ok, so here it is. you waited long, but I really tried to post it as soon as I could :)
Want to thank for all the reviews again! youre all sooo great to me!
and my angel Angela for beta! what would Ive done without you?
ok so I stop with babbling and go with the story:)
Lorelai and Rory were walking down the street, straight to Luke's. It had been a really stressful Saturday morning for Lorelai. First she had to deal with Emily and her preparations for the DAR meeting at the inn. Then Luke had called, telling her his uncle Louie had died.
The worst thing was that she couldn't see Luke right away. Not only because of her mother, but also because no one knew about their relationship yet. Any kind of spontaneous PDA that she slowly started to miss in this relationship was out of the question. She knew Luke definitely wasn't a PDA kind of guy, but sometimes she just wished she could kiss him goodbye or hello over the counter and not just sneak to the storage room again. She seriously began to think that people started to find their actions weird and were becoming suspicious. They both had agreed it was better this way for their still new romantic relationship. But now she had started to regret this decision.
"It's so sad," Rory finally said, stopping Lorelei's thoughts.
"I know." Lorelai confirmed.
"Was Luke, like, shaken over his uncle dying?" Rory asked.
"I don't know. He's so unflappable. It's hard to tell," Lorelai replied, with a mischievous grin on her face, thinking about just how unflappable Luke was
"The man definitely can't be flapped," Rory stated.
"Oh, you have no idea..." Lorelai thought, her smile getting bigger. "Stop there Gilmore! It's not the time or place to have dirty Luke's thoughts!"
When Lorelai and Rory finally walked into the diner, the place was completely packed. They spotted Luke behind the counter talking on the phone, desperately trying to serve his costumers at the same time.
"Can I get another cup of coffee?" a woman called after Luke.
"In a minute," Luke replied, irritated, the phone cradled between his ear and his shoulder.
"Hey, is that my food?" a man said and pointed to the plates Luke was now holding in his hands.
"More coffee here, too, please, "another man called after him.
Lorelai watched the entire scene with amusement as Luke tried to do ten things at the same time with a phone still in the crook of his neck. "Well you know very well he can multitask..." Lorelai thought to herself. " What's with all the Dirty Luke's thoughts today?"
"In a minute," Luke said again through his teeth. Now he was so irritated he didn't even notice Lorelai and Rory standing in the middle of the diner.
"Is that my food?" the guy asked again, as Luke tried to figure out whose plates he was holding.
"More coffee for me, too," Kirk asked as if on purpose to annoy Luke even more.
"Shut up, Kirk."
"Is that my food?" the guy asked for the third time. Luke just looked at him, and then at food he was still in his hands, then back again at the guy.
"Yes, Sy, that's your food." Luke finally decided
"Well, can I have it?" Sy asked irritated.
"I'm doing all I can here, folks." Luke said firmly to everyone around him.
"I asked nicely," Kirk murmured.
"Hey, hey, watch the cord!" A man shouted at Luke as the phone cord landed in his plate.
"Try ducking," Luke replied.
"You should update to a cordless," Kirk suggested, but Luke didn't hear him as he spotted Lorelai smiling at him.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Lorelai asked and Luke was about to make his way to her when… "Watch, watch it". She cried, and tried to help him when one of the plates almost ended up on the floor. "Oh I think someone here has a strong effect on Luke," she thought teasingly.
"Thanks, thanks, I'm on the phone."
"We noticed," Lorelai stated and looked at Luke. He really looked tired and even a little helpless.
"Yeah, I can't serve and be on the phone," he complained, but the tone of his voice softened when he was talking to her.
"We noticed that, too," Rory replied.
"But your reenactment of Jerry Lewis in The Diner Guy is gonna wow the critics," Lorelai joked, taking the plates from his hands and handing them to Rory. Luke just looked at her with amusement and adoration not caring that people could watch their interaction.
"Where should the poached eggs go?" Rory asked and both Luke and Lorelai had to stop their 'high-school-daze-stare'
"Crank in the hat," Luke motioned his head at the guy in the opposite corner of the diner.
"Hey, I'm not a crank! You're a crank, crank!" The guy shouted at Luke
"He is a crank." Rory confirmed and made her way right to his table.
"And the French toast?" Lorelai asked, leaning a little so that Luke could now feel her breath on his cheek. He closed his eyes at the sensation, hoping no one would notice and wishing they could be somewhere else. Together. Alone. All he could do was to inhale deeply.
"Lady with the giant purse," he managed to finally say just as the voice in the phone made him forgot about how close Lorelai was to him. "Ah, yup," he replied to the guy on the other end of the line.
