Chapter 16
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AN: So first things first, the Pinterest page is up! I can't insert a link, but if you go to Pinterest and search 'roryandloganhuntz' you should be able to find it and follow it. Also sorry about grammar and spelling mistakes, again lol, I really wanted to get this up. Enjoy!
"Wait for me!" Finn yelled, pulling his arm into the jacket sleeve.
"Finn you had plenty of time to get ready," Steph laughed.
"You think this just happens?" he asked, appalled, gesturing to himself.
"Eh," Rory shrugged.
"Now listen here missy," he started.
"Look what you did," Logan teased, pulling her into his side by the arm he had around her shoulder and kissing her hair.
"Oops," she shrugged. "Maybe you should keep me quiet. I wouldn't want to slip up again."
"You know, I just might," he said as they approached the car.
"Well get on with it," she laughed as he pulled her in front of him and backed her into the passenger side door.
"So demanding today Ms. Hayden," he said, smirking as he leaned in and kissed her thoroughly.
"Yuck," Finn groaned.
"Let's go lover boy, unlock the car," Colin said, walking to the back-seat door.
"You guys need to get a grip. They're happy, let them enjoy it," Steph said.
"Thank you, Steph," Rory said, glaring at Finn.
"But could you unlock the car first, it is kind of cold," Steph asked quickly.
"Yeah," Logan laughed, hitting the key and opening the SUV doors.
"Thank you," she sang, opening her door and climbing in.
"You cold?" he asked Rory.
"Hot," she said, biting her lip. "Very, very hot. You?"
"Burning up," he whispered, kissing her again.
"Happy to hear it," she sighed against his lips. He backed them up to open her door and allow her to slide in. Going around to the driver's side, he got in the car as well and backed out of the spot.
"Hey so, where are we going?" Steph asked.
"This really great brunch café place Logan took me to," Rory told her.
"Oh sounds good, how's their coffee?" Steph asked.
"Even better than Luke's and that's quite a feat," she said.
"Luke's?" she asked.
"Luke's diner in Star's Hollow, great coffee," Rory told her.
"And Ace here will tell anyone who listens just how amazing the coffee is," Logan laughed.
"And the burgers," she said, nodding.
"And the burgers," he agreed, laying his hand on her thigh and giving her a playful squeeze.
"You've had them, aren't they the best?" she asked.
"They are really good," he admitted. "Maybe even the best."
"Maybe," she scoffed.
"A good debater can always see both sides," he said.
"This isn't a debate, I'm right and your wrong. Global Warming, Nuclear War, those are debates. This is a fact, Luke's burgers are the best," she said.
"Well you said that about his coffee until I took you to this café," he said. Met with silence, he glanced over at her to see her face scrunched up in though, biting her bottom lip.
"Well… screw you," she sighed.
"You are screwing me," he smirked.
"He's got you there," Finn said.
"Shut up," Rory said, turning and glaring at him.
"I'm an innocent bystander," he said, raising his hands in innocence.
"Innocent my ass," she grumbled, slouching in her seat.
"So…" Colin interrupted. "Finn what are you dressing as?"
"Ooohhh I had a brilliant idea," he started before Logan and Steph stopped him with a loud, "NO!"
"Oh my god that was the best meal I have ever had," Steph sighed, sitting back in her seat. Two hours later and the five of them had just finished eating. They sat at a table outside, cute whicker love seats on each side, with a chair at the end for Finn. Enjoying the cool weather, they sipped on what Steph had agreed was the best coffee ever and a mimosa for Finn. "And I'm not usually a breakfast person, but damn that was incredible."
"Told you," Rory said, taking the last bite of her and Logan's egg white omelet.
"Why didn't you ever take me here Huntz?" Steph asked him, waving her fork at him.
"I only come here with Honor," he said, taking a strawberry Rory offered him.
"Then explain Miss Priss here," Colin said, his mouth full of waffles as he motioned to Rory.
"Don't call me that," she pouted, snuggling into Logan.
