Diving In

"You ready?" Lorelai asked, whizzing around the room, picking things up and dumping them unceremoniously in her oversized purse.

"Ready," Luke confirmed. He sat on the sofa, an ankle crossed over his knee as he watched her frantic activity.

"You don't seem ready," Lorelai rebuffed.

"No, you don't seem ready. I've been ready for 20 minutes."

"You have your sunblock?" she questioned as she grabbed hers.

"Yup."

"Hat?"

"Yup."

"Sunglasses?"

"Yup."

"Flask of hard liquor?"

"What?"

"Just making sure you're paying attention." She stopped running around and peered inside her bag. "Okay, I think I'm ready."

"So soon?"

She shot him a glare. "Let's go, before we miss the bus."

Luke got up from the couch and headed for the door, mumbling, "If we miss the bus, it's your fault."

"I heard that, Mister," she chided.

"Wasn't trying to hide it."

The pair walked through the courtyard to the lobby, coming to join the group of about twenty fellow tourists preparing for the day's excursion – a whale watching trip. It was the one big excursion included in their package from the radio station. Luke was excited to spend some time on the water, while Lorelai, increasingly, was excited to spend some more time with Luke.

The first two days of the trip had flipped a switch inside of her. Luke had always been an interesting concept in her mind, but she never let herself fully consider the possibility of dating him. Since they arrived in Punta Cana, he had been so attentive, so much fun, and so, so sexy. She didn't miss the other women checking him out, and throwing rude looks in her direction as she hung on his arm. She was quite enjoying that attention, even if she didn't technically have a claim on Luke – yet. She was starting to think this trip could change their status quo. She just hoped he felt the same way.

They boarded the bus with the group to head to the marina, chatting amiably on the trip. It wasn't a long trek to the boat, and before they knew it, they were heading out to sea.

It was a stunningly beautiful day, and the hot sun beat even hotter out on the water, offset by a welcome breeze. For Lorelai, who was wearing a sundress, she spent the first little while trying to prevent a Marilyn Monroe subway grate situation – although she had to admit, it would be fun to see Luke's reaction to her skivvies. They had panda bears on them.

"Wow, I was not expecting it to be this windy," Lorelai commented. She and Luke stood at the back of the boat watching the wake as they travelled out to sea.

"I tried to tell you to wear shorts," Luke reminded her.

"Yes, but this dress is so cute, it called out to me." She swished the material around her legs playfully, and Luke rolled his eyes to cover his smile.

"It'll be calling out to you from over your head if you catch a good updraft."

"You wish," she shot back with a flirtatious grin. Luke chuckled and shook his head, looking out over the water serenely.

"It's been a long time since I've been on the water," he said.

"How long?"

"God. Years. I used to go out with my dad, but haven't done it much since he passed."

"How long ago did he die?"

Luke sighed, a little sadly. "Fourteen years ago. The anniversary was last weekend."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know," Lorelai said, placing a hand on his arm. "How are you doing with that?"

"I'm fine," he shrugged it off. "The day is always a bit hard, but after this long you learn to live with it."

"Still, this time of year must be hard on you."

"Sometimes." He turned and looked at her, offered a small smile. "It's getting easier though."

Lorelai smiled, and was about to respond when something caught her eye from behind them. "Cap in the wind!" she exclaimed.

A ballcap was sailing through the air, directly toward them. Luke managed to make the catch before it was lost to the sea.

"Okay, that was a little impressive," she mused aloud. Luke huffed a laugh.

"I'm gonna see who this belongs to." She nodded and watched him go. It only took a minute for him to find the owner, a leggy, busty, altogether too pretty blond, who took the hat back gratefully. Lorelai shrugged off the initial burst of jealousy as the woman gave Luke's bicep a squeeze. She expected that to be the end of it, but that would have been too easy. A moment later, Luke took the hat back from her and began adjusting the size on it until it fit more snugly.

The pair fell into an easy conversation. She laughed. He laughed. She touched his arm again; he didn't stop her.

Lorelai practically gawked at them as they started to chat. Luke leaned against the rail, his back to her, and got comfortable. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but the body language was hard to miss. They were flirting. Luke had ditched her to flirt with another woman.

That jerk!

