A.N. Honestly? I really hadn't expected you to like the chapter as much as you seem to. I'm really happy and that's probably why this PART DEUX is up already. This story had a life of it's own, and it seemed to wanna fancy itself as the Never Ending Story. When I first began to write it, I thought it'd be over after 5 chapters.. Ha. So... Well, enjoy. Read slowly because this concludes our 4-months ride together.

Maddy... "I like hanging with you" and I miss you.

Disclaimer: "You know..." "I know?" "You know. He knows!" "You know?" "I know."


Chapter 11

And the Emmy Goes to... (PART "DEUUUUUUX")

Luke was leaning against the wall, pretending to listen to Kirk reciting his lines.

"I'm sorry, Miss Patty," he heard her whisper. "I didn't notice the time."

He turned his head to her. This 15 minute break had been way too short. He had spent all of them hiding in the teachers' lounge upstairs; hiding from everyone, hiding from her. He had been sitting there trying to relax, trying not to think about the upcoming scene, thanking God she was going to wear this tank top. After all, she had apologized, so she had agreed that bare skin was not the best idea. He had hoped for Lorelai to find him up there and he had day-dreamed about her entering the room, not saying anything and just walking up to him, sitting on top of him, straddling his lap. He could still taste her warm, shaky and surprisingly demanding lips. He had it bad. Luke was not a day-dreamer.

He had kissed her. For real. Well, he had really kissed her for fake. Twice. The second wasn't planned, only delicious. And she had responded to the two kisses. Of course, she was not going to push him away in font of everyone, but she had even moaned. He had to stop re-living that moment or it would be impossible for him to walk.

She caught Luke's gaze and shivered. Wrapping her arms around herself, Lorelai tried to imagine her plan actually being followed... She would have smashed her head into the brick wall. What were you thinking! This is so not you. You'll look like an idiot, he'll think you're crazier than you really are. Why didn't you bring something in case you changed your mind! LORELAI, MAN! She hadn't been thinking, that's why. And now, she was thinking too much and too fast. Rory! She needed to talk to Rory, her savior. She turned around and spotted Miss Patty about to walk through the door to go back to her seat.

"Miss Patty!" She ran up to her. Luke examined the scene, wondering what this was all about. He couldn't hear anything. "Miss Patty, stop! I have to see Rory. Now!"

"Darling, the intermission's over. People are waiting..."

"They won't die if you give me 5 minutes; I, however, will."

"Lorelai, this is silly. You can see Rory when the play's over. This isn't good for your concentration. Stay focused..."

"I can't focus! If you don't go get Rory right now, I'll..." She wasn't good with threats. "...uhm... I simply will change the ending."

"What?" Patty was confused.

"Yeah! That's it. I'll make Sara turn into a lesbian."

"Well... it depends," Patty thought.

"Depends on what?"

"Whom would she hook up with?"

Lorelai's eyes widened.

"Go get Rory, please."

Patty sighed. "It better be worth it." She went to find Rory.

Lorelai breathed more easily. She glanced over her shoulder. Luke was still watching her. She quickly looked back at the door Miss Patty had disappeared behind. Rory peeked in.

"Mom?"

"Oh, thank God!" She grabbed her daughter's arm and dragged her in the hall. She made sure no one was around.

"Give me your bra!"

Rory gasped and wrapped her arms around herself, protectively.

"What? No!"

"Rory, give me your bra!" she insisted.

She stared at her mother, mouth open. Was she serious?

"Is this a game?"

"Stop talking, take it off now and hand it to me."

"What for? You're gonna burn it as a feminist protest?"

"I'm gonna wear it. Come on! I only have a minute left..."

In shock, Rory frowned.

"Is this the new edition of the now classic 'your boobs are bigger than mine?"

"This is the new edition of 'save your mother from humiliation'."

Lorelai motioned towards her. Rory took a major step back.

"Whoa! You're crazy! I'm not giving you my bra! Yours is probably not as awful as you think..."

"I'm not concerned about the quality of the material, I'm concerned about the lack of it!"

