Chapter 12
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AN: Hey! So, I've already started on the next chapter and I really hope you guys like this one. This is the Wednesday chapter and the next one will be dinner with Lorelai and Chris…yikes. Enjoy!
Rory rushed out of the newsroom and headed down the hallway to her locker. She unlocked it with one hand, or at least tried to, while balancing her textbooks in the other. One book started slipping off the pile, pulling her attention from the locker. She fixed the books just in time and went back to the task at hand.
"Need some help with that Mary?" She looked up and found Tristan leaning against the locker next to her own. "Honestly, you know before you drop something."
"I'd rather eat shit," she deadpanned, snapping the locker open and setting her books down inside.
"Well that was harsh," he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Aren't you preceptive," she said, slamming the metal door.
"That's rather rude Mary," he said.
"This coming from the guy who forced himself on me at my birthday party. When was it? A week and half ago?" she said, fixing the strap of her messenger bag and putting her hands on her hips.
"About that…" he started.
"I don't want to hear it Tristan," she said.
"Come on Mary," he said.
"No," she said. "We both know what you would have done if Logan hadn't stopped you so I don't want to hear it."
"I was drunk, I wasn't thinking straight," he defended.
"That's not an excuse," she said. "It's good that you regret it, you should. But I won't stand here so you can defend yourself. You screwed up, deal with it."
"I do regret it," he said.
"Like I said, good," she said. "Now I have somewhere to be."
"Oh yeah? Hot date?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yeah," she said with a smirk. Unbelievably hot.
"Who with?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and confusion. "Farmer boy? I hate to break it to you but he's not hot. James Dean was a step up but I heard he skipped town."
"Shut up Tristan," she said.
"So, it is farmer boy?" he asked, apparently convinced now.
"Not that's any of your business but no it's not," she said.
"I don't believe you," he said.
"I don't care," she shrugged. Before Tristan could answer a high-pitched shriek was heard by the back hall. They both turned to look, only to find Paris, Maddie, Louise, and Summer with a couple of her 'extras' practically running down the hall to the window.
"Is it true?!" Summer asked, trying to get a good look out the window.
"Oh my God! It is, it is! He's right there!" Maddie squealed.
"What the hell are they talking about?" Rory asked Tristan who had still yet to leave.
"Beats me," he said.
"Paris? What's this about?" Rory asked her.
"Shut up new girl!" Summer shouted.
"Some guy," Pars said, rolling her eyes. "I don't get the obsession."
"He's not just some guy!" Louise huffed.
"He's wealthy and hot and from what I hear incredible in bed!" Summer boasted. "And boy what I wouldn't do to get him in mine."
"What do you think he's doing here?" Maddie asked.
"Isn't that his business," Rory said, leaning against the locker wall.
"I said shut up! Why do you care anyway?" Summer asked.
"Well from the way you brag about him he seems rather interesting," Rory said.
"Ugh, not to you," she said disgusted.
"Maybe he's here to see a girl," Louise suggested.
"Maybe he's here to donate money for daddy," Paris said.
"Who the hell is he?" Tristan asked, not liking this loss of female attention to some stranger.
"Oh don't worry about your manhood, he goes to Yale," Paris snapped.
"I wasn't," he started.
"Shut up! Everyone shut up!" Summer whined.
"He's so perfect," Maddie swooned, staring out the window in a trance.
"That hair," Louise said.
"Those lips," Summer added.
"He's got a nice ass too," Paris admitted.
"Even Geller agrees!" Maddie said.
"This is ridiculous," Tristan said, walking through the group to get a good look.
"Hey," Summer griped. She looked back to the window only to find he was gone. "Where is he?!"
"I can't see," Maddie whined.
"You lost him?!" Louise asked.
"What if he left? What if I never see him again and I spend the rest of my life alone?" Summer said.
"Guys hush I'm looking," Paris said. "He couldn't have gone far."
"How do you know that?" Summer asked pathetically.
"His car is still here genius," Paris snapped.
"That's right, it is!" she said. "What if I go outside and lean against it?"
"Why on earth would anyone like that?"
"It's hot Paris! Not that you would know!"
"You know I am sleeping with Jamie, I college guy," Paris reminded her.
"Aw that's right you are," she said, disappointed. "Well this is my college guy to snag."