"She doesn't count," he shrugged as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Mm, tastes like strawberry," she sighed, kissing him again.
"And why is that?" Finn prompted impatiently.
"Well for started she's a lot cuter than the rest of you," he said.
"Hey!" Steph said, offended.
"She's my girlfriend," he defended.
"Come on, I'm sure there's someplace you and Colin go that you wouldn't take anyone else to. It's like 'your' place," Rory said.
"No," they answered together.
"Ok well maybe not a restaurant, just a spot," she tried.
"Also no," Colin said.
"You two are just weird," Steph said.
"Or romantic," Logan suggested.
"Or weird mate," Finn nodded.
"Your friends are judgey," Rory told him.
"Our friends are judgey," he corrected.
"They aren't mine when they act like this, they're yours," she said.
"You spend every weekend with me and them," he defended.
"You've known them for 19 years," she shot back.
"Exactly, I'm stuck with them, you chose to hang out with them," he said.
"No, I got stuck with them because of you. So your friends with them and you got me roped into this," she said.
"Actually Elle introduced you to them," he said.
"Oh that's true," she said. "Let's just blame her."
"I like that plan," he said.
"Ok, so if you two are done trying to disown us…" Steph started.
"Costume store!" Finn said excitedly.
"Yes Finn," Colin sighed. "The costume store."
"Finally," he said, downing the rest of his mimosa.
"You're sure this place has the costumes we want?" Rory asked, looking up at Logan.
"Positive," he assured her. "One Superman and one very sexy Lois Lane."
"Mm, you must be thrilled," she teased him, running her hand down his chest and kissing his cheek.
"Quite," he said, kissing her softly and teasingly.
"Ror you want to hit the bathroom before we go?" Steph asked.
"Yeah sure," she said, giving Logan a kiss before sliding out of the seat to follow Steph.
"You are head over heels, aren't you?" Colin laughed once the girls were out of ear shot.
"Maybe," Logan admitted. "You know I just had this conversation with your girlfriend."
"Too bad," Colin said. "It is great though. I mean this is going to sound sappy, but I remember when I started falling in love with Steph and it's really great."
"It is great," Logan agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Just wait until you tell her. I have never been more afraid of anything. But hearing her say it back is the best thing in the world," Colin told him.
"Honestly, I can't wait," Logan said.
"I took Steph and I a few months, but I give you and Rory about two more weeks," Colin joked.
"You're probably right," he laughed. The waitress came over with the check and bypassed Finn when he reached for it. Leaning over the table, she handed it to Logan with a wink and strutted away.
"Looks like someone has an admirer," Finn teased.
"Everywhere we go I swear," Colin said.
"Yeah, lucky me," he said rolling his eyes. Opening it he found the usual check along with an unwanted card with a phone number. Sliding his credit card in he left everything else and placed it on the end of the table.
"What did this one leave?" Finn asked.
"Phone number," Logan said.
"What no picture this time?" Colin asked seriously before he and Finn dissolved into laughter.
"No Colin, no picture," Logan said. "God, one time."
"That one was crazy," Finn said.
"You think?" Colin asked. "Who the hell keeps something like that on hand?"
"Only the hot crazies," Finn said.
"What about hot crazies?" Steph asked.
"You don't want to know," Logan said.
"You really don't," Colin assured her when she gave him a questioning look.
"Ok then," she said, witting back down.
"What did we miss?" Rory asked. "Other than hot crazies, which I hope doesn't apply to us."
"Just the hot," Logan said as he put his arm around her again. Finn cleared his throat as their waitress came back. She picked up the check and looked up to Logan.
"So you'll call me?" she asked flirtatiously.
"Open it up sweetheart," Finn told her. She looked at Logan confused until he motioned with his hand to go ahead. They could all see the shock and then subsequent anger in her expression when she saw the card had been left where she put it.
"Your loss," she snapped, turning on her heel and walking away.
"Oh it's so not," Logan sighed, kissing Rory's forehead.
"What was in there?" Rory asked.
