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Now, I'm reeeeally sorry for taking so long. I didn't get a whole lot of reviews at first, so I didn't feel like writing much. And then of course my computer wasn't working and suddenly the internet wasn't working either. Luckily the net is working now. My computer? Not so much. So I'm borrowing my great brother's! (Thank you bro!) Anyways, this chapter was also a little hard to write. Check out the AN in the end if you want to know why..
Finally, I'm off! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Rory and Logan are not mine, sad, I know.
Chapter 26: The first date
"Tell me where we are going."
"No."
"Pleeeeeease."
"No. Why do I feel like we've had this conversation before?"
"If you weren't always so secretive about our outings, I wouldn't have to beg," Rory said as she glared at her boyfriend. "Now, pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?"
"Nooooo."
"I'll be good."
"No!"
"Okay, then I'll be bad," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, as she moved her hand to his knee and ran it up. "Very bad. I'll even do stuff for you…"
He paused, looking away from the road and down at the hand, that was placed on his thigh. "What stuff?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Rory pulled her hand away, a victorious smile on her face. "Ha, I knew you couldn't resist my womanly charms."
"Well, do you think I'm with you because of your brain or your wit?"
She let out a laugh. "You're so bad!"
"Bad is my middle-name."
"Logan Bad Huntzberger…" She shook her head, scrunching up her nose. "No, that doesn't work, sorry. Now-"
"-Rory!" he laughed, cutting her off before she got started. "I can't tell you where we are going, I want it to be a surprise. It's our first real date."
"I know," she said giddily. "God, I can't believe you turned me into one of those brainless bimbos, that get excited every time their boyfriend takes them out on a date. If I'm all giddy on our fifth date too, please shoot me."
"I think it's cute."
"You have to say that, it's in the boyfriend rulebook."
"Maybe so, but I actually mean it," he told her.
"Then you're even dummier than me." She looked out at the window, but quickly turned back to him. "You're not taking me to some fashionable restaurant, are you? Because I'm seriously not dressed for that. I don't think they'll even let me in. So if that is what you are planning, we should probably head back right now."
Logan looked down at her clothes. She wore a pair of fitted army-green jeans and a dark warm-looking coat. Under it he knew she had on a red top with a short knitted cardigan. To top it off, she wore a long scarf with black and white stripes. Sure, it wasn't exactly fit for one of those expensive restaurant, but that didn't mean she didn't look amazing. Actually, she looked good in just about anything.
"So?"
"Do not fear, I'm not taking you to one of those places. That's too impersonal; you should know me better by now, Ace," he teased, grinning madly.
She rolled her eyes. "I do, which is why I also know that you like you throw around with your money."
"I can do that even at the cheapest diner," Logan smiled. "But before you ask, no, I'm not taking you to a diner."
"So it's not the movies, it's not an expensive restaurant and it's not a diner." She frowned and looked closely at him. "What the hell is it?"
"Surprise, Ace. Surprise."
"Did I ever tell you that I hate surprises?"
"You did."
"Huh," she answered. "So you just refused to listen?"
"Exactly!" he said with a smile.
She shot him a look and turned around again, glaring out the window with her hands crossed over her chest and a cute pout on her face. Logan couldn't help but smile.
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"No!"
"Yes Ace."
"You didn't," she said in a low voice, her eyes wide. Her fingers were nervously playing with her scarf, twisting it around every now and then.
"I did."
"But I'm not a sporty person," she complained.
"This isn't exactly sport."
"Sure it is. You move, don't you?" she challenged Logan, raising an eyebrow. "And besides, you can't really say cheerleading is a sport either, but that doesn't mean I'm jumping around and doing cheers, does it?"
Logan shook his head at her. "Come on, Ace, it'll be fun. I figured you would enjoy it since you're all chipper about it being Christmas. Hell, you even dressed in green pants and a red top. All you're missing is the hat."
"Just because I like Christmas, doesn't mean I want to skate!" She looked at the many people that were already skating around on the frozen water, with happy faces, and she shook her head. "These people are freaks!"
The blond rolled his eyes. "You're afraid?"
