Nightcap

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After one of their typical Stars Hollow dinner and movie date nights, Luke and Lorelai were chatting about movies on the drive back to her house.

As they parked in her driveway, Lorelai mentioned the movie Clue and Luke looked at her confusedly. "Like the board game? They made a movie about the board game?"

Lorelai gasped and her eyes widened. "Wait, you haven't seen Clue?"

"Nope," Luke replied. They got out of his truck and started walking toward the porch.

"I can't believe you've never seen it, or even heard of it," Lorelai said. "I find that utterly flabbergasting."

"Yup, it's a travesty," Luke agreed, going along with her shock as if he shared it himself.

"So, all those times that I'd say something about flames on the side of my face, you had no idea what I was talking about?"

"Nope," he confirmed.

"But you always went along with it as if you did get it and never questioned what it meant," she remarked.

Luke shrugged. "You say weird things all the time. How am I supposed to know what's from a movie and what's from your own head?"

Lorelai frowned. "Okay, the term you're looking for is quirky, not weird. That makes it less insulting."

"Sorry."

"Thank you." Lorelai shook her head disappointedly as she placed a hand on her chest. "This is my fault. I should have realized sooner that this movie has been missing from your life and then immediately rectified that."

"Well, we all make mistakes," he offered.

They walked up the porch steps and to the door. Lorelai stuck her key into the door lock, and then turned around to face him. "Well, I guess I owe you an apology for my part in letting this go on for so long."

"I guess so."

She took his hands into hers and pulled him close enough for her lips to brush against his. "I'm so... so... sorry," she whispered, and then she pressed her lips against his.

Luke kissed her back passionately, and when he reluctantly separated from her, he said, "I forgive you."

"Thank you." They shared a smile before leaning in for another kiss, and then Lorelai casually asked, "So, you coming in for a nightcap on this fine Tuesday evening?" She gave him a wink as she added, "And I should clarify that by nightcap, I mean sex, in case that wasn't clear."

Luke smirked. "Thanks for clarifying."

"I mean, you can have a drink, too, if you want," Lorelai added. "But I thought it was only fair to state my intentions."

Luke was about to flirtily respond with his own intentions when his face suddenly fell and his eyes narrowed. "Wait... today's Tuesday?"

"Yes, it is."

"So, then... tomorrow's Wednesday?"

"Yes, it is," she confirmed, and then cocked her head to the side. "Why, what's going on? Why are you suddenly forgetting the days of the week schedule?"

Luke exhaled a sigh. "I have the poultry delivery guy coming tomorrow morning."

Lorelai gasped. "What? He usually comes on Thursdays!"

"I know, but he had to reschedule this week and it totally slipped my mind until right now," Luke replied apologetically.

"So, you don't wanna come in for a nightcap?" Lorelai asked, wrinkling her nose. "You need to abandon me for the chicken dude?"

"I'm not gonna abandon you for the chicken dude," he assured her. "I'll skip the early bedtime and come in for a nightcap. I just won't stay the night."

"Well, why don't we just go sleep at your place, then," Lorelai suggested. "I'll let Paul Anka out and grab some clothes, and then we can go properly finish our date there so you won't have to drive home after."

"Yeah? You sure?"

"I'm sure." Lorelai paused for a moment, glanced at the front door, and then looked back at him. She raised an eyebrow as she added, "Or, since you're okay with forgoing the early bedtime anyway... we could finish the date now in some sort of abbreviated fashion, and then head to your place to finish the date again."

Luke met her eyebrow raise with one of his own, and he placed his hands on her waist. "Wow, someone's riled up tonight, huh?"

"Mmhmm. Must've been the movie."

"Yeah. I've heard The Silence of the Lambs has that effect on people," Luke replied dryly.

Lorelai smiled at his snark. "Okay, maybe it was the hot guy sitting next to me at the movie," she corrected herself.

Luke nodded. "That makes more sense."

Lorelai leaned in to kiss him. "So, is that plan too ambitious? Is that gonna keep you up too late and then you're gonna be miserable tomorrow?"

Luke smirked. "I don't think a guy who had a double header the night before has any reason to be miserable."

Lorelai giggled. "Good point." She pushed herself up on her tiptoes to be at eye level with him. "So, we'll have a quick nightcap now, and then a more lengthy nightcap at your place?"

Luke nodded, and Lorelai moved his hands down from her waist to her ass. Luke smirked and instinctively squeezed both of her cheeks. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting things started," she replied, and she started unbuttoning his flannel shirt.

