Luke lay in bed, his hands were interlocked behind his head, his legs splayed out over the blankets and he enjoyed the cool breeze from the open window over his overheated skin. He had been thinking about Lorelai all night making his cock stand to attention from the minute he lay on the bed and imagined her lying next to him. He had managed to ignore his erection for most of the night, but as the first rays of sun started to peek through the blinds, he let his hand reach down to grab himself, but after a few unsatisfying strokes he abandoned that notion and instead just lay back and tried to stay calm.
Caesar was opening so he was in no rush to go down to the diner. He lay in bed replaying over and over, his encounter with Lorelai. Her moans, her pants, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails scraping along his scalp, her hips pushing forward as he thrust into her. Luke felt his cock twitch but tired to ignore it.
She had run out of the diner faster than he had seen her run before. Faster than even the last time she had run away from him. He knew she had enjoyed it. He knew she had enjoyed it at least twice, possibly a third time though he was pretty occupied by then with his own enjoyment so he wasn't too sure. This time her face showed him exactly what he was looking for. Her eyes were dark but shimmering with desire and they fluttered closed when his cock brushed her entrance. Her lips parted when he pushed in further and she moaned when he was buried deep within her. Luke could hear that moan now and he was sure that moan would be bouncing around his head for evermore.
His cock strained and twitched against his stomach and Luke couldn't help the moan that pushed past his lips. The silk skin of her thigh against his cheek. The soft downy hair that covered her sex. The scrape of her nails on his scalp as he sucked on her clit.
"Dammit." Luke reached down and grabbed his cock and immediately felt his arousal soar. Her hair brushing his face, her breath and tongue caressing his ear, her hips locked against his, her fingers gripping his shoulders and her hot, tight, sex pulling him in deeper and deeper with every stroke. "Oh god."
Luke thought about the smell of her perfume, her shampoo, her arousal and he felt his own release build up a notch further but not quite to completion. He focused on her face and the sounds she made when she came and then as he recalled the garter belt she was wearing he finally felt himself give. His orgasm was powerful enough to make him cry out but it had nothing on his release the day before.
He lay in bed panting, spent, and tried to catch his breath. She had run from him twice now and although the first time he didn't really blame her, he didn't expect her to make such a swift getaway last night. Luke moved off the bed and went straight into the shower. He lathered, rinsed and repeated before stepping out to dry off all the while trying to figure out why she ran.
Luke pulled on fresh clothes and was folding up the cuffs of his shirt as he left his apartment. The usual crowd was down in the diner and Luke passed through with only a cursory greeting for Caesar. He ignored the cat calls from Patty and Babette as he left but when he pulled the door open the chime from the bell over the door shot right to his cock as he recalled it's incessant ringing every time he buried himself deep into her core. Luke stumbled down the steps and hurried away, hoping nobody noticed.
He made it to his truck without tripping or embarrassing himself further and drove straight to Lorelai's house. But no one was home. He knocked on the front and back door but there was no answer. Her jeep was gone but he had hoped perhaps Rory had taken it to school. Luke steeled himself for another trip as he returned to his truck and made his way to the inn.
Lorelai sat in her office with her feet up on the corner of the table and her head thrown over the back of the chair. Her eyes were screwed shut and she tried desperately not to think of...anything. Sookie had asked her about the festival but Lorelai had managed to stave off any story or explanation, grab a coffee and hide out in her office for the rest of the morning.
She tried not to think about Luke. His lips on hers, his hands caressing her, his cock moving slowly in and out of her, but no matter what topic she used to distract herself, her twisted mind dragged it back to Luke. She was annoyed.
At herself for letting him get under her skin like this.
At him for making her feel this way.
At herself for not being able to resist him.
At him for kissing her sensibilities into oblivion.
Damn, but he was a good kisser.
She allowed herself a small chuckle but as her mind wandered further down that path she quickly stopped and sat up. No. She would not go there. She needed to focus. Twice now she had gone into the diner and twice he had distracted her with his lips and his hands. This wasn't something that could continue. She wouldn't stand for it! She could barely stand after their performance last night.
But something was niggling at the back of her brain. Something she needed to figure out. Last night Luke had given her probably the best sex of her life. There was no real sophistication in what happened. It was desire, need, wanton lust. But these were the same sensations she had felt when she walked in the last time too. Only that time...that time it was without the happier, leg quivering, breathless, mind blowing ending.
