Disclaimer: ASP's creation not mine. Don't own anything! If I did, I would want to own, Scott Patterson or Luke Danes. I'm totally fine with either! ;p Also, if I did own GG, there would be no such existence of the Nardini's, and LL would be happily married at the end of S6, while making Lorelai's dream in S3 become a reality in S7.
Authors Note: Editing as fast and as often as I can to get this story moving. I'm trying, I swear. Thanks to all of you for continuing to follow along with this long wait.
Vital Company
Chapter 5: Heated Highs
Like most common folks, Lorelai Gilmore enjoyed every aspect of sleep. When she would finally be ready to call it a day and allow her eyes to close with ease, she'd be eagerly welcomed into the peaceful cocoon that awaited her every night.
She internally applauded her ingenuity in creating mind-blowing dreams that always branded her face with an uncontrollable smile when she awoke the next morning, causing her days to automatically begin well.
Lorelai was also never anticipated in being spotted on her very few days off to rise before mid-morning, unless it was obligatory. She took advantage of those very few times she had permitted herself a couple hours to sleep-in once a month, as expected. She would allow herself to rest in bed, basking in the calmness of serenity as she prevented her eyes to open until the sun was at its highest point in the sky.
She would wager with Luke saying things like; although she possessed beautifying products, sleep was definitely the most important key to withholding beauty and youthfulness. Even if it wasn't much, sleep was indisputably underrated and without a doubt a necessity not only for physical reasons, but mental as well.
Lorelai usually loved her dream world. It was full of so much wonderful emotions and people. Of course the dreams always varied. They would star different people in her life. Some consisting of very naughty scenarios with Luke that her unconscious mind had either replayed or gave her ideas for their next encounter.
Some dreams were with her daughter as she watched her graduate college and go off to accomplish her biggest goal of being a journalist. And some even starred Sookie as they sat in silence on the bench that over looked the grounds of the Dragonfly Inn that they had built together as they proudly soaked in their very deserving success.
But even with the vast amount of topics and different circumstances, she always loved the dreams that had highlighted, what she hoped was her near future the most. Her future with Luke. There were more than a few that presented themselves to her in the night, but they always consisted the same outcome. She remembered the first dream came to her when she and Luke weren't even together yet.
It was during that dreadful summer that they hadn't spoken to each other after their unpleasant dispute in the street. She had reiterated her dream to him the night he took her in when the Independence Inn caught fire. She told him that he had set a bunch of alarm clocks to get her up. They were at the Crapshack. He was in the kitchen cooking her breakfast. He had attempted, but failed miserably, to hide her coffee. He talked to her stomach. She told him it was because she was pregnant… with his twins, of course. Then she confirmed that they had been indeed married.
It was those types of PG rated dreams that had caused her the infinite sensation of perfect bliss.
Just a week after she had coincidentally stumbled upon the knowledge of April's existence, one of those dreams came crashing unto her so forcefully, without even the slightest bit of warning. It placed her in a setting where she saw Luke and herself sitting on a comfy looking, oversized porch swing that was located on the front of a deck that wrapped around a big beautiful house.
They smiled adoringly downward as they each cradled a little bundled up object in their arms. April would come bursting out through the front door, nose buried in a book as she took up a cushioned chair that was situated to their left. Rory would then be seen pulling up into the driveway, calling out her greetings to all of them.
Rory would make her way up the steps towards her parents with a smile, as she would then lean over to place a soft kiss to each baby's head. Luke and Lorelai would beam happily as they looked on proudly to their four children. Then they would turn to smile at one another before sharing a loving kiss.
Another setting had Lorelai walking up the steps to the diner on a warm summer day. She would be seen pushing the door open, causing the bell above it to jingle loudly, alerting all who were around of their arrival. She held the door open as she allowed the two children, who looked to be around the age of four or five that followed closely on her heels to walk in ahead of her.
Lorelai would guide them both over to the counter, where she then assisted each child by placing them up on an empty stool near the cash register. She would then spot Luke finally making his way out of the kitchen with a smile directed towards her as he wiped his hands on a hand-towel.
He would then look further down to his children that were perched up on stools in front of their mother, ready to greet them, until he would see what they both contained in their hands and the mess they had created on the counter.