Luke's eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, stepping back from her. "We're outside."

"Yeah, and it's a beautiful night, let's enjoy it for a few more minutes," Lorelai replied as she closed the distance between them. "Plus, we've done more salacious things outside than me unbuttoning your shirt. We had sex against a tree, for God's sake." She resumed working on the buttons. "Now, stand still."

"We're not doing anything crazy out here on the porch," Luke warned her, and he glanced across the yard. "I'm sure Babette's got some sort of radar that would draw her outside to watch."

Lorelai smiled. "Yeah, she and Patty both have depravity radar." She undid the last button and started pushing his shirt off of him. He let her remove it without protest, watching as she folded it in half and draped it over the porch railing. She took off his hat and rested it on top of his shirt.

Lorelai stood before him and ran her hands over his biceps peeking out from under his t-shirt. "I love these arms," she said.

He watched her caress his firm muscles and trace her fingers delicately over his tattoos. He hoped he'd never see the day when she didn't find his arms so fascinating.

He placed his hands back on her ass and squeezed her cheeks, and Lorelai smiled at him in response. "There you go, getting into the spirit. I'm so proud."

"Yeah, but can we go inside now?" he asked, nodding toward the door behind her. "I'll have more spirit in there."

"In a minute," she assured him. "First, what color do you think my underwear is?"

That was not a question he was expecting, but then again, he rarely knew what to expect out of Lorelai's mouth. Luke thought for a moment and guessed, "Blue?"

Lorelai shook her head. "No."

"Black?"

"Nope."

Luke sighed a little, wondering how many colors he'd have to go through. "White?"

"No. Here's a hint... it matches one of the colors on my skirt."

He glanced down at her skirt, which was white with flowers on it, and guessed the most prominent color. "Pink?"

Lorelai smiled. "Yes." She leaned in close and placed her palms against his chest. "But I'm having an emergency situation with them."

Luke looked confused. "Uh... why?"

"Because I'm thinking about you doing naughty things to me, and I have to tell you," Lorelai started, and then she leaned in close to his ear to whisper, "They're starting to get a little damp."

Luke smirked. "Well, I guess we'll have to do something about that."

"Are you going to help take care of this emergency situation for me, kind sir?" she asked in a playfully innocent voice, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Oh, I'll definitely take care of it for you." Luke ran his finger along the back waistband of her skirt. "For starters, we should get you out of any damp clothes immediately."

"And I imagine you'd want to inspect the source of the moisture," Lorelai said. "You know, to make sure everything's okay."

"Of course," Luke agreed.

Lorelai kissed him softly. "You may need to utilize a tool of some sort," she whispered against his lips before gently kissing him again. "A big, hard one."

"I've got one in mind I think I can use," Luke murmured back, and he moved his lips down to kiss her neck.

Lorelai moved her hair out of his way, pulling it over to her opposite shoulder. "There's one problem, though."

"Hm?" he murmured against her neck

"I feel like maybe your special tool is only going to increase the moisture."

Luke smiled and pulled back to look at her. "Yeah, that could happen," he agreed, and then shrugged as he added, "But you know, sometimes things need to get worse before they get better."

"Right. Or you could say that sometimes things need to get harder before they get better." Lorelai patted her hand against the front of his jeans. "Right?"

Luke jumped a little and quickly glanced around, wondering why the hell they were still outside. "Let's go in," he said, backing her toward the door. He reached for the knob and opened the door behind her, but Lorelai didn't go into the house.

"Because you're desperate to do dirty things to me?" Lorelai asked.

"Yes."

"So desperate that you want to start doing dirty things to me the moment we walk through that door?"

"Yes," he replied a little louder as his confused frustration grew.

Lorelai grinned. "Good." She reached for his hand and tried to pull him toward her, but he didn't budge.

"What's going on?" he asked her, curious about her reasons for staying outside. "You have something planned in there?"

Lorelai wrinkled her nose. "Kind of."

"Spill it."

Lorelai stepped closer to him before explaining. "Well, you know in movies when they show two people on a date at a restaurant or walking down the street or something, and they share this sensual look or smile, and then the very next scene shows them bursting through the door to one of their apartments, and they're making out and tearing each other's clothes off? That's sort of what I was picturing."

Luke took a minute to process that. "And that's why you were trying to rile me up outside?" he asked, and she nodded. "Why didn't you just say that?"

Lorelai shrugged. "I thought it might be more fun to casually lure you into it."