"Her phone number," Colin said. "Handed the check right to your boy here."
"I left the card in there, so she wasn't too happy," Logan explained.
"Well who can blame her," Rory said. "You are hot." She cupped his face and slid her fingers into his hair as she kissed him.
Leaning over to Colin, Fin whispered, "And you want them to say they love each other. They'll be ten times worse."
"What was I thinking?" Colin laughed.
"You were thinking that you like seeing your best friend happy," Steph said.
"Um excuse me love, but I'm his best friend," Finn interjected.
"Ok," she sighed. "One of your best friends."
"Better," he approved, glancing briefly when the waitress came back with Logan's credit card. The scowl on her face hadn't left and she practically threw the check down on the table. Of course Logan didn't really notice that as his still had his tongue in Rory's mouth.
"Hey Huntz," Finn called to him.
"Yeah?" he mumbled.
"She brought the card back, let's go," Finn said. Sighing and pulling away from Rory, he reached for it. Grabbing his card and signing, he then ushered Rory out of the booth.
"Ok let's get out of here before she sees her tip," he joked, although knowing him he probably wasn't joking. No one ignored and disrespected his Ace like that, and so blatantly too. Laughing, they all left the café from the small gate on the patio and headed down the street. Driving there was pointless as it was only a block away, plus finding another parking spot would be a bitch.
With her head on Logan's shoulder and his arm around her waist as they strolled down the cobblestone sidewalk, with their friends in front of them, Rory couldn't remember a time when she had been happier.
"Hey honey?" Rory asked.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Do you think Finn's really going to dress as a drag queen?" she asked worriedly.
"Unfortunately, yes I do," he sighed.
"Mhm, and um Logan?"
"Yes?"
"Are we actually going out in public with him dressed as a drag queen?" she asked.
"Oh no, no we're not. We'll just fool around before we're supposed to leave, and they'll have to go without us. I'm sure we'll find Steph and Colin after they've ditched Rue Paul here," he told her.
"Just checking," she laughed, swinging her arm around his waist and moving closer.
"I'm your boyfriend, I'm supposed to protect you from things like that," he said.
"The sheer embarrassment of being associated with Finn dressed a drag queen?" she asked.
"Precisely," he said.
"How chivalrous," she swooned.
"Yeah, yeah mock all you want but come Halloween you'll be grateful I saved from that," he said.
"I'm sure I will," she agreed.
"And in return," he started.
"In return, what?" she asked.
"I assume you'll be wearing quite the lingerie set underneath that costume," he teased.
"I don't know," she sighed.
"You don't know?" he asked.
"Well after the last time…" she said.
"What? What did I do?"
"What didn't you do?" she laughed. "You tore the panties, ripped the garters, and bit down on my nipple so hard that a couple seems in the bustier popped."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," he said.
"It keeps you from ever seeing it again," she said.
"Fair," he said. "I still want lingerie."
"And I'll think about it," she teased.
"Drag Queen here I come!" Finn walked through the doors of the shop, followed by the rest of the group. They all split up to find their outfits in the different sections.
"Hot damn," Logan whistled as the came upon the Lois Lane outfits. "You are going to look fucking sexy in that Ace."
"Aren't you a lucky boy," she said, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck, resting them on his chest. She kissed him on the cheek and laid her chin on his shoulder. She usually had to stand on her tippy toes to do this, but the heels were making it easier.
"I really am," he laughed, turning his head to kiss her.
"Mm, don't forget it mister," she mumbled against his lips.
"How could I?" he asked. "You constantly remind me."
"Hey," she warned him, slapping his chest. "Alright let's get our stuff."
"Perfect, and then we can take a trip over to La Perla," he told her huskily.
"I said I'd think about it," she whispered.
"Nothing wrong with being prepared," he said.
"Who says I'm not?" she said.
"You got something up your sleeve Hayden?" he asked.
"More like under my dress, but yeah I got something," she said.
"You're killing me," he whined.
