Chapter 23

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AN: I know, I know, I know, this took literally forever but I hope the chapter makes up for that. Enjoy! (And follow my Pinterest page roryandloganhuntz where I have boards for every one of my stories)

Tuesday, December 25

After the Christmas Gala the group spent 2 days at Yale, as their parents had already left for their respective trips, before finally heading to Aspen for their ski trip. Well they called it a ski trip but all in all they might spend one day skiing. They were staying at the Huntzberger Estate for a week and to say the house was huge would be an understatement.

The one stand-alone house looked almost like a complete resort and the inside was incredible. It had a definite Aspen vibe and despite the large size was rather cozy. Rory and Logan got the master bedroom, Steph and Colin took the biggest guest room, and the rest were left to fight amongst themselves for the single rooms. The master had a huge bed, a fireplace, an en suite, a walk-in closet, a massive balcony, the whole nine yards. Basically exactly what you'd expect. Though Logan did assure her that his parent had never actually slept in this room.

Once everyone had unpacked and settled in they decided to hit the town of Aspen and do some shopping. Logan for one loved shopping with Rory because for him it basically meant watching her try things on for him while he carried her bags. Did he sometimes get carried away with her in the dressing room? Absolutely. Did he particularly care? Absolutely not.

His new trick was having things rung up as soon as she decided she wanted them, ensuring she had no chance to pay for them. He also had things rung up when she fed him the line "I like it but…" because it was always something ridiculous and she looked amazing.

Of course he seemed to be the only guy enjoying it because Colin, Finn, and Robert complained more in one day than they ever had in their lives over carrying a few bags. To be fair, Logan was the only one getting a little show out of this since Steph liked to surprise Colin with things. Rory figured she had enough tricks up her sleeve to let her boyfriend in the dressing room with her.

They're second day there was Christmas Eve and the girls were having a field day over the decorations Logan had put up for Rory before they got there. They didn't really think it was the groups business, but he had a reason for the extravagance. Her parents had flat out refused to put up any Christmas decorations because they wouldn't be there for the day itself. It sounds pretty insignificant, but Rory always looked forward to putting up the tree and setting up with her mom and Elle. Christmas was usually the one time of year they all got along fairly well. It was kind of a reminder that there could still be hope for their little family.

This year all of that went down the crapper when her dad refused to even put a wreath on the door and her mom booked a separate vacation from her dad. But leave to her knight in shining armor to save the day. As soon as they got to the house it was like walking into Santa's workshop, something straight out of a movie. Garland and wreaths, and mistletoe everywhere Logan could possibly want it, an enormous Christmas tree in the living room along with an average sized one upstairs in the master.

That day they decided to stay in, hang out in their pajamas, bake cookies, even exchanged one present each, basically any Christmas Eve tradition you could think of. Meanwhile a constant rotation of Christmas movies and songs were on in the background. The only time any of them left was when Rory and Logan went grocery shopping for Christmas Dinner the next day.

Christmas morning Logan woke up to his first gift of the day in the form of a long bath with his girl. She woke him up around 7 and led him into the en suite where she had drawn them a bath, spread rose petals, and lit Christmas candles. This time she sat behind him as he laid against her chest and gave him a thorough massage before he fell asleep again. She didn't have the heart to wake him, so she rested her head on his and played with his hair. His lips curved into a smile even in his sleep and they stayed there until he woke up on his own, which was right around when the water started getting cold. He stood up first then lifted her into his arms to kiss her deeply.

He didn't bother drying them off as that would mean he had to let go of her, instead he took her straight to their bed, the sheets could be changed later. They spent the next hour in bed loving and worshipping each other, one orgasm after the next. It was times like this when it really hit the both of them just how lucky they were. He truly couldn't believe he found her, that he got to love her, and vice versa. Considering the odds of finding the one you might spend your life with at all, it was a miracle they found each other at the age of 18 and 19.