The kids didn't even bother to acknowledge their father, as they were both too busy consuming their rapidly melting, delicious ice cream cones. Luke would then turn to give Lorelai a stern glare that only made her smile brightly back at him, causing him to shake his head and chuckle softly, knowing he didn't stand a chance against that smile.
He would then take the cloth in his left hand and begin wiping up the mess. His platinum wedding ring that enveloped his finger, shamelessly winking at Lorelai as his hand moved in and out of the overhead light.
He would then reach under the counter to retrieve two more cloths and place one in front of each child's eating area as an impromptu placemat. Lorelai would see him smirk broadly and ruffle each child's hair, before he skirted the counter to make his way to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, greeted her hello and kissed her lingeringly.
Even with everything that was happening in reality between Luke and herself, she couldn't help the smile that found its place on her lips after waking up from a dream like that.
Some people believe that even as a person sanctions himself or herself down to sleep for the night, lying deeply unconscious to the world, their state of mind still runs without a doubt, abundantly awake.
A person doesn't really come to terms with just how much they allow themselves to withstand, until the problems and emotions from their real world viciously haunt their world of slumber.
Some might even say that the cataleptic state is much worse; reason being is the imagination has the opportunity to have that person experience their worst possible fears without restriction. But even with that knowledge, Lorelai held out hope that things would get better and her fantastic dreams would soon become her reality.
Her most recent dream though, was the one that hit her the hardest. She had been desperately trying to prevent herself from falling asleep fully or for too long. But the inevitable happened two nights ago when a violent wave of drowsiness came tumbling down upon her like a ton of bricks.
It knocked her out so deep into slumber that she was lost in her dream world for what felt like endless hours, but was only just mere minutes. She remembered when the dream had finally released her back into the conscious world; causing her to awake with a start as tears poured out of her eyes and streamed down her face.
The images would replay over and over in her mind, holding her in a grasp as tight and painful as a straightjacket. She struggled to be set free from the vividness of her vision, for even though the dream had been everything she wished for, she knew she was no where near achieving it. That thought alone caused her to forego the necessity of sleep, just to inhibit any more dreams that she knew would be too heart wrenching to witness.
But as she lay sprawled out in her cold empty bed, she strained to keep her eyes open, while her mind ran endlessly. She worriedly forced herself not to surrender to the sandman's clutches.
Her eyes began to dry with the lack of blinking, so she allowed her eyes to slowly blink once, twice, then as she tried with all her might to re-open her heavy lids, she couldn't. They felt as if they were glued shut, causing her to plummet deep into an almost lifeless sleep.
As the sunlight shone brightly through the half shaded windows, Lorelai groaned softly as she welcomed the early morning by rolling over onto her back and languidly stretched her limbs. Her left hand reached out towards Luke's side of the bed, it came into contact with the cool rumpled sheets and slightly indented pillow.
She signed a little disappointed in waking up alone, until she inhaled deeply and was instantly hit with the mouthwatering aroma of coffee mixed with the strong wafting smell of turkey and stuffing. Her lips broke out into a huge grin as she threw the covers off of her body and shot out of the bed, hurrying into the bathroom to complete her morning rituals.
Once she was fresh and changed, Lorelai made her way down the hall, passing a few closed doors on her way towards the landing before she began to slowly descend the beautiful maple-colored staircase.
As she reached the bottom, she could hear the sounds of talk and laughter from her left, carrying throughout the house. She recognized one of the voices to be Luke's, and followed it. She peered into the open archway into a large spectacular kitchen to see Luke standing behind a gas range stove that was placed in the middle of the island.
The two children from her ice cream dream were also there, but they looked to be around the age of five or six years old now. They were both seated on stools on the opposite side of Luke, waiting for his signal to authorize them to help in anyway. One of the kids chattered away easily, perched up against the counter, while the other child sat perfectly still, patiently waiting in silence, watching Luke's every move carefully.
Lorelai watched the scene before her wearing a bright smile, her eyes full of admiration. She went unnoticed, until she exhaled out a delighted sigh, which somehow got the attention of the child that sat quietly. The child's head snapped towards her, having what seemed like a sixth sense for feeling her presence in the room and a huge grin was instantly directed at her.
"Mommy!" Said the kid happily, jumping up from the stool to run to her.
The other child's head snapped in the same direction after hearing the commotion, and broke out in a smile as well "Mommy!" came another shout.
Lorelai squatted to their level and opened her arms, welcoming them to her. The kids ran alongside each other and basically tackled Lorelai in a big bear hug.