"Hell yeah!" And she wasn't afraid to admit it. "I'll break a leg or something, I just know it. Whenever something bad can happen, it does. It's a curse! And besides, my mother and I swore we would never ever let a guy force us into doing something active-"
"-I think we've already done that," he smirked.
"Shut up," she said but couldn't help but grin for a brief moment. "Sport is not my thing. If you wanted the new Michael Jordan or Ronaldo or whatever, you should have brought the male Gilmore. At least he plays some kinds of sport. Though I doubt he even would go out there, that's suicide."
Logan sighed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Come on Ace. You can't say it doesn't look fun."
"Sure, it looks fun," she agreed. "But it won't be so fun when I break a leg and an arm and you have to take me to the hospital."
"You won't, you've got me to protect you." He pulled her a little closer.
"Seriously Logan, that was so unoriginal," she answered, a hint of teasing in her voice. She pulled away from him and sat on a bench a few feet from them, Logan following her. "I'm really missing those expensive restaurants right now."
"Rory…"
"We don't even have any skates," she pointed out.
"You can rent them, Ace."
"They probably don't have my number, I have quite big feet, you know."
Logan looked down at her feet and snorted. "You do not."
"I could have," she insisted.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I could always buy you a new pair."
"But I don't want you to use your money on little old me!"
"Please Rory, I promise I won't let anything happen to you. This is our first date, you don't want to spoil it, do you?" He looked down at her with those brown puppy dog eyes and a crocked smile.
"Aw, that's mean," she said and closed her eyes, refusing to look into his. "You are making me feel guilty."
Logan ignored her statement. "We can even have some hot cocoa afterward. Or even better, coffee? I'll pay."
She popped an eye open and sighed, running a hand though her hair. "You promise?"
"I promise," he replied as he cracked a smile. "Now, come on girlfriend." He smiled as he held out his hand and she took it hesitatingly.
"I can't believe I'm going to skate," Rory muttered as Logan dragged her away.
A few minutes later the duo was standing on the ice, Rory holding onto Logan's arm tightly. There was no smile on her face, no sparkle in her eyes. Instead, she looked just completely afraid, horror written on her face. Logan though was smiling amused.
"Let go, Ace."
If anything, she tightened her grip on him. "No, I'll fall."
"I'll catch you."
"How can I trust you?" she asked. "Maybe this was a plan. Maybe you took me here, because you knew I wasn't a sporty person. Just to annoy me." She paused, narrowing her blue eyes. "Is this your way of silently telling me to let go and piss off? Because of it is, you're just really mean."
Logan just smiled, while he shook his head, and forced her to let go, as he moved away from her. He watched as she stood completely still, the look of horror on her face remaining.
"You're planning on moving anytime soon?" he teased, skating around a little.
"Come back here! Please!"
Logan rolled his eyes and skated his way over to her. Immediately she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close to her. As he felt her body pressed into his, Logan knew he really didn't mind.
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She wrapped the scarf tighter around her neck, before she took a long sip of her warm coffee and smiled happily to herself. "See, this would have been the perfect date."
"You're saying you didn't enjoy it?" Logan asked, already knowing she had.
She shook her head. "I really should tell you the truth, but if I say 'I did', I'm pretty sure you'll answer with a 'I told you so'. So instead, I'm sticking to 'maybe'," she rambled.
"A simple yes would have been fine."
"But I'm not a simple girl."
He leaned over the table and caught her lips with his, giving her a sweet kiss. When he pulled back, his hands caressed her cheek. "No, you are not."
She smiled back at him and drowned the last of her coffee, before resting her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her hands. Her eyes locked on his, and she smiled faintly.
"I had fun," she told him truthfully.
"I'm glad."
"It really wasn't that bad." Her voice sounded a little surprised. "Even when I fell like a million times, it didn't hurt that much."
"I told you so."
A grin spread itself on Logan's face, and Rory watched confused for a second or two, before shaking her head.
"You just love to tease me, don't you?" she asked.
"Well, now that I have you, it's okay," he told her, nodding his head slightly. "I mean, before I had to be charming and polite and all that crap. But now, you are all mine, and I can tease you all I want."