They didn't actually make it downstairs until 1 where they found Steph and Colin making brunch. The spent the majority of the day just the four of them before anyone else woke up. They even talked about going on a couple's trip and leaving everyone else behind, just so they didn't have to put up with the constant complaints of PDA from the peanut gallery or the revolving door of bedmates from Finn, Robert, and Juliet.

"I for one think it's a fabulous idea," Steph said, dumping the rest of the champagne bottle into her glass. What had once been mimosas were now mimosas minus orange juice.

"I agree," Rory said as she snuggled into Logan's chest. "Definitely somewhere tropical though."

"Mm absolutely, bikinis and yachts and bikinis," Logan sighed, running the back of his hand from the side of Rory's breast down to her hip and back up again.

"Bikinis huh? You better be picturing them on me Huntzberger," she teased him.

"What I picture them off you?" he asked directly into her ear, nipping at it in the process.

"That works too," she said, slipping her hand under his sweatshirt and running her hand over his abs.

"This is definitely the way to vacation," Logan said. "Normally we'd be getting so much crap for this."

"They're too busy with each other to give us crap for this," she laughed.

"Accurate," Colin said, nodding and not bothering to look up from kissing Steph on the other side of the room.

With one more kiss on Logan's lips Rory got up from her spot in his lap in the living room started towards the kitchen. She had refilled their champagne when Finn stumbled down the stairs, complaining about the sun. Juliet, Robert, and Elle weren't far behind him as it seemed these four were on the same "stay up all night and sleep all day" schedule.

"Perfect! Everyone's here, now presents!" Finn jumped up as soon as the last person was awake and led them all to the enormous Christmas tree where they had placed their presents. Rory laughed at him from the kitchen and rejoined everyone in the living room. Finn was jumping up and down in his seat as Steph handed out each present. Rory handed Logan his glass and took to helping Steph hand out the gifts. They let Finn go first as he was clearly too excited to sit through anyone else's turn. He got enough alcohol and alcohol related gifts to last him a lifetime but since it was Finn it would probably only last until the end of the trip.

"Ok," Rory giggled once he had opened his last present. "Who's next?"

"Your boyfriend," Finn said, tossing Logan another package which he must have wanted him to open first.

"This should be good," Logan said, shaking the box next to his ear.

"Just open it mate," he said, leaning back and kicking his feet up on the ottoman. "You're not going to guess."

"I'm opening, I'm opening," Logan said, tearing open the paper as best he could without moving his arm from around Rory. She laid her head on his chest and rubbed his bicep where it was wrapped around her. "Oh God, Finn, really?"

"What?" Rory asked.

"Show her man," Finn laughed. "It's more for her anyway."

"What is it?" Steph giggled.

"Come on," Rory said, grabbing for the box he was hiding from her. She got it in her hand and turned it towards her. What she saw sent her into a fit of giggles. Now usually she would have been mortified by something like this and already beat red, hiding her face in Logan's chest. But the champagne she and Logan had been drinking all day must have given her quite the boost in confidence, because she raised the box up for everyone to see and gleefully announced exactly what they were. "Coffee flavored condoms."

Steph, Colin, and Elle, who weren't at all drunk, got a huge kick out of it as well and Finn had been laughing since Logan opened the thing. Thankfully everyone's giggly haze allowed them to miss out on Robert and Juliet's scowls.

"Told you it was more for Rory," Finn chuckled.

"Well thank you Finn," she giggled.

"Just try not to be too loud man," Colin said.

"I'll do my best, thanks," Logan laughed.

"Yeah right," Rory chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"Watch your mouth missy," he said, landing a rough kiss on her lips.

"Why don't we take turns now, I think the rest of us are patient enough," Steph suggested.

