Chapter 11

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AN: Wow! Finally! Oh my god I'm so sorry guys! I really wanted to have some kind of transition chapter before the meet the parents chapter and it just took way to long. Thank you so much to everyone who's been reviewing the last couple weeks, asking me to update. You guys are the reason I got this done, thank you! Now please enjoy this very fluffy, fillery chapter! (sorry about typos, I wanted to get this up ASAP)

"So, you really aren't going to tell me where we're going?" Rory asked. After they got out of the bath they had dried off and donned pajamas. They then made their way down stairs where they found Elle had left. Logan made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner which they were now eating in the living room. Logan sat on the couch with Rory in his lap, dressed in his sweatshirt and sweatpants, with Gone with the Wind on in the background.

"Not a chance," he said, taking a bite of his meatball. "That would ruin the surprise."

"This is one of those couple things, isn't it?" she asked.

"What?" he asked.

"You know, I hate surprises but you liked them so I have to live with it," she said.

"Hm, I guess. How do you not like surprises?" he asked.

"I just hate waiting," she said. "I'm incredibly impatient."

"Oh that I know," he laughed, kissing her cheek.

"Hey!" she admonished, slapping his bicep.

"You said it," he defended.

"That's beside the point. I'm your girlfriend, you're not supposed to agree with things like that," she said.

"I thought you were always right," he said, setting his plate on the table and pulling her closer. "I'm not supposed to disagree with you."

"Only about certain things," she corrected.

"How should I know that?" he laughed.

"You'll learn," she teased, putting her own empty plate down as well.

"Will I?" he asked as she cuddled up to him.

"All in good time babe," she said, nuzzling his neck.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her to his chest, laying his cheek on her now dry, soft hair. Sighing, he closed his eyes and felt her curl herself up in his arms. "Do we really have to go?" she asked softly.

"No, not if you don't want to. We can always reschedule," he said.

"Cause I'm really tired. And really comfy," she said. "But I was kind of looking forward to our first real date."

"So, you do want to go?"

"No, yes, maybe. I don't know," she said.

"Yes, those are your answer choices," he laughed.

"I also hate waiting," she added. "Could we really do it tomorrow instead?"

"We can," he assured her, holding her tighter as her mind seemed made up.

"What time do you have to leave?" she yawned.

"Not until around 5 tomorrow night, I promise I'm here for most of the day," he said.

"Good, I don't want you to leave," she said.

"Mm, I don't want to leave either. I'll have to eventually but then I'll be back Wednesday afternoon," he reminded her.

"Are you sure you want to pick me up from school?" she asked.

"Yeah of course, why not?"

"I don't know, I just…"

"What?"

"People are going to talk."

"About what? About us?" he asked.

"Yeah. And usually I try to stay off the radar, you know out of the spotlight," she said.

"And you don't want the rumor mill churning out gossip about you, or me, or us?"

"Exactly," she said.

"Well I think as long as there's no doubt about why I'm there we won't have a problem," he said.

"Promise?"

"I'll do you one better," he said, kissing her hair and holding up his pinky to entwine with his own.

"You must mean business," she laughed.

"Oh yeah, I'm completely serious about this, no other way to seal the deal," he nodded.

"There are other ways Mr. Huntzberger," she said, kissing him teasingly.

"Are there Ms. Gilmore?" he asked, sliding his hands up his sweatshirt covering her chest.

"There is," she said, kissing him before reaching for his hands. She entwined their fingers and pulled both their hands out of her shirt. "And I kind of want to talk to you about that."

"Ok…" he said, kissing both her hands before laying them in her lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist again and held her.

"Um, well this is kind of weird because we've literally only been dating for a week," she said, chuckling nervously. "But we need to talk about it."

"Talk about what Ace?" he asked softly.

"Sex," she said, biting her lip. "Having it. Together."

"Together? Really?" he teased her.

"Shut up," she laughed.

"So, what do you want to talk about? Concerning sex and us having it together," he said. He knew that when they did talk about this, seriously, she would be nervous. Actually, he thought he would be the one initiating the conversation. It seemed to him that Rory was a little more ready for this then he thought. She was quite active in the bedroom though, always willing to take it further and try new things.

That was another thing to look forward to, experimenting and trying new things with Rory. He had a string of one-night stands, never committing, never getting to know anyone long enough than for a quick fuck. But with Rory… well he and Rory would have quite a bit of fun trying out some new stuff.

"Well we've done… other stuff," she started. "And I'm already more comfortable with you than I've been with anyone. I guess I mean, I'll be ready pretty soon."

