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Chapter 8 – Nouns, Adjectives and Adverbs
Logan heard Rory's jacket hit the limo floor and he moved his mouth away from her lips and onto her neck. His mouth found her pulse and sucked gently.
"Logan…" she moaned tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck. Meanwhile his hands tried to pull her towards him. Rory had one knee on either side of him, but deliberately kept from making contact with his lap. She knew he wanted her to grind against his hardening cock, but she wanted to tease him a little first. Plus, she had every intention of winning their little game. And from the looks of things, it would be a pretty easy victory. She felt his hands run up and down the back of her thighs just flirting with the hem of her skirt. Again he gently tried to pull her into his lap but she continued to resist.
Logan never knew anything could feel this good. The bare skin of her thighs felt like heaven on earth. The skin on her neck was even sweeter than he imagined. And the way she moaned his name almost made him cum without her even touching him. He was trying to pull her into his lap hoping to relieve some of the pressure his cock was under, but she resisted. And he didn't want to push. Besides having her like this, was more than enough, more than he ever dreamed.
Rory ran her hands through his hair as he continued kissing her neck. Never in her wildest dreams did she think the night would end this way, in the back seat of a limo with Logan. He felt so incredible. The way he kissed her…the way he touched her…and the way he looked at her. No one has ever looked at her like that before…like she was the only human being in the universe.
Logan pulled away from her neck knowing if he lingered there any longer he would leave a mark. And while he would have loved nothing more than to mark her perfect white skin, marking her as his, he knew she'd have a hell of a time hiding it, let alone explaining it. His lips found hers again and she opened her mouth to him instantly. He felt her tongue sweep into his mouth and he couldn't stop himself from moaning.
The sound of Logan's moan was more than Rory could bear. She lowered herself onto his lap grinding her hips against him for a few seconds before pulling away despite Logan's effort to keep her there. He groaned first in pleasure and then in frustration.
She giggled at his frustration. "Are you ok?" she asked innocently between kisses.
"I knew you were trying to kill me, Ace," he murmured in response. He felt her smile against his lips.
"If you die, does that mean I win?" she asked. However, she didn't let him answer. Instead, she gave him a hot passion filled kiss that left him completely breathless.
Logan's heart was racing and he was struggling to catch his breath. His mind finally caught up to what she had been doing this whole time. "Win? I don't think so, Ace. I don't like to lose."
"But don't you want me to win?" she asked while lowering her body once more, letting herself momentarily push against his crotch. She watched his eyes close, reveling in the sensations she caused. "Say I win," she whispered.
At this point, Logan was so hard it hurt. He had been with more than his fair share of girls, but none of them had been able to excite him this much. He couldn't remember ever being this turned on. "I can't do that, Ace." As much as he wanted to give into her, it just wasn't in his nature to lose.
She smiled before kissing passionately him once more. "Say I win," she whispered again.
"No," he answered weakly.
She smiled at him again. "Say I win, Logan, and I'll give you a prize."
"A prize?" he asked, giving her a devilish smile.
"Yeah."
"What kind of prize?"
"You'll see," she replied. "All you have to do is say it." She began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting her flingers graze the bare skin of his chest. When she reached the last button, she bent down and placed a soft kiss on his beautiful chiseled chest before pushing the shirt off his shoulders. She looked at him, half naked, his eyes blind with lust…for her. Rory felt a throbbing between her legs. She had never been so turned on. "Say," she kisses him. "I," she kisses him harder. "Win," she kisses him again, even harder than before, and this time rubbing her body against his bare chest.
Logan was literally dizzy with want. "To hell with winning," he told himself. "I'll say whatever she wants me to say." Besides, if he was right, admitting defeat would be very satisfying. "Ok, Ace. I surrender. You win."
Rory smiled and gently kissed his lips. "Say it again," she whispered against his lips.
The look on her face was incredible. He was completely mesmerized. "You win, Ace," he repeated grazing his lips against hers. "You win. Now," he kissed her, "I want my prize."
She giggled lightly as she placed a tender kiss on his lips. "Close your eyes."
Logan smiled. He took one long, lingering look at her trying to memorize exactly how she looked at the moment. Smiling still, he obeyed.
