"Cesar, is Luke here?"

Lorelai was sitting at the counter of the diner, impatiently tapping her foot against the stool. She had walked into Luke's with a huge craving for coffee, only to find that Cesar was working the diner with Luke nowhere to be seen.

Lorelai needed Luke's coffee.

"He said he needed to go upstairs for awhile. Do you want to order something?"

"No, I think I'm going to go and talk to him. Save me a piece of pie, okay?" She smiled at him as she made her way to the curtain. Lorelai hoped that she was being discrete enough as she hurried up the stairs; the last thing she needed was Patty or Babette to start another rumor involving her and Luke. They gossiped about them enough as it was.

I don't understand why they just can't accept the fact that Luke and I are just friends. There is such a thing as having a platonic male friend. Lorelai couldn't imagine the rumors that would spread if Patty caught her sneaking up to Luke's apartment.

Then why are you going? She asked herself, trying to think of the answer. You can go without Luke's coffee for one visit, and you know it.

The truth was, Lorelai just wanted to see Luke. She found herself missing him if she didn't have at least a couple visits with him a day. She reasoned with herself that it was normal; Luke was her friend, probably her best friend, next to Rory. It was normal that she would want to talk to her friend regularly.

Lorelai made her way up the stairs, still thinking about the town's thoughts on Luke and her. Besides, she said to herself, even if I felt something for Luke, it wouldn't matter. Luke doesn't think of me like that.

And yet, people continually insisted that he did. Miss Patty, constantly making sly comments whenever she spotted the two together. Sookie, telling Lorelai to look Luke in the eyes and see what was there. Even Rory had said that Luke seemed to have a thing for her.

They just don't understand our situation. It's not like that with him.

She was about to knock on Luke's door, but noticed that it was slightly open. Lorelai didn't know if she should knock or just walk in. Luke was generally a private person, and she wanted to respect that.

She raised her hand to the door, but stopped as a noise inside caught her attention. It was quiet, and Lorelai couldn't make out what it was. She waited, and heard it again; it sounded like a moan.

A moan. Coming from Luke's apartment.

Does Luke have a girl up here? Lorelai quickly expelled the idea; Luke doesn't bring girl home, and Luke certainly doesn't bring girls home to do things to them that makes them moan, for god sake.

Lorelai knew she should move, knew that she should just go back downstairs and pretend that nothing had happened. But she couldn't. So she stayed rooted to the spot by the door, her head turned subconsciously towards the door.

Another moan. This one sounded deeper than the last, and more rough.

"Lorelai…"

At first, Lorelai thought she had been caught, and was already trying to think of an excuse for her to be standing there, clearly uncomfortable and out of place.

However, once she heard her name, she knew that Luke hadn't caught her. Instead, he appeared to be moaning her name, repeating it over and over again, loud enough to hear through the door, yet still coming through as a hoarse whisper.

Lorelai didn't know what to do. Clearly, there wasn't another girl in the room, unless that girl was also named Lorelai, which was highly unlikely. So that meant Luke was thinking about her. Thinking about her while doing something else altogether.

As much as she hated to admit it, the thought excited her. She found herself shifting and squirming slightly as she pressed her ear closer to the door.

I shouldn't be listening to this. It's wrong, and it's not fair to Luke. Still, Lorelai stayed where she was.

She heard Luke moan again, and felt the sudden need to look through the small gap in the door of his apartment. Now, she could clearly make out his face, as he lay on his small bed with his eyes closed. His face was serious, his jaw clenched and unclenched as his hand clearly moved up and down his body. His faced tensed as he become loudly and loudly, and Lorelai could tell that he was close to finishing.

The sight of Luke in such a position was the final straw for Lorelai. She couldn't hold back the small moan that escape her as her own hand traveled down her body.

I need to leave. Now.

It took all of her will to get up and walk down those stairs, thoughts of Luke still swimming around in her mind. She took a minute to compose herself. Having someone see Lorelai coming down from Luke's place, hair mussed and barely able to breath, would only end in disaster.

What was supposed to happen now? I can't very well confront Luke about it. Could you imagine the conversation? "Well Luke, I heard you today, and let's just saw you seemed to be enjoying yourself. What was that about?" Lorelai laughed at the thought of her and Luke discussing this topic, but her laugh came out deep, and sounded more like a moan.

She finally stepped through the curtain and into the diner, quickly making her way back to her seat to get her purse.

Lorelai headed to the door and walked quickly out of the diner before anyone could talk to her. All she wanted to do right now was go home and think. About Luke.

A little while later, Luke came down the stairs and into the diner. He quickly went back to work, taking orders and preparing them in the kitchen.

"Hey Luke," Lane came up behind him and said. "Is everything okay with Lorelai?"

"What do you mean?" Luke hadn't seen Lorelai all day, and as far as he knew, she was fine.

"Well, she came downstairs a little while ago looking kind of sick. She was flushed and didn't even hear me ask her if she was okay."

"What do you mean, downstairs?" Panic was slowly rising in Luke. He looked questioningly at Lane as she stared back at him, equally confused.

"She said she was going to go upstairs to talk to you. I saw her come back down about ten minutes after she went up."

Shit.