A/N: This is my submission for the 2005 Lukesmut ficathon, written for merfleur. Elements are: must have Luke/Lorelai diner storeroom scene, could have Rory/Lorelai conversation(s) [especially about Luke], and shouldn’t have character angst. Well, here you go, merfleur; I hope this is to your liking. If not, blame... uh, someone else...
A million thank you's to my amazing betas, Yen (yenni_babie) and George Eliot, as well as to Rachel for her assistance... maybe next time, eh?
Worth My While
Lorelai entered the diner earlier than she normally would for lunch, and found it almost completely deserted. She looked around for Luke, but when Lane exited the kitchen carrying two plates (for the only customers in the place), she knew Luke was not working. She pouted a bit before catching Lane’s eye. Lane grinned at Lorelai in greeting and immediately brought her a cup of coffee. Lorelai took a distracted sip and watched as Lane bused tables.
“Lorelai… can I help you?” Lane asked suddenly, startling Lorelai.
“Oh, no, I was just… well –“
“He’s in the storeroom.”
“Luke. He’s in the storeroom. That is what you’ve been trying to ask me, isn’t it?”
“Am I that transparent?”
“As a window.”
“Oh well, thanks, Lane. I’m just gonna -” She slipped off the stool and gestured toward the back. “Go.”
“I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Sure,” Lane said with a disbelieving smirk.
Lorelai laughed and waited until Lane retreated to the kitchen before she slipped behind the curtain. It was a little strange to think that her daughter’s best friend knew she was about to find Luke in order to do very dirty things; things that she was sure Mrs. Kim would not approve of. No, I’m just going to find him and we’ll talk, she told herself, knowing fully well that, as soon as she saw Luke, she would try to seduce him. They hadn’t been spending as much time together lately. The inn had kept her busy, and unfortunately diminished their time together, in the process. But now she was free and she was determined to ensure that he would be, too.
When she reached the doorway of the storeroom, she continued to grin, watching as Luke grabbed a large box from the middle shelf and eased it to the floor. Her grin broadened as she noted the way his shirt pulled along his arms and back, tightening around his active muscles as he worked. She waited until he pushed the box cutter aside and began to unload jars of pickles before daring to approach, high heels clicking loudly against the tiles. He didn’t turn around, but his body stiffened slightly as she drew closer.
“Drop and give me twenty, Burger Boy,” she purred, joining him beside the box.
“You shouldn’t be back here,” he grumbled.
“Why, hello to you, too!”
She leaned forward for her ‘hello’ kiss and he mumbled, “Insurance,” against her lips.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t worry; I’ll look out for any falling cabbages.”
Luke shook his head, but decided to change the topic. “You’re early.”
She shrugged. “I decided to take an early lunch. Haven’t been seeing much of you lately. I’m sorry, for that,” she added, looking down at her shoes. “Things have been so crazy.”
“Hey, it’s no big deal. You’re starting a new business, that’s how it goes.”
“I guess,” she sighed. “I’ve missed you, though.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
Lorelai leaned forward and their lips met in a lingering kiss, deeper than the previous one. Luke’s arms instinctively curled around her waist, fingers tracing the bare skin where her shirt and waistband parted. Her own arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer, and she sighed into his mouth. She had missed this feeling, hadn’t had the chance to be kissed like this in over a week. She vowed to never wait this long again. When their lips parted, Lorelai watched Luke’s heaving chest with a growing smirk. He frowned at her in return.
“No… what?” she questioned innocently, as she played with the hem of his flannel shirt.
“We are not doing that here.”
“Doing what here?”
Luke groaned and gestured to her wandering fingers. “Doing that.”
“Lorelai,” he growled.
“Oh, come on,” she whispered seductively, removing her hands from the bottom of his shirt and trailing her fingers up and down his arms, instead. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought of it.”
She threw her head back and laughed heartily. “I know you’re a saint, Luke, but you can’t honestly tell me you’ve never had sex in the storeroom.”
“Do you really want me to answer that?” he asked forcefully, yet failing to hide his smirk.
“Good point.” She frowned. “Some things are better left unsaid. But, come on, sex with me in the storeroom…” Her hands found their way to his chest. “You know I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You always make it worth my while,” he assured her, carefully sidestepping a potential argument. “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s unsanitary.”
