"You're officially a Yale graduate!" Logan practically yelled when they met up after her graduation ceremony, spinning her around. She smiled as her feet touched back down, saw him beaming with pride. Her parents and grandparents joined not long after their brief moment of excitement. She was a Yale graduate. And despite not getting the New York Times fellowship, she knew the pieces would fall into place shortly. She had the gut feeling.
"So, now that you're a graduate, what are you going to do next?" Lorelai asked her, voice booming like a sports announcer.
"I'm going to Disney World," she replied, making three of the five in her company laugh. Even though the joke didn't go so well with Richard and Emily, she could still see their pride in their smiles. Logan wrapped his arm around her waist, thumb making gentle circles on her hip.
"So, why don't we go out and celebrate?" Christopher suggested. She knew his intentions were good, but the next few days had already been planned out for her. That night was dedicated to just her and Logan, the following was a DAR party with Richard and Emily, and then it was the fantastic party in Stars Hollow where her dad would be attending.
"I wish I could, but Logan has made plans tonight," she replied. The gentle let-down didn't show on her dad's face, but she knew he was disappointed. She knew a parent had only one Yale graduation day per child, and this was hers. To be honest, it was kind of a let down to her to not be able to spend every second with her family, but she also knew she could only take so much of the four of them together before she started going nuts.
"That's okay. I'll see you in a few days, Ror." Logan let go of her long enough for her to say her goodbyes to her family. It was a bittersweet moment as she looked back at Yale after her family left.
"You okay, Ace?" Logan asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, kissing her neck gently before resting his chin on her shoulder. Her hands found his, entwining with them.
"Yeah. I just can't believe this is it. That it's over," she said after a moment of thought.
"But think about it. This may be over, but this whole big new chapter of your life is starting. And I'm going to be with you every step of the way." They stood like that for a few more minutes before he pulled away and took her hand, leading her back to his apartment for their night of fun.
"Logan," she sighed as he pushed her against the door. Her robes had been discarded in the car, leaving her in the black dress underneath. She could tell he couldn't keep his eyes off her the entire ride. Her suspicions were found to be reality as soon as they stepped in the apartment and his lips found her in a feverish haste. He pushed her against the door, hands dropping to her waist while hers found her way to his hair.
The battle of dominance continued like this for several minutes before he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms around his neck. She could feel his arousal as he carried her to the bedroom, kissing her neck, chest, lips, wherever he could touch. The only thing going through her mind was her deep need to be with him in any way that she could.
He sat back on the bed, allowing her to straddle him. One thing many people didn't know about Logan Huntzberger like she did was that despite his need for control, when it came to the bedroom, he was happy to let her do whatever she wanted to him. She separated from him for a moment, taking in the look on his face. His eyes were almost black, his cheeks a bright red, lips parted slightly. She smiled, him returning the look, before she kissed him forcefully again.
He moaned against her lips as she shifted her weight to where their hips were flush, friction with every move. He unzipped the back of her dress as she slid her arms out of the straps to where the fabric pooled around her waist. She unbuttoned his shirt, fingers fumbling occasionally, until his chest was exposed. Her fingernails found their way to the exposed flesh, leaving marks as they glided down from his pecs to his belt. He moaned against her lips again before she started undoing the belt.
"God, Ace," he said as she pulled back for a moment. Both their chests were heaving as she stood, letting the dress fall to the floor. She saw him take this opportunity to loosen his tie and rid himself of his shirt. As he was about to take the tie off, she stopped him, pulling him up with her by the fabric. Their lips met again, this time their hands undressing each other like their lives depended on it. She undid his pants as he unclasped her bra, both pieces of clothing discarded quickly.
He turned them around, pushing her back onto the bed and hovering above her. They didn't touch, not sexually at least. His hand caressed her cheek, stroking her cheekbone. She wondered what was going through his mind. But she didn't move. Neither of them did for a few more moments when he kissed her softly.
She let her eyes flutter shut and one of her hands moved to the nape of his neck. Not to speed anything up, but to make sure he didn't pull away. There were times she thought he would leave. Hell, there were times he had, but this intimacy - this gentleness that was Logan Huntzberger - made her forget all those times. All she wanted was him with her.
Her hands moved from the nape of his neck down his back to rest on his hips, fingers playing with the hem of his boxers. He smiled against her lips, and she knew she had won. The prize? She wasn't sure, but she knew whatever it was, she wanted it.
