Love from the beginning

They're Upstairs

Luke's POV:
I grabbed her. I forcefully pulled her upstairs. I didn't mean to. I just felt this sudden urge. After all these years, I didn't know Lorelai noticed me. She is so beautiful, and I'm so eghhh, even though she has told me on numerous occasions how dreamy-looking I am. But that is besides the point. We went upstairs, I unlocked the door. And we just fell right on my bed. It was a dreamy situation.

3rd person:
They were madly in love. Luke caressed her body, going from her hair, to her cheeks, to her forearms, he dragged his overly-large hands over every crevice of Lorelai's body. She let out soft moans every now and then.
"Oh, Luke."
"Do you want me to stop? Cause I'm enjoying this. I really am, Lorelai."
"No. This feels so good."
It continued. She ripped his flannel and his jeans off. He unbuttoned her beige, curve-hugging dress (in which he thought she looked absolutely stunning in.) the furious love-making went on. And it went on. It was passionate.
"Lorelai, Lor, I love you. I love you so much."
Lorelai stopped. She gaped. She smiled effortlessly. She responded with the best answer Luke should've hoped for;
"Oh, oh, Luke, I love you, too. This feels so amazing to admit finally. I love you."
After they were done, Luke undid the bed and carried and placed Lorelai there, even though she was buck naked. He didn't care. He didn't care what she looked like or how she will look. He loved her.
She woke up at 4 AM when Luke's alarm went off. He was shuffling to shut off his alarm. Lorelai was slowly waking up. He saw her eyes flutter.
"Good morning, babe," he said as he kissed her forehead. "I love you."
"Good morning, Luke. I love you too."
She opened her eyes and as soon as he turned back to face her again, she trapped his cheeks, pushed back his hair, and forcefully pushed their lips together. It sounded rough. But it didn't look or feel rough at all. It was wet. It was passionate. It was meant-to-be. It was still a little early. He was getting up to go take a shower. She creeped behind him and followed to the bathroom. He didn't hear her, and as soon as he turned his back to the shower and finished setting it up, Lorelai was standing in front of him, naked.
"May I join?"
"Um, yea, of course you can, love."
They got in, spent an hour in there. It was a mix of passionately making out, caressing each other's bodies, or just staring at each other and saying "I love you."
Luke put on the usual wardrobe: flannel long sleeve, jeans, green cargo jacket, and his backwards navy-blue baseball cap. Lorelai couldn't resist. He was about to say goodbye to her when she jumped on him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he held her tightly. He tilted her back so they can stare at each other for awhile. She stared into his deep dreamy eyes while he stared at her plump lips. He couldn't take it. He pulled her in close and kissed her like never before. I don't want to ever ever ever ruin this. I love her so much. She sent him on his way and she laid in his bed snuggled with his pillow that smelled like Luke "Butch" Danes.