"Yes, I think so," Rory said. "Champagne anyone?" She was answered by a resounding "Yes!" from everyone and Logan stood up with her to get more champagne and glasses. They spent the next hour exchanging gifts, some practical and other completely ridiculous. Most of Finn's gifts for everyone were hilarious and no one was surprised that Juliet conveniently forgot Rory would be here. Although she did get Logan the most inappropriate present in the form of a picture of herself from a trip to Hawaii. To which Logan responded with, "Thanks for the frame, this will be perfect for our pictures from the Christmas Ball."

"Oh yeah?" Rory chuckled as Juliet sunk back into the couch and made the right decision to not say anything. "Which ones? Your mom sent us like 80."

"Doesn't matter, you look gorgeous in all those pictures baby," he said, leaning down to kiss her for what must have been the 100thtime that day.

"So you say," she said, running her hand down his chest.

"My vote is for the ones of you two dancing or the one where you snuck upstairs," Steph laughed.

"God, I cannot believe there is a picture of that and that Shira has it," Rory groaned.

"It's a cute picture, don't worry," Elle assured. "Nothing evidently nefarious."

"Elle we were on our way to fuck upstairs and its very clear," Rory giggled. "Even Shira Huntzberger can tell what we were doing."

"I wouldn't want my mom having a picture like that," Robert said, shrugging.

"Alright enough of this, you're next Ace," Logan said, standing up and pulling Rory up with him. He leaned down and grabbed a box, Rory's hand in his. "We'll be right back; you guys keep opening presents." He stopped and grabbed a blanket before leading her through the house and out the French doors to the balcony overlooking the snowy hills. He brought her over to the Adirondack chairs and sat down before pulling her into his lap and covering them both. He rested the box in her lap and kissed her temple as she undid the bow of the small box. "I thought about giving this to you in front of everyone because I'm sure a few people here can be reminded of where they stand. And Steph would ask for the story later anyway," he whispered softly in her ear. "But I couldn't bring myself to share you while I gave this to you."

"Interesting motives Mr. Huntzberger," she whispered back, kissing his lips. She set the bow to the side and carefully removed the lid which Logan took from her. Inside the box she found a silk jewelry bag with no logo.

"Close your eyes," Logan told her, taking the bag from her hand. She did as he said and felt him pull her curly hair together and move it to her shoulder. She then felt a cool metal against her skin as he clasped what must have been a necklace around her neck. When he closed the back, he kissed her neck and swept her hair over it. She laid her head on his chest, her eyes still closed until he gave her the ok to open them again. "Open them."

She fluttered her eyes open and immediately they jumped to the golden locket resting on her chest. She held it delicately, almost afraid it would break. It was dainty and engraved with an intricate design of vines and flowers, both front and back, with the exception of a small crest in the middle of the front side of the locket.

"Logan…" she whispered, tucking her head snugly under his as she marveled at the locket.

"You like it?" he asked, letting out the breath he was holding as she gave him her answer.

"It's gorgeous," she told him. "Absolutely stunning. How could I possibly not love it?"

"Good, I'm glad," he sighed, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. He had though a lot about what to get her for Christmas. He had gotten her other things too, small things like coffee mugs and books he knew she wanted. He also got her a collection of first edition classics which she was going to have a fit over. But he wanted one of them to mean something. This meant a great deal to him and to his grandfather and he knew she should be the one to wear it and keep it safe for him. "It was my grandmother's locket."

"What?" she asked softly, already blinking away tears. She knew how much he had loved his grandmother and how much his family misses her how much his grandfather misses her. For him to give her this… it meant everything.

"My grandfather gave it to her for their first Christmas together," he said, holding her tighter, if that was even possible. "She left it to me when she died but my grandpa didn't give it to me until last year."

"But why give it to me?" she asked him. "I love it, so much, but she meant a lot to you. And to Honor, does she not want it?"

"They gave it to me and I want to give it to you," he said. "Because I love you and because I think we're both in this for long haul. And even if things don't work out or I screw up somehow, I still can't imagine giving it to anyone else."

"I love you too," she told him, and she had never meant it more than she did in this moment as she turn to look him in the eye. "And I am absolutely in this for the long haul. You've kind of ruined me for other men."

