Luke yawned as he walked into his apartment. He had just closed the diner, and he was surprised to note that Lorelai hadn't come back for a late night cup of coffee like she normally did. Oh well, he thought, she could use a little less caffeine. But still, he would've liked to see her.

Not that he had a thing for her or anything. Oh no, the only feelings he had for her were strictly platonic. And you could have platonic feelings for someone and still think they were good looking. She's more than good looking, he thought, she's gorgeous. He thought back to earlier that day when she and Rory had come into the diner for breakfast. He had refused to give her a second cup of coffee and she had actually gotten onto her knees and begged. Luke laughed at the thought.

He remembered her staring up at him from the floor, pursing her lips. And then there was that smile. When he gave in and poured her another cup she flashed him her smile and he remembered his entire chest filling with this warmth that he hadn't felt in ages.

Oh hell, who was he kidding? He loved Lorelai more than he had ever loved anyone, even Rachel. He would never admit it though, he was quite happy with the way things were. Or happy enough. He didn't know: he was only sure of one thing and that was that he would never tell Lorelai how he felt.

The telephone rang, breaking his train of thought. Glancing at the clock, he picked up the phone. "Yea?" he asked gruffly, not used to 10:00 phone calls.

"Luke. Come play Scrabble with me."

"Lorelai? You do know that it's 10 at night, right? Is your clock broken again?"

"No, everything's fine, I just need a Scrabble opponent."

"So what are you callin' me for? Play with Rory." Luke sat on the couch, uncharacteristically happy to be hearing her voice. He should be irritated as hell because she called him, but he wasn't.

"Normally I would, but she went to a double feature at the drive-in with Dean, leaving me all alone. Please?"

"Why the sudden desire to play Scrabble?"

"Oh come on, isn't playing Scrabble what every single woman does on a Friday night?"

"Well, normally old women like yourself are in bed already."

"Hey! Who do you think you're calling old? You're not exactly a pimply faced kid who's just hit puberty and discovered the wonders of girls in white t-shirts, so there!"

Luke laughed. "Okay, okay."

"So you will you come over and play with me?"

Oh I'd like to play with you, all right. "All right, fine. I'll be over in ten minutes."

"Thank you so so so so much, Luke. Maybe I'll even let you win!"

"You don't need to, I'll beat you anyway."

"Hurry up and get over here and show me you're stuff!"

Luke placed the phone down and headed out the door.

!*!

Lorelai looked at herself in the mirror for the thirteenth time, not sure whether she should put her hair up or down and whether she should change her clothes. Hmm, she thought, what does one wear to play a game of scrabble? After several minutes of debating, she decided to keep her hair down and stay in what she was already wearing.

Why was she making such a big deal out of this anyway? It's just scrabble with a friend, a harmless game. Because, Lorelai told herself, you're in love with this man, stop denying it. She couldn't help it; she'd always had a thing for him but never really acted on it. There were several times when she had thought he had the same feelings, but she couldn't be sure. She certainly wasn't about to ask him. Yes, she'd ask him anything from what color boxers he wore to the shampoo he used, but nothing this personal.

She heard the knock at the door and looked into the mirror one more time. She checked her teeth: good, nothing in there that shouldn't be. The last thing she needed was for Luke to find something to tease her about. Which he did on most days. If she didn't know him better, she'd say he made it a habit to tease her.

Lorelai opened the door and saw him standing there, baseball cap backwards, plaid flannel shirt unbuttoned over a blue t-shirt, tight jeans, and his half smile. Oh God, he smells good too. He's so handsome, ugh, I just want to throw him on the couch and jump his bones.

"Hey," she said, stepping aside to let him enter.

"Ready to be beaten?" he asked, walking inside.

Stop thinking dirty thoughts, Lorelai chided herself. "No way, boy, you're going down."

They walked into the kitchen, where Lorelai had set up the game.

"Prepare to lose, Luke. I may always fail at beating my 16 year old daughter, but against you, whose vocabulary consists of only grunts and moans, ha, I will triumph!" She threw her arms in the air.

Luke smiled at her. There was that smile again. "Are we going to play, or are you going to poke fun at me all night?"

"Oh, thanks for reminding me, I forgot my poking stick, I can't reach you from across the table."

"Lorelai."

"All right, all right. For a man about to lose pitifully you seem pretty confident."

"Please, I'm playing with you, who makes up words on a daily basis."

"I do not!"

"Are we playing or not?"

"Yes, let the games begin!" As Lorelai began picking out her 7 letters, she said, "I'm going first."

