Look at him. All smug and smiley and handsome. Just the kind of guy I want to knock my daughter up at the same age I got pregnant with her. I mean who is he to go around kissing MY baby without my permission anyway? She's not allowed to kiss boys. She's not even allowed to look at them. Jesus, I sound like a dad. Not that she has one who cares enough to react this way though. This kid...oh, I'm going to kill him.

"Hey," a voice startled her from behind, forcing her to drop the cereal she'd been holding in her hand as she attempted to look like an ordinary person doing her ordinary grocery shopping.

"Oh, god!" she jumped, turning around to find him standing rather close to her. "Wh-wha-what are you doing?" she asked.

"What are you doing?" he retorted.

"I asked you first."

"I ran out of cream," he said.

She sighed. "Yeah, me too."

"What kind?" he smirked.

She rolled her eyes.

"What are you staring at?" he asked.

"Nothing, don't look, don't look."

"What is wrong with you today?"

"Rory got kissed."

"What?" his voice grew protective.

"Rory had her first kiss," she continued, pulling him down the aisle by his wrists. "And that guy did it."

"Ah."

"Yeah," she growled.

"The new kid."

"Yep. Ah look at him. Look how smug he is," she huffed.

"He's bagging groceries. It's hard to be smug bagging groceries."

"Look how he just handled those lemons!"

"What are you talking about?"

"He threw them in the bag. Not tossed them or placed them but threw them like they meant nothing to him."

"They're lemons," he said.

"They're symbolic."

"Okay. We need to get you out of here."

"No. That lothario over there has wormed his way into my daughter's heart and mouth and for that he must die!"

"That's it. Let's go," he said.

"No!" she argued.

"You're not gonna kill the bag boy."

"Why not?" she grinned deviously.

"It's double coupon day. You'll bring down the town," he rationalized, grabbing her upper arm and leading her out the door.

"Okay, okay! I'm out! Stop pushing me!" she whined as he brought her outside.

"What are you thinking, spying on that kid like that?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to see him. I mean, I've seen him already but that was before he was-"

"Rory's boyfriend?" he finished, cutting her off.

"Shush, you."

"She's growing up."

"I know," she admitted.

"There's nothing you can do about that," he reminded her.

"Okay, Mister Reality, break into somebody else's house."

"Sorry," he succumbed as he began to walk away.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Back to work."

"Oh, right," she said, her voice low, almost sad.

"What?" he asked.

"That's my baby," she said, sniffling. "And she didn't tell me."

He walked back toward her, noticing the tears filling her eyes. He opened his arms and she fell into them, tiny cries escaping her throat.

"Can you-I mean is there any way-is somebody," she tried to ask between sobs.

"Caesar is in there," he said, catching what she was trying to ask. "He can handle it for a while."

"Thank you," she whispered, pulling back and raising her swollen, red eyes to meet his.

"Come on," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"My place? Your place? Neverland? I don't care. You pick."

"Rory's home," she whispered.

"Neverland it is," he said.

They walked down the street and he unlocked his truck.

"No, really," she began, "where are we going?"

"You'll see." he said, leading her into the passenger seat, then walking around to the drivers side, taking his place behind the wheel.

Twenty minutes later, they were rolling down a rocky pathway. Lorelai had her head leaned against the window, a sad look still occupying her face. Gravel crunched under the weight of the truck as it moved down the one-way road and, at the end of a line of pine trees, a clearing came into view that overlooked a small, calm lake.

Luke pulled onto the grass and shifted the gear into park.

"Where are we?" she asked, stepping out of the truck.

"Just outside of Woodbridge," he called over the roof as he stepped out himself.

He walked around the front of the vehicle and hand gestured to a bench that sat at the edge of the land.

She followed him and exhaled loudly as she sat.

"So," he said, clasping his hands together and turning toward her.

"Can we just not talk for a minute?"

He nodded and returned his attention to the lake. The water rippled quietly and birds chirped softly in the distance.

Time passed and the silence between them continued. He attention snapped back when he heard the shuffling of her clothes as she slid closer to him. As she got closer to him than ever before, his first instinct was to move over, but he decided to remain still, unsure of what she was doing. He felt her grasp his wrist and moved his arm behind her head so it was draped over her shoulders. She slid in further, closing the last two inches of space between them. Moving her head, she nestled it onto his shoulder until she found a comfortable position. She settled into him and released a long, drawn out breath, then allowing silence to overtake them once again. Luke, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion, was at a loss as to how she wanted him to respond.

