Notes: Sorry this took so long! I've been working on it for a while now, but it just didn't feel right. Anyway, I finally finished it today (Haha, I rhymed!) and here it is - a present to all my fellow JavaJunkie junkies!

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Chapter Three: Finally

Previously, on Gilmore Girls:

"Don't pull away again," she whispered.

"Never." And he reattached his lips to hers.

--

Heaven. This was heaven.

That was the only thing that managed to penetrate the thick haze of oblivion surrounding Lorelai's otherwise occupied brain. Why in the world they had not done this sooner was completely beyond her.

His lips tasted and felt even better than they looked, and his hands were soft and firm at the same time as they roamed over her body.

They broke apart for air again, this time resting their foreheads together as the sound of labored breathing filled the small space.

"Lorelai-"

Luke was interrupted by a banging on the elevator doors. Damn it, Lorelai cursed inwardly. Of all the times for them to be rescued.

"Folks?" A muffled male voice filtered through the metal. "Are you okay in there?"

We were until you came along, Lorelai thought. She was pretty sure she was going to hold a life-long grudge on whomever it was that interrupted them.

"Yes!" She managed to shout.

"Okay, well, we're going to open these doors about an inch, to give you some fresh air. We've located the problem, so you should be out in two minutes or so."

"Thank you!"

Luke was already moving away, and Lorelai did the same. They both stood to get the blood circulating in their legs - it seemed to have stopped at some point, though both had been to distracted to notice.

The tingling began to ebb slightly just as the doors slowly opened about an inch, as promised. Through the bottom foot and a half or so, Lorelai could still see the first floor lobby, and the small crowd of town residents gathered there. News traveled faster than fast in Stars Hollow.

She could feel tension, sexual and otherwise, still heavy in the air. She knew this thing would have to be resolved, but not then or there. There was not enough time, for one. She never got to make her second point, as the elevator jerked a couple times, and then started it's slow descent to the floor below.

--

"Man, look at their clothes! Somebody's been gettin' some!" Babette's voice, though intended to be discreet, filled the room as Lorelai and Luke emerged safe and sound from the elevator.

Rory, scrunching up her nose, turned to look at the older blonde woman. "Ew, Babette, that's my mom you're talking about!"

"I only wish it was me," Miss Patty mourned, from the other side of Babette.

"Oh, come on, Suga." Babette waved a hand. "Everyone's anyone knows this's been a long time comin'! Just be glad they're finally out of their misery."

Rory just shook her head and watched as a blur in a dark uniform that sounded suspiciously like Kirk hurled toward Lorelai and embraced her tightly.

"Lorelai! You're safe!"

"Aw, I love you too, Kirk." Lorelai said, giving him a pat on the back.

She waited for a few seconds, starting to become uncomfortable. "Okay, Kirk, I'm fine. You can let go now." When there was no reaction, Lorelai pressed harder, her voice more forceful than it had been. "Kirk, really, that's enough."

When he still didn't let go, Lorelai shot an imploring glance at Luke, who came over and tugged Kirk off of her. Kirk, however, was apparently not done hugging, and threw his arms around Luke instead. "Luke, I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Kirk, get the hell off me," Luke said, annoyed.

Lorelai watched, laughing, as Rory came over to join her.

"Hey, kid."

"Hey. See you got away from Kirk."

"Yeah. I think Luke might kill me later, though." She said, nodding to where Kirk still held Luke in a death grip, rambling on about his being sorry for not getting there sooner, but stopping halfway to the Inn because he remembered he had no idea how to fix an elevator - not to mention the fact that he had a deathly fear of them - and going to get the elevator company instead.

"That would certainly make an interesting story. 'Local Stars Hollow resident escapes death by elevator and suffocation only to be killed by friend and coffee supplier.'" She sneaked a glance at Lorelai. "Or has Luke's title changed at all since I was last informed?" She asked with a knowing grin.

"Maybe," Lorelai's smile said it all, and Rory knew they would talk later, when they were at home, safe from the town gossip mill.

--

The bell rang out at Luke's that night, just as he finished cleaning up.

Even though his back was to the door, Luke knew exactly who it would be, and he felt his heart rate speed up. He knew it shouldn't. He knew there was a possibility that she was coming to tell him that what happened in the elevator shouldn't have; that they should pretend like nothing had happened. But he couldn't seem to stop it.

He finally turned, giving the countertop one last swipe, and setting the cloth down before turning to look into the bluest of blue eyes that had invaded his dreams for years.

"Lorelai." Immediately, Luke cursed himself for not thinking of something else to say.

"Luke."

He could see her eyes sparkling with humor and thought that maybe it was a good sign.

"Coffee?"

"Need you ask?"

He shook his head at her, walking around the counter to pour some of the ever-present supply of coffee into a blue mug, setting it down before her.

"You know, that stuff'll-"

"Kill me. I know," She finished for him with a smile, before taking a sip of the steaming brown liquid.

She sat, nursing her mug of coffee, wondering if he was going to bring it up, or if she would have to. Not that she had a problem with doing it herself; she just couldn't seem to find the right words.

Yep, that's right, folks. Lorelai Gilmore has been rendered speechless; this is one for the books! She thought sarcastically to herself. In all seriousness, though, she was incredibly annoyed at herself. This was Luke. She shouldn't be feeling like this around him - like she was walking on eggshells...or really tall high heels.

What if he wanted to forget what had happened? Lorelai wasn't sure she would be able to take that. She didn't think she was in love with Luke - at least, not yet - but she knew she was well on her way. All of the frissions and butterflies - not to mention the dream she had while Rory was away in Washington D. C. - added up perfectly to that conclusion.

It was then that she made a decision. If she knew Luke - and she was pretty sure she did - he might not even bring the subject up at all, for fear of making her uncomfortable. So she would broach the subject all on her own. Lorelai still did not know exactly what she was going to say, but it had to be said, and she could only hope that it would come to her in the moment. She took a deep breath, and counted down for herself. Three. Two. One.

"Luke, I-"

"Lorelai-"

They both broke off, smiles that bordered on shy hovering on their lips.

"I just wanted you to know, what happened in the elevator today...it wasn't a mistake." Lorelai knew she had no reason to be so nervous when she saw his shoulders relax in an obvious relief of tension. Not to mention the expression in his eyes; the same one, she was sure, that she felt spreading throughout her body.

"It wasn't a mistake for me, either," He answered, coming out from behind the counter to where she stood.

"So, does this mean you'll be my boyfriend?" Lorelai asked, grinning, emphasizing the last word in a sing-song voice.

"As long as you never do that again," Luke answered, rolling his eyes even as he moved in closer, looping his arms around her lower back.

"No promises," She said, following suite and bringing her hands up to rest at the nape of his neck. "I think I might have to do it at least once a day."

"Once a month."

"Once a week?"

"I think I can live with that."

There was a pause, and they wore matching grins, just taking in the enormity of what was passing between them.

"Now, can I ask you something?" Lorelai's voice broke the silence.

"Maybe."

"Kiss me."

"With pleasure," He answered, and leaned down to do just that.

The End