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A House is not a Home
Chapter 5: Come and get it!
"Where have you been?" Luke asked Lorelai frantically as she took her seat next to him at the table.
"I had to powder my nose and Isabel needed some assistance with her flower girl dress in the bathroom," she explained as she took a sip of the wine in front of her. "I should tell T.J. that having to pee is a definite negative of wearing tights. First you have to pull them down, then pull them back up. It's not so bad when you're a kid and someone can help you. I guess adults could have help, too. Hey, did you help T.J. pull up his tights?"
"No!" he exclaimed in an annoyed tone.
"Come on, Luke," she replied as she readjusted the flower crown resting on her head. "You dried his armpits, is it such a stretch to believe you could have helped him get his beloved tights on as well? He doesn't seem coordinated enough to do that on his own."
"I will not dignify your absurdity with a comment," he said as he shook his head. "Can you just please not leave me again unless it's an emergency? Crazy Carrie tried to grab my ass five times while you were gone."
"Only five?" she asked disappointedly. "Damn it, that means I owe Kirk five bucks. I had money on six. You think you could parade that nice butt of yours in her direction once more?"
"You really are a piece of work," he said angrily. "You're placing bets on how many times that nympho tries to grope me!"
"I can't believe you're surprised," she laughed.
"She's supposed to think we're married!"
"Well, considering she's married, I'd be willing to bet it doesn't phase her."
"I'm going to have to sit here all night with my back to the wall," he sighed.
"You sure you don't wanna go bal…"
"Don't," he interrupted.
"Hey, I'm not trying to be dirty, I'm just looking out for you. A few more drinks and she might forget about the butt and go straight for your…"
"Stop it!" he warned, cutting her off again before she could get the last word out.
"Fine," she sighed disappointedly as she sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. "You could dance with Isabel again."
"She left me for the ring bearer," he said as he pointed to the two young children laughing and dancing.
"Well, I'm out," she shrugged.
"We could," he suggested.
"We could what?"
"Dance."
"You want to dance with me?" she asked shocked by his suggestion. "I thought you only cut the rug with girls who could stand on your shoes?"
"You could stand on my shoes if you want," he joked. "Although your heels may hurt a little and people might look at us funny."
"Yes, cause in a room full of court jesters, minstrels, and guys in tights, we would stick out like a sore thumb."
"Do you want to dance with me or not?" he asked again. "Your feet can remain planted firmly on the floor, I promise. Just let me lead. You probably dance spazzy."
"I do not dance spazzy!" she said in an insulted tone.
He smiled as he got up from his seat and extended his hand to her.
"Prove it."
"Okay," she said smiling as she got up and placed her hand in his. "Let's dance."
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Luke could waltz! Who knew? Lorelai thought to herself. He was uncharacteristically confident and smooth on the dance floor. She felt giddy as they swayed back and forth and he caught her eye and smiled at her. She'd managed to smile back quickly before she had to look away. She didn't know why, but she was nervous. Butterflies had formed in her stomach. Luke could waltz. He could waltz well, and to her surprise, she found this newly discovered talent attractive.
Their dance had started at arm's length, but they soon found themselves inching closer as the music played on and by the time the song ended, Lorelai's chin rested on Luke's shoulder as thoughts of him as more than a friend raced through her mind. She'd been looking at him for years, but it was during their dance that Lorelai finally saw Luke.
"You've been holding out on me," she said softly as the music ended and she lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him. "Have you been taking lessons?"
"That was all God given talent."
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"This was fun," Lorelai said as she wrapped her shawl around her and she and Luke, who carried a sleeping Isabel, walked towards her house.
"Yeah, it was," he nodded in agreement. "There were definitely some memorable moments."
"Definitely," she smiled as they reached her front steps and stood facing each other on her front porch. "I think the dance was my favorite though."
"Really?" he asked as a grin spread across his face.
"Really," she nodded. "I know these last week or so has been crazy and that we're a little old to play house, but it's been a lot of fun. It's been nice having you and Isabel around. It almost feels..."
"Real?" he finished for her as he found himself subconsciously taking a step closer towards her.
"Yeah," she said as she looked up at him and smiled and then dropped her gaze down to his mouth. Did he always have such a kissable mouth? "Real."
"Lorelai…"
'Luke?" a sleepy Isabel's voice called out.
"Yeah, kiddo?" he answered trying his best not to sound too disappointed by the interruption as Lorelai turned her gaze away from him and down to her shoes.
"I'm hungry."
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"It was a waltz," Lorelai explained as she hopped up onto the counter and watched as Rory put a tray full of tater tots and a frozen pizza into the oven. She had changed out of her dress from the wedding and was now wearing a short nightgown and robe set.
"Luke can waltz?" Rory repeated in shock.
"Luke can waltz!" Lorelai answered with a big grin.
"Look how you just said Luke can waltz."
"What? I'm just saying I'm surprised that Luke can waltz."
"That sounded more like, 'I'm surprised I still have my clothes on'."
"Stop," Lorelai replied but she couldn't stop herself from grinning as she thought back to the dance.
"So I take it you didn't get around to discussing an alternate plan with Luke?"
"There was no time," Lorelai shrugged. "He was asleep when I got in last night, then this morning we were all crazy getting ready, then the wedding…"
"I don't think you want to come up with an alternate plan." Rory said in an accusatory tone as she went to the fridge and pulled out a bag of salad for Luke and some dressing.
"Why would you say that?"
"Well, look at you!" Rory said as she grabbed a bowl for the salad. "You're sitting there in some pretty suggestive attire for just lounging around."
"This is not suggestive!" Lorelai answered defensively.
"Please, you look like Mariah Carey on Cribs!"
"You're exaggerating."
"What did you wear to the wedding?"
"My pink halter dress with the funky flower print."
"Mmm hmm," Rory smirked as she grabbed a pair of tongs from the drawer to mix the salad with. "And the shoes?"
"My pink pumps."
"You wore you're 'come and get it' pumps and you're going to tell me you're not dressing suggestive for Luke?"
"They are not come and get it!"
"Fine, then go out there and put them back on and take off the robe."
"Isabel's watching a movie with Luke! I can't go out there looking like Mariah Carey on Cribs."
"So you admit that you're trying to get Luke to come and get it?"
"I'm not that kind of girl," she replied defensively. "It has to be his idea to come and get it."
"So you're saying you wouldn't turn him down if he tried to come and get it?" Rory asked as she took the bowl of salad over to the table.
"So what if I didn't?" Lorelai shrugged. "I mean would it be that bad? He's Luke."
"Exactly!" Rory exclaimed. "He's Luke. Our Luke, Stars Hollow's Luke. If you screw this up, it will be bad for all of us." Rory warned. "Having this little arrangement for the sake of Isabel is one thing, but if you break his heart and screw this thing you've got going up, it will be a mess."
"First of all, I would never do anything to hurt Luke or Isabel. Secondly, you're getting all freaked out over nothing." Lorelai said as she shook her head. "Nothing is happening."
"Yet." Rory grinned.
"Shouldn't you be at Lane's?"
"Shouldn't you be wearing pants?"
"You're so not allowed to come here and do laundry anymore," Lorelai replied as she hopped off the counter and grabbed a towel before taking the pizza and tater tots out of the oven. "Food's ready!"
"Yeah, Luke. Come and get it!"
