AN: Hello, my dear readers. I didn't forget my smutty readers, I just don't have tons of time at the moment. But boy, did I look surprised when I saw it had been nearly a year since I had last updated here. Sorry for that! The idea for this story is about as old as the first chapters of Coffee and Flannel, I just had to wait for the right mood to write this. I planned on writing just a quick little chapter, but before I could say "Hand me strawberries", I had over 4000 words. Unplanned, but I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy and if you like you can leave me a review.

Chapter Eighteen: Fruity

Lorelai tried to sneak several peeks into Luke's bowl. She hoped he wouldn't notice. She really, really hoped he hadn't already noticed. She wouldn't hear the end of it if he had already caught her. Her own bowl was filled to the brim with a nice selection of everything: peanut butter cups, Red Vines, pieces of dark chocolate, cracker jacks. Something had to be seriously wrong with her for even glancing into Luke's bowl that he casually held in his lap.

She forced for focus back on the TV screen. Too bad she wouldn't watch the movie that night, for the aroma from Luke's bowl was simply too strong. It was her own fault, too. It had been her idea to get him "Luke snacks", as she had put it. But now she was really regretting it. It came from a good, caring place though. Lorelai wanted to be a good hostess and was determined to make Luke feel comfortable. And who knew, maybe movie nights with him could turn into a regular thing? As weird as it first seemed, she liked having him next to her on the couch. After the first ten minutes of debate over her junk food his face even went back to normal and the disgust left his features. Normal, what was that for Luke? Handsome for sure, but there was something else. Lorelai couldn't quite put her finger on it.

He threw her a look, a question mark in his eyes.

"What?" she asked him.

"What're you thinking about?"

"Why would I be thinking about anything? I was just watching the movie," she replied nonchalantly.

"No you weren't," he insisted.

"How would you know?"

"Because for every other scene you were watching me, and just now, you weren't."

"It wasn't such an important scene."

"Yes it was. And you looked at me every other time Ingrid Bergman and Humphrey Bogart were on screen together."

Damn! "But you told me to stop it. I just did what you asked me to do," she defended herself.

"Yeah right. Because everybody knows you always listen to me," Luke scoffed.

"All right," she said annoyedly and threw her arms up, "I give up. I did it because I looked at your bowl."

"My bowl? Is that code for...?" he asked and motioned to his groin with his head where he held the ceramic bowl that was about the size of the coffee cups at his diner.

"Dirty! I looked at the fruit in your bowl! Better?"

"Why would you do that?" he pressed.

"Um, uh," she stuttered, "because it looks good."

Surprise etched on his face, he felt as if she was pranking him. "It looks good to you?"




"Fruit looks good to you?"

"How often are you gonna repeat it? Yeah, it looks good to me."

He touched his palm to her forehead.


"Just checking if you're OK."

"I'm OK."

"OK," he said and tried to watch the rest of the movie.



"Can I get a strawberry?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because you prefer Red Vines over Twizzlers to avoid the taste of fruit. And now you want a strawberry?"

"For years you tell me to eat better and when I want one of your strawberries, you're all possessive. All right, you don't wanna share. And I thought I was the only child in the room..."

"Fine," he announced and shoved a strawberry in her mouth.

Lorelai was more than surprised by his bold move. She quickly chewed and flashed him a gentle smile. "Thanks."

"How was it?"

"So good! Am I dying or something? Why do I like fruit all of a sudden?"

"Are you telling me you never have fruit? Ever?"

"I like blueberry muffins. And banana pancakes. You decorate your plates with fruit sometimes-" she remarked before she was interruped.

"-which you always leave on it so it goes straight into the trash can."

"And I use berry shampoo" Lorelai added.

"Oh yeah? How does it taste?" he smiled.

"If that lather weren't so distracting..." she joked.

He gave her a brief chuckle. "If you ate the fruit on your plates at the diner, I wouldn't have to throw it out."

She used this moment to steal a raspberry from his bowl.

"You know, you could have made your own bowl."

"I have my own bowl."

"Full of junk."

"Full of goodness."

