A couple of hours later, Logan and Rory were laying in bed quietly. Her head was on his shoulder and her diamond-encrusted hand was laying on his chest. "Ace, I really like your outfit," Logan teased her.
She glanced under the blankets and confirmed that she wasn't wearing anything. "You're so corny!" she said as she playfully smacked him on the chest.
He quickly flipped her on her back and in an instant, was on top of her. "Yeah, but you love it," he said in a very husky voice.
Rory gulped. "I definitely do," she whispered. He kissed her softly and then she asked, "How do you do that?"
He nuzzled her neck and asked, "How do I do what?"
"Manage to make me completely melt with just one look or one touch... It could be across a room, it doesn't matter." She rubbed his neck as she spoke.
Logan sighed, "Probably the same way you affect me..." He kissed her neck and collarbone while sliding his arm under her waist.
"Really?" she asked.
He nodded and looked in her eyes. "Yep, ever since I first met you. You could have asked for my Porsche and I would have given it to you, without a second thought." He grinned at her. "Seriously, do you ever recall me saying no to you? About anything at all?" She smiled and shook her head. "I couldn't do it if I wanted to." He moved over to sit up, "Hey, there's something I need to do."
"Now?" she asked as she pulled the blankets over her shoulder.
Logan gave her a sheepish grin. "You won't believe this but someone helped me pick out your ring. I owe it to her to tell her that you liked it - and accepted it."
Rory made a face. "Her?" she asked skeptically.
He gave her his classic Logan smirk. "Lorelai."
Rory couldn't believe it. "You're fucking kidding?! You reached out to Lorelai?"
"Yep. I wanted her to feel included somehow and I really couldn't decide on a ring," Logan admitted. Then, he retrieved his phone from wherever their belongings landed when they arrived after dinner. He got back into bed and found the picture of them smiling with the ring in the foreground. He text it to Lorelai with the caption, "SHE SAID YES!"
Lorelai immediately called his phone which he answered on speakerphone. "Hi Lorelai! You're on speakerphone..."
"Oh my goodness! You sure didn't waste any time, Logan," Lorelai quipped.
"Hi, Mom," Rory called out to her.
"Hi, Sweets! Congratulations!" Lorelai replied.
Logan replied to Lorelai, "It was time, don't you think?"
"So, who else knows?" Lorelai asked.
"Just you so far," Rory replied to her mother.
Logan added, "Although my friend Brad saw the ring earlier. He's very excited about the idea of it all."
Rory smiled at him and the idea of Logan talking to Brad about her and the proposal. "Mom, could you please keep this to yourself until I have a chance to tell Dad, Grandma, Lane and Paris? Although you can tell Luke, because I'm sure you already have..."
Lorelai laughed, "You know me soooo well! Hey, Logan, one more time... don't forget about our understanding," she said in a mock-menacing tone.
Logan replied in a bored business-like tone, "Wouldn't dream of it, Lorelai." And then in a normal voice, "Thanks again for your help earlier. It meant a lot."
They could hear Lorelai smile, despite herself. "To me too, Logan. You have to stop doing crap like that. I might start to like you one of these days..."
Logan replied, "Noted."
Rory smiled at him, "Love you, Mom. We're going to sleep. Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Absolutely," she said, "Love you too. Both of you." and then Lorelai disconnected the call.
Logan turned to set his phone on the nightstand and by the time he turned back, Rory was stradling him with her arms around his neck.
"Wow, Ace! Talking to your mom gets you hot, does it?" he teased.
"No! You being sweet and considerate does. That was one of the nicest things ever and it made me want you. Is that okay?" she whispered as she ground her hips against him.
Logan reach around her and grabbed her butt with both hands. "Oh, man... I think pregnant Rory is going to kill me," She chose that moment to slip her body down onto his erection and they both moaned at the sensation. He grinned at her, breathless. "But, what a way to go..."
About ten minutes later, Logan was still panting as Rory finished using him for her personal plaything. As soon as they were done, she threw herself on the pillows breathless. "Hey, Ace..." Logan began.
She rolled on her side and gave him her best "fuck me" look. "You wanna go again?"
Logan chuckled at her request. "Ummm, if you want. But I'm gonna need a minute..."
She teased him a little. "Yeah? For what?"
He smirked at her, "Mostly because you're marrying an old man who isn't twenty-five anymore."
She snaked her arm around his waist and lay her head on his chest. "Yeah, you're definitely on your way to a nursing home at this rate," she giggled.
He ran his hand along her side, tickling her a little. "You weren't complaining a few minutes ago, were you?"
She blushed and said, "Nope, definitely not. Besides, you are aging like a fine wine. I didn't think you could get any sexier than you were in college, but... yeah." She buried her face in his neck and starting nibbling on his neck, letting her nipples drag across his chest in a way that she knew drove him crazy.
He grazed her nipples with his hand as he went to wrap his arm around her. "And I didn't think that sex with you could be any better that it was in college, but I have to admit, Pregnant Rory is FUN."
She reached down and stroked him, "Yeah? Do you think you can keep up?" She smirked at him.
He dove down under the covered to drop kisses on her thighs. "No idea, but I can't wait to find out..." She giggled at the way his lips were tickling her bare skin. "Ace, I have to ask you a favor..." He licked a long stroke from her vagina all the way up to her belly button.