"And keep them closed," she whispered. "Promise you won't open them until I say it's ok. Promise me, Logan."
"I promise, Ace."
Rory looked at him. His eyes were shut. The expression on his face was a mixture of anticipation and excitement. He was so beautiful. Everything about this night had been like a dream…seeing Kevin and her parents, finally being home, having Logan say she was beautiful, kissing him, their perfect kiss, and now this. Tonight was her night, karma's way of repaying her for what happened her last few weeks in London. Tonight she was going to live out a fantasy. Rory moved Logan's hands off her and placed them at his sides. Then, before she could talk herself out of it, she pulled her tank top over her head. She looked over at him to make sure he wasn't peaking before removing her strapless bra as well. "Don't open your eyes," she whispered as she settled herself onto his lap.
Logan groaned at the contact. "I'll keep them closed, Ace. I promise." She moved further into his lap and her center made contact with his crotch. "Finally," he thought. He felt her grab both of his hands and lace their fingers together. Then he felt her lips brush his gently.
"Keep your eyes closed," she commanded.
"I will, Ace. I promise." Logan had no intention of opening his eyes. This was too incredible. He couldn't see her, but he could hear her, smell her, and feel her. It was so amazing…and completely erotic. She began kissing him, gently at first. When she opened her mouth to him allowing him to deepen the kiss, she unlaced their fingers and released his hands. Logan's hands found her waist and made contact with the bare skin of her lower back. They continued to kiss each other passionately and he slowly moved his hands further and further up. It then occurred to him that his hands were midway up her back and he had yet to make contact with the hem of her shirt. He quickly ran both his hands all over the skin of her back. No shirt. "Oh my God," he thought.
"Keep your eyes closed," she whispered into his mouth.
Logan nodded in response because he couldn't come up with anything to say. His mind went blank when he realized she had taken her top off. Deepening the kiss even more he pulled her toward him and was rewarded with the feeling of her naked breasts against his bare chest. "Oh my God, Ace."
Rory only moaned in response as she continued to kiss him feverishly. She then began rocking back and forth…her chest rubbing against his, her center grinding against his rock hard erection. It was mind blowing, better than anything she had ever experience.
Logan struggled to keep his promise. He wanted to open his eyes, not only to look at the soft, curvaceous body that was pushing against him, but also to see the expression on her beautiful face. He could hear her breathing heavily. The soft moans she was emitting let him know she was enjoying herself as much as he was, and he could only imagine how glorious his Ace looked at that moment. He let his hands wander first to the hem of her denim miniskirt then underneath it. "Wow…a thong. My kind of girl." His hands began to caress her ass, squeezing it gently and making her moan. Pushing her skirt up all the way, he pulled her in even closer so that the only thing separating her core from his cock was the lace of her panties and the material of his pants and boxers. With his hands on her hips and his eyes still closed, Logan began guiding her center up and down the length of his erection.
"Oh God…" she panted. "Logan…" Rory felt like she was on fire. She could feel the contours of his cock through her panties. He was so hard. He felt so good. She began to feel the wonderful pressure of a building orgasm and so started grinding even harder against his length.
Logan had been holding back for quite some time, but he knew he had to cum soon. The feel of her breasts against him had almost done him in. Now, not only were their chests rubbing together, but their crotches as well. He was ready to explode. He could tell she was close without even seeing her face. Her heavy moaning and panting gave her away, not to mention the increased speed of her movements. He squeezed his eyes shut determined not to break his promise to her. Besides, not being able to see her seemed to heighten his other senses because what he was feeling was beyond anything he had ever experienced before.
"Logan!" she screamed as she continued to thrust harder and harder against his cock. She was pressed up against him, her arms wrapped around him, holding on for dear life. Then suddenly, she felt nothing but bliss, sheer bliss. Her orgasm was so perfect it sent shock waves throughout her body. She screamed his name again.
The sounds of her pleasure and the way her body shook as his name escaped her lips was Logan's breaking point. He thrust his hips against her a few more times, riding out the wave of his own orgasm while emitting grunts, curses, and the name Rory.
