Title: The Confrontation
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Have no money. Don't bother with the law suit! P.S. ASP, I worship the ground you walk on!
Rating: PG, for sexual situations/connotations
Summary: Post- "But Not As Cute As Pushkin." What did Logan do after receiving the news?
Author's Note: To undoubtablyjess for being the bestest a girl could ever ask for. I know you've seen this before, but I thought I'd finally share it with the rest of the world. Thanks go out to auchic for beta-ing and not telling me that it was crap. I owe you one. Oh, and feedback is like life. Give, please?
"That was not a very nice thing you did." She didn't even realize that he'd been standing behind her, which is necessarily her excuse for her purely physical reaction to his words. She can't even attempt to suppress the shiver crawling down her spine as the softly uttered words land on the outer shell of her ear.
"What are you talking about," she replies all innocence, refusing to turn towards his voice or lean back into his body because she knows what will happen if she does… when she does.
It's funny that she thinks about them as something already in motion. She truly believes that the relationship is inevitable while at the same time she does everything humanly possible to make sure that there is no relationship to speak of. It's quite the contradiction, yet, it makes perfect sense to her.
"You know what I'm talking about, Ace," he continues, moving to sit down beside her on the bench. She chose this place knowing that eventually he would find her here. Knowing that of all the places on campus this would be the most neutral for them to have their first official battle. Clearly, she thinks to herself, she has no feelings for him of anything but a friendly nature. Friends do that to friends, play little tricks. They do! Friends also spend inordinate amounts of time thinking about each other in friendly ways. Friends often obsess about their closeness to each other, wishing that they could be just that little bit closer to touch. Friends often think about each other every second they're not together and wonder, longingly, what it would be like to be the first in that long line…
"No, I really don't." She speaks more harshly than she had originally intended, but the course of her thoughts has impaired her mood slightly. Perhaps a little more than slightly.
"How did you get Richard to agree to it?" He says it calmly, as if her grandfather visiting him was an everyday occurrence.
"You saw grandpa? When was he here?" Again, maintaining the idealized picture of innocence, she turns to face him, giving him a guiltless smile.
"Yes, he came by yesterday to inform me about our impending engagement." She shivers as his fingers drag along her naked ring finger. She knows that she shouldn't be thinking about this, but she can't help imagining what it would be like to belong to him. No. No, she can't think that way. But knowing that he's just doing it to get a rise out of her, she doesn't jerk her hand away like all of her impulses scream at her.
"When did we get engaged?" She turns to him quietly, and realizes only too late, that he now has the advantage. His hand still rests on hers, softly caressing her fingers, possessing while attempting to distract. Okay, not attempting, succeeding.
"According to your grandparents a few days ago." Eyes, so brown and warm. She feels herself start to melt but knows that she can't give in to him. She needs to stay strong. She needs to show him that she can win. "My parents have already discussed our prenup as well as property settlements." Suddenly her fingers are no longer at her side, but at his lips. Softly brushing over each of them in turn. Lost amidst all these emotions she doesn't hear the last thing he says. Only feels herself reply.
"It wasn't that hard actually, he wanted to do it." And her body stiffens. Oops.
The hand, once held so tenderly is now carelessly dropped back down. "He wanted to do it, huh? It seems I've underestimated you, Ace. I promise, I won't do it again." She watches as his trademark smirk creeps along his face as he gives her a solid once over. She feels her cheeks heat under his gaze, and looks away as quickly as possible under the circumstances. "Well, I'll leave you to your coffee," he continues as he stands up. "See you at the office." She doesn't miss the wink he sends to her before he walks away.
How could she think that she would get away with this. She's never been able to lie properly. But he needed to be taught. Needed to be shown that not everything can go his way. Plus, it was fun. Worth it just to imagine the look on his face when her grandfather started talking about her grandmother taking care of the engagement notices. She can't help but smile at the thought, even though she's just been bestest. She doesn't seem to mind, only stares into space watching him walk away.
Though, now that she thinks about it, it's not fair. He had an advantage. He knew exactly which buttons to push to get her to spill everything. He had the benefit of experience. That will have to change. He'll probably be thrilled by it. Little Rory Gilmore finally giving in to her baser instincts, going with the flow, and applying all the knowledge gained from those little books that she reads all the time.