"I was fine until I gave birth to you. I had my waist the appropriate size, a head full of hair and your father and I were actually happy. Then you came and my hair has been falling out every day since. I don't know why I didn't get rid of you the day I knew I would have you. Despite what your father says, you aren't worth it. You've always been this ungrateful brat and not one thing you've ever done or said has ever made what I had to go through worthwhile!"
"Shira that's quite enough," mediated Mitchum.
"No! You expect me to just stand down and let his shameless harolet take everything we have? Mitchum, we've worked decades to have everything we own and in one night he marries the pathetic begger who never wanted him to begin with. If it wasn't so horrifying it would almost be laughable."
Logan was having a hard time listening to his parent's criticism. The past three years living across the country from his old life had been near perfection. No reminders of his destiny, his newspaper lineage, or duties. His parents, of course, had been quick to cut him off financially. They felt that the family fortune should not in any way mingle with the baby business brought to life by their son. It took them a long while to finally accept his decision to leave, in the beginning stages Mitchum went frantic in his search to find a replacement for Logan with a promising employee but they were all a disappointment to the media magnet. Even giving his daughter a shot, the art history major seem to make his blood boil.
Logan didn't know when his parents began to have a change of heart but somewhere in the middle of building the most sensational company seen in California, his parents came around, possibly to the thought that at least their son was doing something productive. Shira wasn't difficult to win over, she had already been satisfied with her son after his break up from the "Gilmore girl". Seeing her son move to California to begin a business only affirmed the fact that he was a true Huntzberger man, he knew when to let go and when to move on from childish behavior. She had been in utter disbelief when she heard of her son proposing to the girl that brought out the worst in him. That entire week when the engagement hung in the air she refused to speak to Logan. She had told him time and time again that the girl wasn't worth his time. She was a working girl, the type that had plans and would never have been home in time to make sure that her son had dinner and clean clothes. She would use Logan and his connections, probably even get pregnant and push Logan to care for the child, as if they couldn't hire a nanny. Shira knew she was being hard on her son but she refused to see him degraded into a possible Mr. Gilmore.
Logan knew what his mother thought of Rory and though he would never agree with her dislike, even after the breakup, it was still comforting to have someone on his side after the separation. His mother was just so thrilled about the couple being finished that she didn't mind where he moved, or what he did, or even who.
Logan would never admit it to anyone, not even Colin and Finn because they surely would think he had a problem but once he landed in California, he doubled his dosage. One girl just wasn't enough anymore, he needed more variety as to have more distractions. Eventually, he returned to his playboy ways only this time it was worse that before. He didn't have flavors of the week anymore, more like flavors of the day. He downright refused to leave a room without the attention and digits of a female. He had a problem. He knew it too but he needed all these females. Needed their whiny calls for attention and commitment because they took up all his energy and thoughts. Women eventually stopped expecting anything from him and that's when he moved on to another, he was Logan Huntzberger. A smile and his name, that's really all he had to do to get another.
Of course there were times when his memory was a bit jogged. Sometimes he came across brown-haired blue eyes babes and he would flock to the every rare breed. These special ladies would leave his penthouse in the morning unable to walk properly but all with giant smiles because these women would get loved by Logan in more ways then one. He would often stare at them during the deed, hoping with all the pieces of his heart that they would transform into a different brunette. Of course it never physically happened and his best bet was his imagination. He had to imagine that their hair was her hair, that he was touching her curves, that it was her he was undressing. However, his lady of the evenings would speak, completely unaware of how difficult it was to keep up with an illusion and with that, ruin everything.
Often he would stay awake thinking of what if's scenarios. He missed sharing his bed with just one woman who genuinely knew everything there was to know about him and loved him back regardless. He missed the laughter, the silly fights, the hand holding. He would never find that again. Especially not in the land where every girl was made of ten percent plastic. His work friends knew that any talk of past girlfriends was out of the question and every time he met with Colin and Finn they refused to bring up anything. They understood too.
Logan was in his nightly club with his regular co-workers and gang of female followers when he saw the most disturbing sight. In the farthest section of the club, almost out of eye range he noticed his bastard employee speaking to the most beautiful creature he had known years ago.
