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Some time later, after the realization had sunken in, Logan leaned down and gave Rory another passion-filled kiss. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening it, all the while conveying their love, commitment and joy to each other. Before things went too far, Logan stood up, taking Rory with him, and led her to the bedroom in the back of the cabin.
Once there, he laid her gently on the bed before stripping down to his boxers. He climbed on the bed, hovering over her, and kissed her softly. He moved down to her neck and collarbone leaving a trail of butterfly kisses in his path. When he reached her dress, his hands lifted her slightly off the bed, and he undid the zipper before letting her lay back down. He moved the straps off her shoulders and pulled her dress down so the top was gathered near her waist. His mouth continued down her chest to the valley between her breasts, and he undid her bra, exposing her. He moved the path left, and once he reached its peak, blew lightly before placing another light kiss on it. He moved his trail to the right and repeated the process before continuing south on her body. He again reached the pile of cloth that was her dress, and she pushed up her hips as he removed it completely taking her lace panties with it. He resumed his path down the center of her body until he reached her core.
Between her emotions running high, the care he was showing her, and his kisses, he found her to be extremely wet. He barely dipped his tongue into her before tracing his tongue upward over the path he had just created, flicking it gently over each nub he passed. When he reached her lips, he kissed her again and could hear her short breaths. Seeing how quickly she had responded to him, he sat back, removed his boxers, and covered his own arousal with a condom.
He leaned back over her bracing himself with one hand while using the other to cup her cheek. He slowly ran his thumb across her lips as he simultaneously entered her body at the same pace. Leaving his hand on her face, but moving his thumb to caress her cheek instead of her lips, he again placed a small kiss on her lips as he began to thrust in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. She attempted to deepen the kiss and quicken his pace, but he wouldn't let her. Instead he leaned to her ear and whispered, "I love you Ace, now relax."
He continued his slow torture while looking deep into her eyes. When he heard her breathing become even shorter and the moans begin to escape her lips, he realized how close she was getting. Determined to maintain the pace, he leaned his body further over her to increase her stimulation, and he felt her begin to contract around him and finally pour out her release. It was the most intimate experience they had ever shared, and it was the most intense orgasm of her life.
As her body calmed down, she saw the need on Logan's face and again attempted to deepen the kiss. This time, he complied and also quickened his pace. His eyes closed, and he focused on the feeling of her clamped around him and the friction created by his steady rhythm. It was not long before his deep thrusts sent her falling over the edge for the second time, only this time he was falling with her. They screamed out their release together, as he slowed down his rhythm until the shuttering subsided.
He collapsed next to her, and she buried her face into his neck, while both try to gain control of their breathing. Finally, they had calmed down, and he got off the bed to clean himself off before returning to her side. He gathered her up in his arms and held her close. Soon, sleep began to overtake them.
She kissed the side of his neck and whispered, "Love you."
He smiled down at her and ran his fingers through her hair, replying, "Love you too."
Within minutes, they were both asleep.
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Rory was the first to wake a few hours later. She looked over at her boyfriend, 'No he's your fiancé. You are going to be Lorelai Leigh Gilmore Huntzberger, or Rory Huntzberger, or Mrs. Huntzberger…' an image of Shira flashed in her mind, and she mentally yelped, 'now I finally know why mom hated being called Mrs. Gilmore, just gonna have to keep that last one from being used.' Her thoughts continued: She thought about all that marrying Logan entailed. She thought of how he had repeatedly told her that he wanted to see her achieve her goal of becoming a reporter, a well known and respected reporter. She also realized there were duties for her as his wife, and in doing them, she would be supporting her husband and his career. 'Okay, I can do that – be a reporter and a Huntzberger wife, no problem.'
She began to doze off when a thought flew into her head, 'I have to make a name as a reporter while having the last name Huntzberger! Not that they have a bad reputation in the industry, they are the most widely known and respected, but I want to make it on my own. On my own talent, not everyone thinking I am only there because of a name…I need a plan.'
Over the next hour, she tossed and turned, trying to figure out what she wanted to do when she finally formulated her plan.
She rolled back to where Logan was sleeping and nudged him, "Logan wake up."
"Baby it's time for sleep," he mumbled.
She tried again, "I want to talk to you about something."
"15 more minutes."
"Logan, it's not even midnight, you need to wake up anyways…come on this is important."
"Mmmmhmmmmm."
