A/N: Begin the Begin by REM.

Take Care

Begin The Begin

The bright morning sunlight through the open curtains awoke Luke. Lorelai's back was pressed against his chest; her butt firmly nestled against his groin. One of his hands was sandwiched between them the other firmly cupping her breast. That had been a pretty nice way to wake up he thought as he gently disentangled himself from her.

He pulled on a pair of boxers and padded barefooted across the apartment to the small kitchenette. He quietly filled the empty coffee pot and shoved it into the machine, flicking it on, before returning to the bed.

In his absence Lorelai had turned, now facing the empty space he'd left. He carefully lowered himself back down to lie next to her. He stared at her, amazed that she hadn't woken, and just in general, amazed that she, Lorelai Gilmore was in his bed.

The aroma of coffee broke through her subconscious, coaxing her from sleep.

"Morning." Luke smiled. His voice still gruff from sleep, his hand stroking her cheek.

"Morning." She grinned back, blinking blearily, snuggling against his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

"The coffees on."

"Really?!" she smiled up at him.

"Yep." He kissed her forehead. "One cup of liquid death coming up." He said, before sliding from the bed.

As Luke moved to the kitchen Lorelai leaned over the side of the bed, reaching for her panties and quickly slipping them on.

"I'm just going to check on Ceaser. I'll be right back." Luke said handing the coffee to Lorelai.

"Ok." She replied, watching him quickly dress in his usual uniform of jeans and flannel, and his blue cap.

As the door closed behind Luke, Lorelai stood, wrapping the bed sheet around her and crossed to Luke's wardrobe.

"Whoa. Certainly loves his flannel," she exclaimed to herself as she gazed at the row of plaid flannel shirts hung up. She grabbed a blue one, pulling it on and chucking the now unneeded sheet onto the bed.

Lorelai crossed the room, rolling the longs sleeves up as she went, and sat on the sofa. She reached for her bag, pulling it onto her lap, and searched through it for her cell phone. Her fingers grasped around the compact object and she yanked it out.

Checking the display, one missed call was listed. She flicked it open to see it was from Rory. Speed dialling 1, she tucked her legs up, the large shirt covering them and listened to the dialling tone.

"Hello" Rory's voice chirped.

"I'm wearing flannel."

"What?"

"I am wearing flannel. Plaid flannel."

"What colour?"

"Blue."

"Ooo! Matches your eyes. Cute."

"That's what I thought."

"So why are you wearing flannel?" The Yale student asked.

"Well.. Luke took me to his sister Liz's wedding yesterday."

"Yeah.."

"And.. well.. we were dancing and we.."

"You what?"

"Me and Luke kissed" she forced out, quickly, cheeks flushing red.

"You kissed? That's great! Finally!" Rory smiled into the phone, practically squealing with enthusiasm for her mother.

"So, you're okay with it?" Lorelai asked, twirling part of her fringe round her finger.

"Of course! I've been telling you this for years!"

"Oh. Good then." Lorelai smiled, relieved.

"So.. flannel huh? And no dirty!"

Lorelai blushed. "Well I'm at the diner so it's either that or my crumpled dress from last night."

"Oh, I see."

Lorelai laughed at her daughter's obvious discomfort. "Relax, I'm not giving details."

"Good, cause I'm too pretty to be emotionally scarred."

"I know, you take after me."

"What pregnant at 16?"

"Oh, hah, funny. Thank your lucky stars I was pregnant then, otherwise you wouldn't have been born."

"True, I forgive you for your dirty history."

"That's kind of you daughter. Anyway, what did you phone for?"

"You phoned me."

"Yes, now I did, but last night you called me."

"Oh yeah!"

"And you're the smart one."

"It's too early to be smart, especially on a Friday. Anyway, it wasn't anything important, just a catch up call. You know.. checking that you're still alive."

"I am."

"Yeah, that's the rumour." Rory replied.

"Oh, sarcasm! I taught you well, grasshopper!"

"Whatever."

The sound of a door slamming had Lorelai jumping, looking towards the apartment door to see a fuming Luke.

"They.. they are all insane. Mental." He said.

"Oh a Luke rant. Hold the phone up so I can hear!"

"Who's mental?" Lorelai asked.

"The whole town. All of them. Insane. It's a town of lunatics." His voice carrying over the phone.

"Oh I miss Luke rants." Rory sighed. "I'll let you go, tell me about it later."

"I will, I'll memorize every line and perform it in the character of Luke."

"Flannel shirt?"

"I'll wear it, and a cap."

"Good. Bye!" Rory grinned into the phone hanging up.

"What happened?" Lorelai asked, standing to face Luke who'd crossed the room towards her.

"The diner, it's full. The whole town is down there, waiting for us! I walked and they just stared at.." he said, trailing off as he looked at Lorelai "at.. m.. me." He stammered.

"What?" Lorelai looked down at herself, noticing Luke's stare.

"You're um.. wearing my shirt." He said, still staring, voice strained.

"Oh yeah. Is that OK? I just thought this would be more comfortable than my dress."

"That's fine." He murmured.

"Plus.. it smells like you." She said smiling.

"Oh, you like my smell?" he asked raising his eyes to her.

Lorelai took in his flushed face and darkened eyes "Yeah, I do." She smiled walking closer to him. "You like me in flannel?"

"Uh yeah, it matches your eyes." He said, hand reaching to her cheek.

"That's good, cause I have a few ideas to make you forget the people downstairs. Want me to show you?" She asked wrapping her arms round his neck, standing on tiptoes to look him in the eye.

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed with a feral grin, lifting her up.

Lorelai wrapped her legs around him, laughing as he carried her over to the bed, chucking her on to it. She grinned up at him, loving the sound of the deep chuckle and the sparkle in his eyes as he moved towards her.