The two remained in that position, her straddling him, their bare chests pressed together, and their arms around each other holding on as if their lives depended on it. His face was buried in her hair and even after all that time, he still had his eyes closed. Struggling to catch their breaths, neither one dared to break the silence in the still moving car.
Minutes passed and after feeling her pulse start to beat normally, Rory spoke first. "Are your eyes still shut?" she asked.
"Yes," he breathed. Logan was still out of breath, not to mention totally overwhelmed by the situation. Never had NOT having sex felt this good.
"Ok…don't open them yet," she told him as she reluctantly pulled away from him. She instantly felt cold without the body contact. Pulling on her bra and then her tank top as quickly as possible, she ran a hand through her hair and sat next to him before speaking again. "You can look now," she informed him.
Logan opened his eyes slowly. He took in her disheveled appearance and smiled, "Hi." It was the only thing his brain could come up with.
She smiled back at him, "Hi." Surprisingly, the situation was not the least bit awkward. "I think we're here."
"Where?" he asked confused.
She giggled. "Your dorm. I think we're here."
Looking out the window, Logan indeed saw the building. His mind was still a bit foggy, but he was doing his best not to seem like a complete idiot in front of her. "Yeah…this is it." He quickly pulled his shirt on and started buttoning it. He missed a few, but was way beyond caring. "Do you want to come in?" he asked hopefully.
"Do I want to come in? Yes. And no. I don't regret anything that had happened between us so far, but I'm not at all ready to take things further. And knowing what I know about Logan, he'd want to take things further." Looking into his eyes, she reluctantly shook her head. "I…shouldn't…I mean, I can't…I don't think we should…I mean…" She was flustered and not sure of what to say.
Logan was confused at her reaction. All of a sudden realization hit him and he understood her hesitation. "No," he stopped her. Trying to clarify, he continued, "I didn't mean 'do you wanna come in' like 'do you wanna come in.' I meant do you want to come in."
Confused, she looked back at him still unsure of what to say, "Huh?"
"Ok," he laughed at himself and the situation. "That didn't make sense to me either. I'm not inviting you in for any nefarious reason. I just…I don't think…no…I know I don't want this night to end yet so I'm inviting you in," he said sounding more assured.
Rory looked at him skeptically still not sure what she should do.
Taking her right hand in his and lacing their fingers, Logan continued, "We don't have to…do anything. We can just talk…or not talk. You can tell me more about London. We can order some food and watch TV…or put on a movie. I'll let you go through my books if you want. I know how much you love the books," he teased. "And if you ask nicely, I'll even let you flit through a few of my college text books," he kidded. He saw the corners of her mouth turn up in the beginnings of a smile. He could tell she was trying not to laugh. She was so beautiful. Looking into her eyes, he decided to just go with honesty. Changing the tone in his voice, he told her truthfully, "I just really don't want to say good night yet, Ace." His eyes were pleading with her and he looked so sincere.
She looked into his face and she felt her resolve turn to mush.
Logan couldn't let her go…not yet. This night was one of the best he'd had in a long time, even before the dry hump in the limo. Being with her was so incredible and he wasn't ready for it to be over. "Please. Ace. Come inside. I'll make you coffee," he offered.
"Damn you," she said with a smile. "You know I can't say no to coffee."
Logan smiled, relieved that his time with her wasn't up yet. "I do recall you having an obsession with that particular beverage. Now come on, let's get you some coffee." He opened the door and climbed out, pulling her behind him. He released her hand momentarily and made his way to the driver's window to tell the man where he could park until Rory was ready to leave.
Logan unlocked his door and let Rory in. "Make yourself at home, Ace. I'll be right back," he told her heading in the direction of his room. "I just wanna change my…. I'll be right back." He smiled when she blushed realizing why he needed to change. Logan couldn't remember the last time anything less than actual intercourse had been so exciting. He hadn't cum in his pants since puberty, but their backseat rendezvous was more mind blowing than any of his recent conquests. After slipping into a fresh pair of boxers, he pulled on grey sweatpants and his favorite Yale t-shirt. When he walked back into the common area, he found Rory looking around.
Rory was impressed with now tidy the room was until she realized Logan and Kevin were probably not the ones keeping it clean. "How often does the maid come?" she asked playfully.
