Evil Dr. Danes and the Mutant Gilmore Girl From Space!

A/N: This is a dirty vignette series of the past, present and future! Just as a warning, story itself will jump back and fourth in time.

The title was basically my attempt to make it sound all cool and B-movie without being too obscure.

And here is just a little somethin'-somethin' to get ya started...

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Luke asked Lorelai, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Lorelai was wearing a charcoal grey business suit with a short cropped skirt, one she hadn't worn in years, certainly not since she and Luke had been together.

Luke kissed her aggressively, blatantly ignoring all the groceries she had just brought in, that were now sitting on the counters and kitchen table in brown paper bags. Lorelai moaned into his mouth and he took one of her hands from it's tight grip upon his shoulder, guiding to down to caress the bulge in his jeans. Upon contact Lorelai let out a low moan, which prompted Luke to enter her mouth with his tongue. He brought his left hand down to fondle her butt under her short skirt, and the right tightly gripped her breast buried under her suit coat.

Lorelai had managed to unclasp Luke's belt in that time, but impatience won out from Luke as he withdrew both hands and freed himself from his jeans and boxers. Lorelai immediately grabbed his erection, and Luke's left hand returned to it's exploration of her butt. He wasted no time in caressing the crevice of her ass, letting out a moan of his own when he realized she only had a T-string thong on. It made him even harder knowing that she had gone to work that day with so little separating her sex from the rest of the world.

With that thought he spun her around so his throbbing cock was pressed up against her rear. He grabbed her hands and held them behind her back with one hand, and reached for her fabric encased clit with the other.

"Do you feel how hard you make me?" he asked her, tightening his grip on her wrists, which made her moan louder. "I'm gonna push you down on this table Lorelai, and fuck you hard."

And with that, he pushed her forward on the table, spilling several paper bags of groceries, mostly unnoticed, to the floor. Still holding her hands firmly behind her back he decided to improvise a little. In one swift motion he stripped his belt from his jeans and wrapped it around her wrists to join them together. Then he was free to take both hands to pull her cheeks apart and inspect the curve of her ass. He teased her anus with his throbbing erection and quickly slipped it into her wet warmth. Lorelai moaned his name and so Luke began to pump into her furiously. He reached around to tease her clit, that was still hidden behind her thong. Instead of pushing the thong aside, he pulled it tightly towards her belly button, causing additional stimulation for Lorelai and himself, as he also felt the string rub against his cock as he pumped into her. Lorelai began to moan in his name and tighten her muscles, signaling to him that her orgasm was close. Suddenly needing to feel her in his hand, he tore the thong from her body and placed his hand over her clitoris.

Luke grabbed her joined wrists with his other hand and leaned onto them, which caused Lorelai to arch her back more. Luke bit Lorelai's suit-covered shoulder as he sped up his thrusts, finally losing himself to his climax as she let out a guttural moan signaling her own.

Completely out of breath and soaked in sweat, Luke lifted himself from her body, completely unable to speak. First he moved to quickly untie Lorelai's hands from her back, knowing how uncomfortable it made her after they were done. Before he had a chance to pull his pants up from around his knees, or her skirt back down from her waist, Lorelai had stood and leaned bodily against him, forcing him to stumble into the kitchen counter, unintentionally bringing their bare body parts back into contact.

Letting out a low, satisfied chuckle, Luke wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Lorelai grinned happily into his sweat soaked t-shirt. "You owe me a new thong," she told him, unable to hold back her own satisfied laugh.

"If I can keep ripping them off you, I'll buy you a thousand more," he responded huskily while bringing his hands back down to caress her exposed rear end.