Disclaimer: if they were mine then Luke would never get out of bed.

Time log – 2 hours cleaning garage

The Gutters Need Cleaning

Lorelai had waited patiently for the afternoon lull. That was the time between lunch and dinner, where not much happened in the diner. She figured that around 3pm or so, everyone would be back to work or home, and it would be quiet at Luke's. She reached across her desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the all to familiar number.

"Luke's." Luke answered.

"Hello, stranger." She replied.

A smile spread across Luke's face. He had been waiting to hear from her after cleaning out the garage with her a few days ago. If he was honest with himself he would admit that he had been waiting and hoping she would call, He had only seen her for a few quick minutes, as she ordered her coffee to go in the morning, or at dinner with Rory. He wanted more alone time with her.

"Hello, Lorelai what can I do for you today?"

"Well kind Sir, according to my calculations you still owe me thirteen hours of slave labor, and my gutters need cleaning." Lorelai smirked at how easily that could be a dirty.

"That so deserves a DIRTY, I can't believe you let that pass." Luke smirked on the other end of the phone. "You're slipping."

"Mr. Danes. What could you be insinuating?" she joked and flirted with him, their banter as easy as always.

"Lorelai, couldn't you get the kid who cleaned your gutters for you a few years ago, when he bought your basket, to do it for you again?"

"Are you taking back your birthday gift Mr. Danes? In grade school we had names for people who took back their gifts. I would have thought you had better manners." She smiled knowing full well he would clean them out for her.

"When do you want me there, Lorelai?" Luke asked in mock exasperation. He knew he was going to do it from the start. There were very few times that he could remember that he had denied her anything she wanted.

"Come on over whenever you want. I will leave the ladder in the back, and anything else you may need on the back porch. If you need anything in the house, the spare key is in the turtle."

"Ok, I'll probably start it tomorrow during the afternoon lull."

With that they went back to their normal everyday banter.

The next day had been exhausting. Lorelai had been awoken at 5 am with a water leak at the Inn. She had thrown on clothes and run out to see what she could do. At about 2 pm she came home to take a well-deserved shower, and to put on something more work worthy, before she returned for a function in the early evening. She was exhausted when she walked into her room, and started peeling of her clothes. She walked into the bathroom and decided against a shower and started filling the tub. Then she went into the bedroom again and turned on her stereo and The Bangels full blast. Finally she eased herself into the bathtub and relaxed for the first time all day.

It was about the time that Lorelai was turning on the radio and getting in the bathtub that Luke arrived at the Gilmore residence. He pulled into the drive and went around the back and go the ladder, and supplies he needed to start working. God only knew how long it had been since she had the gutters professionally cleaned. He took the ladder and put it up against the porch roof. He grabbed the gloves and the large trash bags and made his way up to the porch roof to get to work. After about a half hour he got up and went to get another bag from up against the house where he had thrown them. It was then that something caught his eye moving inside the house. At first he had been nervous, as he hadn't seen either Lorelai's or Rory's car in the driveway, so he cautiously peered in the window. He was taken back when he saw Lorelai come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her. As she got to the bed she dropped the towel.

Luke's breathe caught in his chest. He could not breathe. His eyes were glued to Lorelai. He slowly moved flush against the house to avoid being seen. She had walked to the bureau and had opened a bottle of body lotion. She sat on her bed and started applying it to her long legs. Luke felt like a peeping Tom. He was a peeping Tom, but he could not tear himself away from the window. His breathing was fast and erratic; the obvious tightness in his groin area was growing uncomfortable. Yet, he could not move. Lorelai was now sitting with one leg bent on the bed and the other on the floor. She was working in the lotion on the bent leg. He had a very intimate view of Lorelai. It surprised him that she was fully waxed. Her breasts were perky and he could actually see that her nipples were hard. She was every man's fantasy. That is where Luke made a mistake, he moved and his shadow crossed over the window. Lorelai knew exactly what had happened. Instead of covering up, she continued her application of her lotion. First finishing her legs, then she worked on her upper body and her arms. Knowing he was watching was turning her on, and she loved the feeling. She made sure that Luke got a good eyeful of her. Then she took her silk bathrobe and put it on. She walked over to the window and opened it up. Luke had watched her put on the robe and quickly moved to the other side of the roof.

"Hey Luke!" Lorelai called out to him when she opened the window. "How's it going?"

Luke kept his back to her, and told her it was going well, that he would be done by tomorrow at the latest.

