he could unbutton and slip the flannel off her shoulders. With Lorelai's new position, it made it easier for her to slowly slide the boxers she had painstakingly put on Luke… off again, her only focus: wanting to be with Luke again … this time in his tiny twin bed.
"Lorelai…" Luke whispered, "I've always wanted you…."
This confession surprised Lorelai but she was too distracted by what they were doing to let it fully register. Random thoughts came to the front of her mind, little details long forgotten or pushed aside. Among them, little moments with Luke, shy glances, small smiles and her hidden jealousy over the years, "I've wanted you too…" she finally confessed.
Again the repercussions of her words would not register till her head had more time to clear.
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End flashback
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A/N: okay so this whole fic started with an image… of Luke and Lorelai … having sex on the diner floor… of course! What circumstances would accommodate such an unorthodox display….
This fic is my answer….
What do you think?
DO TELL DO TELL!
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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you Luke!
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R/R: PLEASE, I like to better myself. To quote The Princess Bride,
"...Remember this is for posterity, ... so be honest."
Please be specific with R/R; name one (or as many as you can think of or want to mention..…) at least specific thing you liked
Please! It makes me feel good...inside (Dirty!)
Hence the Rant option below.
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