"Lack of quality?"

"Lack of material!" Lorelai exclaimed, louder.

"You're not wearing a bra!"

Lorelai closed her eyes and winced. Rory continued, gesticulating.

"But Luke... He's gonna... your shirt... and you... Whoa."

Rory gathered her thoughts. "But... why? How?"

"I forgot!" she lied.

"You forgot? How is this something you forget? You've been wearing one since you're 12!"

"Lecture's over."

Lorelai put her hand in front of Rory, palm up. Rory vigorously shook her head.

"Didn't you get the horrifying ramifications of the situation, here?"

"But I don't want Luke to see my bra!" Rory cried out.

"He won't know it's yours!"

"I'll know it! It was really weird for me to see my mother make out on a stage, I'll never recover if she does with my bra on!"

Lorelai brought her hand to her forehead.

"You think you'll feel better looking at your mom making out on a stage knowing that she's not wearing anything under her shirt?"

Rory's eyes went on her mother's shirt. She hastily closed her eyes.

"Man! Uh..." Rory was about to give in when she thought of something. "I could drive home really fast and go get one of yours!"

Lorelai jumped on Rory and hugged her really tight.

"The keys of the Jeep are in my purse... which I left in the Jeep."

"Clever..."

"Hurry up! I need it before the shirt scene or it will only be useful to hang myself with afterwards."

Rory ran outside.

She runs funny, Lorelai thought.

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Once she returned backstage, Patty immediately gave the cue to the technicians and the music started playing. Luke was standing next to her, watching the scene that was being played.

"You okay?" he quietly asked.

She crossed her arms over her chest. I'm sure he knows I'm not wearing anything.

"Yup." She had no idea what scene they were at. "I'm lost. What scenes are left?"

She was not looking at him. Maybe I was too... eager in that last scene.

"Uhm... that's Kirk's only talking scene. You know the one Patty had to add for him? The one where he's doing an interview to get into our firm? That's only Kirk and Andrew."

"Right, right..."

"And then there's the one where you see me with my girlfriend and we fight; then there's the one where we fight and I learn that you're moving to Canada; then there's the... uhm..."

"The shirt scene," she finished for him.

"Yeah."

Three scenes... 15 minutes... Rory will make it. She glanced at the door that led to the hallway... She sighed. Why had she wanted to mess with Luke like this? She was only ending up messing with herself. She wasn't strong enough to manipulate him without getting emotionally involved. Emotionally involved! Involved, yes. Emotionally? She should have worn that stupid and safe tank top. She should have... TANK TOP! Rory went home to get a bra, I should have told her to get my tank top! It's right there, on the bed where I left it when considering the plan. I have to call her! She glimpsed at the Kirk scene. She wouldn't have time to look for a payphone. A cell phone, I need a cell phone! She turned to Luke. Nah. He doesn't own any technologic stuff. For a Trekkie, that's pretty weird. She looked behind her. All the other cast members were there.

"Any of you have a cell phone?" she asked, whispering.

Some shook their heads, she heard one say "not on me" and the others didn't care to answer. She sighed again.

"What do you need a cell phone for?" Luke questioned.

"Do you have one?" she answered.

"You know I don't."

"That's all I wanted to know."

"You're taking a poll or something?"

"Or something," she said still not looking at him.

"Hey, what's up with you?"

A wave of guilt washed over her.

"I'm sorry. I really need to call Rory."

She hugged herself tighter.

"Now? She's in the audience, her cell phone should be off..."

She listened to his rant about cell phones and public places while letting her eyes stray on stage. He would have made a great striker in college, she thought. There! On the desk! In front of Kirk! She couldn't do that, could she? Patty would be furious... Whatever. She barged in the scene, interrupting Andrew who was about to speak.

Stunned, Andrew and Kirk looked at her walk to the desk. No one in the audience knew this wasn't part of the scene.

"Lo... Sara!" Andrew said, squirming on his seat.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the interview." She pointed to the cell phone and turned to Kirk. "Can I use it?"

"Uh..."