It caught him off guard. It couldn't be her. He left the state so that she could have all the newspapers on the east coast and he could just have California. This wasn't allowed to happen. California was his. She couldn't possibly be coming here to flirt and rub it in his face. Rory was even a clubbing type girl. And why in the hell was she flirting with that loser Jason.
Logan could hardly retain himself anymore when he saw her walk the opposite direction towards the lady's room. He jumped up and threatened Jason to find another girl for the night because that one wasn't his for the taking. Jason noticed the unstable look in his boss's eyes and accepted that he had gone mad. No girl was worth crossing his superior and he understood that while he scrambled and worked his efforts elsewhere.
Logan could only stand there, staring down all the men in the room and willingly one of them to meet his gaze. There was no way anyone was leaving this scene with her. He glanced at where he was previously seated and noticed that his three girls where looking quite betrayed before they also made their way to the restrooms. Knowing that Rory might be back any second he heavily tipped the bartender and made it clear that Rory was to have everything she wanted, except any male attention. So he returned, to his previous seat and his attention more intent than ever on the sad brunette but everyone in his area knew the subject was not to be touched.
"No dad, I think I've heard enough." Logan got up from his chair after his mother's gruesome words and attempted to leave.
"And where are you going?" Shouted his father's booming voice.
"I've spent the last hour listening to both of you regret my decisions and regret me. I don't have to be here, I don't have to listen to this. Rory is my wife now and frankly, I could care less what you think of us but mom, it would do you some good to not insult your daughter in law because as you get older, I can promise you that Rory will be more forgiving of you than I ever will be. And dad, you should be happy that I married someone with a brain, not a compassion-less floozy you call my mother."
"You watch your mouth Logan!" Retaliated Mitchum with a point of his finger.
Logan was on his way out the door but stopped when he heard his grandfather mutter the same sentence for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
"It's good to see you back my boy, I only wish it were under better circumstances."
He sighed before repeating, "How are you doing these days grandpa?"
Logan respectively touched the shoulder of his shrunken grandfather in greeting. They were in the study of the grand Huntzberger mansion and the old man looked withered in his wheelchair next to the impressively large bookshelves that covered the room with every imaginable piece of writing.
"I think my doctor's trying to kill me." Said his grandfather.
His expression was so serious that any stranger could believe his accusations.
"Dr. Cooper? He's been our family doctor for decades, why begin any assassination attempts now?" Asked Logan trying to reason with the old man.
"He's got to start sometime," he mumbled while aligning his trousers.
Perhaps with his new onset of dementia he could forget the discomfort and fatigue brought on by the chemotherapy. Logan could only stare on in amazement at the depleting form of Elias Huntzberger. The man grumbling about and adjusting himself without shame was hardly the sophisticated grandfather with a hard expression that only grunted at Logan in acknowledgment. That man had faded with the aggressive cancer and could barely keep up with his old mannerisms.
"It's good that your back, I believe he misses you." Mitchum spoke so quickly that Logan could hardly make out the nicest sentence his father had been able to verbalize in the past week.
"You never mentioned that he was this bad." Said Logan.
"You never mentioned that you were going to get married."
"And to a lady of the evening no less!" Shouted an enraged Shira.
"My boy! You tied the knot with a prostitute?" His roaring laughter followed, " I once met a prostitute in Paris... she was a pleasant young lady! She cooked and cleaned and...by god I think I forgot where she went!" He swung his head around, expecting to find a French woman hiding under his wheelchair.
Mitchum and Shira only rolled their eyes at the delusional old man and Logan glared at them both, "I knew I shouldn't have come. I knew it was too good to believe that you just needed extra help with the papers because of grandpa's condition but I suppose I should have expected to be tag teamed by a couple of know-nothing idiots."
His mother swallowed her alcoholic beverage with one nasty look, "I know enough to predict that your newest mistake will cost us all of our money once that girl realizes our son was too moronic to get a pre-nup. You alone will be responsible for our name to be degraded and our accounts to be wiped out."
Logan was past telling his parents of the real nature of Rory Gilmore. They would never really believe that Rory was the type of girl that could be offered the world and it would be in vain.
"Logan where are you going?" His father shouted while his son slid back into his jacket.
"I'm going to buy the Advocate." Said Logan matter-of-factly.
