Chapter 19

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, music, or movies mentioned.

AN: Yes! It's finally up after a very long month! There's going to be a little time jump in the next chapter and then we're really going to get into thing with their families and their relationship. I'm super excited to write and I hope you're all excited to read what I have coming. Enjoy!

Rory put the car in park once she had pulled into the driveway. Taking off her sunglasses, she looked up at the big, no, massive house, no, massive mansion in front of her. Her own house was by no means small but damn, this place was the size of a small castle. She unbuckled her seat belt and tossed the keys in her purse before opening the door and stepping out.

Logan's car drove like a dream, it's no wonder he was willing to pay so much for it. Sure, his dad gives him an insanely large 'allowance' every month but he did save up for a while before buying this car. She especially loved how much it smelled like a perfect mix of soft leather and Logan's cologne.

Making her way up to the door, she rang the doorbell and then stepped back to allow room for it to swing open. She was greeted by a petite young maid, seemingly around her age, maybe a year older, which struck her as odd.

"Hi there, can I help you?" she asked.

"Hi, I'm here to see Logan, he's expecting me," Rory told her.

"Are you sure? He didn't mention it," she said.

"I'm Rory Hayden, his girlfriend, I'm just supposed to pick him up," Rory said.

"Oh," she said, pursing her lips. "Well, come in."

Rory stepped inside the house and glanced around the foyer. It was full of ornate decorations along with an impressive chandelier hung from the ceiling. If it was any indication of the rest of the house, she couldn't even imagine what she was about to walk into.

"Can I take your coat and purse Ms. Hayden?" she offered.

"Of course, thank you," Rory said, slipping out of her coat to reveal the outfit she had change into after school. She had thrown on a dark teal mini skirt, her tan thigh high boots, and a warm, cropped, gray sweater. She hadn't quite been up to meeting her boyfriend's parents in her Chilton uniform. (Picture is on Pinterest board. Just search roryandloganhuntz on Pinterest) She handed off her purse as well and the girl, whose name was still unknown, took them both to the closet to be hung up. "Do you know where Logan is?"

"I believe he's in his father's office," she said.

"Ok, well I can just wait for him," Rory said.

"Mrs. Huntzberger is on the patio if you'd rather wait with her," she said.

"I'm right here Rosie." Rory turned her head to watch as Shira Huntzberger made her way around the corner and came over to where she stood. "You must be Rory."

"I am, it's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Huntzberger," Rory said, offering her hand which Shira shook daintily, like any lady of society would.

"Same here dear, Logan speaks of nothing but you," Shira said. "I almost feel as though I already know you."

Rory laughed softly, "He's too sweet sometimes."

"Well, he seems rather smitten with you," Shira assured her. "I'm afraid he's been holed up in Mitchum's office for some time now."

"That's ok, we're not in any hurry to get to Yale," Rory said.

"You go to Chilton, right?" Shira asked.

"I do, I'm in my senior year," she said.

"Yes, I thought so. Your grandparents speak very highly of you, you know."

"Elle and I are they favorite topic for conversation," Rory nodded.

"I know why, I'm guilty of the same with Logan and Honor," Shira said. "Come on, why don't we have a spot of tea while we wait for those two to finish up. I can even show you some pictures of Logan when he was little."

"Oh I would love that," Rory said, following her through the house. "Your home is beautiful."

"Thank you, it is terribly big though. It belonged to Mitchum's parents, they had it built when they got married and once they left, we moved in. It's become sort of the family house, passed down from generation to generation," she explained as they walked out to the patio. The view from here was amazing with plenty of trees whose leaves had changed and lots of comfy furniture meant to seat the whole family.

"That's incredible, I've always loved family traditions like that," Rory said, sitting on the love seat across from the one Shira took. There was a table in the middle with a tea kettle and two tea cups on saucers.

"Me too, although I'm not sure Mitchum appreciates it as much as he should and that might rub off on Logan," she said before thanking the maid who followed them out to pour the tea.

"He'd have to be crazy not to love it here. It's big, but it's warm," Rory said, taking a seat across from Shira on the patio.

"I agree, I tried to make it a home instead of just a house, but with all this space, it's rather hard to do," she said.