"I hear he's never dated a high school girl, ever," Maddie said.
"Because most of them aren't mature enough, I am," Louise said.
"You are?!" Summer asked skeptically. "I'm the one he's going to ask out."
"Why?" Paris asked.
"Hello! Look at me!"
"Well look at me!" Louise said.
"I am," Summer said. "That's what I'm basing this on."
"Hey guys," Tristan said, nudging summer.
"What?!" she snapped.
"I don't think he'll be asking any of you out."
"Don't be stupid Tristan. Why the hell not?" Summer said, rolling her eyes.
"Because I found him," he said.
"What? Where?" she gasped, looking out the window again. When he didn't answer she tore her gaze from the window to glare at him. "Where Tristan?!"
He nodded his head in the direction of the hallway where Logan Huntzberger was walking towards them. His dark jeans and black T-shirt that fit him perfectly, the outline of his 6 pack just barely visible, along with his black leather jacket.
"Wow he's hot," Summer said.
"Hot doesn't begin to cover it," Maddie said.
"He's coming over here, oh my god he's coming over here," Louise said, freaking out.
"How does my hair look? Is my lipstick ok?" Summer asked frantically.
"The lipstick looks fine, but he does prefer pink over red," Rory interjected.
"How the hell would you know?" Summer asked, glaring at her. "Have you ever even kissed a guy?"
"Well, actually Logan-," Rory started.
"Shut up I don't care, he's coming!"
"What should I say?" Louise panicked.
"Who cares," Tristan said, rolling his eyes.
"I care!" Maddie said.
"Hey," Summer said flirtatiously, strutting forward to meet him on his way.
"Hi," he said, confused, shooting a look over her shoulder to Rory.
"I'm Summer," she said, twirling her hair.
"Logan," he said stiffly.
"I know," she giggled.
"Right," he said. "Sorry do I know you?"
"Not yet," she said suggestively. "So, your father is Mitchum Huntzberger right?"
"Unfortunately," he said at almost the same time as Rory, causing Summer to do a double take over her shoulder before refocusing on Logan. "Why?"
"Just wondering, what's so bad about him?" she asked, feigning sympathy.
"None of your business really," he said.
"Oh ok. So… you go to Yale?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Yeah, he does," Rory said, walking up to them. "Do you mind?"
"Mind what? We're getting to know each other," Summer griped.
"Somebody should tell Logan that because from where I'm standing he doesn't seem too interested," Rory said.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Sumer snapped.
"Come here Ace," he laughed, pulling Rory to him by her hips before she slapped summer clear across the face. She cupped his face with both hands and kissed him. Logan dipped her down slightly and kissed her roughly. She giggled as he back her against the wall of lockers. His one hand stayed on her hip, trapping her between his body and the locker, while his other one slid up and wrapped in her soft wavy hair. Rory trialed her hands down his chest to slip her fingers through his belt loop, keeping his hips pressed against her own. He groaned into her mouth as she bit down on his lip the way he liked.
"You were totally wrong," he mumbled, kissing her repeatedly.
"About?" she asked, out of breath and still kissing him.
"The uniform," he said, placing one last kissing on her lips. "You look smoking hot."
"You're too slick for your own good Huntzberger," she teased him, resting a hand on his chest. He laughed and leaned down again to capture her lips.
"What's happening?" Paris asked at almost a whisper.
"I don't but I don't like it," Maddie pouted.
"That is Hayden, right?" Louise asked.
"It's Hayden," Paris confirmed.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Summer shrieked so loud the whole group flinched and the couple nearly sprang apart.
"Ow, you bit my lip," Rory said, running her tongue over the mark.
"Sorry Ace," he said, chuckling at her adorable expression. "You want to introduce me to your friends?"
"Sure," she said, putting all her weight on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist from the back. "Logan Huntzberger, this is Paris Geller."
"And the rest of them…?" he asked, his eyebrow raised and smirk on his lips.
"Are not my friends," she replied cheekily.
"Ah," he said, kissing her cheek. "That explains the shocked and rather pissed off reactions we've got here."
"What have we got here?" Summer asked desperately.
"I don't know," Logan sighed. "What would you call it Ace?"
"Jealousy," she guessed.
"You always were brilliant," he teased.
