Lorelai leaned across the car and kissed Rory before she could jump out of the car and run for the bus. She watched her board and waited for the bus to pull off before she drove away. Seeming to want to torture herself, Lorelai drove around the square, passing the diner at a snail's pace to try and catch a glimpse of Luke behind the counter, but all she saw was Caesar walking around pouring coffee. Lorelai frowned as her car came to a rolling stop, so she could get a proper look.

Caesar serving coffee meant Luke was either working the kitchen or...with a realisation and a slump of her shoulders Lorelai knew, without a shadow of a doubt that Luke was not in that kitchen, hell, not in that building. A honk of a car behind her, made her jump and she quickly drove off. She had driven to the Inn almost every day for the last five years so autopilot kicked in, allowing her time to remember.

It wasn't unusual for Luke to be on the customer side of the counter, but it was unusual for him to be there without a pot of coffee, a rag or a pad and pencil in his hands. He didn't react to the bells ringing when she pushed the door open. He didn't even react when she called out to him. Hell, she didn't wear this skirt to be ignored. Especially when paired with this pink top. Pink! Hot Pink. Not to be ignored.

"Luke! Spread 'em!" she had called out, clapping her hands together to make finger guns when she noticed his stance against the counter, hands flat on the surface. Nothing. She walked further into the diner and plonked herself down on the stool next to him. "Well? Do I gotta pour my own coffee now?" she said, but still, no reaction. "Hey, hey Luke?" She reached out and put her hand on his back and she could feel the tension rippling through him. Lorelai stood off the stool and closer to Luke and put a hand on his arm. "Luke, whats wrong?"

He turned to look at her and she caught the fury in his eyes but instead of making her step back, it made her step closer, and run her hand up his back to his shoulder in what she hoped was a soothing, comforting gesture. "Luke?"

Before she knew what was happening his lips were on her. His hands were warm as they cupped her face and she had to hold onto the counter to stop herself from dropping to the ground. His lips were demanding, his tongue was exploring her mouth in ways she never thought Luke would possess. Or at least not for their first kiss. She thought their first kiss would be soft, shy, slow. But this was the total opposite.

Lorelai chuckled to herself as she pulled onto the highway to the Inn. "Hard, heedless, and hurried?" she said aloud, even checking the mirror to make sure she saw her own eyes roll.

At first she thought he just grabbed her for a kiss and was going to pull away and look down at her with those blue eyes searching her face and she would be able to...grab him and kiss him again because this was too good for a once off.

She took her fingers off the wheel and pressed them to her lips. His kiss was still palpable. She wanted to close her eyes and bask in the memory but she was traveling at speed on the highway so she kept them open and instead replayed the memory, over and over and over again. Their first kiss.

"Wow." she took in a deep shaky breath and slowly let it out with puffed cheeks. The kiss was fantastic. It was better than anything she had ever experienced. It was...Luke.

The rest though? The rest was...she didn't know what it was. Her frown came back as she remembered his hands gripping hers, but his lips so far away from hers. They were upstairs before she really knew they had moved, when all she could really think about was having another kiss. Thankfully, no sooner did he have her in his apartment that his lips were on her again and Lorelai sighed against him.

She had her hands on his chest, marveling at the strength she found there beneath the soft flannel. His lips were moving from her mouth, over her jaw to her ear and when he suckled her lobe into his mouth, she groaned.

Lorelai laughed at the memory and enjoyed the warm blush that covered her cheeks. She moaned, against Luke's ear, while he had her ear in his mouth, his tongue doing wonderful things to her. She smirked at how quick he got her top off and blushed at how little protest she put up. She didn't even pretend to be shy, she didn't bother to cover herself up like she usually did. Then the next thing she knew her bra was on the floor and his hands were running over her ass, pushing her skirt off as his lips claimed hers again, his tongue hot and demanding as it explored her mouth.

Her legs hit the bed and she dropped to the mattress. She waited for him to follow but instead he stepped back and peeled off his top, revealing a broad muscular chest with a light dusting of hair that tapered off below his belt. Her eyes roamed over him and she wanted her hands to join them. Her lips too, her tongue. She felt a warm pulse building between her legs and she was so sure he would be able to tell. Her heart pounded in her chest and she expected any minute now she would be doing an impression of John Hurt in Alien.

But all thoughts of that scene disappeared when his hands moved to his belt and he started to open his jeans. Her breath caught in her throat when he pushed them down, and it was with a little shock she realised he had brought his boxers along with them. He didn't give her a chance to take it all in, to reach out and touch him, to stroke what she knew was going to feel amazing. Instead he moved towards her, forcing her to fall back onto her elbows then her back. He moved to hover above her and she expected him to fall atop of her, cover her with his hard muscular body but instead his fingers gripped the edge of her panties and pulled them off. She wasn't even sure how he got them off her so quickly but if it meant he was going to be pressed against her sooner, then she didn't mind.