"I can imagine," Rory said. To be honest Rory wasn't entirely sure what was going on, Shira was being nice. Nice! This couldn't possibly be the same woman who raised Logan, or rather didn't raise Logan. Maybe this was all a façade, or maybe she just didn't act the same way towards her kids. Either way, she was glad this was going well. After her own parent's reaction to her and Logan, it was nice to have someone accept them.

Logan sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since he sat down in this fucking chair. He hated this chair. If he had a dollar for every time he sat in this chair and listened to his dad tell him what he was doing wrong he would… well, he wouldn't have to sit here and take it that's for sure.

Running his fingers through his hair and tugging at the ends of it in frustration, he closed his eyes and sighed once again. "Ok dad, I get it. Write more, study more, do more. Anything new? Because if not, I'm leaving."

"Would you grow up and take this seriously?"

"Take what seriously?! My grades are stellar, better than they ever have been. I've had an article published every two weeks. I even went to that board meeting you wanted me at last week. What am I not taking seriously?"

"I also told you to start being seen with the right people. That includes dating the right people," he said.

"I'm in a serious, committed relationship with someone in Hartford society. What's wrong with that?"

"The Haydens are a good contact to have but they don't have a hand in publishing," Mitchum said, leaning forward. Classic Mitchum, right when he delivers that final blow, he leans forward, rests his elbows on Joseph Pulitzers desk, and makes himself feel like the most powerful man on the planet.

"No, no, no. Absolutely not. That is where I draw the line," Logan said, standing up and shaking his head.

"Logan, if you would listen," he started.

"NO! You listen to me now," Logan said. "Every other time you've brought me into this god forsaken office, it's been because I did something wrong. And every other time I've completely agreed that what I did was wrong, I tried to get out of being blamed for it, but I knew it was wrong."

"And this is the same-,"

"No, it sure as hell is not the same. This. This relationship. Rory. She is the only thing I've ever done right. She is the only thing I know for sure I can count on, the only thing I know I can't screw up. And I don't give a single damn what you threaten to take or withhold from me, I would give my life for her. So you can back the hell off of this one and find something new to bitch to me about Mitchum."

"Logan Elias," Mitchum barked.

"No, you cannot make me feel bad or guilty about this, not this," Logan said.

"Logan, we've tried to set you up several times with our friend's daughters, whatever happened to Juliet?"

"You've got to be kidding me," he chuckled humorlessly. "I'm out of here." With that he turned around and headed for the door. He yanked it open and stormed out of the office, running his hand through his hair once more. He couldn't stand that man, Mitchum always thinks he has the right to control every aspect of his life.

He didn't want the life that was planned for him, he wanted the life he could have with Rory. He wanted love and he wanted a family. He wanted to be excited to come home every night and the way Mitchum had set things up, he wouldn't be.

Not bothering to wait for the maid, he opened up the coat closet himself and reached for his jacket, he would wait for Rory outside before staying in this house another second. Something caught his eye before he closed the door though, a tan cashmere coat, very similar to his own, only much more feminine. He'd recognize that damn thing anywhere, having pushed it off her body several times after getting back to either of their bedrooms.

Hanging his own coat back up, he shut the door again and began his search throughout the house. He heard no voices and couldn't seem to find anyone in the dining room or sitting room, but he did find Rosie, one of the maids, in the kitchen preparing a pot of tea.

"Hey Rosie," Logan said, making her turn his way and spill some of the water she was putting in the tea kettle.

"Mr. Huntzberger," she stuttered, setting the pot down in front of her. "Can I help you?"

"I noticed my girlfriend was here already, do you know where?" he asked.

"Of course," she said, glancing at him before looking back at the tea. "Follow me." Logan nodded and followed her out onto the patio where Rory was sitting alone on one of the love seats.

"Hey," he said, walking outside to join her. "There's my gorgeous girl." Smiling, Rory stood up to walk into his arms and greet him with a sweet kiss.

"Hi," she said, giving him another peck on the lips before he sat down with her.

"How long have you been here?" he asked her, sitting as close to her as he could and resting his hand on her knee.

"Not long," she assured him. "Your mom was just showing me some pictures before she got a phone call." Looking over at the table, he noticed the albums open in front of them. The pages were covered in pictures of him and Honor. He didn't even know these books existed. "Including one of a rather dashing young Logan helping his grandpa drive his boat."

