Too Cute for Luke

Chapter 11: Fantasy Maker

Well, my final chapter is here and I'm a little sad. This is my first chapter story and I really had fun writing it. I'm so thankful to all the readers who stuck by this alternative little story. Thank you so much for all the support and feedback. Thank you for such insightful reviews.

I need to thank the most awesome Beta in the world, Jewels12. You worked so hard with me on this. It was so fun getting your comments and suggestions. I still don't know how I got so lucky as to find you! Thank you, it's been a pleasure. Hopefully we'll work on many, many more stories together.

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Luke and Lorelai settled in the limo quietly. Their shoulders and heads were leaning up against each other, fingers entwined, as they contemplated the nights events.

Lorelai started nervously, "Luke, I'm so sorry to disappoint you."

"Why are you sorry?" he asked earnestly.

"I wanted to give you something special for your birthday, something to show you how much I love and appreciate all that you do for me."

"I know you do, Lorelai," he said, squeezing her hand.

"You're not mad at me?"

"Now, why would I be mad at the sexiest woman alive?" he asked, sitting up while putting his arm around her shoulder, and pulling her body next to his.

"Because you didn't get to live out your fantasy." She looked at him with a slightly troubled expression.

"But I did."

"What do you mean? We didn't even get to any of the…interesting stuff."

"What's your definition of 'interesting stuff'?"

"Well, you know…" she said.

"Hmm, the interesting stuff? Like my beautiful fiancée participating in a scenario where I get to do body shots with two beautiful women?" he said through an impish grin. "Isn't that the interesting stuff?" he asked, trailing kisses along her cheek and jaw

"I guess if you put it that way, it sounds interesting."

"How about this for interesting?" He kissed her lips.

"Mmmmm, that's pretty good," she said, smiling.

"And this?" He kissed her more insistently and lightly sucked on her bottom lip."

"Yeah, that's pretty good, too." she agreed, then pulled away. "But, I saw a look on your face. It wasn't happy."

"What look? There was no look."

"Yeah, there was…something. Are you sure you're not mad?"

"No, I'm not mad. I'm just a little, um, unsettled, I guess." His face became serious and his voice dropped to a velvety hushed tone.

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start something that I couldn't finish. Really, I was going to go through with it; I wanted to go through with it. I wanted you to have your fantasy so badly," she said, trying to explain.

"No, it's not that. It's, well, I saw the condoms," he said disconcertedly.

"Oh, yeah." She swallowed.

He looked at her intently and said, "Lorelai, we don't use condoms. We haven't since we first started dating."

She looked down and away from him, flushing uncomfortably. "Just, you know…in case that's where your fantasy took you. I thought that might be part of what you were asking for. I was hoping not, but I needed to be safe."

"You actually thought I'd be with another woman?" He kept his voice steady, but there was a flash of anger below the calm veneer.

"I was so nervous about some of the other um…situations, I didn't give the …condom using… much thought. That was pushed so far in the back of my brain…until we were in Dicey's room. Then you know what happened. I bolted. I'm so sorry."

"You came up with this idea because of my story."

"I just wanted to give you what you missed out on all those years ago. I wanted you to be able to pick up where you left off. I thought that's what you were asking for after the story."

"After the story, I asked if you'd consider kissing another woman. Kissing. How did you jump from the story to the condoms?" He looked at her beautiful face, so intent on making him happy that his heart went out to her. "You're right, you probably saw a 'look,'" he said. "But, I'm the one who's sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm more than sorry, actually. I'm feeling… it's so hard to explain. Um, seeing those condoms, knowing that they weren't for us…made me feel so many things. First was my default reaction. I was angry that you'd even consider something so…out there," he said, sweeping his arm in front of his chest. "Then I quickly realized that this wasn't your idea. I planted the seed; anger wasn't the proper emotion. You didn't just wake up one day and say, 'I think I'll encourage Luke to have sex with some other woman.' So then I moved on to sad. Sad that you love me so much, you'd be willing to witness something so personal, and intimate with someone else, something that should only be between us. Then, I was surprised that you'd go to such lengths to make me happy. I really love you for that. I'm grateful that I have a thoughtful, enthusiastic fiancée who would even consider doing something like that for me. But then, I'm feeling guilty, too."

"It that all?" she said teasingly.

"Yeah, who knew?" he smirked slightly, nodding his head.

"What do you have to feel guilty about?" she asked.

"I feel guilty that you don't know," he said looking straight at her.

"Don't know what?"