So what happened? Why the change? Was he jealous of all the dates she had been going on? Lorelai shook her head. No, Luke wasn't the jealous type, she thought, though she couldn't really be sure. No this was different. This was something about him. Something was on his mind, something that perhaps has since been resolved.
Lorelai sat forward and steepled her hands in front of her face, both elbows planted on the table as she tried to focus. What was it that could turn Luke into a shudder ball of rage. Taylor? Yeah, definitely Taylor but there was no animosity between them at the festival yesterday. What else? She listed out the few things that she knew annoyed him, herself included but nothing was enough to get him to the edge she had seen him at the other week.
But something had dragged him to that precipice. Something made him do what he did but didn't let him finish. She had to know. She needed to talk to him. Lorelai grabbed the keys and raced out of the inn stopping only to tell Sookie she'd be back soon.
She gunned the engine and tore out of the inn property going as fast as she dared until she hit the main road. Her hands gripped the steering wheel with a white knuckle grip and she focused on the road. She wasn't even sure what she was going to say but she knew she needed to talk to him. She knew she needed to listen to him.
She parked haphazardly against, half mounted on the curb outside the diner and hurried in. Caesar was behind the counter pouring coffee for a few customers but the rest of the diner was empty.
"Caesar, is Luke here?" she said as she looked round to see if he was out of sight in the kitchen. "Maybe he's upstairs?"
"No, he left a little while ago."
"Oh, do you know where he went, or when he'll be back?"
"No, I've no idea. He's off all day, so he could be gone all day."
"Oh, ok, thanks." Lorelai felt herself deflate and turned to leave. She pulled the door open and the chime from the bell shot right through her making her shiver. Back in her jeep she thought about returning to the inn, but instead she found herself driving home. She parked and made her way across the garden with a small wave at Babette then went straight to the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge.
She tossed the cap into the sink then walked out to the back porch and sat on the swing. The gentle summer breeze was cooling against her skin and the cold beer took care of the rest.
Luke hurried through the inn lobby and went straight for the kitchen. He burst through the door and found Sookie decorating a large three tiered cake, a frown of concentration on her face.
"Sookie, is Lorelai here?"
"Hmm?" she looked up as if she hadn't heard him coming in and started at the sight of a breathless Luke standing in her kitchen. "Luke? What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for Lorelai."
"She's not here."
"What? Where is he?"
"What do you care!" Sookie shot back, shocking Luke enough to make him step back. But Sookie wasn't satisfied. She approached Luke holding the icing bag like a knife and pointed it at him threateningly. "You've not been very nice to Lorelai lately have you?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Kissing her like that, then discarding her like trash."
"What?!" Luke backed away but Sookie continued to chase.
"I expected more of you Luke Danes, I expected you to treat her like she deserves!"
"Sookie, it's not-"
"It is! You lure her into your bed, and then you cast her aside, like yesterday's donuts."
"Sookie!" Luke was back against the wall but she kept coming until she had the icing bag pressed against his chest, the soft pink fondant coming out onto his shirt. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away. "It's not like that."
"Oh? So what it is Luke? What is it like that makes you kiss her and run?"
"I need to talk to Lorelai, where is she?"
"I don't know, she raced out of here a little while ago." Sookie pulled her hands away and Luke let her, and she stepped back.
"Do you know where she went?"
"No Luke I don't, though based on her actions since you messed her up, maybe she had a hot date."
Luke felt the sting from her words and realized he deserved that. He held his hands up in surrender and bowed his head. Sookie backed away further. "I need to talk to her."
"Talk?"
Luke felt himself blush and he darted his eyes up to look at her. "Yeah, I really need to talk to her."
"I really don't know where she is gone," she said after a beat. "But I can let her know you were looking for her when she comes back."
"Thanks Sookie."
Luke left and climbed into his truck, unknowingly taking the same white knuckle journey Lorelai had taken only moments before him. He had barely stepped into the diner, long enough to curse that damned bell, when Caesar called out from the kitchen.
"Hey boss, Lorelai was looking for you."
"What? When?"
"About 30 mins ago. She was looking pretty frantic."