She handed him the photo and sure enough there he was, sitting on his grandfather's lap at the steering wheel of the fishing boat his grandpa loved so much. He couldn't have been more than 4 when the picture was taken. He felt Rory rest her head on his shoulder, looking at the photo with him before whispering, "And you though she didn't take any pictures."

"I've never seen any of these," he sighed, kissing her temple and picking up more photos. "I certainly didn't know she had albums filled with them."

"Well," Rory started. "I've only known her about 30 minutes, but your mom is really sweet, and she seems genuine."

"She is," he sighed. "She just deals with a lot of shit from my dad and sometimes she doesn't know how to handle it."

"Sounds like someone else I know," she said, kissing his neck.

"Mm," he sighed. "It was me, up until recently."

"Recently?"

"Now I have a way to handle it," he said, pulling her closer to him.

"Yeah? And how is that?" she teased him.

"I think you know how missy," he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her nose which she scrunched up before kissing his lips.

"Let me guess, that cute girlfriend of yours?" she asked.

"Who else?" he said, kissing her more forcefully this time. He leaned them back, settling against the back of the couch. Rory's hand moved to rest on his cheek and then traveled down to his chest where she fingered the material of his sweater. Wanting her as close as he could get her, Logan pulled her into him by her hip and tried to refrain from untucking her sweater to slide his hand under it.

Rory nipped at his lips and started with soft, open mouth kisses, gradually ending the kiss before his mom or one of the maids found them making out on the patio. "Speaking of which, what did your dad want to talk about?"

"Bullshit," he sighed.

"Well obviously," she said getting him to laugh. "But what did he say?"

"Just the usual and then when I told him the usual doesn't quite apply anymore because I've been cleaning up my act, he started on the fact that I don't spend time with the right people," Logan said.

"Like Colin and Finn?" she asked. He wasn't sure if he should tell her what his dad said, especially considering how insecure she can get sometimes. There was no reason for her to worry, his dad was blowing smoke. But he didn't want to lie to her either, he loved her and he didn't want to hide anything from her.

"Um, maybe but that's not quite what he said this time."

"What did he say?" she asked.

"He said…"

"Logan, you can tell me. What was it?"

"He said I should be dating Juliet," Logan told her.

"Oh," she said, staring down at her lap.

"He's a jackass, I mean he hasn't even met you yet," Logan said, entwining their fingers and bringing her hand up to kiss it.

"So why doesn't he like me?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm happy and he doesn't like it, Juliet's family owns a crap ton of magazines and smaller publishing companies, or he's just a narcissistic jackass, take your pick," he listed.

"I'll go with all of the above," she said, nuzzling his neck.

"Good choice," he mumbled into her hair. "As long as you don't come up with an answer of your own. Don't worry about him ok?"

"I won't," she said.

"You're too cute for me to be listening to him," he said sweetly.

"I'm glad," she said. "You know who else is cute?"

"Who?" he asked.

"You in your little Captains hat," she said, pointing to one of the pictures in front of them.

"Oh lord," he sighed.

"Do you think your mom still has it?" she asked. "You should wear it when we go out on the boat."

"I am not wearing that," he said, shaking his head.

"Aw, come on," she said.

"No, not happening," he said.

"Not even for me?" she pouted.

"Rory," he said seriously, cupping her face. "Sweetheart I would do anything for you."

"You would?" she asked.

"I would," he nodded, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"So you'll-," she started.

"Except wear that hat."

"Damn," she huffed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Not even for-,"

"No, not even for that," he chuckled.

"How did you know what I was going to say?" she said, rolling her eyes. "And why not?"

"Because whenever you want something from me, you wear those white lace things and blow me until I say yes. And that will not work because I know I'll get it even if I don't wear the hat," he said.

"Shh, don't say that so loud, your parents are both here and there's three maids walking around," she shushed him.

"None of which who are here," he said.

"Still," she sighed. "Anyway, you know what else your mom showed me?"

"What's that?" he asked, kissing her lips.

"Your grandparents wedding album," she said, resting her forehead against his.

"We have that?" he asked.

