Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. And I borrowed my story title and chapter titles from a Keith Urban song.

Summary: 6.22, picks up after Luke and Lorelai's big fight. She walks away, but doesn't get too far.

A/N: Again, thank you to my reviewers.

Chapter 3: This Love Drives Us Crazy

They seemed to pull each other closer, though it wasn't quite possible.

"Just hold me, Luke. Just hold me for a while."

After a few minutes, Lorelai pulled back slightly to look at Luke. He caught her gaze, then leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. She immediately fell into it, moaning softly as the kiss deepened. It seemed to her that his lips left hers all too suddenly; but before she could even begin to form a protest, he was kissing her neck, blazing a trail up to that spot right next to her ear that he knew drove her crazy.

"Luke," she breathed out softly.

His lips returned to hers, their passion growing every moment. When he felt her start to undo the buttons of his flannel, he stepped back.

"Wait."

"What?" The absence of his lips from her own left her slightly dazed and confused.

"Um…" he reached into his pocket, pulling out her engagement ring. "You took this off." He said simply, but with a sadness in his voice. Holding it out to her, he asked, "Do you still want to marry me?"

"Oh, Luke," she leaned up to give him a quick kiss. "Of course I do. I'm sorry I doubted…"

"Don't." He interrupted her. "Just, put it back on." He reached for her left hand and slid the ring back into place, then gently kissed above it. She turned her hand and cupped his chin, guiding him to meet her lips.

"Do you…know what…this…means…" she mumbled against his mouth between kisses.

"Hmm…" he replied distractedly.

"Mmm..." she pulled back a little, leaving just an inch between their lips. "That was kind of a pretty big fight we just had, right?"

"Uh, yeah." He said, not sure what she was getting at.

"And now, the fight is over. We've made up, right?" She asked this before kissing along his jaw.

"Mmhmm."

"I have to say, a fight like that," she kissed her way back towards his lips, then paused to look up into his eyes, "deserves some pretty fantastic make-up sex."

"Oh, you're definitely right about that," he replied before catching her lips in yet another kiss. With his hands roaming up and down her body, and his lips still attached to hers, he started to slowly walk backwards, towards where he thought he might find the stairs. When he backed into a wall, he turned her around and pressed her up against it, still kissing her with all he had.

"Hmm, Luke?" She was slowly opening each button on his flannel.

"Lorelai." His hands slipped underneath the bottom of her shirt.

"Stairs. Bed. Now." She'd rather spend her time kissing him than forming complete sentences. They separated only long enough to get their bearings and locate the stairs, but resumed kissing before they even hit the first step.

"Up," he mumbled, reaching his hands to the back of her thighs. She jumped slightly and he lifted her. Her legs locked around his waist and he carried her up the stairs, never removing his lips from hers.

77777777777777777777777777777777777

The next morning, they lay tangled up in each other. Luke woke up, slowly remembering the previous night's events. Lorelai was still asleep, with her head on his chest and one arm wrapped around his torso. He had both arms wrapped around her, holding onto her as if he feared she might slip away. He lay still so as not to disturb her, and he smiled as he felt the soft rise and fall of her chest. The scent of her shampoo combined with that of her perfume and something else he was not sure of formed a distinct scent he knew to be hers, filling his head as he breathed. As he watched her sleep, he realized just how long it had been since he'd woken up like this, wrapped up in her.

His thoughts were interrupted by telephone. He quickly reached over Lorelai to grab the phone, as she mumbled incoherently and buried her face under a pillow.

"Hello?"

"Luke?"

"Rory?"

"Rory?" Lorelai's head appeared from under the pillow. Her voice still laden with sleep, she asked, "Why on earth is she calling so early?"

"Hey, Luke, can I talk to Mom?"

"Yeah, sure, hang on." Luke handed the phone over to Lorelai.

"Hey hon. What's with the wake-up call?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were home. I was driving through town, and your Jeep is parked by the diner."

"Oh, yeah. Wait, you're driving through town? Its like," she paused to glance at the clock, "it's 6:30 in the morning!"

"Yeah, I'm almost home."

"Rory, why…Oh, that's right. Logan left for London."

"I couldn't really sleep. And I didn't like being there alone."

"Aw, babe."

"Is it ok if I spend the weekend at home?"

"Of course."

"Ok, well, I'm going to hang up now, because I'm almost there."

"Alright, bye." Lorelai hung up the phone.

"Logan left for London?" Luke asked.

"Yeah. She said she'll be here in a minute."

Luke leaned closer and gave her a kiss. "I'll go make some breakfast." She reached out and pulled him down for another kiss, this one was much longer and more heated than the last. Before things could get too intense, Luke regrettably pulled back. "Put some clothes on. Rory will be here any second," he reminded her.

"Hey mister, you need to cover up too," she said as he climbed out of bed. He rolled his eyes as he pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt; then gave her a quick kiss before heading downstairs.

He started the coffee first before going in search of the pancake mix and chocolate chips. He figured that if Rory was sad over Logan, the least he could do was put chocolate chips in her pancakes. The burner had just heated up, and as he poured some batter onto the skillet, he heard a car pull up outside.

"Hey, Rory," he said when she entered the kitchen.

"Hi Luke," she replied.

"I'm making chocolate chip pancakes. And the coffee should be ready in just a minute."

"Luke," she squeaked out before suddenly reaching out to hug him. He felt her tears on his shirt, and wrapped his arms around her hesitantly. She continued crying as he patted her back, doing his best to comfort her.

"Hey, it'll be ok."

