Last time on Spring Lovin'…
"Well…" She finally sighed when it was obvious Luke was going to avoid her expression. "At least I got a free breakfast out of it."
"I never said there was no charge." He smirked, looking over to see a slight of syrup dribbling down her chin. "Don't you feel that?" He asked, eyeing her skeptically.
"Feel what?" She asked, looking down to his hands and noting their position holding the container.
"That syrup on your chin." He chuckled, leaning over and wiping the offending dribble away with his index finger. "I must've forgot napkins." He smiled, looking down at the syrup now occupying his finger. Unconsciously he licked his finger, returning to his meal and somehow missing the intense gaze of Lorelai. 'Bet he could do a hell of a lot with that tongue.' She thought, her gaze turning to her pancakes in instant reaction. 'What the hell Lorelai? You're not supposed to think of that stuff with Luke!' She made an extra effort to concentrate on her food and the ate in silence for a few moments. They finished eating soon after, Lorelai looking down at her empty cup and turning a pout towards Luke. "No." He growled, answering a question she still hadn't asked.
"Please?" She begged, her eyes glimmering with amusement as she watched him begin to fidget with the now empty containers. "Luke…."
"You just had some Lorelai, I am not making you some more."
"Why not Luke?"
"Because undoubtedly you've already made a pot this morning and I'd just be giving you another dose of heart problems."
"I swear to you Luke Danes that I will give up coffee the day that it begins to affect the health of my heart."
She said, raising her right hand but crossing her toes in her socks.
"It's already affecting your heart, you just won't know it till the end."
"Well then the day that it visibly begins affecting me and my health will be the day that I give it up, until then I would really appreciate a cup of Luke's coffee."
"Well…alright." He said, placing his hands on his knees before standing and making his way towards the kitchen. "It's going on your bill though." He called over his shoulder, prompting Lorelai's burst into the kitchen.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong but I don't remember having placed an order."
"You didn't have to, you would have later."
"How do you know I would've even came in today?" She asked, moving to the counter where she jumped up and settled in beside the coffee pot, watching him move about her kitchen to make the coffee, unsurprisingly knowing where everything was.
"The festival starts tonight, there's no doubt in my mind you would've been in."
"Well that explains it." She said, rolling her eyes and folding her arms firmly across her chest.
"Explains what?"
"This impromptu breakfast in bed type deal. The beginning of Spring thingy starts today and you knew that Taylor would be waiting me out."
"What the hell are you talking about?" He grunted, folding his arms over his chest and facing her, the coffee beginning to brew beside her.
"You knew Taylor would ask me to ask you to hang a flyer and you knew you'd give in so you beat him to me." She explained in one breath. "You brought food over here as a decoy to keep a piece of paper from being taped on your wall." His face remained unmoving, studying her for a moment before he let out a sigh, conceding to her assumption. "Why Luke! And I let you make me coffee!"
"You know I hate it when he's so smug…" He began.
"Well then tell him no."
"That I can do, it's…" He trailed, taking a slight step back and rubbing the back of his neck where his cap didn't reach.
"He he." She giggled, placing a hand over her mouth and attempting in futile to stifle her laughter.
"What's to laugh about?" He asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I always thought people were crazy when they said you'd relent to anything I'd ask."
"I don't always relent…"
"I never said you did." She said quietly, a light bulb clicking inside her head as she watched him look shyly down at his shoes. "But you have to admit I can talk you into almost anything."
"Awful sure of ourselves aren't we?"
"No, just confident."
"Well, I don't see it that way."
"That's because you know it's the truth."
"No it's not!"
"Yeah, it is." She replied, pouring herself some of her freshly brewed coffee and taking a quiet sip. "That's why you're taking me to the festival tonight."
"The hell I am!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, come on Luke." She pleaded, jumping from the counter to land a mere six inches from him. "Rory's not coming in because of exams and Sookie has Davey and Jackson."
"NO." He stated firmly, turning on his 'stubborn face' and looking harshly at Lorelai. "You know I hate those damn things, what makes you think I'll let you drag me to one?"
"Oh alright you old grump. I'll just see if the Johnson kids dad wants to go."
"Are you being serious?"
"Well…yeah. I have to have someone to ride the rides with and you just refused to come, what's the problem?" She asked nonchalantly, turning her back to him to pour herself some more coffee, even though it was still almost full.
"There's no problem." He countered. "But…the Johnson kid's dad?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing…" he trailed, watching as she turned back to face him, a newfound look of confidence sweeping his features. "Do you even know his first name?"
"Yeah…its –" She thought for a moment before shrugging. "I'll ask the Johnson kid today when he comes over to mow the lawn."
"You've got to be kidding me!" He exclaimed.
"What now?"
"I was gonna come over later and do that. I've done that every weekend!"
"Yeah well I need a ride companion and I have to get one somehow!" She informed him.
"Call the Johnson kid and tell him not to come."
"Why?"
"I'll go with you…" He mumbled under his breath, looking down at his watch.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you, you were mumbling."
"I said that I would go with you."
"Really?" She smiled.
"Yes really. I should probably get going, I told Caesar I'd only be gone a little while."
"Ok then. I'll meet you at the diner later."
"For lunch?"
"Well of course, have coffee ready for me."
"Alright." He grunted, taking off out the side door onto her spacious porch. Sighing to himself he knew that he had just got suckered into that damn festival.
A/N: Review please. You like it?