"Mhm," she said, leaning up to grab the album before settling into his arms again. She laid it out across their laps and opened the cover. Right there in front of them was a black and white photo of a gorgeous, happy couple that sure as hell didn't look like his grandparents but he knew they were. The people dancing on that page looked happier and more in love than anyone he had ever seen. "Your grandfather must have brought it with him when he moved."

"He always says he can't stand to look at it," Logan said, adjusting her to lay on his chest. He also tilted the book up, so they could both see it.

The stories he had heard from his grandfather couldn't even do this justice. They flipped through the book together, looking back on the special day that Logan had heard so much about. Elias had always and will always refer to his wedding day as the moment his life began, the moment he really started living. And Logan could understand why.

It had only been a month, but he knew if he lost Rory, looking at pictures that reminded him of her would kill him. So he really couldn't imagine losing her after 60 years. It can't possibly be just pictures either. He saw and heard at least 10 things every day that remind him of Rory.

"I can understand why," Rory said after a while.

"Why what?" he asked her.

"Why he can't stand to look at these," she said.

"Me too," he sighed.

"I can't imagine being so happy and then having that ripped away from you," she started. "I get why he doesn't want to look back at just how happy he used to be."

"You know, his wallet is filled with pictures of her or her and Honor and I, but none of the two of them together," he said. Logan wasn't by any means sappy or emotional but at that moment his heart ached, ached for his grandfather who would never kiss his wife or tell her he loves her ever again. Because now he understood, he understood the feeling and the person his grandfather was missing. And he was holding his in his arms right now.

"Hey Ace," he said softly.

"Yeah honey?" she asked, resting her hand on his chest and snuggling further into him. She felt him take a deep breath and let it out shakily. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm before entwining their fingers again and resting their hands back on his chest.

"I- Rory I-,"

"Look who finally made his way out of the house," Shira said, walking out to the patio. Logan's gaze shot up to her as Rory's moved up to him. She had her eyebrows raised in confusion and when Logan looked back down at her, he simply mouthed 'never mind', and relaxed back against the couch with her.

"Yeah, I finally got Dad off my back for the day, or hour," Logan said, closing the photo album and setting it back on the table.

"Oh, Logan you know he means well," Shira said.

"I'm sure he thinks he does," Logan sighed.

"What was it this time?" Shira asked, sitting down across from them.

"It doesn't matter, same as always," he said. "Where's grandpa? He was here when I left."

"He took Winston for a walk," she said.

"Winston?" Rory asked.

"His Corgi," Logan chuckled.

"Well, that was Rory's Grandmother on the phone." Logan cringed, and Rory sighed, which was apparently not the reaction Shira was expecting because she looked at them like they had three heads. "Is that not a good thing?"

"Well," Rory started. "It's just that…"

"Rory's grandparents don't quite know we're dating," Logan said.

"Well, they do now," Shira shrugged, reaching for her tea cup.

"I figured," Logan sighed.

"She wants to have dinner next week, both families," Shira said.

"No, no, no, no, no. Logan, we can't do that," Rory said, looking up at him, basically begging him to fix this.

"She's right, that cannot happen," Logan said.

"And why not?" she asked.

"Rory's parents don't get along, Rory's dad doesn't like me, Rory's sister wants to be the one dating me, Dad doesn't like Rory, Rory's grandmother will make us get married before dessert, Rory's Grandpa will probably hate me. We will have dinner with you, Honor, and grandpa, but that's it," Logan said.

"Well…" Shira started. "That's quite the situation you two are stuck in. I suppose I could put off this dinner, but Emily will surely want to meet you Logan."

"We can cross that bridge when we get to it," he sighed. "But hopefully I won't have to meet them until the wedding." Damn did he regret those words as soon as they were out of his mouth, Rory choked on her tea and his mother was looking at him like the cat who ate the canary. Rubbing his girlfriend's back, until the coughing stopped, he just tried to avoid eye contact with his mom. "Just a joke sweetie, I'm sorry."

"I just did not expect you, out of all people, to say that," she laughed softly.

"Well, speaking of which, Honor and Josh are getting closer and closer to the wedding," Shira said.

"They are," Logan said. "She's nervous as hell, but I'll give Josh credit where credit is due, he knows how to calm her down."