"Good to know," he chuckled, cupping her face and wiping away her tears with his thumb.

"But are you sure?" she asked him.

"I'm positive," he said, laying a kiss on her lips. "I've never been surer of anything. Other than that I love you."

"You're too slick for your own good Huntzberger," she said, leaning into his hand and kissing his palm.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, his grin lighting up his face.

"Yeah," she said, her smile equally as big and contagious.

"Why don't you open it up," he whispered, kissing her again before letting her pick up the locket again and bring it up between them. She eyed him carefully, wondering what he had put in here and whether or not she was going to cry again. Oh who are you kidding? No matter what's in here you're going to cry.

She opened the clasp on the locket to reveal two pictures, one on either side. On the left was a black and white picture of a man and a woman, dancing at their wedding. The picture itself was old and had probably been in here for decades. On the right was a color picture of a man and a woman dancing. The woman wore a big red ball gown and the man a tuxedo. The comparison here sure as hell wasn't lost on her.

"What am I going to do with you?" she said, looking back up at him, her eyes of course flooding with tears.

"Just keep doing what you're doing sweetheart," he chuckled, completely wrapping her up in his arms and kissing the top of her head. He held her for a minute as she sniffled and looked at the locket. Now this present was everything and more. Leave it to Logan to make such an unbelievably romantic gesture on Christmas. "You know how much I love you right?" he mumbled.

"I'd have to be completely oblivious not to know that," she sighed. "You're too amazing." And he was. He was absolutely amazing. And yes, he has faults, so does everyone and so does she, but he's too good for her not to know that she means everything to him.

"Ok," she said, shaking her head and wiping her tears quickly. "I am going to go inside and grab one of your presents so we can have some fun. And you are going to stay right here mister before I cry anymore."

"Ok honey," he laughed. He let her slip from his grasp and watched her walk inside. He cleared his throat and let the couple of tears he withheld slide down his cheek. There was no reason he couldn't cry in front of her, but if she had seen him cry, they never would have gotten anywhere. Now he was interested to see what she was going to walk out here with to lighten the mood.

When she came back, she was grinning like a fool with a bag in her hand. He reached for her and pulled her back into his lap before she could give it to him. "Now I do have other presents for you, more serious and sentimental ones. But I think you'll like this one quite a bit so…"

With that she gave it to him and waited with baited-breath for him to open it. He pulled the wrapping paper out and put it in his pocket to keep the wind from blowing it away. Reaching in, he felt something cold and it jingled as he took it out. For the rest of her life Rory would never forget the look on his face when he saw the handcuffs. They had teased about it several times but had never actually bought them or done anything like that.

"Ace," he started, a huge smirk on his lips.

"Keep going," she whispered. As he dug further in the bag, he also pulled out a silk blindfold and vibrator.

"Holy fuck Rory," he swore.

"I told you so," she giggled.

"As soon as their all passed out on the couch, I am carrying you up those damn stairs handcuffing you to the bed. Jesus," he told her.

"Mm, I look forward to it," she hummed as she welcomed his lips forcefully on hers. The bag fell to the floor as she moved to straddle him and rest her arms around his neck. His hands traveled to her ass clad only in yoga pants.

"Is the vibrator for me to use or for me to watch," he mumbled.

"Well that's up to you isn't it?" she whispered, biting his bottom lip gently.

"Oh you better get ready Ms. Hayden," he all but warned her, capturing her lips once more.

Nearly 3 hours later they had finally been able to sneak upstairs where Logan wasted no time in stripping her down, laying her down on the bed, and promptly blindfolding her. The silk was soft on her face and she really couldn't have felt safer with anyone. She trusted Logan implicitly and she knew anything he did would be pleasurable for them both.

Rory was actually surprised at how comfortable she felt, her blind fold in place but feeling that Logan was fastening the handcuffs to the bed. He spread her legs so that she was sprawled out on the bed. Logan stepped back to look at her, admiring her body as she lay bound, naked, and panting, completely ready for him.