"Casually lure me into making out with you as we enter the house?"

"Pretty much, yes," she replied with a nod.

Luke shook his head amusedly at her plan, but then he stepped toward her with a look in his eyes that made her body quiver. Hunger, desire, lust... all wrapped into one. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply while backing her into the house, and then shut the door behind them. His hands reached for the hem of her shirt, and when their lips separated, he pulled it up over her head. He dropped it to the floor as he said, "Consider me lured."

Lorelai smiled as she grabbed his face and pulled him into another kiss, and he returned it with a fiery passion. Their bodies began shifting slowly away from the door as they kissed, and they bumped into the foyer table. A pile of mail was knocked to the floor, which neither of them noticed, and Lorelai's back slammed up against the wall next to the table.

Luke broke the kiss and concernedly asked, "Are you okay?"

Lorelai quickly nodded. "Mmhmm," she murmured before pressing her lips back against his.

He wrapped his arms around her body, and Lorelai's hands slid up the back of his shirt to caress his back. When their lips were connected, when they were touching each other, the electricity that ran through their bodies was stronger than either had ever experienced with anyone else. Their physical, emotional, and intimate connections were intense and passionate and addictive.

Luke moved his lips down to suck on her neck, muttering, "So, do they usually make it to the bedroom in these movies?"

Lorelai smiled at the question. "Sometimes. But I don't think we are."

He lifted his head to meet her gaze, and he shook his head. "Nope."

Luke undid the back clasp of her bra, and then pulled it down her arms and let it fall to the floor. As he covered one of her breasts with his mouth, Lorelai moaned softly and leaned back against the wall. His tongue and teeth teased her nipple for a few moments before moving to the other breast.

While his mouth alternated between her breasts, he slipped his hand beneath her skirt and between her thighs. He started gently rubbing the tips of his fingers against the thin fabric of her underwear, making her whimper with pleasure.

"Oh, God, Luke," she moaned. She exhaled a sigh as she threaded her fingers through his hair, squeezing it as a way to channel the energy that was building up inside her. He kept stroking her, teasing her, his mouth up top and his fingers below... he knew exactly how to rev her up and get her arousal going.

He continued until the throbbing between her legs became so strong she could practically hear it in her ears, and she started tugging at his shirt. "Take this off."

He reluctantly removed his lips from her body and pulled his shirt up over his head. Lorelai frantically undid his belt and his jeans, muttering under her breath, "God, I'm so turned on right now."

After she pushed his pants and boxers down, Luke pulled up the hem of her skirt until it was bunched at her waist, and slipped his hand into her underwear.

"Oh, God," Lorelai muttered before her long groan of approval. "Jesus."

Luke's fingers brushed against her folds, and he dipped one between them. "Well, I think I found the source of the moisture." He leaned in to kiss her. "You're so wet," he muttered against her lips, his voice low and raspy and sexy.

"Mmhmm," Lorelai hummed between kisses as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Your fault."

As his fingers began to explore her, she was trembling and wondering how much longer her quivering legs would keep her upright. When his fingers would brush against her clit, she'd rock her pelvis against his hand, searching for more friction. Sometimes he would pull his hand away teasingly, and sometimes he'd give her some more pressure, to which she would moan into his ear and urge, "Harder."

His fingers were magical, and while reveling in their handiwork, she realized she should return the favor with her own hands. She reached down and caressed his balls before she wrapped her fingers around his hardness.

Luke groaned at her touch, and tried to force himself to think about the laundry he needed to do instead of focusing on her hand stroking his cock. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't an easy thing to distract from. Their gazes were locked as they used their hands on each other, both just as turned on giving pleasure as they were receiving it.

When she noticed that longing need in his eyes turn to desperation to be inside her, Lorelai seductively licked her lips. "You look like you're ready to do someone up against the wall." She leaned in closer to him and whispered, "So, do it, Luke."

Without hesitation, Luke quickly pulled down her skirt and underwear, and adjusted their bodies so he was better aligned to her opening. They both groaned as he pushed into her, and after taking a moment for them both to get acclimated, he began thrusting into her.

"Oh, God," her loud moan echoed through the silent house. She had one hand on his shoulder, and the other hand braced against the foyer table beside her for support.

He didn't ease into the fast, hard pace like he usually did - he went for it from the start. They were both grunting and groaning and panting, and Luke leaned in for a kiss. "God, you feel good," he muttered against her lips before kissing her again.