"They're just so sweet together," Shira said.

"Yet another thing my father has tried to screw up," Logan told Rory.

"I can imagine," she said.

"Well, Josh's family isn't as wealthy as ours and Mitchum has a problem with that," Shira explained.

"Do they have a prenup?" Rory asked.

"They do," Logan sighed. "Honor pitched a fit, but Dad refused to pay for the wedding if they didn't sign one and Josh told her he didn't mind if it would get Dad's approval."

"Well can you blame them?" Shira said.

"Yes," Logan said. "If I don't want to sign a prenup, I'm not going to let him bully me into it."

"Would you want a prenup? You are the one inheriting everything," Shira said.

"It depends," Logan said.

"On?"

"You know what that depends on," Logan said.

"I do," she nodded.

"Actually, I talked to Honor yesterday, she said you had something for me?"

"Oh that's right!" Shira practically jumped up from her seat and hurried back into the house.

"Ok…" Rory trailed off. "Your sister is getting married?"

"In January," he said.

"Aw, a winter wedding is so pretty," she said.

"Honor thought so, my mom wasn't thrilled," he said.

"Mm, let me guess, she wanted May or June so there would be lots of pretty flowers and sunny weather?"

"Precisely."

"My grandmas wanted the same thing for Mom and Dad, they got married in December."

"When would you want to get married?" he asked, twirling her hair in his hand.

"What is with you today?" she laughed.

"I'm just curious," he shrugged.

"Okay, well I like Winter, but I would also like Spring. I think it would depend on when I got engaged," she said.

"Why?"

"I wouldn't want a long engagement," she said.

"Here we are," Shira said, walking outside with an envelope and a pen. She sat back down and reached over to hand them to Logan, grinning like a fool as she did so. Rory took the pen, so he could open the envelope.

Taking the card out, he found his RSVP card for Honor's wedding. The one with a check mark next to the word single.

"She figured you might have a different answer this time," Shira said.

With the most adorable smirk he had ever seen, Rory handed him the pen and kissed him on the cheek. Pulling his cute girl back into his embrace, he set the card on his lap, scratched out the single box, and checked plus one.

"Chicken or Fish, Ace?"

"Ahoy Mate!"

"Stop." Thud.

"Arrrrrggggg!"

"Stop." Thud.

"Land Ho!"

"Stop." Thud.

"X marks the spot!"

"Stop." Thud.

"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, I pirate's life for me!"

"STOP!" Thud.

"Oh my god, what the hell is that?" Rory asked, fluffing her curled hair in the mirror as Logan walked back into his room.

"Oh," he sighed. "That would be Finn, trying out Pirate slang for tonight, and apparently a song."

"And the thudding I keep hearing?"

"Colin banging his head against the breakfast bar."

"Got it," she nodded, giving him a quick peck as he passed her to grab his phone.

She slipped on her heels and stood up to grab her black blazer off the hanger on the closet door. Since buying the costume in that shop a week ago, Logan had made some adjustments. The outfit was now a sexy, black blazer, a plaid skirt, black pumps, and black glasses. She was basically a slutty teacher or office worker, but next to her Superman it was clear that she was supposed to be Lois Lane. (Picture on my Pinterest page and it's set as the cover photo) And speaking of her Superman, boy did he look sexy as sin. She was right when she said he wouldn't need the fake muscles or abs, the ones he's rocking now are all his and she'll be able to feel them through that skin-tight costume all night.

"What happened to the French maid outfit?" she asked, putting her earrings in.

"As far as he knows, it's lost," Logan said.

"And as far as you know?" she asked.

"It's in a garbage bag hidden in Steph and Elle's dorm," he said.

"You just get better and better," she swooned.

"I told you, it's my job to keep you safe and part of that entails not being seen with Finn while he's wearing that abomination," he laughed, fastening his cape. They were both dressed now that Rory had slipped her heels on, so she sauntered over so him and rested her hands on his chest.

"Mm, my Superman," she whispered, kissing him.

"You know the rules for tonight?" he asked her, holding onto her hips.

"I have rules?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Not rules per say, just things I would rather you do than not," he said.

"And what would they be?" she asked.

"Don't drink too much," he listed.