Rory hated her residence at night. Finding parking near her apartment at ten o'clock nightfall was a pain when most people held typical nine to five jobs. She was left with the terrifying task of parking nearly a block away and hiking the distance in a neighborhood where the only noise was police sirens. Alas, she was left with no choice and exited the safety of her car for the New York street.
After three years she'd gotten used to being alone but moments like these made that especially hard. She sometimes felt like she was missing out on some sort of safety figure. A brother, a bodyguard, perhaps a boyfriend. A real boyfriend, one who wouldn't leave her one day and marry her the next. One whose last name was unknown and unpopular, one who had parents that were less involved and distant.
Closer to her house she noticed one home in particular that was still awake. Through second story of a home she saw a mother putting her newborn to sleep. The cradle was positioned near the window and the mother was slowly letting the baby down. She looked overworked and under paid. No one looked as tired and worried that a baby might wake at sudden movements than her. Then Rory noticed a male come in the room, he seemed to be laughing loudly which infuriated the mother but before she could protest he kissed her. Quickly and powerfully. Rory never felt like so much of a Peeping Tom in her life. However, she couldn't look away because the moment the kiss ended the woman looked younger, revived, excited. It made Rory wonder if perhaps she had ever really seen the woman look tired in the first place. Was that how love was suppose to feel like?
She finally got to her apartment and started to unlock the door, only her key was useless because it was already open. She looked around to see if there was any neighbor around to witness her panic. Had she truly been as stupid as to leave that morning without locking the door?
She pushed the door open and stepped one foot inside afraid that maybe she wasn't the only person in her home. Everything was completely dark of course and she silent cursed herself for not leaving a light on. She slowly closed the door so that it wouldn't make a noise and carefully walked through a long corridor that led to her living room, the only place where she kept a night light always on. It was when she started tip toeing that she realized how paranoid she was behaving. After all, who would have known if she had left the door open but then she remembered she was in New York. There was a reason all the doors here had so many locks.
When she had arrived to the living room she saw something that almost made her jump out of her skin.
"Hey Ace."
It was none other than Logan Huntzberger casually sitting back in her couch reading one of her newspaper articles as if it was completely natural. The small light in the corner slightly gave away his features and blonde hair.
"Jesus what are you doing here!"
"No you must be mistaken, it's Logan."
"No, it's humpty dumpty sitting in my couch and reading my stuff!" She reached over and snatched the paper right out of his hands.
"I must say your articles have gotten better with age."
"I wish I could say the same thing about your manners. I left you the entire state of California and you come and intrude on my small space? How did you get in?" Her voice turned no nonsense and Logan realized it was in his best interest to comply.
"Your landlord let me in." He stood and took two strides to get to her never breaking eye contact.
Rory could hardly make out his features now that he was away from the light but she inched away as his proximity grew nearer.
"And why would he do that?" She asked, honestly curious.
"Because I showed him my wedding right and told him you forgot to give me a key." He reached out, unsure of how to proceed around her but wanting nothing more than to touch her.
"Great, now I know what to sue for. Get out." She demanded.
Logan knew he should have come up with a plan better than this but time was crunched.
"Rory can we please just talk like regular human beings. You should have known that this was going to happen eventually with the way we left things and its not like you've been returning any of my calls. You might have given me California but I want you."
He sounded so sincere that Rory couldn't help but feel remorse for not communicating properly. Maybe she just should have told him back in the penthouse that she wanted an annulment or separation. She could understand how their last kiss could have confused him into thinking everything would be as it was before only with rings. Why had she even kissed him?
"You want to talk..." Her voice made it sound like a question and Logan knew that he needed to be more convincing if he wanted to hear anything from her tonight.
"Yes, just talk. I'll even sit in that chair and you can have the couch." He was referring to the chair that was near the entrance of the corridor and the longest distance from her.
She glanced between the two spaces almost as if judging the distance.
Finally, "I suppose we could do that."
He wasted no time and went to sit in his corner while Rory went to her's wondering what she had just agreed to.
For a long time they only stared at each other. Unsure of how to go about speaking for the first time in years. Neither one wanted to offend and both had so much to say but couldn't find a way to adequately put the words together. It was intimating, staring at a person that had all the answers. Both of them floundered a bit at small talk before Rory eventually spoke.
