A/N: Mid move update! No TV and no internet means you get an update. (Uploaded on my phone, pardon the typos) Also note the change in rating. Specifically needed for this chapter!

Lorelai could see him behind the counter, making coffee. Coffee she would drink. Coffee she was craving, she admitted with a snarl. Coffee she needed to stop the founders punch doing any more damage than it already had. Her head felt lighter than usual, her stomach was flipping back and forth seemingly going for a full 360 but the rapid expansion of her diaphragm as she tried to catch a breath, was stopping it from completing that full circle. She reached for the handle and it seems to slip out of her hand but she gripped it tighter and pushed the door open.

The chime over the door made her wince and she paused, waiting for his acknowledgement. .

"Come in, coffee is just about ready." he said over his shoulder, casting a mere glance in her direction before he

Again, the chime over the door rang out when she closed the door and she tried not to wince again but Luke noticed it. She crossed the room in a few strides and sat on the stool by the till. Luke grabbed a coffee mug and placed it in front of her then turned to grab the pot and filled the mug.

"Thanks." she lifted the cup and basked in the aroma for a moment before taking her first sip. That bitter warmth filled her with a familiar comforting feeling but as she opened her eyes and saw Luke watching her, it disappeared. "So…" she said as she focused on putting the mug back on the counter without spilling it.

He heard the words in his head, but he couldn't seem to get them out. His mouth opened and closed several times before he rubbed his hand over his face and circled the counter to sit next to her.

"You wanted to talk?" she said and she tried not to turn to look at him but it was as if a magnet pulled her round and she was suddenly looking straight at him, her knees between his thighs as he stretched out his legs around her to accommodate her.

"I um, yeah, wanted to talk…" his fingers trailed up and down his thighs as he nervously tried to think of what it was he was trying to say. No matter what words started to form, he lost his train of thought when he looked at her. Her lips, pursed in concern. Her eyes, slight frown, red rimmed, probably from the founders punch he could still smell off her breath. "Lorelai…"

She was about to reach out and touch his arm, but she managed to stop herself. Luke spotted the miniscule movement and then the pull back and he snapped. He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer then firmly pressed his lips against hers.

Lorelai froze.

This was eerily familiar and she thought she knew where this was going, or rather where it would end. When she tried to pull back, Luke circled his arms around her and pulled them both off the stools to stand. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss stroked her lips with his tongue until she opened them with a sigh, then he slowly explored her mouth as he tightened his arms around her crushing her breasts against his chest.

Lorelai was lost in the moment and basking in the soft warm kiss, but as his hand moved down the column of her back and curved over her ass to pull her against him she came to her senses. She pulled back, Pushed him away from her and held him at arm's length.

"What are you doing?" she said, cursing how breathy and wanton her voice sounded.

"I uh...kissing you." He scratched his neck beneath his bill cap.

"Well, we've been here before." She stepped back from him and towards the door. "And it didn't really pan out."

"No, Lorelai wait," he said as he reached for her, but she held her hands back and warned him off.

"You said you needed to talk."

"I did. I do!"

"That wasn't talking." She put the back of her fingers up to her lips. "There were lips involved, but it was not talking."

"Lorelai wait!" he took a step closer to her but she was now at the door, her back against it, one hand on the handle.

"No," She shook her head. "No, I'm not going through that again."

"Through what? Lorelai wait, let's talk, please."

"Talk?" She turned the handle behind her and started to pull the door open but Luke stepped forward and pushed it closed with a hand above her head.

"Talk." He stepped closed again, leaving only a hair's breadth between them.

She was struggling to breathe steadily and the heat coming off Luke in waves was making her dizzy. Or it was the blood in her body all swarming to one focal point. Or the fact that he was looking at her lips again. Her tongue came out to wet them and she watched his eyes darken. She opened her mouth to speak but before any sound came out, Luke crashed his lips against her and pushed her back against the door, forcing the blinds closed behind her. His tongue slipped past her lips and he stroked it slowly against hers as one hand moved to her hip and pulled her against him, then propelled her back against the door, his body flush against hers.

She heard herself screaming in her head, heard herself telling him to stop, even though her hands pulled him closer, her tongue lapped against his and she tilted her head give him better access. When his hand clutched her hip and pulled her against his, now obvious, arousal, she arched her back and thrust towards him with a sigh. All the thoughts to make him stop moved deeper and deeper into the recesses of her brain as she basked in his touch. His hands, his lips, his body, all on her, everywhere.