"I should have told you. This should be the one thing that is perfectly clear in our relationship, and I didn't make it clear. So yeah, I feel guilty about this."

"Guilty about what?" she asked impatiently.

"Don't you know that I never want to be with another woman? Ever. If anything, you should understand that. I should have made it abundantly clear," he said.

"Luke, I know you love me," she said, touching his face softly with her warm hand.

"It's more than love. It's devotion, and commitment. The first time I kissed you, I knew that I never wanted to kiss another woman in my life. The first time we made love, I knew our love was complete. I never once questioned my commitment to you and my desire for only you. But I didn't tell you; I let that slip by. Lorelai, I never want to be with anyone else. I want you, and only you, as long as I live. You are my world. I gave my heart to you. Forever."

Lorelai blinked back tears, as she kissed him, lips trembling with love and emotion. "And I only need you. All my life, you're all I'll ever need," she cried.

They kissed softly and held each other tightly in a reassuring hug. Luke pulled back slightly and said, "So we got that straight?"

"Yeah," she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her thumb. "We got that straight."

"Lorelai, I've been thinking about the escape clause. You used it tonight. So you're not allowed to feel guilty. That's why it's there," he said with certainty. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"To tell you the truth, I used it too. Only, instead of Michel giving me the out, it was Liz. I could have gone back that night. I could have gone back any time after that. But I didn't. All these years, I thought I didn't have a choice, but Dicey pointed it out to me tonight. I used the escape clause, too."

"But I thought you wanted to be with them."

"Of course I wanted to be with them. I'm a man. I'm not a hero, or super human. It just wasn't me. Oh, I was interested, don't get me wrong. But I think that some fantasies should remain fantasies. Not everything has to be lived out," he said softly. "I got more, um, mileage out of not following through on that one. It actually got better over the years." His face flushed a little at the admission.

"So, you're not disappointed in how tonight turned out?"

"Heck no!" he said with a chuckle.

"What about Dicey? Is she mad?"

"Actually, Dicey is more relieved than anything. I think she was ready to use the escape clause herself." He laughed. "Except, we were in her room. Where would she escape to?"

"That's true." She giggled as he pulled her up on his lap facing him, so that her knees were on either side of his thighs.

"I really love you, Luke," she said, nuzzling her face into his and breathing into his neck.

"I know you do. And I really love you, Lorelai." He nuzzled back.

"What are you doing?" she asked playfully, as he slid his hand up and down her pantyhose, leaving a trail of heat behind him.

"Just feeling your pantyhose," he said, his hand disappearing under her dress.

"Oh, I see."

"You do? Well, then let me see," he said, lifting the fabric to take in the sheer hose that covered her panties. "I don't get to see you in pantyhose very often. So, this is what they look like under there."

"Under where?" she said, through a growing smile.

"Very funny. Do they come off?"

"Of course. You just roll them off."

"Like this?" he asked, smoothing both hands up her legs to her waist, and pulling on the elastic.

"Something like that, yes."

"I like rolling them off, it's like unwrapping a gift," he said, as he began pulling them down to her hips.

"Luke, we're almost home," she said in slight protest.

"You said we could have the limo as long as we wanted, right?"

"That's right," she said. "It's all ours."

"I hate to let a good limo go to waste." He reached over her and lifted the telephone receiver that put him through to the chauffeur.

"Yeah, hello? We're going to make another stop. In Litchfield there's an all night café right off the Highway. It's on Village Green Drive and Constitution Way. Can you please park in the back? Leave us, and help yourself to something for dinner, on me. And, maybe a cup of coffee and dessert. We're going to be a while," he said, looking longingly at Lorelai. "We have your number and we'll call when we need you. Thanks." He placed the receiver on the hook.

"So, you have big plans, do you?" she teased.

"Yes, I do," he said. "Very big plans."

"Oh?" she asked, pressing herself down on him, causing just the right amount of friction. "Are you going to let me in on your plans?"

"The plan is to use every inch of this limo," he said with a sexy growl.

"You're going to use every inch, huh?" she said playfully. "I like the sound of that."

"Oh, I guarantee you'll like it," he said, with a touch of arrogance that she loved so much.

"Pretty sure of yourself, huh?" she asked with a teasing smile as she slipped off her shoes, then tossed them on the floor.

"Some things a man just knows," he said, as he slid his hand back up under her dress and resumed the removal of her panty hose.

She stood with one leg straightened on the floor, and one bent knee on the seat. She leaned over him, hands on his shoulders, while he peeled down her hose. He pulled them off her feet, then dismissed them on the seat next to him. She immediately reestablished occupancy of his lap, arranging her dress so it draped over their laps. He pulled her in closely, lightly kissing her lips.

