Hey gang! It's finally time for lucky chapter thirteen! I'm giddy with delight! Sorry for the delays, but those are far behind us now!

Now then, back to the story…

Luke and Lorelai certainly heard the townies, trampling into the Inn like a herd of elephants. Initially they were a trifle confused as to why Taylor's name was being thrown about so often. And then they realized that the Selectman had been 'stowed away' for safekeeping as it were.

"Taylor locked up? Now that's something I can live with," Luke mused.

"Yes, we'll surely have to erect a statue in Morey's honor." Erect might not have been the most appropriate choice of words, considering the man standing next to Lorelai was nothing short of it.

Luke grinned rather slyly. "They might be a while…you know, dealing with Taylor and such."

"That's definitely possible," Lorelai returned with a sly grin of her own.

Their breathing was becoming heavy, their conversation evaporated in the heat of the moment. A Tsunami of silence engulfed the room as the reality of the situation hit them like a surfboard. They were alone…in room seven, and they had finally come to terms with their undeniable attraction toward one another. Oh the possibilities. The tension in the room was as thick as a Porter House steak, but the only thing Lorelai hungered for was unbridled passion with a side of eroticism.

"So…" Lorelai permeated the silence.

"So…" Luke followed her lead.

"Whatcha wanna do?" Her tone was playful, but not entirely pure.

Luke replied sincerely, "You shouldn't ask me that."

She blushed, "Oh?"

Luke's hands captured Lorelai's body. They glided diplomatically up and down her voluptuous curves, resting firmly on her hips. "Lorelai," Luke began.

"Yes," she labored.

"I want you."

Lorelai refrained from giggling. "Well, you've got me," she offered childishly.

"Now, Lorelai. I want you now."

His forthrightness was utterly surprising, and a major turn-on. "Right now?"

"Yes."

"Here?"

"Yes." He was especially monosyllabic when aroused.

"In Room 7?

"Lucky Number 7," he affirmed naughtily.

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"So where is that Gilmore girl hiding anyway?" Jackson asked the group.

Patty mused, "Well if I had her legs, I'd be doing something very indecent."

"It's never stopped you before." Babette quipped.

Gypsy rolled her eyes in disgust. "We're obviously not accomplishing anything by standing here, listening to Patty's sexual fantasies. I say we split up."

"That's a great idea Gypsy," Jackson encouraged. Wait, Jackson was willingly supporting an idea proposed by Gypsy? There must have been something in Gypsy's artichoke. Yeah, he stole it.

The mechanic stifled a laugh. "You'reagreeing with me? Sookie, what did you put in those artichokes?" Hmm, maybe Gypsy knew more than she let on.

"Just a little bit of TLC!" Sookie giggled with delight.

Babette groaned. "Hurry people, let's get a move on. Before Sookie gets any more sentimental."

"I'll lead the grounds crew," Jackson volunteered. "I love that you're sentimental," he added, winking at his wife.

"I'll take the upstairs." Patty raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"Uh, yeah. I'm with Patty," Babette smiled a little too broadly.

"Count me in, ladies," Sookie chimed. If there was any action going on upstairs she certainly wanted to be privy to it. After all, she'd been rooting for the Gilmore-Danes union for longer than even she could remember. She had earned her ringside seat.

"Fine, the rest of us will tag along with Jackson. We'll meet back here in thirty," Morey commanded. He would've made a good businessman, but he was far too cool for that.

"See ya in thirty," Babette agreed. She loved it when Morey took control of things…especially behind closed doors.

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In other parts of the Inn, Luke and Lorelai were getting a little too audacious for their own good. All that pent up sexual tension, it was a wonder they held off as long as they did. Here, in room seven, things were finally happening.

Clothing had been discarded, and with it, any and all inhibitions. They practically danced their way onto the mattress, as if this was a routine they had practiced for years. They fell in unison onto the pillows and lay breathlessly beside each other.

Lorelai was overcome with desire, but somehow reason found its way into that pretty little head of hers. "Luke, do you think this is a good idea?

He spoke hoarsely, "Lorelai, I can't think right now."

She turned on her side to face him. "Why not?"

He took a second to compose himself before uttering, "Cause you're not wearing any clothes right now."

Lorelai laughed a throaty laugh, surprising herself. Luke couldn't help but chuckle at the unique sound. Lorelai laughed again, amused by Luke's reaction. And Luke let out a full-fledged laugh of his own in response. Thus began a giggling fit to rival any giggling fit. Lorelai couldn't remember the last time she'd had such fun. Being naked was icing on the cake.

Luke had always imagined that Lorelai would be a character in bed - quirky to the end. He was determined to test his speculation though. Right now. He'd waited long enough. They both had. Lorelai's giggles quickly subsided when Luke strongly took hold of her body and positioned it under his own. He stared down at her, eyes full of compassion and longing. Eyes that had a fire in them, a fire that only she had the power to extinguish.

"Lorelai, I need you," Luke growled.

She nodded, "Just call me Smokey the Bear."

They both grinned. Their understanding was beyond words.

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"Shh…I think I hear something. Is that laughing? Does that sound like laughter to you?" Babette questioned her fellow female detectives.

The three women were standing within feet of room seven.

Patty boldly pressed her ear to the door. "Yep, that sounds like laughter to me," she whispered.

"What should we do?" Babette wondered aloud.

"Well, let's think about this logically. We shouldn't react too hasty. It might not even be them behind this door. It could be random townspeople, or vagrants," Sookie tried to sound convincing.

"Or maybe it is Luke and Lorelai in there, and the damn door is jammed and they've been waiting patiently for someone to come and bust 'em outta there," Babette smartly offered.

Babette's theory seemed to have convinced Sookie. "Then I think it's our duty to investigate the situation further."

"Are you suggesting that we intrude, Sookie?" Patty feigned innocence.

"I think I just did." Sookie was in over her head now.

Patty smiled victoriously, "It's about time."

Just before the women trespassed into forbidden territory, they were interrupted by a voice. Was it the voice of God? Oh, heavens no.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" A woman's voice could be heard from below. It was a voice peppered with annoyance and lightly salted with arrogance. A voice that could only belong to one person, Emily Gilmore.

TBC…

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