Author's Note: Thank you so much for all the reviews! Seriously, they are greatly appreciated. I'd answer all your questions but to be honest not even I know the answers to some of them, but the ones I do know the answers to I don't want to write here because I want there to be a sort of mystery about it. Let me just say this: Things are a-happening. I haven't even really begun. I'm trying to take this story line how I want it, yet keep it along the lines of what ASP is hinting at for next season. So… please don't kill me, for I know the time will come when you will want too. ;)

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.

Warning: There is… sexual content in this chapter. I think I'm going to up the rating a bit because of it but you are warned. It's not something to expect all the time; I was just in the mood to write something dirtier today. Yeah, it'll pass. I'll put a + before it all happens, as it happens at the end if anyone wants to skip over it. You won't miss anything from the story if you do.

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She's Almost Perfect, but She's Not
Chapter 5- A Moment Like This

The following morning found Lorelai spread out on the floor of her room, her legs spread wide and a bandana tied around her head. She looked tired, and was sweaty but a fierce determination made her keep to the tedious task. Cleaning her room and making room for Luke.

Yes, that's right, Lorelai Gilmore was cleaning. Or attempting to clean, anyway. She had already cleaned out a whole dresser for Luke to use by moving the junk she had stored in it to a cardboard box, later to be thrown in a corner of the garage. Now was time for her to face her closet. Lorelai pulled herself up off the floor, wiping her hands on her jean shorts as she did so. Raising an eyebrow at her unorganized closet, she folded her hands across her stomach pouting at it, as to make it pity her so much it would clean itself.

Just as she was about to move forward and start the job, she heard the doorbell ring. Exclaiming in triumph she rushed out of the room and down the stairs, falling on the last step and tumbling onto the floor below with a bang.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, catching herself with her hands so she didn't fall the wrong way on her ankle.

"Lorelai?" she heard through the door as it opened slowly.

Lane slowly walked into the house, spotting the woman on the floor in an awkward position.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" she asked, hurrying over to Lorelai's side and helping her up. As she stood up, Lorelai noticed the smell of coffee and she sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, you know. Cleaning the closet, heard the pretty sound of the door bell and…"

"Saved by the bell?" Lane finished with a grin as she handed the cup of coffee she had placed on the table to Lorelai. "From Luke, of course."

"That man certainly is an angel. Thanks, hun. So what brings you around? I'm sure Rory contacted you…" Lane noticed her voice take on a different tone as she spoke about her daughter and felt an urge of sympathy for the woman whom was more of a mother to her than her own.

"Yeah, she called me last night. I just can't believe it. It's like she isn't the same Rory anymore, but I'm trying to be a supportive best friend, but it is not easy anymore." Lane followed Lorelai into the kitchen and sat down at the table, reaching for a strawberry that sat in a bowl in the middle of the table. One of Luke's touches, Lane assumed with a small internal smile.

"She called me too. After I get done with the pig sty known as my room, I'm packing her stuff up and taking it down." Lane watched as the woman sipped her coffee.

A wind blew in from the open window, causing a piece of hair to escape the bandana she was wearing. Unknowingly, Lorelai reached up and pushed it away, receiving a gasp from Lane.

"Ah!" Lane squealed, pulling Lorelai's left hand towards her and inspecting the ring. A blush crept onto Lorelai's features as Lane stared at it in awe. "When did this happen?" she asked with obvious happiness for her.

"A few days ago. It started with Rory, actually…" Lorelai divulged into the long story and Lane sat there and listened with rapt attention. She could tell Lorelai was happy to be able to tell someone about the whole thing. When she finished, Lane shook her head with happiness.

"I can't believe it. We've all been waiting for this for like, forever! Everyone is going to be so happy!"

"Lane, just please don't tell anyone, just yet, okay? Luke and I haven't really discussed when we were going to tell people yet."

"Oh! Sure, no problem. You can trust me. So, I'm assuming Rory doesn't know?"

"Nope. She called last night with her big news and I certainly wasn't going to tell her after that. I don't know what's going to happen, but she'll find out soon enough…"

"I'm sorry," Lane said apologetically, sharing a small smile with Lorelai and reaching for another strawberry. She knew Lorelai wouldn't mind. "Oh! What I came over here to tell you. The band is going on tour!"

"Wow! That's so great! You were so down when you thought you guys were breaking up, this is really great!"

Lorelai got up and hugged the girl she came to love as her own daughter.

"Yeah, Mamma really came through. I was surprised. She's the one who got us places to play. It is a Christian tour, though. We have to play at religious colleges all around Connecticut but we get to play! Our music will be out there! I wanted you to know, and also give you this…" Lane pulled a plastic covered piece of paper and handed it to Lorelai.

"'Backstage pass to any or as many concerts of your choice…' Thank you! I'll have to drag Luke along to one of them. You can count on me to be there."

"Thanks, Lorelai…" Lane uttered sincerely, sitting back down at the table, beginning a discussion of possible song choices.

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Lorelai stood and faced the wall in her daughter's room. The wall filled with Yale memorabilia, pictures of the two of them, pictures of Rory and Lane, Rory and her grandparents, Rory and Luke; plates advertising different places around the world, some of which they'd been to, others that Rory had planned to visit when she was a full fledged journalist.