"Sorry," she said, pulling away from him as suddenly as she had hugged him. "I know you probably don't like crying girls." She wiped her face, trying to erase all evidence of her tears.

"No, it's ok. I hate to see you so upset, though. But, look, the coffee's done."

"Oh, thank god!" She grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured herself some of the precious liquid. "Oh wow," she said after taking her first sip. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you cook breakfast in this house before."

"What, you've seen other people cook breakfast in this kitchen?"

"Oh, yeah right. If my mother ever tried to cook anything other than poptarts, there wouldn't be a kitchen left." Rory took a seat at the table, holding tightly to her mug of precious coffee.

"Good point," he replied with a slight smirk.

"Hey!" Lorelai cried indignantly as she entered the kitchen. She had watched their little interaction from the living room, and now decided to make her presence known. "I don't think I like the idea of you two talking smack about me behind my back." She leaned down and gave Rory a quick hug and a kiss on her forehead.

"Oh, Mom. You know you can't cook, don't deny it."

"Eh, you're right," she replied with a shrug, heading toward the coffee pot. Suddenly, her hand flew over her mouth and she turned away. "Ugh."

"Lorelai, you okay?"

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Mmm, just nauseous. The smell of the coffee kind of just hit me, and usually it's wonderful, but today…ugh." She pulled out a chair next to Rory and sat down at the table.

"Are you getting sick?" Luke asked.

"I don't know, maybe it was something I had at dinner last night."

"But it would've hit you last night," Rory pointed out. "Maybe you're getting a cold or the flu or something."

"I don't know," Lorelai replied. "Hey, Luke, how are those pancakes coming?"

"Here," he said gruffly, setting a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of each girl. "Enjoy."

"Thanks, Luke."

"Yeah, thanks, babe. These are great," Lorelai said with a mouthful of food.

"I thought you were nauseous," Luke pointed out.

"Not anymore," she smiled.

"Ok, well, I'm gonna go get ready, I had Caesar open at 6, but with Lane on her honeymoon, I've gotta be there when the main breakfast crowd comes in." With that, Luke headed upstairs.

"So, I thought you said you weren't feeling so great last week. You're still sick," Rory commented.

"Yeah, I was feeling better. I think it's just a mild case of the flu."

"Mom, it's been a while now. Don't you think you should go to the doctor or something?"

"Nah, I'll be fine. Anyways, enough about me, how are you doing? I mean, you came home at 6:30 in the morning because Logan's off in London."

"I know. I guess I just miss him already. And we were supposed to have the summer together. We were supposed to go to Asia, and, I don't know, eat sushi and sit on the Great Wall of China. But now he's in London…working. And who knows when I'll see him again."

"Oh, Rory. I know you're sad, hon," Lorelai said, giving Rory a sympathetic smile. "But I'm sure he'll find time to visit. And you could always go see him in London. You know, pack a suitcase, hop on a plane, and there you are."

They continued to chatter on while working away on their pancakes. After a little while, Luke came downstairs, dressed in his usual flannel and jeans.

"Hey, I gotta take off," he announced as he walked into the kitchen. "Lorelai, are you feeling better?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Luke, really," she assured him.

"Alright," Luke said with a sigh. "Do you think you guys will be in later for lunch?"

"Um, I don't know," Lorelai answered. "What do you think, Rory?"

"Lunch at Luke's sounds good to me."

"Alright, that's great," Luke said, smiling. "April's hanging out in the diner today, so this way you can all do lunch together. Maybe, get to know each other a little better." He shrugged his shoulders and looked down slightly, trying not to make a big deal out of it. Lorelai's mouth was hanging open, and she and Rory exchanged looks.

"Sounds good, Luke," Rory said, standing up. "I'm going to go, um, unpack my bag," she slowly backed towards her bedroom. "You know, in my room," she pointed over her shoulder awkwardly before rushing into her room and closing the door.

"Hey, you sure you're feeling ok?" Luke asked Lorelai as she stood up from the table. "I mean, I've never seen you reject your morning coffee like that." She was standing in front of him now, and she threw her arms around his neck, as he placed his hands on her waist.

"Are you sure about this lunch with April?"

"You don't want to do it?" he questioned, suddenly looking concerned. "I mean, after we talked last night I thought…" she shut him up with a passionate kiss. After a few moments, she pulled back, and looked him in the eye.

"Thank you," she said sincerely, before kissing him again.

"Lorelai," he reached a hand up and gently tucked some stray curls behind her ear. "You mean the world to me, Rory too. I figure that it's about time to formally introduce two of the most important people in my life to my daughter."

"Um, I believe Rory already has been 'formally introduced' to April," she reminded him with a smile. "At Jess's book thing in Philadelphia."

"Whatever," he said, rolling his eyes before leaning in for another kiss. "Ok. I've gotta go now. It's already 7, and that's about when the diner starts getting busy."

"Alright. I'll see you around noon?" He nodded, and she pulled him in for another kiss.

"I love you." They kissed again. He stepped back and headed towards the front door, Lorelai following behind him.

"I love you too," she replied, and kissing him one last time before he headed off to work. She pulled back the curtain of the living room window, and as soon as she saw he was out of the driveway she ran toward the kitchen. Rory met her in the hallway.

"So, we're having lunch with April..."

To be continued…

A/N: I apologize for any spelling, grammar, or continuity errors. I don't have a beta. I checked it many times myself, but it's just not the same as having a beta.

A/N: I hope you liked it. Please review. I'd really like to know what you think of it. Is it good, bad, crappy? I just want to know.