The next two days went by without a hitch. Lorelai woke up, dressed professionally, went to work, and approached every situation with confidence. She was a little surprised at how persuasive she could be without using her femininity to get what she needed, and was also very happy to finally have all of the drama with Chris behind her. Her realizations about Luke had also given her a little bit more confidence that helped her to get through without feeling the need to flirt for anything. It was all going quite smoothly.

Smoothly, that is, until day seven.

Lorelai walked into Luke's around seven PM and took a seat at the counter. Luke came out of the kitchen and walked to where she was.

"Hey," she said with a bright smile. He nodded to her.

"What'll you have?" he asked, pulling out his notepad and pen.

"Just coffee," she said. He raised an eyebrow.

"Have you had dinner?" She shrugged.

"I had a bagel around four."

"And you're not hungry?" she shook her head, trying not to laugh at the look of concern on his face. "Are you feeling okay?" She chuckled.

"What? I can't just not be hungry?" He shook his head.

"I don't know, it's never happened before." She shrugged again.

"There's a first time for everything." He continued to look at her.

"You sure you're okay?" She sighed deeply.

"Coffee? Please?" she asked. He sighed and turned around, filling a large mug with coffee and setting it in front of her.

"You sure I can't get you anything?" She smiled at him.

"A shot of straight cooking sherry?" He rolled his eyes.

"So, how was your day?" he asked, choosing not to indulge her. She shrugged.

"Fine, I guess. Michel was a pain, but that's to be expected."

"Yea, well. Maybe the sale on Chanel products is over," he quipped. She laughed lightly.

"Naw, I'd be way more depressed if that were the case." Luke looked as though he was about to say something when something else popped into his mind.

"Oh, hey. You know, I just remembered I have something to give you," he said. She raised an eyebrow.

"A present?" she asked. She held out her hands. "Gimme!" Luke chuckled.

"It's in my apartment," he said. He began to walk toward the curtain. "You coming?" He asked. She raised an eyebrow.

"Upstairs?"

"Yeah."

"To your apartment?"

"Yeah," he repeated, not sure where she was going with this. Then it happened. The massive and painfully obvious 'Flirt'.

"Why, Lucas Danes. I do declare!" she said in a drawl.

Luke raised an eyebrow "What?"

"You're taking me up to your apartment without so much as a date? Well, normally I'd let my prudish instincts take over, but since it's you I can make an exception," she finished with a wink and a wide grin. Luke laughed lightly.

"You're flirting with me," was all he said. Lorelai's face suddenly turned to one of shock, and she covered her mouth with both hands.

"That wasn't a flirt! I swear!" she exclaimed.

"Yes it was."

"No, it wasn't. I mean, it was. But it's different. I'm not flirting to get something I want. I was flirting to be funny. It's not the same thing!" Luke was laughing now. He just motioned for her to follow him as he headed to the stairs. She jumped off the stool and ran after him, continuing to try to explain how her flirt was actually a non-flirt while still being a flirt.

When they finally reached Luke's apartment door, he stepped aside so she could go in ahead of him, and then closed the door behind him.

"I lost the bet," she realized with an unhappy expression. He shrugged and walked past her into his bedroom area.

"Yea, but it's not that big a deal," he said. She sighed deeply.

"I really wanted to make it the whole week," she said softly. He finally pulled something out from beside his bed and made his way over to her.

"Well, technically you only had about fifteen minutes to go," he said, walking over to her. "Don't worry about it. You did good." He handed her a small bouquet of flowers. A wide smile took the place of the frown that had graced her features a moment before.

"Luke," she said softly, taking hold of the lilies. "What's this for?" she asked. He shrugged.

"I felt kinda bad about the crappy week you were having, and I know I was the cause of most of it. So I just wanted to make it up to you." He walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a small plate and unwrapping what was on it. He walked over to her and gave her the brownie that was on it. "I figured if anything could make you feel better it's calories and flowers." She smiled widely.

"You didn't have to do this," she said, taking a bite from the brownie. He grinned.

"I wanted to." She walked over to the table and set down the gifts and walked back over to him.

"You're sweet, you know that?" he laughed lightly.

"I am not sweet."

"Yes, you are," she nudged him lightly. He grinned. "Thank you, Luke. This means a lot to me."

"Well, don't let it get out. Don't want people to think I'm going soft," he said. She grinned.

"Dirty," she said with a wide grin. He rolled his eyes, and was about to say something when he was cut off by her lips on his own.

Lorelai didn't know what compelled her to kiss him, but now that she did, she didn't regret it. She pulled back after only a few seconds.

"What was that for?" he asked, surprised. He licked his lips unconsciously, enjoying the taste her lip gloss had left there. She shrugged.

"I'm not sure," she answered truthfully. He nodded slowly and averted his gaze to the floor. "Wanna do it again?" she asked. His eyes shot up to hers.

"Are you serious?" She bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly. A grin spread across his features. "We can do it again. If you want," he responded. She laughed lightly.

"I want," she said softly. Slowly he leaned down, just barely grazing her lips with his own before pulling back. "You call that a kiss?" she asked breathily. He laughed lightly.

"I don't know what to call that."

"Well, let me show you a kiss so you can properly label whatever that was." Lorelai placed her hands on the sides of his head and pulled him down to her, locking them in a long, searing kiss. Slowly he began to respond, snaking his arms around her midsection and pulling her closer to him, while she pulled him closer with her arms around his neck.

When she felt his tongue playing at the entrance to her mouth she opened to allow him in. Slowly but passionately they explored each others mouths with their tongues, and bodies with their hands.

After several moments they pulled apart breathlessly.

"I've got to get back down to the diner," he said, coming back to reality. She sighed and nodded.

"What about this," she said, pointing between them. He sighed.

"What do you want it to be?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Us?" she asked. He smiled widely and nodded.

"I want that too," he said. He leaned in and kissed her again, softly this time. She smiled as he pulled back.

"So, does this mean you aren't going to deprive me of coffee for the next week?" He laughed.

"No. I'm definitely denying you coffee for the next week," he said. She looked at him incredulously.

"It was fifteen minutes!" she argued. He just shrugged. "You are an evil man!"

"And damn proud of it," he said with a grin. "But I'm sure I can find other methods of keeping you... energized." She raised an eyebrow.

"Luke, that was very dirty!" she said with a wide grin. He feigned innocence.

"I was talking about healthy food. It gives you that kick when you need it without slowly killing you from the inside out." She rolled her eyes and walked back over to the table grabbing the flowers and brownie.

"I'm gonna go home and put these in water," she said. He nodded.

"Can I call you later?" he asked, not sure exactly where they stood in terms of their relationship. She smiled widely and nodded.

"You'd better," she said. She kissed him slowly for a short time before pulling back.

"Night Luke," she said softly. She turned and headed to the door, and out, leaving a smiling Luke in his apartment, the events of the past several moments circling through his head like a tornado.

Finally after a few moments he pulled himself back to reality and headed downstairs to close the diner, the smile on his face never diminishing.

He never thought he'd be the one who could make her flirt, but he couldn't have been happier to have it go any other way, and despite her loss, neither could Lorelai.

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Okay, I know, I know. I wanted her to make it too! But if she did, where would all of the javajunkieness be? Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews, you've made this as much fun to write as I hope it was to read. Let me know your thoughts

-Christie :)