"Really?"

"What? Did you think I'd say no?" she laughed.

"I hoped you wouldn't."

"Well, until you exposed your softie plans, I was going to say no."

"Wait, what? Why?"

"Spur of the moment proposals are beneath me, dear," she said in a British accent.

"Good thing I lack in spontaneity."

"The Saturday night before last tells me otherwise," she smirked. "So are you gonna hand over that rock or do you plan on pawning it now that you got me to say 'yes'?"

He removed the ring from the box and set the box on the coffee table. Taking her left hand in his own, he slipped it onto her ring finger and admired how perfect it looked.

"Perfect fit," she whispered barely as she stared in awe at the sparkling, square cut diamond that now occupied her hand. "You've officially branded me."

"I've branded you before," he winked.

"Yeah but this one stays on forever. And it's much prettier," she said as she raised her hand in front of her face, unable to take her eyes off the ring. "You did good."

"I'm glad you like it," he smiled, leaning in to kiss her. "I love you a lot," he said when they parted.

"I love you too."

They knelt there for a few minutes before a grunt broke the silence.

"Okay my knees hurt," he said, standing up.

"Sorry, babe."

"Don't worry about it. Where'd you run off to?" he asked.

"I snapped at Sookie earlier so when you told me she did all that, I had to make things right with her. Can't get engaged when your Maid of Honor is pissed off at you."

"You're a good friend," he said.

"She's an amazing friend."

"She sure is."

"So, what do we do now?" she asked.

"I have no idea," he laughed.

She thought for a moment, then moved closer to him, placing a trail of kisses down his defined jawline.

"I have an idea," she whispered seductively into his ear.

"What would that be?" he asked.

"Let's go consummate this engagement," she suggested as she grabbed his hands behind her back and guided him up the stairs.

"I like the way you think," he grinned.

She opened the door to her bedroom and he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling back to his chest. She moaned when she felt his hardening arousal press into her lower spine. He pulled one arm away, moving it to sweep the her hair away from her shoulder. He licked her shoulder blade up to her jaw and then blew on the trail he'd left, sending shivers rushing down her spine.

"Oh god," she whimpered, moving her hand behind her and threading her fingers through his hair, holding his head firm as he nipped and sucked at her earlobe.

Moving his other hand down from her waist, he slid it under the waistband of her jeans, surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"You going commando for me?" he whispered.

"I wish I could say yes but I actually just haven't done the laundry in two weeks."

"Keep leaving it dirty," he growled.

"Yes sir," she breathed. "Take them off."

He did as he was told, working the button and zipper quickly with his skilled fingers. He slid them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them before he turned her in his arms and moved his hand under the hem of her shirt, gliding it up her lower back. With a single flick of his thumb and forefinger, he released the clasp on her bra and moved his hands back down to pull her shirt up and over her head. She grabbed his wrists as he started to move toward her shoulders to remove the rest of her bra and he looked up at her confusedly.

"What?" he asked breathlessly.

"You're completely dressed," she laughed.

"It seems so."

"Let's change that."

"Wait a few minutes," he whispered, lowering himself onto his knees and bringing two of his long fingers to her wet and waiting entrance.

He slid them into her with one long, slow stroke and she gasped as he filled her. He spread them apart inside of her, stretching and filling her more. She groaned as he remained still, impatiently waiting for him to begin his conquest of her sex. He laughed at her eagerness and brought his face up to her throbbing clit, pulling it between his teeth as she shrieked at the painfully wonderful sensation. He sucked her into his mouth and released over and over again until he felt her walls tightening around him. He pulled his lips away, teasing her as he added a third finger. When he noticed her legs visibly trembling in anticipation, he pumped his fingers in and out of her at an even faster pace, then brought his lips back to her clit and flicked his tongue at it at an equally fast speed.

She steadied herself, placing her hands on each of his shoulders and cried out a series of words that he could not comprehend as English. Smiling, he pulled back and stood back up and she immediately tore his shirt off of him, buttons flying everywhere.

"Well that's a goner," he said.

"I never liked that one anyway."

"I did."

"I'll sew them back on," she sighed, her face nuzzling the spot where his shoulder met his neck.

As she worked her fingers on his belt buckle, he lifted his white t-shirt and tossed it across the room. She unbuttoned and unzipped him anxiously, pushing the blue jeans down his legs. When he finished stepping out of them he returned his attention to her, realizing that she already had his boxers down to his knees. When they reached his ankles, he stepped out of those as well and then moved back.

"What?"

"Now I'm more naked than you are," he observed, looking her up and down.

She grinned at him wildly and slid her bra straps down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. She moved her hand down and wrapped it around his long, wide girth but stopped suddenly and jumped when she felt his hand cover hers.

"I'm not going to last long enough," he said firmly.

"I'm that hot, huh?"

"God you have no idea."

He grabbed her hips and led her to the bed, laying her down and hovering over her. There was no time for anything but the main event. The only thing on his mind was being inside of this woman who would now become his wife. No thought could have turned him on more.

He positioned his tip at her entrance and pounded into her hard, an ear-shattering scream escaping the depths of her throat. He stopped, realizing he may have been too aggressive.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Shut up, Luke," she replied, covering his ass with her palm and pulling it back down toward her. "Do that again," she gasped.

And he did, repeatedly, bringing her the most pleasure she'd ever felt in her life. When her climax was near, he felt her fingernails dig into the upper planes of his back, the cold metal of her engagement ring chilling a small spot of his skin, reminding him that she was his and he was hers.

A sense of pride filled him as the sound of a high pitched scream resounded throughout all rooms in the house.

When they both came down from their highs, he gathered her in his arms.

"Lorelai Victoria Danes," she whispered.

"What?"

"It sounds good."

"You're going to change your name?" he asked. "You don't have to."

"I want to," she said before kissing him sweetly.

"It sounds perfect," he smiled.

"I love you, fiancé."

"I love you too, fiancée with an extra 'e'."

"It stands for 'excellent'."

"I already knew that," he grinned, kissing her forehead.