He felt almost like a predator eyeing his prey, biding his time to strike when her level of anticipation was highest. He ached to touch her, but he wanted to start slowly. Logan ran his fingers gently down her body, starting at the shoulders, fluttering over each breast, and trailing down her torso and inner thighs until he reached her knees. When he completed one pass, he traced the same path back upward with his lips.

By the time he'd completed a fourth circuit, Rory was pulling slightly against her restraint, longing for a more substantial touch. She wanted to beg him to touch her, but she overrode the wish in the same heartbeat. He was in control and they both knew it. It didn't scare her though, it turned her on, knowing he could do anything to her right now, but she trusted him to keep her safe. She released her inhibitions, her expectations, her autonomy… She opened her mind to him and simply let go, feeling more liberated than ever before.

Logan paused, and her breath was expelled in a rush as she felt his large hand caress her skin from temple to knee once more. Each time he touched her face, she instinctively leaned her head into his palm, reminding him of a kitten seeking more contact. He loved how responsive she was. He'd barely touched her, and already her nerves were charged with desire.

"Tell me if these are too tight," he instructed, fingering the handcuffs. He didn't think they were too intense, but he was well aware that neither of them had ever experienced them before. Logan didn't need to ask if she liked them though, he could already tell that she did. He smoothed his hand over her breasts a few times, admiring the view for a moment before reaching for the next item. The vibrator consisted of two halves that, when twisted in opposite directions, activated the vibration feature. Rory tensed as she heard the humming, but when she first felt the buzz, it was not where she expected. Logan touched the egg shaped vibrator to each of her nipples, bringing forth a gasp of surprise and arousal.

He trailed the device slowly down to her navel, pausing only briefly before continuing to her core. He groaned as his fingertips found her wetness and pushed the vibrator inside of her. The vibration wasn't overly powerful, but Rory's body was already trembling with need. Logan dragged his fingers upward from her entrance and rubbed her clit in a circular pattern. He lingered there for several delicious minutes, but just as Rory felt her orgasm approaching, he removed his hand, reading her body as though the instructions for driving her insane were tattooed on her pale skin. He was vibrating it against her g-spot, but it wasn't enough, and she whimpered with longing.

"Not just yet, sweetheart," he soothed her. "And I don't come until I let you."

Rory gulped and tried to steady her breathing. She knew that holding back would make for a stronger orgasm eventually, but Logan was playing her body like a well-tuned instrument. Holding back was easier said than done.

Rory moaned appreciatively, and she tensed slightly as he continued to torture her with his lips and the vibrator. Each vibration left her clit more sensitive, and she knew that if it were on a higher setting, she'd have climaxed at least twice already.

"Please, Logan… Please, I can't hold on much longer," she begged when she felt herself nearing the edge again.

"Hold it just a little longer, Baby. I promise it'll be worth it," Logan answered. She groaned, hoping she could control herself.

Logan watched her closely, noting the thin sheen of sweat that bathed her body. Her juices were running down to the sheets, and he had to rub his aching erection through his sweatpants.

So fucking hot, he moaned inwardly. Rory was panting, her rosebud lips parted and her breasts heaving with each breath. Logan didn't touch her but merely watched for several long moments as she squirmed and tensed in anticipation of what might be coming next.

His eyes traced every curve and contour, admiring her form as well as the state he'd brought her to. Rory was trembling with need, bound and still enduring the sweet torment of the vibrator. She couldn't feel him or hear him move, and she squirmed against the mattress as she waited eagerly for his touch. When it finally came, it wasn't at all what she expected.

It was his mouth on her clit. He licked her almost lazily at first, but the speed and pressure of his tongue built up quickly, and within a minute she was practically thrashing against her bindings.

"Logan, I need to come," she cried out. Logan lifted his mouth for just long enough to answer.

"Let go, Ace," he growled.