"Then why are you stealing from my bowl?"

"If you were a gentleman, I wouldn't need to steal anything."

"You want me to offer you some of my fruit?"

"You can feed me if you want to," she said and never in a million years thought he'd actually go through with it. But she was proven wrong when he held a grape in front of her mouth. With her hand she brought his fingers close to her lips and sucked the grape right from his grasp. For a millisecond the pad of his index finger touched her lips, and it occured to him that a line had just been crossed. With the strawberry, he hadn't given it too much thought and just shoved it into her mouth. But now, there was more nuance, hesitation, provocation even behind it all. Lorelai, however, seemed unaware and munched on the grape before giving him a look that told him he wasn't going to get any of his fruit.

"You want some?" she asked him and held her bowl in front of his face.

"It doesn't work that way," he denied.

"What way?"

"We're not gonna bond over the fact that I made you eat healthy and you made me eat junk in return," he shook his head for emphasis.

"Whoa, what's going on here?" she asked him and put her bowl on the coffee table.

"Nothing. I just don't want you to tempt me, Lorelai."

"OK," she said with knitted brows. "What do you mean 'tempt' you?"

When he didn't instantly react, she didn't know how to take it at all. But even after a few moments he stayed silent.

So she repeated her question. "What do you mean with 'tempt' you? Sweets are tempting to you?"

He audibly exhaled. "Never mind."

"Hey," she said and softly punched his shoulder, "I wanna know what this all about! I thought we were exchanging our snacks here. But you seem offended all of a sudden. Why is that?"

He remained quiet again, looking to the TV where the long forgotten movie was still running.

"Come on, Luke. What was that thing about me tempting you with the candy? Are you secretly a junk food junkie? Is this the point where you confess to me that you're merely fronting and you love sweets?"

"Hardly," he replied, his voice now softer. He even managed to look at her, though not in the eye.

"What is it then?" she asked patiently.

"I wasn't talking about the candy," he told her and swallowed thickly. "I was talking about you."


He nodded.

"Me tempting you?"

Again he nodded.

"Tempting you with...?"


And with that, the penny dropped.

"Oh," was all she managed to get out. After a while though, she added, "Wait, so you thought I'd feed you the stuff from my bowl, and then what?"

"I don't know. But I didn't want your fingers near my mouth."

"Care to explain that?"

"Lorelai, do I have to spell this out to you?"

"Well, frankly, yeah."

"Oh, is that so? That's odd to me. But maybe you have other men feeding you fruit and their fingers touching your lips and this is all normal to you?"

There it was again, the word normal.

"What does this even mean? No, I don't have other men feeding me. You're the only one who feeds me, both figuratively and now literally. And what is this jealousy for other men? Unless you talk about Michel, there are no other men I see on a daily basis. No one feeding me fruit. I honestly don't get anything that has happened here in the last five minutes. You offered to spell it out for me, now could you please do that?"

"My finger touched your lip, Lorelai. And you acted so cool and nonchalant about it. I couldn't guarantee for the same behavior if the shoe were on the other foot."

"First of all, I didn't notice your finger, and second of all," she stopped for a dramatical pause, "neither could I."

He suddenly turned his head to her and searched her eyes for confirmation. She returned his look, and stretched out her arm to fish in his bowl, her eyes never leaving his. When she found was she was looking for, she put a raspberry between her teeth and hoped he would get the clue. Her entire body was on alert when she saw how he leaned in. His lips came in contact with hers as he gently tried to bite a piece off the berry. As soon as his mission was accomplished he quickly swallowed the fruit and pressed his lips fully to hers, his heart beating so loud he was afraid she was going to hear it.

To Lorelai this was the most delicious kiss she's ever had. In her years of young motherhood she didn't have many opportunities to have kisses or sex, so when it happened, she stayed more on the traditional side of things. Partly because she didn't know better, but partly because her itch was in desperate need of some scratching and she didn't have the nerve to experiment much. She felt like this was her chance to change that and try out some things. She again blindly reached for the bowl with fruit and fished out a strawberry. A quick second of separation later, the berry was secured between her front teeth and her eyes pleaded with his to let her do this. He didn't hesitate for a moment before he repeated their little game, this time eager to suck her lower lip into his mouth with his half of the berry. She moaned into the kiss and hurried to chew and swallow the fruit, her body tingling from their intimate contact.

