A/N: Thanks once again to Jewels for being so quick, great, and perfect in every way! Thanks to Filo for reading over the smut and for your suggestions! And yes, I have written my very first, very lite smut. I hope you enjoy!
Pacing back and forth across his apartment, he stopped briefly to glance out the window. Luke was becoming unglued. After the awkward display in the diner this morning, Lorelai had kissed him on the cheek and said she would talk to him later. What did later mean? It was 9:30 in the evening and the diner was shut down. He wanted to have their talk. "Dammit, Lorelai!" he yelled, punctuating his words with a slam of his fist on the table. He needed to know what she was thinking because his nerves were slowly gnawing a hole in his stomach.
"Forget this," he said, storming out of his apartment.
Luke walked halfway to Lorelai's house before he realized that he forgot his coat. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to ward of the chill and propelled himself to walk faster.
As the crap shack came into view, he noticed all the lights on. He wondered if she was even going to bother coming to talk to him or if she was hiding. As he started up the steps, someone ran out the door and almost plowed into him.
"Ahhh!" Rory screamed with her hand over her heart. "Luke! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry, Rory. I just came to see your mom. Is she home?"
"Yeah. Just go on in. I'm going to Lane's for the night so see you later," she said over her shoulder.
Luke made his way up the steps and stood in front of the door, trying to decide if he should knock or not. Figuring it would be best if he knocked, he raised his hand in order to do so when the door flew open, revealing a very surprised Lorelai.
"Luke! I was just coming to see you," she said, flustered by his appearance.
"Yeah, I, uh, wasn't sure, so I decided to, um, come over and see if you were, uh, home," he rambled, wringing his hands.
"Well, we could talk here. This is as good a place as any." She pushed the door open further and said, "Come in."
Luke brushed past her, walking into the living room. He stood waiting for her with his hands on his hips, and his head bowed, eyes on the floor.
Lorelai took a deep breath, closed the door and followed him. She stood watching him, feeling the tension fill in the room. She had a lot to say to him and hoped he would be willing to hear her out and accept her words.
"Luke, would you like something to drink?" she asked, trying to ease the awkwardness.
"Uh, no thanks. I really just came here to talk. I need to know what you're thinking," he said, trying to keep the worry from his voice. He finally ventured a look at her standing in front of him. He saw unease reflected in her eyes. He could tell she was anxious, and he was afraid of what she might say.
She bit her lip, choosing her words wisely. "Okay. Well, I-" she began.
"Listen, Lorelai, if you are just going to blow me off, let me save you the trouble. I'll just go, and we can pretend the kiss never happened."
Her mouth fell open as his words penetrated her mind. She wasn't sure how he came to that conclusion. It was the farthest thing from her mind and she needed to show him.
In two strides, she had grabbed his hand and was dragging him to the couch. "Sit," she commanded, pointing to the cushion. He sat down cautiously, and she plopped next to him, facing his body with her legs tucked underneath her. Luke stared straight ahead.
"Luke," she said, placing a hand on each side of his face and gently turning his head. She wanted him to look at her, so she repeated his name again. His eyes met hers. She studied him for a few moments before placing her hands in her lap.
Keeping eye contact with him, she said, "I can't stop thinking about that kiss, so why would you think I wanted to forget it?"
He searched her eyes before he began to speak. "It seemed too good to be true, and I thought you wanted to be with ..."
He was cut off by a finger on his lips as she whispered, "Shhh." She kept her finger in place as she continued, "Luke, you have no idea." Her finger started tracing his lips slowly. "I was going to come and talk to you tonight about the conclusions I came to." She scooted closer to his body. "I was under this misguided notion that a family picture could only be completed with Chris as the man in my life. I was so wrong." Her finger moved over his scruff. "I realized that you, not Chris, are the one I compared all other men to." She lightly pushed him back against the couch. "Most men don't measure up. You set a high standard, my friend." She swung her leg over to straddle him, leaning close to his face. "You're everything that I have ever desired in a man. It's not Chris. Chris failed me time and again, but you...you are amazing to both Rory and I. I'm sorry it took me so long to see." She brushed a light kiss across his lips, closing her eyes at the sensation. Her eyes popped back open. "Luke," she said, claiming his focus back to her face. She wanted him to have no doubts in his mind of how she felt. "I want you. I want you in my life as more than my coffee provider and friend."
"What exactly do you want, Lorelai?" he said softly, overwhelmed by her closeness. He felt the soft curves of her body pressing into him, and he actually had to concentrate on keeping his breathing even.
She studied him, trying to read in his eyes what he was thinking. At this point, she really had nothing to lose so she plowed on, "I want a relationship with you. I know in the past I haven't been successful with relationships, but it's because I wasn't with the right man."
He took a lock of her hair that was dangling near his face and tucked it behind her ear, grazing her cheek with his hand. "And who is the right man?" he inquired softly, focusing on her lips.
She gave him a brilliant smile that lit up her face and responded with a kiss. Chaste was not currently in her vocabulary. She went straight for the open mouth, tongue tangling, fire igniting kiss, and Luke joined her whole heartedly. She could feel his body responding to the sensations that were causing explosions of desire in very sensitive areas of her body. She began to rain light kisses all over his face, punctuating each kiss with a whispered, "You are."