"Thank you," she said, taking it. Once she had it in hand, she tried to dial, ready to leave, when she realized her mistake. Her shoulders dropped along with her stomach. She put it back on the table, and took a step back, embarrassed. She caught a glimpse of Miss Patty in the front row who was covering her mouth with both her hands.

"It's fake," she explained. The crowd burst into laughter. She pointed to Kirk, looking at Andrew. "Give him a real one and a 5 monthly raise. He starts on Monday."

She turned around and swooped off.

"I'm hired!" Kirk exclaimed.

"Looks like it..." she heard Andrew mutter.

"That never happened before!" Kirk was really excited.

"Uhm..." Andrew cleared his throat. "Can we continue this interview now?"

"Why?" Kirk asked. "I already have the job."

Andrew glanced at Miss Patty and looked back at Kirk. "Uhm... Procedure."

"Oh, okay... I had just said I'm grateful for you to see me. I know you have a busy blah, blah. You're turn."

The crowd laughed, Andrew sighed, Patty breathed in and out, Babette was holding her hand, blowing wind in her face with the brochure of the play.

She got backstage, Luke was looking at her, waiting for an explanation. She just flashed a fake smile at him.

"Kirk deserved it," she said.

"A 5 monthly raise, too? Our firm will go down..."

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They were already playing the I'm moving to Canada scene. Lorelai had trouble remembering her lines, only thinking about the time. What would she do if Rory didn't get there on time? What was taking her so long? She said her last line and then left the stage. She had never felt more breast-conscious in her entire life. She would probably develop cancer if her daughter didn't arrive promptly. She had about three minutes, now. Kyle was currently breaking up with that girl... Then their scene would fade to black, a change of sets, and she would have to be on again, for the scene.

She reached the wings just as Rory quietly opened the door. Lorelai would have cried of relief.

"What took you so long?" she asked, urging Rory back to the hall.

"There's something really weird about picking your own mother's lingerie..."

Rory took the bra out of her jacket pocket and handed it to Lorelai.

The black lace one.

"Oh..." Lorelai let out.

"What now?"

"I can't wear this one..." she murmured, remembering the night when Luke had looked through her laundry basket for her script.

"How am I supposed to know which bra you want Luke to see!" she whined, exasperated. "Do you have a special drawer?" Realizing how gross that sounded, she closed her eyes. "Scratch that. Take this." She pushed the bra towards Lorelai.

This or nothing, Lorelai! He's probably not gonna look at it... He probably doesn't remember it. He is not going to think you put it on on purpose... is he?

"It's fine. Thank you, babe. Now go watch mommy make out," she kidded.

Rory ran back to the audience, shouting 'good luck'.

She didn't have time to go into the dressing room, she had to settle for the hallway. I'm half naked in Stars Hollow High. Debbie and the other 'desperate' moms would be proud! Luckily, no one passed by. She went back in the wings. The stage was dark, she had to take place on her spot.

She made sure her blouse was buttoned properly before taking a deep breath. The lights faded in and Luke knocked on the fake door. Lorelai opened it and got weak in the knees.

"What are you doing here?" she said, acting surprised. She was not surprised, of course. She knew what was going to happen... She just had no idea how she was going to react. It's still time to make Sara turn into a lesbian...

He answered with a serious tone and his voice made her stop breathing for a moment.

"We need to talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you, Kyle." He walked passed her. She closed the door and turned to him. I'm not ready, I'm not ready, she kept repeating to herself, pulling on the hem of her blouse.

Luke's voice got angrier. She jumped a little.

"So you're just going to leave without a word? After all we've been through?"

"What do you want from me!" she wailed, her voice cracking. I wish you'd want something... Whoa. What was that? She continued, "All of this was a mistake, you said it yourself. You want me to beg you? Is that it? Huh?"

He approached her faster than he had done in rehearsal. She panicked a little and back away so abruptly that her back hit the door. By some kind of miracle, it didn't fall.

"You can't leave," he pleaded. He brushed her face with the tip of his fingers.

