Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, music, or movies mentioned.

AN: I know! I know I left you on a huge cliff hanger but I hope I wrote it the way everyone wanted. I also got some review about not putting p cover photos of her outfits. Sometime I come up with an idea for an outfit that I can't find a picture of online, when this happens I try to just describe it to the best of my ability. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, lots of drama and more smut to come!

"You suck," Rory said as she pulled open the door to find one Logan Huntzberger on the other side.

"You swallow" he teased. And that was all it took for her to fall apart, 2 words. He pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest.

"Dirty," she said.

"What's with the tears Ace? I know you probably hate me right now and I came by to get my jacket but I need to talk to you, I-" he said.

"I just got home from a date with Marty," she deadpanned.

"What?!" he practically shouted.

"And it sucked, and it's your fault," she told him.

"How?" he asked, confused.

"Because he didn't show up 15 minutes after 7."

"Huh?"

"And he checked me out, but didn't look at my eyes or tell me I looked gorgeous even if I didn't."

"You do look gorgeous by the way," he said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"And he didn't do that," she said, tearing up again. "Or open the door for me in the car or at the restaurant, or pull out my chair at dinner, or put his hand on my thigh while he drove, or tell me I couldn't possibly pay any part of the bill at dinner because he was a gentleman, and he didn't tease me like you did when you came in. And when I asked where we were going, he just told me! I mean who does that? He didn't play with my hair, and he didn't smell like you. He just wasn't you."

"Well, Ace, by that definition it's your fault I haven't had a date since I saw you last," he said.

"What?" she asked, surprised. Was he out of town this week?

"Let's sit down I have a story for you," he said, closing the door and leading her to the couch. "So, once upon a time there was this guy and he was an absolute dick. His name was Logan. Then one day Logan met a very pretty girl and she made him not want to look at or touch any other girl but her. Now since he was such a dick, he did it anyway, because the fact that he didn't want to scared him. Soon after meeting this very pretty girl he found out what it like to touch this girl and kiss her, to be with her. After that he didn't touch or look at anyone else and the pretty girl was afraid she wasn't enough for him. Which was insane. But he lost her because he didn't show her how he felt soon enough. After losing her he thought what the hell let's get back in the game and he started being a dick again, at least he tried. A new girl tried to talk to him at a bar and guess what? Her eyes weren't blue. And she didn't smell like vanilla, she didn't have the sweetest sounding laugh in the world, and she didn't have brunette hair, or freckles, or run her fingers through my hair, or take me down a peg when I flirted with her, drunkenly and horribly, or have the most perfect curves in the most perfect places so that she fit right up against me, perfectly."

"This pretty girl sounds kind of perfect for you," Rory said.

"You know I was hoping you would say that," he said before crashing his lips down on hers and kissing her with everything he had. He lowered them down on the couch, legs intertwined, never breaking the kiss. His hand traveled up her pajama top and he was about to pull it off when a door slammed very loudly behind them.

"Dammit Paris stop slamming the door," Rory yelled as Logan quickly removed his hand from under her shirt.

"Stop having sex on our couch!" Paris yelled back.

"Two times, we have sex on the couch two times and suddenly we're branded for life," Logan said, rolling his eyes.

"If you don't like it Huntzberger go do one of your whores and leave her alone," Paris said before storming into her bedroom. Rory sighed and moved out from under him, standing up.

"Maybe she's right," Rory said.

"I was so close," Logan said, shaking his head and then looking Rory in the eye. "She's not right, remember all the things I just told you? Ace, you told me to find the girl that makes me want to commit and makes want to be a better person. But she's standing right in front of me, I don't have to find her."

"I know what you said and I know you think it's crazy that I think I'm not enough but I'm going to be honest with you, and what I say might scare you or drive you away but I have to tell you. I'm falling for you Logan and hard, you probably don't feel the same way, it might take you longer to get there. But I won't be able to take it if I keep seeing you and I keep falling for you and then once you get bored you leave," she explained.

He stood up and held her face gently in his hands. "Rory I can honestly say that I'm falling for you too. That has never happened to me, and you know what? It scares the crap out of me but Ace in the past week I spent without you I realized that the alternative, being without you, it sucks. It sucks and I can't do it, I won't do it. And how on Earth could I possibly get bored with you? I am not the least bit worried about that," he said.