She wrapped an arm around each child, "Hi my babies!" She greeted happily, "Happy Thanksgiving!"
"Happy Thanksgiving!" They chimed in unison, flashing big goofy grins.
Lorelai glanced up at Luke flashing him a grin of his own and sent him a wink along with it, then turned back to huddle with the children and spoke in a conspirator tone, but loud enough for Luke to still hear as she asked, "Did Daddy make you breakfast already?"
The quiet kid nodded yes, while the other answered enthusiastically, "Uh huh! Daddy made us strawberry oatmeal and bacon."
"Yuck!" Lorelai scrunched up her face playfully, "Healthy food."
"Bacon is not healthy." Luke inputted as he placed the finishing ingredients in the pies.
Lorelai looked back at him and said, "Well the oatmeal counts as five healthy foods," gaining a roll of his eyes from Luke. She then looked back to the children, "so, you know what that means?" She asked, showing her excitement.
"What?" They asked together, intrigued with wide eyes.
"We need to even the numbers out, meaning…" Lorelai faded, allowing them to finish for her.
"Chocolate!" They shouted, excitedly.
Luke turned to the three of them and pointed a finger, "No chocolate! You'll spoil your appetite. Your sisters and grandparents will be here any minute, so keep your pants on."
"Aww…" The three of them whined, dejectedly. Luke arched his brow at them as if telling them to answer him properly. "Yes, Dad!" the two children answered acknowledging his authority, knowing not to argue with their father.
Luke nodded in satisfaction, then turned to place the pies into the oven to keep them warm.
Seeing her moment, Lorelai went over to the drawer on the side of the island and grabbed the package of M&M's as quietly as possible, then made her way to the kids and shoved it into their arms before whispering, "Go! Hurry!" She spun them around and with that the two children dashed out of the kitchen at the speed of light, giggling.
Lorelai turned around only to be met by Luke's piercing gaze, "Lorelai!" He barked with his hands on his hips.
Lorelai shrugged her shoulders and held her palms up innocently, "What?"
"You know what." He scolded.
"Come on, babe," Lorelai made her way over to stand directly in front of him as she let her bottom lip fall forward in a pout, "They're hungry, and they deserve a treat after eating oatmeal." She said running her finger down his chest, over his abdomen and stopping to land on his belt buckle.
He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her tight up against him, "It'll spoil their appetite." He said gruffly, knowing his firmness was fading quickly.
Lorelai broke out into a dangerous smile as she leaned forward, allowing her lips to graze his ear as she whispered; "I know what treat I want that'll satisfy my appetite." She flirted as she rolled her hips into his, emitting a guttural groan from him.
"Don't tempt me." He growled in her ear as he kissed his way down her jaw and to her neck where he then began showering it with warm wet kisses.
He found the spot right in the middle of her neck and bit down slightly, knowing that it drove her crazy. "Luke" She moaned, one hand bunching his flannel shirt tightly at his side, while the other cradled his head in place at her neck as she rotated her hips into his once more.
"Tease" He mumbled against her skin as he sucked on her flesh, dragging his tongue lazily against it and grasped her hips a little tighter.
He ground into her, gaining another moan to escape her lips, just as they faintly heard rocks crunching under the weight of tires, coming from outside.
The voice of the quiet child was heard from the other room, "Rory!"
It followed with a shout of, "April!" from the voice of the chatterbox child.
As their little footsteps were heard heading quickly towards the front door, Luke rested his forehead against Lorelai's as he gave her hips another gentle squeeze. He groaned in frustration at having to cease their little heated session.
"Stop," Lorelai smiled, "you like the girls, remember?" She said softly and placed a tender kiss to his lips.
"Not when they interrupt time with my favorite girl." He growled, before securing their lips together in another intoxicating kiss. He allowed their mouths to heatedly meld together as their tongues passionately sought out their mate.
Lorelai gently captured his bottom lip between her teeth emanating another throaty groan from Luke. "I'll make it up to you tonight." She whispered her promise after releasing his lip.
He shook his head, "Now" He mumbled, wrapping her up tightly to him, "I'll pack the younger ones up with the girls and send them to your parents." He said huskily, his lips tickling hers as he spoke.