"This is not good," a man sitting at the counter commented.
"Hey, fall back cowboy!" Lorelai yelled at him. The man obeyed and immediately went back to his food. Lorelai then grabbed Luke by the shoulder and pushed him back behind the counter.
"Oh God! I love his strong shoulders... If we just could... Stop that Lorelai!"
"Yo, whoa, whoa, whoa – what are you doing?" Luke complained as Lorelai situated him closer to the phone so he could focus on his call.
"Come here. Just stay on the phone and give me these," She said, taking more plates from him just smiling at him sweetly. " Where do they go?" She asked.
"Table by the window." Luke motioned his head the direction.
"Don't you number your tables?" Lorelai pouted.
"No." Luke whispered, narrowing his eyes, sensing that there was something on her mind.
"You should number your tables." Lorelai suggested, smiling brightly.
"What good would that do? If I said a number, you wouldn't know what table was what number." Luke tried his reasonable defense against her.
"But all restaurants number their table. You should number your tables." She wasn't going to surrender this battle that easy.
"Table five, they go to table five." Luke sighed heavily, but Lorelai could see that he was starting to grin a bit.
"Cool. Which one is that?" She was now grinning like a little kid, knowing that she won once again.
"Table by the window." Luke furrowed his eyebrows even more; this time Lorelai knew he'd had enough.
"By the window, Elma." She handed the plated to Rory, but still was smiling at Luke.
"Got it, Gertie." Rory replied, taking the food from her mother.
"Hello? How 'bout that coffee?" Kirk didn't let them forget about his presence.
"I got it." Lorelai stopped Luke before he killed Kirk on sight.
"Thanks." Luke smiled gently at her. He had helped her every time she needed it, even if she couldn't admit that she needed help, but now she was there for him. It was a great feeling.
"But, but – mine's a quarter caf." Kirk complained when Lorelai took the coffee pot to refill his mug.
"Huh?" She asked confused.
"Three-fourths decaf, one-fourth caffeinated," he explained.
"I four-fourths don't care." Lorelai said, pouring Kirk his coffee. She didn't see Luke watching her intently. He still couldn't believe this amazing woman wanted him.
"Fill it up," Kirk said, but Lorelai already had.
"Sorry about this," Luke whispered as Lorelai put the coffee pot back on the burner. A shiver ran through her from his gentle tone. She still couldn't believe what an effect this man had over her, now after all this years.
"It's okay," she smiled.
"Sometimes you get the world's full of people who micromanage their lives to the point where they can't wait an extra second for anything." Luke started to rant a little. Lorelai tried to suppress her laughter. She loved ranting Luke.
"We're running out of coffee." She informed him, trying to stop his rant.
"I'll make some more." Luke immediately made his way to the coffee maker, but Lorelai stopped him taking the pot back again in her hand. But they were now extremely close to one another.
"No, I got it." Lorelai finally said, her breathing a little more rapid.
"Do you know how?" Luke asked as if he didn't know whom he was talking to.
"Do I . . . ugh. . .I am Cathy Coffee, mister, the bastard offspring of Mrs. Folger and Juan Valdez. " Lorelai joked, but their eyes were still fixed on one another.
"Hey Luke, where's Jess?" Rory stopped them again. "If they don't stop this everyone will know right away just by looking at them," she thought. "Could they be more obvious?"
"I don't know." Luke said waking up from his "Lorelai-daze."
"Storage room?" She suggested
"Please." Luke replied sarcastically taking two steps away from Lorelai, creating a safe distance between them." He's probably upstairs."
"Really? Excuse me." Rory replied, annoyed, making her way up the stairs to Luke's apartment
"It's too strong." Luke said, pulling the coffee away from Lorelai
"No, it's not." Lorelai protested and put in even more.
"No, it's too strong." Luke tried to stop her once again, but it was not getting him anywhere.
"You're on the phone." Lorelai reminded him and he immediately, instantly put the phone back to his ear.
"Not everybody likes it that strong." Luke said
"Well, then I shall convert them. I am the Jehovah's coffee girl."
"Took me twenty minutes to get past this place's stupid busy signal, then they put me on hold forever." Luke complained, defeated. Lorelai couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked. She wanted nothing more than just to hug him not to mention the kissing, but still she could sense he needed a hug. But she knew very well she couldn't, especially not here and now, behind the diner counter during the lunch rush.
"Who's keeping you on hold?" Lorelai asked, wanting nothing more than to just help him.