"Where is she now?"
"I dunno, I told her you were gone and she took off."
"Thanks Caesar." Luke spun on his heel and this time took off on foot to Lorelai's house. At first he was walking, a brisk stride through the square but as soon as he turned the corner onto her street, he broke into a run. By the time he got to her house he was breathless, but he knew it was more that he was nervous to see Lorelai, than the short sprint.
He knocked on the door but there was no response. He spotted her jeep outside so he knew she was home, so he knocked again this time calling out her name. He knew the back door would either be unlocked or easy to break in to, so he hurried around the porch to try but stopped short when he saw her sitting cross legged on the porch swing drinking a beer.
"Lorelai!"
"Luke," she turned to see him and spit out some beer in shock. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you." He came closer and she shuffled over to make room for him on the swing. "We need to talk."
"Talk talk? Or talk like we did yesterday, because if it's the latter-"
"No talk talk, I need to really talk."
"We haven't been very good at that lately."
"I've never been good at that," he admitted with a half shrug. He came closer and sat on the swing, making it move back and forth a little.
"So… you want to talk…?" She sipped her beer again, to keep her hands and mouth busy. Busy with something other than him, she clarified in her head and glanced up at him briefly to see if he noticed.
"Yeah, but first I need to apologise."
"So help me Luke if you apologise for what happened yesterday-"
"No!" he warned her, putting a hand on her leg to stop her from getting up. "No, god no, that is one of the few actions I've taken in the last few weeks that I am not sorry for."
"So what are you apologising for?" Lorelai sat back into the swing and sipped her beer again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't talk to you properly when you came into the diner that night." Luke took a breath and resettled himself on the swing making it move again. "I'm sorry I didn't...perform at my best...I'm sorry I let you leave like that...I'm sorry I didn't chase you...I'm sorry I left it for so long before I did chase you."
"Alright, alright, you've apologised."
"Yeah, so...sorry."
"Is that what you wanted to talk about?"
"No." Luke shuffled on the seat and turned to face her as he draped one arm along the back of the swing. "Liz sued me for half my business." he blurted out.
"What?"
"Liz, and some guy she is seeing, sued me for half of what my father left us."
"Wait, what?" Lorelai put the beer down and curled her hair around her ears as she leaned forward to hear him better. "She is suing you?"
"Not any more. My father left us the building in his will. Liz wasn't around for the funeral or division of his estate, but now she wants half."
"She can't just take half."
"We went to court last week."
"What?"
"With a mediator, to discuss the case."
"What? Oh my god?!" She covered her face with her hands as she tried to block out all distractions and take in what he was saying, This was all starting to make sense.
"I had to show the books of the diner, the accounts my father held, the mortgage for the building I had to take out after paying off his debts, and then we met with the mediator in a group setting in Boston, and he listened to both sides of the story." Luke watched her take it all in. Her eyes got wider and wider and her jaw slackened to the point where she was openly gaping at him. "I got notice on Friday that the mediator sided with me, so the case was thrown out. They had until last night to appeal, but they didn't."
"Oh my god, Luke!"
"I called her, but she didn't talk to me. This guy she is seeing, whom I believe to be the root of all of this, hung up on me."
"Luke, that is terrible." She rested a hand on his knee and squeezed it tenderly.
"That evening you came into the diner," he looked down at her hand on his knee. "That evening we tried…"
"Tried?"
"Well I just got off the phone with Liz." Luke drummed his fingers on the back of the swing. "I wasn't seeing straight. I was so filled with I dunno, helplessness. Then you came in, looking how you do and I just saw red."
"Gee, thanks." She pulled back from him and locked her hands together between her knees.
"No, Lorelai, please, listen to me." He grabbed her hand and pulled it onto his lap. "I was blind with rage, but I wasn't blind to you."
"Cheese plate for one, your order is ready...but go on."
"I thought this was something I wanted, something I could handle, something that would help me feel better."
"This? You mean me?" she spat out and tried to take her hand back but he held her firmly.
"Yes Lorelai, you, always you!"
"Luke, I'm not a distraction you can use to keep your mind of things, Then discard when you're through." She snatched her hand back off him and stood off the swing. She finished the beer and slammed the empty bottle on the porch rail. "I'm not disposable."