He hovered above her and she tingled all over with the heat from his body and she felt like she was going to ignite if he didn't get closer. How could he stand this!? She was about to protest when his lips touched hers and all complaints dissipated. Then his body lowered against hers and all thoughts followed her complaints. She gripped his sides, making sure he didn't pull away, needing him to be closer still. She moved her leg aside, planted her foot on the mattress and opened herself up for him. He sank closer and she moaned into his mouth. Then he pulled away.

Lorelai pulled into her parking space at the inn and frowned. Why did he pull away then? Why wasn't he looking at her? Why wasn't he talking? She shook her head and snorted. Luke was not the most talkative person in the world, did she expect he would suddenly change the minute he was naked?

But he did pull away. And she definitely gasped then. Both at the sensation of loss from his body against hers, as well as the added pressure his movement put against her core. She moaned at the loss of contact and wondered what the hell he was doing. All those thoughts flitted away when his fingers moved down her chest. No thoughts existed, or may ever again exist when she felt his fingers slip through the soft hair covering what she knew was his final destination and when his fingers slipped past her folds only one thought came to mind. Now. She moaned and rolled her hips towards him, hoping the fingers that teased her entrance would go deeper but instead he pulled them away entirely and she wanted to sob.

Until she noticed what he was doing. Lorelai watched with greedy eyes as he ripped the package open and slipped the condom on. She wanted to reach up and grab him, help him secure it in place but before she could move he lowered himself to her and skillfully guided himself to her entrance. Lorelai splayed her legs further apart to give him more room as he slid into her. She sighed with relief but needed more. She pressed her heel into his ass to be sure he didn't pull away this time.

She arched her back, loving how the hair on his chest brushed against her breasts as he moved and she pressed them closer. His breath was hot and comforting against her neck, short puffs of air making her want to wrap her arms around him and hold him there forever.

But seemingly he had other ideas. He pressed his hands into the mattress either side of her head and she watched as he leaned up over her, his cock buried deep inside her and he looked at her for what seemed like the first time since he kissed her in the diner.

Something crossed his face. Worry? Anger? A mixture of both? She wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't the ecstasy she expected. Then everything changed. She watched as he frowned, looked down at where they were connected then pulled out of her entirely and moved to the side.

Lorelai had one hand on the car door and the other on her lap as she recalled how he cursed under his breath and lay beside silent. Was it really that bad? Was she really that bad? I mean it was sex! Good sex she thought, but obviously he didn't. He didn't even finish. That had never happened to her before. Even shitty sex ended with the guy...finishing. She covered her face with her hands and groaned.

What had she done wrong? Did she not moan at the right times? Did she not touch him or kiss him right? Shit… was she really bad at this? After all this time she would have thought someone would have told her. Lorelai scoffed again and climbed out of the jeep. Someone one would have told her, yeah all three of the men she had slept with in her entire life. They seemed happy with her. They seemed happy with what she was doing and how she sounded. Why wasn't Luke?

Maybe it wasn't her, maybe he was not enjoying it because...because...dammit! Why was he not enjoying it?! She walked through the inn and went right to the kitchen where she knew she would find Sookie.

"Morning honey, you look crappy!" Sookie said with a delightful tone.

"Gee thanks, I come for the coffee, I stay for the compliments."

"What's wrong? No Luke's coffee this morning?"

"No, we were running late so we didn't have time."

"I just made a fresh pot, so help yourself," Sookie said and she gestured over her shoulder with a large knife.

Lorelai went over and poured herself a large mug of coffee then leaned back against the counter and sipped it. The topic of Luke swirled around her head but she wasn't sure if she was ready to bring it up yet. How could she admit to Sookie that she had slept with Luke, well, half slept with Luke, and that it was nothing like she expected. She enjoyed it, but seemingly he didn't. That wasn't quite an easy topic to broach with anyone.

"Hey, Lorelai," Sookie was tugging on her arm to get her attention. "Honey, whats up?"

Lorelai looked over at her friend and offered her a sad smile. "You got a sec to talk Sookie?"

"Yeah, of course." She undid her apron and draped it over the edge of the counter, sensing this was going to be a long talk, not a quick chat.

Lorelai led Sookie out onto the back porch and sat on the swing and waited for her to join. Though even when she did, she Lorelai struggled to get the words out.