An hour passed, then two. Eventually, he found himself calming down and decided to let her actions dictate their time together. Reality overtook them in the third hour when they heard the sound of thunder far off in the west. She sighed and he began to move but she reached her hand across his torso and pulled him back toward her.

"Don't move," she whispered.

"It's going to storm."

"I don't care."

"Come on. Let's at least go back into the truck."

"No," she said firmly.

"Lorelai."

"Please."

"Okay," he gave in. "Stay here," he said, getting up.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her eyes following him as he walked toward the truck.

He returned a minute later with an umbrella and wedged it between two of the bench's wooden planks on the other side of her, then took his place and reached his arm around her, letting her settle again into his embrace.

"What are we doing?" he breathed out.

"I don't know," she whispered, "but I don't hate it."

He said nothing.

She raised her head and willed his eyes to meet hers. When she caught his gaze, she smiled.

"Hi."

"Hey..." he said shakily.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

"What?" he said, his voice rising in shock.

"Just do it, Luke."

"No."

"Kiss me," she repeated, firmly.

"Lorelai."

"If you don't do it, then I will."

"I don't think this is-"

"You've got 3 seconds before I make the move."

He leaned down hesitantly and brushed his lips lightly across hers, then pulled back and looked away.

"Is that the best you can do?" she asked. "Kiss me, damnit," she demanded, moving closer to him.

"Stop!" he shouted, moving further away from her.

"What?!" she yelled.

"You're sad and emotional. You're not thinking straight. And you're sitting here, begging me to take advantage of you. I can't. I won't."

"I just need to let go. No strings attached. One time. No feelings. Two friends doing each other a favor. I know it's been a while for you too."

"It's been ages," he sighed. "And you're gorgeous. And sexy. And I would love to touch you. But I'm a commitment guy. More importantly, I'm a respectful guy. I've never had a mindless, one-time fling. Not with a stranger and certainly not with someone I care about."

"Yeah well if you care about me then doing me this favor shouldn't be all that difficult," she groaned.

"I care about a lot of people. You don't see me running off to have sex with them, do you?"

"Are you attracted to everyone you care about?" she retorted.

"No."

"But you're attracted to me."

"I never said that."

"Look me straight in the eyes and tell me you're not attracted to me," she challenged.

He brought his gaze up to meet hers and saw the need in her eyes. Memories of all the low cut tops she so skillfully flaunted as she leaned over his counter and all the tights pairs of jeans that hugged her backside as she strutted out the door came flooding into his mind. He parted his lips, willing himself to say it. Six words - 'I am not attracted to you' - and he would be in the clear. Six words that were a complete lie. Six words he knew would never come out of his mouth.

"I can't," he admitted, looking down.

"Then kiss me."

He lost his resolve and grabbed her forcefully by the wrists pulling her up so the both of them were standing. He wrapped one arm around her waist and hooked the other around her neck, pulling her body flush against his. He covered her lips with his own, immediately darting his tongue into into her mouth. She moaned at the contact, stumbling backward and moving her hands behind his back to steady herself.

"I have blankets in the truck," he whispered between the hot kisses he was placing down her jawline.

"Well isn't that convenient," she remarked, her assumption obvious.

"They're from camping."

"Uh-huh. I'm sure they are."

"Do you want to go get them or not?" he growled.

"Yes."

He turned her in the direction of the truck and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pushing her toward it and nibbling on the crook of her neck. When they reached the truck he guided her to the passenger side door and began guiding her into the seat.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"We're out in the open. If I only get to do this once, I'm doing it right." He moved his lips closer to her ear. "I'm going to make you scream," he said, his voice low and husky. "So, unless you want to get arrested for public indecency and excessive noise, I suggest we drive deep into those woods," he said pointing to the dense area of trees on the other side of the lake.

"Well hurry the hell up."

He sprinted around to the driver's side and pressed the gas pedal to the floor. She reached across the center console and grabbed his hand, bringing it back toward her and guiding it under the waistbands of her jeans and underwear. He groaned as she removed her hand, knowing full well what she wanted him to do next.