She sighed softly, then pressed her lips to his, wanting more. He obliged by probing slightly with his tongue, seeking entrance. Her mouth opened and they fell into a deep and satisfying kiss. Overtaken by desire, she involuntarily moved her hips in sync with their tongues. When they pulled away, they exchanged a gaze of electrifying passion.

"Lorelai, did I tell you how damn sexy you are?" he asked, his voice husky and deep.

"A girl doesn't mind hearing it again," she said, suddenly shy under his intense gaze.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen," he said between kisses to her neck.

"Luke," she said, growing embarrassed.

"That kiss was beautiful."

"Yeah?" She met his gaze again.

"I keep picturing you kissing her, and probably will for a long, long time."

"I saw you watching, that was a big turn on," she admitted.

"Hmmm, a little exhibitionistic, are you?"

"I guess so, for you anyway." She cast her eyes downward.

"You look so beautiful in this dress. All night long I kept staring at you," he said. "This part right here," he kissed her collarbone, "this might be the sexiest part of you."

"Yeah? I think I caught you staring a few times," she said with a smile, slightly relieved at the change of topic.

"You're right. All night long I've been wanting to do this," he said, as he rained kisses from her collarbone to her shoulder, and over the breadth of her chest. She tilted her head back, allowing him access to her soft flesh. He reached around her and tugged on her zipper, pulling it down slowly, allowing the dress to fall off her shoulders in a cascade of fabric. His hands touched every part of her exposed skin, sending shock waves through her body. She gasped slightly as he kissed and nibbled on her neck and shoulders. His hands moved lower as he pushed the rest of the dress down to gather at her waist.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as his lips trailed across her lacy half-bra. With one hand behind her, he deftly unclasped it and tossed it aside, eager to lavish more attention on her bare breasts. His hands covered the outside of both as he pushed them together, kissing and licking, first one, then the other. She arched her back to give him access and to watch his lips caressing her.

"Take off this dress," he commanded huskily, tugging at it. She immediately obliged, by standing as best she could in the limo, and stepping out of it as it pooled at her feet. She put her hands on the top of her panties, eager to slide out of them as well, but Luke held her hands steady. "Wait, I want you to keep those on," he said. "I want you wearing them while I taste you."

"So, that's part of your plan? You're going to taste me?" she practically purred in anticipation.

"Making love to you wouldn't be complete without a taste of you," he said, looking directly into her eyes.

"Who am I to argue with that?" she countered, as he guided her down to sit where the two benches met. He gently pushed her legs apart, and kneeled on the floor between them. He held her face between his hands and kissed her lightly at first, the kiss soon into a burning frenzy of lips and tongues, hot and insatiable for each other.

His hands brushed against her thighs, smoothing her skin as he sought her warmth. She pressed her body into his hands and he felt the moisture that was absorbed by the slip of fabric that covered her. Pushing the fabric aside, he touched her heat with his fingertips. She gasped at the sensation, her breath causing him to flush with desire. He dipped his fingers into her wet center and lingered with circular caresses. He raised this hand to her chest and circled one nipple, then the other with his moist fingers, causing Lorelai's nerves to surge. He looked up at her as he gently blew on the wetness, making her breasts peak. She watched as he closed his eyes, and licked the moisture from her. He was clearly relishing her taste, driving her wild with desire.

"Luke, please…" she begged.

He whispered into the valley between her breasts, smiling at her impatience. "Tell me what you want."

"You know what I want," she said, finding it more difficult to express herself verbally than physically. Although she had more than a few men in her lifetime, Luke was the only long-term lover she'd ever known. He was the only man in her life who had pushed her boundaries sexually. She found it both frightening and exciting when he gently insisted she verbalize her desires.

"I don't know," he played innocent, "unless you tell me."

"I want you to…to taste me," she said tentatively, her chest heaving.

"I am tasting you." He smiled devilishly. "Talk to me, I love hearing you say it."

She hesitated, then desire overtook her timidity. "I want your lips on me, your tongue on me. I want you to caress me with your mouth. I want slow soft circles. I want your fingers inside me, and I don't want you to stop until I can't take any more," she gasped.

