Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, if I did Logan would end up with me instead of Rory.
I'm SORRY!!!!! I'm SORRY, I swear! I don't mean to take forever to write these things, It just happens. Life gets in the way, and the drama is so annoying.
My first written almost-lemon is here so I hope that makes up for its lateness
also to be safe LEMON WARNING!
Canadians- be on the lookout for a Canadian reference!!!~~~!!!
Here is Chapter 8 of AHIT. I hope you like it!
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A Hayden in Training
Reindeer boxers and Hot Glue
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Logan
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Argh...how is it morning already? I just went to sleep a couple of minutes ago. I'm still so tired. I'll just lay here a bit more.
I pressed my eye lids together more tightly. As I rolled over to my side I-
Wait. Why aren't I rolling over to my side? Why can't I move my body? Is something squeezing my wrists?
I can feel my eyes fly open at the thought, but I still can't see anything. My arms and legs pull against their confines but whatever is holding them just gets tighter.
I can hear footsteps coming towards me against the rustling of the bed covers. Am I even in my own bed?
The footsteps get closer until I heat them stop on my left. The body climbs onto the mattress and lays along my body. A groan escapes my captor and a delicate arm rests on my naked chest.
I don't make a noise. I don't move.
"Mhmmm, it's about time you woke up. I feel like I've been waiting for hours."
A soft hand begins to run up and down my chest. I gather enough courage to ask the questions that anyone in my situation would ask.
"Who are you? Why am I tied to a bed? Why are you doing this? Who are you?!"
The lithe, smooth body beside me chuckles. I can feel a soft shaking on my side.
Is she laughing at me? No one, and I mean no one, laughs at Logan Huntzbergers expense. I ask again in a more demanding tone.
"Who are you?"
My questions goes unanswered once more. The body next to mine shifts so that I can feel my waist being straddled. A feminine voice comes out inches before my face.
"You kept me waiting for so long. Such a naughty boy. I should punish you for being so bad."
This is getting pretty hot. Punish me? How about take off the blindfold so I can see my smooth, soft-skinned captor. I repeated the sentiment out loud.
"Aww, that wouldn't be fun at all. Don't you like fun? We are about to have a lot of it."
Yes! Oh Gawd, yes I want to have fun. Just shut up Huntzberger. Just shut up and enjoy the fun.
With that thought my body become less tense and certain parts of my body became excited in anticipation of the...fun.
Her body shifted, putting her weight onto my pelvic bone.
Oh Gawd. It felt so....good.
I groaned at the sensation. Her face moved towards mine once her body had stopped squirming. Her sweet breath fanned across my face.
"I just lay there all night. Thinking of all the fun we could have once you woke up. Even just thinking about it is getting me...excited all over again."
Her hips ground against my now pronounced erection. She kissed behind my ear. Then down to the hollow of my neck, trailing across towards my Adam's apple. The kisses were soft, with parted lips that left wet traces of past explorations. Her breath cold on the wettened spots causing a delicious contrast against the rest of his skin which was warm in comparison.
"Who are you?" I questioned once again in a shaky voice.
"I am going to make you feel so good." The mysterious female continued to trail her kisses down my chest, continuing down my stomach and stopping at the V of my hips.
Her teeth drag further down until they reached the elastic of my boxers. Her light laughter caused a very pleasant sensation.
"I like your boxers. I never thought that reindeer could be...erotic."
What? Reindeer? What boxers am I wearing? Oh crap, not the reindeer with condoms on their antlers. My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of teeth dragging down my boxers to my knees. The feeling of lips pressing softly up my thighs from my knees muffled anything she may have said between kisses
" How kiss very...horny kiss of you kiss Logan."
I could feel her lips stop so close to where I wanted them. This was torture, she wasn't moving.
"Logan,"
Her lips leave my hip as she says my name softly and all I feel is soft hair fan around my crotch.
"Logan."
Her breath warm against my erection.
"Logan!"
My eyes fly open and my body plummets to the ground.
What the?
