Alright, so haven't even finished the other one, and I'm already replacing it. lol. This is my long awaited java junkie all-out story. I know I said I would try not to do one of those alternate endings to episodes, but the events in 'That Damn Donna Reed' were just too good to pass up. So, yeah, I caved.
Enjoy.
Green Light
"Let us go get the shit kicked out of us by love."
(Sam, Love Actually)
The whole thing had happened so fast. One second they were just drinking beers and talking paint samples, the next thing Lorelai Gilmore knew, she was on the floor with her tongue down the local diner owner's mouth. Granted, he wasn't just any old diner owner, it was Luke, but the whole her having her tongue down Luke's throat thing was kinda hard to grasp from where she was standing. Erm—umm—laying.
With a slightly more clear train of thought towards the repercussions of such actions, and the fact that half the town was outside and had cameras with them, she pulled away from him.
"Luke?" She asked, breathlessly, "We're we just," she looked into his eyes, "Oh wow."
"Erm—wow, yeah, I think we just—umm—were," he said uncomfortably. "How'd that happen?" He looked around them, both tucked behind the counter.
"Hey, could you maybe—umm," she pointed her finger up. Some time, in their heated make-out session, he'd ended up on top of her with her top half-off and his hands on her stomach ready to tackle the second half.
"Oh," he turned slightly red, "Sorry," he lifted himself off of her and just rolled off to the opposite side. "So," he started, "That was different."
"Yeah," Lorelai smiled, "And definitely not paint oriented."
"Nope."
"So," Lorelai tried casually, as she pulled her shirt back down to its normal placement. "This is new."
"Yep," Luke kept his eyes trained up on the ceiling. After a slight pause he added, a lot less conformably but trying to act nonchalantly, "We can just forget about this, y'know. If you want to. Just go back to our junkie and dealer roles, that seems to work for us."
"I don't think I can." Lorelai said as she rolled onto her side facing Luke, "That was a great kiss," she placed her hand on the other side of his face, then pulled it towards her, "A really great kiss."
"Yeah?"
"Like if you were a frog that would have had some serious consequences kiss," she continued as they slowly closed off the already small amount of space between them.
"You don't say," he breathed out, their faces merely millimeters apart. Lorelai smiled as he leaned in the rest of the way, capturing her lips with his own again.
Thinking was overrated anyways.
And right now, in that moment, all she wanted to do was to kiss him senseless. And kissing him seemed to be a good start towards getting to the senseless part.
As the kiss deepened with intensity, Lorelai found herself climbing on top of Luke this time, knocking over one of the forgotten beer bottles in the process. Maybe she was drunk. Maybe they both were. But she didn't care.
She just couldn't stop thinking about why they hadn't been doing this all along.
"Luke!" Taylor tapped on the windows, causing both parties to rip apart in surprise. "Lorelai?" He tried again, continuing the same, annoying tapping noise, "I know you're both in there! You can't hide from us forever you know!"
Luke banged his head down against the floor, "I'm gonna kill him. I'm just gonna take my tool box and hit him over the head with it."
Lorelai laughed quietly, letting her head fall comfortably down onto his chest. "I don't think the town would mind. Hell, you'd probably be the town hero for that." She didn't fail to notice how nicely it fit there. And she had a sinking feeling he didn't either.
"Don't think I can't hear you two talking!" Taylor scolded, "I may not be able to hear just what, but I know you're both in there!"
Luke placed his hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair casually as they both laid there. "How long do you think it will take before he goes away this time?"
"I don't know. Probably never. He'll organize a steak out."
"That helped."
"So, Luke," she tried to sound casual, "While I got you here," she smiled, "What are we going to do about this."
"About what?"
"About our plot to kill Taylor. You think the town will go for it? We can hold a secret meeting and see how they feel about it if you're really that unsure," she deadpanned.
"Oh, about this," he pointed his finger between the two of them, "You mean."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Well, you wanna do something about this?"
"I don't know," she sighed out, "I mean the kiss, erm—kisses, were amazing. Like foot-popping amazing. But what about, y'know, our friendship?"
"Well, I think we've successfully ruined that."
"Well do you want to give this a try?" Lorelai asked, "Give us a try?" She corrected herself. 'This' was used when you were thinking about switching your laundry detergents because the other one is cheaper plus you have a coupon. 'Us' was used in terms of relationships.