"Come on in for a second. I'll get you something to drink."

"That is ok, Lorelai I am fine." Luke still had his back turned towards her. A deep crimson blush had spread over his face, that he did not want her to see, the image of Lorelai naked on the bed so vividly still in his thoughts.

"Come on Luke, I am not a slave driver. No whip here." She says and giggles at herself. "Please Luke?"

Luke threw his hands up and started walking towards the ladder. He comes down and she meets him at the door. Luke is having a very hard time, his eyes are anywhere but her. She is still only wearing a very short silky robe, which he knows there is nothing under, and as his mind wanders again to her lack of clothes, he again starts to feel his growing arousal.

Luke follows Lorelai into the house and back into the kitchen. Lorelai is reaching up to get glasses when her robe inches up and Luke can see the bottom part of her cheeks, and as she stretches he looses his self control and walks up behind her and takes down the glasses from the high shelf. He is directly behind her as she turns around and feels him against her. Her robe has come slightly undone and she is showing more cleavage. He looks down at her and his eyes travel to her chest, then her lips and finally her eyes. Luke looks down into her face, her eyes matching the same intensity as his. He reaches up and slowly runs his fingers over her arm, and down her side, sending a bolt of pleasure through her.

"Did you like what you saw, Mr. Danes?" Lorelai asked in a low sultry voice, just barely above a whisper, her eyes following his hands as they brush against her body.

"You knew I was watching?" he whispers. His voice is low and husky. The thought that she had known he was watching and hadn't covered up, or closed the window excited him. She had wanted him to see her.

Lorelai smiled and looked into Luke's eyes. "I saw your shadow when I came out of the bathroom. I knew you were watching." She slowly reached the belt holding her robe together and unfastened it. Her body was tingling with excitement, like it had when she had known he was watching her.

"Lorelai," was all Luke could get out before his lips crashed down on hers. His hands slid under the robe and were exploring all her curves. Lorelai moaned as she felt him caress her breasts and rub her nipples between his fingers. He had backed her up against the refrigerator and was just working his lips down her neck to her breasts when they heard the front door open.

"Mom!" Rory yelled out. "Where are you?"

Lorelai quickly stepped away from Luke and closed her robe before yelling back to Rory that she was in the kitchen.

"Damn Paris is going…" Rory stopped mid sentence when she saw the way her mother was dressed and that Luke was in the kitchen with her.

"Er…um…I think I will just go to the library and finish my paper." Rory tried to escape, she was happy that her mom and Luke were finally seeing what everyone had known all along.

"No, don't leave Rory. I just came in to get a drink. I have to get back up on the roof and finish the gutters before it gets dark, or I will have to come back tomorrow." Luke tried desperately to sound like nothing had gone on, but the blush across his cheeks told another story.

Luke looked at Lorelai and gave her a smile.

"Thanks for the drink. I am going to get back to work, so maybe by the time you two get hungry, I can be back at the diner."

"We'll stop by before I have to go back to work tonight." Lorelai smiled knowing she was going to get to see him again tonight.

Rory eyes her mother as he backs out of the kitchen and returns to work on the gutters.

"What the heck did I walk in on, Mom?" Rory is looking at her Lorelai who is sitting at the table with a grin on her face.

"Nothing at all Rory, nothing at all….but I am not sure how much longer that will be the case." Lorelai knew it was a matter of time. They were playing with fire, and it was obvious the way they felt about each other.

Rory smiled at her mom. She had been waiting forever for her mom and Luke to finally wake up and see each other, it finally seemed like it was going to happen.

Later that evening as Luke was getting ready to leave; Lorelai came out to the porch to speak to him.

"That eliminates three more hours, Mr. Danes. Only ten more hours to go, I wonder what else I can get you to do for me?" Lorelai smiled at him and waited for a response.

"I am sure that you will come up with something for me to do Lorelai. Whatever it is you need, I am your man." He looks right at her, and moves close to her.

"Luke, what are we doing?" Lorelai, looked up at him, their bodies touching

"Lorelai, I am not sure about you, but I can tell you I have wanted this for a long time, probably longer than I would be willing to admit. You make me smile. I look forward to seeing you everyday. I want this to be something."

Lorelai didn't say anything, but stare at Luke. She could see how much he cared for her. Her mother had been right about the tow of them being idiots. It seemed everyone but them could see it.

"Me too, Luke, me too." She whispered as their lips met once again.