He chuckled and only slightly embarrassed answered, "Two or three times a week. It would be less than that. She was only supposed to come in to clean the bathroom, but we have a Finn. And he requires a lot more care."
Understanding completely, Rory laughed lightly and continued looking around the suite. The common room was the size of your average living room and had two doors on opposite ends no doubt leading to the bedrooms. She knew this was more than likely one of the larger dormitory suites on campus, no doubt a perk from being born into their families. It wasn't a room assigned to your average freshman. She had no doubt Mitchum and her father, not to mention her grandfather, pulled a few strings to get the boys this room.
"It's nice. I like it," she told him.
Logan wasn't sure why, but her liking his room made him very happy. "I'm glad, Ace. I love how much space we have. This suite is normally for four people, but you know…"
"Yeah." She understood perfectly. Rory, like Logan, was raised in privilege. She never openly flaunted her family's wealth, but she owned nice things and accepted the perks that came with the names Gilmore and Hayden. She knew how lucky she was and she was grateful.
"And don't worry, Ace. I'm sure your room will be just as nice. Do you know who you're rooming with yet?"
"Hopefully Steph." Stephanie Vanderbilt was Rory's age and a friend of all of theirs. She actually attended Chilton for two years before being shipped away to boarding school in Switzerland. The two stayed in contact the whole time Rory was in London and visited each other's schools when they could.
"Really?"
"Yeah, if she can pry herself away from all the boutiques in Europe by the time school starts in the fall."
He laughed. "That sounds like Steph. Do you know where you two are living?"
"No, not yet. Technically, Steph and I haven't been assigned together yet, so I really hope that works out."
"A Hayden and a Vanderbilt requesting to be placed together?" he asked sarcastically. "I'm pretty sure it'll work out for you, Ace."
"I hope so, but remember Haydens aren't a legacy here."
"Yes, but Gilmores are. And I'm sure Richard has probably already called the registrar's office on your behalf."
"Probably? Have you met Richard and Emily Gilmore? I'd be surprised if they didn't personally speak to the Dean."
He laughed again. "Why'd you decide to come here instead of Harvard? Not that I'm not thrilled you're here, Ace." He had just finished putting a pot of coffee on for her and was heading for the couch. When he sat down, she made herself comfortable next to him. His hand automatically found hers and he pulled her closer to him so she was leaning against him. Rory snuggled into his side and both were surprised at how natural it felt.
"I thought about going to Harvard. When Kevin and I were little, we used to joke that one of us had to go to Harvard and the other to Yale to keep our grandfathers from killing each other. You, Colin and Finn were coming here and Kevin wouldn't dream of breaking up the group so he became a Yalie, which meant I should have been Harvard bound. I almost was, but I've already been away for so long and I really missed my parents and Kevin…and you guys," she reluctantly admitted. "It was a hard decision."
"How long was your list?" he teased.
She glared playfully at him and lightly smacked his arm. "Don't mock my lists."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Ace. It fact, I'm thinking about building a shrine to it since it's the reason you'll be at Yale." He tightened the grip he had on her and she snuggled deeper into his side. "How upset were Straub and Francine?"
"Pretty upset," she admitted. "Grandpa called everyday for a month trying to talk me into going to Harvard. He was pretty mad…and he wasn't the only one." She muttered that last part under her breath but he still heard her.
"Who else was mad?" he asked curiously.
"Uh…no one," she answered dropping her eyes and looking away from him for the first time since they started talking.
"Come on, Ace, you can tell me. You can tell me anything. Who else was mad?"
"Should I tell him? I want to tell him, to confide in him. Logan was always a good friend. I was always able to talk to him. And after everything that happened tonight, I trusted him more than ever." Turning to face him, she studied his expression. "Yeah, I trust him." Looking down momentarily, she smiled when she saw their hands clasped together. When she looked up, she found his warm eyes staring intently at her.
"Who else was mad?" he prodded. He didn't know how anyone could be upset at Rory…not with those eyes.
"Um…my boyfriend," she whispered
Logan tensed. His eyes widened in panic. He felt his stomach drop, like someone had just sucker-punched him in the gut. "She has a boyfriend?"