"Why did we get married?" She whispered.
"Because we both wanted to," when he saw her dissatisfied expression Logan added, "we talked that night and you told me that you were tired of being alone. Kept saying that your life was ironic and less than ordinary."
"I was drunk." She advised.
He didn't meet her eyes, "So was I."
"And no one tried to stop us?"
"Why would they? We looked happy and in love."
"Well we weren't. We were just drunk and horny and someone should have been adult enough to stop us, including the judge!"
"Is it so hard for you to believe that maybe we're still in love?" His voice was accusing but his expression unreadable.
"We're not in love Logan! This isn't love that your feeling. It's infatuation and boredom because maybe you've missed out on some conquests while in California and thought that marrying me might settle things but this," she motioned to the space surround them, "this is not love. This is you trying to believe that our mistake was fate."
Her words nearly broke his heart all over again.
"Rory I didn't marry you to settle anything! We got married because we wanted to because I asked you and this time you said yes. You swore in front of me, in front of the judge, in front of strangers that we would honor each other and love each other for the rest of our lives. Why are you regretting your vows now?"
"They are not my vows if I don't even remembered saying them."
"Well I guess you should have though of that before you had that extra bottle of tequila." He challenged.
They were both angry now and both glared at each other with a type of defiance that was uncanny. Both wanted to be right, both wanted each other to see their points of view. So Rory decided it would be best to be honest because perhaps it would get him out of her apartment and on with life that she felt she was wasting.
"I want a divorce."
That quieted the room.
His eyes were immediately on her, trying to sense any type of lie or uncertainty in her words but there were none. She looked very much collected on the exterior but she refused to make eye contact, she only stared straight ahead at the wall in front of her.
This could not be happening to him. This felt so much worse than her first rejection and he couldn't move for a few minutes.
Finally, he let out a sigh and leaned forward in his chair before resting his head in his hands. She was the only woman alive that could make him feel this powerless and weak. His chest ached at her words and the pain got worse with the minutes, it felt like someone had just knocked him down with heavy weights. Divorce? That word was foreign to him, even his parents didn't use it. He knew Rory didn't want to the marriage but to just end it without trying?
"Did you he -"
"I heard you." He admitted.
He got up from his chair and started to leave.
"I'll have my lawyers contact yours." He said before exiting quickly.
She followed him out to lock the door behind him. She was beginning to feel slightly guilty that she could be responsible for his dramatic mood change but what she said was going to be known eventually. The faster this ended the quicker she got her life back. What did he expect? That she would go around pretending to be the perfect housewife for a Huntzberger. His story seemed off anyhow...
When he opened the door to leave Rory stopped him.
"Logan...um...I don't really, I mean I can't afford a lawyer."
"I'll get mine to work on everything, things should get back to normal within a month." He promised. He managed a small smile for reassurance but it didn't match his lost expression.
Before he turned around to leave she grabbed his arm, "Thank you Logan."
He sighed for the last time that evening and fixed his gaze at the ground. He should have known not to push her and he hated that this was their fate. To never truly be together. It was embarrassing and hurtful beyond belief, he couldn't begin to imagine what his parents would say. This would be the last time he saw her before the divorce proceedings.
He looked into her stunning blue eyes, they seemed to mirror his sadness and for a minute he wondered if she was just as pained as he.
He just couldn't help himself, "One last thing."
And with one hand he pushed her to him, with the other he grabbed her face and pulled her in for one last kiss.
It was sweet. Simple. And a godsend for both of them. It didn't matter that he started it or that she kissed him back because it was over in a second and he started walking away. He didn't look back, not because he didn't want to but because he wouldn't leave her if he had.
Rory froze and stayed put, her eyes still closed and her lips still pouted out. That was it? How was she suppose to remember him with that split second moment. Her lips would not give that up so when she heard him start walking away before she could think of her actions, she grabbed him and willed him to turn around.