She was shaken from her daze as the entire crowd on the ship rushed to the side where Luke and the woman had set up shop. Over the speaker, the captain announced the presence of a humpback whale. Lorelai tried to look back to see Luke, but he was completely obstructed by the other whale watchers.

It was just as well. Lorelai wasn't sure she could take watching him slobber all over another woman. She peered over the railing and watched the whale with the rest of them, but her mind was somewhere else entirely.

She didn't get it. She was so ready to take things to the next level with Luke, and she had just assumed he felt the same way about her. Sure, she didn't get it in writing, but it certainly seemed like they were on the same page. There had been touching, and inuendo, and deep conversations, and hands coursing over hot skin… and sure, yeah, that was in effort to apply sunscreen to each other's backs, but it counted! She really felt like it counted.

Despite the sun, water and abject delight surrounding her, Lorelai's mood plummeted. She had clearly misread his signals, and now he was over there planning God knows what with that woman.

"Jerk," she mumbled to herself. She stepped back from the railing and went to find a seat, not wanting to be a part of the crowd anymore.

In Lorelai's mind it was ages before Luke returned to her. In actuality, it had only been a few minutes, but still, she was upset at being completely abandoned by her companion. She didn't bring him out here to hit on other women, so she felt at least a little justified in being upset.

"Wow, did you see that?" Luke asked, finding her in her seat. She shrugged, and his brow knotted. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said, shortly.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine." She didn't say anything else, just got up and went to the opposite side of the boat, the one with no people on it. Luke eyed her concernedly, but got the hint that he wasn't entirely welcome. He sighed and headed back over to watch the whales. That was, after all, what they were out there to do.

XXXX

Three hours. The damn boat trip took three solid hours, and by the time they returned, Lorelai was ready to crawl out of her skin. This surely went worse than the last famous three-hour tour – at least they made lifelong friends out of the ordeal and got to hang out with a hunky professor and movie star. All she got was rejected.

Luke attempted to make conversation throughout the trip, and Lorelai met him with monosyllables. Eventually he gave up, his mood obviously souring. Lorelai was happy that he was getting upset too – misery, as they say, loves company, and she wanted his company, one way or another.

The bus ride back was dead silent, a far cry from the one down to the docks. By the time they made it back to the hotel, the tension between them was thick.

Lorelai said nothing when she disembarked, just made a beeline for their room with Luke hot on her tail. He was just about done with the attitude, which as far as he was concerned was completely out of the blue and undeserved. He wanted answers, and he was going to get them.

Upon entering the room, he finally spoke up. "Okay, you have got to tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," she shot back.

"Well, you've been giving me the cold shoulder, and I have no idea why, so let me have it. What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything."

"I don't think I did anything, but you're acting like I did something, so tell me what you think I did so I can apologize and we can move on," he said, his volume increasing as he went. Lorelai rolled her eyes.

"Oh great, sounds like I've got a real sincere apology coming my way."

"Apology for what?" he demanded.

"Nothing, never mind."

Luke growled. "You're infuriating."

"Me?!" she exclaimed, turning on him. "I'm not the one who was all over some other guy on the boat!"

His head reared back, confusion taking over. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you and Malibu Barbie."

"Malibu… what? Are you talking about Crystal?" he sought to clarify.

"Oh, it has a name?"

Awareness dawned on him, followed by immediate irritation. "You're mad that I was talking to a woman on the boat."

"You weren't just talking to her, you were basically salivating all over her. You left a trail like a slug."

"You're nuts."

"You're about the least subtle person in the world, by the way. You should have just humped her leg, would've saved you both a lot of time," Lorelai snapped, tossing her bag on the dresser and coming to stand in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest. Luke mimicked the stance.

"I doubt her husband would have appreciated that," Luke bit back. Lorelai's eyes shot up.

"What?"

"Yeah, her husband, the guy who stayed back at the hotel with the kids because he gets seasick. He thought she could use a break, since they've got three under five" Luke explained snidely.

"She's married?" Lorelai asked.

"Just celebrated 10 years. Husband is a minister and she's a special ed teacher. And for the record, I wasn't hitting on her, we were talking about baseball. I noticed she had a Mets cap and we struck up a conversation about their season."

"You were talking about baseball?" Lorelai asked, embarrassed.

"Stop repeating everything I say." Luke eyed her for a moment, annoyance still roiling in his gut. "Besides, what do you care if I was hitting on someone? Last I checked I was a single man and I can look at or talk to whoever the hell I want."