"But everybody else does. I was never enough for my dad to stick around when I was growing up, I wasn't enough for Dean to stay with me despite my family, and I wasn't enough for Jess to stay here instead of going to California, hell I wasn't even enough for him to bother telling me or saying goodbye. Logan, you have so many other, better options. If I wasn't enough for them how could I possibly be enough for you?" she said, desperate for him to understand where she was coming from.

"Well here's what I think. I think your dad was an immature teenager who was too stupid to realize what an amazing daughter he had. I think Dean and Jess were assholes who didn't realize what an amazing girl they had found. And I hate all of them for what they did to you. Look your right I have a lot of other options, I not going to lie about that. But Rory none of them are better and none of them are you," he said.

"But what's so special about me? Why am I any better than them? I'm not," she said.

"You are. What's so special about you? Everything. You're the only girl I know who can eat like you do and look like this," he said, running his hands up and down her curves. "You're the only girl I know who has these amazing blue eyes. You're the only girl I know who practically survives on coffee and can barely function until you've had it. You're the only girl I know who is so intelligent and dedicated to everything she does. You're the only girl I know who can banter back and forth with me, debate everything with me, mock movies relentlessly even though you like every one of them but won't admit it."

She stood there listening to everything he said. Maybe she was right, maybe she wasn't special or enough for the others. But maybe she was more than enough to Logan. She felt a smile come over her as he finished his speech, she wanted to hear more though.

"What else?" she asked softly. Noticing that she had welcomed what he was saying and believed everything he had told her, he too changed his tone.

"You're the only girl I know who makes this sound when I suck on your earlobe," he said, doing just that and eliciting a throaty moan form her.

"You're the only guy I know who runs his teeth on my tongue when he kisses me," she said, kissing him and allowing him to do just that.

"Yeah I better be the only one you know who does that," he growled in her ear. She giggled and kiss him again.

"So you're ok?" he asked, seriously.

"I'm more than ok, thank you," she told him.

"Anything for my Ace," he said, kissing the top of her head. She grinned up at him with a loving look in her eye. "What?"

"Nothing, I just like being your Ace. I like that you're the only one who calls me that," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well how do you like being my girlfriend?" he asked.

"Hm I don't know? What's in it for me?" she teased.

"I guess you'll have to find out," he taunted.

"Alright I'm in. So how does it feel to be my boyfriend?" she asked.

"You know what? It feels pretty amazing. But I do think we should do something to make this official," he said.

"Like what Mr. Huntzberger? And hand shake?" she asked, feigning innocence, as they backed towards her bedroom.

"You know I had something a little different in mind," he said, quickly picking her up so her legs went around his waist and he carried her into her room while she giggled and kiss every inch of him she could reach.

When they woke up the next morning they were both on cloud nine. They were officially together as a couple and they couldn't be happier. Rory was tracing light designs on his bare chest as he twirled her hair in between his fingers. "Hey, you know what we should do?" he said suddenly.

"Have sex again?" she guessed.

"Absolutely," he laughed. "But I was thinking more along the lines of breakfast. Maybe we could go out somewhere," he said, placing a kiss on her collarbone.

"I like that plan," she said, turning her head to kiss his lips. "I'm going to go hop in the shower. Rory sat up, throwing the sheet off her and stood. She sauntered over to the bathroom and leaned against the door jam.

"Coming?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh woman you are going to be the death of me," he groaned, smirking as he got out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. He grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him, and backed them in.

An hour later they walked out of her dorm together and headed for his Porsche in the parking lot. She had put on a short red cotton dress, which flared out at the end, with a brown leather jacket over it. She paired it with matching brown knee high leather boots. Her hair was left down in its natural waves.

"You want to drive?" he asked, dangling the keys.

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah," he said.

"You'd really let me drive it? Most guys freak out about letting other people drive their cars," she said.

"And usually I'm one of them, I've never let anyone else drive my car before," he admitted.

"Really? But you'd let me?" she asked seductively as she leaned against the driver side door.

He placed his hands on her hips and leaned into her, pressing his body flush against hers. "Of course I would," he said, whispering in her ear and nipping at it. "I bet you'd look incredibly sexy driving my car."