"I guess that's why you fell for me," she said.
"Part of it," he said.
"Yeah what's the other part?" she asked.
"You're hot," he deadpanned.
"Oh gee stop already, I'm getting weak at the knees," she said feigning swooning.
"You want to see weak at the knees?" he challenged her.
"Bring it on Huntz," she said.
"Careful what you wish for Ace," he said.
"I know exactly what I wished for," she said, biting her bottom lip.
"This is disgusting," Summer grumbled.
"They're kind of cute," Maddie said.
"Shut up Maddie!" Summer snapped.
"Are you two done? We have some questions," Tristan asked impatiently.
"You a gambler Tristan?" Logan asked, not taking his eyes off Rory for a second.
"Depends," he said, shrugging. He looked at the rest of the group who was just us confused as he was at this line of questioning. "Why?"
"Cause you're taking a pretty big gamble that I won't break your nose this time," Logan said, looking at him with a stone-cold glare.
"This time?" Paris asked.
"Nothing," Logan waved off, turning his gaze back to Rory.
"Would someone mind explaining this to me?" Summer huffed.
"Hayden is screwing Huntzberger," Paris deadpanned.
"He's my boyfriend," Rory said, rolling her eyes.
"Like I said, Hayden is screwing Huntzberger," Paris said again.
"Yeah thanks Paris," Logan said.
"Tell me I'm wrong," she said, crossing her arms. She was answered by silence as the two exchanged a knowing look. "I rest my case."
"I'm not buying it," Louise commented.
"And how do you suggest we prove it to you?" Rory asked sarcastically.
"I don't know," Louise shrugged.
"I was kidding," Rory said, raising an eyebrow.
"And on that note, I think it's time we get out of here Ace," Logan said, kissing her shoulder and then her neck.
"Yeah, we should," she said, kissing his lips.
"We need to beat your parent's home so I can have my wicked way with you first," he teased, making her laugh as she turned around in his arms. "Come on."
"Bye Paris," Rory called as Logan pulled her down the hallway.
"Bye Logan!" Summer yelled, waving at him. Logan leaned in and kissed Rory one more time before moving to her side and tucking her under his arm. She rested her head on his shoulder on their way out.
"That girl is relentless," Logan said, pushing open the door and led her out.
"You don't know the half of it," Rory said. "And, how do I put this nicely… she's a slut."
"You know I kind of got that vibe," he laughed.
"Yeah? What tipped you off?" she teased. "The openly flirting with someone's boyfriend or the clothes?"
"A little of both really," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"Woah," she said, stopping in her tracks. "That is not your car."
"Yeah it is," he said, smirking.
"Um Logan your car is black," she said.
"My Porsche is black," he corrected.
"And this is…?"
"My red Ferrari 560 America," he said, following her as she walked around the front to inspect the roofless sports car.
"Oh my God," she said. "Ok I don't know much about cars but these are like over $2 million."
"It was," he said, taking her back pack and setting it in the back. He came back to her and she walked into his arms.
"When did you get this?" she asked.
"Oh about 4 months ago."
"You're absolutely crazy," she said.
"Crazy for you," he said with a smirk as he leaned in to kiss her. Rory couldn't even respond with a sarcastic comment as his lips were attacking hers so passionately. She kissed him back, rather roughly and ran her hands over his muscular back and biceps. A moan slipped from her lips when he pulled her tighter against him and their hips collided, allowing her to feel his 'excitement' on her thigh. Logan turned her around and started moving them backwards. No sooner did she feel her legs hit the metal did Logan lift her up onto the hood of his car. He stood between her legs, his hands roaming and his lips still moving vigorously with hers.
Rory was never, ever, the type for obvious PDA like this. Never. But she simply had no control with Logan. He was intoxicating, everything about him from his scent to his near perfect physical appearance. She would never get enough of him, never experience a moment when she didn't crave his touch and his kisses, or to hear his voice and his laugh. She couldn't help but smile against his lips as she felt the back of his hand right hand trace her breasts and continued down her waist.
"If you keep smiling like that I'll be kissing your teeth," he laughed, resting his forehead against hers.
"I can't help it," she said, her grin brightening.
"I don't want you to," he said. "I love your smile."
