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Luke was finding it nearly impossible to drive. She wasn't really doing anything in particular to distract him, it was those damn legs. Once they had climbed into the truck Lorelai had crossed her legs, her dress barely long enough to cover her knees and while Luke appreciated that, (wink wink), he hated that it didn't come down farther for it gave him a perfect view of those legs of hers. Legs of a goddess, he mused, trying his damnedest to keep his eyes on the road, and failing miserably. They were halfway to Litchfield now, with only about five miles to go, but as she uncrossed and then recrossed her legs to face him he gave up his resolve and with his right hand reached over and unbuckled her. Confusion spread across her face before he pulled her towards him, the gesture causing her to smile.
As he stared out towards the road his hands took up their own activity, uncrossing her legs and running his hands up and down her thighs and then to her knee caps, causing her to tremble. His hand landed on the inside of her left hip, causing her to sigh in frustration, to which he smiled. "Why are you sighing?" He asked, innocently inching his hand higher and settling it just under the bottom of her dress.
"You know what I'm sighing about." She retorted, her hand traveling innocently towards his thigh, enjoying his sharp intake of breath as it landed innocently on his thigh. As he lifted his hand and began tracing circles with his fingers on her thigh, she mimicked his movements through his jeans as both of their breathing began to pick up. As Luke's hand pushed up on the material of her dress Lorelai found her hand nearing his groin, his approval obvious, even through his loose slacks.
"We…" He breathed, stopping his hand from finishing its voyage. "We should wait…"
"You're right." She sighed, not moving her hand.
"Well then move your hand." He demanded, taking a glance at her from the corner of his eye.
"You first." She replied, still very aware of his hands current location.
"I asked you first."
"No you told me first."
"So what, just move your hand."
"Nuh-uh." She shook her head, grinning like a mad man. "Not til you move yours, you started this."
"I did not!" He exclaimed, planting his hand firmly on her thigh.
"Yes you did, you pulled me over here, I was an innocent bystander."
"Innocent my ass, you were aiming your legs over here."
"Aiming my legs?" She giggled. "Pray-tell Luke, how the hell does one aim their legs while riding in a truck in a dress.
"You could have crossed them the other way, you moved them so I could see them in my peripheral."
"They were tired of being aimed in that direction." She replied, her hand tightening slightly on his leg.
"Lorelai, just move your hand, then I'll move mine."
"Uh…no." She said playfully.
"Don't make me pull this truck over." He warned, playing along.
"Why so you can have your wicked way with me?"
"Lorelai…" He sighed.
"You set yourself up for that one." She smiled.
"Yeah…" He agreed. "I did."
"Ok then, on the count of three then, ok?"
"Ok."
"One…two…three." Neither hands had moved and Luke found himself stifling laughter. "Why the hell are we so reluctant to let go?"
"I dunno." She said, thinking for a moment. "We don't have to move our hands off each other, we just can't move them up each other. As long as they remain still, we have nothing to worry about."
"Ok then, I won't move if you won't."
"Deal."
"Lorelai?" He asked, noticing an all to familiar side road up ahead.
"Yes Luke."
"I was gonna take you to a restaurant tonight, but how would you feel if I stopped off and grabbed a couple of steaks and we went to my cabin."
"Your cabin? The place you always go when we fight?"
"That'd be it."
"I'd love to."
"Ok then." He smiled, turning right and pulling into a grocery store parking lot. After jumping out and opening her door for her he wrapped his arm around her shoulders they began walking towards the entrance. "You know I've never taken anyone to that cabin?"
"You seem to be letting me fulfill a lot of firsts." She sighed happily, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist. "I like that." She revealed, leaning up to kiss him softly.
"I like it too." He replied as they entered the front door.
"Luke?" She asked, looking hopefully up at him.
"Yeah?" He replied, grabbing a buggy.
"Does this cabin have a coffee pot?"
"Yes, it does." He replied, watching as her eyes lit up.
"Can I?" She asked, for all the world looking like a two year old begging for a lolli pop.
"Yes." He relented, smiling as she squealed in excitement and threw her arms around his neck, gaining a few pair of watching eyes. She pulled away and headed off in search of coffee. He only smiled at her retreating figure and made his way back to produce where he picked out two rib-eyes, his mouth watering in anticipation of this wonderful beef. As he turned into the next aisle he found two good sized baked potatoes and bagged them, turning back to see Lorelai standing there quietly and their buggy now half-full. "What is all this?" He asked, "I thought you went after coffee."
