Chapter 3: Just Peachy


As soon as the door closes behind us, Luke spins around and cups my face in his hands. He gently places his lips on mine. When he pulls away, I'm smiling.


"Now, now, that won't do!" I say, grab his collar and pull him down to kiss him, hard. He places his hands on my waist and gently pushes me up against the door. "Ouch!" I exclaim, as I am pushed into the doorknob.


"Sorry! Are you okay?" Luke asks, a little out of breath. His hands don't move from my waist. Instead, he grips a little harder, as if scared that I will leave if he lets go.


Moving slightly to the left, I laugh, "I'm just peachy" and kiss him again. He pushes me against the door, this time there is no knob. He slides me up inch by inch until I am leaning my head down to keep our lips in contact. My hands start to explore his back, but his stupid leather jacket is in the way. Why did he even buy that stupid thing anyway? Oh yeah, I bought it for him.


Involuntarily, I let slip a groan of disappointment. Luke stops kissing me for a moment, staring at me. I tap his jacket and kiss him again, slipping it off his shoulders. As soon as the jacket is off, his hands shoot right back up: one goes back to my waist while the other shoots up to rest on my neck. One of my hands slips under the collar of his black shirt, exploring his toned, muscular back while the other plays with the little curls of hair at the nape of his neck.


I open my mouth again, feeling very bold that I am making the first move. This isn't like me. I'm NEVER this forward. I like this new Lorelai I have discovered, that only Luke can only bring out in me. This thought propels me to deepen the kiss even farther.


After a few seconds of passionate kissing, Luke's lips start to explore my neck, trailing kisses down and across my collarbone. While I catch my breath, I shimmy out of my long jacket and kick off my ever so uncomfortable shoes. Okay, I think to myself, Luke has given me enough surprises for tonight. It's my turn. My hands continue to explore Luke's back, gently tugging it out of his pants


Luke breaks his line of kisses and looks me in the eye. "Really?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I answer by pulling his shirt over his head and kissing him deeply. I can tell by Luke's voice that he was definitely not expecting me to do that. But I wasn't either. My hands go after his stupid belt buckle. Again, what was he thinking by wearing that, huh? After a few seconds of letting our tongues delve into each other's mouths, Luke shows absolutely no hesitation in unzipping my dress.


I giggle a little into his mouth and break apart. Pretending to look scandalized, I say, "Luke!" I hear something resembling "Shut up" emit from his mouth as he pushes his lips against mine.One by one, our clothing is strewn across the floor as we make our way, while still kissing passionately, to his bed.


To be continued...