This time it was Luke who reached for the bowl. And just like Lorelai, he was looking into her eyes the whole time. He had never dreamed to see this color in her eyes, but he was glad to see the warm, beaming, bright blue and he filed it away for all eternity. Lorelai could tell that he was having a moment, though she couldn't one hundred percent tell what this was about. What she did notice was that Luke looked at her differently. Lovingly. Seeing this side of him was something she decided she liked. He was always trying so hard to just show his gruff, grumpy side to everyone, but over the years Lorelai knew there was more to him. Coaxing it out of him had been her mission on a good day, but to be rewarded with this look he was giving her made it all worth it. She couldn't wait any longer, she had to kiss him again, fruit or no fruit. She grabbed him by the collar of his flannel and pulled him flush to her chest, kissing him passionately, roaming his head and back with her hands and knocking this hat off of him. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, asking it to dance with hers. He groaned in response and gladly accepted her offer.

When they both needed a lungful of air, he seized his chance and finally made use of his loot from the fruit bowl. He dangled a bunch of grapes in front of her face. He was playful, pulled it away when she opened her mouth to bite one off the bunchstem. She grinned at his move, trying to catch it with her tongue. But again he pulled it away as she just was making contact with a grape.

"No fair!" she said.

He grinned right back at her. "You want the grape?"


"How badly?"

"Pretty badly," she breathed.

"Are we still talking about the grape?" he asked her and the low rumble of his deep voice triggered a wave of arousal in her body.

"You tell me," she replied.

Luke blinked once, twice, and kissed her softly. She stared into his eyes and turned up the wattage on her smile.

She opened her mouth to speak. "You look beautiful, you know that?"

"No. You never told me."

"And nobody else did?"

"Handsome, yes. Beautiful, no."

"You can be glad I just did, huh?"

"Yes. And now we need to come up with a new word. Because beautiful doesn't even begin to describe you."

"That was possibly the sweetest thing I ever heard you say, Luke."

"Don't get used to it," he shrugged.

"How about lorelai? You know, as a synonym for beautiful?" she smiled.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" he asked her.

"I don't know. After all those years, nothing I say or do should surprise you anymore."

"I know. But you wouldn't be you if you didn't surprise me."

"Then I'm in good company I guess. You surprised the hell outta me today."

"Yeah?" he grinned.

"Yeah. Can I get the grape now?" Lorelai wanted to know, his body this entire time still partially on top of hers.

"You still want it?" he said with a quiet, low voice.

"More than anything. I never knew I'd want the grape that much," she replied and looked him right in the eyes.

"But you do?"

"So much," she practically whispered.

And with that he raised his arm and the grape appeared in the field of Lorelai's vision. Luke held it by the bunchstem and dangled it in front of her mouth, but before she could fully register, he crushed the fruit in his fist. Suddenly juice was everywhere and Lorelai had a rather surprised look on her face. He quickly licked the sweetness off her face, chin and neck, and spent more time licking and sucking the latter. Lorelai's facial expression changed from surprise to pure delight. His tongue felt heavenly against her skin and he used just the right amount of suction to get her blood boiling.

Lorelaid took his hand to suck the juices off of him. His mind was going insane with the visual of his fingers in her mouth, not to mention his body's immediate reaction.

She moaned her approval when he hit that spot that she knew would drive her insane. She slipped her hands down his back and only stopped when he reached the cheeks of his ass. She just had to know if the rumors that mostly Miss Patty and Babette had spread held up. She guessed they were part of the reason why Luke dressed like he did, to prevent the looks and occasionally pinches he received on his backside. Even Sookie had been lucky enough to feel Luke's ass and after a few months of guessing and one particularly vivid sex dream Lorelai could finally feel for herself.

"Nice ass," she mumbled, but didn't notice she did.