"Only if you want to," he supplied, never being one to go out on a limb by himself.
"Well, I want to only if you want to."
"Well, do you?"
"Do you?"
"Do you?"
"Do you?"
Luke sighed, "We gotta stop this. We could go for hours."
"I know," she sighed, "I just don't want to—I mean, you're one of my best friends and I—well I guess I just don't want to ruin that."
"Well, we could pretend like the kiss never happened. You know, if you want."
Lorelai left out a small chuckle, "God. There we go again."
"Well, it's up to you. Make a decision, now would you? Before Taylor gets half a brain and realizes that just because the diner door says closed, doesn't mean the doors are locked."
"Yeah," she answered, "But why does it have to be my decision?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Oh we are not doing that again!" Luke shouted, eliciting a chuckle from Lorelai. She pressed her finger on top of his lips, then with her other hand pointed towards Taylor's assumed general direction.
"Luke?" Taylor asked again from outside, "I heard that Luke!"
Both let out another soft chuckle at Taylor's expense. Lorelai dropped her hand from Luke's mouth, and rested it comfortably on his chest, just inches away from her head.
"He doesn't give up, does he?" Lorelai smiled.
"Apparently you've never met Taylor," Luke chuckled.
"So, back to the 'us' part of the conversation," Lorelai brought things back into focus, "The kiss, or should I say kisses, kinda prohibit continuing the established diner owner diner customer relationship, but,"
"Always a but," Luke said flatly.
"No, it's not that I don't want too, it's just," she paused, not sure how to explain it to him.
"Just what?"
She sighed, "I don't want to hurt you."
Luke let out another quiet chuckle, "Is that all?" He asked in an amused tone.
Lorelai hit him playfully on the chest, "What! Are you laughing at me? I'm trying to be serious here and you're laughing at me!"
"Lorelai, you won't hurt me."
"How do you know that. I've hurt a lot of people. And not just with my kickass Tae Bo skills. Cause I'm here to tell you folks that one class is totally enough to make you a breathing, walking, Tae Bo-ing machine."
"It's not like I'm made of glass or something, Lorelai. If we break up, we break up. I'll get over it, you'll eat a lot of ice cream and get over it, but I promise you, we'll both be okay. We'll be back to diner owner and diner customer in no time."
"I didn't mean to imply that you were made of glass or something."
"I know."
"Then why the reference?"
"So that you would know."
Lorelai smiled, "So, what now then?"
"I'm thinking blue for the walls with a white trim. Classic," Luke teased.
Lorelai hit him playfully on the chest again. She propped her head up so that she could face him, "You know what I meant."
Luke lifted his head up off the ground, "Yea. I know what you meant."
"I want this," she stated plainly. "Do you want this?"
He placed his arms around her waist, and pulled her up into another passionate kiss, this time with the intention of stopping within a few seconds.
When they broke apart again, both wearing the same goofy grin on their faces, Luke just said simply, "I want this."
"Really, cause I was worried there for a second that, that was a good-bye, nice knowin' ya kiss. Sorta 'here's lookin' at you kid' moment," she teased in her normal Lorelai-like fashion.
Luke rolled his eyes, "Romantic."
"Says the man that screamed 'finally' at the end of Love Story."
"What'd ya expect? Me to come out balling like you?"
"A little emotion never hurt anybody."
Luke just smiled, "Taylor's been quiet awhile. You think he's finally gone?"
Lorelai shrugged, "I donno, maybe. Why?"
"Because we're currently laying on my diner floor. There's got to be a health violation somewhere in this."
"In what? Laying on the floor?"
"Well, that and, I thought maybe we could go someplace where we didn't have to lay on the floor behind my counter," he nudged his head in the direction of the stairs to his apartment.
Lorelai raised her eyebrows, "And just what are you insinuating, Mr. Danes?"
Luke gave her a look, "Lorelai."
She sighed, and rested her head back down on his chest, "I really, really want too. You have no idea how much. I just, well, Rory's gonna wonder what we're doing, show up, and we don't need her finding out about this—us that way."
"And just what are you insinuating, Ms. Gilmore?" He shot her own comment back at her.
"Shut up. We're both adults here, stupid head."
"We're both adults here, stupid head," he repeated her words, "Huh. Not exactly the insult I would have chosen to end that sentence, but whatever works."
"I really do have to go."
