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"Ugh. I need coffee," she groaned as she leaned back against the refrigerator.

"Go home," Sookie replied.

"No. Then I'd have to make my own coffee."

"You've had a long day, honey. You've pulled off a major double wedding and you've got to be exhausted. Go home, get comfy and go to sleep."

"Okay, mom. Fine," Lorelai mocked.

After bidding her friend farewell, she hopped in her jeep and began to head home. As she was passing through the town square, she noticed that the lights were still on in the diner.

One cup. What Sookie doesn't know won't kill her.

She parked her car out front and walked in.

"We're closed," she heard him call from the kitchen.

"It's me," she called back.

"Oh," he said as he walked out into view. "Hey."

"Hi."

"How was the wedding?" he asked.

"Long. Exhausting. Extremely weird."

"Weird?"

"Identical twin sisters married identical twin brothers."

"You're kidding," he snorted.

"I wish I was…listen I know it's late but I've had the longest day and I was just hoping you could give me a cup of coffee."

"I just cleaned all the kitchenware. But I have a coffee maker upstairs in the apartment if you want to come up."

"Do you use the same brand up there as you do down here?"

"You think I'd buy one brand of coffee for my diner and another brand for the apartment above my diner? No. It's the same. Plus, I don't drink coffee. It's just a coffee maker. I'll bring the stuff up with us and make it for you."

She put her hand over her heart. "My hero."

He gathered the grounds, cream, sugar, and a filter in his arms and followed her up the stairs.

"Have a seat," he nodded to the couch by the window. "The remote is on the side table if you want to watch something."

"Thanks."

"Hey, Luke?" she asked after a moment of silence.

"Yeah?"

"Do you get jealous easily?"

You have no idea.

"Nah. Not really."

"Oh," she replied.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked, sensing something was bothering her.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all," he answered, taking a seat next to her. "Coffee's brewing."

"Thanks…so it's like this. Rory had to do a sport for one of her classes at Chilton and she brought it up last week at our dinner with my parents. So my mom suggested that my dad take Rory to the club and teach her to play golf. Rory went, reluctantly, but she came back so happy and excited to see my dad again. She had the best time with him. And with everything that's happened between my parents and I, I know I'll never have that. And it just makes me-."

"Sad?" he finished.

"If I'm being honest? Yeah. It kinda does."

Her face fell in a spell of sadness and he felt it like a stab to his heart.

"You know, I have felt jealous every now and then."

She looked up. "Really? Over what?"

"My dad being able to do things I couldn't when I was young, my little sister getting favored as the youngest, women I've liked not seeing it and choosing other guys. That kind of stuff."

"Any woman would be lucky to have you. If she can't see that, she doesn't deserve you."

He laughed. "No, it's I who doesn't deserve her. Hence why I don't have her."

"Who is she?" Lorelai asked.

He didn't know what to do besides look up at her with a truth and admission in his eyes.

"Oh," she realized. "It's…it's…it uh…"

"Yeah," he hid his face, suddenly embarrassed.

She didn't know what to say or what to do. They sat there for what felt like an eternity before she finally spoke up.

"Wanna have sex?"

His head shot up. "What?" he struggled to get out.

"I mean why not? I'm an adult. You're an adult. I'm attractive. You're attractive. And I'm wearing a dress right now so the work you'd have to do would be minimal."

"You're serious?"

"There are very few things that I refuse to kid about. This would be one of them."

Without another word, he moved closer to her and took her face in his hands, kissing her aggressively. He felt himself harder than he'd ever been, faster than he'd ever gotten there. He laid her back on the couch and reached down to pull her dress up and over her head, revealing matching pale-rose colored underwear. He felt his dick twitch at the sight of her almost completely naked, then twitch again when her hands traveled down and began to work on his belt.

He felt a moan vibrate through her lips on his that came from the depths of her throat. She forced her tongue into his mouth, giving him no time to grant any kind of permission. He simply responded, gliding his tongue over hers and tasting a sweetness he'd only ever dreamed of.

"Luke," she breathed against his lips.

