Disclaimer: Hey, better late than never! Not mine.



Lorelai jumped up from the couch and turned to face him, blue eyes blazing and hands propped on her hips. "I used you! Is that what you want to hear? I used you to get back at Christopher, which backfired so badly. How was I to know that he would be a total jerk and proposition me in front of everyone? How was I to know that he would magically forget he had a girlfriend and that I had what he thought was a boyfriend standing not two feet away? How was I to know that he would cause yet another scene to further embarrass me in front of everyone? How was I to know –".

She seemed to run out of steam then. Her shoulders slumped forward, and she covered her face with her hands briefly before removing them to take a deep breath.

Luke leaned forward. "How were you to know what?" He tried to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice. Success was limited.

She sat down on the coffee table, unable to meet his eyes. She was silent for a moment. And then she whispered, "That I would enjoy kissing you so much…"


Chapter 6 – Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover

Lorelai trailed off after her startling admission. Well, startling to her. She hadn't thought she had it in her to say it out loud. She kept her gaze trained on Luke's knees, unable and unwilling to meet his eyes.

The silence stretched on slowly into unbearably uncomfortable territory, until Lorelai had to be true to herself and break it. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked tentatively.

"Uh…no thanks," Luke answered, sounding distracted. "I, uh, don't know what to say."

He got up from the couch, jostling her knees as he did. Lorelai sensed him walking away and figured it was safe to lift her eyes. Her gaze followed him around the room as he paced from one end to the other, obviously deep in thought. He was making her nervous. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again when she realised that she wasn't going anywhere with her thoughts.

Finally, Luke stopped pacing and turned to face her. "Are you sure?"

"Am I sure of what? On whether I'm offering you something to drink? Pretty much. Unless you're about to do something that will make me rescind my offer…"

Luke sighed, exasperated with her antics. "Could you be serious for a minute, here? This is big."

"I know." She rose from the couch and slowly walked over to stand in front of him. Boy, do I know, she thought as she looked up to his face, feeling as though she was seeing him, really seeing him for the first time. She noticed the blue of his eyes and the lines around them, the set of his nose, the familiar stubble and the fullness of his lips. Would it be so terrible to want more than our friendship? To cross that line from friends to lovers? Her train of thought frightened her, yet somehow comforted at the same time. She was considering stepping into the unknown, but with someone she trusted implicitly. It felt…good. Provided he felt the same way…

She noticed then that he too was letting his eyes roam over her face, taking in her features. His expression struggled to remain impassive, but the battle was lost when his gaze landed on her mouth. She could almost taste the yearning she saw in his eyes, and knew it reflected what could be seen in her own.

"Lorelai," Luke began, "when we, uh, kissed at the diner…it shouldn't have happened. I know it was under weird circumstances, that you normally wouldn't have done it, but…" he trailed off, unable to meet her eyes.

"But what?" Lorelai hated the sound of her voice at that moment; part insecure, part impatient and part hopeful. When did I become that girl?

"…it's something I've thought about from time to time over the years. Kissing you, I mean. It never went further than that because, well, uh…"

"What, Luke? You know you can tell me," she prodded.

"Jeez, Lorelai, this isn't easy for me!" Luke exploded. "I've wanted this for years, ok? Years! But I wanted it to be because of me, not because of some psycho need to make someone else jealous."

"Luke, it wasn't like that!" Lorelai exclaimed, but figured she should backtrack when she saw the flash on anger cross his face. "Uh, that expression always works on TV…well, it wasn't entirely like that…it was meant as a casual I'll see you later at home, oh boyfriend of mine kind of kiss. I didn't mean for it to become a oh my God, I can't believe I'm fantasising about ripping this man's clothes off in the middle of a diner kind of kiss. It just happened…and I can't honestly say that I'm sorry or that I wouldn't want to do it again, soon. Real soon. Like now. Now would be good."

Lorelai noticed she was babbling and rapidly came to the conclusion that she didn't care. Talking about the kiss and mentally reliving it while the object of her desire stood not a foot away was making her all hot and bothered, which was still a strange feeling to have with regards to Luke. Strange good, though.

She realised she had yet to received a response from Luke. She thought her words would motivate him to plant one on her, at the very least. With the way she was feeling, she figured she could have in upstairs in little more than 10 seconds, 20 seconds tops.

"Luke? Did I lose you there?" She waved her hand in front of his face. He surprised her by reaching up, quick as a cat, and grabbing it before she could move away.

"Why are you always in such a rush, Lorelai? I need time to process." He let go of her hand and turned away from her to stride towards the kitchen. "I think I'll have that drink now." And he left her alone in the living room, wondering whether she should wait or follow him.

Waiting would be smart, but following him was more fun. So she too left the room and headed for the kitchen. She spotted him standing in front of the open fridge door.