Rory's hold on her orgasm had been tenuous at best, and as soon as he gave his permission, she welcomed the rush of pleasure that swept through her body. She shook and spasmed with each wave. Logan sucked her clit into his mouth, feeling it harden and pulsate against his tongue while her body trembled magnificently before him.

As her tremors slowed, he made quick work of her bindings, freeing her wrists from cuffs so she could touch him freely. He removed the vibrator, smiling at the sigh of relief he heard once the extra stimulation was gone. He took the blindfold off, and the sight of her lust-clouded eyes made him impossibly harder within the confines of his jeans. At that moment, the unforgiving cotton was the only thing stopping his own orgasm.

"Fuck," he grunted, undoing his pants. The sight of her right then was more than he could handle, and he didn't think he'd last another minute without being inside of her.

Logan filled her in one rough stroke that had Rory crying out in pure ecstasy. Her still-tender nipples were pressing against his pecs, adding to the incredible feeling of being completely at his mercy as he pounded into her hard and fast.

"Come for me, Rory. Come all over my cock," he demanded huskily as slammed into her again.

Rory's climax surged through her body, and Logan followed close behind, roaring with satisfaction as he came hard within her. He collapsed against her, careful not to let his full weight rest on her. They were both panting as rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms.

Logan held her tenderly as their pulses continued to race. His fingers drifted over Rory's cheeks, tracing her jaw, floating down her neck and down the center of her chest. Her eyes were closed, and she was still breathing heavily, but when his hand touched her cheek, she instinctively turned to kiss his palm. A gesture that made him smile.

"I love you Ace," he sighed.

"I love you too," Rory whispered sleepily. Logan grinned wider at how utterly sated and spent she looked, and he nudged her a little until she opened her eyes.

"I hope you don't think we're done yet. It seems like I've been waiting forever to get you alone today."

"What else do you have in mind?" she asked, smiling at the playful gleam in his eyes. He grinned wickedly back at her and pretended to think for a moment.

"What's your opinion on those flavored condoms?"

Rory's eyes fluttered open the next morning and she stretched her arms over her head, rubbing her wrists in the process. She still had red marks there from the handcuffs, but it didn't hurt much, and the lines were faint. Her man had definitely loved his Christmas present.

Speaking of which, where the hell is he? His side of the bed was empty, and the sheets weren't warm, so he must have gotten up a while ago. She slid out of the bed, reaching for her red lace push up bra and panties. After putting them on she grabbed Logan's white button up from last night and pulled it on, leaving it open and not bothering with the buttons. It hung off her shoulders and the hem rested against her thighs. She ran her hands through her soft, wavy hair and opened the door to the hallway.

Making her way out of the master bedroom and down the grand staircase, into the kitchen, she went straight to the coffee pot and got it started. She went ahead and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge as well as the newspaper off the table and Logan's reading glasses. She hopped up on the counter and read while waiting for her coffee.

She could tell Logan had already skimmed through it but hadn't actually read it. He had this adorable habit of dog earing news and sports stories he wanted to read later and then fixing them once he was done. These pages still had folded corners, meaning he had yet to read it.

"Logan! Mate I am so hung over I won't get rid of this headache until next month," Finn whined, bounding down the stairs with Robert and Juliet in tow, still in last night's clothes and all evidently having just barely gone to bed after getting home.

"I'll be sure to let him know," Rory said, not looking up from the newspaper.

Finn took one look at her sitting on the counter and felt his mouth go sand paper dry. "Holy shit," he sputtered out, clearing his throat.

"My god Logan is the luckiest bastard on the planet," Robert added, looking her up and down. Juliet stood by and rolled her eyes. It was bad enough that Logan was head over heels for her, why did other guys have to feel the same way.

"Why?" Rory asked, oblivious as she took a sip of her water and a drop slipped off her lips, sliding down her chest and in between her breasts.

"He's my best friend but I hate him," Finn sighed.