She didn't need to say another word because Logan knew that look on her face, she wanted more. She was going to take advantage that this was their last time. Her lips brushed against his, slowly and deliberately knowing that he would never refuse her and she was right. He merely push her body closer and enjoyed the feeling of his wife's lips. The kiss was distressingly gentle and dragged out, both wanting to remember this moment for has long as possible. Rory eventually stared letting her hands run through his hair to remember the feel and he retaliated by roaming her body. Then, just when he thought it would be done with and over, she licked his bottom lip and bit down lightly.
At this point Logan had to stop and make sure he was kissing the right girl. Would this woman really give him all the grief and then do this? When he opened his eyes Rory could see all the lust she had caused, this is how she wanted to remember him not hurt or upset.
"Maybe we should go back inside," she said while nibbling near his ear lope.
Logan could feel the goosebumps rise and his blood begin to boil with excitement so he came up with an alternative.
"Maybe we should go in your bedroom."
She merely nodded against his lips and Logan grabbed her form and carried her bridal style through her threshold then kicked the door shut with his foot. Rory refused to detached herself from his neck and only pointed the way to her bedroom.
Logan didn't argue about the darkness that filled the home and the absence of light, he hurried to the bedroom and once he found it he sat himself on the bed. Rory adjusted herself so that she was straddling him but Logan wasn't having it. He grabbed her and laid her breathless form on the bed and began to kiss her devastatingly slow. This was much of a disgrace to her because all she really wanted to feel was him on her.
She whimpered, trying to adjust her body so that she could feel his bulge over her heated core. He chuckled when he heard her impatience.
"If this is our last time, it's not going to happen that fast." He declared.
Rory couldn't even begin to form new words because of the maddening tickle she felt through her pants. Logan was now laying the sweetest open mouth kisses on her neck while rubbing the tension in her core. When his mouth finally reached the tops of her breasts he pulled her up and easily peeled off her shirt. She was in her blue bra now, her breasts looking like they were struggling to come out of their restraints. The blue reminded him of her eyes and he looked up, giving her a chaste kiss and squeezing one of her breasts. Rory didn't even try to suppress that moan and it encouraged him take off the bra. Rory began to feel her excitement rise almost like a young girl at a Barbie store. She want to be touch by Logan, her impatience alone made her giggly. She hadn't felt this way in three years.
Once she was completely topless he sat back to fully enjoy the view before continuing. Noticing what he was doing she smacked him playfully and pulled his shirt over his head. Now it was Rory's turn to ogle and touch and she made sure to wander through every part of his muscular chest before she got curious.
She distracted him with a kiss and pushed him down to her where they both let out their loudest moan yet at the feeling of their bare chests together. She started to rub herself up and down on him, their hard nipples having contact with each other and making the movements feel so much more incredible. Then she grabbed his hips and pulled him even lower on her so that their was no gaping space and she could continue to rub on him, all of him, including his throbbing cock. Logan stared at the creature under him in amazement, his intense gaze made her smile shyly, her whole face radiating.
Both of them felt their blood rushing to their lower parts, preparing their bodies for the inevitable. However, Logan downright refused to let it be over just yet. He slid her pants off, something she willingly gave up to the floor and before Logan could even place them down her thong was gone too.
She was tired and horny and ready for him.
"Logan, take off your pants." She gasped viciously.
"Stop telling me what to do." He joked, knowing full well that this would be their last argument as a married couple and it was in her best interest to lose it.
"Your my husband!" She said in spite of herself.
"Exactly why I'm not going to do it." He said and split her legs wide open before licked her folds bottom to top.
She couldn't argue anymore, she only arched her back in the absolute pleasure and it was then Logan realized he was free to do as he pleased. She wasn't coming back from this.
He began rubbing her clit with his finger and darting his tongue in and out of her opening. Rory had never felt so much pleasure in her life. His soft tongue was further wetting her core and the sensations he caused where getting ridiculous. He stared right at her in shock of how wet she already was and Rory stared back while a wave of pleasure hit her, hard. Logan really did know how to make her feel like the sexiest woman alive. His warm delicate tongue gliding along her folds felt like heaven and the softness with which his tongue dealt with her made her want to scream. This was Logan Huntzberger, he was the only man responsible for this.
She was sufficiently wet now, she was gushing with pleasure. He could see it, hear it, feel it. He didn't want this feeling to leave him so he detached himself from her despite her madding cries for him to continue and he shed his pants to give her something better. His cock erect and Rory's insides got ready to greet him.