"Well, it's funny, cause the coffee just so happens to be in the candy aisle, isn't that weird? And I just saw all of this and I had to have it, are you mad?"
"No." He sighed. "I won't get mad as long as you promise me you won't eat it all tonight."
"It's a deal." She smiled, leaning up to kiss him sweetly. Hooking her arm through his they made their way to the check-out lane, Lorelai receiving some appreciative glances from some men, and a few getting slapped by their wives for their blatant staring. Luke's arm unhooked from hers and pulled her protectively to him. She smiled at his chauvinism and kissed his now smooth cheek. "Ahhh…." She gasped, finally noticing the hickey on the side of his neck. "I better have gave you that." She joked, reaching up to stroke the area it occupied.
"You did." He smiled, leaning towards her and whispering warmly into her hair. "You also put an impressive smiley face on my stomach."
"It worked?" She squealed, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the cereal aisle.
"We can't just leave the buggy." He complained, watching as she pulled the buggy into the aisle with them and looked around as if about to shoplift or something.
"Show me." She demanded, reaching towards his shirt only to have her hand caught midway.
"What, now? Can't it wait til we're outside?"
"No, c'mon Luke I just want to glance at it, no one's looking." She begged, looking around once more. "Please Luke?" She pouted, watching as he sighed in resignation and lifted his shirt. Lorelai smiled at her handy-work and reached out to trace the pattern, holding his shirt so he couldn't pull it down. "It looks good." She complimented herself, smiling proudly and allowing him to drop his shirt. "Did I ever tell you how much I appreciate your healthy habits." She asked, entwining her fingers with his as they made their way to the check out line.
"Yes. I believe you even talked of converting from your eating habits."
"No!" She gasped in mock horror, her thumb stroking idly on the back of his hand. "I must have temporarily lost my mind. While the benefits are…exemplary, I was once told that my eating habits made me the way I am today, which in his words, was perfect."
"Oh really?" He asked, beginning to unload his cart onto the rotating aisle. "And who was this guy."
"Oh I think you know him, blue eyes, never without a five o'clock shadow, nice ass, and this incredible talent with his tongue-" Luke watched a woman's ears perk behind them and chose this moment to interrupt.
"I think I know who you're talking about now."
"Oh, you do? Well that's nice, maybe you and him can go fishing some time."
"Maybe." He replied, watching the total appear on the cash register. While he had planned to spend more at the restaurant, $52.84 was a lot more than he planned to spend at the grocery store. After paying he grabbed the paper sacks and headed outside, Lorelai matching him step for step. After throwing the bags in back they hopped into the truck, Lorelai practically plastered to his side, the fact of which Luke was very happy. As he started the truck and pulled out Lorelai's hand found his thigh and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Not that again…"
The drive to the cabin went surprisingly without incident with Lorelai only man-handling Luke twice the whole trip. Luke however could not complain and nor did he consider it. It was already four and they had ate nothing, he snickered, all day. Luke was a hungry man. As they turned off from the side road onto a partially hidden gravel road Lorelai cooed at the sight of the lake, shimmering in the heat of the afternoon. Trees still surrounded the lake and the road itself, however as the cabin came into view Lorelai gasped. She had expected it to be a rugged cabin, no bigger than the first floor of her house, with an outhouse and no running water, so the sight before her left her utterly and completely surprised. Luke smiled at her plain reaction and smiled as she jumped out of the truck before he had fully parked to evaluate it. "It's open." He called to her, grabbing the bags from the back as she stepped onto the wrap-around porch. She took notice of the porch swing and smiled, it would be put to good use later, in a non-dirty sort of way.
She carefully walked up to the door, which appeared to be oak and lifted the handle (obviously hand made, yet classy) and gasped at the sight before her. This was nothing like she had imagined, for one it was all hardwood floor, no carpet in sight, except for a rug in front of the fireplace. While not extravagant it was very nice, carrying that rugged look that Lorelai knew it had to possess. Straight ahead of her was a fireplace, a couch and a chair on wither side of it, with a coffee table between the two. The left wall of the living room was seemingly nothing but glass, giving a spectacular view of the lake in all its glory. A pair of glass doors opened up onto a deck, its boards surrounding what was undoubtedly a fire pit in the very center. To her left was a kitchen, while small it held everything that a person would need while occupying themselves here, a stove to dry socks, a refrigerator to hold spoilable foods, and a sink with what Lorelai felt relieved to know was running water. A table sat in the left corner of the room, undoubtedly pulled put when the cooking was done and used to eat on.
