Authors Note: Sorry it's taken so long. Again, I don't even know if anyone is still reading GG fics...but if you are, I hope you enjoy. I truthfully don't really know how many chapters this story will be...the way this chapter ends, leaves open an option for at least one more. But we'll see if the inspiration strikes.

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-Krystle

If she wasn't so emotionally exhausted, she would have leapt out of her chair and run around the block screaming that he was still in love with her. Okay, that's a bit on the extreme side. She's just overjoyed at his admission. She thought for sure that he'd hate her.

She doesn't realize the tears are slipping down her cheeks. She's done a lot of crying tonight and over the last month that she doesn't pay attention anymore. Luke reaches up and cradles her face in both hands, wiping the tears away.

She brings one of her hands up to cover one of his and moves it to her lips, kissing his finger tips. "I still love you too, Luke," she whispers. "I love you so much, you have no idea."

He grins at her. "I have little bit of an idea." He puts his hands on her waist, and pulls her towards him, "C'mere."

She shifts her weight from the chair she's sitting in to his lap, her legs dangling off to one side, she slides her arm around his neck, and leans down, kissing him again as his arms circle around her waist. She didn't realize how much she could miss someone until they weren't in her life anymore. Now that he's here, and they're talking about everything she hopes that this will be the last time they're apart for any reason.

They've never been good at the communication thing, but after this last time, she is going to demand that they not keep anything from each other ever again. Her heart can't take living without him again. She pulls away from him, rests her forehead on his and lets out a soft sigh. "Luke, I need you to promise me that there's gonna be no secrets; for real this time. I can't do this again - be apart. My heart can't take it."

"I promise," he agrees. "We're gonna do everything right this time."

"Good," she leans in and kisses him softly once more. Pulling away from him, she rests her head on his shoulder. His lips find her forehead, and she can feel his hand combing through her hair.

"It's getting late," he points out, looking over at the clock on her microwave the bright green numbers reading 3:45am.

"Hmm."

"We should get some sleep."

"Mm-hmm, sleep is good," she whispers against his neck.

He smiles, knowing that she's starting to lose the battle against sleep. He brings one arm under her knees as the other holds her back. He stands from the chair and walks through the hall way to the stairs. He's done this so many times in the past - after movie nights when she fell asleep before him, after coming over from the Diner late to find her asleep on the couch after trying to stay awake to welcome him home. He's missed taking care of her.

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he crosses into her room. The room that they had expanded for them. The room feels tainted to him some how. 'Did she sleep in here with Christopher?'

He shakes the thoughts of the not so distant past out of his head and lays her on her side of the bed.

Once she's out of his arms, she whimpers at the the loss of him, her face contorts in what he can only see as confusion and sadness. He kneels down beside the bed, and brushes a curl from her face. He loves her so much. He's going to make sure she knows every single day how much she means to him.

"I love you, Lorelai," he whispers. She smiles softly, having heard what he said, which causes him to smile also. He leans in, and kisses her forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He's not even to the foot of the bed, when he hears her soft voice.

"Stay."

He looks over at her, her blue eyes dancing in the moonlight coming through the window. "Lorelai-"

"Please," she whispers, this time holding out her hand to him. He caves. Of course he does. He'd be lying if he said he didn't think it was a good idea. He walks the short distance to the bed, and sits on his side, unlaces his boots takes off his socks and jeans, then tosses the flannel over in the vicinity of the dresser leaving his undershirt on.

He swings his legs over and lays down beside her. He feels the bed shift, and turns his head in her direction. He knows she's looking at him. He's always been able to feel her eyes on him.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks.

"Nothing."

"Liar," her hand tentatively reaches across the bed and small fingers start to trace the skin on his arm from forearm to nearly his shoulder. "Tell me. Please?"

"I can't help but wonder," he starts, and swallows down the foul taste in his mouth, "if he slept here."

She scoots closer to him, the hand that was on his arm has now traveled to rest over his rapidly beating heart. "I'm going to say something, and I really want you to listen to me, okay?"

"Okay."

She places a soft kiss on his chest, then looks at him. "Luke, the only man who has ever slept in this bed is you. You're the only one who has stayed over night, in my room, in this house, and that's how it's going to be for the rest of my life. It's you. It's always been you and will always be you. If you're not in this bed then I'm sleeping alone. He was never here. He hasn't seen the house after the remodel. It's you. Only you."