His lips moved off hers, across her jaw and suckled on a sensitive spot below her ear as one hand curved around her hip, over her ass to move her leg and pull it over his own hip so he could settle into place against her, and they both sighed. His hand moved up her thigh, moving her skirt aside as his hand lightly ran up over her silk pantihose and he all but melted when he realised they were thigh highs.

He pressed his arousal against her and his fingers curled into the hem of the tights. Without pausing he pushed her skirt higher and bunched it around her waist to look down and see what it was he was missing.

"Oh geez…" She was wearing a garter belt and thigh highs and had them clipped at the front and back. "You're trying to kill me."

"Well I didn't wear them for you…" She said, her voice a mere whisper.

"No? You have a hot date?" He challenged her, even as his body was pressed against her, his hips moving slowly to elicit a soft moan from her.

"I wore them for me." She spoke defiantly and looked into his eyes without wavering but instead of scaring him off, it made him want to kiss her again.

So he did.

His lips crushed hers. His hand curved around her ass and pulled her to him and his fingers curled around the slip of material she used as panties and started to pull them down, but was suddenly blocked by the garter belt clipped to her stockings. He frowned as he broke their kiss to look down at how to fix this obstacle.

"Luke…" she panted, but he was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't notice.

His fingers trace the edge of her stockings and found the back clips and with a swift flick he undid one then the other, then came to the front and did the same. He gripped her panties and pulled them right down until they were low enough to drop to her ankles on their own.

"We should-" she began but he cut her off.

"Wait, one sec…"

Before she knew what he was doing he dropped to his knees and quickly reconnected her stockings to the clips then lifted her legs, one by one, holding her calves and taking her panties off completely before he stood up again and crushed his lips against hers in a searing kiss, as he pulled her leg to nestle on his hip and pressed against her again.

"Wait, Luke, we should…" her fingers gripped his shoulders and held him in place as his lips moved lower along the trim of her low cut top to the curve of her breasts. "We should…" she tried again but his tongue slipped past the lace trim of her bra and she lost all train of thought.

"Now...here, now!" he said and his lips came back up to hers to kiss her again but before she could get lost in the sensation of his tongue caressing her he dropped to his knees again and ran his flat palms up her legs, lifted her skirt and exposed his destination.

Her hands now gripped his shoulders and he wasted no time in claiming his prize. The aroma from her arousal shot right to his cock and he moaned as he pressed his lips to her. Raw heat and desire emanated from her and he was surprised, and turned on, by how wet she was already. He planted one of his feet on the ground and gripped her ankle to place her foot on his thigh, giving him better access to kiss her where he really wanted to..

"Luke…" She panted as his tongue lapped against her then slipped past her folds as she parted for him with a soft moan. He lapped against her core in slow strokes until he found what he was aiming for. "Oh!" she uttered in surprise as if she didn't know this was where he was going all along. He suckled on her softly until he heard her gasp then pulled her clit deeper into his mouth and her hips jerked towards him. "Oh yeah, Luke."

He released her and tried desperately to ignore her moan of frustration as he moved his tongue lower to find her entrance. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her apart as he moved ever closer and thrust his tongue into her.

"Oh god," she panted and she gripped a fistful of hair to push him against her. She could feel her climax twisting into a tight coil with every lap of his tongue. She pushed her shoulders back against the door and her hips forward against him. She could hear her pants, her moans, her blood pumping in her ears, but all she could feel were his hands on her skin and his tongue moving inside her. When she thought she was going to scream, he dragged his tongue through her folds to seek out her clit again and sucked it past his lips and she felt the coil snap.

Luke pressed into her more when he felt her pulsating against him and held her in place until he felt her legs starting to quiver. He moved her foot off his thigh and stood up quickly, cupped her face with both hands and kissed her gruffly. Her breath was shallow and her hands gripped his waist weakly, but as his tongue moved slowly against hers and his hands moved down her shoulders, over her chest to knead her breasts she found the strength to move to the front of his jeans and undo the button.

His lips came off hers with a pop and he pulled back to look down as her hands pulled on his zipper. "Lorelai…"

She looked up at him and moved her lips to kiss him and tugged his jeans down over his hips. Luke needed no more encouragement. He squeezed her waist and lifted her up and with a little jump she easily moved to wrap her legs around his waist. With one hand on her ass to keep her high the other was guiding himself to her entrance.

