A/N: A big thank you to my beta, dimoreien, who tells it like it is. Another big thank you for the lovely reviews. Now, let's bring the pain.

She Always Takes Me Back

Chapter 16: Gigi's Got a Gun

"Now, take off your pants." Lorelai said as she pressed her body into Luke's and kissed him firmly on the lips.

"But Rory…"

"Luke, Rory is 20 years old. You have to get over this. If we get married and have kids, I'll still expect sex regularly, and if you want more than one kid, you have to stop acting like a prude. Some parents have sex with their kids in their bed."

"But it's just…"

"No. I'm going to tell you something, and I don't want you to get upset. Rory's had sex, Luke. She understands and knows we love each other."

"I didn't want to know that," he said, pushing Lorelai off him and sitting up.

"Luke, I want you and I want to be with you. I don't want to break the bed or drop plaster on the first floor, I want to feel you. We just got back together and I want to make love to you. Rory won't hear a thing. She's listening to music and reading a book. She'll be asleep in no time. Let's make love, Luke."

"Okay, I guess," he said with a sigh. "Can I ask one question first?"

"Sure."

"Was it Jess?"

"No, it wasn't."

"Good because if it was I was going to have to find him and kill him," Luke said as he laid back down on the bed. "Now, c'mere, and maybe I can participate, too."

Lorelai smiled and straddled Luke again. "Pants, hon."

Luke lifted his hips as Lorelai pulled down his sweats and boxers.

"Now that is a sight I like to see," she said she grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. "I love that you take such good care of your body."

"Well, your body is a temple," Luke said between moans and kisses, as his hands moved to Lorelai's breasts.

"And I am going to worship you tonight, babe," she said with a chuckle as slid down his legs and placed a kiss on each kneecap. As she slowly kissed her way up his thighs, Luke tried to suppress his desire to moan out loud for fear of alerting Rory.

When he couldn't take another second of the attention Lorelai was giving him, he pulled her up by her arms so they were face-to-face.

"Enough," he said as his lips crashed onto hers. After he flipped them over, Luke began to kiss down her body, starting at her neck.

As his stubble raked across the most sensitive areas of her body, Lorelai writhed beneath him in pleasure. Once they were joined, Luke forgot about Rory downstairs and his awful day. The only thing he cared about was making Lorelai happy. Once their bodies had been satisfied, Lorelai wrapped herself around Luke like a vise. The extra attention began to cut off Luke's circulation.

"Uh, Lorelai, I can't breathe this way," he stammered.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, as she loosened her grip. "I just had the feeling I needed to hold on to you tonight. Don't let me go, Luke."

"I won't. Now, go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

Luke kissed Lorelai's forehead and rubbed her still sweaty back. He didn't know what had gotten into everyone tonight. Maybe it was the full moon.

Lorelai held onto Luke as tightly as she could without suffocating him. Originally when she went to bed, she had no intention of having sex with Luke. When she saw him lying there in her bed, however, she had felt like something had taken over her body, compelling her to be with Luke. As she began to drift off to sleep, she realized it didn't really matter because being with Luke was all that mattered.

She just hoped Christopher stayed out of it.

"Give me your gun, Daddy."

"Gigi, are you crazy," Christopher said as he took a step back. "I'm not giving you a gun. You're a child."

"I think we both know I'm not just a child, Daddy. You've known for some time how special I am. And it is your mission on this Earth to serve me or die. You choose, Christopher."

All the pain that had been coursing through Christopher's body left and his face went pale. He had always thought Gigi was a little strange due to her unlucky circumstances. He didn't think his daughter was actually evil.

"How did you get here? Where is my daughter?"

"Don't worry, Christopher, your daughter's soul is fine. I'm just borrowing her body. When I have control of this world, you may have your daughter back. If you don't help me, her soul will join yours for all eternity."

Christopher made a beeline for the door to escape, but it locked of its own accord. He tried to unlock it, but it would not give. He slid down against the door whimpering.

"You can't escape, Christopher. The minute you agreed to do anything I asked, you became my servant. Now, get up and act like a man."

"I can't believe this is happening to me. How did this happen?"

"Let's just say you are easily persuaded, Daddy. So easily that you tried to kill a man tonight who has never harmed a soul."

"He punched me in the face."

"You're stalking the woman he loves. Frankly, you deserved it."

Christopher didn't know to be insulted or enraged at this little monster's impunity.

"You said Lorelai would take me back if I did. I couldn't say no."

"Yes, you could have said no, but you are so wrapped up in your own wants and needs that you convince yourself it's true. The Pretty Lady will never take you back if you kill The Man With the Spatula. Everyone will know it's you, Daddy."

