The Fortune Cookie's Always Right
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.
Author's Note: Here you go, folks. A relatively fast update! Woo hoo! And just so you know, this chapter is kind of M, ok? There's one scene that had to be a lil' sumpin-sumpin in order for something to happen… you'll see what I mean. Oh yeah, and there are little bits of stuff from Season 5 episodes sprinkled here and there. And I know, I know, the party was supposed to be in this chapter, but I had so much other material that preceded it that it's gonna have to be next chapter. On with the show!
CHAPTER 15: NAKED CITY
"It'll be fine," Lorelai said, breezing out her front door.
"Do you know how much electricity you're wasting?" Luke demanded.
Lorelai pretended to think about it. "Enough to power a leprechaun village?"
Luke sighed. "I don't know why I bother," he muttered to himself. He followed Lorelai out the door, shutting it and pointedly locking it.
"I bet it would be cute," Lorelai said thoughtfully.
"What?" Luke said, on the verge of irritation.
"My leprechaun village."
"Oh, here we go," Luke said, leaning against his truck, ready for the impending diatribe.
"It could have a little leprechaun king and lots of little leprechaun villagers, only they won't wear green, they'll wear blue, because green is so last season," Lorelai reasoned.
"Uh huh," Luke said, his eyes beginning to glaze over.
"And they'll eat with tiny little Barbie-sized forks," she finished. She paused. "Wait – I changed my mind."
"You're going to turn off the TV?" Luke said hopefully.
"No no no, silly! I've abandoned the leprechaun village. I'm now powering a Barbie Dream House."
"Dare I ask? What was wrong with the leprechaun village," Luke said, amazed he was buying into her crazy rambling like always.
"Well, they wouldn't share their gold," Lorelai said logically.
"Of course," Luke said sarcastically.
"And the Dream House is pink," Lorelai said, as if that cemented her decision.
"Look," Luke said, attempting to re-focus the conversation. "It's wasteful to leave the TV on when you leave the house."
"But there's a very good reason," Lorelai argued. "We had to pause the movie, and we need to pick up at that exact point."
"Isn't the whole point of DVDs that you can quickly and easily return to any point on the disc at your will?" Luke asked.
Lorelai gave him the 'duh' look. "No, the point of DVDs is to make the consumer re-buy every movie they own on VHS just because it's a new format that purports to be better but really still gets scratched easier and has only one redeeming value: the Special Features."
"Ok, well, I agree with you there," Luke said. He then realized that Lorelai just navigated the conversation away again, and he was suddenly very tired of arguing.
"You know, you just wait," he said. "Someday, I'll be the man of the house, and then you'll have to listen to me," he said triumphantly.
Lorelai leaned in conspiratorially. "Honey, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret courtesy of Nia Vardalos: The man may be the head of the family, but the woman is the neck, and she can turn the head any way she wants."
Luke just looked at her. "I'm never gonna win this one, am I?"
"Nope!" Lorelai said, giving him a quick kiss. "You know, that was a great movie."
"What was?" Luke said warily.
"Man of the House. Boy, Rory used to make me watch that for hours on end," Lorelai reminisced.
"The cheerleader movie with Tommy Lee Jones?" Luke asked, confused.
"No no no, the Chevy Chase movie with Jonathan Taylor Thomas. Rory, along with every other 12 year old, was going through a total JTT phase. She was in love with the boy, and we had to watch the crappiest of all movies to get a glimpse of him. Pinocchio is completely ruined for me."
"Pinocchio?" Luke asked dubiously.
"You don't wanna know," Lorelai said, waving the comment away. Suddenly, her phone rang. "Damn and blast! I bet that's my mother. I bet her psychic Emily powers know that I am going to be late to Friday night dinner. I bet she knew you were distracting me with the Mountie sex."
"I was not distracting you with Mountie sex, we were watching a movie!" Luke said, exasperated. "Answer your damn phone."
"Fine," Lorelai said dramatically. "But I was picturing you with the Canadian Mountie hat, so it still counts." She pulled her phone out of her purse. "Hello, Lorelai Gilmore, and I'm not thinking about sex," she answered.
"Gross, Mom."
"What? I said I was not thinking about sex," Lorelai pouted.
"I'm gonna…" Luke said, gesturing to his truck.
"Go, go. Wait – kiss!" Lorelai said. Luke obliged and kissed her before driving back to the diner.
