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Chapter 12 – Late for Dinner
Finn wandered lazily toward Kevin's room. Though he was eager to find out what occurred between his two friends, he knew he had to use a little bit of finesse to get Kevin to talk. Finn thought it would be best to stand back and observe for a moment in order to get a better sense of Kevin's mood. Leaning against the door frame, he watched his friend haphazardly throw items into several large moving boxes. Kevin took no care in this task. In fact, he was flinging his possessions into the boxes with much more force than was necessary. "Ok…he's pissed," thought Finn. "I wonder what this is about. He and Logan never fight. What could have happened between the two of them to get Kevin angry enough to punch Logan? And why was he handcuffed to the radiator earlier?" Finn continued to observe Kevin for a few more minutes trying to decide the best way to approach the situation. Based on the expression on Kevin's face, Finn decided to let his friend break the ice. He plopped himself down on Kevin's bed, propped his chin up with both hands, and locked his eyes onto his friend, following his movements throughout the room.
Kevin did his best to ignore him, knowing full well that Finn wanted him to initiate a conversation. He was not in the mood to talk. The conversation he'd just had with Logan was emotionally draining. On top of that, he still had to talk to Rory. Kevin was doing his best to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to keep his word…to try to get used to the idea of Logan dating Rory, but the concept was still too new…and way too weird…not to mention still slightly infuriating. He didn't want to hash things out with Finn because he knew if he did, his anger would come back and without the handcuffs, there was no way to guarantee Logan's safety. So, he continued to move about the room, picking up objects and throwing them into boxes. He tried not to look at Finn, who remained motionless on his bed watching his every move, but after a few minutes, Finn's silent stare was starting to get to him. "Quit gawking at me like that, Finn. It's unnerving," demanded Kevin.
"Seems to me you were unnerved long before I arrived," countered Finn. "Is anything the matter?" he asked innocently.
"Nope," said Kevin.
"Well then, would you care to explain what just happened between you and our fair haired friend?"
"Nope."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"What did Logan do?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, Kevin, what's going on? You and Logan never fight."
"Leave it all alone, Finn."
"Come on. Tell me."
"Go away, Finn."
"Just tell me."
"Go away," he said raising his voice a bit. Kevin could feel himself getting angry again, something he wanted to avoid.
"Not until you tell me what's going on."
"Trust me you don't want to know," he muttered. "Or did he?" thought Kevin. "Finn is just as protective of Rory as I am. He was as angry as I was when Rory told us about her relationship with Tristan. I wonder how he'll feel about Rory dating Logan?" Kevin smiled to himself.
"Tell me what's going on, Mate. What did Logan do?"
"He's got a date with Rory tonight," informed Kevin.
Finn felt his body momentarily go numb. There was no way he heard that correctly. "I'm…I'm sorry, Mate, could you repeat that?"
"Logan has a date with Rory tonight," he repeated slowly.
"Rory who?" asked Finn menacingly.
"Rory Hayden. My sister. Brown hair, blue eyes, about this high," said Kevin holding his hand up indicating Rory height.
"Logan has a date with Rory?"
"Yes."
"Logan Huntzberger?"
"Yes."
"With Rory?"
"Yes."
"Your sister Rory?"
"Yes."
"Our Rory?"
"Yes."
Kevin smiled wickedly as he watched realization seep its way into Finn's brain. He could literally see his anger grow. Without another word, Finn was up and out the door. Kevin knew exactly where Finn was headed and followed him. There was no way he was going to miss this show.
Meanwhile, in Logan's room…
Colin walked calmly into Logan's room. His friendship with Logan and Kevin spanned nearly 20 years and during that time, he had never seen the two fight…at least not about anything important. Whatever it was that just happened between, it was big. And Colin feared it had something to do with a certain blue-eyed girl. He hoped he was wrong. In fact, he prayed he was wrong. However, judging from what he and Finn just witnessed, his instincts were right…and he had never hated been right more than he did at that moment.
"So," began Colin, "guess you told Kev about you and Rory, huh?"
Logan was busy loading books into a box, but stopped immediately at Colin's question. He was genuinely shocked. "How…?"
"Jeez, Logan, what the hell is the matter with you?" yelled Colin. "Rory? How could you…?"
"Wait," interrupted Logan. "How did you know about me and Rory?"
Colin chuckled to himself. "Damn I hate being right all the time," he mumbled to himself.
"I just told Kevin. How did you find out?" asked Logan. He was honestly curious.
Colin shrugged his shoulders. "Unfortunately, I was cursed with keen powers of observation. I've spent the last two days trying to convince myself that I was imagining things…that the sparks I saw between you two at the pub were figments of my overactive imagination. I tried drowning the idea in scotch that night, and it almost worked. I had to be imagining things because there was no way you would be stupid enough to go after Rory." Ho looked intently at Logan who remained silent and stoic during Colin's rant. "But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the idea out of my head. And then yesterday during lunch, it just got worse. I tried to ignore the subtle glances you two kept giving each other. I told myself that there had to be a rational explanation for why you looked homicidal the moment Tristan walked through the door…before Rory even explained who he was and what he'd done to her. I did my best to come up with a rational explanation as to why Rory wouldn't open her door when Kevin was knocking, but opened it almost immediately when you did."
"Colin…" Logan tried to interrupt.
"On top of that, when she finally did open the door, she fell instantly into your waiting arms," Colin spat in an accusatory tone. He could feel himself starting to get angry. "You two were always friends, but you were never that close."