"Huntzberger- WAKE UP! Someone is at the door for you."
What the hell was Lanny doing in my dream? Wait- not dreaming anymore. Crap. Whoever is at the door better be on the verge of death or they soon will be. Interrupting the best dream I've had in weeks just to talk to me at- 11:30? I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was buried under my heavy leather jacket and that no sound could have escaped it.
"Goodmorning sunshine, rough night?" at with that Lanny left my room laughing to himself but stopped to say " although you might want to make yourself...decent before greeting your friend." His laughter continued till I could no longer hear it past his room doors.
Confused at his decent comment I looked down at my myself and saw my straining erection tenting my bowers.
Oh.
I grabbed my towel out of my closet with the intention of going to the private bathroom that was in Lanny's and my dorm, but when opening the door to the common room I ran into Stephanie causing myself to fall down onto her and causing her to yelp. After some initial embarrassment(on my part, after all I was sporting some pretty heavy morning wood) I shot up and offered her a hand as well.
"Whoa, nice to see you too Logan, although probably not as nice for me as it is for you."
"Shut up Steph, it's morning and your in the way of my morning shower." I defended. Stephanie was pretty and all but I don't make "friends" out of my existing friends. It made things awkward.
"All pleasant dreams aside, I did come here for a reason. Maggie wants me to drop off some invites to her sister's party for you. She had to go to a family thing this morning so I offered since my morning class got cancelled." She pushed two envelopes- one blue and one pink into my hand.
"The second is for any date you might bring. It's a themed party so make sure she's up for a bit of costume fun! I still have to go drop off Finn's invite, so I'll see you later Huntzberger." She turned to make her way out of the dorm room.
"Hey wait, isn't Colin invited?"
She stopped and turned back to me at the question.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well because you just said you had to go give Finn his invite, but he and Colin live together and it seems stupid to make two trips, thats all."
Stephanie blushed and looked at her shoes.
"Oh, I already saw him this morning and gave it to him. I should go, bye!" She rushed out the door as fast as her heels could carry her. Odd.
I opened the blue invite and read the date. Friday, four days away. Who should I take. Blue eyes and brown hair popped into my head instantly.
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With Rory
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The smell of hot glue woke me up for the sixth time this month. I dragged myself to the bathroom, but was interrupted in my journey when my cell phone rang. I picked it up without looking at the caller id. I mumbled a hello.
"Well hello to you too sleeping grouchy. How are you this lovely morning?"
"Teddy, Teddy, Teddy. Paris woke me up this morning AGAIN with her crafts, which means she unhooked my alarm clock AGAIN which means I missed my morning class, and you ask me how I am? I'm tired Teddy. I'm tired, I'm grouchy and I haven't had any coffee or food yet. That's how I am Teddy."
Teddy sighed into the phone an began several sentenced he didn't finish.
"Listen, about what- no, um... See, it's like things have become- crap, shit! Ok, this is what it's like, it's like- Arugh! Damnit, I wanted to say thank you about handling the whole Maggie thing for me. Okay?"
I sighed at his awkwardness about this topic. Time to segue.
"How do you know I took care of it?"
"Because your Rory, and Rory gets things done."
I chuckled and a silence filled the line.
"Good point," I continued, not really knowing what to say at that moment, "So anything else or can I go get breakfast?"
"Well, I was also calling to see if you want to go to a party a friend of mine is throwing. You need a break and I need an excuse to get drunk with my best friend."
"I do not need a break, and I have exams coming up, what I need is to study, and don't think I can't see you rolling your eyes from here mister."
Teddy groaned "Exams are weeks away, you need to RELAX. Hear me? Reeeeee-laaaaax. And we both know I'm just going to keep calling and asking until your just say yes, so just say yes and then you can go eat and coffee up!"
I contemplated my options. I could say yes and be dragged to a kegger, or say no and be stuck on the phone for the next hour with multiple similar calls in my future and long rambling messages in my inbox until the party which was-
"When is it?"
"Is that a yes?"