She gasped. "Anything you want... as long as you keep doing that..." He repeated the lick. "Fuck, Logan!" He licked her again. "Arrggghhhhh!" Rory had no idea how to voice her pleasure. He began licking her clit, hard - over and over, relentlessly until she was just SOOOOO close. "Logan! Don't stop! Please!" He popped up from below the covers and kissed her hyper-sensitive body all the way up, from her navel, up to her breasts, to her collarbone, to her neck and then her lips. "Oh my god! Are you trying to kill me? Please!" She begged in between kisses.
"So... I have to attend a formal thing on Friday night for HPG." He kissed her neck, sucking on the spot she liked behind her ear. "Will you go with me?"
She stroked his erection. "I said anything you want. You could ask for a threesome right now and I would agree. I just need you to make me come, Baby."
He grabbed her leg and put it over his shoulder and entered her without any warning. Rory's new uninhibited sexual desires were unbelieveable and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. "Arghhhh, Logan!" She screamed as he pounded her into the mattress.
After much grunting and moaning and screaming, his finance was finally sexually satisfied - for now anyway. She lay there sated and happy with a huge smile on her face. He got up to visit the restroom, grabbing his boxers as he did. He took a minute to clean up and tried to figure out how to get her to let him rest for a few hours before he had to go to work in the morning. Logan laughed out loud at the idea that Rory was practically coercing him into sex, while he was trying to rest.
Logan slipped back under the covers and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Ace, you are perfect. That was unbelieveable."
"Hmmmm," she barely had an energy to reply. "I love you, Logan."
"I love you too, Ace." He tightened his arms around her and then whispered into her ear. "And about that threesome?"
"Yeah?" Rory replied, a little concerned.
"No way. I could never share you." He dropped a tiny kiss on her earlobe and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Logan's cellphone rang at 6am, which was about 3 1/2 hours after they finally went to sleep. It was also an hour before his alarm normally rang. The best way to describe Rory was unconscious. Logan was sleeping so hard when the phone rang that he couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from. After about 4 rings, he figured out what in the world the sound was and answered.
"Hello?" Logan was very raspy and his voice was scratchy.
"Mate! How the fuck are you!" Finn was jubilant, as usual.
"Finn. I'm asleep. Its 6 am here. Could I call you back later?"
"No you can't call me back later! The last time we spoke, you told me that you were FINALLY cleaning up your damn life for Rory."
Logan knew he wasn't going back to bed any time soon. "Finn, can we please talk later? I have to get up in an hour and I haven't slept 4 hours as of yet."
"Can you explain how why you were seen in a restaurant last night in downtown London having an intimate dinner with some skank?"
"WHAT?! Finn don't you dare..."
"What? What the fuck are you going to do? This has gone on too long, Logan. This isn't just about you anymore. She's all of our friend."
"Finn..."
"Seriously, Logan, I love you like a brother, but this shit has got to stop."
"Finn."
"I thought you were going to fix things."
"Finn!"
"She deserves better."
"FINN!"
"What?!"
"I was with Rory last night."
"No."
"Yes. I was with Rory last night."
"According to this, you were with a thin, pale, brunette with blue eyes and a gigantic appetite."
"Finn, who does that sound like to you?"
"I don't know. You have a whole army of girls."
"Not anymore, Finn. And where are you getting your intel anyway?"
"I have a friend at the Dailymail..."
"Finn, I swear it was Rory I was with last night. And to be honest, I'm still with her. She's sleeping in my bed right now..."
"Well, I'm going to need you to peel back the blankets and show me. Just to be sure."
"Nice try, fucker. But I will send you a pic actually. Hang on." Logan quickly sent Finn the same picture he sent to Lorelai the night before.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! You did it! You fucking did it!"
"By the way, she said yes."
"No way! Put me on speaker. I need to speak to her!"
Logan sighed. "Finn, she's asleep. We were up until about 4 hours ago celebrating."
Rory mumbled from across the room, "I'm not asleep anymore."
Logan went back over to the bed and put her on speaker. "Hey Finn," she said quietly.
"It IS you! Thank God! Hey, let's FaceTime!" Finn suggested.
"Finn, I'm not dressed," Rory replied.
"Perfect! All the more reason to FaceTime!" Finn was triumphant.
Logan sighed, "Finn, fuck off."
Rory giggled and said, "Finn, we'll be in Connecticut next weekend. Do you have time to hang out with us?"
"Yep. I'll be there. Text me when and where." Finn grinned so big they could almost hear him. "Congratulations, guys. Fucking FINALLY."
"Thanks, Finn. By the way, we kind of want to tell our families ourselves. Can you keep it to yourself for a week?" Logan implored his oldest friend.
"Mate, who would I tell?" Finn feigned injured at the suggestion.
Rory sighed, "Finn you literally know EVERYONE. Please?"
"For you, Love? Absolutely. Go back to sleep, or go shag or something. And if you really want, take a video of it and text it to me so that I feel included."
"Will do, Finn. Kisses!" Rory hung up Logan's phone and grabbed his wrist to drag him back to bed.
"Ace, what are you doing?"
She smirked at him, "Well, Finn says..."