Seeing his concern, Rory immediately corrected herself. "At the time. My boyfriend at the time. We're broken up," she assured him.
"Thank God," he thought. "Don't scare me like that, Ace," she said pulling her toward him and kissing her cheek. He had no idea what exactly the status of their relationship was…or would be, but her having a boyfriend would be terrible for him."Sorry," she said with a smile. "I should have probably mentioned that we were broken up first."
"Yeah," he stated simply. "From now on let's call him your ex-boyfriend. So he was mad?" he asked trying to sound supportive. "What a jerk," he thought.
"Yeah, he was mad. He's from Boston," she explained, "and he's going to Harvard. And he thought I was too, so we wouldn't have to break up or try to do the whole long distance thing. When I decided to go to Yale, we started having problems…arguing about our future together. He didn't think I was committed enough…whatever that means. Eventually we decided to try to stay together, but it wasn't the same. We were fighting more and more often. Then…at a party a couple of weeks before graduation…" she paused not wanting to continue. The memory was still painful. "Well…we just broke up," she stared simply, trying to keep her face from showing any signs of sadness. It didn't work.
Logan knew her too well. He knew there was probably more to that story, but he didn't want to push her. If and when she was ready to tell him, she would. "I'm sorry." What else could he say?
"Really?" she asked skeptically trying to lighten the mood.
"Not that you guys are broken up. I'm not sorry about that," he answered honestly. "But I'm sorry that you got hurt…or that he made you sad…or if you're still sad. I don't want you to be sad, Ace."
"I'm not," she told him squeezing his hand. "At least I wasn't tonight. Tonight's actually the most fun I've had in a while. Thank you," she said smiling at him.
"Anytime, Ace," she said as he kissed a spot behind her ear. "I had a lot of fun too." More fun than he'd had with any girl. And it wasn't just the semi R-rated activities in the back seat of the limo, although that was definitely a highlight. He enjoyed talking to her…laughing and joking with her. He'd never been friends with any of his bedmates. And while he would never put Rory in that category, he was pleasantly surprised that he could have a real conversation with a girl that he was attracted to…very attracted to. "But it's not over yet. Are you hungry?" he asked wanting to lighten the mood a bit.
"Come on, Logan," she said playfully, "I haven't been away long enough to change that much."
Laughing lightly, he said, "That's true. Your appetite is truly a marvel, Ace. For as long as I've known you, I don't think I've ever heard you turn down a meal. It's refreshing."
"Why?"
"Because most girls I know don't eat. I love that you do. So…pizza?"
"With everything."
"Of course." Logan got up to order them a pizza, while Rory began flipping channels to find them something to watch. Logan smiled at how comfortable she looked there…at his place…like she belonged there…with him. "God it's been a weird night. How did I end up here? If anyone asked me a few hours ago what I thought I'd be doing at 1AM, never in a million years would I have guessed this. She is so beautiful. My Ace has really grown up. My Ace? I like the sound of that. Oh jeez, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna tell Kevin? He's gonna kill me."
As if on cue, his cell phone rang. It was Kevin. "Hey, Kev."
"Hey, man. Do you know if Rory left the party already? I tried her cell, but it's going straight to voicemail."
"Yeah," he replied. "She's here actually." He didn't want to lie to Kevin again and the situation was pretty innocent…at least right now. He'd hardly touched her since they got there…at least not any lascivious way.
"Where's there? Are you still at the party?"
"No, we left." Logan wasn't sure what he should tell Kevin. He wanted to be honest, but the complete truth was out of the question. "She was still a little queasy," he lied looking over at Rory who was listening to his side of the conversation, "and I thought some food might help." Ok that was another lie. "We are dealing with Rory's stomach after all. So we're back at the dorm waiting for a pizza."
"You're at the dorm? Are Colin and Finn with you?"
"No. I couldn't find them." Another lie.
"Oh. I'm sorry, Logan. You must think I'm a jerk. You shouldn't be the one babysitting my sister."
"God I suck," thought Logan. "Kevin, it's fine…really. I'm happy to do it. I haven't spent time with her, literally, in years. I'm having fun. I swear."
"Yeah, but you had to ditch those two hotties to hang out with her and I know you were looking to get some action tonight."