"You should... go..." Lorelai fought hard not to lean against his hand... Luke let it slide along her neck. She trembled. They locked eyes when his hand reached the collar of her blouse. "I mean it. Get away from me."

"You're blocking the door..." Luke said.

That was not in the script, but she didn't notice. Neither did Miss Patty, panting heavily. Lorelai looked down and looked at his arms... The feeling of his hands on her collarbone was intoxicating. She took a short intake of breath. She felt his finger under her chin as he pushed it up. She looked at him in the eye. Her mouth went dry. He slowly glided his finger from her chin along her throat and felt her swallow with difficulty. He took the first button between his fingers. They were still lost in each other's eyes when the first button was undone. It was not easy for her to let hey eyes open. She slowly battered her eyelashes.

When Luke undid the second button, whispers arose, a sookie-ish squeal lingered from somewhere in the back rows, a nervous laugh was heard, Babette shouted, "Oh, my God!"

The building would have been on fire, they still wouldn't have snapped out of it.

Luke was fighting with the third button, his fingers refusing to stop trembling. She should stop me. She should stop me before I lose it and think this is true... He thought maybe he should stop staring into her eyes and concentrate at what he was doing, but just before he decided to look down, he succeeded. His hands were so shaky that his fingers accidentally touched the top of her cleavage.

His fingers on her skin gave her goose bumps. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, he was not looking at her face anymore.

Luke couldn't believe it. With the fourth button undone, he could clearly see her black lacy bra. Where was the tank top? He couldn't help himself but gaze at her breast, where he could guess her hard nipples. He gasped, undid the last button and looked back into her eyes with a questioning, dumbfounded look.

She understood him right away and whispered, "I forgot..." She bit her lips.

He looked at her skin again as he put his hands on her waist, parting her blouse carefully so he could be the only one to enjoy it. He slowly moved his hands upwards and his thumbs brushed the sides of her bra. Were the stage directions so precise?

A moan came from his stomach and got stuck into his throat. She was so tiny between his hands. It was physically hurting him not being able to bring her closer, to hold her onto him... He just didn't want her to feel the intensity of his desire. He moved a little sideways so no one in the audience would notice.

Lorelai desperately needed a grip. Her legs were giving up on her. Her whole body was screaming for him, her breasts were aching to be pressed against him. She clutched on his arms and pulled him closer. She slightly parted her legs and felt his hardness on her crotch. Surprised, it was her turn to gasp. He tightened her grip on her skin and it increased tenfold her lust. She timidly looked up at his face and they studied each other. Almost panting, Lorelai couldn't bare his look anymore. She just closed her eyes.

He couldn't fight it any longer. He leaned in and tentatively took her lips. She sighed into it and moved her arms around his neck, playing with his hair. He wanted to kiss her neck, he wanted to kiss her breast and her stomach. He grazed his tongue onto her bottom lip.

The warmth and the shyness of his tongue made her slide her hands to his hip to press him harder against her. He took her head between his hands and she opened her mouth to meet his tongue. The sweet taste of him infatuated her. Her hips shifted with a circular motion and she cupped his face. Her heart nearly stopped when a thunder of sensations exploded in her stomach and between her legs. She broke the kiss to gasp and panted. A look to one another alarmed them. They pulled away, almost scared.

It was then that they realized the play was over. The curtain was down, their fellow actors were joining them on the stage. As an automat, Lorelai rapidly re-buttoned her blouse and put herself in the line formed by everyone. The curtain went up, they took two steps ahead, grabbed each other's hands and bowed down. The people in the audience were screaming and whistling and clapping. Lorelai was staring in front of her, not seeing anything.

As soon as the curtain went down again, she hurriedly walked into the hall and pushed the door that led outside. She heard the door shut behind her. She let her back fall against the brick wall, her eyes closed. She tried to catch her breath. She had wanted Luke really badly. She had needed him. Her body was already missing him. She harshly wiped her lips, trying to erase the desire she had felt, trying to make the longing go away. She grinded her teeth and clutched her fists. Where was the real Lorelai? Where was Wonderwoman? How could she still be trembling like this?

