"Name?" the hostess asks.

"Danes, party of two." Luke answers.

She checks the list, grabs two menus and says, "Right this way."

She shows us to our table. A booth near the back of the dining area. I slide in first, while Luke takes off his jacket and sets it behind his head, then sits beside me. We share a smile, and I can't believe that we haven't said anything yet...I mean, usually we banter or talk about crazy stuff, usually brought on by me...but right now...nothing...just shy smiles...god, someone say something!

"So..." I begin, not really knowing what to say after. God, why does he have to look at me like that? He is the first man to ever render Lorelai Gilmore speechless...and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

"Lorelai, are you ok? You haven't said anything since we got here," he says.

"Not true. I said 'so'," I remind him, then answer, "Of course I'm fine. Why would I be?" 'I've got you here. How could I not be fine? Wow, Lorelai, that was very mushy.'

He reaches over, grabs my hand and says, "Just checking."

I smile at his gesture, and take his hand tighter in mine. 'Lets see how he feels about public displays of affection,' I think, as I lean in and kiss him warmly on the lips; when I don't feel him pull away, I smile into the kiss. When I pull away, we both have a dopey grin on our face, and I scoot closer to him and lean into him.

"This is nice," I complement.

He kisses my head and says, "I agree."

"But, you know what would be even more nice?"

"What?"

"Someone to come take our order, cause I'm hungry," 'And not just for the food. DIRTY!'

"You haven't even looked at the menu yet, how do you know what you want to eat?" he asks.

I pick up the menu, examine it and say, "The Chicken Caesar Salad sounds good."

"What?"

"The Chicken Caesar Salad...minus the salad and the dressing," I say, in true Lorelai fashion.

"So, you want Chicken? Lorelai this is a Pork house, they can't possibly have-" he's cut off by me showing him the place on the menu that says they do in fact have chicken. "-ok, so, the name of this establishment means nothing to them."

"Babe, don't worry, I was confused for a second too," I tell him.

'Lorelai Gilmore called me babe...all these years, and I finally have her. Damn, I'm one lucky guy.' "Good, I didn't want to be the only one."

Once I got food in my system, the rest of the date went along smoothly. We talked about the diner, repairs for the charcoaled inn we call Independence. The conversation turned to Rory, and that was when I realized that, Luke thinks very highly of my daughter, almost as if she were his own child. In many ways, I wish she was. Luke is always there when we need him and he drops whatever it is he was doing to beat up an old boyfriend. I love this man.

Next thing I know, Luke is paying for the dinner, and we are walking back out to the truck. I take his hand, and when we get to the truck, I stand with my back to the door, bring my free hand up, and motion with my finger for him to 'come here'. He does so, and I capture my lips with his. I run my tongue along his lower lip, begging for entrance, and he accepts. Our tongues dance together, I'd like to call it a tango. This kiss is over way too soon for my liking, courtesy of Luke.

"Wow," he says when he pulls away.

"Luke, take me home," I says, and he looks like he just got hit by a bus, "so we can pick up where we left off last night," I finish.

He smiles, opens the door for me, and walks around gets behind the wheel and pulls out of the parking lot. This time, the ride is filled with the built up sexual tension for the past five years give or take a year. We are both silent, looking to the road ahead. God, I want him. Can someone want someone so much that they would risk a car accident to fulfill their every desire? 'Cause seriously, I'm thinking about climbing on his lap right now and just have my way with him. That would solve the 'has he ever done it in his truck' mystery.

Why am I acting like this? I've never been like this, not with any guy I've dated. Probably because, this is LUKE. I'm dating Luke. I'm in love with Luke. So, this is what love feels like. Never wanting to be with out him, never wanting to mess anything up with him. He is 'it' for me, just like Rory said.

He pulls me out of my lovely thoughts about him by asking, "What are you thinking about?"

'Um...' "Do you really want to know?" I ask him.

"Yes. Unless your thoughts are something that I don't want to hear then, no," he says, smiling slightly.

I sigh, well, I've never been in love before, so I'm guessing the blunt approach is not going to be a good idea, seeing as how he is driving us home. "Well, I was thinking about...you. Us."

"Were they good thoughts?"

I smile, "Yes. Very good thoughts."

"How good?"

'Well...' "I'll tell you later?"

"Tell me? Why not show me?"

"Dirty!"

He shakes his head, "I set myself up for that."

"Yes you did."

The rest of the ride went smoothly, and when we arrived in Stars Hollow, I say, "You know, um...Rory is staying at Lane's...do you, want to...to come in?"

"Sure."

We barly make it through the door, when we both lean in for a deep passionate kiss. Who knows who started moving back towards the stairs, but, moving is what we are doing. I don't think I can make it upstairs while kissing him, and I believe that he sensed that, cause he reaches down, picks me up bridal style, and is carrying me up the stairs to my room. No man has ever been in my room before...except for Max, but that was awkward, and...never, ever think of Max while you're kissing Luke.

We reach the top of the stairs, he puts me down and I say, "You know, you're the first man that will ever stay over in my bed...is that ok?"

"Is it ok with you?"

I smile and kiss him, take him by the hand and lead him into my room.

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