AN: This takes place in Blame Booze and Melville. Rated M. Prompt was "You're Mine/I'm Yours"

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"Mine, you're mine," he grunts as he thrust into her from behind, "you were so gorgeous," he kisses her upper back and neck, "and perfect," he grasps her hair, wrapping it tightly around his fist before letting it go, "and every man wanted you, but you're mine."

"Yes, yes, I'm yours," the words tumble out as she groans, "harder." Her hands are gripping a shelf holding his trophies only two steps inside the apartment, next to the front which was still wide open. Her dress flipped up over her hips, and his pants resting at his ankles. He has one hand on her hips and the other, previously in her hair, holding his shirttails out of the way so he can watch as his hips snap harder, crashing against her.

They'd stumbled up the Diner steps from the limo and barreled their way through the Diner, intent on getting to the apartment. They had hadn't even made it to the door before Luke had his pants open and lifted up her dress to yank her panties out of the way. Whoever was scheduled to open the Diner tomorrow - probably Lane - will have to clean up a several salt and pepper shakers, flip toppled chairs, and return a table or two to their rightful place.

"Uhhhh, Lorelai," he finishes inside her loudly. He wraps his arms around her, lifts her to a standing position, hugging her against his front so he can slide his hand under the front of her dress to her center.

"Luuuuuke," she moans, tossing her head back to rest on his shoulder.

"Come on, baby," his lips on her ear, "come for me and we can move to the bed." His fingers move roughly over her clit and he kisses her neck. It doesn't take much longer before a string of curses flow from her lips as her body shudders.

"That's it, that's it," he mumbles sweetly, turning her around and kissing her. He slowly undresses her the rest of the way as he guides her to the bed for round two. He was going to be the one doing the thanking tonight.