Author's Note: Had another random urge to write some post-finale Luke/Lorelai smut. These are stand-alone chapters, but like the first one, this takes place a few months after they reconciled in the finale. They're all in and happily smutty. For those who share my penchant for seeing them partake in dirtiness, enjoy.

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So Bad

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Lorelai lay on the bed with Luke on top of her. They were kissing heatedly and were both fully dressed, but Luke's hand had found its way under her dress. He squeezed and rubbed her thighs, and let his fingers graze against the front of her panties. Lorelai's body was starting to throb with arousal, and she was moaning softly through the kiss.

When they finally parted to catch their breaths, she frowned up at him. "I have to go."

"I know," he muttered as he moved his lips down to her neck. Lorelai smiled toward the ceiling as he began sucking on her soft skin.

She let him continue for a few seconds before she patted his back. "Hon, I'm gonna be late."

With a reluctant sigh, Luke pushed himself up off of her. "Right, sorry." He sat on the edge of the bed and glanced over at her. "You look good."

Lorelai smiled as she sat up. "Yeah, I gathered you were pretty fond of the dress." She glanced around Luke's apartment with a confused look. "Wait, why did I come up here again?"

"You left your cell here," Luke reminded her as he stood up and walked over to the kitchen table to retrieve her phone. He waved it toward her. "Remember?"

Lorelai nodded. "Right, right. And you came up here with me under the pretense of helping me look for it, but actually wanted to try to have your way with me. It's all coming back to me now, the events of the past five minutes."

Luke shrugged. "I've warned you about that dress."

She stood up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. She reappeared a moment later and she walked over to him. "How's the back? Is it wrinkly?" She turned to face away from him so he could look it over.

"The back looks fine to me," Luke murmured as his eyes glazed over her body in the black dress. He put his hands on her waist, and Lorelai swatted them away with a laugh.

"Luke," she playfully scolded him as she turned around. "I can't be late to my parents' fundraiser, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Thank you for getting me out of it," Luke said sincerely. "But sorry you have to go alone."

Lorelai poked him on the chest. "You owe me. Big time." She kissed him, and they headed downstairs.

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A few hours later, Luke was in the diner cleaning up for the night when the phone rang. He leaned the broom against the door and walked over to answer it with the usual gruff, "Luke's."

"Hi, it's me," Lorelai's voice greeted him.

Luke smiled and his voice immediately softened. "Oh, hey." He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the counter. "What's up?"

"I'm in the car driving home," Lorelai said. "Thought you could keep me company on the line."

"Sure. How was it?"

"Um, it was exactly how you'd imagine a benefit to raise money for the DAR's Preservation Efforts would be."

"Not very exciting," he presumed.

"No. And I had to pace myself with the alcohol because I had to drive home, so I switched to coffee, and now I'm completely wired," she said. "What are you doing? Are you closed?"

"Yeah, I was just sweeping up," he replied.

"So it's completely empty?"

Luke glanced around the quiet, darkened diner. "Uh, yeah."

"Caesar went home? You're all alone?" Lorelai asked with hopefulness in her voice.

"Yeah," Luke asked, narrowing his eyes with confusion at her questions. "What's going on?"

"I thought about you all night," Lorelai declared.

Luke smirked. "Oh yeah?"

"I think that was your plan," Lorelai said. "You got me all riled up before I left."

"Wasn't actually the plan, but nice side effect," he commented. "What'd you think about?"

"I thought about us on the bed, with your hand up my dress," Lorelai replied. "That strong, manly hand squeezing my thighs, touching me all over..." She moaned softly. "Did you know you sent me off to a fundraiser wet?"

Luke's eyes widened with surprise. "God, Lorelai."

"I was so wet, Luke," Lorelai continued. "And then all night long, I just kept thinking about you and what I wanted you to do to me."

Luke took a deep breath and shifted his feet as he felt his jeans tightening. "Tell me," he urged. "Tell me what you thought about."

"Hold on a second." Lorelai focused on the road as she approached her exit ramp on the highway. She took the ramp, merged onto a new road, and then returned to the conversation. "Okay, sorry, I'm back."

"Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me what you wanted."

Lorelai took a deep breath as she felt her arousal building. "I thought about how your hand was on my thigh, and how I wanted you to just rip my panties off and touch me. I wanted your fingers in me… nice and deep."

Luke groaned into the phone as he felt his cock twitch. "Jesus Christ." He nervously glanced out the window into the town square to see if anyone could see him, as if they'd know what was happening right now. He grabbed the long phone cord and walked toward the storage room, shutting himself inside.

He sat down on a chair and sighed deeply. "You know you're killing me right now, don't you?"