She moaned at the husky tone of his voice. She placed soft open mouthed kisses on his neck as he kept nibbling softly on her ear. Logan brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. He intended it to be quick but things escalated once they had gotten started. They hadn't even gotten into Logan's car which was still parked in the lot outside her dorm, and they were already all over each other again. Logan's hands were still on her hips, massaging her skin through the material of her dress. He wanted to be able to touch her again, feel her soft skin on his, with no barriers. Sensing this need, Rory inched her leg up his and pulled him closer to her. He groaned as he pushed himself against her, running his hand up her bare thigh.

"We should, really, get out, of here," he said in between kisses.

"And go where?" she asked, pulling away breathless.

"I have an idea," he said. "I'll have to drive though," he added, kissing her quickly and ushering her around to the passenger side and opening the door for her. Soon they had pulled into a secluded clearing surrounded only by trees and a small clear lake in front of them.

He pushed his seat back as far as it could go and pulled Rory into his lap. Pushing her Jacket to the floor and hiking up her dress up, he let his hands caress the smooth skin of her thighs. Rory repositioned herself so she was straddling him. She licked his lips, tracing the outline of his mouth with her tongue. His eyes were open, watching her every move. She could feel his hands move higher and higher until they were cupping her ass. She moaned when he gave it a light squeeze.

Logan smirked at her response. "Are you always this much fun in a car?"

She knew he was teasing so she decided to play along. "It must be the smell of the leather interior," she whispered against his lips. Rory swept her tongue into his mouth, letting the kiss evolve. "The sound of the engine," she murmured. Logan's hands moved up to her waist, taking her dress with them. Rory sat up arching her back giving him every encouragement. He moved his hands higher, past her rib cage, grazing the sides of her breasts, and finally pulling the dress over her head. Rory sat there in the sunlight streaming through the windows, naked save for a pair of lacey boy shorts and high heeled boots.

Logan felt himself get hard instantly at the sight of her. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

Rory smiled as she undid the buttons of his shirt. She rotated her hips grinding against his erection. Logan laid back helpless and just watched her. She was using his body to pleasure herself and he loved every second of it. He let her undo all the buttons of his shirt and then push it off his body. She continued to rock against him as her hands ran over every inch of his torso.

Rory loved the firmness of his chest and his perfectly chiseled abs. She leaned into him, pressing as much of her body against him as possible. Logan grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her forcefully, ravaging her mouth with his tongue. Rory returned the kiss with equal intensity. As their tongues dueled, she continued to move her hips against him. It drove him wild. Logan carefully reversed their positions so she was lying back in the driver's seat and he was on top of her. It took some doing since his Porsche wasn't exactly roomy.

"That's it. Tomorrow I'm buying an SUV with a huge back seat."

Rory giggled. "And leather seats?" she asked playfully.

"Leather seats, leather paneling, leather scented air fresheners, whatever works for you, Ace."

She giggled again as he moved in to kiss her, her mouth opening instantly for him. The heat they were creating was unbelievable. Rory reached between them, not removing her mouth from his, and unbuckled his belt. She cupped his hardened length giving it a firm squeeze before unzipping his pants and pushing them down. The couple continued to writhe against each other until Rory began to feel the blissful pressure of an orgasm starting to build. She moaned in pleasure and then guided his right hand to her center. "Touch me," she begged.

Logan cupped her crotch and took satisfaction in the reaction he received. He then pushed the white lace off her body, guiding them slowly down her legs. When his hands returned to her center they reveled at the wetness of her folds. She moaned and panted, whispering his name against his mouth. Logan could tell she was close. He inserted two fingers into her causing her hips to buck involuntarily. He gently held her down with his other hand. He wanted to bring her over the edge, to watch her lose control at his hands. While increasing the pressure and movement of his fingers, Logan continued to kiss and nip at her lips. The sounds she emitted were driving him wild. As Rory's breathing became more erratic, her moans grew louder and louder until she screamed out in ecstasy. She lost herself, screaming his name, as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Logan watched, mesmerized, as her tiny frame shook beneath him. He pressed their foreheads together, placed a gentle kiss on her lips, and whispered, "God you are so amazing."

Rory forced her eyes open as her heart rate and breathing began to return to normal. She smirked up at him. "You're the one that gave me an orgasm and I'm amazing? Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" she teased.

Logan brought their lips together again, kissing her softly. "You have no idea what you do to me, Ace."

"Well, I just love what you do to me," she whispered, pulling him down for another sweet kiss.