As Luke unloaded their supplies and began to prep the steaks Lorelai's brow furrowed in confusion and he knew before she asked what her question would be. "Come outside on the back deck." He grunted, grabbing the wooden slab the steaks were on and leading her out the glass doors onto the deck. As he grabbed the lighter out of a water-proof box next to the pit Lorelai finally noticed the stairs at the side of the house which led upstairs. "Is it open?" She asked and Luke nodded, placing the steaks on the grill. After wiping his hands on a towel he followed her up, noticing her reaction when she opened the door. The first thing you encountered when walking in was the hallway, two doors on the right and one in the middle of the left. Lorelai chose door number one on the right and found the bathroom, equipped with sink, tub, shower, and toilet. It was simple. Like a bathroom should be, for you only used it for two things, and after the one you were eager to leave. Leaving the door half open she ventured to the second door on the right side, where she opened up to see a set of bunk beds, a dresser, and a Black Sabbath poster. Lorelai didn't have to ask to know that he and Liz had at one time shared this room, she smiled as she noticed the baseball glove stuffed underneath the dresser and the cigarette packs hidden under the rug, confirming her suspicion for he had never brought another girl up here and he had never that she knew of touched a cigarette. She smiled as his hand traveled to her shoulder and he kissed her neck.
"You look at the other one." He whispered. "I have to go make sure the pit's not too hot." As he descended the stairs Lorelai turned and came to door number three, the anticipation about to kill her. Upon opening the door the first thing she saw was the bed, with lamps on either side of it. A bathroom occupied the right corner of the room, equipped with a toilet, shower, and sink whereas on the right side a small set of three stairs was located, Lorelai taking them and coming to a pair of wood doors. Turning both handles she opened the door and again gasped, as she stepped out onto the deck she saw Luke below, busily fussing with the steaks, the view ahead of her stunning, a complete view of the lake. As she shaded her eyes against the hot sun she saw a pier about thirty yards off, an old row boat tied to the end of it. Smiling she looked down at Luke who was now looking up at her and she smiled, receiving a smile from him in return. She turned and headed back into the hall and downstairs.
"And all this time I thought you were roughing it." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind. He turned to face her and kissed her gently.
"Why would you have thought that?" He joked. "What do you think about the place?"
"It's absolutely breathtaking." She answered without hesitation.
"Well good." He sighed, glancing at the steaks and running his hands through his hair. "I'm glad you like it." His grasp tightened on her and Lorelai sensed a change in him, but said nothing, he was more than likely thinking about his parents. "Can you go get the potatoes out of the kitchen?" He asked. "They're already wrapped in aluminum foil."
"Alright." She eagerly replied, fetching the potatoes and then watching as he placed them on the grill with the steak. A picnic table was conveniently set on one end of the deck and they occupied it until the steaks were done, only marveling at the beauty of the property. As they ate they talked about normal things, Rory, Chilton, Friday night dinners, Taylor's new festival idea, Kirk asking Gypsy out on a date…the usual. "That was the best meal that I have ever eaten." She sighed after cleaning her plate. She retrieved a beer from the refrigerator and a fresh cup of coffee and this time placed herself beside Luke.
"I'm sorry you wasted that perfectly good dress." He said, accepting the beer from her and twisting off the cap, watching as she lapped at her coffee.
"The evenings not over yet." She teased, wiggling her eyebrows and kissing him lightly, to which he enthusiastically responded. "Ok." She said after pulling away. "I want to know more about this place, now dish. How'd you get it? How long you had it? Do you rent it out for extra cash. Spill."
Luke drew in a deep breath and answered simply. "Well…" He started, pulling her to him and rubbing her back gently. "Dad started building this place when I was about five. Mom loved it, so we made a lot of trips up here, at least once a season. He was constantly renovating it and making it better, and then mom got sick. I was about nine at that time and we spent the whole summer up here the year before she died…"
"Oh, Luke." She replied, rubbing his chest gently as he recalled his memories.