"I don't usually," she said.

"If you drink at all, you don't leave my side for the rest of the night," he said.

"I don't usually," she giggled. He hid his grin by pressing a kiss to her temple.

"And don't drink anything I don't give you," he said.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"I think I can live with that," she said.

"Good, you had no choice," he said.

"Mhm, I'm sure I would have found my way around it," she teased.

"Not in these shorts you wouldn't have," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you out of my sight for a second." He slipped his hands down to her ass and pulled her into his body. She nibbled at his bottom lip before kissing him fully.

"Stop groping my baby sister! Let's go!"

"Well," Logan sighed. "Elle's here."

"Sounds like it," Rory laughed. "Don't worry, there will be much more of this later." She gave him one more quick peck before stepping away and grabbing his hand. They made their way into the living room where everyone had gathered. Finn was dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow, Steph and Colin as Fred and Wilma Flintstone, Elle as Alice from Alice in Wonderland, Robert as a fireman, and Juliet as the sluttiest nurse anyone has ever seen.

"Aren't we an interesting group," Logan chuckled.

"Quite," Steph agreed.

"Could have been worse," Colin said, glaring at Finn.

"Fair," Rory laughed.

"Ok girl, what the hell happened to the costume you bought?" Elle asked.

"Ask Clark Kent," Rory said.

"I changed my mind, sue me," he said.

"He said no to Baywatch, but this is apparently fine," she said.

"Ok Baywatch is different," he said, walking past her and smacking her ass. "We'll do that when you have a ring on your finger."

"Cocky ass," she muttered, rolling her eyes and following him.

"I heard that," he said.

"Good," she told him.

"Um," Colin whispered to Steph. "He was joking right?"

"About?" she whispered back.

"The ring thing," he said.

"You know what," she started, taking one look at them standing by the door. Logan had her wrapped in his arms, his cape circling both of them as he peppered her face with kisses. "I really don't think he was."

"But they've only been dating for like three weeks," he said.

"Doesn't matter," she said. "When you know, you know. And I think they know."

"Do we know?" he asked, nervously.

"We know," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

He didn't answer her, but she felt him press a kiss to her temple. He knew. Even if he didn't know yet, he knew.

"Come on people, let's get this show on the road," Finn announced, moving to the door. "I've got redheads to bang and we're burning moonlight."

"Oh Finn," Elle sighed, standing up from the couch and leaving with him.

The rest of the group followed and they all made their way over to the pub for their first party of the night. The night was pretty standard, booze, dancing, flirting for half of them, nauseating PDA for the other half, and Rory kept her hand dangerously close to his cock under the table for a solid half hour. So Halloween was turning out to be rather uneventful in the grand scheme of things.

They hopped from party to party before reaching their final blow out for the night. The club Pulse had been rented out by one of the LDB members who invited the whole group, so they figured this was the best group to end the night with.

Rory and Logan had only had champagne so they, well Rory, was tipsy, bordering on drunk. But compared to their friends they were about as sober as when they left. One thing Logan had learned about his girlfriend in the last few weeks, she got really handsy when she drank. And tonight was no exception. He literally could not name a single spot on his body that she hadn't touched, and she was close to begging him to take her into a bathroom or coat closet somewhere.

He was by no means complaining, but his balls were going to burst if he didn't find them a fucking coat closet soon.

So far Rory had kept her promise to stay by Logan's side all night, especially because she was drinking. And she planned to stay right there, on his lap, her lips fused to his, in the booth they claimed for their group, for the rest of the night. Well she was going to, but that was before Steph practically ran over to the table with Elle in tow.

"Come on girl, come dance with us!" she squealed. Prying her lips off Logan's, she turned her head to look at Steph with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, don't worry you're not interrupting anything," Rory deadpanned.

"Good, let's go," Elle said.

"Take a hint," Logan snapped.

"Hint taken, let's go Ror," Steph said.

"Let me spell this out for you," Logan started. "I'm hard, she's wet, and her bra is undone. I was about two seconds away from carrying her to the nearest empty room. Go. Away."

"You can bang each other later," Elle said, rolling her eyes. "I want to dance with my sister."

"Did you not hear me?"