Hearing her requests made his desire for her uncontrollable. He pushed her gently to recline again the backrest, as he positioned himself to pleasure her. Unable to wait a moment longer, he pressed his lips to her panties, kissing her and breathing her in. He tugged the fabric aside, and slid his tongue along her folds. She gasped and stilled, as if frozen by the sensations. His silky tongue soon made her breathe deeper, and she relaxed under his charge, allowing him to lead her through the passion. Soon, her hips were pivoting gently, in sync with his caresses. He moved one hand from her thigh, to her center. He gently inserted two fingers, and twisted them slowly, causing the pleasure to increase significantly. He felt her body flexing and relaxing, then followed her lead as her hips gained momentum and the gyrations became stronger and faster.

She held onto his hair, expressing her pleasure in soft moans of delight. Her legs were pulled up on either side of him as she felt herself building quickly. Within moments she was calling his name, and unknowingly pulling his hair. "God, Luke," she gasped, over and over again. He continued to lavish all his attention on her, loving the effect he was having, knowing that she would soon be letting go.

It started in the deepest core of her, then spread through her limbs and out her fingers and toes. She could feel the blood surging to her breasts, causing them to swell as she lost control of her inhibitions. Her body was wracked in waves of ecstasy that flowed over and over her in flushes of heat. The pleasure overtook her completely, and she called his name more loudly than anticipated. She begged him not to stop, and in the same breath plead for mercy. He took the cues from her body and continued his onslaught of pleasure until she finally jerked her hips away.

"Okay, okay, stop!" She giggled heartily, releasing all the tension that had built up. He smiled at her, loving to see her so satisfied. "Oh, my god!" she breathed, turning to recline fully on the bench. He rested his head near her stomach, looking up at her. He allowed her to recover while he brushed the hair from her eyes.

After allowing her heart rate to decrease she said, "This is so not fair."

"What isn't?"

"I'm almost naked and you still have all your clothes on. There's something entirely inequitable about this situation."

"Oh, well, we can't have inequity. How will we ever balance the power in here," he mocked.

"Well, there's only one way I can think of," she teased. "I'll have to put all my clothes back on."

He laughed heartily, baring his white teeth. She loved to see him succumb so fully to laughter, since it was quite rare for him to do so.

"I have a better idea," he said, turning on the floor so he leaned against the seat, and toeing off his shoes.

"I want to undress you," Lorelai said coyly. "Come here." She pulled him to his knees so he was in front on her while she sat on the seat. She unbuttoned his shirt then said, "Turn around."

"What?"

"Turn around, I want to undress you from behind," she said with a saucy lilt to her voice. He looked doubtful, but pivoted on his knees so that he was facing away from her.

"You're always facing me, I want to see you from this angle," she whispered into his ear, causing him to shudder under her touch. She pulled his shirt down off his shoulders, and he removed one arm, then the other. She untucked his undershirt, and smoothed her hands around his waist, feeling the front of his stomach and his sides. His skin burned under each touch as she lifted his tee over his shoulders. He raised his arms allowing her to remove it, and throw it on the growing pile of discarded garments.

She pulled him into her so that his body was flush against hers. Her breasts pressed against the back of his shoulders. She took advantage of her position by wrapping her arms around him and feeling his strong chest, running her fingers through his hair, and tweaking his nipples softly. She breathed into his neck and plastered it with small kisses, then found his earlobe to nibble on and tug with her teeth. He moaned under her touch as she bit the top of his shoulder and she felt him shudder.

"You're so strong, I love the muscles in your back and shoulders," she whispered to him, then ran a satiny, wet tongue from the base of his neck, down his spine, to the top of his pants, sending jolts of electricity through him.

"Lorelai, please," he gasped.

She chuckled softly, then reached around his front, and released the top button of his pants. She glided her hands over his swollen heat, allowing him to push into her hands, as she traced the outline of his desire. She unzipped his pants, then pulled them down over his hips, saying, "You're going to have to help me with these." He sat down, took them off, along with his boxer briefs, and pushed them aside. "Back on your knees, Baby," she whispered, and he obeyed.

She slid off the low seat and joined him on the floor, pulling their bodies together, allowing her breasts to brush across his rippling back. His bare backside was now melding into the front of her body. He shuddered under her touch, and leaned forward, resting his hands on the bench in front of him, causing his arms and lower back to flex.

She moved her hands down his hips and over his round butt, kneading and grasping the firm, muscular cheeks. She grasped one in each hand, smoothing over them in round sweet circles. God, she loved that ass. For eight years, before they even kissed, she had been stealing secret, and not-so-secret glances at that firm powerful ass. Hidden under jeans and flannel, she always knew it would be spectacular. And it was. Round, firm, pliant, and all hers.