I sighed.
"Yes, it's yes, so when is it?"
"This week Friday, and I'll be checking you purse for books, bye!"
"But what if I get bored while your doing something else? I need at least one book!"
"I said bye Rory!"
I sighed again.
"Fine bye!" With a click that announced he had hung up I continued, "But I said nothing about an audio book on my ipod, you jerk." I stuck my tongue out at the phone.
I shoved my phone in my purse and grabbed some pants and changed into them. Throwing a jacket on over my pj top I grabbed my purse and was out the door. I glanced at my watch and saw that in half an hour they would close the caf so that they could prepare lunch. I wouldn't make it in time but I had to try so I began to speed walk to the cafeteria. Gilmore's do not run- wait...Friday? Don't I have something to do on Fridays?
Oh crap.
Decision time. Face the wrath of Emily Gilmore, or the badgering of Theo...choices, choices, choices.
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Logan
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I was walking by the Yale bookstore on my way to the nearby coffee cart when a flash of brown caught my eye in the store's window. I slowed down and glanced to my side and low and behold I see Rory reading the inside cover of a book. I continued walking to the kiosk and refined my order mentally. There was little to no line and I made my way to the front of the line almost instantly.
"One medium coffee double-double and a large coffee with two chocolate shots...umm... and a blue berry muffin."
I juggled the cups in my hand and shoved the cellophane covered muffin in my bag. I pushed through the door and a bell jingled. Rory was too caught up in another books summary to have noticed my entering. I walked past the self-help and do-it-yourself books, through the autobiographies and into the fiction section to fine Rory leafing through a copy of "The Bell Jar."
I was honestly surprised she hadn't heard or seen my coming, seeing as how I had bumped into a "Twilight" display behind her. The Twilight books were stacked high and probably weren't going to be bought any time soon. The initial craze had died down and honestly I was glad. Honour had gotten on the Edward Cullen train and I was sick of hearing female sighing with every page turn. I wondered if Bella was on that train.
I placed the coffee on the vampire books and I creeped up behind her and saw she had a pair of headphones in. Teasing her would be worth any fall out later. I pushed my fingers into the sides of her stomache and she jumped up and dropped the book. She pulled her earphones out and stared at me in annoyance.
The smirk on my face was wide and it probably annoyed her more than anything else in the situation.
"You always sneak up on girls Huntzberger?" She said bending down to pick up the fallen book.
"No, just the jumpy ones."
"What can I say? Playboy's who are more arrogant than rich freak me out."
I inched closer to Rory and leaned forward. Our noses almost touching and her breath became shallower and faster. He eyes darted to my own brown eyes and down to my lips and repeated the motion twice before she held my gaze.
"Confidence Rory, not arrogance." I corrected while reaching behind her to grab a copy of "The Bell Jar." She took a few steps back until her back met the bookshelf.
"Your not telling me you haven't read "The Bell Jar" yet. I would think you'd have finished all of Plath's books in your early teens."
Rory, who was still flustered from the close contact didn't recognize my teasing and took it to be an actual question instead of the statement that I had meant it to be.
"No, I have, but-ugh, I left my copy on a plane once and I need a new copy. Have you read it?"
I chuckled at the question which was an actual question.
"Yeah, I've read it. It's good." The silence that followed was deafening to me. I was trying to find a way to bring up that party and invite her and she was shifting from foot to foot.
We both began speaking at the same time. I began "would you-" and she began "what's your-"
We shared a look and laughed a little. I conceded to her. "You go first."
"I ask going to ask "what's your favorite part?""
I replied confused "my favorite part?"
"In the book," she corrected, while holding up the aforementioned book.
"Oh, well, I don't really know. I guess the part where the the newspapers get the facts wrong, like kidnapping."
I watched as Rory's face became confused and her eyebrow raise slightly.
"Why is that your favorite part?"
'Because it pisses my father off' I thought, but said "I don't know, just shows the reality that the news is made up of more speculation then actual fact." I silently congratulated myself on my awesome BS.