"I don't care," she answered too quickly.

"Clearly." The fact that he didn't believe her, even though she was lying, irritated her beyond reason.

"What? I don't. Go ahead, find someone else to screw. Just do me a favour and get housekeeping to change the sheets when you're done. Maybe hang a sock on the door so I don't walk in on anything," she snapped.

"You're unbelievable," Luke grumbled.

"Well, excuse me for not wanting to be the third wheel while you rebound all over the island!" Lorelai shot back.

"Rebound? Lorelai, I've been single for months, I'd say the rebound stage has passed."

"Your divorce papers were signed like a week ago. You're free to go sow your wild oats. So go ahead – sow away," she spat.

"Sow my wild oats? You do realize I'm a 38-year-old man, right? My sowing days are long over."

"Look, I don't know what you do after a breakup. The rest of us get bad haircuts and eat our weight in Häagen-Dazs, but your hair looks fine and if possible you're even more fit now than before, so I'd say you didn't go that route."

"Why are you so upset about this? So what if I want to date? It's none of your business," Luke pushed, not letting her off the hook.

"It is when we're sharing a room."

"Like I would bring someone back here. Come on, Lorelai."

"Well, how am I supposed to know?" She flung her arms wide as she asked the question.

"You're supposed to know me." He pointed at his chest. "You're supposed to trust that I'm not gonna do something to upset you or make you jealous."

"I'm not jealous," she said quickly. He rolled his eyes.

"You're obviously jealous. That's not even up for discussion. I don't know why. God knows you'd never give me a straight answer if I asked, but you're jealous. Let's just both accept that so we can move on from it," he told her. Lorelai's eyes narrowed.

"You don't get to tell me how I'm feeling."

Luke sighed. Her jealousy was apparent, and although he was annoyed with her, he really didn't want to fight. They had been on track these last few days, or at least he thought they were. He wanted to stop beating around the bush.

More calmly, he went on. "Then you tell me how you're feeling. Tell me why it bothered you so much that I talked to some other woman on that trip. Tell me why you care if I hook up with someone down here."

"Because we're here together," she reasoned, more quietly.

"Together. As friends, right? We're here together as friends?" he sought to clarify.

She looked away, arms still crossed. "That's what we are."

"So then why do you care?" he asked again, gently. He took a few steps closer, and Lorelai regarded him nervously.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything," he assured her, coming to stand directly in front of her, a few inches separating them. His arms hung at his sides, and Lorelai eyed them cautiously to be sure they were staying there. When they didn't move, she brought her gaze back to his.

She sighed. Nervously, she admitted, "Maybe I was jealous."

"Why?" his voice was barely a whisper.

She shook her head, looked away from the intensity of his stare. She huffed a breath out hard, hoping it would take with it her anxiety.

Luke reached out and with a gentle hand under her chin, brought her gaze back to his. "Why, Lorelai?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, willing the words to come out. But God, he was close. Too close. She could feel the heat of his body, smell the sunscreen on his skin. His eyes bore into hers and she felt bare before him, her defenses quickly failing. She wanted to say it, but she couldn't.

She was the one who closed the gap. She chose action over words, because the words were stuck in her throat, but this she could do. She tried for intensity, but Luke wouldn't allow it. He kissed her with frustrating restraint, his hands landing on her waist in a loose hold. Lorelai's hands found his shoulders and she tried to pull him closer, but he wouldn't let her. A few more kisses and he backed away half a step, his hands remaining on her waist, as hers came to rest on his chest.

"What's wrong?" Lorelai asked, slightly winded from the surge of her own emotions.

Luke let out a breath. "Are you sure this is what you want, Lorelai?"

Her brow furrowed. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know, it feels like we went from zero to sixty here and I need to make sure. I don't want you to regret this."

"What about you? Is this what you want?" she returned the question.

"Yes," he answered easily. "But this isn't new for me. I've had time to wrap my head around these feelings I have for you. If that's not where you're at, I think we need to slow down a bit."

A smile came to Lorelai's lips as he explained.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked, feeling a little uneasy.

"You," she said softly, her hands taking and releasing clumps of his shirt. "You're here with someone you want, and you take the time to stop and make sure you're what she wants. That's just a very you thing to do."

Luke's eyes narrowed. "Is that a good thing?"