Her fingers returned to the hem of his flannel shirt, but, this time, they trailed dangerously close to his tee-shirt-clad stomach. “No one will know,” she told him in that husky voice that proved to be both new and familiar to him; the tone reserved for their late night (or, often, early morning) trysts. He shuddered involuntarily at the memory of their first night together - the way he’d invited her in for coffee and soon found her long body pressed enticingly against his, his heart beating wildly as he heard that voice, low and inviting in his ear, driving him absolutely and permanently insane.
“Luke?” she requested, leaning forward and nibbling on his earlobe, knowing how close he was to giving in, knowing just what to do to cause that last strand of resistance to give out. “Does this door lock?”
He merely nodded, still trying his hardest to hold his ground. She gave him one of her incredibly awkward winks and he raised his eyebrows, amused. Momentarily losing her stamina, she retreated hastily to the door and gave the lock a twist. It clicked into place and the sound echoed through the otherwise silent room. Lorelai remained in front of the door for a minute, watching him as she undid the top buttons of her blouse. She grinned as Luke tore his eyes from her body, staring determinedly at the case of pickles sitting at his feet, instead.
“I have to work,” he protested in a throaty whisper.
“Then let me help you.”
He shook his head, but she ignored him, quickly reappearing at his side and bending forward, giving him an eyeful of cleavage as she lifted a jar of pickles. She could hear him swallow, watched as he tried his hardest to ignore her presence and go back to work. And he was successful, for a few minutes. He would crouch down, and, a split second later, she would, too. He would reach up to stock the shelf and then she would, too, leaning toward him as her breath tickled the back of his neck. At one point, she laughed when she brushed up against him and he almost dropped the jar he was holding. He, in turn, glared reproachfully, but said nothing. His original plan had been to have all the new supplies unpacked by the lunch rush, but, if she kept this act up (and, if past instances were to be believed, that was exactly her plan), it would never get done in time.
After they finished unloading the pickle jars, Lorelai drifted over to another shelf as Luke exhaled deeply, relieved. She turned to grin at him, but quickly returned her gaze to the shelves, running her fingers up and down the various containers. Suddenly, relief morphed into dread when he noticed her eyes light up.
“No.” She grabbed a brown plastic container from the shelf and skipped back to his side. “No,” he repeated vehemently.
“Oh please, Luke? It’s just one bottle, you won’t miss it!”
“I will,” he grumbled. “It costs money, you know.”
“So, I’ll pay you.” Before he got the chance to protest, Lorelai ripped the plastic cover off and pulled the top up. She then squirted the chocolate into her mouth and swallowed, a pleased look crossing her features. “Mmm,” she moaned. “Good stuff.”
“That’s possibly the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, you know what they say about women and chocolate.”
“No, but… why do I have a feeling I don’t want to know?”
“Eating chocolate has been called an orgasmic experience.”
“Has it?” he grumbled, both annoyed and aroused by the turn that their conversation seemed to be taking.
“Now that I’ve had the chocolate, I need to have the real thing to, you know, compare.”
“You’ve had plenty of the real thing.”
“My, my, aren’t we a bit cocky? Cocky…” She giggled. “Get it?”
“You’re acting like a ten-year-old boy now.”
“Well, if that’s the way you like it…”
“I was just kidding.” She reached up and knocked the baseball cap off his head, tangling her fingers in his hair and bringing his lips merely centimeters away from hers. “I know that this is the way you like it.”
She kissed him again and Luke had to fight the urge to moan at the taste of warm chocolate lingering on her tongue. She loosened her grip on his hair and began to play with the curls at the nape of his neck, delighting as his skin broke out in goosebumps. His hands traveled down the side of her body slowly, not stopping in their exploration until they reached her hips. She closed the space between their bodies, melding them together, rubbing her body, leisurely, teasingly, against his growing arousal. She knew he was slowly accepting her invitation when his hands found their way to her ass, cupping and squeezing as she took his bottom lip lightly between her teeth and nibbled.
“Lorelai,” he breathed, breaking the kiss. He wanted to plea with her before it was too late, before he was too far gone. However, one look into her eyes, clouded over with desire, pleading for him to satisfy her, became his undoing. “Screw it,” he mumbled, and roughly kissed her again, unzipping her skirt and bunching it up at her waist in the process.