"You asked me to tell you!"

"I know, I know," Luke quickly replied. "I'm not complaining. I'm just… telling you what you're doing to me."

Lorelai smiled to herself. "What am I doing to you, Luke?" she prodded.

"Oh, you know what you're doing." Luke undid the top button of his jeans to get more comfortable.

"Are you getting hard?" Lorelai whispered. "Are you thinking about me and getting hard?"

It suddenly felt like he was in an oven. Luke was breathing heavily as he pulled off his flannel shirt and tossed it aside.

"Tell me," she commanded.

Luke closed his eyes and spoke softly into the phone. "I'm getting hard for you, Lorelai."

Lorelai smiled. "Mm, that's what I wanna hear."

"Talk some more," Luke urged. "Tell me what you wanted to happen."

Lorelai took a deep breath, trying to control her own arousal as she drove along in the night. She was fast approaching Stars Hollow, and was only a few minutes from the diner.

"You mean, what I wanted to happen after your fingers were inside of me?" she asked. "Well, I know what you'd wanna do."

"Say it." Luke's eyes were still closed and he was focusing on her voice.

"You'd pull your fingers out and taste them," she replied. "That's what you do every time. You love the taste of me."

"You taste so good," he muttered, envisioning the scene in his head.

"And then you'd push my dress up around my waist," Lorelai continued. "And you'd move your head between my legs, and I'd grab onto your hair as you started licking me. You'd start slow and gentle, but soon your tongue would be deep inside me, fucking me…"

Luke could barely speak, he just groaned his approval at her words. He leaned back in the chair and unzipped his jeans, and then pushed the denim down to his knees to give his hardness some much-needed breathing room.

"Then you'd move to my clit." Lorelai didn't even know how she was still able to talk…her entire body was throbbing. "You'd lick it and suck on it until you felt my body lose control. You'd hear me moaning your name over and over."

Luke was in a daze, he was so turned on he could barely see straight. Hearing her talk dirty always drove him wild. He sat there, waiting for her to continue, breathing heavily as he tried to restrain from touching himself.

She was back in Stars Hollow now and she pulled her Jeep into the secluded alley behind the diner. She parked the car and turned it off, but she didn't want to tell him she was there yet. She was enjoying this verbal foreplay… the thought of what it was doing to him was driving her crazy. She knew her dirty talk took him to another level, it brought out his inner sexual beast.

"Say something," Lorelai encouraged him.

"Are you wet?" he choked out. "Right now?"

"Dripping."

"God, Lorelai," Luke groaned into the phone. "You're coming here, right? To the diner?"

"Oh, did you want me to?" she teased.

"Lorelai," he growled.

"What are we gonna do when I get there?" she asked. "We gonna watch tv?"

"Stop."

"Play Scrabble?"

"Lorelai."

"Oh, let me guess. You're gonna take that nice, hard cock…" Lorelai paused a second when she heard Luke's breath hitch in his throat. "… and you're gonna pound me with every last bit of energy you have."

"Jesus. Christ." Luke buried his face in his hand as he took long deep breaths.

"Was I right? Is that what you're gonna do?" Lorelai asked. "Do I get a prize?"

Luke huffed short breaths into the phone. "I…need you…here."

Lorelai heard a desperate desire in his voice. "Wait, hold on." She climbed out of the car, shutting the door quietly. She walked to the back door of the diner and slipped inside, thankful he hadn't yet locked it for the night. She headed down the back hallway toward the dining area to look for him, but stopped when she saw the phone cord leading into the storage room.

She slowly pushed the door open, and saw Luke sitting with his jeans down around his knees, his erection clearly visible through his boxer shorts. He was holding the phone to his ear, breathing heavily into it.

Lorelai dropped her phone and keys on the table by the door. Luke jumped nervously at the sound, and then was relieved when he saw that it was her. He dropped the phone to the floor and walked over to her, pulling his jeans up slightly.

He immediately captured her lips with his. As expected, he was like a rabid animal, hungry for her, ready to devour her whole.

While he kissed her aggressively, his hands immediately gathered up the skirt of her dress and brought it up to her waist. Within seconds, he had a hand in her panties and two fingers in her wetness. She moaned loudly through the kiss and pulled back from him, panting heavily.

Luke stared into her eyes as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. "You wanted my fingers inside you like this, didn't you?"

Lorelai bit her bottom lip and nodded quickly as she breathed, "God, yes." She wrapped her arms around his neck for support as her legs turned to jelly.

Luke pressed his forehead against hers, bluntly muttering, "I really need to be inside of you."

"Okay," was the only response Lorelai could muster as she focused on his hand still stroking her.