He very slowly slid himself inside her not wanted to cause any harm but then they could both feel it...the orgasm nearing. Their bodies both feeling like they were going to explode and meet the high heavens when they had just started. So Logan went decisively slow, choosing to build up the orgasm and the feelings in their stomachs. The couple swore at the feelings of their united bodies in this moment of sheer ecstasy. All their senses felt sharp and heighten and then Logan couldn't take it anymore. He started moving faster inside her, both loving the feeling of their closeness. Then it came. It felt like a wave of pleasure that had ran over them for that second and unleashed every good feeling known to man. The pressure was instantly taken off their extremities.
"God Rory...your extraordinary." He said while he peaked and Rory only tried to keep breathing.
The laid together trying their best regain their breaths but there really wasn't much to do for those minutes except look at each other. Logan's chocolate brown eyes where heavy with sadness now that their shared night was over. Rory knew she'd never find a man that could give her all he had just given and her expression portrayed that. Both had wants and needs and both were royally screwed.
Logan realized he was still inside her and slowly made his way out taking every bit of her left over cum on his penis. An embarrassed Rory whimper at the sight and it made him laugh.
"I think its sexy that you wanted it that much." He said with a smirk.
Oh, so the smirk was back now.
Rory looked at him, unsure of what had just gone on and he seemed to notice her confusion.
"It's ok I'm leaving," he said gathering his things.
"No, please stay the night. I think it's raining...and I don't really like being alone when its thundering."
He seemed to be thrilled with her answer because he immediately went back to the bed moving the sheets over them both to escape the cold. Knowing how much of a blanket hog she was he made sure to complete tuck her in the furry material, Rory was surprised that this habit of his never left him. Her heart warmed even more at the sight and she scooted herself onto him so that she she rested directly on his shoulder.
The feel and the smell seemed so familiar to her that it brought her back a couple years to when they had been intimate for the first time.
They were both so tired after making love that long. She appreciated the fact that Logan was the only man she'd met that took his time and cherished every part of her, not just the parts that were suitable for him. She was so thankful that Paris wasn't in the dorm this night, she would surely have heard the progressions in her room. Logan and her hadn't yet mastered how to be stealthy and silent, though the window maneuvering was a start.
They were finished lovemaking but that didn't mean the kisses were over. They continued to heavily make out while nude, like teenagers that would never see tomorrow. Rory had never been this way with anyone, not even Dean. With Logan she could let herself go. With Logan she felt vibrant and alive and energetic and possibly insane because no man could make a girl like her feel all of these things together. She didn't feel like the bookish young thing that intimidated the guys, Logan gave her the freedom to be foolish and flirty and especially dirty. She had never had that power before.
"That was the best I've ever had." Rory admitted once the kissing was over.
"And I," he said kissing her forehead, "Would have to agree."
They both rolled over getting ready for sleep to take them both, it wasn't hard. Rory rested her head on his shoulder and she could feel all his hard work was beginning to make him doze off.
Rory started to think.
"What would have happened if it was the opposite of the best we've ever had."
Logan was already half sleep, "Ace, I'd still be around if it was the opposite of the best," he said with a yawn.
"That's good." She nodded as if they were talking of casual things.
After a moment, her curiosity could no longer take it.
"And why would you still be around?"
It took him a minute and Rory wasn't sure he even knew what he was saying in his sleep but he mumbled, "I think I love you."
That memory had never left Rory and it was one that she treasured because no one else but her really knew who was the first to show some signs for commitment, not even Logan himself. It's why she never minded opening up to Logan and being the first to exchange "I love you's" because she knew how Logan's subconscious's mind felt and that had to count for something. The night endeared him even more to her.
Rory kept thinking back to the details of that night until she eventually fell asleep and ended up saying a couple haunting words of her own, "I don't want to be alone."
Next to her Logan startled when he heard her, he could hardly make out what she had said but once he did it was clear. He was not backing out now. Not after all they had just done. No woman could have made the same noises and had the same expressions she had unless they were still in love. He couldn't fool himself, there will be no letting go. He was more determined than ever not to give her a divorce because she may not have known it yet but this was love.
As far as he concerned she would die with the name Huntzberger.
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