"Yeah?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Yeah," she said softly.

"I know you said you haven't done anything beyond making out with anyone except me, so I know that even what we're doing now is a big step. I'm not going to push you to be ready, not at all, that's completely up to you."

"You are the first guy I went further with but that's because I trust you, more than I've trusted anyone."

"You didn't trust your ex boyfriend's?"

"Well, I mean I trusted Dean, but I think our relationship was too innocent, too new. And with Jess I just didn't think he would stop if I asked him to. I didn't trust him as much as I wanted to. With you," she sighed, smiling. "I feel safe and I feel ready. I'm not looking for reasons to push you away, I'm looking for reasons to keep going. I don't ever want to stop so that reason is getting harder to find."

"Well I love that you feel safe with me and whenever you're ready you know I want you, you know I'll be more than happy when we finally get there," he said, caressing her hair as she laid it on his chest. "And It'll be special."

"Special?" she asked.

"Of course," he said. "Your first time? Our first time together? It's definitely going to be special Ace. I'm going do everything I can to make it so."

"You don't have to do anything. I just need it to be with you, that'll it make it more than special," she said, aiming a kiss up at him which landed on his jaw. He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth before capturing her lips in his. He cupped her face with his free hand, his other one resting on her hip, rubbing small circles in her soft skin.

"I am going to do something," he said. "I don't care if you don't think you need it, you deserve it."

"Define 'something'?" she asked, kissing his cheek.

"I don't really know yet. Definitely dinner and dessert, something I know you love. Then a hotel, a nice one, or maybe I'll take you somewhere tropical for a week. I want us to be alone, we shouldn't have to worry about being too loud," he said, nipping at her ear. "Then once we get back to our room, or our beach house or cabin, depending on what I've chosen, we'll take a bath. Candles, chocolate, rose petals, champagne, the whole nine yards."

"That sounds like a lot more than just 'something' babe," she said.

"Well that's my definition," he said, smirking. "But you didn't let me finish."

"Oh well by all means continue," she laughed.

"Once we've taken our bath," he started. "We'll stay hold up in our bedroom for days wearing nothing but the sheets."

"Hm, that sounds nice," she said, laying her head on his chest again.

"It will be," he promised.

"You know I'd be perfectly happy in your dorm, right?" she asked, nuzzling his neck. "Just some coffee and lots of condoms."

"Well that is the important part," he laughed, hugging her closer. "But I will not budge on this."

"I didn't think so," she said.

"Look, my real point here is that when you're ready, you let me know. We'll take everything at your pace and I won't push you to do anything too soon," he said.

"I know and my real point here is that I'll be ready sooner than you think," she said.

"Good, I'm glad we got that settled, and I'm glad you told me," he said.

"Just want you to have all the facts," she said.

"And I have them," he said, kissing her forehead. "It's good that you're comfortable enough to talk to me about it, that enough shows me that you will be ready soon." She leaned up and kissed him, placing her hand on his face. He broke the kiss and she ran her thumb over his bottom lip lightly before kissing him again. She bit down lightly, eliciting a low moan from Logan who then stood up, holding her in a bridal carry. She laughed against him the whole way up the stairs and into her bedroom.

"That has got to be the best sound on the planet," he said, grinning down at her as he kicked the door closed behind them.

"What is?" she asked, giggling softly as he tossed her down on the bed.

"That beautiful laugh of yours," he said, crawling up the bed to hover over her.

"Aww," she swooned, cupping his face as he kissed her. She made quick work of getting rid of his sweat shirt before she ran her hands over his shoulders and down his biceps to his hands where she entwined his finger with her own. They rested their hands together above Rory's head on the mattress. Logan laid flush on top of her, pressing several open mouth kisses on her lips, then her nose, cheeks, and forehead. He nipped at her ear lobe, making her moan and crane her neck back for him to continue his trail of kisses down further.

He came upon the fading hickey she had been sporting all week, one he had left there just last Saturday. After sucking and nipping around the light mark, he had returned it to the obvious love bite it had originally been. "Seriously?" she asked, feeling his lips on the spot she had been covering with concealer all week.

"Yep," he laughed. "How else will other guys know you're taken?"

"Oh aren't we feeling possessive," she teased.

"Can you blame me?" he said, moving his kisses down to the top of her breasts.

"A little bit," she said.

"I am excited for Wednesday," he said, pulling his sweat shirt down her body to expose her right breast.

"Are you now?" she said, gasping as he sucked on her nipple.

"Mhm," he hummed.

"And why is that?" she sighed, biting her lip.