Lorelai seized his bottom lip again, but this time between her lips as she gently suckled on it, letting her tongue trail along it gracefully. He immediately opened his mouth, his tongue searching to meet hers only for her to pull back slightly, not allowing that connection. He growled in frustration causing her to giggle.
"Later, hon." She reassured, murmuring against his lips, before kissing him softly. She gently patted his chest as she slipped out of his hold just in time to hear a rush amount of footsteps re-entering the house, followed by the front door shutting loudly with a bang.
Her eyes quickly snapped open as she shot up in bed, desperately gasping for air. Lorelai sighed dejectedly as she realized the inevitable had happened and she had fallen asleep. She inhaled a heavy breath at the thought of her recently most beloved dream had revisited her.
She felt the swift rise of heated water building in the back of her eyes. She squeezed them shut, hopelessly trying to retract any liquid from falling, all while attempting to banish the images from her dream out of her mind. She found it to be unfair of how her most desired wish of her whole package with Luke, now haunted her mercilessly in her dreams.
Lorelai was usually known best for being a beautiful, bright and strong independent woman. She was never known as someone who didn't dare speak her mind. She had a very extensive vocabulary, full of charming wit and diverse references that usually would have her fellow by-standers heads spinning at a lost.
She so proudly and rightfully displayed her dazzling smile and contagiously euphoric demeanor so openly at all times. Anyone and everyone who had the honor of knowing or meeting her instantly fell in love with the gorgeous, incessant chattering, remarkable force of nature better known as Lorelai Gilmore.
That being said, it was literally heartbreaking to see Stars Hollow's own Wonder Woman brimming with sadness and devastation as her usual infectious exhilaration for life came crashing to an obliterating halt. As of a little over seven months ago, that miraculous woman had been gradually deteriorating before everyone's eyes.
Apparently everyone didn't include Luke. He was the one person that could sometimes know her better than her daughter, her own flesh and blood. He was also the one person who could usually read her like a children's picture book, seeing what exact emotion she was feeling before she even uttered a word. And yet now he couldn't even see what was happening to her right in front of his eyes, that was unmistakably ripping her to shreds.
Her cast-iron walls were not being built fast enough in order to avoid the excruciating invasion of shots to her heart that were caused by the constant dismissal from the only man who was ever able to capture it.
As hard as she had tried, she couldn't even put up a good enough fight anymore to the unavoidable rogue tears that now regularly spilled from her eyes, night after night as she had been left alone in her big, newly renovated, empty house. On those long unremitting restless nights, she allowed her tears that detained ounces of rejection and pain to fall without reserve.
Lorelai swiped at her cheeks furiously, wiping away any tears that had strayed. She pushed away all torturous thoughts and rolled out of bed. She headed straight into the bathroom for a hot shower, hoping the heat of the water would relax some of her aching muscles and wash away the pain. She at least held out hope for the former.
She allowed the drops of water that fell onto her face to disguise the drops of water that spilled from her eyes. The pressure of the warm sprays cascaded down her long dark waves and ran like silk off of her back, while the steam that flowed upward caused a faint pink tint on her cheeks as it swiftly warmed her all around.
After she had gotten dressed and finished her morning routines of getting ready for the day, Lorelai made her way downstairs. She put on a pot of coffee then went to the fridge to see what junk she had left, since she hadn't gone grocery shopping since the last time Luke was over, which she couldn't even remember when. She opened the fridge door and was immediately staring at her deserted treasures from the night before.
She smirked with a glint in her eyes, "Happy belated birthday to me." She said to herself as she reached for the container and pie plate.
The coffee had just finished, so she set the desserts down onto the table before she poured herself a large mug of coffee and grabbed a fork from the drawer below. She plopped herself in a chair and peeled the lid back from the container.
Lorelai picked up a brownie and furrowed her brows slightly as she inspected it. She saw little dark green sprinkles mixed into it, and she wondered if Sookie had tried a new recipe or if she had purposefully put vegetables in them to be sure Lorelai had some kind of nutrients in her. She shrugged and took a huge bite out of it right before she gulped down her first of her coffee.
"Mmmm!" Lorelai exclaimed softly, "Not bad for green stuff." She nodded in approval and picked up a cookie from the container.
Lorelai dropped the fork into the pie plate allowing it to clatter. She had demolished a total of two brownies, a cookie, and a huge piece of pie, and on top of that, she swallowed three giant cups of coffee. Her eyelids drooped slightly with every passing second, until they rested half open.