He spread her soft lips with his ring and index fingers, gliding his middle finger down the wet center that they'd been covering. An involuntary growl escaped from the depths of his throat and she felt herself getting even wetter at the sound.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of her pants, bringing his fingers up to her mouth and sucking each of them, one at a time. "Mmm," she hummed as she tasted herself on him.

His jeans became unbearably tight as his erection grew harder and longer than ever before. Never had he been more turned on. The sheer anticipation of being inside of her was making him sweat. He'd fantasized about this hundreds of times before. He often found himself in the shower with his eyes closed, visioning an image of her as he pumped himself wildly with his hand.

But this...this was beyond his wildest imagination. In just a few moments, he would be with her, touching her, pleasuring her. He'd be surrounded by the walls of her hot core, which he had no doubts were tight and wet and altogether heavenly.

After a few minutes of driving into the woods, he decided they were deep enough and slammed on the brakes, the inertia forcing them forward at first and then backward, both of their backs hitting the seats with force. He reached to the back seat and grabbed two blankets, then jumped out of the car. She'd already opened the entrance to the bed and was sitting in the center, completely naked and smiling expectantly at him.

"Get up," he said, gesturing toward the surface with the blanket.

She moved back and hopped up onto the roof of the truck, her feet dangling over the bed. After he'd smoothed a blanket over the entire area, she hopped back down and knelt before him, smiling deviously.

"You're impossible," he shook his head, getting on his hands and knees and crawling toward her.

"'No' is my second least favorite word," she replied.

"What's your least favorite?" he furrowed his brow.

"Cotillion."

He laughed as he inched closer and, soon, his attempt to slowly take her failed as she grabbed fistfuls of his flannel and pulled him on top of her.

"You know, I usually prefer to undress my women myself."

"Okay, first of all, I'm not your woman. We're just two friends helping each other out. Secondly, there's a thunderstorm rolling in. Do you really think now is a good time for foreplay?"

"I guess not," he replied.

"Good. Now get naked."

He did as he was told, her eyes widening as he slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, kicking them off the end of the bed and letting them fall to the leaf-covered ground.

She licked her lips at the sight of him and sighed impatiently, then moved her hands up to unbutton his shirt. Sliding it off his shoulders, she craned her neck up to face him, puckering her lips in an invitation for him to claim them with his own. He complied, devouring her mouth as he slid into her, stretching her beyond any limits she'd reached before.

She bit her bottom lip at the pain, knowing it would only last a few seconds before pleasure took over.

"Oh god," she whimpered.

He smiled and continued, picking up his pace. Her body began to respond when the pain subsided and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer to her as she bucked her own forward.

"Lorelai," he breathed.

"Don't stop," she replied. "Go harder."

He obeyed and she closed her eyes at the sensation. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and drove into her at a new angle, forcing a splash of her juices to escape around him as he hit a deep, full, sensitive zone.

"Luke," she shook, digging her nails into the muscles of his lower back.

The top of his pelvic bone ground against her clit as he thrust into her, forcing her walls to tighten, and her nerves to throb in anticipation of her release. Her legs clamped around his body tighter with every motion, pulling him close and he felt himself get even harder. He'd become a rock inside of her. He felt his orgasm quickly approaching and knew he wouldn't last much longer, so he rubbed himself against her clit harder, the increased friction sending her over the edge of bliss, crying his name as he pulled out quickly before spilling out onto her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face between her breasts.

"What the hell was that?" she asked.

"What was what?"

"That...finish," she scoffed.

"I wasn't wearing anything," he muttered softly.

"Ah," she said.

"I didn't exactly plan for this."

"Neither did I. Well not with you. But I'm always prepared. From the minute Rory came out."

He gave her a questioning look.

"I'm on the pill, Luke," she sighed.

"Oh! Okay. Well I guess that wasn't necessary then."

"It's fine. You didn't know."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"I appreciate it you thinking about me, though."

He blushed and looked down before rolling off her and onto his back beside her. He breathed out and pulled the other blanket over them, laying his head against the back of the cab. She moved her head to lay on his chest.

"So, since you crapped out at the end, I guess this will have to be more than a one time thing," she said.

"I guess so," he laughed.

"Also, that was amazing."

"I agree."

"We can't let great sex like that go to waste."

"It would be a sin," he replied.

They laid there until the thunder drew closer and she turned to him.

"So, are you gonna clean this up or not?" she asked pointing to her stomach.

He smiled mischievously and moved his head down to lick her skin completely clean.