Her smile broadened as she nodded. "It's a good thing."

"Okay," he allowed. He took one hand away from her waist and brought it to her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. She leaned into his touch, which encouraged him to leave his hand on her cheek.

"Kiss me, Luke," she whispered. She saw him relax then, accept what it was that she wanted, understand that they wanted the same thing. Finally, he smiled.

"Bossy," he came back, his voice just as low. She giggled.

"I can be."

"Oh, I know," he came back quickly. She saw his eyes flick down to her parted lips, and then back to hers. He moved closer, regaining the step he had taken backward, and then some, pulling her in.

With his hand still on her cheek, he kissed her so softly, barely a brush of their lips. Lorelai lifted her chin toward him as he retreated, drawing him back into a lingering kiss, then another, and one more, before both of his arms went around her waist, hers around his neck, and she went flush against him, feeling the hard plains of him and consciously allowing herself to be turned on by them.

They stood there for minutes, just kissing. Tongues entered the conversation early, and they tasted each other as they wound in circles, battling from one mouth to the other. Luke's hands migrated south to the swell of her ass and pulled her into him, spurred on by her moans of assent.

He never would have taken them to the bed on his own, but when he felt himself being pushed backward, he went without comment or complaint. He laid back and Lorelai followed, clamoring on top of him in a tight straddle, retaking his lips with vigor as she ground down into his erection for the first time.

In her sundress, Luke had easy access to the smooth skin of her legs. He traced upward from her knees to her thighs, before finding her cloth-covered ass and taking it in both hands, pulling her harder into him as he pushed up, showing her just how much he was affected by her. The sound of her moans made his hips nearly leap off the bed in search of that delectable friction, made him want to tear away their barriers and bury himself inside.

Lorelai kissed him soundly one more time before sitting upright on him, letting her hips do the work as she snagged her dress by the hem and pulled it over her head. She watched his eyes darken as he took in the sight of her, clad only in her purple bra and silly panda bear underwear, grinding determinedly on his prominent erection, uncomfortably encased in his shorts.

Unable to stop himself, Luke surged upward, claiming her mouth again in a hard, searing kiss as one hand found her breast, cupping and massaging it while his tongue wound around hers.

He broke the kiss long enough for her to pull his tee-shirt over his head, and then moved back in to take her neck. Lorelai shuddered as he breathed her in, before dipping his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone. The combination of his hands on her ass and breast, his hard cock grinding into her, and his mouth tasting and teasing her, left her coming undone faster that she imagined. She clung to his shoulders as she ground harder, speeding up her motions, until she was coming for the first time, unexpectedly.

Luke pulled back from her throat to watch her come apart. He felt a surge of primal satisfaction seeing her work herself into a frenzy on his body, knowing that she would be hot and wet for him as soon as he was ready to take her. It was that feeling that had him making quick work of her bra, and then dropping her onto her back to divest her of her underwear.

Lorelai laid back panting, regaining her senses, as she watched Luke stand up beside the bed and drop his shorts. He caught her eye, and she gave him an encouraging smile, which he took as permission to remove the final barrier.

If the feeling of her coming apart on him was not enough, the look of pure want in her eyes as she took in the sight of him completely naked, hard as a rock, was more than enough to push him past the point of no return.

Lorelai spread her legs wide and welcomed him on top of her as he kissed her again soundly. He stabilized himself on his forearms as she reached between them and used his straining erection to tease her engorged and throbbing clit, both of them moaning at the first direct contact.

"Fuck, Lorelai," Luke groaned.

"That's the idea," she teased. He narrowed his eyes, and with a smirk, ground the length of his erection along her clit, making her shiver. "Oh fuck," she moaned.

Luke grinned and leaned down to kiss her once more time, before she positioned him at her entrance, and he pushed inside.

She was every bit as warm, wet and welcoming as he'd imagined, not just moments earlier, but every time he fantasized about her. She was tight and well in control of her intimate muscles, which squeezed him as he came to settle, fully encased in her heat.

Once inside, Luke relaxed down against her, giving her just enough of his bodyweight. She smiled up at him and ran her hands through his hair, before gripping his head and pulling him back down for a passionate kiss that initiated his lower movement.

They kissed as he made her his. They swallowed each other's breaths and moans, words of encouragement and pleasure. Their lips fused and then slipped languidly against each other's in time to his thrusts.