He only released her to gain access to the remaining buttons on her blouse, but that soon proved to be too difficult for Luke to master in his haste, and Lorelai pushed away his fumbling fingers to unbutton the blouse herself. He took this opportunity to undo his own shirt, yanking his arms free and throwing it onto some unknown shelf. When Lorelai’s shirt was successfully discarded, Luke’s hands returned, this time flush against her skin, causing her to break out in goosebumps against the cool air.
“It’s cold in here,” she breathed, gasping as he ran his palms over the silky material covering her breasts. “You’d better warm me up.”
“Mmm, I’ll try,” he replied huskily. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, pushing it impatiently from her shoulders, allowing his hands to graze the soft skin of her shoulders as he did so. She took in a deep breath and pushed her chest against him, begging him to touch her more. After a moment, he complied, leaning down to lick and nip at her chest. His tongue circled her right breast slowly, prolonging the delicious moan he was craving to hear, before reaching the peaked nipple. He gave her left breast similar attention before she pushed him away by his shoulders.
“You’re wearing too much,” she whined before yanking his shirt up.
He raised his arms, allowing her to toss the shirt away. He gasped when her cold hands made their way to his chest, tangling in his chest hair before smoothing their way down to his waist. He shivered and cursed under his breath.
“Jeez, your hands are freezing!” Luke exclaimed, locking her small hands within his and rubbing them rapidly. She smiled up at him guiltily and he rolled his eyes, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles before releasing them. “Better?”
“Much,” she purred.
After being released, her hands immediately found their way to his waist, undoing his jeans and pushing them, along with his plaid boxers, down to his knees. His hands, in turn, snuck beneath her skirt. He brushed against her damp panties and she moaned, before he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled the pink material down her long legs. She kicked them, along with her shoes, off her feet and he hastily pushed her skirt farther up her waist.
Luke grasped her waist and began to push her lightly, leading her toward the back door, but nearly lost his balance in the process. He growled and released her to hastily untie his boots and kick them, along with his jeans, off his legs. Coins clattered against the floor tiles as they escaped from his pockets, but Luke was too enthralled in the sound of Lorelai’s labored breathing as she collided with the door to notice. She hissed as her warm back made contact with the cool wood, but Luke’s hands quickly wrapped around her, smoothing their way down her back, warming her skin. Hands still roaming, he leaned in to kiss her, and, in return, her hands skimmed along his abdomen, drifting lower to caress his shaft lightly. She relished in the sounds of his quiet groans, loving that she could cause such a composed man to lose his self-control completely.
However, all smug thoughts were lost as desire flooded her. She felt him pulsating against her inner thigh, his body frantically rubbing against hers, coarse hair tickling her smooth skin. She removed her lips from his and began to kiss his neck, gasping and moaning when his hands reached between their bodies and prodded at her entrance. Two fingers roamed over her wet folds and his thumb soon joined, finding her clit with ease, pinching and rubbing until she was shuddering against him.
“Luke,” she managed to choke out. Knowing she was close to the edge, he removed his fingers and lowered his head slightly to kiss and nibble at her neck. Lorelai, in turn, pulled his head back up with more force than she intended. Startled, he watched as she tightened her arms around him and then looked up at him impatiently. Realizing her intentions, he moved his hands to the back of her thighs. She jumped up once, wrapping her legs around his thighs, and then she hopped slightly again, and he lifted her, helping her to settle her legs around his waist. After he was sure she was steady against the wall, he removed his hands from her bottom and pulled back slightly.
He locked his gaze with hers, still clouded over by passion, and she nodded hastily, impatiently begging with her eyes. After two failed tries, he was able to position their bodies correctly and lowered her onto him, his soft moan matching her louder one as he entered her. Luke stilled for a moment, leaning his sweaty forehead against hers, closing his eyes and waiting for the swimming feeling to ease up in his head. Lorelai shifted against him. He licked his suddenly dry lips before beginning to move. He began languidly, alternating between thrusting in and out and grinding his pelvic bone against her abdomen in slow circles.