"Yeah, you'll live," she said, giving him another kiss before releasing him and heading towards the costumes. The one she was getting come with a white button down which she planned to wear with the top buttons undone. The pencil skirt was black and rather short. It also had glasses and a press badge, and she had black stilettos that would look great with it.
Logan's costume was the classic superman outfit, but the plan was to get a smaller size than he needed and then take the pads out. As Rory had told him repeatedly, he wouldn't really need them, and she wanted to be pressed up against his real muscles.
Since they knew exactly what they wanted, Rory and Logan perused, and made fun of, the other costumes they found while they waited for Colin, Steph, and Finn. Rory was about to turn and ask him if they should check on their friends when he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a dressing room. Pushing her into the wall, his lips were on hers before she could question his motives.
"Jesus Ace, you look sexy as sin," he said, grabbing her hip with one hand and pushing himself closer to her. She ran her hands through his hair and down his broad shoulders. Making her way down to his waist, she grabbed his other hand and tried to pull it out from behind his back.
"Mm, what's this?" she asked, smirking at him.
"I want you to put it on," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck.
"Do you?" she asked. "And I ask again, what is it?"
"You'll see," he said, dropping whatever it was to the ground and using his now free hand to cup her face and move his kisses further south. All she could make out way black material and as much as she wanted to know what this thing was, his actions took precedent, so her eyes flutter closed. With a moan, she was more than happy to tilt her head the way he gently moved it.
"You know what," she said.
"What?" he asked.
"You always have the upper hand," she said.
"And?"
"And I think it's my turn," she said, abruptly stopping him to turn them around and pin his against the wall with her hips. Bending down sexily at her knee, she retrieved the item he had dropped and held it between them. "You want me to try it on?"
"I want to buy it, so I can rip it off you and ravish you once we get back, but I guess trying it on is a step in the right direction," he said.
"And by ravish you mean…?" she started, in a soft sexy whisper.
"Not what you want it to," he said, knowing where she was going.
"Huh, guess you're out of luck," she said, handing it back to him.
"Ace," he tried.
"Logan," she said, crossing her arms.
"You know my thoughts on this," he said.
"Yes," she sighed.
"We've talked about it plenty," he continued.
"Yes," she sighed again.
"So…" he said.
"So… what if I told you I had a sort of compromise," she said.
"Explain," he said, pulling her back to him.
"I know you want to whisk me away somewhere and make everything perfect, but," she said.
"Oh I knew there was a 'but'," he said.
"But," she said. "I think I have something similar, just not so crazy and overboard."
"Alright, what do you have in mind," he said.
"My mom's Inn, the Dragonfly. Thanksgiving break. A whole week, just us in a quaint little Inn with the best room service ever and Apple pie so good I could eat an entire one off of you," she teased.
"Off of me huh?" he laughed.
"I insist really, it's kind of a deal breaker," she said.
"Oh I'm on board with the pie," he said.
"And the rest?" she asked.
"I don't know," he sighed. "What will your mom say? Surely she won't be okay with this."
"She won't know," she said. "We'll make the reservation in different names and she'll never know. She won't even be in town that week."
"Where does she go?" he asked.
"She, Dad, and Grandma and Grandpa Gilmore always spend Thanksgiving with aunt Hope in France," she said. "I used to go, but I haven't since Elle turned 17 and we could stay home on our own. And this year they think we're having dinner at Steph's anyway."
"Alright," he said, nodding.
"Really?" she asked.
"Really," he said, kissing her forehead. "You promise there will be Apple pie?"
"Promise," she giggled, nuzzling his nose with her own before kissing him.
"Apple pie and no plates, right?" he asked, licking her bottom lip.
"Just Pie, whipped cream, and my mouth," she said, granting him the entrance to her mouth he was seeking.
"Mm, whipped cream," he hummed.
"Of course," she said. "Now about this." She took the French Maid outfit from him and held it up to her body. "This might be there too."
"Jesus Christ," he sighed. "You know if you ever want to have sex again after that week, you can't kill me."