"I can't kiss you, I'm miles away," Rory said.
"I was talking to Luke," Lorelai said. She got into her car and began the drive to Hartford. "Poor guy. I think I exhausted him."
"Why do you say that? And don't let it be dirty, I hate when it's dirty," Rory warned.
"No no no, I think I exhausted him with a battle of wits. I'm pretty sure I lost him somewhere between the leprechauns and the Greek wedding."
"That's usually where you lose people," Rory agreed sympathetically.
"So what's up?" Lorelai said.
"Well, I just wanted to give you a heads up on dinner tonight."
"Why, are we having roasted cute fluffy animal and you want me to bring secret Fruit Roll-Ups?"
"Quite possibly, but no, that's not why I called. I just wanted to let you know that Logan is coming to dinner tonight."
"Oh reeeally," Lorelai cooed.
"Yes, really. I just wanted you to know."
"Ok, but not to be rude, why exactly are you hauling Daniel into the lion's den?"
"Well grandpa called the other day to ask about a book, and Logan answered my phone, which was mistake number one, and they got to talking about something… what? Oh, Logan says they were talking about Scotch - "
"Tape?"
"Beverage."
"Ah. Cuz, you know, I was having SNL flashbacks. Plaid everywhere."
"I'm sure. Listen, I'm going to hang up now. Logan is going to tell me why apparently his family gatherings are worse than ours."
"Ok, but tell him about the time I wore - "
"I already told him. Apparently he's got better."
"Wow! Fill me in later."
"Will do. Bye, Mom."
"Caesar, I need a tuna melt, pronto!" Lane called behind the counter. She sighed as she heard the door open. Why did people always come in right when she was trying to close? She was so close to getting Kirk out the door.
"Can I help you?" she asked, turning around.
"Um…hi," Dean said.
"Hey…" Lane said. When Dean didn't say anything else, she decided to help him along. "Can I get you anything?"
That seemed to snap Dean out of it. "Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, three burgers all the way and three orders of fries."
"Ok, comin' right up," Lane said, putting the order in. Dean watched her, rocking back and forth on his heels awkwardly.
"So… big night with the guys?" Lane offered.
"Yeah, we're um, gonna go out, and I got elected to be the food guy. I think Kyle is handling the…beverages," Dean said uncomfortably.
"Right," Lane replied.
"So," Dean said. "You talk to Rory lately?" he ventured.
"Yeah, she came by the other day."
"Huh. Um, did she mention me? At all?" Dean asked, part hopefully and part fearfully.
"Not really…sorry. I mean, I think she told me that you guys hung out a while back, but that was about the extent of it."
Dean exhaled. "So, no details then."
"Nope, sorry."
"Right. Well. Can I ask you something?" Dean said.
"Sure," Lane replied, not really sure at all, but she didn't know what else to say.
"Do you think…Do you think I still have a chance with Rory? I mean, I think I have a chance, but I'm not completely sure."
"Well…" Lane was suddenly uncomfortable. "Didn't you see her at the Winter Carnival?"
"Yeah," Dean replied cautiously.
"I can't remember, but I think she was with Logan then."
Dean's face darkened. "Not at the Carnival, she wasn't."
Lane shrugged. "Well, I don't know when they officially got back together, but they're dating now."
"Huh," Dean said. "Well, if it's only been a week, it can't be that serious, can it?" a slow smile spreading across his face.
Lane sighed. "I don't know, Dean. Hey, here's your order," she said, gladly handing him the tall bag.
"Thanks. See ya," he said jauntily. Of course it's not that serious; Rory was only with this jerk temporarily. She would come back to him if he asked her to. Besides, she'd slept with him. She probably hadn't slept with Richie Rich; it wasn't her style. Dean was all of a sudden feeling better about his prospects.
Lane regarded him curiously. "See ya…"
"Rory! Logan! So wonderful to see you! Oh you look perfect, don't they look perfect?" Emily said, beaming at the couple from the front doorway.
"Emily, let them in the door first," Richard said, pretending to be cranky.
"Hello Emily, thank you for inviting me," Logan said smoothly as Emily led the way into the foyer.
"Oh don't be silly, you're welcome anytime," Emily replied.
"Richard," Logan said, shaking Richard's hand.
"Logan, my boy!" he said, clapping Logan on the back.