Lorelai buried her face in his shoulder, scratching at his back as she mumbled incoherently against his skin. She began to impatiently squirm against him and, despite the fact that he was quickly growing tired from their position, he began to pick up the pace. Sweat dripped down their bodies, melding together as they met with each thrust. He leaned down and kissed her breasts before licking a trail of sweat, causing her to gasp loudly. Realizing the dire need for silence, she began to suck and bite at the place where his shoulder met his neck.
His muscles clenched with each movement, his release dangerously close with each desperate trust. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer when he noticed her hands drift down to where their bodies met, their current position not quite providing enough friction for her. He closed his eyes as she began to manipulate her clit, but forced them open again as he came, locking his desperate blue eyes with her own, grunting as the waves of pleasure washed over him.
Luke’s release triggered her own, and Lorelai quickly lost herself as the waves of pleasure overcame her, muscles clenching around his hard cock as his movements slowed. After a minute of attempting to return their breathing to normal, Luke grasped the back of Lorelai’s thighs, turning them both around before sinking to the floor. She half-lay, half-sat on his lap, face still buried in his shoulder, but he could feel her lips twitching as a grin graced her features. When she finally lifted her head, he wore a smile matching her own, causing her to blush and bite her lip, attempting to hide her giddiness. Somehow, his smiles, witnessed rarely by anyone else, always made her feel like this – a bumbling, crushing schoolgirl. She loved it.
“So…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Was it worth your while?”
“Dear God, yes.”
“Screw the sanitation department!”
He rolled his eyes, but chuckled nonetheless. “Keep this to yourself, you got it?”
“No, are you serious? But I was planning on making a formal announcement about it at the next town meeting!” She whined. “You know, say, ‘Just so you all know, your food is now contaminated because Luke and I had sex in the storeroom at his diner. And don’t forget, on Fridays, kids eat free’!”
“No one eats free here.”
“Well,” he admitted begrudgingly, “you’re different.”
“I’m special,” she corrected.
“Yeah,” he agreed, all traces of joking gone from his voice. “You are.”
Lorelai blushed even more, burying her face in his shoulder to hide her crimson cheeks. “Stop saying things like that. People will start to believe you’re actually a sap.”
He laughed and lifted her slightly, pulling her off him so he could stand. He rooted around the room and began to hand her various pieces of clothing. They dressed in silence and after Luke finished, he continued to watch as she buttoned up her blouse. When she noticed him gazing at her, she gave him a smug look and he hastily turned away, embarrassed at being caught. Even after dating for almost two months, he still couldn’t get over the fact that it was possible for him - anti-dating, anti-romance Luke – to feel so smitten with someone. Smitten, he inwardly scolded. You’re sounding more and more like Lorelai every day. He was shocked that the thought didn’t scare him nearly as much as it should have.
“Luke,” she whispered, breaking him from his reverie, “I should go back out.”
“Yeah,” he agreed distractedly. However, one look at his watch told him he had been due back in the dining room twenty minutes ago. “Great,” he muttered, “I’m late. And don’t even mention the fact that I just rhymed,” he added grumpily.
“You’re no fun,” she whined before sticking her tongue out at him. “Okay, I’ll go out first. This has been fun, we should do it again some time.”
“No,” he said forcefully.
Lorelai smiled at him before taking one last mouthful of chocolate syrup. “We’ll see.” She leaned forward and kissed him, and then quickly pulled away and poured chocolate syrup in his mouth. “Ha, I got you!”
Luke coughed and swallowed quickly, in an attempt to keep from spitting it all over himself and the floor. “Lorelai!” he sputtered, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. She leaned in for another kiss, but he moved away. “No way, I’m not falling for that again.”
“Oh come on, Luke, I’ll be good.”
“You are never good,” he protested gruffly.
“Oh, look who’s being dirty now, Mr. Danes.”
“Out,” he demanded, pointing at the door.
“Fine, I’m going,” she promised with a flirtatious grin. “I’ll see you in a minute.”
He watched as she retreated toward the door, shaking his head, yet unable to resist the small smile that reached his lips as she swung her hips enticingly. Lorelai craned her neck around and gave him one last smile and an awkward wink for good measure before pulling the door open and heading out the door.
Lorelai rolled her eyes when she emerged from the back to find Miss Patty smirking at her and Taylor huffing about something as Kirk listened intently. She had been expecting the diner to be crowded, considering the fact that it was now the height of the lunch rush, but she was shocked to see Rory sitting at the counter. Lorelai attempted to hide her reaction as she discretely smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt and sat down beside her daughter.