His hand is on her cheek, pulling her towards him. "Good," he whispers, and closes the distance between them. He pours everything he has into the kiss. His tongue teases the seam of her lips, and he groans when she opens for him. Their tongues duel for dominance as she releases the most wonderfully happy sigh he's ever heard.

"God, I love you," he whispers after breaking the kiss. "I love you so much."

Her thumb traces the outline of his lips, "I love you too, Luke. I'll never stop loving you." She leans down to him again, and kisses him softly, then rests her forehead on his, her breath warm on his skin. "Touch me, Luke."

Their eyes meet in the darkness. He really did intend to sleep, but it's been so long since he's touched her. He can't remember the last time they made love. He hadn't so much as touched her in the months leading up to her begging him to elope; they hadn't so much as kissed for several weeks.

He pulls her back down to him, claiming her lips as his own as he rolls them over so she's on her back and he's hovering above her. His hand fumbles with he bottom of her worn out t-shirt, slipping his hand under it to be met with the warm skin of her abdomen. Her muscles twitch under his touch, and she gasps into his mouth, biting his lip softly.

Her hands are roaming his still clothed back, as he pulls away from her lips, trailing hot eager kisses across her jaw, smiling to himself as she rolls her head back to give him access to her neck.

"Oh, yes, Luke," she whispers, feeling him assault her neck. She bunches his undershirt in her hands and slides it up over his body, meeting resistance at his shoulders. "Off," she demands. "Shirt off."

He pulls back from her, kneeling between her legs, and pulls the garment over his head. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as his upper body is revealed to her for the first time in several months. God, she's missed him. His hands return to her body and start tugging on her shirt. She understands what he's wanting, and sits up in front of him as he pulls the shirt over her head.

"Lorelai," he groans out, reaching for her. He smiles in satisfaction as her head falls back when he cups her left breast in his right hand, and closes his mouth over the nipple of her right. Her hands are in his hair, massaging his scalp as they fall back to the bed.

"Mm," she moans, rolling her hips to find the friction she needs.

He releases her breast with a pop, the nipple standing proudly after his suckling. "I missed you," he whispers. "I missed this."

She nodes, "I know, me too."

He makes quick work of her sweats, tossing them aside, and starts trailing kisses down her chest, over her abdomen until he reaches his prize. He inhales her scent and starts massaging her thighs, coaxing them further apart.

"You know what I missed most of all?" He asks, glancing up at her to find her trying to keep her composure. At her raised eyebrow, he gives her a cocky grin. "Making you scream my name."

Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip again. She breaks out in goosebumps from his hands on her, his hot breath on her most intimate area. Her back arches as one of his skilled fingers trace along her inner folds. One of her hands bunches the sheets and the other hand starts massaging her breast.

She moans when he slips two fingers inside her and his tongue darts out to tease her clit. "Oh, yes, Luke."

His fingers start moving inside her slowly, as his mouth covers her sex, his tongue working magic on her nerves. Her hand flies to the back of his head, holding him there as her hips start rolling against him. He adds a third finger to the two working inside her and she whimpers, her breath coming out in short pants.

"Let go, Lorelai," he whispers. "Scream my name." Her head thrashes from side to side, not wanting to break just yet. So he does what he knows will bring her over the edge. He's not much of a talker when they're intimate, but he'll make an exception for this time. Leaning back down, he draws her clit between his teeth, flicks it with his tongue and says agains her wet folds, "Cum for me, Lorelai."

That's all it takes, and her legs are shaking, her head is thrown back and she screams out for him. "Luke, oh god, yes, Luke!"

Watching her come apart because of him is something that he will always marvel at. This beautiful woman screaming his name is something he only ever dreamed of, he never thought he'd have her like this. Their first night together, he knew that he'd do anything to make her stay.

Once her shaking subsides, her eyes find him, kneeling proudly at the foot of the bed. "Get down here, mister," she beckons, holding a hand out to him. She meets him part way and can taste herself on him. "I need you," she whispers against his lips, hands slipping past the waistband of his boxers; giving his ass a squeeze. "Please."