This time when he slid into her and looked up at her face, it wasn boredom he saw, it was...desire? Her eyes were half closed, her teeth worried her bottom lip and a ghost of a frown pierced her forehead and deepened when he thrust further into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders and he pressed his face against her breasts as he moved slowly in and out of her scorching heat.

"Harder," she whispered and thrust her hips against him. WIthout breaking his stride Luke pushed against her harder and harder still until he was lost in her. Her perfume, her shampoo. Her arms that were not wrapped around his neck. He breasts that were crushed against him. Her hips spread wide and her legs wrapped around him, her ankles locked behind his back to prevent him to getting away too far. The silk from her skin and the soft material of her hose brushing against his waist would be enough to break him but this wasn't something he was in a rush to finish. Despite her inner walls stroking him, her soft breath puffing and panting, her lips against his ear, Luke held back until he could feel her starting to quiver around him again.

The bell over the door rang out with every thrust he pushed into her and he wanted to reach up to stop it but he was afraid of changing what was happening even for a second. He focused, instead, on her voice, whispering his name over and over against his ear. Her soft mewling sounds spurred him on and made him pump into her harder, faster. His hands pulled her apart for him, allowing him to bury himself just a little bit deeper and she moaned aloud as she broke apart. Luke felt her hot silk walls tighten and release around his cock as she came and he continued to move at a steady pace until she melted against him.

He moved one hand up her back to her shoulder and the other gripped her ass so he could hold her in place as he pumped into her, finally willing to chase his own release. She welcomed his vigour and matched him, thrust for thrust, moan for moan. Her fingers buried into his hair and scraped across his scalp sending quivers of desire through his body. Her lips brushed around the outer shell of his ear and her tongue traced the inner shell.

"Oh fuck," he muttered through gritted teeth as he felt his whole body start to shudder.

"Yes!" Lorelai encouraged as she felt her own body creeping into a soft release.

"No," Luke kept thrusting into her but he wanted this to last longer still. "I'm not…"

"Yes Luke," she whispered, her lips on his ear again. "Come for me, Luke."

His name on her lips as he pushed into her was finally more than he could handle and he felt his orgasm rip through him. He cried out, a guttural release as he emptied into her, his hips still moving even as he was spent. He slowed but didn't stop entirely and he listened to the soft ting of the bell as he pushed her against the door.

Eventually he stopped and started to pull away from her, but she tightened her grip around his neck and and waist, and held him in place. She wasn't quite ready to let him go yet. The rasp of his crotch against hers, the pulsating heat from his cock that was still buried deep inside her. She never wanted to let him go. She wasn't sure if she did, that she would ever get him back. But as his arms started to shake she realised he would not be able to hold her here forever. She loosened her grip on his neck and leaned back as he started to pull away.

He slipped out of her and they both sighed at the sensation, the sudden pang of loss they both experienced was palpable. Luke gently lowered her to her feet and held her in place for a moment more before stepping back a little further, as much as his legs could with his jeans and boxers wrapped around his ankles.

Lorelai smoothed down her skirt and fixed her top, her eyes fixed on her hands, to stop herself from looking up at him. She wasn't sure she could bring herself to look at him for fear of what she might see.

Luke bent and pulled his pants up and quickly fastened them, shucking the heavy denim material to reseat himself and quickly tucked in his tee at the front, more for something to do, thank for comfort. Then he spotted the bright red panties he'd taken off her. He swiftly bent and picked them up then turned to her and held them out to her, dangling them from a couple of fingers. Lorelai saw the red flash of material and snatched them off his hand, sure that her cheeks bore that same shade.

"That wasn't what I meant to do when I asked you to come to the diner." His words stung. Lorelai felt her blush fade and all her blood flow directly south. "Lorelai?" he said, noting her change.

"So you wanted to talk?" she said as she stuffed the panties into her pocket. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!

"Yeah, well, I…" he stepped back and slid on hand into his back pocket as the other scratched his neck behind his cap.

"Hmm?"

"I wanted to…" he paused when he saw her face. Where he expected to see her smile he saw a thin strip of her lips. Her eyes avoided his and a deep frown bisected them. "Lorelai?"

"I need to get home, Rory will be waiting for me by now." Her hand grabbed the door behind her and she started to pull it open.

"Lorelai, wait!" He grasped her wrist and pulled her back to face him.

She turned to look at him, her eyebrows arched as she waited for him to say something but again the words were lost on his lips.

"See ya around, Luke."

She pulled the door open and disappeared before he could say another word and the chime of the bell announcing her departure.

Luke watched her cross the square for as long as he could, then turned around and banged his fists off the hard surface of the table in the centre of the room.