“Hey, you’re here,” she pointed out uselessly, leaning forward to hug her daughter.
“Yeah, my last class was cancelled – the professor had to go away on some sort of important trip, last minute, or something - so I thought we could hang out before Friday Night Dinner.”
“Well, this is a nice surprise!” she enthused, forcing a smile onto her face.
“I tried calling, but you didn’t answer your cell. I figured you’ve been so busy lately that you’d still be at the Dragonfly…”
“Yeah, well, got some time off…” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “You know.”
“Uh huh,” Rory replied suspiciously, tilting her head to study her mother carefully. “Is that… chocolate on your cheek?”
“What?” she asked, hoping fruitlessly that she wasn’t blushing. “Oh, your mother’s a slob, big surprise,” she said, before licking her palm and then rubbing it against her cheek roughly.
“That is true.” Rory took a sip of her coffee, looking around the diner. “Where’s Luke, anyway?”
“Oh, I think he’s in the storeroom, you know, storing… things…”
“Well, that is what one usually does in a storeroom. Usually,” she repeated.
“Are you implying something?”
“Absolutely nothing,” Rory replied innocently. “Why? Is there something to be implied?”
Before Lorelai could formulate a response, Luke emerged from behind the curtain and immediately filled a cup with coffee and placed it in front of Lorelai. “Rory?” he questioned nervously. “Did I… uh –” He quickly glanced at Lorelai, who shrugged in return – “know you were gonna be here?”
“No, but I obviously did a great job surprising you both.”
“Yeah,” he replied weakly. “But I mean, you being here is… a surprise. A good surprise,” he added hastily. “Anything you want, on the house.”
“Wow, such service!” Lorelai enthused, wrapping an arm around Rory. “See, it pays off to know me.”
“Right,” she grumbled. “You’re hurting me.”
After Lorelai let go of Rory, Miss Patty ambled up to the counter and gave Luke a flirtatious smile. He quickly ducked behind the counter, mumbling under his breath in the process. The three women laughed, and Patty sat next to Rory.
“Hello Rory, it’s nice to see you!”
“It’s nice to be seen,” she replied with a smile.
However, Miss Patty quickly returned her attention to Luke, who was fidgeting with a napkin dispenser on the second shelf. “You two were in the storeroom for a long time.”
“Lorelai was helping me unpack some stuff. Why? You spying on me now?”
“Right… sure. Hey, hon, can I have some decaf?”
“Fine,” he sighed, straightening. When he reached full height and placed a coffee cup in front of the woman, he noticed her staring intently. “What?”
She titled her head to the side. “Is that… chocolate on your lip?”
Lorelai’s eyes widened as Rory laughed into her coffee cup. Lorelai nudged Rory with her elbow, causing Rory to turn and mouth, “Eww!” to Lorelai. Lorelai rolled her eyes, but smiled proudly at her daughter, which only caused Rory’s disgust to increase. “That’s what you get for prying,” she whispered in Rory’s ear.
“I, uh…” Luke stuttered, wiping his lip furiously.
“He ate cake,” Lorelai responded casually.
“Luke had cake?” Miss Patty replied skeptically.
“Fat free, sugar free cake. Disgusting, I refuse to kiss him for a month now that he’s eaten that crap.”
“Hmm… all right,” Miss Patty agreed. “Makes sense. But, what I’m dying to know is your excuse for that nice-looking hickey on Luke’s neck.”
Rory muttered, “Gross,” as the rest of the patrons’ eyes fell upon Luke. He paled and his eyes widened, immediately turning toward Lorelai. “Sorry,” she mouthed.
Taylor pushed his sandwich away and stood, indignantly. “Luke, Lorelai, this goes against so many rules of the Department of Sanitation that I should report you right away!”
“Oh Taylor, don’t be ridiculous,” Patty drawled. “It’s sweet. They can’t keep their hands off each other.” Luke shot Lorelai another horrified look, and she merely shrugged in return.
“Well, it’s disgusting! I’m never eating here again!” he huffed.
“Huh,” Luke muttered, leaning toward Lorelai, “it really was worth my while, after all.”