"Hello, Rory," Richard said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi, Grandpa."
"Richard, Emily, I brought something for you," Logan said, extending one arm that was laden with gifts.
"Oh, Logan, you shouldn't have!" Emily said, delighted.
"Emily, some marzipan; I heard somewhere you might like it," Logan said, winking at Rory. She made a playful yuck face.
"Lovely, simply lovely," Emily gushed.
"And Richard, if I remember correctly, Macallan is your Scotch of choice?" Logan said, presenting a bottle.
"Good man," Richard said approvingly.
"Shall we?" Emily said, gesturing to the sitting area. Rory took a deep breath and Logan shot her a reassuring look as they followed the Gilmores in for drinks.
"You're late," Emily said sharply.
"Hi, Mom, it's great to see you too. Of course, you may take my coat, thank you so much," Lorelai said, cocking her head to one side.
"You're impossible," Emily harrumphed.
"Sorry," Lorelai said dramatically. "You wouldn't believe what it took to get me here. First, I broke a heel, and then I had to go through 87 pairs of shoes to find another pair that matched this dress, and then when I got in the car, well, wouldn't you know I was practically out of gas, and I know that you wouldn't want me to run out of gas on a deserted highway, and when I did get on the highway, traffic was really bad due to a-"
"Oh spare me," Emily said, rolling her eyes. "Come in, come in. We're still having drinks."
"Well, halleluiah! Lead me to Martiniland," Lorelai said.
"Martiniland?" Emily said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, it's right next to Margaritaville," Lorelai replied.
"The things you say," Emily said, shaking her head.
"Hey Dad, Rory, Logan, nice to see you again," Lorelai said, sitting down.
"Lorelai," Richard said.
"Hey Mom," Rory said.
"Lorelai," Logan said slowly. He wasn't sure how much Lorelai knew about his situation with Rory.
"Your martini," Richard said, handing Lorelai a drink.
"Thanks, Dad. Boy, you will not believe what I had to go through to get here tonight," Lorelai said, prepared to launch into her why-I'm-late story.
"Not now, Lorelai," Emily said, cutting her off.
"But you never let me get to the good part," Lorelai pouted. "It involved at least two of the Village People."
Emily ignored her and turned her attention to Logan.
"So, Logan, you're going to lead the Huntzberger Corporation into the 21st Century, eh?" Richard said with a knowing grin.
"If my father has anything to say about it, yes sir," Logan replied, taking a sip of his drink.
"So will you be living in Hartford when you graduate?" Emily asked.
"Most likely, although I think a bit of travel at the beginning is expected."
"Travel?" Rory asked, suddenly interested.
"Yeah, you know, visiting the various papers we own, getting to know the editors, all that jazz," Logan said easily. But Rory didn't miss the flash in his eyes when the subject came up. She made a mental note to ask him about it later.
"But you'll be settling in Hartford," Emily said warmly.
"Perhaps," Logan said, setting his drink down.
"Yeah, or perhaps he's planning a move to Indiana," Lorelai suggested helpfully.
"Why, what's in Indiana?" Emily said, narrowing her eyes.
"Are you kidding me? Naked City! Who wouldn't want to live in the Sun Aura Nudist Resort? The place has a giant lady's leg sundial."
"A giant lady's leg sundial? Really, Lorelai," Emily snorted.
"So, your father told me that your sister is recently engaged," Richard said.
"That's true; Josh finally popped the question," Logan confirmed.
"You must be thrilled," Emily intimated.
"Yeah, Josh is a good guy," Logan said easily.
"Are they going to have the wedding in Martha's Vineyard?" Emily asked excitedly.
"I believe so," Logan said noncommittally.
"I just love weddings in the Vineyard," Emily said. There was an expectant pause.
"Yeah, they're nice," Logan said. Was it getting hot in here? As magical as that weekend in Paris was, and as cute as their whole ring debate was, this real world pressure was beginning to get to him.
"You know what I love? Cheese. I mean, there's so many kinds!" Lorelai interjected.
"Lorelai, what are you talking about?" Emily said.
"So, I suppose your family expects you to start settling down, young man," Richard said, smiling at Logan.
"I think they're just hoping I make it through graduation first," Logan said with a charming smile.
"Of course, of course. But after graduation, I suspect that it won't be long before they'll be expecting the next generation of Huntzbergers to be coming along," Richard said with a wink.
