AN: Horribly busy few weeks at work are my excuse for writing this little this week and the whole November will probably be like this. I've missed writing but it has just so difficult to get into the mode when I only have a few hours or when my eyes are sore from too much screentime already... but I've missed it and your comments.

Also I realized I haven't written much smuttyness recently... so I figure it was time to remedy that.

Chapter 44

"Evening, Ace," Logan said, as he came to pick her up for dinner on Thursday evening.

"Hi," Rory replied, with a broad smile, happy to see him all dressed up and neat, no lingering smell of booze on his breath.

She loved him in any state - drunk or not, but now that Mitchum had indeed mentioned him the partying too much had been beginning to bother her a little more than she'd realized before. She hadn't said anything, but excluded herself from the partying a little more frequently, claiming to have to study. She hoped this was something that was a small hint that she wasn't enjoying it as much, but she did agree that every once in a while it was fun to let loose and the guys certainly knew how to have fun unlike anyone else she knew.

They kissed, the kiss being definitely on the more intimate side, but they could both feel some eyes on them.

"Hey, you want to see my room?" Rory suggested, feeling Paris and Doyle over at the couch, looking at them, having a movie night. "It's far away from here," she whispered.

"Super idea," Logan agreed.

To him it was still the oddest thing to see Doyle at Rory's place which was only really enforcing his plan to move in together somewhere where they had some actual privacy. He didn't want to jinx it but he'd already been looking up some possible properties, wanting to get a jump on things before the summer since most students would be moving out of their places once the semester was through and were not keen on paying for the place through the summer. He, however, would rather move in then already, pay for the place to sit empty while he was wherever else during the summer, having no intention of risking losing the perfect place.

The minute the door slammed shut behind them, his hands were on her body, pinning her against the doorframe, and his lips on hers.

"Mm…," Rory hummed at the sensation of his need, holding his body firmly against her.

"Now this is a proper 'hello'," Logan agreed, his lips nibbling at her neck. Since that evening when he'd had the guys over, they'd only really seen each other briefly, Logan having gone to NYC for a day and Rory, as usual, had tons of work to do.

"We're never getting out of there are we?" Rory threw a weak question in the air, her cheeks all flushed already, and Logan's hands already slipping underneath the hem of her shirt, temptingly. One of her thighs rose up his hip already and he didn't really need instruction to want to grab that leg only to push more firmly against her pelvis.

"You hungry?" Logan asked huskily, definitely with double meaning, causing Rory to bite her lip.

"God, yes, I'm starving," Rory replied, sounding a little breathy, landing her own lips on his this time and kissing him like she was on fire. Tongues battled, their hands at the same time making it very evident than before they were going to get out of there, they were going to be naked.

"I know what I could eat..," Logan murmured as they came up for air in a minute, sliding his hand along the back of her thigh towards her already dripping core.

Rory shuttered at his touch, and his words, for a second, causing his smile to morph even wider.

"Less talking, more eating, Huntzberger," Rory turned on her bossy streak and pushed him off of her enough to not be between him and the wall, and guided him towards her bed, both on automatic already beginning to toss away their clothing, while barely breaking their kiss.

Rory still had her black 20-den polka-dot-patterned pantyhose on as he landed onto her bed, braless, having made some choices while undressing.

"Now that's a sight," Logan commented, and touched her nylon-clad legs all over.

"Try not to rip them this time," Rory cautioned him with a sneaky smile.

Logan was enjoying the tights a little more than he'd realized - there being something both utterly wicked and innocent about them at the same time.

While keeping his one hand on the smooth texture on her legs he bent down to kiss her chest, the pebble-like nipples feeling rock-hard against his cheeks. With hasty kisses alternating with a few playful growls Logan made his way to her waist, and after wrapping his thumbs around the edge of her pantyhose pulled them together with her panties off her, nearly causing Rory to yelp at his sudden movement.

"Shh… or Paris might start with the commentary again," Logan scolded her, laughingly.