Luke didn't reply, he was way too distracted by her scent and the way her skin felt and tasted. He had made his way down her chest and his tongue dipped between the valley of her breasts, which made it harder for Lorelai to still grasp his ass.

"And the theme of the night continues," she remarked.

That made him perk up. "What?"

"Your ass is out of reach. Just like you did with the fruit," Lorelai pouted. He just had to kiss it away.

"Always complainin'," he said and went back to kissing the top of her breasts.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"Call me Luke," he smiled.

"You're sassy tonight."

"You're always sassy. Can't let me have tonight?"

"Yes," she groaned, and he didn't know if she was replying to his question or to the fact that he now firmly cupped her left breast in his hand, while his other hand went to work on the buttons of her blouse.

As he freed her of the garment and sat up in the process, Lorelai opened his belt and jeans and as soon as her own buttons were all unbuttoned she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders. Luke took the time to pull both his flannel and t-shirt over his head at the same time. That was another advantage of loose-fitting clothes. Not that he could ever have anticipated that it would become useful in a situation like this. He looked at Lorelai just lying in her bra and jeans in front of him, her chest heaving and her furled nipples showing through the flimsy material of her bra. He felt like a kid in the candy store. He got several signals of where his mouth wanted to be next, not to mention what other parts of his body craved, and he had to make a choice. He lowered himself onto her again, his arms snaking around her back to unclasp her bra. He fumbled for a good while with the clasp.

"Sorry," he said with pink cheeks. "I'm no bra expert."

"It's OK," Lorelai assured him, not having expected otherwise. As long as he was better with the good stuff... She grabbed her bra between the cups and let the straps come down her arms and by that bared herself to him from the waist up. Impatient as she had barely seen Luke, he wasted no time and covered her breasts with his hand and mouth, desperate to pebble her nipples even more. He sucked it into his mouth, while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. He then changed position to give them equal treatment and couldn't help but moan at the feeling this was giving him. The confines of his jeans were getting tighter by the second, so he had to stop his ministrations to take them off. Lorelai used the opportunity to get up and draw the curtains, her left arm in front of her breasts to protect her privacy.

As she turned around and walked back to the couch he looked at her quizzically. "Aren't you afraid that someone might see you like that?"

Her brow furrowed. "That's kind of why I drew the curtains closed."

"Yeah, but you did it with no top on."

"Are you complaining about the view?" she teased him and removed her arm that she had held in front of her breasts.

"No. I just don't want anyone else to have the privilege of getting that view."

"Nice save," she nodded as she stood between his legs.

Luke sat up a little so her breasts were right in front of his face. With his hands on the waistband of her jeans he pulled her forward and gently rubbed his bristly cheek against her nipple.

Lorelai's eyes closed automatically and she quietly moaned. "Feels good."

He hummed his approval and slowly repeated the motion with his other cheek on her right nipple. She brought her hands to his shoulders for support. Luke's hands were now on her ass and he pulled her even closer to himself. He sucked her nipple into his mouth again and soon after felt her fingernails on the nape of his neck before she combed through his hair with her fingers.

Luke's hands came around to her front and he opened the button and zipper of her jeans. He stripped them down her legs and as soon as she had stepped out of them and had taken off her socks, she wasted no time and sat on his lap. Together they sank into the cushions of the couch and kissed each other deeply, their sexes only separated by two layers of underwear. Luke's hands were roaming the soft skin on her back, but he couldn't keep them away from her ass for too long. He curled his fingers into the waistband of her panties because he needed to touch her everywhere.

"Do you want me to get dressed?" he asked in between kisses.

She frowned. "No!"

"I meant with a condom," he clarified.

"Oh. Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

"Do you ever not mock?"

"It was right there!"

"So you're sticking with your reply? About, you know, protection?"

She smiled. "No. Which makes my answer 'yes'."

"Do you have anything?"

"Purse," she said and stood up to get it.