She had finished with her room, managing to bag some clothes she hadn't worn in a few years, and smushing the rest together to fit Luke's clothing. Then she had taken a break, dreading the moment when she had to pack up everything of her daughter's. It was like she was making a Rory Box to accompany the ones of her ex-boyfriends.

Lorelai turned around and saw Luke standing behind her, a box in his hands, ready to pack things up. He gave her a small encouraging squeeze on the hand when he saw the tears swimming in her eyes.

He placed the box at the foot of the bed and went over to Rory's closet pulling the few remaining clothes off of the hangers and laying them gently on the bed for Lorelai to sort through. She nodded at him and began the process, taking deep breaths all along the way.

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After a day of exhausting cleaning, Lorelai flung herself into her bed at the end of the long day, not bothering to change into her pajamas. It was too hot in her room, as she hadn't gotten around to asking Luke to put in her air condition for the summer. She could remember trying to persuade Luke to let her keep it in all-year-round but he wouldn't have it.

She felt a large bounce on the bed, and saw a large figure plop next to her, a bucket of ice cubes sitting on the dresser, as well as two bottles of beer.

"You cleaned this place up pretty nicely, Miss Gilmore."

"It sounds like you're doubting my cleaning abilities, Mr. Danes," Lorelai retorted with a small, content smile as she felt the sweat roll down her back.

"Here, sit up," Luke instructed, pulling her up into a sitting position.

She felt his hands move around her waist and she felt him get up off the bed and kneel in front her. Her eyes were closed shut, trying to relax and clear her head of thought. It was too hot to think. Feeling her shirt move up over her head she opened her eyes and looked curiously at her fiancée. He was… undressing her.

"Well, it looks like someone is trying to take advantage of a very exhausted, pretty woman."

"Shh…" he whispered placing a finger on her lips to shush her. She nodded, going with it. Slowly, Luke ran a finger up Lorelai's sweaty stomach, sending a chill down her spine.

"Mmm…" she murmured, her eyes closing once more, as she felt his hand reach up and unclasp her bra which felt oddly tight at the moment.

A chill down her spine caused her to jump and open her eyes, until she realized Luke was running cold ice cube after cold ice cube up and down her bare back, causing her to express sighs of satisfaction. As the ice cubes started to melt, she felt Luke's tongue tickle her stomach and slowly make it's way up the length of her body, stopping only to pleasantly torture her as his tongue wrapped around one attentive, throbbing nipple, then the other, causing a cry of pleasure from Lorelai. She was aware of the fact that she was sweating more now than she was before.

"Luke…" she moaned, pushing her head back to allow better access. He took the hint and suckled gently, feeling himself stiffen at the pleasurable sounds she was making. Slowly, he moved away from that particular area and worked on removing her shorts.

First Luke removed his own white tee shirt that hung loosely on him as not even he was stupid enough to wear flannel in the heat wave they were experiencing. The weather had reached 97 degrees once again, and everyone was suffering. Somehow Luke managed to remove her shorts without her having to move. It was then that Lorelai pulled him closer to her and kissed him on the mouth, working his jeans off as well.

Once they and his boxer shorts were, she moved her mouth away from his and started kissing her way down to the particular area of him. Softly, she placed butterfly kisses the length of him, causing a grunt of torture from Luke. Grinning wickedly up at him, she pulled him into the bed with her, not bothering to pull the covers down. To hell with them, there's no one but us here… she thought as she moaned his name again. For the first time that day, Lorelai forgot about Rory, cleaning, and her mother and focused souly on herself. It was easy to do in the presence of the man who had captured her heart. She felt his finger move down into her, stretching her as far as she could and she felt herself utter a soft scream as she lost control. Lorelai felt him entering her, a second later, not giving her anytime to recover, the way she preferred. It was fast and rough, the way she wanted it on this particular night. They turned over and over again, him on top, her on top, and back again.

On most occasions they had gone slow, savoring every minute of the process, but tonight was about forgetting problems. Lorelai held on to Luke's back, scraping her nails along his skin, knowing there would be a mark in the morning, but she doubted Luke would care. He never had in the past as his clothing covered that particular area. She tried to hold onto the feeling, but in a moment it was over, and she felt him collapse onto her with a sigh. But in the next moment he was back up again, yet again giving himself or her no time in-between, working his magic on her again. They found their rhythm quickly, and as she followed his motions with her hips, they became faster and faster and once again she found herself in something far beyond her control. As it ended again, she felt Luke nibbling on her neck, and sucking the tender spot gently, whispering into her ear, 'I love you…' Lorelai smiled and whispered it back. It continued all throughout the night, or at least part of the night. Never once did they stop to catch their breath. Luke knew this was what Lorelai needed and he was only all too happy to assist her with her needs.

Author's Note: I know, not much happened, but more will be covered with Rory in the next chapter. I wanted to have a sweet, hot, passionate scene of Lukelai in this chapter and I couldn't fit it in if I added more Rory drama. Yeah, it was a little graphic and I hope it doesn't offend anyone. It was a one-time deal, unless it goes over well which then I may consider adding more of it.