This picks up right after Kirk walks through the kitchen on their back together date night and Luke goes to get him
After dragging Kirk back into Rory's room and locking the door, Luke walked back into the kitchen. He grabbed a chair and propped it up against the knob, hindering any chance Kirk has of escaping during the night.
"So, I am pretty sure Kirk is out for the night."
"Oh yea, well, this is running across the town square naked Kirk we are talking about here. Can't put too much past him, awake or asleep," Lorelai responded, swallowing her last bite of ice cream before putting the lid back on.
"Well, just in case he does decide to try and leave Rory's room, god forbid naked, I propped a chair up to the knob, so unless he becomes David Copperfield, he won't be escaping any time soon."
"Ah, well done Mr. Fixit," she joked as Luke sat back down.
There was a moment of silence between them. It was the first time since they arrived at the restaurant that either of them was quiet. Both their stares were transfixed on the other's mesmerizing blue eyes. She smiled at him, for no real reason other than the fact that him being back in her house made her feel like things were right. Luke, being there, across from her… it was the way things were supposed to be. For the first time in over a month, including the week they had spent back together, she finally felt stable, calm. He felt this same calmness and smiled back.
"So….."she said, letting out a long sigh.
"So…." he responded, still keeping eye contact.
"I am guessing the only reason you so carefully secured Kirk in Rory's room was pure concern for his own safety. It has nothing to do with the message I left you about getting lucky, of course. Right?"
"Of course," he answered with a smirk.
"Well, you know, safety first, that's our motto here, baby."
"Yeah, your many unlocked doors definitely suggest that. Speaking of which, I still need to fix that lock back here."
He started to get up and walk towards the door. Lorelai grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards her.
"Are you insane? This is our back together date-night and you are talking about fixing my lock? We need to get our priorities straight here, mister. No fixing tonight…Are you not seeing the suggestiveness of the dress here?"
He smiled. Pulling his chair closer to her, he put both of his hands on the outside of her thighs.
"I believe I already commented on how much I like the dress," he said, leaning in to kiss her.
"And the shoes." He kissed her again, sliding his hands slowly up her thighs, landing lightly around her waist.
"And your hair," he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand up and ran it through the dark, wavy strands.
She laughed a little to herself. "In all our time apart, you certainly haven't forgotten how to do this part." He smiled, happy that he could still make her happy. She grabbed his shirt, almost yanking it off his chest, to pull him in for a deeper, longer kiss.
Wanting to close the distance between them, Luke placed his hands on her waist, and, leaving his seat he pulled her up with him until they were entangled in each other. She began to move her hands slowly up his arms. When she got to the wonderfully sculpted dent in his tricep, she squeezed a little before continuing up towards his neck. Lorelai stopped again when her hands reached his shoulders. She reveled, just for a moment, at the idea that this strong, muscular, protective man was hers again. Finally her hands finished their conquest to the top of his neck. Wrapping her arms around him as if she would never let go, she began to move.
Lorelai started pulling him towards the staircase, but the kitchen counter got in the way. Luke banged his hand against the edge, but he hardly noticed and definitely didn't care. He threw her up on top of the counter, moving his body in between her legs and pulling her torso in toward his. She slipped her hands from his neck down once again to his broad, sturdy shoulders. Wrapping her legs around him tightly, deepening the kiss, she almost let him take her right there in the kitchen. Then, she remembered what she had planned.
"Before we have yet another kitchen encounter on the uh, counter, here…I have a surprise for you upstairs."
"A surprise, huh?" Luke responded, with an excited yet questioning smirk.
"You'll like it," she said, sliding down him to let herself off the counter. She grabbed his hand and they quickly left the kitchen, scaled the stairs, went down the short hallway and ended up in Lorelai's room. She shut and locked the door behind them and told him to sit down on her bed. As she turned back around, she gave him one of her infamous awkward winks.
"Didn't we talk about your lack of winking ability before?" he teased.
"Yeah, yeah, I suck I know. Just sit down."
She went over to her closet and pulled out two oval shaped products.
"So, you know how Michel went to California? Well, he was telling Sookie and I about his trip and he mentioned how his teeth were done by the same guy who does Nick Lachey's, which of course made me think of Jessica Simpson, which then made me remember…"
"Oh, how did I know where this was going," he cut in, rolling his eyes back.
Oh you know you love it. So, what do you think,… passion fruit or vanilla swirl?
"I think as hot as that sounds, nothing with the words fruit and swirl should be anywhere near a man's body. "
"Oh come on, babe, they were all out of the rugged, masculine diner man scent." She slowly began to move toward him while taking off her shawl and seductively throwing it on the floor.
"You liked them before."
He blushed at this. He loved that her quirky comments could both embarrass him and turn him on at the same time. Grabbing the side of his face, she leaned down and gently kissed him. He felt the same desire he always had for her. This desire revolved around his torn intentions….on one hand, he wanted to rip both of their clothes off as quickly as possible,… on the other, though, he loved moving slowly, relishing each moment of the experience before moving on to the next.
Tonight, though, he decided that every minute should count.
He was still sitting on the bed. She was still standing in front of him. Luke thought it was necessary to fix this. Still kissing, he pulled on her waist as he began to lie down on the bed. She was caught off guard as he flipped her, almost roughly, onto the bed and quickly climbed over her.
"Wow," Lorelai giggled, both surprised and turned on. "So it's gonna be like that tonight, huh?"
He just smiled down at her.
"Now, Mr. Danes, this isn't just an attempt to make me forget about those two Jessica Simpson Dessert products over there, is it?"
"Oh, no, we will have a go at those another time. Tonight, though, after what we went through the last month, I think just you and me… together… is enough."
Lorelai sighed. He always did that. Luke always found a way to say the perfect thing at the perfect time.
She responded, "It always is."
With that, it started. It was the first time they had made love since before their breakup.
The night that Luke had stormed through her door and taken her breath away with that passionate kiss, they had mutually decided not to sleep together yet. They wanted to, of course. They wanted nothing more than to strip down, not just emotionally, but physically, and feel each other again. She wanted to touch his strong, heaving chest. He wanted to run his fingers along her soft, silky skin. But after pulling their lips apart from the mind-blowing kiss that lasted for what seemed like forever, they both knew that they had things to talk about before they could take each other fully.
And talk they did, for the entire night. Of course, this doesn't mean they weren't in physical contact. In fact, there wasn't a moment that night where they weren't holding hands, interlacing fingers, stroking arms and wiping tears.
After hours of sorting their relationship out that night, they both resigned to her bed. Luke held her as they slept. He held her heart, her tears and even her fears. Now that they were finally being honest though, he had assured her that everything that was happening was real. He was really back, he told her, for good.
Before they slept, though, they discussed the idea of a "back together" date. He thought it was a good idea to start things off fresh. She liked the thought of putting the pain of the past month behind them and moving on to what their relationship "could" be.
It was Luke's suggestion that they wait a week, until their "back together" date-night, to re-consummate their relationship. Of course, Lorelai put up a small protest at first, as she does with everything. Eventually, though, she realized waiting would make their whole night better.
Real, she thought. I can wait for him another week because this is real. He is here, and what he tells me I can trust because his feelings, and mine, are real.
So, they agreed. As hard as it was, they kept their physical longing under control the entire week.
And, after making love for the second time on their "back together" date-night, Lorelai, with her body half-draped over Luke while his arm held tightly around her, thought: "Moments this perfect are worth the wait. Luke,…was worth the wait.".