"Melodramatic much?" she asked.
"Ace, the pie and the outfit? I'll be dead," he assured her.
"Better work on your stamina then Huntzberger," she said, playing with the buttons on his shirt seductively.
"Oh my stamina is just fine missy," he said.
"Just fine? I don't know if that'll quite suit my needs," she said, shaking her head. Taking the reins back, he turned them around and pushed her into the wall once more, which unfortunately sent the outfit back to the floor. He took her hands, and held her wrists together, pinning them to the wall above her head, she did say she liked it.
"It'll more than suit your needs when I tie these precious hands of yours to the headboard and take my sweet time licking whipped cream off every inch this sexy body," he told her in a deep sexy voice as he gave her a little taste of what this would be like. He kissed every spot of her exposed chest in the V-neck dress, alternating from the side of one breast to the other as he went down.
"Mh," she sighed, loving the feel of his lips on her.
"Ace," he said, pulling at the strings over the valley of her breasts with his teeth.
"Yeah?" she panted.
"Take off your panties," he told her sternly.
"What?" she asked. "Here? Now?"
"Here. Now. Take them off," he said.
"But-," she started before his mouth on hers cut her off.
"Off," he whispered into her lips. She swallowed at his tone, pressing her thighs together. Biting her lip, she slid her hands out of his grip gently and pulled the hem of her dress up. Slipping her thumbs into the side of her tanga, she slowly wiggled out of them. As she kicked them off her boot, she bent down much like she had done minutes ago to retrieve them from the floor. Waving the delicate, red lace in front of him by her finger tauntingly had him grabbing for it.
Now what he did next, and he had done it before, but damn was it hot. Taking her panties and holding them in his hand, his brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "You know you smell almost as sweet as you taste," he told her as she kissed him heatedly, not at all unphased by his actions. If anything, things like that turned her on more than him. Seeing and hearing him tell her how much he wanted her, how much he was dying to have her, how much he was feeling exactly like she was, she loved it.
"Then taste me," she whispered, her hand in his hair and her lips on his to pull him into a deep sensual kiss before he would move to her… other lips. Stuffing her tanga in his back pocket, he held her by the hips while they both indulged in this intense lip lock. This morning was about him and now it was time to repay the favor, after all he did promise to take of her later. What kind of boyfriend was he if he didn't keep his promises?
"Oh I will, and I'm going to make you come so hard I'll have to carry you out of here," he said.
"Jesus, Logan," she moaned. If his words alone could affect her this much right now she couldn't wait to see what else his mouth would do to her.
"Impatient? I like it," he said. Kissing along her cheek and neck, he stopped just below her ear to whisper to her, "Don't think I didn't notice how wet your panties were. I won't make you wait long."
"Get to it then," she sighed, licking her lips in anticipation.
"So I was thinking," he started.
"How could you possibly be thinking about anything else right now?" she panted.
"Oh trust me its related," he assured her.
"Hm, and?"
"And, I'm really loving the idea of that apple pie and whipped cream," he said.
"I figured," she smirked. His mouth had made it way to her breasts, so Logan finally dropped to his knees and lifted her dress up, holding it against her hips. He placed butterfly kisses all over her lower stomach and then on her inner thighs.
"But," he said.
"But?"
"But," he continued. "We should also do a little more… experimentation."
"With what?" she asked, gasping as his tongue flicked inside of her only to be pulled back seconds later. It was definitely getting harder to carry on a conversation.
"I don't know, blindfolds," he suggested, this time taking her clit between his teeth and tugging slightly before releasing it. She was moaning softly and panting like crazy, clearly trying to not to be too loud which was good.
"You want to blindfold me, tie me- Oh!" she was cut off, by herself, but also by Logan who had attached his whole mouth to her and was now lapping at her core. "Tie me up." She continued even through her ragged breathing. "And cover me in whipped cream. And you think it'll be anything less than perfect?"
"No," he said, sitting back to look up at her. "I think it'll be absolutely perfect because it'll be us. It'll be the two of us together, really together, 'can't possibly get any closer' together. Don't doubt that Ace."