"Hey, you caused it," Rory shot back, giggling.

"Bite down on a pillow of something," Logan replied cockily, and threw a decor pillow towards her hinting at the fact that he was pretty confident he was going to make her moan, just before laying a kiss on her abdomen.

"Getting mighty sure of yourself, Huntzberger," Rory teased, still laughing, but knew he was probably right.

"Uh-huh," he replied, unable to respond with a lot more as his lips were already busy between her thighs. His hot tongue slipped between her folds and Rory's mind just went blank, letting out a low gasp of approval. The pillow in her hands seemed no longer like that silly of an idea. Little by little she began to move her hips against his tongue. They were at that stage, where it was not just about giving or receiving but also demanding, like the attention they gave each-other was something they deserved.

His grip on her thighs was firm as usual, almost making her feel like it was only him who was in control, determined to make her cum.

Rory could feel all of her blood rush into her labia and clit, sensing them swell up as she felt the warm sensation start to spread from there to every part of her body, causing her nipples to harden.

Logan was no longer just using his tongue, but also his fingers in the shape of a V, careful not to actually enter her, knowing this was the way she loved it. A slow tease back and forth her outer and inner labia, tongue stopping on her clit to lap over it with more intensity and alternating that with sucking on it.

God, he was good at that.

Her vaginal muscles clenched and a surge of heat and moistness between her legs almost felt like she would explode. She kind of did - her abdominal muscles spasming visibly, just as her eyes met Logan's who was clearly watching her orgasm, while keeping his lips and tongue busy until the end.

She was barely off her high, when Logan had somehow managed to tug off his underwear and plunged into her wet mess with a deep thrust, causing her core to carry her into the next climax straight away. She was so being spoiled by him.

The clenching of her inner muscles was one of the best feelings for him, Logan barely needing to start with very strenuous thrusts at all, so the feeling she was mostly getting was the feeling of fullness. She felt like she was essentially a ragdoll, controlled by physical sensations instead of her brain, yet and all she kept wanting was another thrust. More, more, more.

The movements came soon enough - strong, deep but calm. Like waves washing onto a beach or a steam train moving at a steady slow speed.

The orgasm was inevitable, but after having a few before, it was the feeling of his hot juices spreading into and all over her, that she really craved. There was just something so primal about that… but that was also the ultimate intimacy in a way. It was trust.

Logan came with a well-anticipated groan, Rory nearly wanting to add that it was him needing to bite on the pillow instead of her, but from the TV having been turned up in the next room they could already be fairly certain they'd heard something out there. Hell, it was no secret, and Rory had overheard them far more times than she would've liked too.

Logan rolled off of her, resting his back on her bed, barely fitting on the narrow bed without falling out if one was positioned lower than the other.

Rory chuckled to herself, still breathing heavily. Her face looked flushed, relaxed and giddy.

"What?" Logan asked, barely fitting by her side on her narrow bed, slowly regaining his normal breathing.

"I can't tell you..," Rory shot back.

"What? Come on…," Logan insisted, pushing himself onto his elbow and slightly to his side. They were generally pretty open, they didn't lie or keep secrets - nothing major at least.

"You'll get all cocky about it," Rory explained her reasoning.

"I'm already pretty smug after having just done that," Logan replied.

"I just realized, I actually think you've gotten better at that…," Rory commented.

Logan crooked his eyebrow at her.

"With your tongue…," Rory murmured, knowing this would get into his head. It wasn't that she was scared of using the real terms to talk about it - it just felt so clinical somehow and she was just still inside that shy girl who preferred to whisper the naughty terms into his ear when needed. But at the same time the cockiness was sort of that she liked about him too, and why not praise him for a job well done.

"Oh have I?" Logan reflected, that broad smug smile creeping onto his lips.

"Or maybe I'm just imagining it," Rory said, playfully, already sending his smugness increase by the second.

"Or the test subject being the same has something to do with it..," Logan chuckled, getting a scolding punch from Rory in return. He did know her body unlike he'd ever known any body.