"That mortuary in Florida where my uncle's at." Luke explained hopelessly. He hated
not having control over things. His life was simple and orderly. Well, at least it was till the tornado that was Lorelai came into his life.
"Florida? I thought he was in the area." Lorelai was confused. She still knew so little about him. It was sad somehow that he knew almost everything about her, and yet he was still a mystery for her.
Luke then started to explain to Lorelai that his uncle was living in Orlando and how his father wanted Louie to be buried in Stars Hollow next to him, so he could kick his ass. How his uncle was a loner and didn't have anyone who could look after him and that he -- Luke was the only one who could do anything.
Once again they were lost in conversation with each other, all the other people in the diner forgotten.
"And since Louie's a war veteran, the town Revolutionary War reenactors will attend the service, do the salute thing, you know." Luke explained, lost in her blue eyes. " I mean, it makes me nauseous, but my dad wanted it." Then he suddenly stopped and spoke to the phone. "Yeah, hi, I'm still here . . .Yes, the deceased is Louie Danes . . .Right . . .No, Hartford's not too far, I can do that. Thanks." Luke sighed heavily and hung up the phone. " Great, that's done." He turned to Lorelai once again." Uh, okay, I should probably go pick out a coffin before he gets here."
" Great, go." Lorelai immediately started to push him out of place behind the counter. She took every possibility to just touch him. She felt so stupid, like a teenage girl again.
"I have to close up," Luke stopped walking and turned around to face her.
"No, you don't. You're covered." Lorelai shook her head, trying to convince him she could handle it. She really wanted to help him -- he wasn't only her boyfriend, he was her friend, best friend even. Then an idea came to mind.
"But you know what?" she started, you should show me where things are in the storage room, in case we need anything while you're gone," she suggested, a little devilish gleam in her eyes that Luke recognized immediately. He really wanted to have a second alone with her, he just needed to... he just needed her. Simple as that.
"Oh, okay, well... then. Yeah, okay. Lets go, I'll show you everything," Luke said, looking around to see if anyone was watching them. "Lets go," he said guiding her with his hand on the small of her back.
"They are spend so much time in there, she should know how much ketchup is in every bottle," a man in the corner commented the moment they disappeared behind the door.
Just as they were out of everyone else's sight, Lorelai's hands went around Luke's waist, hugging him tightly, bringing his body as close as she could. Luke didn't hesitate hugging her back.
"You're okay?" Lorelai asked.
"Yeah, now I'm fine" he smiled back at her gently.
"I wish we could do this out there," Lorelai complained to his neck.
"I know," Luke replied, making little circles on her lower back with his fingers. "But we both decided its better that way."
"Yeah, yeah you're right," she said pulling away, but her arms remained around him. "God why were we so stupid, agreeing to this?" She pouted, but Luke cut the pout short, kissing her hard, bringing her body closer to his.
She moaned a little when she felt his tongue in her mouth searching for hers. Their bodies melted. Hands roamed. The kiss was full of passion but with understanding and comfort too.
When they finally pulled away, they were breathing fast and hard, resting their foreheads against one another.
"I gotta go, " Luke finally said, but he didn't move, arms firmly around her.
"Yeah you've got to go," she replied.
"As much as I want to stay here like this, they'll be waiting for me in Hartford," Luke said and reluctantly pulled away from her.
She placed a long soft kiss on his lips and pushed him out of the storage room back to the diner. "Yeah go, go, we'll be all right here."
"You and Rory don't have to do this." Luke said turning a little around to face her, but she was still pushing him out.
"We don't mind. Go. It'll give me a chance to number all the tables." Lorelai smiled at him, reassuring him that she really wanted to help.
"Be my guest."
"Also, are they arranged like this for any particular reason?" Lorelai joked, looking around and starting to mentally rearrange the diner.
Luke stopped in his tracks and turned to face her.
"Don't change anything." He warned her with his index finger.
"It's totally not feng shui." Lorelai narrowed her eyes
"Gertie." Luke said warningly, and he was out the door.
"Go!" Lorelai shouted after him. Both didn't realize the same guy was watching them from the corner of the diner.
"So you know where the pickles are Lorelai?" He asked her.
"What?" She asked dreamy.
TBC
NEXT ON: Lorelai and Luke would try to find some time alone. Someone will be very suspiciouse about Lorelais behavior. And Luke willdo/say something without thinkingthat could change everything...
ok I know maybe not the best and you were waiting for soo long, but belive me it had to be that way :) so what do you think? good? bad? or between? tell me your thoughts :)