"Heard you loud and clear, redo your bra and let's go," Steph told Rory. Rolling her eyes, Rory sighed and turned to Logan with her big blue eyes.

"I'll be back as soon as possible," she said. "If I don't go, we won't get another second alone."

"Fine, but your ass better be back in my lap in 5 minutes missy," he said, sliding his hand out from under her top.

"I promise," she said, cupping his face and giving him a sweet kiss before slipping off his lap. The girls grabbed her hand and had almost pulled her away from him before she stopped them short to go back. She turned her back to him and laughed, knowing what she needed. Slipping his hand back up her blazer, he re-hooked her bra and with a quick kiss on her cheek, let her go back to Steph.

Leaning back in his seat as soon as he lost sight of her, he downed the rest of Rory's champagne. He sat there for about a minute before Colin came over and sat across from him. "Do you have any idea how whipped you are?"

Laughing, Logan rested his arms on the table and smirked. "You know what, I'm very well aware, and I couldn't be happier."

"Happy?" Colin asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Very, very happy," he said. "This girl is the best thing that's ever happened to me, I'd be a damned fool not to be happy."

"Oh I agree, she is the best thing to happen to you. I'm just surprised that you of all people have had such an easy time settling down," Colin shrugged.

"I get that, but even from the beginning I knew it wasn't like that with Rory. Everything is so easy, I have no reason to have a hard time with it," he said.

"That's how it is with Steph," he nodded. "It scares me though."

"I get that too, more than you know," Logan said.

"I don't know how to describe it, it's like…"

"Like the first lottery ticket you every bought was a winner, you hit the jackpot," he said.

"Exactly," Colin agreed. "That exactly how it feels, and now every time you look at her it's like your whole future flashes in front of you."

"And when you hold her, it really hits you how you depend on her."

"And it scares the hell out of you to even think about losing her."

"Or not being enough," Logan added.

"Yeah, but I don't think either of have to worry about that," Colin said. "I mean you should see Rory's face when you walk into a room. I'm a dude and I notice it."

"Mm, I know," he said.

"What are we talking about mates?" Finn dropped himself into the chair on the end of the table.

"Our gorgeous girls," Colin said.

"Ah," Finn said. "So, new topic?"

"Sure Finn," Logan laughed.

"I've been thinking," he started.

"Uh oh," Logan sighed.

"Spring break in Florida," he said.

"It's October," Colin laughed. "Why don't we get through fall and winter first."

"Ok, well speaking of fall break. We should head start thinking about where were going."

"Rory and I are out," Logan said.

"What? Why?" Finn whined.

"We're staying at her mom's inn for a week," he said.

"Oh," Colin said. "They're going to bang for a week. The rest of us could head up to New York."

"But it won't be the same," Finn said.

"You'll live," Logan said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, it's been 5 minutes and someone's ass was supposed to be in my lap by now." He slid out of the booth and Finn took his seat. Walking out to the dance floor, he weaved through the crowd until he spotted the girls in the middle. His hands found her hips and he pulled her against him. She could clearly tell it was him because she didn't even flinch at his touch and reached her arms up behind her to wrap them around his neck.

The music pumped through the speakers and directly to the center of the club where she was grinding against him to the beat of the sexy pop song. (If your curious, the song is "I want you to freak" by Rak-Su I heard it at a party recently with my boyfriend and I can totally see them dancing like this to it)

"Excited to see me?" she giggled as his erection pressed against her ass rather prominently in only the tights.

"Always," he growled, his lips trailing down her neck and his hands ghosting over her mid-rift. She ran her hands through his hair and her eyes fluttered closed. "Having fun?"

"Absolutely," she sighed. "But this is nothing compared to what I have planned for you tonight."

"Oh really?" he asked. "And what is it you have planned for me Ms. Lane?"

"Mm, you'll have to wait and see. But I can promise it includes a sexy striptease before I suck that incredible cock of yours and make you come so hard you won't be able to get it up for a week."

"Jesus Christ," he swore, turning her in his arms roughly to get access to her lips which he practically attacked as soon as he could. He had one hand on her hip and the other cupped her face as she kissed him back with so much fervor he could have taken her right there on the dance floor. And that was his cue to get her out of there. He just wasn't sure he'd make it back to the dorm…