"Grandpa!" Rory said, shocked.
"What? What did I say?" Richard said, innocently looking around.
"Now now, there's plenty of time before you have to think about that," Emily said. Logan smiled in relief. "I mean, two years at least!"
Logan nearly choked on his Scotch.
"Dinner is ready," said the maid. It was going to be a long night.
"I'm exhausted," Rory said, slumping on the hood of Logan's car. She gave the Gilmore mansion an evil look.
"I tried to cover for you, but you know what they're like," Lorelai said apologetically. She looked at Logan, who was looking rather shell-shocked. "Poor kid. Is this the first time he's been Gilmored?"
"Yes," Rory said, patting Logan's arm in a reassuring manner. "You ok there? Need some air? Water? A time machine?"
"Massive amounts of alcohol?" Lorelai suggested.
Logan finally cracked a smile. "All of the above," he admitted. "Kind of the polar opposite of one of my family dinners, but no less intense."
"What, as in screaming and shouting about how disappointing you are as opposed to how fabulous you are?" Lorelai asked in a been-there-done-that voice.
"Pretty much," Logan said.
"Oh, we have those too," Lorelai said. "But boy, do they looooove you!" she said, grinning at Logan.
"I'm glad, but I kinda wish they'd love me less!" Logan said.
"Well, I can arrange that for the next dinner, but just remind me to give you a map of the escape routes beforehand," Lorelai said. She regarded the kids for a moment. Rory looked weary and a bit surprised; she obviously hadn't put that much thought into the future, and wasn't ready for the Gilmore questioning squad. Logan had a similar expression, although his belied experience with dodging questions about the future.
"Ok, that's it," Lorelai announced.
"What?" Logan and Rory chorused.
"I'm calling Luke. We need emergency fries. It's time for a movie marathon!" Lorelai said.
"Good idea," Rory said, perking up at the thought of some real food. "I mean, what was that?"
"I dunno, but I've learned to stop asking," Lorelai said. "Foie gras sounded so cool before I knew what it was."
"I thought the pâté was fairly decent," Logan offered.
"Are you kidding me? Pâté, French for 'dog food'?" Lorelai said, astounded. "We need to re-educate him."
"Re-educate in the Chinese Cultural Revolution sense?" Rory asked.
"No, re-educate in the American Food Pyramid sense," Lorelai replied.
"Ah," Rory said. "I understand. We'll follow you," she said authoritatively.
"Good. You get the movies, I'll get the grub," Lorelai said, hopping into her car. She rolled down the window before backing out of the driveway. "Hey, Rory?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure to tell him about the Rory curtain. Bye!" Lorelai said, driving away.
"Mom!" Rory whined fruitlessly.
"The Rory curtain?" Logan asked in amusement, getting into the car.
Rory sighed. "Well, it all started when I told Taylor…"
"We've got the movies!" Rory called as she opened the front door. "Mom?" she called when she got no answer.
Lorelai popped out from around the corner. "Here, before I forget," she said, thrusting a videotape at Rory.
"What's this?" Rory said, looking down at the label.
"Grey's Anatomy. I know you missed last Sunday's," Lorelai gave Logan a knowing smile, which he pretended not to see, "and this weekend is a new one, so you need to be caught up."
"Thanks. Hey, would you tape The Office for me too? I have a project meeting on Thursday," Rory requested.
"Ok, I don't get it," Luke said, overhearing them in the kitchen. He came into the hallway. "Why don't you just get TiVo?" he asked.
"Because it costs too much," Lorelai replied.
"Let me get this straight," Luke said, holding his hands out in front of him. "You have an entire closet full of VHS tapes, which, by the way, is a dying technology, yet you won't just pay for a box that gets rid of the commercials?"
"I didn't know you even knew what TiVo was, Luke," Rory said curiously.
"Come on," Lorelai said, ignoring Luke, "let's put in the first movie."
"Whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute. Are you telling me that we left the TV and DVD player on for hours, all under the premise that you couldn't lose your place in the movie we were watching, and now you're going to take it out? Just like that?" Luke asked Lorelai.
"Don't worry, Luke, it'll be fine. I can just skip to the part we were at next time," Lorelai said logically.
Luke was speechless.