He pulled away again, this time to rid himself of the boxers before his lips found their way to her neck, down her shoulder to her chest. He took her right nipple in his mouth, tongue playing gently before nibbling. This elicited a moan, and she could feel herself become more aroused. Then, he moved to the other side, one of his hands holding hers while the other pushed the fabric of her panties away gently. His fingers played with her clit, causing her to moan while his mouth still made work of her nipples.
His lips then gently kissed their way down her stomach until he was kneeling on the ground. She propped herself up on her elbows as he pulled the garment off, discarding it on the floor with the rest. Teasingly, he moved closer and closer until she could feel his breath. But she didn't want his breath, she wanted him, and she knew he knew it. He gave her his 'Logan' smirk before his tongue traced its way up her slit. One of his hands spread her open, giving him access to her.
Her breathing picked up as he swirled his tongue over her clit a few times before he started sucking gently. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he continued. "Oh," she moaned, her breathing becoming erratic. She could swear he laughed to himself by the vibrations it had caused, causing her to curse under her breath. Without much warning, he slipped a finger inside her, causing her toes to curl.
His finger moved in and out at a dreadfully slow pace before another joined it. She could feel herself get wetter, his fingers finding that one spot that could get her screaming his name in no time.
"Logan," she moaned, one foot propping itself up on his shoulder to allow him to get deeper. "Oh. Fuck. Fuck." Her head fell back, back arching. Before she was able to cum, however, he stopped, moving back up and kissing her roughly. He bit her bottom lip gently, and one of her hands started working on his erection, causing his breath to hitch.
"Need you," she mumbled against his lips. He reached over, grabbing a condom off the bedside-table. She saw him fumble with it for a moment before opening it. She took it out of his hands, rolling it down him, continuing to move her hand along his shaft. They spent a couple more seconds, lips fighting each other before he entered her, causing both of them to moan.
He stayed like that for a couple moments, foreheads pressed together before he started gently rocking back and forth. One of her legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him all the way in.
"I need you," she said again, this time almost a growl. He smirked again before thrusting in and out, causing her back to arch. "Logan," she moaned, knowing hearing his name fall from her lips like this made him crazy. Her nails scratched down his back as he picked up the pace. Their lips met again, amid curses and moans from both parties. When their lips separated, he flipped them over, allowing her all the control.
Slowly, at first, she moved gently, rocking back and forth before picking up the pace. He held onto her hips in an almost bruising grip as she went faster, his hips meeting hers every time.
"Rory," he panted, eyes half shut as her pace quickened just a little bit more. Her breathing was coming in short gasps, but she knew this wasn't over yet. "Oh, yes," he moaned again. Every time she heard him in such pleasure, it send chills down her spine knowing she did this to him. "Rory, don't stop." He was almost pleading with her, which caused her to slow down significantly. This was something she knew he did not like, the teasing.
He flipped them back over, maneuvering them up the bed so he could grab onto the headboard to give him leverage as he quickened and hardened his thrusts. The other hand grabbed hers as their lips met in another kiss. Her free hand came up to cup his cheek even after their lips had parted.
"Let go," she told him softly. She knew he was holding back, trying to make this last. He let go of her hand, moving down her body until he pressed against her clit as his thrusts became more erratic. "Oh," she moaned as she felt herself come closer to the edge.
"Feels so good," he managed to say, his thumb becoming more aggressive with her clit causing her to fall over the edge, toes curling, screams of his name falling from her lips. He wasn't too far behind with her name rolling off his tongue like a prayer. She felt his hips buck a couple more times with no rhythm as a groan came out from deep within his chest.
The two stayed like that as they tried to regain themselves. His hand now resting on her hip, Her hands let go of the sheets she'd gripped onto for dear life, but her leg was still around his waist and his hand still gripping onto the headboard.
She pulled down on the tie, bringing his lips crashing into hers again. When they separated this time, he laid beside her and she curled into him, head resting on his chest. "That was unbelievable," she finally said, breaking the silence. All he could do was mutter a hushed 'yeah' while he played with her hair. She looked up at him, his eyes telling her everything.
"I love you," he said, a smile coming to his lips. Not his usual smirk, but a smile that reached his eyes.
"I love you too," she replied, her fingers painting designs on his stomach. Their silence, although comfortable, lasted an eternity before he spoke again.
"Ace, I love you more than anything in this world. I mean, you make me the best version of me. What I'm trying to say… Marry me." What? The words he was saying barely processed.
She'd seen herself marrying him for a long time. She could see a future with him, but was she ready? She'd just graduated, she had a world of opportunity ahead of her, yet all she could see was him. They looked at each other, she could see his facial expression change from anticipation to worry.
"Yes," she answered with a smile and tears in her eyes. "Yes, I'll marry you."