Lorelai made it home, breathless.

She closed the door behind her and sagged against it. What the hell. WHAT THE HELL!

She wanted to scream and bash her fists against the wall. He wanted to bash her fists against his chest. His firm, broad, warm, chest. That felt wonderful under her hands, even with the barrier of his flannel armour and cotton undershirt. His strong shoulders, thick arms, his thrusting hips and long, hard-

"Mom!" Rory called out from the couch. Lorelai spun around and saw Rory kneeling up on the couch waving her arms. "What's goin on?"

"Sorry honey, I was just catching my breath." Lorelai came into the room and started for the stairs.

"Did you run home?"

"Yeah, needed to work off that punch. Did you order the pizza?"

"Yeah, should be here soon."

"Okay, I'm going to grab a shower. Don't start without me."

"Hurry."

Lorelai raced upstairs and started to strip as soon as she got past her bedroom door. She dropped all her clothing in a pile by the laundry basket then went into the bathroom and switched on the shower. Without waiting for the water to warm up she got under the powerful spray and closed her eyes. She could feel his hands on her thighs, his lips on her neck and despite the cold water she felt her body warming at the thoughts of him, and it made her angry.

This was the polar opposite of how she had felt the last time she had run from his place. But somehow she still felt...angry? Sad? Scared? Some combination of all three? Lorelai ran her fingers through her hair and dipped her head under the water. He was hungry for her. He wanted her badly, about as much as she wanted him she guessed. His hands gripped her ass and she could feel it now as she turned her back to the water.

A wash of desire coursed through her and she couldn't help the moan that escaped past her lips. She tried to ignore it then she remembered the feeling of his tongue caressing her core and another wave of hot wanton desire engulfed her.

"Dammit," she heard herself mutter even as her hand moved down to nestle between her legs and matched what she remembered his tongue doing earlier. There was no finesse in this. Just pure need. She needed to be rid of these desires. She needed to move past this phase and onto whatever world she ended up in next. A world where she wouldn't feel an uncontrollable need to scratch her nails softly against the underside of Luke's chin. Or tug his tee out from his jeans to trace her fingers through the trail of hair that dusted his stomach. Or feel him shudder against her when she lightly brushed his ear with her tongue.

She felt her need building and she massaged herself furiously to finish this, and finish it quickly. Finally, she came but she felt no solace in this release, only further frustration.

"Dammit."

See finished the shower quickly and grabbed a pair of shorts and a tee then hurried down to see Rory paying for pizza.

"Got the usual."

"Everything with extra everything?"

"Hold the olives."

Lorelai jumped onto the edge of the couch as Rory dropped the box onto the coffee table then hurried out to the kitchen.

"Coke?" She called from the kitchen

"Yeah!"

By the time Rory was jumping onto the couch beside her Lorelai already had a slice in her hand. Rory talked about the festival and filled her in on the story of Taylor and Ms Patty dancing, or rather Ms Patty dancing and dragging Taylor across the dance floor much to the delight of Babette, and everyone else. She talked about how Ms Kim came by to collect Lane and gave out to Kirk for playing music that was too provocative, though the music that was playing was Steely Dan. Through all this story telling Lorelai nodded and smiled in all the right places, but there was no reciprocation on the conversation.

Rory noticed how quiet her mother was being but continued to babble. She picked out a show she knew she would enjoy and ran into the kitchen to grab some ice cream before it started. She talked and commented throughout the entire movie but as the final credits rolled Rory had had enough. She turned off the TV, sat cross legged on the couch facing her mother and clapped her hands to get her attention, when calling her had no effect.

"Huh?"

"What is up with you tonight?"

"What? Sorry, I'm just tired."

"Tired? You barely ate one slice of pizza, and you didn't even look at the ice cream." Rory gestured at the tv. "And we just watched the chocolate factory episode of I love Lucy and you didn't once stuff your face with candy."

"Sorry sweetie-"

"Whats going on with you?"

"I'm just tired."

"Did Luke say something to you to make you like this?"

"What? No!"

"Well you were fine at the firelight festival but then you went to Luke's to talk." Rory waited to see her mother's reaction. "So what did he say?"

"Nothing, we just chatted and then I came home."

"I don't believe you."

"Sweetie. I'm fine. I'm tired." Lorelai leaned over and kissed her daughters forehead. "I'm going to go to bed."

Rory watched as Lorelai stood and went upstairs frowning, as even her footfall on the steps sounded sad.