"Ok, clearly you two are having issues. Logan and I are gonna fix the food trays," Rory said, leading Logan into the kitchen.
Lorelai grinned at Luke. "Trying to figure out what you see in me?"
"Yep," Luke said. "Can't figure it out," he deadpanned.
Lorelai sauntered up to him and gave him a mind-blowing kiss.
"Oh yeah," he said softly. Lorelai smiled and walked into the living room. "Hey," Luke said in a half-whisper, following her onto the couch. "What's with this Logan kid?"
"What do you mean?" Lorelai replied in the same tone.
"Is he dating her? Is he her boyfriend? Is he good enough for her?"
"Whoa, hey, MacArthur, slow down," Lorelai said. "Yes, they are dating, and yes, I think he's officially her boyfriend, and of course he's not good enough for her, this my baby we're talking about!"
"Huh," Luke said, looking in the direction of the kitchen.
"But…I think he's serious about her, probably loves her, so that gives him brownie points," Lorelai said. "Now shush, they'll be here any second."
As if on cue, Rory and Logan entered the living room, laden with trays of junk food.
"Hey, so what are we watching first?" Rory asked, setting her tray on the coffee table.
"Well," said Lorelai slyly, "Luke really wanted to have a JTT marathon."
"What? No, uh uh, no way," Luke said.
"Oh yesss!" Rory said.
"I'm sorry, JTT?" Logan asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Jonathan Taylor Thomas," Lorelai explained innocently. She waited a beat before laughing. "Just kidding. Why don't you pick," she offered generously.
"Ok…um…how about the Godfather trilogy?" Logan suggested.
"Um, I vote no, too much blood too late at night," Rory said apologetically.
"Ok," Logan said gracefully. "What about 'A Very Long Engagement'?"
Lorelai snorted. "A Very Long Movie. Sorry, but we don't do subtitles. The whole point in watching a movie is avoiding reading."
"Yeah, unless you count the time that we watched 8 ½, Amelie, and Seven Samurai and turned off the subtitles," Rory pointed out.
"Oh yeah! We made up the dialogue," Lorelai remembered. She paused to honor the memory. "Ok, well, when in doubt, you know what we have to watch."
"Willy Wonka?" Rory asked. Lorelai nodded. "Sorry, Mom, but we watched that during the infamous New York kidnapping weekend," Rory said.
"Is this something I need to know about?" Luke asked warily.
"No!" Lorelai, Rory, and Logan chorused.
"Ok, good," Luke said.
"Ok, well, let's see…" Lorelai said, perusing the stack of movies. "Ah hah! Perfect!" She popped in a DVD.
"You're just in a musical mood, aren't ya?" Rory said.
"What can I say? Grease is the word!" Lorelai and Rory grinned and settled down on the floor pillows. Luke and Logan gave each other dubious looks.
"There's no arguing, just go with it," Luke said tiredly, even though they knew he loved it.
"It's ok," Logan said. "I've experienced a Gilmore movie marathon before."
Luke eyed him. "Does anybody want drinks?"
"That's what we forgot," Rory said, slapping her forehead. "Pepsi, please!" she quipped.
"I want a Pepsi too," Lorelai said, "but only if it's made with beer."
"One beer and one Pepsi, got it," Luke said. "Hey, Logan, you wanna help me get drinks?"
"Um, sure," Logan said, following him into the kitchen.
Luke opened the refrigerator door. "What do you want?" he asked.
"A beer is fine," Logan said. Luke got out a Pepsi and three beers, holding one out in front of Logan as he closed the door with his foot. Logan went to take it, but Luke pulled it back out of his reach. Logan looked at him questioningly.
"Look, I know her dad isn't around to say this, and Lorelai's probably too nice to, but if you hurt her, I'll find you, you got me?" Luke said.
Logan was somewhat startled, but then grinned. "Don't worry – I love her too."
"You do?" Luke asked, surprised.
"Yeah, but I haven't exactly told her, I think it's too soon, and I don't wanna freak her out. The thought freaks me out enough as it is. So don't say anything, ok?"
Luke was taken aback, but gave Logan his beer. "Yeah, sure. Ok."
Logan smiled his thanks.
Luke started to follow him out of the kitchen. "So she doesn't know? Really?"
"Well, I sort of have this well-earned reputation of being a playboy. I've never really had a girlfriend, but I'm trying," Logan said honestly.