"Then why are you still laying on top of me. I'm not stopping you."
"Well your hands are on my head and back, so,"
He lifted his hands off of her, "You're clear for take off."
She lifted her head back up, "Goodbye kiss?"
Luke smiled, "Of course." This time both of them leaned their heads in together, each meeting each other in another passionate, beginning of a relationship kiss. Screw the chaste 'see you later, and remember to pick up some more toilet paper' goodbye kiss that plagues the latter part of relationships, this was the full on 'meet me at midnight and will continue this' goodbye kiss. The good kind.
The perfect kind.
"I really do have to go," Lorelai breathed out after they broke apart again.
"I know," Luke said as she pulled her in for yet another kiss. It was like the blind leading the blind. Expect she knew a lot about kissing. You don't just know a little about kissing and get knocked up at sixteen. And he had probably been around the block a few times himself. But that was besides the point.
"Damn this is hard," Lorelai cursed when they finally ended the kiss.
Luke just smiled, "So, while you're stuck there,"
"I'm just under your spell or something," Lorelai butted in.
"What are we gonna tell the town?"
"Oh dammit," Lorelai groaned, "Stupid small town."
"Well?"
"Nothing," Lorelai stated simply.
"What?"
"We tell them nothing. It'll be like on Friends when Monica and Chandler were sneaking around during season five, a brilliant season I might add."
"Hang on there. Chandler? What kind of a name is Chandler?"
"I don't know. They named him."
"Is that even a name?"
Lorelai nodded, "Yep. Me and Rory even looked it up one day, right at the start of our obsession."
Luke sighed, "So, a secret?"
Lorelai nodded, "A secret. Expect to Rory."
"Well of course, Rory is trustworthy."
"Oh, oh, and Sookie!"
"What about Jackson?" Luke pointed out, "Won't she tell Jackson, which will start the grapevine, and leave Miss Patty and/or Babette camping out in front of my diner."
Lorelai shrugged, "Eh. I guess your right. But when we finally come clean, you get to explain to Sookie why I couldn't tell her. Remember I wanted to tell her, but you wouldn't let me for fear of her telling Jackson. All on you, buddy."
"I'm willing to accept the consequences for you."
Lorelai smiled, "Wow. You're off to a good start."
"What can I say?"
"So, I was thinkin', well I guess thinkin' within these past couple of seconds but thinkin' nonetheless, Rory's spending the night at Babette and Morey's, house-sitting, which leaves me in the house all by my lonesome."
Luke raised his eyebrows, "And just what are you insinuating, Miss Gilmore?" He teased, stealing her line again from earlier.
Lorelai gave him a look, "Dirty. And I was wondering if you would like to have a movie night with me. We'll watch all the classics, eat tons of junk food," Luke gave her a look, "Well I'll eat tons of junk food and you'll pound down the carrot sticks, you wild child!"
"Sounds good. I'll bring some food too, that way I know something green will make it on to your table for once."
"Ahh, now you're off to a great start!" Lorelai congratulated him, before leaning down and giving him one more, slightly more chaste kiss. The other kisses hadn't gotten her far, might as well lower the rating a little for better results.
"See you later then?"
Lorelai nodded as she began the slow process of getting up off the floor, "Yea, show up around seven. That works for you, right?"
"Well seeing as how I am now officially Mr. Perfect Boyfriend, it works," he teased as he stood up. "I'll see you at seven then.
"Yep," Lorelai smiled, "Seven." They both nodded awkwardly, ignoring Taylor's angry calls from outside.
Luke nudged his head outside, "Well I guess we found out the question to that Taylor question, huh?" He laughed awkwardly.
Lorelai smiled, "Oh, you don't have to walk outside."
"I'm sorry."
"Eh, you'll make it up to me tonight."
"So, this whole secret thing? Still wanna do it?"
"Unless you want Babette and Miss Patty on your ass twenty four-seven," she pointed out, "So the random urge to PDA will just have to be ignored for a little while."
He nodded, "Yeah. You're right."
"Get used to it, buster," she teased. "Well, I can at least hug you, right?" She leaned in and gave him a friendly hug before he had a chance to argue.
"So, seven?"
Lorelai pulled away, "Yep. See you then." She smiled once more, before turning and walking out of the diner. Smiling like she had a hanger stuck in her mouth.
Not even Taylor could bring her down today.
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