"But I might not last long," he gruffly admitted, almost apologetically. He began stroking his fingers into her faster. "So you need to come first… just in case."

Lorelai tilted her head back with a loud moan. "Oh, God, Luke."

He moved his fingers to her clit and rubbed it quickly. He stared at her face, watching her grimace with pleasure. "You're already close, I can tell," he said huskily.

"Mmhmm." Lorelai was panting heavily as she tightened her arms around his neck. "Talk to me."

Luke knew exactly what she wanted to hear. He rubbed her clit furiously as he whispered, "Is this what you were thinking about all night while you were at that party?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"That was naughty," he whispered.

"I'm a bad girl," she muttered.

"So bad," he agreed. "You know what happens when you're bad…"

"Say it," she urged him desperately. "Tell me what you'll do."

"You know what I'm gonna do…" Luke kissed her deeply, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Lorelai."

That phrase always pushed her over the edge. "Oh, God, Luke." She threw her head back and moaned loudly as her orgasm washed over her. Her body writhed against his fingers and he continued lightly rubbing her clit until she had stilled. He slowly pulled his hand from her panties, and she rested against him while she tried to catch her breath.

When she lifted her head and met his gaze, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. The hunger in his eyes was powerful, the desire for her overwhelming as he waited for her to let him know that she was ready for more.

Lorelai's heart was racing as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. She kissed him passionately, and as she pulled back, she whispered, "Do it."

Luke wasted no time in turning her around and bending her over the table by the door. She braced herself on her elbows as he pushed her dress up as far as it would go to expose her lower half. He quickly pulled down her panties and let them fall to her ankles.

He ran his hands over her back and down to her ass, first squeezing her cheeks and then spreading them to get a better view of her. She was panting heavily with anticipation as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. He caught her gaze, and she gave him a sly smile as she panted, "I've been very, very bad."

Luke quickly pushed his boxers down, took his hardness in his hand and pressed the head to her wet folds. Lorelai gasped at the first contact and she hung her head down as she prepared for more.

Luke grabbed her waist as he slid himself deep into her wetness, his eyes rolling back in his head as her warmth surrounded him. She let out a loud moan of approval as he filled her, muttering, "So, so bad."

He began thrusting into her quickly, forgoing any sort of gradual buildup of intensity because he knew he didn't have time for that. Every one of his nerve endings was on fire. She drove him crazier than any other woman ever had.

As he slammed into her, the sounds of skin on skin filled the room, interspersed with their moans and grunts. He reached both hands around to her front and squeezed her breasts through her dress and she moaned with pleasure. He smoothed his hands through her hair, down over her back and to her ass before he tightly gripped her waist again.

It felt like electricity was rushing through her veins, and she was already close to coming again. She began to rub her clit, her teeth clenched as she urged, "Oh, God…fuck me, Luke..."

When he saw her hand go to work, he slowed his pace to try to hold off his own completion. "You're close again…"

"Talk," she begged as she continued rubbing herself.

He obliged, leaning over her body closer to her ear to whisper, "You like being bad, don't you?"

"Mmhmm."

"Because you like the consequences."

"Yes!"

"You love being fucked like this," Luke stated. "You think about this all the time, don't you?"

"God, yes!" Lorelai groaned loudly as she frantically rubbed her clit. "All the time."

"So bad." Luke plunged into her harder and she soon hit her second release, which instantly launched him into his own. With a loud grunt, he gave a final deep thrust and emptied himself into her.

He collapsed on top of her on the table and they were motionless for a minute as they struggled to catch their breaths.

When he finally pushed off of her, he pulled up his pants, and then immediately helped her up from the table. Lorelai wrapped her arms around him tightly and he kissed the top of her head.

He smoothed her dress down and rubbed her back comfortingly. "You're good, right?"

"Mmhmm," she murmured as she pressed a soft kiss to his neck. "Just letting my energy regenerate."

"Okay." He held her tightly for a minute until she regained her strength and slowly pulled back from him.

She smiled slyly and shook her head. "Wow. You get so intense. It's so hot."

Luke smirked and shrugged nonchalantly. "You bring it out in me."

"Oh, yeah, I know," Lorelai confirmed. "It's like a magic power. I'm like a superhero."

Luke picked up her phone and keys from the table and handed them to her. "Don't forget these."

"Thanks." She paused as she heard a noise in the room, and she glanced around at the floor. She noticed the phone and the cord stuck under the door, its dial tone blaring. "May wanna Lysol the floor germs off your phone before you use it again."

"Yeah, same thing about your underwear," he countered as he walked over to pick up the phone. Lorelai frowned and glanced down at the floor. She quickly scooped up the underwear and then followed him out of the room.

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