"Huh. Alright then," Luke said, nudging him into the living room. "We've got the drinks!" he announced.
Rory and Lorelai ignored him. They were too busy singing.
"Rory," Lorelai whispered.
"What?" Rory whispered back.
"Look," Lorelai said. They both turned around to see Luke and Logan fast asleep on opposite ends of the couch.
"I can't believe it!" Rory said.
"I know, I mean, who sleeps when Cha Cha DiGregorio dances?"
"Apparently these two," Rory said.
"Amateurs," Lorelai scoffed. Her face softened. "Aww, but aren't they cute?"
"Yeah," Rory admitted, always amazed at how innocent Logan looked when he was sleeping.
"Ok, kiddo, we should put them to bed," Lorelai said, slowly standing up.
"I suppose so; lots of party prep for tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah. Lu-uke," Lorelai said in a sing-song voice. Rory turned off the TV.
Luke brushed away her poke in the arm.
"Lu-uke," she said again.
"Hmph," Luke said.
She tried another strategy. "Caesar's burning the toast," she said.
"What? I told him he's not allowed to…" Luke said, sitting up straight.
"Ha ha!" Lorelai said triumphantly. "Up to beddie bye, mister."
"Fine," Luke said with a yawn. He stood up and trudged to the stairwell.
"I'm just gonna take him upstairs," Lorelai explained quickly.
"Wow, you almost did that without blushing," Rory said with a grin.
Lorelai smiled back. "Is this weird?" she asked. "This is weird," she repeated.
"Well, yeah, it's weird, but, I mean, don't you think it's a good weird?"
Lorelai thought about it. "I guess. It's only gonna be good weird if I get my own bathroom," she amended.
Rory rolled her eyes. "Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, sweets," Lorelai said, giving Rory a kiss on the cheek.
"Goodnight Logan," she said, leaning over his sleeping form.
"Night," Logan mumbled, sinking futher into the couch.
"Oh, and Logan can stay the night," Lorelai said to Rory.
"Ok," Rory said, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"I just hope he knows that the couch is all kinds of lumpy," Lorelai said.
"Oh, well, um, he can stay in my room…" Rory said sheepishly.
"Oh!" Lorelai said, trying to cover her surprise. "Of course. Ok, well, um, goodnight," she said, pretending to be cool with it.
Rory's face flushed with embarrassment, but she made a quick recovery. After all, it was her mom's turn to be weirded out!
"Ugh, you're soooo heavy," Lorelai said, halfway pushing Luke up the stairs.
Rory grinned. "Logan," she said. Logan shifted. "Logan," she repeated.
"Hm? I'm awake, I'm awake," Logan said, rubbing his eyes and blinking furiously. Rory just looked at him. "Sorry…how long was I out?" he said.
"I don't know," Rory said.
"Ouch!" Logan exclaimed, rubbing a kink in his neck.
"Long enough for you to get that kink in your neck," she said. "Serves you right. You fell asleep before the dance was even halfway over."
"Come on, Ace, I ate the equivalent of two dinners in a 3 hour period!"
"That's no excuse!" Rory said. "Remind me to tell you about the great thanksgiving of four dinners. Come on," she said, pulling him up off the couch. He followed her into her room and shut the door behind them.
Rory helped Logan pull off his shirt before changing into her pajamas. He kept rubbing his neck and whimpering.
"Oh, fine," Rory said. "Get on the bed."
"Yes ma'am!" Logan said enthusiastically.
"Not like that, you idiot," she said, playfully shoving him. "I'm going to give you a back massage because if you go to sleep with a kink in your neck like that, you'll just feel that much worse when you wake up."
"I didn't know you did massages," Logan said.
"Yeah, well, I'm no Phoebe Buffay, but I can certainly try." Rory said, straddling his back and beginning to rub his shoulders. "Besides, you're my lobster," she said.
Logan gave her a lazy smile. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," Rory said, leaning down to give him a brief kiss. It quickly turned into more, and she broke contact, pushing him down and continuing the massage.
"All done," Rory said, flopping down beside him. "Oh my God, that was great," Logan mumbled into the pillow.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Rory asked with a giggle.
"I said I'm so relaxed, thank you," Logan said. He grinned mischievously. "My turn now."
"No, you just had a turn," Rory said.
"No, I'm going to give you a massage," Logan said with a wicked grin.