"You're too sweet Huntzberger," she said, running her hands through his hair and cupping his face before kissing him softly. He responded in the same manner, keeping the kiss light and playful. "So, are you ready for tonight?"
"Boy do you know how to kill a mood," he teased.
"Come on," she laughed, pulling him a little closer by his shoulders.
"Don't worry about it Ace, I'll be fine," he said, knowing she was nervous about tonight's dinner.
"You promise?" she asked, biting her lip.
"I promise baby," he said, pulling her lip with his thumb and kissing her.
"I just hope they don't freak out," she said.
"Well what do they know about me?"
"That you're my boyfriend and your name is Logan," she said.
"That's it?" he asked, curiously.
"Yeah, why?" she asked.
"I'm just wondering if tonight is the best time to have the whole, 'My boyfriend is in college and his last name is Huntzberger' conversation," he said.
"I know," she whined, resting her forehead on his chest. "I just couldn't tell them. I tried so many times but I chickened out."
"Ok," he said, kissing her hair. "So, we tell them tonight, it's not that big of a deal. It just might make for more tension."
"Well they know Logan Huntzberger through Elle and she only has good things to say about you, that has to count for something," Rory said.
"Well for your mom at least," he said. "Your dad isn't going to like me either way."
"Why do you think that?" she asked. He gave her a pointed look and she caved. "Ok so your right, he won't like you either way, but why do you think that?"
"Because he's your dad and I'm your boyfriend," he laughed. "That's how life works. He won't actually like me until we…" he trailed off, hoping she wouldn't notice what he was about to say. "He's not supposed to like me."
"Until we what?" she asked, her eyebrow raised. So much for not noticing.
"Nothing," he shrugged.
"Logan," she warned.
"Until we…" he started.
"Just spit it out babe," she laughed.
"Until we make a more serious commitment," he hinted. She looked at him for a second before realization crossed her features.
"Got it," she said, blushing faintly. Logan kissed her before she could dwell on his words too long.
"So how long do we have until dinner?" he asked.
"Well," she said, holding his hand in hers and taking a peek at his watch. "It's 4:00 now and my parents will be home at 6:00. We're having take-out Italian in case you were wondering, I just found you and I'd rather not have you die so soon by eating anything my mother has cooked."
"I appreciate it," he laughed, kissing her again. "Since we have about 2 hours, what do you say we head back to your house and… you know."
"Have your wicked way with me?" she teased.
"Exactly," he said, kissing her and taking hold of her hips to lift her off the car. "Alright let's go." Logan opened the car door for her to get in, tapping her ass before she sat down. She giggled as he walked around to the driver's side and got in next to her. He rested his hand on her thigh, riding her skirt up slightly to caress her skin.
Rory buckled her seat belt and when she looked up her eyes met his. He had this look, one she recognized well, one of desire and lust. She felt his hand move further up her skirt, stopping only when she placed her own hand on his. She leaned over to kiss him, teasingly, several times. "Down boy," she whispered. "Patience is a virtue."
"Patience is a virtue I don't have," he said huskily, kissing the spot on her neck where it joins her shoulder. "I just have one request before I stop this and start driving."
"Shoot," she said, breathily, letting him know his ministrations were having an effect on her.
"That you keep this on," he said against her skin. "Until I rip it off that is."
"Can do Huntzberger, but the more time we waste here, the less time we have for you to enjoy a parent free household," she said.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going," he groaned. She laughed and gave his hand a squeeze as he pulled out of the parking lot.
An hour and half later Rory sat on her desk, now bare naked save for the navy-blue heels she had worn to school. She panted heavily in anticipation as Logan trailed kisses from her left ankle up to the inside of her thigh. He circled his tongue around the lips of her center, sending her hands to the edge of the desk where she gripped the wood tightly. "Logan… please." She had been moaning like this for the last agonizing 20 minutes, begging him to give her a release. He had been teasing her since his own orgasm had subsided and he turned his focus to her pleasure.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you, 'patience is a virtue'," he said, smirking. She could feel that damn smirk against her skin.
"Smart ass," she mumbled, biting down on her lip when he forced her thighs further apart. Her eyes closed and her back arched high above the desk at the feeling of his mouth finally giving her the pleasure she had begged for. "Oh god!"