"I am very much looking forward to seeing you in that uniform," he said, licking and laving her chest.

"You do know it's very much up to regulation? If you're looking for catholic school girl, you have the wrong person. Most other girls have altered skirts, check out them instead," she said. He stopped and took one look up at her before biting down on her nipple, not hard but enough to leave a mark and have her arching her back. "Or not," she panted.

"Good answer," he said. "If I had any interest in anyone else, which will never happen, I wouldn't be doing this to you."

"Doing what?" she asked as he had stopped his oral assault of her chest.

He leaned down and kissed her, hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth to work against hers. She was so absorbed in the kiss, in his teeth and tongue in her mouth, in his lips working with her own. He tasted like scotch and peppermint, just like Logan. Unfortunately for her she was too absorbed in his lips and not completely aware of what his hands were doing. He slid the sweatpants down her hips, leaving her naked from the waist down, something he didn't know he would find. He could have sworn she had put on panties, but the thought of her wearing nothing except his clothes for the last 3 hours had him so hard his erection was pressing against her stomach.

"This," he growled, plunging two fingers into her center. He loved having her like this, underneath him while her orgasm built up.

"Oh my…" she trailed off, panting as he hooked his fingers to the side, pressing them right into her G-spot. "Logan, oh my god!"

"You like that huh?" he asked as returned his mouth to her breasts. This time he slid the sweatshirt up and off instead of down so her whole chest was exposed. He made sure it got to the floor along with the one he had been wearing.

"Like is- oh," she gasped mid-sentence when Logan added a third finger to the mix, something he had never done before. "Like is an understatement."

"Clearly," he said, listening to her pants and moans. "My god Ace you are so tight."

"Yeah that's common in virgins," she said, rolling her eyes.

"You're hilarious," he deadpanned, pushing his fingers in further. She gasped, yet again, at the new position. "Well that shut you up." He smirked as he sucked on each of her nipples intermittently. While he worked his way back up her shoulders and neck, she ran her hands through his hair yet again.

Logan pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, sending her hands down to the bed to grip the sheets. She bit down on her lip as she continued to writhe underneath him. "Babe I'm so close," she panted.

"Good, that's the goal," he said, kissing down her stomach and across her hip.

"You're hilarious," she deadpanned, mocking his earlier statement. He increased the speed of his fingers when she started thrusting her hips into his hand. "Logan! Holy fuck Logan!" Her eyes rolled back in her head and she held the sheets tighter as the intense orgasm tore through her. Logan slowed his movements, allowing her to come down off her high.

Rory collapsed on the mattress, her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and a small smile on her face. Logan slipped his finger out of her and moved up the bed to lay on top of her again. He rested his elbows by her head and ran his hands through her silky hair before kissing her softly. She responded for a moment, kissing him back with the same feather light kisses. Her eyes fluttered open to find his warm brown eyes hovering above her.

He kept his hands where they were, twirling strands of her hair in his fingers and laid his head in the crook of her neck. Rory hugged him close, rested her hands on his muscular back and scratching it lightly knowing how much he likes that. She felt him sigh and place wet kisses on her neck and ear. She turned her head slightly to look at him and kiss him. "You know I'm looking forward to Wednesday too?" she asked softly, her voice almost a whisper.

"Yeah? Why is that?" he asked, just as quietly.

"Because I'll get to see you," she said simply.

"I'm here right now," he said.

"Yeah," she said, kissing him. "You haven't even left yet and I already miss you."

"Ace," he sighed, gently moving her head to his chest and kissing her hair. "I know it sucks but it'll get easier."

"No, it won't," she said, smiling against him. She didn't mean to make him feel bad, she just didn't want him to leave. In fact, she didn't ever want him to leave this bed, she wanted to do this all the time.

"Ok it won't," he agreed, his voice muffled by her hair. "It'll get harder to leave you every time I do it. But we'll figure it out. I'm only an hour away Rory if you really need me I will be here. You tell me and I'll be here."

"That goes both ways," she said.

"Then we'll be just fine," he said, kissing her forehead yet again.

"You sound pretty sure of yourself," she teased.

"Well that's because I'm promising you," he said. "I promise Rory we'll be just fine."

"I know, I trust you. We'll be just fine," she said, nuzzling his neck and closing her eyes. She knew tomorrow afternoon he would have to leave and shed be damned if she let a second of that time left go to waste. And it wasn't a big deal, it really wasn't. He's right, there's only an hour between them and he'll be right back here on Wednesday. But she was right too. It was going to get harder, because she was going to keep falling in love with him until it hurt too much for him to leave, even for just a week.