"You're officially a Yale graduate!" Logan practically yelled when they met up after her graduation ceremony, spinning her around. He smiled as he set her back down, so proud of her and her hardwork and dedication. Her parents and grandparents joined not long after their brief moment of excitement. He was in love with Rory, and he was so happy to get to be part of this stepping stone in her life.
"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," Ace replied, making three of the five in her company laugh. Even though the joke didn't go so well with Richard and Emily, he could still tell they were extremely proud of their granddaughter, despite her setbacks and unusual upbringing - to say the least. He wrapped his arm around her waist, thumb making gentle circles on her hip.
"So, why don't we go out and celebrate?" Christopher suggested. Logan looked at Ace, not sure what her answer was going to be. He knew she didn't spend time with her dad, and he wouldn't stand in the way if she wanted to go out with him tonight.
"I wish I could, but Logan has made plans tonight," she replied. He had? Obviously, it was so Ace could get out of that one-on-one time. Or maybe she just wanted to spend the night with him. He wasn't sure which it was, but it didn't matter. His Ace was a Yale graduate.
"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. He saw the pain in her eyes as she turned away from him, looking at the buildings that had housed the last few years of their lives.
"You okay, Ace?" he 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 silence.
"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. He couldn't keep his eyes off her the entire ride, and it was even harder to keep his hands off while he drove. As soon as they stepped in the apartment, his lips found hers 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. He could feel his erection pressing against her, and surely she felt it too, as he carried her to the bedroom, kissing her neck, chest, lips, wherever he could touch. All he could think about was making his Ace happy, pleasured.
He sat back on the bed, allowing her to straddle him. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was surprised she couldn't feel it before they separated for a moment. All he could see was beauty. Her chestnut hair falling in perfect curls, her stunning blue eyes piercing him in a way only she could. Her cheeks were flushed and her body warm against his. She smiled 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. He could never get used to this. He didn't want to get used to it. He wanted it to feel brand new every single time, every scratch she made, every kiss, every bite. Both their chests were heaving as she stood, letting the dress fall to the floor. As she stood, he loosened his tie and tossed his shirt to the ground. He started working the tie undone, until she pulled the fabric to make him stand with it. 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. God, she was beautiful. Nothing could compare to her. He didn't know how he had let himself fall for her, but she'd ruined him. Not in a bad way, but in a way that nobody could understand. Nobody could understand why, despite everything, she never seemed to stop fascinating and challenging him. They couldn't understand why he could give everything up for her. They couldn't understand how much he really loved her. Neither of them moved for a few more moments before he kissed her softly.
He saw her eyes shut, and his did the same as they just kissed. Her hand found its way to the nape of his neck. He knew she didn't want to let go, didn't want him to leave her. God, he'dd never leave her again. All he wanted was 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, not wanting to wait any longer, but knowing he had to. This wasn't about him, this was about his Ace. All of this was for her.
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 he could feel her squirm under him. 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, his eyes meeting hers and seeing the desire in those sapphires made him want to pleasure her until she couldn't take it anymore. He discarding the fabric on the floor with the rest. Teasingly, he moved closer and closer until he was almost touching her. He knew she wanted him, the way her chest heaved. He gave her a 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. He laughed gently, softly. He wanted to take this a step further, so he slipped a finger inside her, causing her toes to curl.
His finger moved in and out slowly before another joined it. He could feel her get more and more aroused, so he cocked his fingers slightly, trying to find that spot that made her squirm.
"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. God the things this woman could do to him.
"Need you," she mumbled against his lips. He reached over, grabbing a condom off the bedside-table. He fumbled with it for a moment before opening it. He couldn't understand why he was nervous, this wasn't their first rodeo. 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. 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. All he could do was admire her in her entirety. Her smooth skin, her breasts, her eyes, her hair. Everything was perfect.
"Rory," he panted, eyes half shut as her pace quickened just a little bit more. Her breathing was coming in short gasps, but he didn't want this to be over yet. "Oh, yes," he moaned again. "Rory, don't stop." He was almost pleading with her, which caused her to slow down significantly. God, she knew he didn't like her teasing him, not like this.
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. He wanted to make this last, wanted to make this perfect for her. 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. Hearing her fall apart like that made him want to cum right then.
"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 could feel her contract around him rhythmically. He knew he wasn't too far behind with her name rolling off his tongue like a prayer. His hips faltered as he came hard, a scream being held back in his throat.
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, and he knew what he needed to do, but how was the question.
"I love you," he said, a smile coming to his lips. He saw her smile back, which made him even happier.
"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." He knew he wanted her to be his for the rest of their lives. He would wait an eternity for her. But instead of waiting, he knew he had to ask. He knew there were a million things going through her mind, but all he wanted was a three letter word as an answer. He shifted into worry when it took her a minute to answer. Instead, he got more than he bargained for.
"Yes," she answered with a smile and tears in her eyes. "Yes, I'll marry you."