Logan slipped his hands under her ass, pulling her closer to him and forcing his tongue further into her. "Fuck Logan!" She moaned and panted incessantly, not able to stay quiet even if she wanted to. After watching him come at her hands, and mouth, as well as the thorough job he had done on her breasts beforehand, she was on the brink of an orgasm before his mouth had even touched her.
When he took her clit between his teeth she almost jumped off the desk. "Oh…God…Logan!" He sucked and nipped at it, simultaneously using his thumb to keep up stimulation on her center. She heard him groan into her as she slid her hands though his hair and gripped the tendrils tightly to spur him on. This in turn had her pulling him harder against her, increasing her pleasure and his.
"God, you taste incredible Ace," he moaned, now placing several open-mouthed kisses on her.
"Logan I'm so close, please!" she begged him to continue. Now done teasing her, and instead determined to make her scream, well even more that is, he plunged his tongue back in and worked his lips vigorously. He knew she was close, she didn't have to tell him that. She had been so wet when he started, her panties were practically dripping. And what sexy panties they were too. He had been shocked to find that upon stripping her out of that hot as hell uniform, she was wearing even hotter lingerie underneath it. The dark red lace bra and tanga were now on the floor but he had enjoyed them for the couple of seconds he left the set on her. According to Rory there were also garters to match which he may get to see another day.
They didn't really discuss it too much seeing as he had her naked on the desk minutes after that. Now he had panting and begging and he had lost count of how many times she had moaned his name usually followed by the words, 'Oh God'.
"God Logan!" And there she goes again, moaning as soon as he bit down on her clit again. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her chest thrusted forward, and her walls clamped down on his mouth; all sure as hell signs that her orgasm was seconds away. He could tell she seemed to be resisting it though, not wanting her pleasure to end.
"Let go baby," he told her. "I promise there will be plenty more of this tonight and this weekend. You just have to be a little less vocal tonight," he added.
She bit down on her lip and clutched his hair tighter as she gave into her pleasure and his words. Her walls convulsed around him and her body writhed in his arms. "Oh Logan…I…I," she couldn't slow down her heavy breathing for anything as she came.
Logan stood up as she rode out her high and kissed her roughly on the lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He stood between her legs, bending over her on the desk to kiss her over and over. He was lost in her, nothing could take his focus off this amazing woman in his arms, that was until he heard the front door open and close. He broke their kiss and Rory gave him a weird look, still out of it from her blinding orgasm.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Shh," he said, listening close. He definitely heard voices, maybe even the sound of a chair moving on the floor. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" she asked, pulling him back down for another kiss.
"I think your parents are home early," he said nervously.
"What?" she asked, just as worried as him now. If her parents found him in her room or had any inkling of what they had done there's no way they would approve of him.
"I heard the front door and now I hear voices," he said.
"Fuck," she swore.
"Come on get dressed," he said, helping her sit up and picking her up off the desk. He let go of her and quickly grabbed her again when she almost fell. "Ok I'm not that good." He laughed as he held her up against him.
"Don't sell yourself short," she teased, straightening herself out.
"You ok?" he asked, smirking down at her. She was still clutching his biceps and if it weren't for his tight hold on her waist she would have fallen on her ass.
"Uh I will be in a second," she said, leaning against him.
"Maybe I am that good," he said, kissing her.
"Excuse me? You're the one who made me keep the heels on. It's no wonder I can't stand," she said.
"Yeah, but you look so damn sexy in them," he said, kissing her shoulder.
"Mm," she sighed and her eyes fluttered closed. As much as she knew they needed to hurry and go downstairs, she couldn't resist him.
"Especially with your leg hooked over my shoulder like that," he said huskily against her neck.
"Logan," she mumbled. "We can't... we have to stop..."
"Do you really want that?" he asked. "I mean you don't scream 'Fuck Logan!' for nothing."
"You're such a cocky ass," she mused.
"I'm your cocky ass," he pointed out. He laughed when she slid her hands down and squeezed his ass playfully. He returned his head in the crook of her neck and kissed that spot over and over.
"Come on Casanova, we really do have to get dressed," she giggled.
"To meet your parents," he sighed.
"To meet my parents," she said. "I'll hold your hand."
"Can you?" he asked timidly. She leaned in and kissed him sweetly.
"It'll be fine I promise," she said. "Well at least I hope it will."