"Well?" Sookie asked and she clasped Lorelai's hand. "What is it? What's wrong? Is it Rory?" Sookie's voice got progressively higher as she spoke and Lorelai patted her arm to calm her down.

"Rory is fine, or at least she was when I put her on the bus to Chilton this morning, so unless there was some bus crash on the way to school, she is fine."

"Do you think there was a bus crash?" Sookie asked alarmed.

"No!" Lorelai chuckled, despite the heaviness she felt surrounding her. "No, Rory is fine."

"So what is it?"

"I slept with Luke."

"What?" Sookie's voice was at a frequency Lorelai was sure only dogs could hear and the grip she had on her hand started to hurt.

"Wait...there's more."

"More?" Sookie shrieked. "Oh god, are you pregnant?"

"Sookie! No!"

"Sorry. Tell me, what happened?"

"I went into the diner yesterday and Luke was there."

"Wuuuuu!"

"He was leaning against the counter, like a perp on a tv show but there was something… something wrong with him."

Sookie's teasing died on her lips. "What happened?"

"He didn't react at all to my greeting and I thought something was seriously wrong but when I got closer and finally got him to look up, he grabbed me and kissed me."

"Ohhhhh!" Sookie clapped excitedly.

"We went upstairs, he pulled my clothes off-"

"Oh my god, so hot!"

"We got onto his bed and then…"

"Then what?" Sookie asked pulling on her hand, dying to hear the rest.

"Then...it was over."

"Oh." Sookie slumped back in her seat. "He had a bit of a premature-"

"No!" Lorelai said and slapped Sookie's arm. "It wasn't over over, but he pulled away."

"Huh?"

"I dunno what happened Sookie. I thought it was going great...except…"

"Except what?"

"He didn't seem to be enjoying it."

"You mean it wasn't…" Sookie made a gesture around her middle and winced. "Solid?"

"No, I mean he didn't seem to be enjoying it. Enjoying me. He didn't look at me. He didn't smile, he didn't talk the whole time."

"He isn't much of a talker."

"I wasn't expecting a conversation but a few 'Oh that's good or an odd 'you look beautiful' would have been nice. Instead I got nothing."

"He's more of a grunter." Sookie offered as a way of solace.

"He didn't."

"Moaner?" Lorelai shook her head and Sookie frowned. A heavy silence fell between them as Lorelai waited for her friend to say something but Sookie was muted.

Lorelai sipped her coffee and sat back into the swing making it rock back and forth. "Do you think-"

"No. I don't."

"You didn't let me finish."

"You don't need to finish." Sookie moved her leg to push the swing again and clasped Lorelai's hand tighter. "I don't think he got you into bed and was repulsed by what he saw. I don't think he was immediately turned off by the sight of you. I don't think you did anything wrong." Lorelai smiled and Sookie looked over at the glistening tears in her eyes. "Oh honey." Sookie pulled her in for a tight hug and soothed her hair back off her face. "Oh honey, honey, honey. Luke likes you. He really really likes you." Sookie kissed the top of her head. "I don't know what was going on last night, but I bet you a million trillion dollars it had nothing to do with you."

Lorelai chortled. "Right, my being there, naked and panting beneath him, had nothing to do with why he ran off."

"You were panting?" Sookie asked with a smile.

"Like a dog." Lorelai groaned and sat up then buried her face in her hands. "How am I ever going to face him again?"

Sookie smiled. "Please, he will be running round to you before you can say 'oh Luke, harder!'" Without looking Lorelai threw her hand back and slapped Sookie's arm. "Sorry, sorry," Sookie said laughing.

"Oh Sookie, it was awful." Lorelai sat back again. "He practically ran to the bathroom and I escaped home." She dry washed her face. "I'm never going to be able to forget this."

"Why would you want to!"

"Sookie! It was terrible!"

"All of it?"

"Most of it...some...just the abrupt ending."

"Well then. Just remember the rest of it, and ignore the ending," Sookie chuckled. "Then focus on getting a better ending next time.'

"Next time?" Lorelai snorted. "Having a next time would involved seeing Luke again. And that is something I'm pretty sure I never want to do again."

"Oh honey, it's just so raw right now, but this will pass. Luke will come looking for you and you'll get your happy ending."

"You think?"

"I know."

Lorelai took the cheek kiss from Sookie, then let the swing sway when she bustled back to the kitchen. She listened to the words Sookie said over and over and wondered if Luke really would come running. And if he did, what would she do. Would she be able to face him with the humiliation of knowing he saw her naked, saw her naked and walked away.

"Ugh," she groaned and buried her head in her hands again and banished all thoughts of Luke to the back of her mind.