Rory smiled and sat up, allowing him to remove her top.
"Is it hot in here?" she said breathlessly.
"Yeah, let's open the window," Logan said.
"No, wait!" Rory said. Logan was already up at the window, and she quickly slid underneath the covers.
"What?" he asked.
"Don't, Babette!" she explained.
"If you're talking about your crazy neighbor, their house doesn't even face this way."
"But…" Rory was embarrassed to continue. "But if they hear any unusual noises, she might come looking."
"You planning on making unusual noises?" Logan said, eyebrows raised. Rory just gave him a dirty look.
"Well we'll just have to be quiet," Logan said.
"Logan, come on," Rory complained.
"What, are you scared, Ace?"
"You bet I'm scared! If they see us, Morey will write a song about it and Babette will name a cat after the song."
"Come on, live dangerously, Ace," Logan said seductively. His tone changed to playfulness. "Besides, it's hardly voyeuristic if there's no one to voyeur."
"Well, you do have a point," Rory admitted.
"Besides," Logan said, sliding the window open, "isn't the prospect of getting caught a little exciting?"
Rory's breath quickened. "You know what, it is a nice night," Rory said, boldly getting out from under the covers. She was suddenly lit up in moonlight. "And it's mighty hot in here…the breeze will do us some good."
Logan chuckled softly. "You do me some good, Ace," he said, kneeling on the bed in full view of the window. She climbed over to meet him.
"Man, where are we going? I don't think I can walk anymore," Kyle complained.
"Just a little bit further," Dean slurred.
"Dude, I need to either sit down or puke," one of the guys said.
"Shh!" Dean said. "We're really close, look, we're already in her backyard."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Kyle said. He was the most sober one there.
"Come on, guys. I gotta see her, I love her! I gotta tell her I love her," Dean said.
"Don't wake her up," someone whined.
"Shut up," Dean said, determinedly walking through the bushes.
"Do you hear something?" Logan asked Rory in a whisper.
"What, are you messing with me? Or chickening out?" Rory said. "I thought you were so daring," she goaded.
"Oh, you want daring?" Logan said dangerously. He leaned away from her and sat straight up, pulling her with him.
"Logan!" she gasped. His smirk changed to a face of pleasure as she positioned her legs to kneel on either side of him and sank down.
"Oh God," he moaned.
"Shh!" she giggled. She stopped giggling when he began to move her up and down. She was completely focused on Logan until she saw something in her peripheral vision. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Logan said, straining to concentrate on her words.
"Oh shit!" they heard from the bushes.
"That!" Rory said worriedly.
Outside, the whole gang of guys watched as Rory's entire moving torso was visible through the window. They started to simultaneously catcall and shush each other.
"Look at her-"
"I see them!"
Dean froze in his spot. "No," he said quietly to himself.
"Yeah, baby!" Kyle said.
"No!" Dean said, louder.
Rory suddenly looked out the window in mortification. "Oh my God," she said, making eye contact with Dean. She grabbed a sheet.
Dean locked gazes with Logan. Dean had a murderous glint in his eye, which Logan returned.
Kyle and the guys were laughing until Kyle pulled on Dean's arm. "Come on, man, let's get out of here."
Dean was rooted to the spot until three guys started pulling. "Let's go."
Inside, Logan lay back down on the bed. Rory was silent and shaking, and he gathered her into his arms.
"Well…that was…" Logan said.
"Not good," Rory finished.
"Well, other than the obvious, why's that?" Logan said.
"Because… it's just…" Rory said, at a loss for words.
"So porn star of you?" Logan offered with a smirk.
"Logan! I am not that girl. I mean, I'm not the girl who has sex in front of windows with guys."
"So, are you telling me you're the girl that has sex in front of windows with girls?"
"No, of course not."
"Well, that's good to know."
There was another awkward silence.
Logan was the first to speak again. "You don't think they'll tell…"
"No, of course not," Rory said. "I mean, I don't think they would… and besides, they were drunk, I mean, it's not like they'll really remember this in the morning, will they?"
"Probably not," Logan reassured her. She settled back into his arms.
"They won't remember a thing in the morning."
Dum dum dum! Wow. Ok, so, next chaper is DEFINITELY the party, and Gilmore-isms will be posted before midnight tonight for this chapter. As always, review please!
