Luke decided to let Lorelai take the lead. He'd taken a huge leap of faith by confiding in her in the first place, and did not want to scare her away. He wasn't at all surprised when she was her normal self as they ended their evening. Luke was seated in his chair, enjoying a beer as Lorelai sat on his lap and teased him. It was a special little ritual that she enjoyed. She'd go on about her day and he'd patiently listen, all while pretending to be annoyed with her.
"Every day," she prattled on, "I wake up with you, talk to you, and eat at your diner, drink your coffee goodness. I can't even imagine being in a situation where you had to be gone from me again. Summer without me at the Ren Faire? So not ever happening again." She reached down and removed the beer bottle from his hand. "There's not a place I can go in this town where there isn't some trace of you, Luke. I don't know how I can ever be without you." She placed a kiss on his lips, which soon deepened. "I love everything about you. The way you look, the way you smell...well except when you cook those weird turkey burgers," she giggled as she buried her nose into his neck. The stubble tickle-scratched her and she could not resist flicking her tongue out to taste him.
Luke was more than happy to respond, wrapping both arms around her. The tenseness of the movie, the anticipatory tenseness about the boots, had left him emotionally spent. But being around Lorelai when she was this infectious, that was his intoxication, the sun that provided the heat to his days and nights. He could not repress the faint shiver that rippled through him as her tongue flicked against his skin.
"Mmmm…" she murmured, "You taste…so good…"
Luke relaxed into her, silently willing her to continue talking. This soft sensual side of Lorelai was one he treasured as much as her chatty, exuberant side.
"Keep talkin'," he insisted.
"Oh yeah? You sure you don't want to…shut me up?" she teased as she kissed him.
Breaking for air, Luke told her, "Your voice. So sexy." Kiss. "You. So sexy. You drove me crazy with those boots tonight…" he added, his voice low, smooth, and husky. "So…so beautiful." Kiss. He ran his hand up and down her thigh. "Lose the jeans," he requested.
Lorelai whimpered ever so slightly at his request, the sound muffled within his own mouth.
But she didn't move.
"Lose the jeans," he said with more authority, even as he shivered again in anticipation.
"I've got a better idea," Lorelai murmured, giving him one last kiss, then rising, holding onto his hand as long and as lingeringly as she could. "Bed." She motioned her head towards his bed, as she slowly disappeared into the bathroom.
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In her robe, Lorelai emerged from the bathroom to discover that Luke had dimmed the lights and was sitting at the edge of the bed. His eyes lightened with a mixture of relief and delight when he noticed that she still had the boots on. He stood, awaiting her arrival next to him, and Lorelai reached both hands out to him.
Holding each hand in his, Luke placed a soft kiss in each palm, before bringing her hands close together, clasping both wrists now with one hand. He pulled those hands to his chest, placing them close to his heart. His free hand dropped to settle at her hip, pulling her infinitesimally closer, before slowly moving upward, tracing the gentle dip where hip merged into waist. Frustrated by the terry bulk of her robe, he pulled open its tie at the waist, and slipped his hand inside, continuing his journey upward to her breast.
Now it was her turn to shiver.
"Cold?" he murmured, pulling her even closer so his mouth settled by her ear.
"Hot!" she insisted, but with another shiver.
Luke's tongue flicked towards her ear, tracing the lobe and intensifying her shiver. He could feel her breath.
"Want you…" they both exhaled at the same time, and then Lorelai slipped her wrists from his grasp.
She reached up to cup his face, and pulling it down, latched her mouth onto his, her tongue seeking entrance. Even as she intensified the kiss, she shrugged the robe off her shoulders, and Luke vaguely realized that not only was his fantasy in his arms, she was dressed as he had ultimately fantasized. In the boots. And nothing else.
With ultimate willpower, he slightly pushed her away, and was thrilled to see that she was actually blushing as his eyes roved up and down her body, blatantly telegraphing his intentions.
And yet, she was the same Lorelai he knew. "See something you like?" she purred.
Luke did not answer. His eyes could not stop roving, up to her face, to the desire in her eyes, then down down down over every aspect of her body, finally stopping at the boots. The contrast of dark leather against her pale skin caused the blood to rush to Luke's head, pounding crushing waves between his ears.
"Lose the clothes, Luke," he dimly heard her request.
Her wish was his reason for being at that moment, and he quickly undressed while it was her turn to watch him. And she giggled as he finally stood there wearing only socks, and gave him a quick push onto the bed. She knelt in front of him and pulled his socks off.
"Walk for me," he requested.
Proudly, with not a hint of embarrassment, she walked alongside the bed.
"My god…" Luke exhaled, in disbelief, still trying hard to fathom that he'd actually found this beautiful woman and that she was willing to meet him more than halfway.
"Next time, we're playing fishing boat," she teased, lightening the mood as she knelt again, alongside him. "Sorry I ruined the boots."
His hand was caressing her leg above the boots. "Doesn't matter," he murmured, "I'll buy more."
And then she surprised him. Before he could react, her head dipped, and her mouth surrounded him, engulfed him, her lips and tongue and teeth sliding over him.
He groaned, the sound incomprehensible. All he was aware of were the boots, her mouth, the boots, Lorelai.
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It was the middle of the night. Somehow, she had ended up next to him, the boots removed. One of his hands was entangled in her hair. As Luke drifted in and out of sleep, the words hot, wet and boot flitted in and out of his mind. He wove his fingers through her hair, dimly remembering how she had pressed gentle kisses against his chest, neck, and face, and then vividly remembering how with one firm push, he'd been inside her.
She'd worn the boots. She'd worn the boots.
TBC