Rory looked as if she didn't agree, but this wasn't a topic I wanted to explore so I asked "What's your favorite part?"
She smiled a little and said "Probably the part where she throws all her clothes off the balcony."
"Really? I would have thought it to be the one where she tries to off herself." I confessed.
She looked skeptical "why do you think that?" she questioned, and then continued "I'm not exactly the suicidal type."
I laughed. "No your not, but you are the type to appreciate well written scenes of things that most authors shy away from."
Her face became blank for a moment and then broke into a small smile.
"I am quite offended that you seem to think that I am at all predictable in any way. The only way I shall forgive you for this incorrect assumption is with coffee-"
She stopped speaking when I turned around to pick up the large coffee and presented it to her with a mockingly exaggerated bow.
"What were you saying about being predictable?" I asked in the same tone as when we first met in her hallway. The echo of my past words echoed in both of our ears 'Now tell me that wasn't fun.' I had said and I mimicked the stance and expression again to drive my point along further. She flushed as I did so and I knew she remembered.
I relaxed my posture and moved to stand beside Rory rather than before her. I looked at the shelf in from of me. It was full of "classic fiction." Titles like "Pride and Prejudice," "The Great Gatsby," "Oliver Twist," "Atlas Shrugged," "Huckleberry Finn," "Sense and Sensibility," "Little Women," "Anne of Green Gables," "To Kill a Mockingbird," and "The Bell Jar" graved the spines of the books in front of me.
I had first editions of all these books, and many other classics as well. No one would be surprised that I could afford them. I was suddenly struck by the thought that perhaps Rory could afford them, and had them as well.
"So who are you?" I spoke aloud, surprising Rory after breaking the silence. Another silence filled the space between us as I stared at her and she stared at the book she was holding. This silence, unlike the silences before, was awkward. I didn't want it to continue to I added.
"I mean to say, I thought you were Rory Gilmore, but then it turns out your Lorelai Leigh Gilmore Hayden. So who are you?"
Rory let the question settle in and when it seemed she could word her answer correctly she spoke
"Does it matter who I am? To quote a Shakespeare "a rose by another other name should smell sweet." I don't think it matters who I am, but rather what I am. I'm Rory, My last name shouldn't matter. Your Logan, but does being a Huntzberger make you any less Logan? So I don't think it matters who I am. It doesn't define me."
Another silence filled the space between us. A dozen responses flitted through my head- both as poignant as her answer and as dull-witted as a stoner siting in front of the television. But for some reason I cannot fathom this is what came out of my mouth:
"Such a cliché thing to quote," and before I could backtrack and say something more intelligent she laughed.
"I suppose it is cliché, but they are cliché for a reason. They are very true."
Unable to think of a segue into a less awkward topic I began " So is the musings of Sylvia Plath the only reason that you are here?"
She shook her head " No, I originally came here looking for a pocket sized book that I could read in case I get bored, but I couldn't find the small books anywhere."
"Well then, why didn't you ask the cashier?"
She sighed, "I tried, but apparently she must be a transfer student or something because she doesn't speak English well enough for her to understand me and I don't speak French enough well enough to understand me, and Greg, the usual cashier, must be out on an errand or something because she's the only employee here."
I grabbed her hand with my left hand, as my right hand was holding my coffee, and led her to the counter where a small blonde woman was reading a worn leather book..
"Bonjour..." I trailed, glanving at her name tag, "Radelle. Mon ami ici est regarde une tres petit livre qu'elle peut inscrit elle poche. Elle est regarde une poche de grandeur livre? Comprenez-vous ? Pardon mon atroce Francais, mais il a ete un bon nombre d'années depuis mon dernier voyage en France."
Radelle looked amused and in my peripheral vision I could see a shocked Rory.