"Aw, you really are a charmer." She quickly ordered another coffee, as a waiter come by. "Now," she began again. "I'm yours?" She raised an eyebrow questioning.
"Aren't you?"
"Only if you are mine," she said smiling.
"I thought that was what this whole boy- and girlfriend thing was about," Logan answered with a smirk.
"I forgot, Huntzberger is new to this."
"Yes, I'm practically a virgin."
Rory let out a hysteric laugh. "Somehow I can't picture you being the normal fourteen year old, who blushed the first time he touched a girl's breast. Actually, when I think virginity, I sure as hell don't think Logan."
Logan shook his head. "So, what are you doing for Christmas?"
"Smooth change of subject."
"Thank you," he smirked again. "So?"
"Jase and I are heading back to mom the 21, but before that we need to see our father," she told him, her voice becoming oddly cold, when she mentioned Christopher. "At least I think so, we usually do so every year, but I haven't really spoken to him in a couple of months, I think."
The blond nodded his head slowly. "So when do you think you're leaving Yale?"
"Probably just the 20th."
The waiter came back with Rory's coffee, and she said a polite thank-you.
Meanwhile Logan watched Rory closely. Once again he nodded his head and answered in a soft voice, "In two days."
"Christmas came quickly this year," she answered with a shrug. "What about you?"
"Just spending a nice evening with the parents and the sister," he said sarcastically. "Honor comes home the 22, and I'm sure as hell not entering that house alone, so I guess I'll be here until then. Or maybe I'll head back with Finn or Colin, sometimes I spend a few days with their families."
Rory nodded her head. "So tomorrow is our last day."
"Got any plans?" Logan asked.
"None," she smiled. "How about you?"
"Free as a bird."
The brunette bit her lip. "You want to spend the day with your girlfriend before she leaves?"
"Hell yeah," he answered and once again pulled her in for another kiss.
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At the walk back to Rory's dorm, the two of them talked crazily. Whenever there was a short silence, which wasn't very often, they both enjoyed it. It wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, neither had the urge to say anything. It just felt… nice.
When the came to Rory and Paris's room, Logan stopped and turned to give her a smile. "So.."
"This is where you tell me you had a great night and I say "me too" and give you a nice kiss on the cheek," Rory informed him, a teasing smile on her lips, as she leaned against the door to her dorm.
He shook his head amused. "I had a great time."
"Me too." She stood on her tiptoes and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. "We should do it again some time."
"You think so?" he asked her, mockingly surprised.
"Yes. You are actually surprisingly nice to be with."
"Damn, another hit and I didn't even see it coming," Logan joked and leaned down. "Now, I know you said a kiss to the cheek, but could you maybe change that to a kiss on the mouth?"
Rory raised an eyebrow, her breath coming out more uneven, she was affective by how close he was standing. "Why would I do that?" she asked, keeping on her teasing voice, also an eyebrow raised in question.
"Because," he began. "Despite you being all witty, you are also very cute and I really want to kiss you right now."
"On the mouth."
He moved closer, his mouth only an inch from hers. "Yes."
"Hmm…" She looked very thoughtful, her eyes narrowed in concentration for a few seconds. Finally she looked at him again and gave him a smile, nodding her head. "I guess that would be okay."
Logan's lips curled at the end and he leaned down, finally closing the gap between them. His hands found her hip and he held her possessively as his lips moved sweetly against hers. After a few minutes, he pulled away and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted.
He took a few steps backward. "Well."
Rory opened her eyes and stared at him.
"I should get going." Once again he kissed her, this time quickly, and turned around, taking a few steps before her voice stopped him.
"Wait!"
He turned around, his eyebrow raised and a grin on his face. She sighed, giving him his victory.
"You want to come inside?" she asked.
Logan nodded his head grinning while Rory turned around to unlock the door. As soon as she opened the door, Logan pushed her inside, slapping the door shut behind them with his foot. He removed his jacket quickly, after that, unbuttoned hers and let it fell to the floor. His fingers gently touched her hips and he pushed her up against the wall, his right hand coming to rest on the wall, right next to her head. His other hand began roaming her body, his fingers teasing her body with his feather light touches. He ran his hand up and down her thigh, making incredible sexy noises escape Rory's mouth.