"Don't remind me of your track record, Logan… you know that's not a smart idea," Rory said in a cautioning tone. But she knew he could well be right. She'd learned to know his body pretty well too.

"Sorry..," Logan chuckled, neither taking this too seriously.

"You're not saying you're bored of me, are you?" Rory asked.

"Nah.. I'm really not..," Logan said, sliding his hand teasingly between her legs again, where he could still feel her radiating heat. The hot and wet mess of their combined juices was an utterly

"Not now… over sensitive… hungry," Rory commented, clenching her thighs shut, getting his fingers stuck between them, and turned to face him.

"But too lazy to move?" Logan asked.

Rory didn't reply to that question, that being self evident in her opinion. "But seriously? Doesn't it get boring for you… I mean you're used to all sorts of experienced girls, tall, short, blonde, red-haid…," Rory listed, hesitantly, wanting to add a list of waitresses and flight attendants to the list to continued teasing him.

"Well for starters I don't want you picturing that… It's not something I am terribly proud these days …. And honestly… I think you're on top of your classes and have also been learning quite a bit in the bedroom…," Logan commented, approvingly, while watching Rory blush. She was adorable like that, and had truly come a long way in what she could and wanted to do, she was fierce.

"I have, haven't I?" Rory pushed her nose up in the air playfully.

"And I am very proud of you and I couldn't be happier…," Logan continued, kissing her hand that he'd intertwined into his.

"Oh, stop it… you're spoiling me… I'm not that perfect," Rory replied.

"Oh, I'm not talking about perfect..," Logan attempted to tease as if she still had things to learn, while really there wasn't much unless they went too far into the kinky stuff, with a straight face but was unable to hold his laughter.

"Oh, is that right?" Rory shot back, laughingly.

"I can't really imagine ever getting tired of you," Logan admitted, kissing his way up her shoulder now. It was a lot for Logan to be making statements like that, but he couldn't deny that his parent's words had actually allowed his mind to think more and more about the long term. The outlook didn't look half that bad if he figured out a way to have her by his side. All the things he hated about his future sounded almost tolerable with her.

"Aw..," Rory chimed, not being used to hearing such declarations, and especially from someone like Logan. "We're really not getting out of here any time soon, are we?" she asked, just melting at his words, her hunger for food replacing again with another kind of hunger despite her over-sensitiveness. She was high on love, she was still so high on love.

Half an hour later, Logan resorted to feeding Rory a couple of bites of Tootsie rolls from her bedside drawer as she pretended to have too low blood sugar to get out of bed again. But now Logan was determined to get them to dinner as he had planned. There was nothing fancy planned - just an Italian place just off campus, but since they'd been talking about trying the place out for weeks, Logan was the man to get them there, Rory's decisiveness sometimes being all over the place.

After cleaning up a little, Rory was getting dressed, getting her sweater from her closed, having decided to change things around a little.

"Hey, what do you think of this dress?" Rory asked, suddenly reminding what she'd been pondering over earlier. "Does it look newspaper-y enough?" she added.

"What?" Logan frowned, not really being used to her asking his advice on dresses before.

"I'm trying to figure out what to wear on my first day at the paper," she added.

"Ah, the internship rears its ugly head again," Logan noted, this really not being his favorite subject post intercourse.

"I want to look professional but not too Lois Lane-y, and I don't want to look like a college kid," Rory explained.

"You are a college kid," Logan pointed out.

"Not on Monday. On Monday, I am a newspaper woman. And I have to look like a newspaper woman," Rory explained in more detail.

"Whatever you wear will be fine," Logan added.

"I'm so excited," she replied, hanging the dress back up.

"I can tell," Logan said, finishing up zipping up his pants.

"Oh. Last night, I couldn't sleep, so I Googled your father," Rory said.

"Excuse me?" Logan just had to have her repeat that. Not exactly a topic he expected this close to getting his rocks off, twice.