Maybe this would pass eventually. She had spent an unusual amount of time with Luke these past few weeks, she got caught up in her character, she wasn't seeing straight. I'm making a big deal out of nothing... I'm just still in a post-stress shock, that's all. She loaded her lungs with the cold November air and went back inside to get her stuff.

She caught herself looking for Luke and was disappointed to hear he had gone home already. On the other hand, she was relieved. She had no idea what she would have told him if she had seen him so soon. She was ready to meet Rory in her Jeep when she heard Patty call her name.

"You're coming to the after-party, right?"

"I don't know..."

"You owe me this much after the near-death experience you gave me tonight..." she added.

"I'll see. I have to go home first, to change." And to find an excuse.

"Alright, doll. I'll see you there."

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On the ride home, she hadn't said a word. Rory didn't push her to talk, but when Lorelai threw herself on the couch, she felt the need to.

"Are you hungry?"

Lorelai made a face and shook her head.

"Coffee, then?"

"No, thanks."

Surprised, Rory got nearer.

"Why?"

Lorelai just put up her hand for Rory to see it shake.

"Oh... Are you going to the party?"

"I don't think so..."

"Why?"

Lorelai sat up.

"Rory, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not really in the mood to talk."

Rory sat next to her and Lorelai felt obligated to explain why she didn't want to go to the party.

"I just need some time..."

"Time for?"

She sighed. "Time away from Luke," she let out, touching the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

Taken aback, Rory tried to understand.

"You sick of him?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sick."

"He probably won't be at the party, you know?"

True.

"Rory!"

"I'm just saying that if you don't go, you'll need to explain yourself to everyone who's there..."

"Why doesn't Luke have to explain himself?" she mumbled.

"Luke would have to explain himself if he went..."

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She couldn't believe she was there. She was in no mood for chit-chats and small talks. She went straight to the punch bowl and filled her glass. She knew he was standing behind her before he even announced himself. She filled another glass and turned around to give one to him.

"You'll need it," she said, insisting after he had refused.

"Why would I need rat poison?"

"When everyone starts talking to you about our kisses, I swear you're going to wanna die quickly."

He took it. Avoiding eye contact, they both too a sip. A tiny uber-strong sip.

Every time things were awkward between them, they always thought 'this is the most awkward moment we've ever experienced'; they both understood how wrong they had been.

"So!" she started. "Explain yourself!"

"Huh?"

"Why are you here?"

"Kirk bribed me into it."

"What! How?" she laughed.

"He said he wouldn't come to the diner for two straight weeks if I came to the party for 2 hours."

Only 2 hours.

"He really wanted you to be here," she said.

So did I. She took a bigger sip and locked eyes with him above her glass. They felt they had to talk about it. There was not enough words in their vocabulary to do so.

"Here they are!"

Luke turned around and saw Doug walking towards them, saying, "Congratulations, that was something!"

They didn't look at each other even though they were burning to. Lorelai looked at Doug. She needed to talk to him. She needed some advice. She quickly glanced at Luke before asking, "Doug, can I talk to you for a sec?"

Luke's head jerked towards her. This is not happening.

"Sure," he answered.

She timidly looked at Luke and told him she'd be right back. Luke took two sips and refilled his glass.

When she judged the distance being safe, she stopped walking and turned to Doug.

"Okay, uhm... I should probably not go to you for this, but you're the only actor I know, and even though I kind of like the Internet, I can't bring myself to go on a website and ask a celebrity... Firstly because I don't know who I'd chose to talk to, there's way too many of them and most of those I'd like to talk to are dead and I don't have a strong belief in the Ouija board, and secondly because they would never answer me back, or someone pretending to be them would and the answer wouldn't be genuine, but most importantly because I don't wanna become one of those crazy Internet people... So here, I'm asking you: Has it ever happened to you to be in a play and there's this woman who's in the play too and you're supposed to play love interests... My question is, has it ever happened that you get so intensely into your character that you completely get into it and then suddenly you misread your character's feelings and you think their yours and..."