Lorelai widened her legs, giving him ample room to work as he filled her with long, deliberate strokes. He sped up when the heat between them demanded it, fucking her a little faster, a little harder, until their kisses couldn't be sustained. He watched her as his entire body moved with deep thrusts. Lorelai grunted at the apex of each connection, a sexy little noise that Luke knew would live rent free in his mind for a long time to come.

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she was overcome, her mouth dropping open, her chest flushed and heaving as she cried out in ecstasy. Luke watched it all, cataloguing it, saving it for another fantasy, finding it hard to believe this was his reality as he brought this beautiful to woman to climax after climax.

It didn't take long for him to follow her into the abyss. He panted as he hit her hard and fast, his entire body seizing as he came. Lorelai saw it happening, and couldn't look away from the look of pure pleasure on his face. It was the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed, and the experience of being filled by him felt right in a way she had never experienced with anyone else.

Luke attempted to collapse to her side, but she wrapped him up with her arms and legs and brought more of his weight down on her, longing to feel him, enjoying his heat and sweat, his hot breath on her neck as he caught his breath. She smiled when those breaths turned to kisses, and then long, lingering swipes of his tongue up and down the vein in her throat. She hummed and flexed her muscles around his spent member still inside of her, grinning when she felt him twitch.

"God, don't do that," he mumbled in her ear. She grinned wider and did it again, making him groan.

"What's wrong?" she asked, innocently. She heard him chuckle in her ear, and before she knew it, they were being flipped over, his cock sliding out in the process as she came to rest on top of him, with her legs stretched out on either side of his. She giggled at the sudden reversal.

"You're trouble," he said gruffly, making her laugh. He looked up at her, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"You're hot," she shot back. He shook his head and watched her adoringly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You okay?" he asked. She smiled.

"You're sweet." He rolled his eyes, and she answered his question honestly. "I'm really, really great right now. How about you?"

"I'm pretty damn close to perfect."

XXXX

One hour and one well-earned nap later, Lorelai and Luke remained in bed, her curled into his side as his thumb coursed over the knuckles on her hand he was holding.

They had kissed a little, touched a little, teased a little. Their bodies were drawn to one another, and in that hour they hadn't managed to stop touching.

Lorelai turned her gaze upward to look at him, finding him looking back down at her.

"Do you think things will be different when we go home?" she questioned.

"You mean between us, or in general?"

"Both, I guess."

"I think things will be different. Good different."

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah," he confirmed, only then taking note of her hesitancy, "Do you not think so?"

"No, no, I do. I just wasn't sure where your head was at, how you feel about all of this," she clarified.

"I'm very much in favour of this," he confirmed.

She looked down at their naked bodies, only covered from the waist down, and back up to him. "Of this?"

He rolled his eyes. "Well, yes, obviously this, but also, you know… us, being together."

"You want to be together?"

"I thought that was obvious," he told her.

"I need really clear signals. For all I know you could have a whole rolodex of chippies just waiting for you to come home so they can ravage you," she said, with a teasing grin. Luke played along.

"Oh, I do, but I put the chippies on the backburner when I'm in a relationship."

"Is that what this is? A relationship?"

"I think so. I hope so. I want it to be." He felt an unexpected rush of nerves at the admission.

"So do I," she agreed, smiling.

He sighed in relief. "Good."

"So the chippies…"

"I'll burn my little black book when I get home," he promised.

"Good. You'd better," she said, firmly.

"And you…" he prompted.

"I'll lose all three numbers I got this year," she vowed.

He chuckled. "Somehow I doubt you only got three numbers."

"Well, there are the numbers you get and the numbers you keep," she reasoned.

"You kept three numbers this year?" he asked, suddenly feeling jealous of the other men who had made their moves far sooner than he did.

"What? A girl's gotta keep her options open."

"Well, burn 'em. Hell, I'll set the fire," he mumbled.

Lorelai smiled widely. "Look at you, all territorial."

He shifted onto his side. "Well, this is my territory," he said, his hand starting to move. Lorelai smiled down at it as he cupped her breast.

"Mmm. I think I like you jealous."

"Good. I promise to fly into a rage whenever a guy so much as looks at you," he said facetiously as he tweaked her nipple.

She moaned through her response, "Good, yeah, do that."