"Mmm," Lorelai hummed in response. She kissed him eagerly until he hit a sweet spot that made her pull away with a breathless, "Oh, my God!" Pleasure was coursing through her body, increasing with every deep, powerful thrust.

"You like that?" he asked her, not breaking the pace of his constant motions. "That feel good?"

Lorelai fervently nodded her head, too distracted to formulate a verbal response at the moment. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder.

Luke leaned in close to her ear. "I'm gonna do much more to you later."

Lorelai opened her eyes and smiled at him, prompting, "Like what? Give me a teaser of what I'm in for."

"Oh, you're in for a lot," his husky voice replied with a confident nod. "Like my head between your thighs while you're squirming and begging me not to stop." He kissed her before he added, "And you know I'm not gonna stop until you come."

Lorelai let out a long hum of approval as her body throbbed with excitement. "God, you turn me on so much," she murmured before leaning in to kiss him.

When their lips separated, Luke suddenly pulled out of her and gestured to the foyer table. "Bend over," he said.

Lorelai obligingly leaned over the table, resting on her forearms, and he stood behind her. He gripped her waist and quickly re-entered her, and resumed his hard thrusts.

"Oh, Jesus, Luke!" Lorelai moaned as he slammed into her. From this angle, he was going even deeper and escalating them both to a whole new level of pleasurable sensations.

A mirror was hanging over the foyer table, and she found herself fixated by his reflection. It wasn't a sight she typically got to see, him taking her from behind, and she observed him intently. She watched his chest heaving with his breaths, his biceps flexing as he squeezed her waist, his eyes full of lust and affection for her. The way he looked at her made her feel sexy and wanted, but also loved and adored.

She watched his eyes. He would stare at their point of connection for a moment, watching his cock slide in and out of her, and then his gaze would follow his hand as it roamed her body. It tangled in her hair, glided over the muscles of her back, squeezed her ass. When his hand made its way back to grip her waist again, his eyes would return back to their point of connection to watch his continuous thrusts.

His eyes eventually caught her gaze in the mirror. He nodded toward her in acknowledgment and they shared a smile, and he started watching her reflection. It was turning him on even more to see her facial expressions, to see her react with pleasure to everything he did.

"You are so sexy," he told her. He slid both hands up her back and grabbed her shoulders, giving him more leverage as he started thrusting harder.

"Oh, God, yes," Lorelai moaned loudly, pressing one hand against the mirror to better brace herself. She locked gazes with his reflection as she breathlessly panted, "Please don't stop."

Luke's face was flushed red as he gave her everything he had. "Come for me," he urged her, and his tone alone made her body start throbbing even more. "Come for me, Lorelai."

"Oh, God, Luke," she groaned. Her eyes fell closed and she rested her head against her arm, muttering, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..."

Their climaxes washed over them, one immediately following the other. As Lorelai stood up from the table, Luke pulled her into a hug and she rested her head against his chest. Luke kissed the top of her head and caressed her back, smiling contently to himself as he held her in his arms.

They stood hugging in the foyer as they caught their breaths, and then she finally lifted her head to look at him. With a tired smile, she said, "Well, I'm pretty damn glad you came in for a nightcap."

Luke smiled. "Me, too."

Lorelai ran her hands through her disheveled hair and took a deep breath. "Um, okay, let's see," she muttered to herself. "We have to go, but I'm all discombobulated now... what was I gonna do? I forget."

Luke calmly rubbed her arm. "Take a breath."

Lorelai took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "Okay, good, deep breath. Let's see... I need to get some clothes. I need to make sure Paul Anka has food and water. Oh, and can you take him for a quick walk?"

"Yeah," he replied, and then he narrowed his eyes and looked into the living room. "Where is he? I'm surprised he didn't come investigate the noise."

"Oh, he did, he was behind you for a few seconds," Lorelai confirmed with a nod. "And then he realized we needed some privacy, so he left."

Luke smiled. "How nice of him."

"You didn't notice, you were a little preoccupied with my chest," Lorelai said, playfully cupping her breasts.

"Yeah, that happens a lot," he said, and then he pointed toward the upstairs. "You go up and get your stuff, do whatever you have to do. I'll take him outside."

"Okay." Lorelai patted his chest gently with both hands. "Don't overexert yourself too much... I need you energized for round 2."

Luke smirked and leaned in to kiss her. "Back at ya."

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Author's Note: This story is marked as complete, but I'm still planning to add chapters to it as the urge hits. Thanks for reading!