With that she removed the last piece of clothing between them, pushing his boxers off and he quickly pushed into her. They both moaned at the feeling of him inside her and he soon began thrusting in and out, setting a rough pace that left them both satisfied and wanting more at the same time. She rose her hips to meet each thrust and soon Rory came, crying out his name with Logan not far behind. He collapsed on top of her, both panting heavily.

"Now, I'm hungry," she said laughing breathily.

Logan chuckled, as he moved off her into the passenger seat. He definitely had to get a bigger car. "I was right. You do look sexy sitting behind the wheel of my car," he said smugly as he eyed her.

"Could it be because I'm naked?" she asked playfully, reaching for her discarded dress.

Logan snatched the dress away, "You being naked definitely helps." He bent over to kiss a trail from her mouth to her belly button before handing the dress back.

"Where are we?" asked Rory as the two put their clothes back on.

"Back on this trail I found while I was running one day," he said

"How big is the lake?"

"About 4 miles I think. Why? Do you want to go for a swim?" he asked suggestively.

"No, I'm just trying to get some perspective on where we are."

"So you weren't suggesting we go skinny dipping?"

"Not today while were in broad daylight."

"But some day…you wouldn't be opposed to getting naked and going for a moonlight dip?" he asked with a smirk.

"After what we just did, I would think it was pretty clear that I'm not opposed to getting naked with you," she replied with a smirk of her own. She hopped out of the driver's side and he got out with her.

"Are you sure you don't want to drive?" he asked. He loved the way she looked behind the wheel of his car.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Plus, I don't know how to drive a stick shift so that may not end to well," she said as they switched sides and she slid into the passenger seat.

"Perfect," he said.

"What?" she asked confused.

"I bet you'll look just as sexy when I teach you to drive a stick shift," he said, leaning over to kiss her.

They finally made it to breakfast 20 minutes later and by then Rory was starving. They ate rather quickly and were soon on their way back to campus. On the drive back Rory remembered something she had wanted to ask him. "Hey remember when we went to Robert's party a while back and that girl was talking to you?" she asked.

"Um, yeah that was a while ago. What about it?' he asked.

"I don't know you said there was something you had wanted to ask me about but then we went back to my dorm and watched movies, and you know other stuff. I never heard what you wanted to know." She said.

"Well it's irrelevant now but that girl said something about how I shouldn't be with you because you cut the line?" he said, curiously. Rory simply laughed but once she calmed down explained what that meant.

"I kind of assumed you knew about this but I guess not. Um Logan your very sought after by the female population of Yale, part of the reason I was so insecure about us getting together. Anyway, there's this supposed "line" to get to you, to date you or spend a night with you, whatever. Apparently, I shouldn't have been allowed to date you since I "Skipped the line". I guess I didn't wait my turn or something but for the last month random girls have come up and told me this. It's sort of weird if you ask me and I only know about because Steph told me at that Life and Death Brigade event," she said.

"There was a literal line?!" he asked, shocked.

"Yes Logan there was an actual line of women waiting for their chance to sleep with you," she confirmed.

"That's insane! Who waits in line to sleep with a guy?" he said.

"Unfortunately, half the female population of Yale. Of course, I pretty much eliminated that line," she said, smirking.

"And thank god too," he said, lifting her hand he was holding and placing a kiss on her knuckles.

"And really who could blame them, you are pretty amazing in bed," she said, purposefully stroking his ego.

"Am I?" he teased.

"Oh yeah, in bed, on the kitchen counter, on the sofa, in the shower, in the car…" she added giggling.

"What about the closet at your grandparent's party?" he asked, laughing.

"Hey we promised we wouldn't talk about that!" she said. "But yes, there too."

"How about the desk in your room?" he asked.

"Eh," she said, goading him.

"Eh?" he asked, insulted.

"Yeah, just eh," she said again.

"Ok then we have some work to do," he said, getting out of the car and coming around to her side. He pulled opened the door and took her hand, helping her out. She shut the door and locked it them took off running with her.

"Wait! Logan! Wait!" she squealed, running behind him, her hand in his. He wasn't slowing down so she jumped on his back to stop him. Instead he pulled her legs around his waist and kept running. She giggled as he carried her through the courtyard and into Branford hall. He stopped abruptly before making it to her door and she looked at him confused.

"Why did you stop?" she asked. He slowly lowered her to the ground and she came to stand in front of him. She stopped too when she saw who was outside waiting at her door.