He turned to face her, shutting the door after taking out a bottle of water. "Lorelai, you need to understand that if anything happens between us, I won't want it to be just a one-time thing. I'll want more. Before we do anything, I have to be sure that you aren't just messing with me. I need to know that you're serious."

Whoa, she thought. To think that Luke would actually want more with her was flattering and scary and great. She watched him as he made his way towards her and stopped in front of her. The look in his eyes made her shiver. She felt the now-familiar heat stirring in her stomach, awakening her nerves.

"Well?" he asked.

Two can play that game, she thought. "Why are you always in such a rush, Luke? I need time to process," she teased, echoing his earlier words.

"Cute, Lorelai. Do me a favour and clue me in. What it is you want exactly?" Luke asked, exasperated.

Lorelai cocked her head to the right, considering him carefully before answering. "I think the words of Sophie B. Hawkins best describe what I'm trying to tell you."

Luke rolled his eyes. Trust Lorelai to utterly confuse him instead of giving him a straight answer.

Lorelai closed the gap between them and twined her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. She stretched her neck so her lips grazed his ear when she spoke. "I'll spare you this time; I'm guessing 90s rocker chicks aren't your forte. But if you can figure it out…" She trailed of suggestively and gently bit his earlobe to drive her point home.

He groaned before wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and dipping his head to her neck. She dimly registered the sound of the plastic water bottle hitting the floor. He stood there for a moment, breathing her in, trying to get a grasp on what was happening.

They stood like that for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a minute or two. Lorelai was acutely aware of the feel of his body against hers. He was tall and solid and warm and damn but he smelt good. The ever-present heat shifted then and spread through her like wildfire. She moved then, slowly and softly nuzzling his neck with her nose, inhaling him.

That little change in their stance drove him to action. Lorelai realised he was pushing her backwards, but didn't truly register what was happening until her back hit the wall. His lips came crashing down on hers with a sense of urgency that she would never have expected from him. She revelled in it, teasing his lips open so she could slip her tongue between them to deepen the kiss.

When she heard his responding moan, she untangled her arms from around his neck and slid them around his waist, pulling him in even closer, wanting, needing, to feel herself being crushed between the wall and him. A rock and a hard place, she thought. Dirty!

She sank into the kiss. Their relatively innocent one at the diner paled in comparison to the heated embrace they were now sharing. Caught in the moment, she snaked her hands under his shirt and untucked his T-shirt to slide her hands up the bare skin of his back. It was soft to the touch and warm under her fingers. She moaned into his mouth, which urged him to part her legs with his thigh and press into her, sending arrows of lust shooting through her body.

"Upstairs," she whispered against his lips.

Luke released her lips and leaned his forehead against hers. "What about Rory?" he panted.

"Not here," she kissed his cheek. "Won't be back for hours," she planted a feather-light kiss on his lips. "Long, long movie," she gently licked the sensitive spot beneath his ear and lightly blew on it. "Place to ourselves," she whispered into his ear.

"But…" he protested weakly.

"Luke," she cajoled. "I'm about to go against the fourth item on Dr. Laura's '10 Stupid Things Women Do to Mess Up Their Lives' list. I'd love to do it with you…" she trailed off, letting him interpret that last bit as however he saw fit. She wiggled against him suggestively to help convince him. "Take me upstairs."

Wordlessly, he stepped back and held out his hand. She took it, and allowed him to lead her to the stairs.


Afterwards, as they lay spent over the covers of her bed, Luke looked over at Lorelai and could not believe what had just transpired. After years of yearning, it had finally happened, and it was better than any of his fantasies. It was real. She was real. His gaze landed on her neck, where he had used his lips and teeth and tongue to brand her as his and he smiled.

"What are you grinning at?" Lorelai's voice, heavy with sleep yet teasing just the same, drifted over him and lit another fire within. He never thought he'd hear her like this.

"I'm just bummed that I can't figure out the reference," Luke admitted as he traced lines over the curves of her back.

She turned around to face him, and he was once again caught by the teasing look in her eyes. "I would've thought you'd have forgotten all about it…I'm impressed…"

"Well, enlighten me."

"I was referring to a song title," Lorelai admitted. "I've been waiting for, like, almost a decade to use it on the right guy. This was my chance…"

"Uh-huh. Well, what is it?"

Luke watched, entranced, as Lorelai blushed and rose up to support her head on her elbow. She demurely dropped her eyes and spoke in a whisper, so soft he couldn't make out what she said.

He lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "What was that?"

"Damn, I Wish I Was You Lover"

Luke smiled.



A/N – Well, this is the end of the line for my first-ever real multi-chapter fic. It was fun, and it gave me some good ideas and practice for the future. Thanks again to all those who took the time to read and review. It really means a lot, and it is always greatly appreciated.

A/N : I tried, I really did, to smuttify this last chapter. Alas, I just couldn't do it. Maybe one day I'll manage to take it beyond PG-13 (or T, apparently). Here's hoping!