His mouth dropped to her neck. "Beat them up. Run them out of town."

He began to suck and Lorelai's head fell back, mouth open, drawing deep breaths. "Yes," she whispered.

"Yes?" he mumbled against her skin.

"Ung, Luke, don't stop."

Luke pushed her onto her back and lowered his lips down to replace his hands on her breasts. Their first time around, he had barely gotten a taste of her, this time, he intended to get his fill.

His tongue wound around her peaks, drawing one and then the other into his mouth, sucking insistently until they hardened. Lorelai's hands wound in his hair, holding him there until he moved southward, without her urging.

Lorelai was suddenly very pleased with her decision to get a bikini wax before their trip, as Luke pushed her knees apart and settled in between them. He looked her up and down, his eyes dark with desire. His tongue peeked out as he licked his lips, and she felt a surge of primal need, wanting that tongue, knowing she would soon learn all it was capable of.

Luke laid down between her legs and moved in close, smelling the musk of her arousal and becoming hard without even touching her. He wanted to know how she would respond to him, to all he brought to the table. This was an exploratory venture, and he planned to make the most of it.

When his tongue parted her folds, a shiver coursed through Lorelai's body. She widened her legs to give him ample room to work, and he took full advantage of the space, tonguing from her soaking wet opening up to her clit and back down again, tasting every bit of her desire. It was a flavour all her own, and it was intoxicating. He flattened his tongue and went in again, harder this time, bringing pressure and friction where it was most needed, eliciting a gasp from the woman above him.

When Luke began to flick and suck on her clit, Lorelai couldn't help but drive her hands into his hair and hold him there. When two of his fingers sunk inside of her heat, curling against her g-spot, she couldn't help but grind her wanton core into his tongue, aiding in bringing herself up.

Luke was content to be used like this. He wanted to know every bit of her sexuality. He wanted to please her more than he'd ever wanted to please anyone, and by her increasing volume, he knew he was doing a good job.

He doubled down, sucking harder on her clit, dragging his fingers harder against that pleasure spot until she was grunting and crying out for mercy. She came with her muscles shaking violently, a quiver in her voice that shot straight to Luke's cock, as it begged to be included in the party.

Unrushed, Luke continued to lick her gently until she came down and closed her parted legs, urging him out from between them.

She held her arms out to him and beckoned him back to her, kissing him soundly when he made the journey and driving her tongue into his mouth to taste herself on his tongue.

Luke didn't stop her from reciprocating when she took control, kissing and licking her way down his body until she found what was at the end of his treasure trail.

Lorelai grinned up at him as she took his cock in her hand and began to pump it.

"I swear, Luke, if you told me this is what you were working with, we would have done this years ago," she told him. He chuckled, but it quickly turned into a groan as she took him in her mouth, sucking his head diligently while continuing to stroke his base.

Luke put his hands behind his head to keep from tangling them in her wild curls and directing her motions – she was doing just fine without intervention. Too good, in fact, as she took him in deeper and sucked on her way out, making his breathing pick up and his balls tighten with need.

She popped off and laved the length of him with long, wet licks, following up by flicking her tongue around his head. Luke was nearly ready to come from that, and it took a massive dose of willpower not to give over to it when she took him back inside and sucked vigorously.

"Lorelai," he moaned her name. She peered up at him, her blue eyes gleaming, his cock in her mouth, and that sight was what did him in. "I'm gonna come," he warned her, only to see renewed resolve in her eyes as she began to suck more determinedly.

She swallowed when he came. He didn't expect her to, and the feeling of her pulling his orgasm out of him made it all the more intense. She massaged him with her mouth and tongue as he came down, in long, slow pulls, until he began to go soft in her mouth.

She let him go and looked up to see what was left of the man – her man.

Luke's chest was heaving, the back of a hand slung over his forehead, his eyes closed. A sheen of sweat covered him. Altogether, he looked thoroughly sated, and Lorelai felt powerful. As his eyes opened, she made a show of dabbing the sides of her mouth daintily, as if with a napkin, which made him chuckle and shake his head.

"Good?" she teased. He narrowed his eyes, smirking.

"Eh. It was fine," he told her, though his breathing was still laboured. She burst into laughter, and he joined in, both feeling delirious, exhausted and sated, but most of all, happy.


A/N – Yay, we got somewhere. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know!