"Ce n'est aucun problème, votre français est vraiment pas que mal pour quelqu'un qui ne l'a pas parlé dans beaucoup d'années. C'est bien mieux que mon Anglais. J'ai juste bougé ici sur un programme de change et avoir toujours le problème en empoignant la langue, j'ai seulement reçu cet emploi parce qu'ils étaient courts donné. Oh mon Dieu, pardon mon randonnée! Cela vient d'être si depuis longtemps j'étais capable de parler le français!"
I chuckled quietly "Ce n'est pas un problème. Maintenant le livre?" I reminded her.
"Oui, oui!" She quickly darted to the door behind the counter and after some rustling began to pull out a rotating rack. I looked over to Rory. Her jaw was open as wide as her eyes.
"What?" I defended, "I can speak French."
Radelle pushed the rack infront of the counter.
"Nous devons le garder caché parce que ces livres sont volés tout à fait facilement. Il est parce qu'ils sont si faciles de se cacher." She explained.
"She they have to keep the rack hidden until asked for because its easy to steal them because they are so small and easy to hide."
Rory face changed from shock to amusement. "Ironic that the reason they sell is also the reason they are stolen." She went to the rack and started to spin in while taking in the different selections.
I turned from Rory to see Radelle looking at me. I smiled and then joined Rory in her book browsing. After a few minutes of skimming the rack she still could not decided between five of the books she wanted.
"Get them all," I said, "then you'll have choices whenever you want to read 'on the go'."
She looked up at me with something unknown to me in her eyes so I continued, " or not, whatever you want."
She continued looking at me until she finally said "Your right. I should just get them all. Perhaps that is who Rory is suppose to be." And with a sad sort of glance she picked up the books and went to pay for them leaving me there confused. I followed her to the cashier and again out the door. And the question fell from my lips without realizing what I was saying.
"Why so sad Ace? I thought books made you happy."
She smiled a little and said "No, I am happy. I don't know I'm probably just hungry, I overslept and missed out on breakfast."
I smiled to myself and reached into my bag and pulled out the muffin I had bought when buying the coffee. "Like blueberry?" I questioned.
Her face mirrored the shock I saw only moments ago when I spoke French.
"You, Huntzberger, are a God. First coffee, then books and now food? You've provided for everyone of my needs in the last half hour. You know, you should charge for your services, you'd make a fortune."
She began to walk away when she stopped. She turned around and I could see a reciet dangling from her fingers.
"I think this is for you."
Now I was confused.
"But I didn't buy anything."
She rolled her eyes.
"Well, I doubt I made much of an impression on Radelle in there, so the phone number written here must be for you."
I glanced at the paper and sure enough there was Radelle's name with a number and heart written below it with the words 'Call moi' written. I looked up again to see an Rory with an expression of both amusement and annoyance. A rare combination that was almost never seen on a face.
"What can I say? Even when I don't hit on them they still find me loveable." A plan suddenly formed in my head. The perfect way to ask her out.
"Why don't you keep this. I think Radelle is better off practicing her English then going out partying." I shoved me hand holding the reciet into her purse and sneakily pulled her phone out while removing my hand. Rory was too busy staring into the book shop window to notice. Hmm...interesting. I glanced as well and saw Radelle staring back and Rory and once catching my eye waved coyly.
"Told you," I said, "They just can't get enough."
She rolled her eyes.
"Oh please, your probably the first person whose understood what she was saying in weeks. I thnk she likes you more for your compliments and for you."
I laughed softly. "Rory, I never so much as hinted that I was interested. Because contrary to what you believe I'm not, cuz I'm not a complete man-whore."
Hearing these things often enough the misconception didn't bother me anymore. I began walking back slowly twirling Rory's phone in my pocket.
"I'll talk to you later Ace."
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Whoo, 4000 words. The reason it took me so long to update was honestly the beginning. I've been trying to be more mature in my writing but it took some time for me to stop being uncomfortable about it. Props for anyone who can find the Canadian reference!
Things to look out for in the next chapter:
TEDDY/THEO!!! -whooo
MISUNDERSTANDINGS-BOO!
Lorelai/Luke- BOO X 2
Colin & Finn- whooo X 2