"hmm?"

She reached up to her face and removed his right hand, then guided it behind her back and laid his palm flat over the clasp on her bra. She moved her lips to his ear and blew lightly into it, finally whispering "take this off."

In one motion, he exposed her bare chest and discarded the lacy garment.

"Nicely done, Danes," she said, impressed.

He shrugged, grinning proudly at her satisfaction, before bringing his hands to her breasts and beginning to knead them. He brought his lips to the hollow of her neck, kissing, licking, biting and sucking while she encouraged him with a series of gasps and moans. He slowly kissed his way down to her left breast, then taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard on the hard little bud. She gasped and threw her head back, while simultaneously grabbing his hand from her right breast and dragging it down into her panties. He groaned when he felt how wet she was for him and she returned her attention to his face, finding a look of surprise in his eyes.

"That's what you do to me. That's what you've always done to me."

"I-I-I have?" he questioned, amazed that maybe she felt the same way he did for her.

"Yes," she said simply, finally powering through her struggle to remove his belt and unzip his jeans. He rolled off of her to slip out of the dark denim pants and she sat up, hooking her fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers, sliding them down his legs.

She took his long shaft in her hands and placed feather-light kisses all over the tip before taking his massive length into her mouth. He released a husky, involuntary groan and felt her smile around his girth. Her lips began to glide back and forth in smooth, fast motions and he'd never felt something more heavenly in his entire life. He placed one hand on her shoulder and tangled another in her curly dark hair attempting to steady himself. But no amount of anchorage could secure the weakening in the knees that she was causing him in that moment.

"Lorelai," he breathed.

"Hmm?" she muttered and he twitched at the vibration of her voice.

He tried to form words but couldn't. He knew he wouldn't last much longer if she kept this up so he gave her shoulder a tight squeeze. She released him from her lips and stood up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled back, hanging from his shoulders and stared at him.

"You taste really good," she commented.

He lowered himself to sit on the coffee table that was behind him so that his face was perfectly level with her core. He moved his hands behind her and took hold of her ass, massaging it and pulling her closer. He was mesmerized by the glistening wetness that covered her lips and the sheer thought of tasting her sent waves of electricity coursing in every direction throughout his body. Her sweet scent drew him in and he nuzzled his nose in her dark curls, tickling himself and inhaling slowly and deeply.

She was all-too turned on and he was taking his good old time torturing her.

"Luukkee," she whined.

"Shh," he whispered in response. "Be patient and I promise that I will rock your world."

She closed her eyes, trusting full-well that he would do just that. Several long moments after making his promise, he brought his index and middle fingers to her swollen lips and began caressing her. He slowly parted them and lowered his mouth to thrust his tongue into the depths of her wet center. He moved his nose against her mound of nerves where she so desperately needed to be touched but it wasn't enough. She needed more.

"Luke. Please," she begged.

He obeyed, moving his tongue to her clit and flicking it in short, fast motions, while slipping two of his long calloused fingers in and out of her faster than any man ever had before. He stopped abruptly several times and just remained stationary, teasing her much to her annoyance. When he paused the fourth time, she reached down and pulled hard on his earlobe, eliciting an "ow" from him.

"Well then quit stopping," she threatened.

"What did I tell you?"

"You said 'be patient and I'll rock your world.'"

"Exactly," he confirmed.

"But my world is only being slightly shaken right now," she retorted.

"I bet. And I've just barely gotten started," he said confidently.

She admitted her defeat and threaded her hands through the hair on the back of his head, pulling his face back between her legs. He didn't stop again until her grip on his head tightened and he knew he had brought her to the edge. "Let go," he murmured against her sex. "Let go for me."

She came amidst loud whimpers and shaking spasms, losing the support of her legs and falling into his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around her and she laid her head on his shoulder.

"I don't even know what to say," she whispered.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

She raised her head and brought her lips to his, giving him a lingering kiss and whispered "it's an incredible thing."

He smiled proudly. "Are you okay? Because we can stop here if you're uncomf—"

"No," she interrupted. "Take me to bed."