Her eyes were tinted with a veil of red, causing her twinkling blue eyes to look even more piercingly blue. If it hadn't been for her full, almost drunken looking smile, Lorelai would've appeared to be an insomniatic victim.
Lorelai slowly replaced the lid back onto the dessert container and resituated it along with the pie plate back into the fridge. She was experiencing the sudden urge to move about, her feet didn't want to stay put. Her mind raced even though her eyes were exhausted. Her whole body felt like a contradiction.
She giggled at the thought as she allowed her coffee mug to slip from her fingers into the sink bumping the side with a plop noise. She felt her stomach rumble lowly and giggled again as she wondered if it was calling for more food or signaling for help.
In an instant the image of a big juicy pancake flashed into her mind. The pancake had legs and arms. It smiled and waved at her, then as if by magic a big bottle of syrup appeared next to it and also smiled at her. She waved back to both of them and watched as they took each other's magically prosthetic placed arms and began dancing around in a circle, then they both looked up and started laughing as it started raining slices of strawberries and sprays of whipped cream on top of them.
Lorelai licked her lips hungrily, then felt a nudge on the side of her leg. She looked down to see Paul Anka panting. She shook her head from the crazy thoughts of pancakes, smiled at him and gradually made her way to pour him some kibble and fresh water.
Once he was all set, she made her way to the desk in the hallway and picked up her purse. She reached for her wallet and grabbed out a couple twenties and stuffed it into her pocket, then snatched up her keys while stuffing her feet into her tennis shoes and made her way out calling her farewell to her dog.
Lorelai had somehow managed to make her way to the diner, only stumbling twice. She made it in good time too, considering the state that she was currently in. She laughed a little as she climbed the steps slowly, trying to act cool, but coming off as if she was attempting to avoid landmines.
The bell above the door jingled, as it swung open, which caused her to look up, only to be met with the smoky blue eyes of her fiancée, staring at her as if she had lost her mind.
Her eyes were still glassy and wilted slightly except for the corners where it crinkled due to her huge lazy looking smile that appeared on her face, "Hi!" She greeted as she stepped up to him and kissed his lips, "Mmmm" She moaned against his lips "You taste good." She finished with a pat to his chest and moved past him making her way into the diner.
Luke turned to follow her, his face showing pure confusion. He allowed the door to shut behind him as he watched Lorelai take a seat at the counter.
"Good morning, honey!" came the greeting from Miss Patty who sat at a table with Babette.
Lorelai turned to face them and flashed her big toothless smile, "Hey ladies!" She said slowly.
"Lookin' good, sugah!" Came the rasp from Babette, "That must've been some hell'uva kiss. Luke's still in shock." She said, hooking her thumb towards the man himself.
Lorelai turned to face him and her toothless smile turned into a full spread grin, "Hi!" She said in an excited flirty tone.
Luke raised his brows in surprise at her odd behavior, "Hi?" He replied, questioningly and moved to stand in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
He bent his knees a little to meet her eyes and he narrowed his as he asked, "Is everything okay?"
Her smile never faded as she mirrored his questioning eyes and replied, "I don't know, you tell me."
"Lorelai" He began sternly, "What's going on?" He asked softly, his voice filled with concern and curiosity as he leaned closer to her.
Lorelai inhaled deeply, humming contently, "You smell good." She told him, her pupils growing wider as it filled with hunger for him.
Luke's brows knit together at her off the subject comment and turned to yell towards the kitchen, "Ceasar!"
"Yeah, Boss?" Ceasar replied, sticking his head out of the kitchen, seeing Lorelai he smiled, "Hey Lorelai."
Lorelai smiled, goofily as she replied, "Hi Ceasar."
"I'm gonna take Lorelai upstairs for a while, I don't think she's feeling good. Glenn will be here in a bit." He said as he began to assist Lorelai to her feet, "Come on."
"But I feel fine, Luke." Lorelai said idly with a smirk as she wrapped her arms around his midsection, and buried her face in his neck, inhaling a deep breath of him.
Ceasar raised his brows at Lorelai as he smiled at Luke, "She gonna be okay?" He asked.
Luke looked down at her as his arm wrapped around her waist to steady her, "She'll be fine." He replied as he started leading her towards the direction of the stairs up to the apartment.