"I know, I know!" he stood with her and grabbed her hands again. "I think that's where it all went pear shaped. Oh my god Lorelai, kissing you was better than I ever imagined." He brought her knuckles up to his lips and kissed them gently. "And that was it, I only meant to kiss you in the diner but once I started I couldn't stop, and all of a sudden you were in my apartment, you were naked and you were waiting for me and I realised if I went through with this you might not forgive me. Then I looked up at you and…"
"And?" she urged him to continue.
"And you looked bored."
"Bored?!"
"Lorelai you were lying in my bed, naked, with your legs wrapped around me and when I...when I moved...and looked at your face, you looked bored."
"Luke, I was feeling a lot of things that night, but I can assure you, boredom was not one of them."
"I looked straight in your eyes Lorelai, and it wasn't like it was last night."
"Maybe it wasn't me that was bored." she challenged him without looking up.
"Are you kidding me?" He curled a finger under her chin and make her look at him. "I was lying in bed with Lorelai Gilmore, I'm not sure how I didn't embarrass myself before I got as far as i did." He scoffed and thought about leaning in to kiss her now, but the nervous expression hiding behind her bravado stopped him. "Lorelai, what happened that night, or rather didn't happen, had nothing to do with you. Nothing. I can promise you that."
"I don't need your promises." She looked down and spotted the smeared pink icing across the front of his chest and frowned.
"That night I was distraught and I knew the minute I ...the minute I was inside you, that I wanted to be there, but for a different reason."
"Huh?"
"Look Lorelai, I admit it, I grabbed you then because I needed to block out the rage. I needed to feel something other than despair. I needed to grab hold of something visceral that I could control, and then you walked in and you were wearing that skirt and I just grabbed you and held on."
"Luke…"
"I know, I know, I shouldn't have done it but the minute I realised it was wrong I stopped. The minute I realised you weren't enjoying it."
"I was enjoying it."
"Not as much as you could have enjoyed, it if I was there for the right reasons, like yesterday." Lorelai blushed and looked away and Luke let her have this moment. "When I asked you to come to the diner yesterday I wanted to tell you all of this."
"But instead you just kissed me again."
Luke chuckled. "I couldn't help it." He reached down and took one of her hands in both of his. "I get within a couple of yards of you and all bets are off."
"Luke, c'mon, be serious." She pulled her hand back and walked over to the swing then sat down again with an oompfh
"I am being serious Lorelai." He joined her on the swing. "I've been thinking about kissing you since I met you. I started thinking about doing a lot more to you shortly after that. I think that's why I grabbed you in the diner. I felt like everything I cared about was slipping away. Everything that mattered to me was slipping through my fingers and then you walked into the diner." He turned to face her and moved her shoulder aside to make her face him too. "And there was no way I was going to lose you too."
"Luke…"
"So when I turned, and you were in that god damned skirt, and you were smiling at me. I'm not even sure what you said," he admitted with a chuckle. "I just know I needed you, and I needed you to need me."
"Luke, stop, wait.'
"Am I making sense? Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Luke drew one hand over his face and puffed out a breath of air. "I'm not very good at this talking part."
"You're better than you think."
"Yeah?" he uttered the word and moved his head enough to look at her form the corner of his eye.
"Yeah." she cupped his face and pulled him towards her. She hovered beside him, their lips just out of reach for a moment then closed the distance and kissed him tenderly. Luke froze. He was afraid to move in case she disappeared in a puff of smoke but when she tilted her hand and parted her lips.
Luke moved his hands from his lap to her hips and pulled her across the swing closer to him and tugged her onto his lap where he could fold his arms fully around her and deepen the kiss. She melted against him, circled his neck with her arms and held him as tight as she dared. They parted when they needed air but only enough to breath then he crushed her lips with his again.
"Much better." she whispered against his neck as her tongue swirled around the sensitive skin below his ear.
"I want you Lorelai," he said, his voice hoarse with need.
"You had me."
"I want you now, I want you without the shock, and the urgency. I want you slow and soft," he kissed her neck and sucked her lobe into his mouth. "I want you pliant, I want you hungry, I want you to need me as much as I need you."
"Luke…" She moved her head to give him better access and he kissed her down to her shoulder. "Let's go inside."