He helps her to get the garment down his hips, his manhood now on full display to her. She sucks in a breath, 'whoa, baby!' She's still in awe of him, after all this time. She grasps him in her hand, squeezes him teasingly and begins stroking him. She thumbs the moisture at his tip, swirling it around until the head of his cock glistens.

"You gotta quit," he murmurs, "or this isn't going to last."

She raises an eyebrow at him, and says in agreement, "we have the rest of our lives to tease each other. Right now, I just want you inside me."

His eyes search hers for any hesitation but he doesn't find anything but love shining in them. He reaches over to what was his side of the bed only to be stopped by her hand. He looks down at her in question, and she just shakes her head. "Not tonight," she requests, almost begging. "I need to feel you."

"Are you sure?"

"Completely."

He leans down, and as his lips meet hers, he slides into her wet heat. She breaks the kiss, letting out a moan of complete satisfaction at the feel of him sheathed inside her. This is exactly what she has been missing.

She wraps her legs around him, holding him to her. Her hands feel like their everywhere; his neck, his back, cheeks. He's surrounded by her and he knows that this is his own definition of perfection. Her breasts are pressed against his chest, and he's kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

Eventually she moves her hips, signaling him to move now. He moves, placing his hands on either side of her head, hovering over her so he can watch her face as he starts thrusting inside of her.

"Look at me," he whispers.

When she opens her eyes, she's immediately met with his dark gaze. It's been months since she's been with I'm like this. She wants to savor this moment. As cliche as it sounds, she's felt so empty without him. Here, now, this moment, having him inside her she never wants to lose this again.

She reaches up, her hands caressing his cheeks, a thumb smoothing over his lips. She pulls his face towards her and starts kissing every inch of him. Forehead, eyes, nose, chin. "I love you, Luke," she whimpers, and captures his lips before he can say anything.

His hand slides down her body, skimming her breast, over her abdomen until he reaches her leg. He hooks his arm under her knee, and brings her leg to his shoulder, adjusting their angle.

"Oh, god," she moans, resting her forehead on his. "Luke, yes!"

"You like that?" he asks, taking in the sight of her. God she's gorgeous. Always has been, but when he's got her like this, writhing beneath him, because of him - she's as close to a Goddess as one could get.

She circles her hips in time with his thrusts, her indigo eyes burning into his. "Luke, please."

"You close?" he asks, at her nod, he reaches between them and finds her swollen nub with his finger.

"Jesus," she screams, arching her back. "Oh, God, yes."

"Let go, baby."

"No, no. Please," she cries. "I want you with me, mmm, god. Please."

He pistons his hips, all while circling her clit with his thumb, his release building with hers. "I love you, Lorelai." Her back arches further at his words, she squeezes her muscles around him once, twice. "Mmm, yeah. Where?"

"Inside, please, god, inside," her nails dig into his forearm. "I'm, oh god, Luke. Yes, please, babe."

"Lorelai," he moans, slamming into her one final time as his release hits him, she too, breaks. The feeling of him throbbing inside her causes her to cry out. He releases her leg, and lowers himself, so that he's draped over her.

She locks her arms around his neck, holding him to her. Her breath comes out in hot pant against his ear as she holds him close. His lips graze the skin of her neck as he comes back down from the clouds. She's stroking the hair at the base of his skull, her legs wrapped around his waist.

He places a kiss on her clavicle and makes a move to roll off of her; to which her hold on him tightens, "No, not yet."

"I'm going to crush you," he points out.

"I don't care," she insists, "I don't want to let go." He nods, circles his arm around her waist and rolls so that he's laying on his back and she's the one on top of him. This causes her to giggle - a sound that he absolutely loves. "Ooh, Ninja moves, huh?"

He reaches for the sheet to pull over them and chuckles. "Gotta keep up with you somehow."

She moves her hair out of her face and looks down at him, cupping his cheek with her hand. "You do pretty good, babe."

"I love you, crazy girl," he whispers, leaning up to kiss her softly.

"I love you too."

"I'm sorry."

"Shh," another kiss. "We're okay," kiss. "Talk more later," kiss. "Sleep now."

He nods, one last kiss, and a soft groan as he slips out of her. "Sleep now."