"Why?!" Rory huffed, drooping the paper in her lap and finally looking up at them.

"Uh, no reason," Robert said, clearing his throat as well.

"Ok…" Rory said. They were acting strange. Stranger than usual that is.

"So, what's up?" Juliet sighed, sitting down in a chair at the breakfast bar.

"Not much, just reading," Rory said, obviously, waving the newspaper. She adjusted Logan's glasses and leaned back against the cabinets.

"Um. Quick question though," Finn said.

"Yeah?" Rory asked, looking up and uncrossing then re-crossing her legs.

"Just wondering if you know what you're wearing," Finn said.

"I'm well aware. In my defense I thought Logan would be down here, I was wrong," she said.

"Where is he?" Robert asked, moving into the kitchen.

"Probably out for a run, I think he said something about that before we fell asleep last night" Rory said.

"Aw sleep, wouldn't know much about it myself," Finn said.

"And why is that?" Juliet asked, rolling her eyes once again.

"I met this fiery little red head last night and well, did not get much sleep," he said.

"Oh yeah?" Rory asked.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I had a blast. Meanwhile you and Logan stayed here to play house and get to bed by 8:30."

Rory laughed and lowered the glasses a bit to look at Finn over the top. "How many times did you do it?"

"What?" Finn asked, shocked at the blunt question.

"How many times?"

"Once or twice," he shrugged.

"Hm," she said, going back to her newspaper.

"What does that mean?" he asked offended.

"Nothing," she said.

"It means something, what is it?" Finn asked.

"Well you seemed pretty proud of yourself about last night and it seems quite docile compared to mine and Logan's," she said.

"And what did you do?" he asked.

"None of your business, but I will tell you that we didn't actually fall asleep until about 3:00 this morning," she said. Robert made his way closer to Rory and Finn sat at the breakfast bar as well, facing her.

"No really what did you-," he started before he was interrupted by the opening of the large front door. Logan found them in the kitchen, panting as he took out his earbuds. He was dressed in sweatpants and sneakers, his bare chest and six-pack glistening with sweat.

"Morning Ace," he said, grinning like crazy at the sight of her.

"Morning sexy," she said, tossing the paper on the counter as he made his way towards her.

"You look adorable in my glasses," he said, reaching her and leaning in for a deep kiss, the first one of the morning. She whimpered into his mouth as he pulled his lips from hers. He then took her water bottle and drank a few sips himself before resting his hands on her thighs. He kissed her lips again and then her nose.

"And you look hot after you work out," she said running her hands over his shoulders and back, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"One day I'm going make you come with me," he said.

"I work out on my own time, you get up too early. Besides, is that really how you want to use those exceptional persuasion skills?" she taunted him.

"You have a point there," he said.

"I really do, I mean look at last night," she laughed.

"What did you do?!" Finn asked again. Logan ignored him when Rory shook her head slightly and kissed him.

"I'm going to need a shower, you mind helping me?" he asked huskily, kissing her shoulder.

"You do need a shower," she giggled, kissing his head and hugging him to her body.

"My muscles are really sore from last night, you think you can help with that?" he asked against her silky skin.

"Well that Mr. Huntzberger sounds like you need another nice long soak in the tub," she said, ghosting her fingers over his back.

"What. Did. You. Do?!" Finn asked.

"Mm, that sounds good," he said, answering Rory.

"I wore you out huh?" she teased him.

"Oh yeah, I am exhausted," he told her.

"Well next time you can wear the handcuffs and I'll be on top," she said as he moved his head to kiss her again. They heard a couple of snickers from behind them, which they ignored, engrossed in each other's lips.

"Real sense of humor that one," Finn said, laughing along with Robert.

"That wasn't a joke," she said, lifting her wrist to show him the proof.

"Aw, Ace I'm sorry," Logan said, holding both hands in his and kissing her wrists repeatedly.

"I'm fine honey, I promise," she said.