"Oh if you only knew," thought Logan. "I'm good." That was the complete and honest truth. The interlude in the limo left him completely satisfied. "Besides I'm assuming you got enough action for the both of us," he said with chuckle. Rory rolled her eyes at that comment and Logan heard Kevin laugh on the other end.
"No complaints here," said Kevin with a laugh. "Can I talk to her?"
"Uh…yeah." He handed Rory the phone before heading to the kitchen area to pour her some coffee.
"Hi, Kevin."
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
"You shouldn't be drinking."
"Shut-up. I didn't drink that much. I just didn't have a lot to eat today. Plus I was on a plane for hours and hours. My body's just exhausted. But I'm fine. I'll feel better once I have some food in my system."
"I'll be there in a little while."
"I thought you were spending the night with the plastic blond," she said sarcastically.
Kevin chose to ignore that little dig at his date for the evening and said, "I was, but I feel bad dumping you on Logan."
"Dumping me on Logan? God you make me sound like a bag of fertilizer. We're fine. We ordered a pizza and he's pouring me coffee as we speak. I'm fine. He's fine. We're both fine so stay where you are. No need for you to upset 'Shower Stacey.'"
"Could you not call her that? It sounds…"
"Dirty?" she offered.
"God you are so much like mom."
"Thank you."
"Seriously, Rory, I'll be there soon."
"You don't have to, Kevin. I don't need a babysitter."
"What would you call Logan?"
"A friend I haven't seen in years that I'm hanging out with?"
Kevin was not really in the mood to leave Stacey's. It was late and because of their recent activities, he was a bit exhausted. But he felt guilty about abandoning Rory and ruining Logan's night. Logan never left a party without a girl. And while he was grateful that someone was there to look after Rory, he felt guilty that it fell to Logan. But hey, the two were friends and he was glad they were getting along.
"Fine," he relented. "But call me if you change your mind."
"I won't."
"And don't stay too late."
"Whatever."
"But if it gets too late, send the driver home and just sleep in my room."
"In your bed? Which is probably caked with all kinds of DNA? Gross! No thank you."
"The maid was there this afternoon. Fresh sheets."
"Still icky. I'll head home as soon as we finish eating."
"Make sure to thank Logan."
"Thank Logan?"
"Yeah, you totally cock blocked him tonight. So apologize first. And then thank him for taking care of you, lightweight," he said mocking his baby sister.
Rory couldn't believe her ears. Kevin actually wanted her to apologize to Logan because he thought she kept him from getting laid. Was he serious? "I'm going to assume that you're either kidding or drunk, Kevin, because I will not do either."
"Rory…"
"No! That's stupid!"
Too tired to continue the conversation, Kevin just sighed. "Whatever, Ror. I'm tired. Tell Logan thank you…from me," he said stressing the last two words.
"That, I'll do," she agreed. "Good night, Kevin."
"Night, Rory."
She hung up the phone and eagerly accepted the mug Logan offered her.
"What was that about?" he asked with a smirk.
Taking a sip of the hot liquid, she closed her eyes savoring the flavor before answering. Smiling broadly, she summed up Kevin's request. "Kevin told me to apologize to you…for being a cock block," she told him as seriously as she could.
Logan burst out laughing. "Oh my God, are you serious?"
"Yes. I won't be doing that by the way," she said dryly.
"No problem," he said still laughing.
"He also asked me to thank you for taking care of me, which I will do. And he asked me to thank you for him. So," she said leaning into him and placing a soft kiss on his lips, "thank you."
"You're very welcome, Ace," he said with a smirk.
She smiled up at him and added in a whisper mere inches from his lips, "Oh and the 'thank you' kiss was from me not Kevin."
Laughing lightly he replied dryly, "Kinda figured." They laughed and he pulled her into a hug. "I don't know how many times I've laughed tonight," he thought. "She is so much fun." He didn't want to spoil their fun by acknowledging the elephant in the room, but someone had to do it. "Speaking of Kevin..."
"Let's not." Rory knew it would come up sooner or later, but she wanted it to be later…much later.
He pulled out of the embrace, but continued to hold her in his arms. "I don't like lying. And I really hate lying to him. I've never lied to Kevin before."