Luke pulled back and looked at her to be sure he had heard her. "Yeah?"
Lorelai nodded, then slipped off his lap and held out both hands to him. Luke didn't hesitate, he took them and she pulled him to his feet with a giggle. She tugged him into the house and hurried through the kitchen then upstairs to her room. At the door to her bedroom, Luke hesitated and Lorelai turned back to face him, her smile faltering.
"Luke?"
"Are you sure about this?" He scratched the back of his neck, in what she was now recognising as his gesture for when he didn't know what to do with his hands. "I mean I haven't even taken you out yet." That thought made him sober and he stood up straighter. "You do want to go out with me right? I mean it's not just...it's not just sex right?"
"No Luke," she said with a soft laugh. "It's not just sex. It could never be just anything with us two, it wasn't just friendship and it's not just sex."
"Okay, good." He allowed her to pull him into her room. "But still, I should take you out, go for dinner, or a movie, something."
"Please, that ship has sailed." She got to the edge of her bed and reached up to pull his cap off. Then she tugged on his undershirt to pull it out of his jeans and pulled both it and his flannel off over his head. But as she reached for his belt and pulled it open then started to fumble with the fastening on his jeans, he grabbed her wrists.
"You said slow," he muttered.
"No, you said slow."
"But I want it slow."
"And I want it now."
"Lorelai." He pulled her hands up away from his jeans though she has already managed to pull them open. He moved her hands to the back of his neck then slowly traced his hands down her arms to her shoulders, over her back to her ass and he pulled her against him. She smiled when she felt his arousal pressing into her hip and moved herself against him. Luke's eyes fluttered closed and he used every ounce of his will power to stop himself from reciprocating. "Slow."
He bent his head and kissed her softly, only allowing his tongue come into play when hers caressed the inside of his mouth. He moved her hips away from his and let his hands roam all over her back, up her ribs, caressed the side of her breasts and gently cupped her ass.
"Luke, please!" She whined when he moved his head to kiss her neck but his hands still ran over her body, on top of her clothes.
"Shhh."
"No!" she pushed him away then stepped back, grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it off over her head. She fumbled for the side zipper of her skirt then tugged it down and let it drop to the floor. She deftly kicked it aside, then her shoes followed and she stood before him in nothing but mismatched panties and a bra.
Luke felt his breath catch in his throat and his fingers twitched by his sides as they danced with the urge to reach out to her.
"You can strip it all off if you like Lorelai, I don't care. I'm taking this slow."
"Really?" He watched with a frown as her hands moved up over her stomach and cupped her breasts. She squeezed herself tenderly and Luke couldn't help the soft moan that escaped his lips. Lorelai smiled triumphantly and watched how his eyes narrowed when her hands moved to her back and unhooked the clasp of her bra.
"I said slow." He stepped closer as the bra fell to the floor and her fingers curled around the edge of her panties. He covered her hands with his own and pulled her panties down, dropping to his knees to take them off her entirely. "Real. Slow."
Her hands moved over the back of her legs up her thighs to cup her ass and draw her closer. He buried his face between her legs and inhaled deeply. He could smell her arousal and it made him even harder. He wanted to stand up, throw her onto the bed and bury his cock deep inside her in one move, but he needed this to be slow. Real. Slow.
His tongue lapped her tenderly and Lorelai's hands grabbed his head and thrust forward. She cried out when he slipped past her folds and dragged his tongue up to her clit where he circled it tantalizingly slowly before pulling it into his mouth to suckle it softly.
"Oh fuck, Luke," she moaned.
"Not yet." He hummed against her and moved his hand to her entrance then slowly slid one finger in. She cried out again and Luke felt her wetness amplify. He slipped another finger in and curled them against her inner walls and he felt her legs quiver.
He pulled back and the cry she let out was the one that almost broke his resolve. He pushed her onto the bed, and followed on his knees, then grabbed her ankles and placed one then the other flat on the mattress, pulling her body close enough to the edge to be able to reach her exactly where he wanted.
One hand reached up her body to curl around her breast, drag his thumb over her already peaked nipple, the other pressed down on her pubic bone to hold her in place as he moved his tongue to her entrance and slowly penetrated her.