"Lorelai?" he interrupted with a smile.

"What?" she finally breathed.

"You're not that good of an actress..."

She blinked a few times. What's that supposed to mean?

"You didn't like the play?"

"No! No, no, no! That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying... to me, and to most of the audience who knows you both, there was no Sara and no Kyle on that stage tonight."

She took in what he said and swallowed it with some punch.

They walked back to Luke who had taken place at a table for four. Just by seeing his back and his blue baseball cap, she understood how deeply right Doug was. She, Lorelai Gilmore, had really strong, confusing, inerasable, not so new feelings for Luke. Luke Danes. Diner man. Annoying health inspector. Sarcastic mocker. Ranting hero. Sexy flannel guy. Reliable shoulder. Friend for life. An unusual and so quiet inner peace washed over her... until she sat down next to him and inadvertently brushed his leg with hers under the table.

"Sorry!" she blushed.

Doug talked for most of the time, which was a good thing. The two others could pretend to listen, nodding once in a while, and still let their thoughts run free in their minds. That was until he proposed a game. A game which consisted of throwing a penny into an empty glass. The person who succeeded had the right to ask a question to another and that other was obligated to answer after drinking a shooter of punch. Killer. Doug was already out of it. He had fallen asleep a while ago, way too wasted. It had been 45 minutes since the last time a penny got into the glass; he laughed every time she missed, so she missed a lot. When Luke got it in, Lorelai closed her eyes. Maybe if she pretended to sleep he wouldn't ask...

"It's in, right?" Luke wanted to make sure.

"Hum... No..."

"Yes, it is, look! It's in."

"Congratulations," she said. She motioned to take the penny back. "My turn..."

"Hey, I've got a question."

Crap. She winced and drank a shot of punch. She was going to pass out soon. "Shoot."

"What did you talk about with..."

"I so knew you'd ask that," she sighed. She tried to answer without answering. "I... asked him for an advice."

The pressure in Luke's chest flew away.

"So you didn't ask him out?"

Lorelai burst into laughter and didn't bother to answer. It took three more turns for Lorelai to finally get the penny in.

She looked at him a while, until his uneasiness showed. Now. She could have her answer. It was going to be settled once and for all.

She could hardly breathe. She wished she was a smoker. Smoking a cigarette would have been a great thing to do right now.

"Did you..." How could she formulate this? "Was it you or was it Luke?"

Luke frowned repeating the question in his head.

"I don't get it... Was it me or Luke... I'm Luke. Who's me?"

She realized she had misspoken... She panicked and changed her question.

"Will it be weird between us, now?"

"Nah..." he tried to convince himself.

"Is it gonna be weird forever?" She played with her empty glass.

"Things are gonna go back to normal soon."

"When?" she pressured.

He rolled his eyes.

"In a week. Next Thursday, 9:03 p.m.," he teased.

"Good..."

They smiled at each other, then broke eye contact to breathe more easily. A few seconds later, Lorelai stared at her hands.

"So... what.. now?" she stammered before biting her lips.

Luke was lost. What was he supposed to say?

Doug groaned and woke up.

"I better get him out of here," Luke said before getting up.

SO WHAT NOW! She wanted to scream.

"Okay..." she whispered.

"I'll see you later."

Luke ran away. Again.

Next Thursday, 9:03 p.m., huh? She mentally set her watch.

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It would be a week tonight. A whole week of nothing. He had said things would go back to normal, but that was not the normal she wanted. She missed him. She was seeing him everyday, she was talking to him everyday... She sorely missed him.

Miss Patty had a special 'Goodbye Reunion' for all the cast that night and when Lorelai got there, Luke was standing tall in the back. She tightened her grip on her purse, smiled and walked up to him.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

"I was part of the play, if you remember..."

I remember, I remember.

"It's just not your thing, that's all."

She looked away.

Miss Patty started to talk.

"We are all gathered here to remember the great times we had together. Getting over something like this is a really difficult mourning process that I'd like to start it with you. Now, the first thing I want you to do is this last little exercise. Pair up with your other half, grab each other's hands and do what I'll say."