Luke sat up with her in his lap. She continued her assault on his face and moved on to his neck.
"Lorelai, are you sure?"
"Should we, um, go somewhere else?"
She moved off his lap, pulling him with her. She grasped his hand, dragging him behind her up the stairs. Entering her room, she quickly closed the door, leaning back against it. She surveyed him from head to toe. She had no reservations in her mind that this was where she wanted to be, with Luke, here, in her bedroom about to...about to what?
"Luke, what would you call what we're about to do? It's not just about sex, right?" she asked shyly, biting her bottom lip in anticipation of his answer.
The shyness that she was displaying over her question endeared her even more to him. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her, staring into her eyes. "For me, I would call it making love. I want to make love to you, Lorelai." With that declaration, he kissed her with all the pent up emotion he was feeling. Never before was he able to act on his passion.
She kissed him back with as much enthusiasm as he gave. She ran her hands through his soft hair, knocking off his cap in the process.
Luke's hands were tangled in her mass of curls as they began to move together toward the bed. He began to kiss down her neck, laving his tongue along her pulse points.
He heard Lorelai whimper which emboldened him to place his hands under her sweater. He felt the goose bumps form over her torso as his hands moved up and down her back, enjoying the softness of her skin.
She brought her hands over her head in invitation for him to pull her sweater off.
He sucked in air as he saw her in the very lacy, almost see through black bra. This was a sight he never thought he would be able to feast his eyes on. He couldn't control his hands from reaching over, palming her breasts and moving his thumbs over her pink buds. He watched in fascination as they hardened even more. She arched into him, moaning her appreciation. He reluctantly pulled his hands away, reaching behind her and snapping her bra open. She scooted the bra down her shoulders, and it fell down her arms onto the floor.
She reached over to him and began to unbutton his flannel shirt. Completing her task, she pushed it over his shoulders, tugging it down his arms and pulled it off. Luke whipped his t-shirt off quickly, and started to unbutton her pants. Lorelai took control, toeing off her shoes and pealing her pants down her legs. Luke followed suit. Both were standing in their underwear, admiring each other. He craved contact again so he pulled her to him. He held her gently, stroking her bare skin tenderly. His hand moved down to lightly cup her bottom through her matching lace panties.
Lorelai's heart rate kicked up a notch at the feel of his skin next to hers. Her thoughts were becoming incoherent as Luke stimulated her body with his hands. Her legs were not going to hold her much longer so she sat down on the edge of the bed, laying back and bringing Luke down on top of her. She ran her hands down his back and onto his perfectly sculpted ass.
Luke began to kiss down her body, paying special attention to her breasts. He nipped and sucked, causing her to writhe underneath him. She felt her whole body flush in pleasure.
"My turn to touch." she said huskily, pushing him onto his back, straddling him.
His eyes widened in surprise at the turn of events. His surprise quickly turned to approval, seeing her nearly naked body on top of him. His appraisal of her beauty turned to strangled groans, feeling her touch him sensually.
Her hands glided over his chest, reveling in the ripple of his muscles. She followed with her fingers the trail of hair that stopped at his boxers. She lifted herself off of him enough to be able to yank his boxers down, throwing them over her shoulder.
Luke rolled her back over, taking control again. He tugged her underwear down her long legs, fitting himself between her thighs. He propped himself on his forearms on either side of her head, lowering himself down on top of her. He kissed her hard, eliciting soft murmurs of gratification.
"God, you're so beautiful," he said, gazing into her eyes.
With her permission, he gently eased himself into her. He allowed the ecstasy of being united with Lorelai in such an intimate way wash over him. He gave ample time for her body to adjust to him, then he began to move.
She wrapped her legs around his body, allowing him to go deeper, hitting all the right spots. Her body started to clench, and she felt the telltale signs of the ultimate pleasure take over her control. She started calling out his name, desiring release.
He moved faster, pushing her over the edge, and he along with her. Both of them attempted to get their breathing under control as the after-shocks pulsed through their bodies. He rained light kisses across her mouth, her cheeks, each eyelid, and put his head down at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sighing in contentment.
He rolled them onto his back, and she settled herself on his chest, their legs entwined.
She had never felt anything more right, more perfect before. She breathed in his masculine scent, and propped her head on her arm to look at him. She searched his eyes, wanting to appraise his thoughts.
"Hi," he returned, smiling adoringly at her.
"How do you feel about this?" she asked, gesturing between them.
"Lorelai," he paused, choosing the right words. He didn't want to scare her with how intense his feelings truly were. "Like I said before, I have wanted this for a long time. And it's not just about the sex, which by the way was incredible. I've wanted a relationship with you, but I was too scared to make a move."
"Why were you scared?"
"Because it's you. You're beautiful, independent, and a force of nature. And I'm, well, me."
"And," she said trying to get him to continue.
"And that's it."
"You're crazy," she declared. "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."
Luke arched his eyebrow in question.
She smiled at him. "Yes, it's a movie quote, but it applies here. Except for the fact that I'm lying on top of you instead of standing in front of you."
He ran his hand along her face, cupping her cheek. "Are you asking me to love you, Lorelai?"
She leaned her head into his hand, closing her eyes and whispered, "Yes."
"You got it." He pulled her head down for a sweet kiss filled with promise for the future.