"Luke, god, oh!" she bucked beneath him bowing her back and pushing her hips up to his face. Luke moved his tongue to her clit and circled it slowly then dragged it back down to her entrance and mirrored the same action. "Now, jesus Luke, Now."
"No."
"Luke!" she pleaded and she grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved him into her without a care. He lapped her like a melting ice cream, being sure to take in every inch, sucking, nibbling, teasing her to the very edge then pulled back and kissed the soft silky skin of her inner thighs. Lorelai writhed and squirmed beneath him, encouraging him to to go faster, harder, deeper, but he took no heed of her urges and kept going at this maddeningly slow pace.
He pulled away and crawled up over her but kept her feet planted on the bed. He hovered above her and she could feel the brush of the top of his cock against her belly, as it protruded from his open jeans, and it made her whimper. Her hands immediately went to touch him and he let her for a moment. She stroked his shaft and started to guide him to her entrance but he pulled away and grabbed her hands. He held them above her head and shook his head at her. "Not yet."
"Luke, this is too slow, too slow, dammit!"
"Says who?" he asked as he bent to lave her nipples with his tongue in slow soft strokes that made her tremble.
"Says me!"
"Well tough." He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were dark shimmering pools of need. Her hair was loose and fanned out on her bed sheets. Her lips were parted and her breathing was ragged. This was the face he wanted to see when he looked at her, this was the face she needed to make when he entered her. But first he had some exploring to do. He moved his tongue over her body, catching every inch, inspecting every freckle as if he'd never encountered one before.
He kissed her ankles, her knees, his hips, her mound, all the while allowing his hands to follow suit and roam across her skin as far as he could reach. She was a melted puddle beneath him, ready to snap at the slightest touch but he was careful not to touch her where he knew she would break. He stood back and Lorelai lifted her head as she watched him undo his jeans fully and pulled them down.
"Finally!" she whispered. Luke smiled as he toed off his boots then hooked his thumbs into his boxers and shed them too. She looked him over and he let her take his fill before moving, but as she started to sit up he sprang forward and pressed her back into the bed.
"Roll over," he said as he kissed the skin between her breasts.
"Huh?"
"Roll over, I'm not finished yet."
"Luke!" she protested, trying to wriggle her wrists out of his grip and reach for him.
"Almost…" He gently tugged on her shoulder and made her roll over then pushed her up to the middle of the bed to a more comfortable position. Luke climbed on top and straddled her legs and let his hands roam over her back. He moved her hair aside to get access to her shoulders then lowered his head and dragged his tongue from the top of her spine to the small of her back. He gripped her hips as she bowed beneath him, She clenched the cheeks of her ass against his cock and he couldn't help his hips from betraying his need. He felt her chuckle into the pillow and he leaned forward, pressing himself against her ass. "Think that's funny?"
"A little."
"Well that gets you and even slower exploration."
"Luke!" she protested weakly as she clenched her ass around him again and delighted in the soft grunt that escaped him.
"Lorelai," he muttered, his voice low and threatening against her ear, making her shudder. "That's not going to get you fucked any sooner, so stop trying."
A shiver of shock coursed through her at his words and she felt her arousal kick up a notch. He pulled away, leaned over her again and began to shower her back in kisses, licks, nips and strokes from his tongue and his fingers. He cupped her ass and ran his tongue over the crevice of her ass then kissed the dimples at the small of her back. She protested weakly and moved beneath his every touch. Her gasps spurred him on, her cries and moans made him want to be buried deep, deep inside her and he was nearing the time when he would not be able to hold out for much longer.
Luke leaned up off her and just looked down at her for a moment. Her body was soft, rumpled, and pliant. Her hair fanned out above her head and her arms were loose by her sides, fingers curled slightly towards her palms. Her back was covered in small marks from his lips, his teeth, this hands and her ass was pert and rosy, pointing at him proudly.
When she felt him move off her but not move away she turned her head a little to look for him. "What's goin on back there?"
"Just admiring my handywork."
"Huh?" She tried to roll over beneath him but he held her in place with his legs.
"Your back is amazing." His hands stroked down from her shoulders to her ass, cupped her cheeks with a little squeeze then brought his hands back up to squeeze her shoulders.
"Luke…"
"Hmm?"
"Can I roll over?"