"Fine," Luke agreed.

A look of dismay spread across her face as she examined what she had chosen. "My letters suck, you can go first."

"No way, you called it, you're going first." He laughed as she gave him a dirty look and stared at her letters. Finally, she spelled out the word 'bra.' "5 points for me," she said.

Luke laughed. "Bra?"

"Hey, it's a word, and I told you, my letters suck."

He continued laughing as he placed his own word on the board. 'Sweet'. "16 points for me," he added, recording his own score. He could imagine the look on Lorelai's face; she must be pissed.

"No fair! You cheated!"

"How did I cheat?"

"You got all the good letters."

"That's not cheating, that's picking good letters. Your turn."

Lorelai studied her letters and finally put down 'touch'. "28 points!" She stood up and did a little dance, as Luke watched in amusement.

"I'm going to beat you," she said in a singsong voice. She stuck her tongue out and got in his face, and it wasn't until she realized that theirs mouths were inches apart that she sat back down.

Luke looked down at his letters, and hoped his face hadn't grown red. Having her so close to him, her lips only a few inches away from his, certainly had an affect on his body. He silently cursed himself for having worn such tight pants. Not wanting to let Lorelai know he was distracted, he put down his word. "Rough- 27 points. That's 43 to 33."

Lorelai wasn't really concentrating on the score. She couldn't believe she had gotten so close to him. Close enough to feel his hot breath against her face; close enough to smell his intoxicatingly manly scent. Her heart was pounding in her chest. 'Hard' was her next word, giving her 11 more points.

Luke said nothing; he only placed his next word on the board: 'heat'. What a word for that specific time: the room was so hot he could barely breathe correctly. The situation in his pants was growing increasingly uncomfortable, he just hoped Lorelai hadn't noticed it.

But she had. How could you miss it? After catching a glimpse she couldn't help but realize that she was exceptionally hot and bothered as well. But could he tell? She put down her next word: 'wet.'

He felt his manhood shift in his pants. What was with her words? Was she as full of desire as he was? He put down his next word, 'want', and hoped she'd respond.

Lorelai stared at the word. Oh God, yes, she wanted him. So bad she could nearly taste it. She looked down at her letters and couldn't believe the luck she had in choosing them. 'Badly.'

'Sexy' was his next word. He knew he had been saving that 'x' for something.

She looked into his eyes; dark brown mixed with desire and passion, and put down her next word. 'Moan.'

His next word: 'Need'.

Her next word: 'Passion'.

His next word: 'Kiss'.

The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing. Both knew the game had gone on far enough. Luke stared into her eyes and backed his chair away from the table. He walked slowly over to her and pulled her to her feet. His fingers slid up her arms; his touch sending her body into a frenzy. She stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his as she pressed against him, the bulge in his pants making contact with her body. His hands trailed up her arms, making their way to her neck. His fingers grazed her smooth skin, and he lowered his head to her. His tongue darted across her flesh, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. She threw her head back, giving him better access, and he began to suck and lick her skin. She knocked off his baseball cap, sending it to the floor with a thud.

Lorelai's hands worked their way down his back, and dug underneath his plaid shirt. She tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it from his pants. She slid her hands underneath his shirt and touched his bare skin, her touch causing him to suck harder. She was positive that he'd left a huge mark that would be a nightmare to cover up, but she didn't care. She moved her knee in between his legs and he pressed his hard on against her. He moaned into her neck, and once satisfied with job he'd done, pulled away and lowered his lips onto her mouth.

Both had always dreamt about how it would feel to kiss the other, but neither knew it would feel this intense. His lips hungrily devoured hers in an act of desperation, and Lorelai returned his passion with equal force. Her tongue slid into his mouth and dueled with his as Luke's hands traveled down her backside. When he was reaching down far enough, he pulled her into his arms and carried her onto the couch.

Straightening her back, she sat up and took off Luke's plaid shirt, letting it fall to the floor. She removed his t-shirt in the same manner, only this time throwing it across the room. Her placed her hands along his bare chest, her touch sending jolts of electricity through his body. Her lips placed gentle kisses along his chest, until she pulled away and stared into his eyes. For a minute nothing but passion and sexual need passed between them, and each knew they had gone too far to stop. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, Lorelai lifted it over her head and dropped it on the ground. She watched Luke's reaction as his eyes devoured her body.

"You are so beautiful," he said, caressing her skin with the back of his hand. He couldn't tell whether she was blushing or not: her cheeks were flushed.

