A/N: My first Fan Fic of any sort…ever…please review and let me know what you think. THANKS! Oh…and it's very (VERY) dialogue intensive. I started thisduring the spring hiatus of season 5.
Richard Gilmore was having an excellent Sunday. Nothing better than a day of golf at the Country Club, even if it wasn't his own, but rather he was a guest at a friend's. Golf was certainly the sport of gentlemen, and today he was playing with a worthy foe, Mitchum Huntzberger, the newspaper magnet. In fact, Mitchum even had a son about Rory's age that came to the party that he and Emily had thrown Rory to try and find her a suitable match. It was certainly a pity that nothing seemed to come of it. Oh well, at least she was no longer with that boy, what was his name…Wayne? Dave? Oh that's right, Dean. Well, of course, he didn't like to see his granddaughter upset, but it was all for the best. It may be too late to hope for the same for Lorelai, what with her diner owner boyfriend (imagine, he didn't want a franchise!), but Rory was a special girl, and deserved someone who could enjoy the finer things in life with her.
"Why Mitch, that was quite a drive you just hit," Spoke up Richard.
"Well, it wasn't too bad if I do say so myself." After a pause, Mitchum continued. "Now, Richard, to continue with our previous debate, where shall we go for Sunday brunch? You know as well as I do that Emily and Shira are waiting in the club house for us to return, with nothing but Mimosas to sustain them." At this both men let out short, sharp laughs.
"Yes, well, Emily and I were thinking that since we're so close to Yale, that we would stop by to surprise our granddaughter, you remember, Rory? She's going to be a star international journalist one day."
"I have yet to meet her, but you always do love to brag about her. I only wish I could get Logan to be so interested in the news. It's hard enough to get him to pretend to work at the Yale Daily News; I can only imagine how well things will go when he takes over the family business." Mitchum spoke, words dripping in sarcasm.
"Why I have a wonderful idea, Mitch! Why don't you and Shira join us at Yale. We can have a quaint brunch with the grandchildren at this pub that Rory has told us about, I'm sure Rory would love to have the opportunity to pick your brains about the newspaper business, and perhaps we'll even be able to get Logan involved with the subject."
"Well now, that sounds like quite a plan, lets go and acquaint the ladies with it.
(Elsewhere)
"Cooooooooffffffeeeeeeeee! Bring me my drug of choice, my diner-owning lover!"
"Unbelievable, your first thought in the morning…every morning, is about a caffeinated beverage, that stunts your growth, and overworks your heart…how are you not dead yet?" Grumbled Luke untangling himself from his plaid sheets to get coffee for Lorelai.
"Hmmmm, I ordered the caffeine-loving deluxe heart, it should arrive just in time for my 60th birthday, so I'm not worried. And growth? Pleeeeeeease, clearly a government conspiracy to prevent the masses from enjoying the amazing live-force giving liquid known as 'COFFEE.' I mean, come on, look and Rory and me, hardly getting a bus pass to munchkinland!"
"Why do I even bother opening my mouth. Stupid, stupid Luke." He said deadpan, as he retrieved the coffee, and brought over Lor's elixir of life.
"Ah, yes, but it wouldn't be nearly as much fun if you just submit your will too easily!"
"Riiiiight, ok. So what are your plans for the day?"
"Hmmm, I was thinking, I gotta drop off a couple things at the inn, and then I was going to drive over to Yale to surprise my kid with massive amounts of the LIQUID O'LIFE…and get some dirt on how things are going with Limo Boy!"
"You're going to kill the poor girl. Don't come running to me when she's the size of one of my diner stools."
"Yeah, but then she'll have four legs, so she'll be able to save on car insurance and gas, cause she'll be fast, like the wind, whoosh!" Lorelai replied dressed, with belongings in hand, closing the door behind her.
"Stupid, stupid Luke." Luke muttered under his breath, with a smile on his face.
(Elsewhere)
Logan woke up with a strange weight on the length of his body. He smiled, it was Rory. Her lithe, naked body was sprawling on top of him, and her bare back was facing the ceiling as the sheets only reached up to their waists. As much as Logan didn't want to wake her up, he couldn't resist the temptation to stoke his fingers up and down the length of her spine. Rory smiled in her sleep, and awoke with a start.
"Hey sleepyhead, how you doin?" Logan asked flashing her his smug half-smile. Although when Rory looked again, she saw that although it was a half-smile, there was no smugness in it, he just looked happy. She shivered.
"Are you cold? The sheets kind of ended up in Siberia…" He trailed off.
"Ha, nope, I want for nothing. Well…maybe coffee, coffee is always good." Rory answered smiling shyly, but still sprawling across him.
"Ah, well see…I could get you your precious coffee, but that would require me getting up. And that would require you getting off of me.
"Hmmm, I see your logic Huntzberger, I suppose coffee might be able to wait…just for a short, small, tiny, little bit anyways." Answered Rory as she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.
As her lips tasted his, Logan tightened the grasp that his arms had around her waist, and pulled her even closer, till their bodies were completely flush against each other. As he gripped her, the kissing intensified, so that they were no longer sweet, tentative, brushes of two pairs of lips. Suddenly their breathing became more rapid and erratic. Both of them were gasping for breath between kisses.
Logan moved one hand to caress her chest and gently squeezed, and the other one held her close as he twisted their bodies till he lay on top of her. He leaned back for a moment to see any sign of Rory wanting to stop, but seeing none in her eyes he continued to move on to kissing her neck, lightly nibbling, till she groaned, but it wasn't in pain.
Rory arched her back in pleasure and felt him growing hard above her. She smiled shyly, and turned her head to reach for the box of condoms on the nightstand with one hand, while caressing his back with her free hand.
Logan saw the condom in Rory's hand and reached out to help her open it, each only using their one free hand. She slipped it on him, with a few extra strokes that elicited a groan from him, and a moment later he slipped into her. Their breathing become strained, Rory's legs wrapped around Logan's firm waist, as he rhythmically pushed into her harder, and harder. Logan moaned each time she contracted around him, especially when she arched her back into him. Rory couldn't contain herself, and between stilted breathes she groans almost sounded like wheezes. Finally, he came, their breathing steadied, and he pulled out, and lay on top of her. His dead weigh a surprisingly pleasant sensation on her limp body.
Both were still panting with wide smiles, and were so engrossed with each other, they didn't hear the knocking at Logan's dorm door.
A/N: Ahhh, the first chapter of my first fan fic…please review and let me know what you think! Thanks!