"Oh, yeah…" He raised himself on his knees and gave her room to roll over then mimicked the motion of his hands over her chest this time. She arched into his touch, higher when his hands covered her breasts and Luke focused his attention there for a little while. He squeezed them individually, then pressed them together before lowering his face to smother them both in kisses.
"Luke…"
"Hmm? He murmured against her nipple.
"I'm going to kill you." She felt him smile against her skin. "Slowly." she added when his teeth clamped down gently on her nipple making her cry out. Her hands gripped his sides and moved to his hips then slipped between them and grasped his cock.
Luke lifted his head and body and looked down to where she had hold of him. He looked back up to her face and cocked an eyebrow. Her lips curved into a defiant smile and she arched her back to press against him.
"Now Luke, so help me god."
"So help you Luke you mean," he said as he moved away and took her hands off him, ignoring her frustrated groan. He gripped her thighs and parted her legs as he moved between them and lowered his face to kiss her navel.
"Help me Luke," she whispered and she gripped his hair and pulled him higher. "Help me."
Luke smiled and kissed her then lowered his body to cover hers entirely. She sighed with satisfaction and wasted no time in wrapping her legs around his waist to press his ass with her heels and settle him even closer against her. Luke tried desperately not to press his hips on to her but his body had other ideas. She reciprocated his every move but this wasn't near enough.
He pulled back enough to slip his hand between them, then guided himself to her entrance. He looked at her face and again reveled in the expression he saw there and when he started to sink into her, but her eyes fluttered closed he stilled. His hand came up to cup her cheek and he brushed her lips with the pad of his thumb.
"Lorelai...look at me." Her eyes opened again and she sought him out. As soon as their eyes connected again he started to sink into her again. "Lorelai," he said again, when her eyes started to close. "Keep looking at me."
He stared at her until he was fully sheathed in her and he held his breath for a moment before he moved again. His hips pulled back, sliding his cock out of her right to the tip then slowly he fell back into her depths. As soon as he was buried in her for the second time, Lorelai broke apart around him. Her inner walls stroked and squeezed him and Luke clenched his jaw to keep himself from spilling into her. She kept her eyes open wide, staring at him, seeing what he was feeling, showing him what he was doing to her and she let her body ride the crest of the wave that was breaking over her. She felt heavy and hot, like her limbs would never move again and she was sure she never wanted to be anywhere but right here anyway.
"Ok?" Luke whispered as if asking permission to move again and she smiled demurely and nodded. He lowered his head and kissed her tenderly then slowly slid out of her then right back in again. He tried his damnedest to keep a slow steady pace but her pull was proving to be too much and without even thinking about it, he started to move faster.
Her hand came up to his face and the other stroked the centre of his back. He gripped her hip and pressed her into the bed as he pumped into her, the exquisite sensation of her hot, velvet walls pulling him deeper with every stroke, made him cry out with the need to both prolong and finish this.
"Lorelai!" he cried out when he felt himself expand inside her. She quivered around him, gasped against his ear, panting, needy with every breath, every grunt, every moan. "Lorelai, oh!"
"I'm here Luke, I'm with you," she whispered as she felt her own orgasm shudder in the first wave of release.
"Now, oh, now." He felt himself shatter from his core and everything in him spilled into her hot tight core. His cock spasmed against her, throbbing deep inside her and she followed him over the edge and mingled his cries with her own.
Luke fell atop of her, heavy and spent and Lorelai welcomed his weight. She stroked his back, kissed his temple and held him against her until she felt the first stirrings of his movement again. "No, not yet," she protested when he started to move away but instead Luke slipped his hands beneath her and rolled them both over so she was on top. Her head rested on his chest and he kissed her hair as his hands ran over the column of her spine and the curve of her ass.
"Luke?" she whispered into the stillness of the room.
"Hmm?"
"That was way too fucking slow."
Luke chuckled. "Well we tried the fast and dirty, I just wanted to see what it was like."
"Too slow."
"Just right," he countered.
Lorelai pushed off his chest and sat up, their bodies still connected in the most intimate way. "These past few weeks have been insane." she said as her hands traced over the dusting of hair on his chest.
"Horrible."
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"Can we promise to not be stubborn like that and instead talk out whatever is bothering us?"
"Not be stubborn? I'm not sure I can promise that."