Lorelai stood and reached her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. His hands pulled hers away; he finished the job, allowing the lace bra to slide off her shoulders. His fingers lightly ran along her back as she came in for another kiss-her chest making contact with his. Lorelai wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself completely against him while she deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her back as he pressed his jean-clad groin against hers. They fell back onto the couch; Lorelai wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed his erection against her.

Lorelai moaned, and knew it was becoming harder and harder to wait. As much as she would've like to prolong their first time, she didn't think she could wait much longer. She could tell Luke was having a hard time too, and she pulled away. Luke rolled off of her and unzipped his pants while Lorelai did the same. She eased them over her hips, and at the same time pulled her panties down with them. She slid them over her bare feet and gave a sideways glance to Luke to see the progress he was making. His hands were positioned on his zipper, but he had stopped when he realized Lorelai was completely naked.

She smirked and leaned over him, her hands cupping his erection through his pants. He moaned as she finished unzipping him and lifted his hips so she could pull his tight pants off. She removed his shoes and removed his pants, and he sat before her with only the thin material of his plaid boxers covering his dick. He smiled at her as he inched the material slowly down, teasing her.

"No time for teasing!" she cried, hooking her fingers around the elastic of his shorts. She pulled them down in one swift motion.

She stared at him with wide eyes. "You were certainly well endowed!" she said, measuring him with her eyes. She turned her head sideways to get another angle.

"C'mere," he said, pulling her on top of him. She wrapped her legs around him and poised herself at his center. This is it, thought Luke and Lorelai at the same time. She lowered herself onto his large member and both let out a long moan as he filled her completely.

He thrust into her harder, and she moved her hips against his to send him deeper inside of her. His thrusts were quick and rough; she matched his pace with ardor. While he stroked into her, his hands moved to her perky breasts and he massaged them. Her hands covered his, and she pressed her chest closer to him. He squeezed and pulled, eliciting long, sensual moans from her throat. He took her rosy nipples between his fingers and played with them, pulling and tugging.

Bringing his hands down to her waist, he pulled her closer, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue drew wild, fast circles around the small bud as he grabbed her ass.

Lorelai could feel herself coming closer to the edge-not only was Luke talented at making coffee; he certainly knew how to use certain body parts. She pulled her chest away from him and arched her back. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but he continued at the job at hand. She rode him harder, faster, grinding her hips against his until at the same time they found release.

He thrust one last time, until he finally hit her magic spot that so many men had sought but few had found, and she lost control. Her inner muscles clamped around him and contracted wildly as her orgasm washed over her. Her climax brought on his as well, and he shot his hot, creamy fluids inside her wet center.

Lorelai collapsed on top of him as the spasming ceased, and her panted against his chest. He stayed inside of her, enjoying the warmth and security she gave him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her near for what seemed an eternity, until she finally got off of him and sat beside him. She reached behind them and pulled the blanket off the side of the couch and covered them with it.

Luke reached over and brushed a strand of her dark hair from her sweaty forehead. His fingers traced her jawbone and then her soft lips. She kissed him gently, and he smiled at her.

"It's about time that happened," he said quietly.

"You know what would make this even better?" Lorelai asked as she nestled her head against his shoulder.

"What?" he replied, resting his head against hers.

She moaned. "Mmmm, some coffee!"

Luke laughed. "No way. I'm not going anywhere."

She thought about that, and replied, "Good."

With smiles on their faces, Luke and Lorelai fell asleep.

!*!

Dean and Rory walked into the Gilmore home at 2 the next morning, holding hands and talking about the double feature they had just seen.

"That was so fun, Dean!" Rory exclaimed quietly as they tiptoed into the hallway.

"Thanks for letting me use the bathroom, I should've listened to you when you said not to order the large soda."

She smiled at him, and they walked into the kitchen. They both froze when they saw the unfinished Scrabble game sitting on the center of the table. They leaned over the table and read the words, bringing shocked looks amongst their faces.

"I didn't think your mom was bored enough to play a game of Scrabble with herself," Dean said as they shifted to get a better look.

Rory looked questioningly at the board, not believing it either. And then she saw it: the baseball cap lying on the ground. She picked it up, knowing instantly whom it belonged to. "Oh my God," she said.

Dean looked at the hat and then realized that Lorelai *did* have a partner for her Scrabble game.

Rory walked slowly into the living room, and saw her mother lying asleep against Luke's chest. A large smile crossed her face.

"It's about time," Rory said. She looked up at Dean, and the young couple walked slowly out of the room.