"Okay," she said, smiling down at him. He moved closer to her again, his lips finding her hip bone once more before slowly making their way back to their final destination. Her head fell forward in pleasure and her mouth hung open as moan after moan spilled out. "Logan, I- Oh!" Once again, she wouldn't be finishing her sentence as her clit went back between his teeth.
It was quite a sight, watching his blonde hair in between her legs like this and feeling such intense pleasure because of it. Thrusting her hands into his hair, she held his face against her with more force.
She gradually got closer and closer to her orgasm and when it finally came she realized how right Logan had been about his intentions. In fact she may not walk for several days after this. With his hands on her ass and hers on his shoulders, he helped her keep her balance when the intense orgasm hit. It didn't just make her knees weak, it blew her mind, made her see stars, every cliché you could come up with, you name it and it happened.
"You weren't kidding," she sighed, her head falling back against the wall.
"I don't kid about my girlfriend and her pleasure," he said, smirking at her as he stood up, fixing her dress for her.
"Apparently not," she said. She watched as he took out his handkerchief to hand it to her. She looked at him questioningly, tilting her head a little. Shaking his head, he slid his hand under her dress to wipe off her legs and then her core. She blushed at the caring, intimate gesture and bit her lip. "Thank you," she whispered, kissing his cheek. The handkerchief went back in his pocket which reminded her, "I need my panties."
"No you don't," he said, taking her hand.
"Logan," she said, pulling him back when started for the door. "Yes, I do."
"No," he said.
"Logan," she said, putting her hand on her hip.
"Ace," he said in the same tone.
"Give them back," she said. "What is it with you and my panties?"
"Doesn't matter, you'll be fine," he said.
"Come on," she whined.
"They'll just be in the way when we get back," he said.
"Logan," she said again. This time he just grabbed the maid outfit and pulled her out the door with him.
"I don't like this, I feel weird," she said. "This dress is too breezy at the bottom."
"I promise no one knows except us," he told her, leading her to the register. "And you've done this before."
"I know but that was planned, and I was wearing tight dresses with no room for underwear," she said.
"Well just picture my head down there, the lack of panties will be the least of your worries," he said.
"Logan," she laughed. They stopped at the counter behind Colin and Steph who looked to be nursing headaches.
"What wrong with you two?" Logan asked.
"Guess," Colin griped.
"Finn," Rory sighed. "What happened? He got the drag queen outfit?"
"No, no. It's worse if you can believe it," Steph said.
"I don't," Logan said.
"You'll see," Colin said as the cashier gave him his receipt. Logan stepped up after him and placed the outfit on the counter. "He's still a drag queen, kind of. He just took it way, way too far.
"I thought you were going as Superman and Lois Lane," Steph said, eyeing the outfit on the counter. "What's that?"
"We are," Logan nodded. "This for something that's none of your-,"
"Logan!" The Australian voice cut through the room, causing them all to turn. "You love it don't you?!" Love? No. Hate? Fear? Despise? Yes, yes, and yes. It was awful, and it was way worse, Colin wasn't lying. Logan just couldn't look any longer, he had to pull his focus off Finn and look down at the floor. He was actually kind of grossed out, I mean what are the odds, of all the things he could choose he grabs this.
"What the hell?" Logan asked Colin.
"I told you so," Colin said.
"This cannot be happening," Rory said, looking at her boyfriend with wide eyes.
"It's not, I'm just going to block it out," he told her, pulling her closer to she could bury her face in his chest. She didn't need to see this. "I suggest you do the same."
Standing across the store from them was Finn, dressed as a… French Maid. Yep, it was worse, so, so much worse. Turning to the counter he sighed and shook his head. "We won't be getting this after all," he said. She nodded and took it off the desk to hang it back up on the rack.
"I'll make it up to you I promise," she giggled.
"No, don't," he said.
"You sure?" she asked.
"I'm sure, I just want you wearing the pie anyway."