Meanwhile at that same moment, Sookie and Jackson had barged into the kitchen at the Dragonfly with trash bins and nervous smiles on their faces, anxious to be able to get rid of the unwanted substances that rested inside the desserts that sat in the Inn's fridge.
Sookie walked over and opened up the fridge, while Jackson stood over the trash bin gesturing her to hurry. Sookie began tossing the containers filled with brownies into the bin, then the large containers full of cookies, then as she bent to the next shelve that held the pies she gasped loudly.
"What? What?" Jackson panicked, looking behind him to see if anyone was coming.
Sookie pointed to the pie shelf, "The pies! The pies!" She cried in terror.
"Yes, Sookie they're very pretty, but could you please hurry before someone-" Jackson began only for Sookie to cut him off.
"No, Jackson! The pies! There's three!" She cried, beginning to get hysterical.
"Okay so?" He asked, circling his hands as if to tell her get to the point.
"There's only three pies and I baked four!" She explained in horror.
Jackson's eyes grew wide in realization, "Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!" She repeated.
"Hey Sookie! Jackson." Came the voice of Sookie's sous chef.
"Manny." She greeted distantly, but snapped her head back to him quickly, "Manny! Who touched these desserts? Someone took a pie! I told everyone not to touch these, now who did it?" She cornered him.
Manny's eyes went wide as he stammered, "Not me! I swear."
"Then who was it?" She questioned gripping his shirt in a fist.
"I don't know, Sookie. Lorelai was the last person to go in the fridge that I saw." He said in a rush.
Just then a horrified look came across Sookie's face as she connected the dots, "I told her about the brownies you made for her, but I went in the back to get potatoes, so I'm not so sure if anyone came in after her." He continued.
"I'm sorry, Manny." Sookie nodded her head in acceptance and released her hold on his shirt patting it back into place, "I believe you. I'm sorry. They were- um… a secret recipe of mine and it wasn't quite ready." She tried to fib "Jackson and I are just gonna check on her for a bit, we'll be back later, Manny."
Manny nodded, "Okay, Boss"
With that Sookie and Jackson headed out in search of Lorelai hoping to get to her before she had consumed any of the dessert in question.
As they were out of sight Lorelai smiled dangerously, "Oooouh!" She purred into his neck, "Do I get to show you how hungry I am, now?" She flirted as they headed up the stairs.
"Lorelai, have you been drinking?" He asked, slowing his pace a bit, his arm still wrapped tightly around her waist.
"Who me?" She asked as if the thought had been ridiculous.
"Yes, you." He replied.
"Couldn't be!" She exclaimed, and then giggled at her joke.
"Lorelai" He scolded, "I'm serious. What's gotten into you?" He asked as they made it to the door and he swung it open.
Lorelai lifted her head and flashed him a devilish smile, "Well hopefully you soon." She said seductively, before she leaned in to capture his lips between hers and slowly allowed her tongue to push through his mouth and mingle with his tongue for a bit, before pulling back and making her way over to his bed while kicking off her shoes.
Luke stood there with a bewildered look on his face as he stared at her from his rooted position just inside the door. He kicked the door closed, then followed after her, finding her lying on top of his bed with her head propped up in her hand as she lay on her side facing him.
She held a wolfish grin, "You gonna join me, or do I have to start without you?" She asked causing him to clench his jaw at the image she gave him.
He did his best to calm himself, before he spoke, "Wait, Lorelai." He sat on the bed next to her, "I need you to tell me what's going on? Not that I'm not liking this, but you're acting different and why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?" He spat out question after question.
Lorelai shook her head slowly and put a finger to his lips, "Shhh…" She said and leered longingly at them. She licked her own lips and then glanced back into Luke's eyes before returning her gaze back to his beautiful full pink lips.
She leaned into him and brushed her lips with his, slowly darting her tongue out to wet his. Luke's lips fell open slightly at her touch feeling as if he had lost control of his own actions and allowed her to override his stations.
She pulled him down into a laying position as she hauled him flush up against her, allowing them to feel each other's warmth. Lorelai moaned into his mouth as she felt his instant reaction to her.
"Well, hello!" She whispered against his lips, causing him to growl and go back in to attack her mouth, emitting a small fit of giggles from Lorelai.
"Look at what you do to me." He said lowly as he pulled her leg over his hip and ground into her
"Mmmm, I like your effect to my cause." She laughed languidly as he devoured her neck with fervent kisses.