"Oh my God, I'd have gone to jail."

"No, Daddy. When The Man With the Spatula is gone, you won't have to worry about jail."

"I don't understand what you're saying," Christopher said, raising his voice.

"You're not very smart are you, Daddy? There is one thing stopping me from making this world my own and his name is Lucas Danes. Now, give me your gun or you will feel the wrath of Georgia."

Christopher pulled the gun out of his pants and handed to her.

"Thank you, Daddy. Now let's discuss how you are going to kill Luke Danes and not mess it up this time."

"What the hell did we do last night?" Lorelai said extricating her limbs from Luke as the alarm wailed next to her bed.

"You don't remember?" Luke said, turning off the alarm and cursing himself for remembering to set it. "You jumped me like a starving man at Las Vegas buffet."

"Oh yeah, that's right. That was fun last night. So, how do you feel after having sex with Rory here? It wasn't too traumatic, right.?"

"Why did you have to remind me? Now, I have to go down there and face her."

"Well, hon, if you cook her breakfast, she's not going to care. I swear, Luke. She's so wrapped up in her own drama with Logan that we are just wallpaper. But if you are that uncomfortable, make a run for it. Avoid her before she wakes up."

"No, I'll stay. So, what do you want for breakfast?"

"That's my guy," she said wrapping her arms around Luke. "French toast, but do we have time for a quickie before you head downstairs?"

"No," he said as he got out of bed, grabbed his boxers and went into the bathroom.

"No fun," Lorelai said as she burrowed back under the covers.

The smell of coffee, bacon and French toast pulled Rory out of her sleep. Not even bothering to find a robe, she wandered into the kitchen where a fully dressed Luke was manning the stove.

"Luke, have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Would it be less if I didn't have coffee ready for you?"

"Only if there was no breakfast waiting for me when I wake up."

"Here you go," he said, handing her a plate and a cup of coffee.

"I'm so glad you stayed here last night 'cause I am starving."

Luke, who had made himself a bowl of oatmeal, sat down to eat with Rory in a comfortable silence.

"So, where's Mom."

"She's in the shower."

"Oh, okay," she said as she looked down at her breakfast. "Hey, Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you and Mom worked things out."

"Thanks, Rory. That means a lot."

"You're welcome."

Luke smiled and went back to eating his breakfast. When he finished, he washed his dish, returned it to the cabinet and looked for his truck keys, which Lorelai said were hidden downstairs. After finding them stashed behind a picture on the mantle, he said goodbye to Rory.

"Oh, Luke."

"Yeah?"

"Mom didn't want me to tell anyone, but I think you should know. The Dragonfly is going to be on the cover of that magazine that was here a few days ago."

"Really? Why didn't she tell me?"

"She probably meant to, but I guess you were otherwise engaged last night. Anyway, it's still a secret, so don't spread it around town just yet."

"Will do, and thanks for telling me."

"No problem. Just remember to act surprised when she tells you."

"Got it. I'll see you later. Tell your mom I had to get to the diner."

As Luke left Lorelai's, he was glad it wasn't too awkward having breakfast with Rory. He was also incredibly proud that Lorelai's business was being honored that way. When he got to Maple, where he'd turn left to go to the diner, he turned right. He decided to make a trip to the library to check out this magazine.

It took Gigi an hour to explain the history of Stars Hollow's fissure into Hell, the protection barrier that had been erected and Luke's role in opening the fissure. Most of it, he didn't really understand, but he got the gist of it, which was if Luke died and no male Danes was present, a fissure to Hell would open up, and bad things would happen. It all sounded like he had fallen into a sub par episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayerwithout the really hot chick. He didn't want to believe her, but he had seen too much not to anymore.

Christopher was in a quandary. Did he kill Luke and allow Hell to reign on Earth, or did he sacrifice himself and stop her madness? He didn't know what to do. As Gigi napped, he paced the living room of his apartment trying to figure out a solution, but he was coming up blank. Finally, a solution came to him. He'd kill Gigi.

She would be easy to kill while she was sleeping. She was small. She was weak. A gunshot to the head would end all this. Gigi was sleeping on the couch, her breath steady and even. The gun was on the end table. He crept up as slowly as possible to the gun, picked it up, and turned of the safety.

Christopher's hand shook as he pointed the gun at Gigi. Just as he was about to fire, Gigi's eyes opened, but they were black as night.

A voice that sounded like it had been chewing glass came out of her mouth. "What do you think you're doing, Christopher?"

The gun began to shake violently then flew across the room. Christopher felt himself thrown against the wall.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, Daddy. You have to understand what happens when you don't follow orders."

Christopher's screams could be heard a half a block away.