"Twelve thousand fifty three items came up. I could only pull up a couple thousand, but it really helped," Rory explained, picking up a stack of papers she had printed out, and flipped through them

Logan, both amused and a little disturbed, watched her with curiosity.

"He was born in 1953, Episcopalian, second of four children, oldest boy, Yale undergrad, star of the track team. No grad school. Interesting. Then he had a couple of lost years. Kind of a blank period, a little Jesus thing going on there. Worked as a reporter and editor for two of the Huntzberger papers before taking over as CEO of the company!" Rory shared.

"Uh…," Logan was at a loss for words.

"I mean, when you look at all these accomplishments, the man must never sleep!" Rory exclaimed.

"Well…," Logan wanted to get a word in but Rory just kept going.

"Ah. Mm-hm, four hours a night. Just like Clinton," Rory read out.

"You don't have a wall in a secret room with pictures of my father pasted all over it, do you?" Logan teased.

"Logan, I'm going to be interning for him. I need to know everything about him. Is he an egghead? Because he seems very roll-up-the-sleeves-y. But he's written about everything, from foreign affairs, domestic policies. He had a wine column, for God's sake. I should learn more about wine," Rory continued.

"Look, Rory…," Logan began, wanting to caution her once more to not get her hopes up.

"What are his politics? He's unbelievably neutral in his writing! Right wing, left wing, middle wing. Oh, the man was short-listed for the Pulitzer for covering the Iranian hostage crisis when he was twenty-five!" Rory added.

"Yeah, I heard something about that," Logan commented.

"Twenty-five! How did he do that? Especially considering his lost years? He's a born journalist. I mean, what does he read? What papers, what journals? Come on, tell me something," Rory begged, looking adorable.

"He hates peas," Logan said.

"Logan, I need your help here," Rory pleaded.

"Rory, my dad and I basically have two conversations. 'Logan, you're not living up to your potential' and 'Logan, when you're sailing close-hauled, wait until you gain that last bit of boat speed before you pull in the jib sheet.' That's it," Logan explained, and frankly it was kind of sad.

"But…," Rory began, being in a little bit of disbelief.

"Ace! You've learned more about my father in one night than I've learned in my whole life! Don't worry. You're going to be fine! Now, I thought we'd established that we're both starving," Logan suggested.

"Yes, we have. Let's go," Rory agreed, remaining a little disappointed that she wasn't getting much out of Logan, grabbed her sweater and turned to leave. Before she left the room, however, she remembered another detail to put down on her notes. "Oh, wait! Your dad covered Haiti in 1985. Must learn about Haiti. Got it! Okay, let's go," Rory said. "Hey, have you ever discussed Pinochet with him? Because on time he wrote…" Rory inquired, deciding not to give up yet.

"Peas, Ace. Peas…," Logan replied, rolling his eyes.

"Right, sorry..," Rory replied apologetically. But she knew she was going to need something more than that. She needed to not just show up but actually ace this, almost as if she had to go earn his nickname for her.

The following day Rory was at her grandparents for dinner. She was alone this time, since Lorelai was still not coming to these dinners because of the way Emily had split up Lorelai and Luke, despite the fact that they had in between reconsiled.

"Now, now. Rory, tell us a little more about this internship, it sounds very exciting," Emily urged, after having talked quite a bit about tennis. She'd mentioned briefly as she'd arrived that she'd been busy with prepping for her internship that was starting next week, but hadn't yet gone too much into it.

"Well, all I really know is that I'm going to be shadowing Mitchum Huntzberger, just to sort of learn and observe, plus pitching in here and there," Rory shared.

"You are going to learn a hell of a lot," Richard commented.

"I'm sure I am. I've been reading up on him, trying to study and go in prepared," Rory explained.

"I think it's very smart of you to be preparing. You know my mother used to say - 'Life is a battle, and you either enter it armed or you surrender immediately'," Richard commented, approvingly.