"I know. Me too, but…can we talk about it tomorrow?" she asked trying to stall.
"Ace…"
"Logan," she interrupted, "tonight has been amazing for me…perfect even. I kind of just want to keep it that way. Please. I promise we'll talk tomorrow. We'll decide tomorrow, but right now…I just want to enjoy tonight. Please," she asked giving him her Bambi eyes.
"So not fair, Ace," he complained, but he was smiling. "How do you expect me to stand a chance against that face?"
"I don't," she said with a pout smile.
He leaned in and kissed her mouth, not being able to resist. "Ok. We'll talk about what to tell Kevin tomorrow. But does that mean we're… are you and me…I mean is this…do you want to….are we…" Logan wasn't sure what they were. He wasn't even sure what he wanted them to be. All he knew was he liked her…a lot.
Rory laughed at his inability to form a complete sentence.
"You think this is funny, Ace?" he asked half serious, half laughing with her.
"A little," she admitted. "I'm not sure what this is either, Logan. Can we put off that conversation until tomorrow too? No heavy stuff tonight, ok…just fun. I don't know what this is. I just…I know I like it…whatever it is. And…I know I like you," she confessed looking away from him and blushing.
'I like you.' Never had three words strung together sounded so great. "She likes me." Logan smiled broadly at the thought. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her face. "I like you too, Ace," he admitted, "a lot."
Rory smiled up at him and pushing herself up on her toes, she crashed her lips into his. "Six years," she thought. "It took me over six years to tell him that I liked him. But he said it back! So worth the wait." The kiss became more intense and Logan moved her back in the direction of the couch. They were only a few feet away from it when a load knock sounded on the door.
"Go away!" she yelled at the door.
"Pizza," said a voice from the other side of the door.
Logan couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face. He could tell she was trying to decide which she'd rather do more, eat or continue kissing him. He considered being offended, but knowing Rory's appetite, he decided to just laugh. He pulled away from her and brought in her pizza. After setting up the pizza and some drinks on the coffee table, the two spent the next couple of hours eating and talking…and laughing and kissing…basically getting to know each other again. By the time he escorted her out to the waiting limo it was nearly 4 AM.
They walked slowly, neither wanting the night to be over, but both knowing it was coming to an end. "Come over tomorrow?" she said. "Mom's having a welcome home lunch for the grandparents. We can sneak away and talk…figure things out."
"Wouldn't miss it, Ace," he answered before leaning in for their last kiss of the evening. Rory melted into his arms. The kiss was slow and gentle, like the first one they shared in the alley. It was perfect. He pulled away after a few minutes. Before letting her go completely, he sighed and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Rory couldn't help but be reminded of their moment under the mistletoe more than six years earlier. She looked up at him just like she did six years ago and then he smiled at her.
"See you tomorrow," he promised.
"Good night, Logan."
"Great night, Ace," he corrected. He helped her into the car and walked around to the driver's side. Through the window she saw him give the driver what she assumed was a very generous tip. He was always so generous.
The car started to pull away in the direction of Hartford. Logan waved goodbye and even though he couldn't see her because the windows were tinted, he knew she was waving back.
Rory could still smell his cologne in the car…or was it on her. Pulling her phone out of her pocket she dialed a very familiar number and was greeted by a surprisingly alert voice, "Hello?"
"Joanna."
"Rory? Late night?"
"Yeah," she said smiling.
"Someone sounds awfully chipper."
"Yeah."
"Are you back in the states?"
"Yeah."
"Did you see Logan?"
"Yeah."
"How was it?"
"Perfect."
"Really? Describe."
"There was hugging, then talking, then dancing, then flirting, then groping, then kissing, kissing, and more kissing. Then there was lying, more kissing, topless dry humping, orgasms, and then we ordered a pizza…more or less in that order."
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line.
"Joanna?"
"I'm still here. Um…ok wow. I need to sit." After a second, she returned. "Ok I'm sitting. Now start from the beginning, but this time I'll need more nouns, adjectives, and adverbs. And, Rory, so help me God, if you dare leave anything out, I will fly across this ocean and kick your scrawny American ass."