She wondered why she didn't often take the time to really appreciate this perfect athletic rear, now that it was all hers. Maybe because when they got to the point of exposing those firmly packed mounds, he was usually facing her, and she was occupied with another particular piece of his anatomy, one that met her needs more expeditiously. But right now, she felt completely satisfied. It was the perfect time to pay proper respects to that scrumptious posterior.

Sure, she admired it under her hands countless times, while she was pulling him deep inside her. She even admired it with her ankles, as she wrapped her legs around him in ecstasy, and drew him in, feeling the muscles flex under her calves. But tonight was different. It was right in front of her, and she was focused on it with a laser-like intensity.

Rubbing her hands over him, she lowered her face to meet the roundest part of his rump offering tender kisses interspersed with soft nibbles. One hand moved around front where she held him and caressed him, feeling him twitch and jump as she teased his powerful glutes with more urgent kisses.

"What are you doing to me?" his voice rasped.

"Just let me enjoy you," she answered between nips and kisses to the slightly whiter skin of his rear. It was covered with a very thin veneer of soft flesh, the density of her Tempur-Pedic pillow. Then, deceptively close to the surface, it was rock hard. Damn! She couldn't get enough. Unable to control the impulse, she opened her mouth, as if taking the first bite of a juicy peach, and took in a mouthful of his cheek. Biting down softly at first, she felt the flesh give, then resist, and she nipped a little harder. She held the bite just long enough to relish his taught flesh. She felt his desire surge as he twitched in her hand, growing even harder.

"Hey!" Luke yelled out in surprise. Then, in ecstasy, he said, "God, Lorelai!"

She released him from her jaws, and noticed two dented semicircles where her teeth had been, and soothed them with kisses. "That's one hell of an ass you got there, Danes," she growled, slapping him playfully.

"You bit my ass!"

"Yes, I did." She smiled, raising her eyebrows.

"Leave a mark?"

"Oh, yeah."

"C'mere, you," he said, turning around, unable to control himself any longer. He remained on his knees, and pushed her back onto the only bench that they hadn't used yet. "I need you now," he said, pulling her panties down her long legs, enjoying every inch of her as he slid them over her soft skin.

His mouth covered hers in a torrent of passion, exploring and tasting while lifting her thighs up to his sides as he positioned her for entry. He kneeled upright so he could watch her face while he slid deep inside her, in one fluid motion. She gasped with quiet pleasure, scarcely able to accommodate him as he filled her.

"Don't move," he pleaded, holding her hips steady. "I need you not to move."

She remained motionless, as she allowed him to gain control over his desire. His breathing was labored, and he closed his eyes, struggling for composure. When she recognized that he had calmed himself, she flexed her interior muscles, pulling him into her.

"Yes, I can feel that. That's good," he whispered, relaxing his grip on her hips, allowing her to undulate them slightly as he overcame the danger of letting go too quickly. "Lorelai, you drive me mad."

She allowed her head to fall back, and closed her eyes as he began sliding in and out of her. Gently at first, then, they picked up intensity finding a sustainable rhythm. His fingers found her most sensitive nub, and he rubbed her gently while his strokes remained steady. She moaned and called out his name, feeling herself falling again. He loved watching the ecstasy on her face as she allowed him free range over her body. His hand stroked her sharply peaked breasts and caressed her toned stomach.

As their intensity increased further and moved them closer to the edge, he reclaimed her hips. Grasping them in both hands, he used his arms to help pull himself into her with more power. Her quiet gasps developed into deep, throaty moans as they climbed to release together. His thrusts lengthened as he nearly exited with each backstroke. Her legs hooked around him, preventing him from leaving.

"God, Luke!" she exclaimed. "I can't hold off much longer."

He resumed his thrusting, raising her hips higher to change the angle of entry. She moaned loudly at the unexpected sensation, causing his desire to overtake him. Together they ascended the height of passion and tumbled down in shudders of sheer rapture, holding onto each other with each wave of pleasure, allowing their sensations to subside. Settling into a state of calm, they embraced as their vital signs became more stable.

"I love you so much," he said, looking deep into her eyes.

"I love you." She hugged him to her, bringing every emotion to the surface of her heart, and the contours of her eyes.

"Hey, you," he whispered, kissing her tears of joy.

"Hey yourself."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For fulfilling my fantasy."

She looked at him quizzically.

"I've always wanted to make love to you in a limo," he confessed.

Her face lit up as she sang, "I'm finally a fantasy maker?"

He laughed, "And, apparently, an ass biter."

She giggled, feeling quite pleased with herself.

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Fin.