"Well, I'm certainly not planning on surrendering," Rory replied smilingly. She truly believed going with her homework done was the only way to succeed at it. She was determined not to disappoint.

"It was very sweet of Logan to arrange this for you," Emily commented, hitting a sore spot for Rory. She didn't appreciate the assumption.

"Well, actually, Mitchum Huntzberger offered it to me himself," Emily replied, sounding impressed.

"Now, how about that? He just called you up? Your reputation for excellence preceded you?" Richard commented.

"Well, he came by Yale, actually…," Rory replied. "I guess once Logan had talked to them, he just wanted to get to know me," she added, failing to mention how the rest of Logan's family had been less than thrilled about her presence in Logan's life.

"I am sure he did, he must be proud to have someone like you as Logan's girlfriend," Richard commented.

"I don't know about that but I guess he has his reasons," Rory replied, not wanting to outright lie either.

"So how did Shira take the news? I know she can be a little… uppity," Emily admitted, squinting her nose, for the first time using the term much rather from Lorelai's vocabulary than hers in Rory's experience.

"As expected, I suppose," Rory shrugged.

"You know we really ought to all have dinner together sometime, it'd be the proper thing to do," Emily said.

"Who? Us and his parents?" Rory reflected, not believing her ears. It was like the dinner they'd had here last week was almost wiped off their memories. All that talk about rushing them - while not directly implied, it was certainly moving in that direction despite it. It was scary as hell.

"Yes!" Emily replied as if it was obvious.

"Um… I don't know," Rory hesitated.

"Nonsense!" Emily objected. "I'll arrange it, don't you worry about it. I'll handle everything," Emily insisted.

Rory felt a sense of panic… This was not good. She didn't want conflicts, she didn't even particularly want to face the part of Logan's family that didn't approve of her.

"I agree, we should invite them right away. They're schedules are probably busy so it might be a few weeks anyways," Richard added.

"But it would be smart to get an invitation to them as soon as possible," Emily said urgently.

"We could get a messenger on it by tonight. It isn't even eight yet," Richard commented.

Rory just wanted them to stop, wanted to caution them somehow. Warn them that it might not come off all that nice, but she certainly wasn't going to repeat everything Logan had told her.

"They'll need a choice of dates," Emily began speaking about a long row of arrangements that carried on for at least an half an hour.

It was only as Rory sat back into her car when she dialed Logan, knowing she wasn't heading back to New Haven tonight but to see her mother.

"Hello?" Logan answered, picking up his phone.

"Listen. They want to have dinner with you and your family," Rory revealed urgently with a deep sigh. "For all I know a carrier pigeon is heading for your room and then to your parent's house as we speak. You might want to open the window," she added.

"Oh," Logan sighed.

"I suggested it wasn't necessary but she just got so worked up about it, I don't think there's any way of talking them out of it," Rory explained.

"So the odds of getting out of this are pretty much zero?" Logan replied.

"It's going to be horrible right? God… I don't know…," Rory expressed her concern.

"Well… it's not ideal, obviously. But they do have some ability to behave themselves in public…," Logan explained, trying to think rationally. He didn't think it was a good idea, but he could hope. At best he could imagine his mother making excuses to decline - falling ill or something equivalent.

Rory suddenly hear a bang at his end.

"God, what was that?" she asked.

"Carrier pigeon. Should've opened the window," Logan replied smugly, really hoping faith would somehow intervene to avoid this dinner. But until he could at least try to keep their mood optimistic. But there were worse dinners he'd probably had to sit through, and secretly he really did just want his family to be forced to accept this reality - the Gilmores and all. Maybe there were ways to convince them?

"Not funny...," Rory said.

"Kind of funny…," Logan replied, his smile audible through the phone.

Rory shook her head, smilingly. Logan always managed to calm her when she was feeling like bunch of nerves.

"Love you, bye..," she chimed.

"I love you...," Logan replied, finishing the call, knowing they'd probably end up texting once they were both in bed anyways.