"I feel like we haven't done this in forever." He mumbled against her neck, before he sucked on the spot he had been working on.
Lorelai groaned in approval, "That's because on a minimum, we usually do it once a day. It's been over two weeks or so… I don't know I lost count."
"God, I missed this." He groaned and rolled his hips into her again, "I missed you."
Lorelai moaned loudly as her fingers wound into the hair at the nape of his neck, while the other held him close, "Well, that's bound to happen, since you keep pushing me away." She let the sentence slip out of her mouth, causing Luke to immediately halt his actions as he lifted his head to look at her.
"What?" He panted as he looked into her eyes, trying to see if he heard her correctly.
Just then there was the sound of loud banging against the door heard, causing them both to look in the direction of the noise.
"Luke! Lorelai!" came Sookie's voice from the other side causing Luke to begin to pull away from Lorelai, "You two better have clothes on! I'm giving you to the count of five, then I'm coming in." She warned.
Luke got to his feet and reached for his hat that had been knocked off to the floor and replaced it on his head. He glanced to Lorelai to see she too had sat up on the bed, but wouldn't make eye contact with him. He sighed heavily as he went to open the door just as Sookie was on four.
"What is it, Sookie?" He asked curtly as he opened the door.
Sookie flinched a little, startled by the abrupt answer, then she looked over his shoulder and saw Lorelai standing a few feet behind Luke, looking more tired now, and without the lazy grin.
"Lorelai! You need to come with me." Sookie demanded as she pushed past Luke to retrieve her friend.
Luke took a step back, "Wait! What? Why?" He asked in confusion by the intrusion.
Sookie began walking back towards the door with Lorelai in tow, "Because." She said shortly.
Luke's eyes grew wide, "Because? Because what, Sookie?" He asked indignantly.
"Because she ate a pie that she wasn't supposed to eat and I need to monitor her for any sort of reactions, Luke." Sookie explained, exasperated as she made it to the door.
"What?" Luke lunged out to grasp Lorelai's arm gently, jerking both women to a stop, "No, Sookie! Lorelai and I are in the middle of something. I'll watch her." He said as he pulled Lorelai closer to him.
"Nooo," Sookie tugged her other arm, "I need to watch her. You can have your way with her later, but right now she needs to get back to work, and so do you."
"We both run our own businesses, Sookie." He tugged Lorelai back again, "I think we can afford to miss a couple hours of work and not get in trouble." He stated gruffly.
"Okay guys, I'm not a yo-yo!" Lorelai spoke up and pulled both her arms out of each of their grasps.
"Lorelai and I aren't finished here, we need to talk about a few things, Sookie. Privately." Said Luke.
"You will talk, but not now." Sookie told him, "I'm sorry, but I need Lorelai back at the Inn. You two can talk later tonight, I promise. No more interruptions, but she needs to come with me." Sookie said firmly as she lightly guided Lorelai out.
Luke exhaled a frustrated growl "I want her all to myself by seven, Sookie! No exceptions!" He said firmly, pointing a stern finger at her.
Sookie nodded with a half wave, "Yeah, yeah."
Lorelai looked back to Luke and gave him a sad smile, "Wait!" Luke called out.
"What now, Luke?" Sookie asked in aggravation.
Luke walked up to Lorelai and placed a kiss on her lips, then raised his lips to her ear, "Tonight. You and me, okay?" He whispered and pulled back to look into her eyes.
Lorelai nodded her head slowly, and then pecked his lips once more, before she turned to follow Sookie.
Luke's eyes were glued to her retreating form as she followed Sookie down the stairs. He sighed heavily and turned to go back into his apartment. His thoughts were swimming so fast at the words she had spoken just minutes ago.
He plopped himself onto his bed, the scent of her instantly assaulting his senses. He loved the smell of her. He missed it, he felt as if he hadn't been close enough to her to recognize it on him in a long time. He needed to talk to Lorelai, and soon. He glanced at his clock on his nightstand and growled as it read 11AM.
"Eight hours to go." He whispered to the ceiling as his mind continued to run on autopilot.
Half of him desperately needed to talk to her, and figure out what was going on, while the other half dreaded what was to come.
Author's Note: Aren't ya'll proud of me. This edit was so much faster. Like I said, I'm trying to speed things up as fast as I can, to get this story back in progress. Thanks for the follows, favorites and reviews. You all rock!