"She loved this place, she never wanted to leave. But school started back and dad had the store, so we left. That winter mom got down real bad and begged to come back here, just for a day. So we came, and had a miserable time. We were all trying to have a good time, but the situation just didn't warrant happiness. About a month after that day she died. We didn't come back up here after she died. Then about ten years ago dad took sick and when he died he left this place to me. I really didn't want it, it only brought back bad memories, so I decided to sell it. But I made a trip up here to have it assessed and decided it would be impossible to sell."
"It's so beautiful here." Lorelai awed, waiting for Luke to continue.
"Yeah, that and dad built it, with his own hands, just my uncles helping him. They both loved this place and so did me and Liz, so I decided to keep it. Eventually I pushed back the bad memories and only knew the good, it was better that way, still is…" He took a long pull of his beer and pointed towards the lake. "Mom and dad are both buried across the lake, under a willow tree that mom used to love to sit under and watch us swim. She'd take a book out there and read until dad dragged her into the water, so when she took sick she insisted to be buried there, and we own the property so…"
"So it's also a sort of family reunion when you come here?" She asked, his grip on her tightening.
"In a way. When you and I fought I would come here and get some advice, you and mom were alike in what ways I can remember of her. She would've loved you. You and Rory are all I ever talk about most of the time, of course there's Liz and Jess, but…you were my main topic."
"They give good advice." Lorelai stated, hugging up close to him.
"Why do you say that?" He asked, looking questioningly at her.
"Well we always made up."
"You have a point." He replied, hugging her close as the sun beat down on them. They sat in silence for a good while, just looking out over the lake and holding one another, content to just sit there, together, forever.
As Luke did the dishes Lorelai went in search of clothes in the closet upstairs, finding some interesting loot and entering the kitchen just as Luke finished. "For you." She said, throwing him an old pair of knee length shorts. Quietly he undid his trousers and pulled them on over his boxers, then instead of unbuttoning he pulled his white Oxford shirt over his head, choosing to remain shirtless instead of wearing the wife-beater he had been wearing. Lorelai smiled at the sight of him, his hair slightly askew, his bare chest perfectly chiseled, and his shorts barely hanging to his hips, his boxers were revealed at his waist, and no matter how much Luke pulled up his shorts, they kept falling back down under the waistband of his boxers. He finally gave up as his attention was drawn to Lorelai, her dress falling to the ground, seemingly on its own as she pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and a wife beater. As she grabbed her hair and smoothed it out from under the back of the shirt, she finally noticed Luke's gaze on her and for some odd reason found herself blushing.
"You wanna go swimmin?" He asked, his voice husky.
"Is the water warm?"
"It was blazing earlier." He informed her, stepping up to her and pulling her to him. His lips slowly descended onto hers, warm and sweet. Lorelai thought she would melt right there, loving how sensual and sensitive this man could be. As the kiss escalated and tongues joined the party Luke slowly ground himself against her and could only groan when she pushed herself back against him. "Besides." He muttered, pulling away. "We can keep warm." Before she could reply Luke had picked her up and was carrying her outside towards the water, much to her delight.
As they entered the water however Lorelai shrieked, the water freezing below the surface and warm near the top. As Luke let her fall from his arms into the water she shrieked again. As she submerged he hauled her up against his chest, licking a blazing trail from the hollow of her throat to her lips, his hands already fumbling to remove her shirt. All thoughts of being cold escaped her mind as she took his bottom lip between her lips and bit sweetly, enjoying his groan of approval. As he sought her lips however she managed to wriggle away from him, teasing him unmercilessly by arching her back against him and rotating her hips slowly before slipping from his grasp and diving under water.
Luke wasted no time in swimming after her, after his eyes adjusted underwater he felt a tapping on his shoulder and turned to grab her. She let him catch her and was surprised when his mouth covered hers, even while they were underwater and their tongues began to duel. When breathing became vital they submerged, Luke's shorts having fell off of him long ago and the boxers she had been wearing floating along with his shorts somewhere. As he pulled her to him her arms wrapped around his water covered back, heat radiating from him, she kissed him like there was no tomorrow and s the sun began to set behind them they also made love like there was no tomorrow.
A/N: Is that to your liking? I'm not going to do any explicit material in this story, due to the simple fact that you are all perverted bastards and can fully imagine what is happening. Lol. Anyway, did y'all like it, I mean it's a long un, longer than any other I've ever done (dirty), but I liked it. REVIEW!