"You're kidding?! You did not handcuff her! I'm not buying it," Finn said, shaking his head.

"I don't really care," Logan shrugged.

"Ok come on, be honest. Rory said you two had quite the night and went so far as to say it was better than mine. What did you do?!" Finn asked.

"We just told you," Logan said.

"Logan your girlfriend is too straight laced for that," Robert said, rolling his eyes. Logan scoffed, before laughing and then laughing even harder.

"You know it isn't that funny," Rory said, smiling at him.

"Yes, it is Ace," he said, laughing even as she kissed him.

"I hate when they do this," Juliet said.

"They're so in love it bugs the crap out me," Robert said.

"I think it's nice," Finn said. "Our little Logie deserves it."

"Yeah, I guess," Robert said.

"Sure, but when they do this," she said, gesturing to them. "It's kind of annoying. They act like they forgot there's other people in the room."

"Well when your girlfriend looks like that," Finn said. "And wears things like that in the morning, I can see why."

"You've just got everyone fooled, don't you?" Logan teased her.

"Mm, everyone but you," she sighed.

"Yeah Ace, that shipped sailed a while ago," he said.

"Care to clue us in?" Juliet asked loudly.

"What?" Rory asked, looking past Logan's shoulder.

"Why was that so funny?" Robert asked obviously.

"Well that's just not something you need to know," Logan bit back at him.

"It is when you laugh about something like that in front of us," Juliet said.

"It's not when it's about our sex life, I am absolutely not about to stand here and tell you what we get up to because it's none of your god damn business. It's between me and Rory, and I respect her far too much to tell you about anything that happens behind closed doors," Logan said, turning his head to face them only slightly, his hands still on Rory.

"Fair point mate," Finn said, raising his hands up. "Lay off them guys, he's right."

"Thank you," Rory told Finn softly. He simply nodded at her and went to turn the Tv on, prompting Robert to follow him.

"I still think it's rude to flaunt you're little inside jokes," Juliet said, rolling her eyes.

"You do huh?" Rory asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Well yeah," she scoffed.

"Ok, well girl to girl, you want us to let you in the little inside joke?" Rory asked, with clear underlying ulterior motives.

"If you would be so kind," Juliet said sarcastically.

"Well you asked for it," Rory said as she hopped off the counter. She took her time pouring her mug of coffee and then getting Logan a glass of orange juice. He took the glass from her with a kiss and smirked as she whispered to him to go on upstairs. As much as he wanted to see this, he knew she needed to handle it on her own. He gave her another deep kiss, so deep he dipped her backwards a little bit and he tongue spent just under a minute in her mouth, before making his way upstairs.

Rory went to follow him and stopped next to Juliet only briefly to say, "He handcuffed me to the bed, blindfolded me, and fucked me so hard the headboard made a dent in the wall. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"If you think I'm going to believe that, you must also think I'm an idiot," Juliet said.

"Let me make one thing clear Juliet. I do think you're an idiot. I think you're an idiot for chasing a guy who will never want you, a guy who has proven on multiple occasions he will never want you. I think you're in denial and I think you need to get the fuck over this before we're no longer willing to put up with it," Rory said.

"I don't need to get over it. He'll be done with you eventually and when he is, I'll be there to snatch him up," Juliet said.

"Clean up you're act because I'm not dealing with it much longer and I have a feeling that if I tell Logan I want you gone, you will be," Rory said simply.

"Only because you're sucking his dick," Juliet said, rolling her eyes, something she seems to do a lot.

"Well," Rory chuckled. "You got me there, I am sucking his dick. But that's not why I'm still around. I'm still around because when I'm done sucking his dick, he kisses me, and holds me, and he tells me he loves me. I'm not going anywhere because he loves me Juliet, and I love him, and you need to get that into your thick skull before you lose all of your "friends" over some stupid crush." With that Rory waltzed up the stairs with her coffee, hopefully leaving Juliet simmering. The nerve of that girl is unbelievable.