When she returned, Luke had taken off his boxers and sat back down on the couch. He fingered the edge of her panties again, but this time he urged them down her hips and she took them off completely. Lorelai looked at his erection, her clit throbbing with anticipation. She gave Luke the condom and he put it on. She sat back on his lap, his hands on her waist and slowly inching their way to her backside. She moved forward a bit, his cock now trapped between her folds. Luke's fingers moved between his thighs and her ass. He could feel her wetness on his fingertips as he sought out her opening. He easily slid in and she moaned in response. She wiggled forward, eager to get more than his finger inside her. Luke removed his finger and replaced it with is hardness. She lifted up a bit to grant him better access and lowered herself back down to let him fully slip into her.

Both let out a content sigh at the contact.

"This feels..." Lorelai said, at a loss for words.

"...heavenly," he completed.

She pressed a kiss on his lips. "Yes." And with that, she started to move up and down, slowly at first. Lorelai held his face in her hands and assaulted his mouth with hers. She lifted her pelvis higher and came down more forcefully on his cock. Luke moaned into her mouth. She felt better than perfect around him. He hugged her tightly to his chest, which made it almost impossible for them to keep kissing each other. He moved his mouth to her neck and shoulder, licking and biting her while she rode him. She increased her speed a bit, just fast enough to make it feel more intense, but too slow to let it escalate yet.

"God," she heard Luke mumble against her collarbone where he suckled her sensitive skin.

Lorelai forced herself to not speed up, wanting to elongate this pre-orgasmic bliss. She gasped when he covered her breasts with his hands, her taut nipples pressing into his palm. She circled her hips and Luke screwed his eyes shut at the sensation of her inner walls grasping his cock. He felt his cock twitch and his now tight grip on her hips made her speed up further. His hands went around her to grip her ass again. With little pressure he gently pulled her cheeks apart.

"Fuck," Lorelai commented on his move.

Her hands left his body and with her fists she tighly gripped the back rest of the couch. Luke gave open-mouthed kisses to her neck and chest this whole time and her skin was prickling from his stubble. It elevated her pleasure and she knew her orgasm was building fast.

She felt his grip on her ass getting tighter and he tried to slow her down somewhat. "Lorelai," he pleaded.

Lorelai slowed down to bring her lips to his for a demanding, yet slow and sensual kiss. His grip on her lessened, but his desire was still as strong. He opened his eyes and saw her looking at him, her eyes incredibly bright and full of lust. Her movements changed from up and down to back and forward motions, her clit now rubbing against his pubic bone and the base of his shaft. Luke tried to still her movements a bit by hugging her to him and thrusting into her at the same time. She felt his cock enter her even deeper than before and couldn't help but releasing a deep, long moan. She pressed her breasts into his face and he welcomed her nipples into his mouth with ardor.

"Luke, now," she almost shrieked with pleasure.

Grateful for her signal, he pumped into her with more force, his own orgasm just a few thrusts away. She didn't leave him in the dark about her own orgasm when she started to mumble his name and one or the other profanity in her frenzy, her fists buried deep in the cushion of the back rest of the couch. A low groan announced Luke's orgasm as she continued to ride his pole.

A few minutes later and still connected in the most intimate way, they exchanged kisses and words of affection.

"Thank God you never ate the fruit in the diner. You would have humped me right in front of everyone."

"We would have been the talk of the town for years."

"I'm glad I got you to eat some fruit at all."

"I kinda liked the way you fed it to me."


"Next time we're gonna do it my way though."

Luke frowned. "I thought we just did it your way."

"Next time there will be chocolate sauce, whipped cream and fudge," she insisted.

"Aren't we sticky enough from the fructose?" he asked and licked some residue sweetness off her neck.

"You're not thinking this through. The stickier the foreplay, the longer the shower afterwards," she grinned and sucked his lower lip into her mouth to bite it gently.

She could see the wheels turning in his head. "You got some whipped cream here?"

"Duh, it's in the fridge."

"Strawberries and whipped cream are supposed to be a great combo."

"I've heard that, too."

"Wanna try it?" he asked, not knowing if he was talking about fruit or a relationship.

"Definitely," she smiled, but made to move to break their connection.