Meanwhile Rory's own hands were doing wonders on Logan. Her petite hands were in his blond messy hair, running her fingers through it gently, until she began running them down his back, only stopping when she came to the waistband of his boxers. She bit her lip, pulling back a little to look him in the eyes. However, when she saw they were closed and his mouth were half-open, she let out a proud giggly.
Logan finally opened his eyes and smirked, when he saw her staring up at him. His eyes soon left hers and travelled down to her lips, plumb and just begging to be kissed. He leaned down and was about to place his lips on hers, when a hand on his chest stopped him. He pulled back and looked questioningly at her.
"You know, this is very ungentleman-like of you," she told her, her blue eyes staring up at him and her voice teasingly serious. "I once had the policy never to kiss on the first date."
He grinned and answered, his breath hot on her face, "This means you don't want me to?"
In response her hands travelled further down to give his butt a teasing squeeze. "I said had, not have," she told him before pulling his head down and crashing her lips to his.
He responded immediately and smiled into the kiss. His hands began working on the buttons of her cardigan, opening them slowly, one by one. Her hands joined his and popped the last few open, before sliding the cardigan off her shoulders. She shivered slightly, both from the cold wind that met her sensitive skin, and also because of the sensations he was making her feel. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps. She ignored it, simply loving the feeling, and kissed him back fiercely, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly, her hands turning white at the knuckles.
He pushed her harder against the wall, covering her body with his. Rory groaned slightly as she felt his erection pressed against her thigh. The noise escaping her mouth seemed to drive Logan crazier and more desperate, and in one quick motion, his hands grabbed her legs and forced them to wrap around his waist. In a matter of seconds, he had carried her to her room, where he once again pushed the door close. This time he headed immediately to her bed, laying her down on it gently. His lips were still on hers, and her legs were still wrapped slightly around his waist. Hands were roaming everywhere, trying desperately to get all the clothes off each other.
Ten minutes later, both of their pants were on the floor, as were Rory's top and bra and Logan's shirt. Rory's hands were furiously trying to get writ of his white wifebeater. The way they were shivering and shaking, though, made it a difficult task. Finally, she succeeded in getting it over his head and they broke contact for a few seconds before Logan's lip began trailing kissing down her neck, leaving a burning feeling on her skin. Her one hand gripped the sheet tightly, and she bit her lip, stopping herself from screaming out loud. His kisses felt amazing, his hot mouth warming her cold skin.
Logan's mouth moved longer down and his tongue came out to lick her collar, in circles. He placed soft kisses all the way down her body. When he reached her panties, he looked up at her, receiving a nod. As he hooked his fingers in them, he slit them down until they came to the end of her feet and he slowly pulled them off. He moved up to her again, hovering over her, but holding himself up. His brown eyes met hers and they looked at each other as he entered her. A moan escaped Rory. They slowly began to move in a steady rhythm, Logan's hands on Rory's hips guiding them. As they both became more and more excited, the movements became faster, more hurried and rushed. Rory hands moved up and down his back, her nails making red marks in his beautiful pale skin.
Finally, after what seemed like hours to Rory and was yet all too soon, she let out a shaky scream as she felt shockwaves run through her entire body. She moaned loudly as Logan trust into her a few times before climaxing himself. With a loud groan, he dropped his weight on top of her and they laid there together, their body glimpsing with sweat and their breathing heavy.
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A/N: So, I'm a little unsure about this chapter. Was it lame? I've never written a sex-scene before, so this was my first, and I'm not sure if it sucked. But hey, I promised someone that it would be there ;)
Also, the first date, I didn't want it to be some fancy place, so ice-skating, not at all fancy! It might be a little Logan-unlike, but it's my story, right? And I thought it would be funny to see Rory's reaction. Just like her (well, at least in my story, I'm not sure on the actual show) I hate skating too, so I guess I kind of wrote what I would be feeling, but tried to add a little "Roryness" to it. Lol.
And I think that's about it, review and tell me what you think!