"Grrrreat," Luke grimaced. "I thought she was just going to talk."

"Miss Patty's an action woman, didn't you learn anything?" She winked.

Patty's voice rose again.

"Luke, Lorelai, join hands and sit down..."

They sat down and they hesitated before touching hands. As soon as the contact occurred, their eyes locked. The hole in Lorelai's stomach grew bigger.

"Now, when I call out your name, you will say your favourite line of one of your scenes... and let it go."

"This is silly..." Luke mumbled.

She squeezed his hand to hush him.

"Kirk," Patty called.

"I love them all, Miss Patty. I have a lot of healing to do."

"Lorelai," she called next.

Lorelai just stared at Luke. She had to do something.

"Lorelai?" Patty asked again.

"Can I talk to you?" she quietly asked.

"That's not a line..." Luke pointed out.

"Can I talk to you?" she repeated.

"Oh. Okay..." They got up and walked to the doors. Patty let out a laugh.

"Now, I know what their favorite line was..."

Lorelai shut the doors and looked at her shoes the whole way to the empty dinner.

Luke waited. And waited.

"Didn't you wanna ta..."

"I miss you, Luke."

There, she had said it. It was out. She could die in peace now. Right now, preferably.

"Wha...?"

Man, he's dense.

"I miss you." She shrugged a shoulder.

"You... come in here every day, we have a normal banter and all."

"You're right in front of me now," she said, "and I still miss you." She put her hands on her stomach and sighed.

I don't understand! I don't understand! What is he trying to say? God, help me. I'm stupid.

He was just staring at her. She waited a few more seconds, in case he was really slow to process... Nothing. Her throat tightened horribly and before she made an even bigger fool out of herself, she turned around and walked to the door.

Whoa! Wait!

"Lorelai!" He grabbed her arm and stopped her. She refused to look at him so he went in front of her and raised her chin with his finger.

After searching for words for a moment, he gave up. He leaned in and brought her lips to his. Her heart started racing. She pulled away. Is this what I think it is or is he just... He kissed her again, tentatively, and she leaned against him, breathing in. She pulled away again. He had a smile on his face and up into his eyes.

They stayed mute, gazing deeply into each other, eyebrows frowned.

What does this mean?

I don't know.

Wow.

Are we...

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

What do you...

I don't know.

They were exactly on the same page, they just didn't know where in the book.

"Is this another Miss Patty exercise?" she asked.

He chuckled, she pressed her lips together, trying to stop beaming.

She hesitatingly laid her palms on his chest.

"Luke?"

He looked into her eyes. She had the sensation her heart had stopped pounding to start shaking, thousands of loose butterflies were making a wonderful mess inside her.

She asked, "Are you scared too?"

He brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"Totally freaked out."

She took a deep breath and tiptoed. She cupped his face between her hands and lingeringly teased his mouth with her lips. She brushed them over his bottom lip, aroused him with her warm, shaky breath and softly ran her tongue over it. She sensed him quiver. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, but she slightly pulled away, making him moan. She touched his parted lips again with her tongue first, and then fully tasted his mouth with hers.

A few seconds after they broke apart, Lorelai still had her eyes closed. She let her hands wander on his neck and lowered them, over his chest, to grab his waist. She opened her eyes and recognized the intensity of his gaze. It sent chills down her spine. She smirked.

"What?"

She bit her lip.

"Was it... yours or Kyle's?" She tilted her head.

"Whose what?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh Jeez..."

It was 9:09 p.m.. They were 6 minutes late, but they were definitely happy with their new definition of normal.

The End


A.N.2 Thank you all for your amazing support... I'm sorry it's over. :( Let's start the healing process...

If you have an idea or a suggestion to give me for a future fic, please send it to me. It would have to be approved by my wonderful friend and partner Maddy, but it could be the next WLB4! Ahhahaha I feel like I'm starting a contest or something. "The ninth caller gets the prize!"

P.S. It was totally his.