"No?"
"Well being stubborn today got me some mind blowing sex."
Lorelai swatted his chest and he caught her hands and rolled them over again, this time pressing against her core to keep her in place.
"Already?" she said as she moved against him.
Luke laughed, a deep throaty laugh that made his whole body shake, and through their connection, hers too. "No. not even close." He sobered up enough to look down at her and smiled. "I wish."
"Me too."
"Don't you need to get back to work?"
"Yeah I do, soon."
"I better let you go so."
"No!" Lorelai cried out and she gripped his hip to stop him from pulling away but it was too late. He slipped out of her and rolled onto his back next to her. "Booo!"
"If there was a way I could be buried inside you forever Lorelai, I would do it."
Lorelai sat up and leaned back on her hands then looked over her shoulder at him. "Look at you lying there all smug." Luke's smile widened and he looked back at her, not an ounce of shyness in him. "You're like the cat that caught the cream."
"It wasn't cream I was licking."
"Luke!" she swatted his chest again but he caught her hands and pulled her down on top of him. "You're filthy."
"I'm only getting started." He cupped her face and lifted his head to kiss her deeply but as he felt her body move against his he pulled back and rolled her over to his side. "We better get going."
"Double Boo!"
Luke stood and went into the bathroom and Lorelai grabbed some shorts and a tee from the wardrobe. When he returned and saw what she was wearing he arched an eyebrow as he pulled on his boxers and jeans. "You not going into work?"
"I am, but I think I'll grab a quick shower first."
"Good idea."
"You care to join?" she said as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
"If I joined, it would not be a quick shower. And Rory will be home in a few hours so no, I won't join." He saw the flicker of disappointment on her face. "This time."
He pulled his tee on over his head and started to unbutton his flannel only to then find the smear of icing across the front. "Dammit, Sookie!"
"She did that?"
"She was threatening me with the icing bag."
"Threatening you?"
"I called over to the inn to find you earlier and Sookie read me the riot act for how I've been treating you these past few weeks."
"Oh Luke!" Lorelai covered her face with her hands. "I'm so sorry, she shouldn't have done that."
"It's fine, I deserved it. I've been a cranky ass."
"No, you haven't." She said automatically but when he responded with a raised eyebrow she added. "At least no more than usual."
"Please, that's sweet of you to say but I have been a cranky ass. And way worse than usual." He waded up the shirt and draped it over his knee as he sat on the bed and put on his boots. "Especially when I saw you were out on a date," he muttered.
"You noticed that huh?"
"How could I not notice. You seemed to have a different guy take you out to dinner every night of the week," he said, unable to keep the sting out of his voice.
"Well I am young and single, why wouldn't I?" she snapped back, her hands resting on her hips.
"No wait Lorelai," he stood up and dropped the shirt to the floor as he crossed the room in two easy strides to get to her. "You don't need to explain. You could see whomever you like."
"I was just trying-"
"It's fine."
"I was just trying-"
"Seriously, it's ok."
"Luke, dammit!" She slapped his chest gently. "I was just trying to get over you."
"Huh?"
Lorelai paused, unsure if she wanted to continue. "Let's not talk about this now. Let's talk later."
"Oh...okay." He said and he stepped back a little to give her some space. "But we don't have to, you don't need to explain." He slipped his hands into his back pockets and rocked back on his heels. "But you're not-"
"No, I'm not seeing anyone now." she said. "Anyone else." she added and he smiled.
"That's enough for me."
Luke leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips then bent over to pick up his shirt. "Here, leave that with me, I'll wash it."
"No, that's fine."
"Seriously, Give it here," she said as she snatched it out of his grip and tossed it over her shoulder to the laundry basket.
"I'm never going to see that again, am I," he grumbled as she ushered him out of the room.
"You might."
They walked down stairs and to the front porch then Luke turned and braced himself off the door frame as he leaned back in towards her. "Can I see you tonight?"
"Yes, you better."
"Can I take you out tonight?"
"How about you stay in with me?" she said and she rested two hands on his chest. "Movie night with me and Rory."
Luke nodded and smiled. "See you about 8?"
"Perfect."
A/N: Is this the end? I don't know. It feels like a good point to finish but I left the Liz story unresolved. I think I will continue, I hate loose ends.