"It's about becoming a Huntzberger."
With that, she had his attention, "What about it? I swear it's not as bad as I make it seem."
She laughed, "Well yes and no. Can I explain what I'm thinking before you start adding your thoughts?"
"Sure Ace," she looked at him skeptically so he added, "Believe it or not, I do have the ability to keep quiet."
"Or not. So, as I was saying, I woke up thinking about marrying you and all that it means. Now, we've been dating for almost 2 year, so although I wasn't your wife…man that sounds weird…"
"I happen to like it."
"Like I said, or not," she said, smiling sweetly at him, "So, I wasn't your wife, but I still attended society events with you, and dealt with you having some business trips and so on, which makes me think I'm prepared for all of those things."
"I agree, and therefore have yet to see the problem."
"Work. I was going to send in my resume to newspapers in Hartford, Boston, and New York City. I wanted to find out where your dad was going to send you first before I narrowed down my search. And, after last night, that is even more of a priority."
"That's good to hear," he interjected, causing her to roll her eyes and continue.
"But last night, I realized that before the week is out papers will be running news of our engagement. And, in a year or whenever we get married, I will have your last name. As much as I am proud and happy to be marrying you, I don't want everyone to think I only got a job because of you or am only given stories or good reviews because of you. I mean, I know you worry about the same things, but you get to jump in at the top. People expect you to start high up, and they will be watching for you to falter. I mean, yes you get the job because of your name, but you will prove yourself, repeatedly even, throughout your career. Before long, they will all see your talent and know it is real because no one is overseeing many of the things you are going to do. If you screw up, it's for all the world to see. Me, I'll be accused of marrying you to make my career. Or better yet the generic, 'she slept her way to the top.' I don't want that. I want to be hired because I'm a good journalist, I want the promotions I will hopefully get because I'm good not because of you."
"Rory, believe me when I say I understand where you are coming from. I wish things could be different, but I don't know how to change them except for not getting married."
She noticed the sad look on his face, "Logan nothing is going to stop me from marrying you. I mean I would have to give back this ring. Have you seen this ring? It's beautiful! I have only had it a few hours, and there is no way you're ever getting it back. I'm still wondering how you parted with it." He smirked, causing her to laugh, while continuing without missing a beat, "That is why I have created a plan."
"I've heard some of your plans, so please share. We're not going to take to the sea again are we? Because that didn't turn out so well last time."
"No, I was thinking that I could apply for my jobs and write under a pen name."
"That would work around the office for a while, but we still have events we have to attend, appearances to make. They will figure it out eventually."
"I thought about that too. I admit that eventually the people I work with will find out, but hopefully that will be after I've worked there long enough to prove myself. As for everyone else in the industry, we can tell them that I am a journalist. If they bring up not seeing any bylines, we tell them I use a pen name. There are lots of people who use them so they won't know which one is mine. That way when my column is critiqued by anyone outside the paper staff they will not be influenced by your name. I know that doesn't seem like much, but the outside reviews are important and being able to say that they were not influenced by who I am would mean a lot to me."
"So what name were you thinking? How about Candi?"
His response caused a huge grin to grow across her face. "Does that mean you like my idea?"
"There are still some details to work out, but yes, I love your plan."
"I was thinking Ella Danes."
"And what inspired this choice?"
"Well Ella because I always thought it could be another nick name for Lorelai, so it won't be as hard to learn to answer to."
"Very practical of you."
"And Danes because it sounds common, and it doesn't draw any attention. But more importantly it's Luke's last name, I mean he's always been like a father to me, and ever since he and my mom got married, it feels like it even more. Of course, I'd have to ask him first, do you think he would mind?"
"I think he would be honored, now can I go back to bed?"
"Well now that we're up, I was thinking of ways to tire you out before we go back to sleep."
"Are you trying to work blue on me Ace?"
With that, Rory climbed on top of him causing all thoughts other than the pleasure to come to fly from their heads.
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A/N: Please read me!
1: Should I continue the story, if so anything you think that sucks or is great? Any input would help!
2: I'm sure you noticed I tried to write a little smut, be honest how cheesy was it?
3: As of now I don't have a beta, do you think i need one? If so, any one wanna volunteer?
4: In case there is any confusion, single quotes ('lalalala') are thoughts, I'm singing to myself while double quotes ("lalalala") means I'm serenading my listeners :-)