"Colin…"
"Please tell it's not what I think it is. Please tell me I'm crazy…that I'm reading too much in things…that I'm wrong," begged Colin.
"I can't."
"Dammit, Logan, of all the stupid, idiotic things for you to…." yelled Colin.
"Colin, please not know. I can't take another lecture right now."
"Oh…begging your pardon," said Colin angrily. "When would be a good time to tell you how incredibly stupid you are? How could you go after Rory? What were you thinking?"
"Colin, I didn't do it on purpose. I just happened. Trust me, if I could have stopped myself from feeling what I was feeling, I would have. But I couldn't. And anyway it doesn't matter. Rory and I are together now so…"
"WHAT!!! What do you mean you're together now?"
"We're dating," he admitted. "As of yesterday, Rory is my girlfriend." Logan couldn't stop himself from smiling when he said this.
Colin's jaw hit the floor. There was no way he heard that correctly. "I'm…I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"
Despite the situation, Logan chuckled to himself. He knew it would take his friends a while to get used to the idea of him being committed to one girl. He also knew it would take them even longer to accept the fact that the girl was Rory. "Rory and I are dating…exclusively. She's my girlfriend."
Colin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared at Logan's goofy grin and almost laughed out loud. The idea of Logan Huntzberger being monogamous was truly laughable. Colin began pacing back and forth across the room trying to wrap his brain around the concept of Logan having a girlfriend.
"What are you doing?" asked Logan.
"I'm looking for the portal to the alternate universe I just stepped into," answered Colin sarcastically. "Since when do you have girlfriends? What makes you think you're even capable of having a girlfriend?"
"I'm capable," declared Logan.
"Oh yeah? Since when?"
"Since Rory," he answered seriously.
Colin studied Logan's face. He had never seen that particular expression before. It was genuine…and vulnerable. "Holy shit! You're serious. You really like her."
"Yeah," he said with a hint of a smile. "I do."
"And you really think you can handle being exclusive?"
"Would you want Rory to be in a relationship that wasn't exclusive?"
"Good point. Which brings me to my next question…how could you go after Rory? What the hell were you thinking?"
"Like I said, Colin, it just happened. I can't explain it. I mean…the second I laid eyes on her…it was like something went through me. And I couldn't help it. I couldn't fight it. I couldn't stop it. It just happened."
Colin eyed his friend warily. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"Me too."
"I'm serious, Logan."
"So am I."
"This is Rory we're talking about. If you hurt her, I would not feel even the tiniest bit guilty about the ass whooping I'd give you."
"Why does everyone suddenly want to kick my ass?" he asked with a smirk.
Colin chuckled. "Because it's Rory. In fact, I'm surprised you're still breathing on your own given the fact that Kevin knows about you two. I assume you have the handcuffs to thank for that."
"Yeah."
"How'd he take it?" asked Colin.
"How do you think?"
Colin laughed to himself as he pictured Kevin's reaction. "I would have loved to have seen the look on his face when you told him, especially considering he was handcuffed to a radiator and couldn't lay a hand on you."
"It wasn't pretty. There were moments when I thought he might try to chew his own hand off just to get to me."
They both laughed. "I doubt he would have done that," said Colin. "Knowing Kevin, he'd want full use of both his fists while he beat the crap out of you."
"Funny," said Logan dryly.
"I try. In all seriousness though, be careful, Logan."
"I know."
"Because there will be a line to kick your ass if you screw this up."
"Trust me, I know. Kevin and I have already had this discussion. I swear I'm not gonna mess this up, Colin."
"Ok…but Lord help you if you do."
"I know. I know. You'll kick my ass," said Logan with a roll of his eyes.
"Yup. As soon as Kevin's done with you, Finn and I would flip a coin to see which one of us would get to go next."
Logan suddenly had a very bad thought. "Where is Finn?"
"I wanted to talk to you so I sent him to interrogate Kevin."
"Shit!" Logan made a mad dash for the door, hoping to be able to lock it shut before it was too late.
"LOGAN!!!" yelled an angry voice.
The door to Logan's bedroom was halfway closed when a tall, lean Australian body was thrown against it. Logan pushed all his weight against the door, but Finn had already managed to wedge an arm and a leg trough the entryway.
"Logan, let me in!" he demanded.
Logan remained where he was, defending the door. There was no way he was just going to let Finn into his room. Kevin and Colin could be reasoned with to some degree. Finn was an entirely different story. Logan knew that out of his three friends, Finn would take the news the worst. He had to hold him at bay for a while longer. He wasn't at all ready to face Finn yet. "What's up, Finn?" asked Logan's strained voice. The two continued to push against the door, Finn trying to force it open and Logan trying to keep him out.
"Let me in!" yelled Finn.
"I don't think so."
"Let me in!"
"No."
Kevin stood about five feet behind Finn and smiled at his handy work. "Yeah this should be very entertaining," he thought. "Was it right to sic Finn on Logan? After all, Logan had come clean about him and Rory…and he'd taken his hits like a man. Should I talk Finn down?" Kevin looked down and saw the bruise on his wrist from where he'd struggled against the handcuffs. "Nah…this will be more fun." Kevin grabbed one of the bar stools and made himself comfortable as Logan and Finn continued to struggle against the door.
"Hey, Colin," he yelled.
"Yeah," Colin shouted back from inside Logan's room.
"Twenty bucks says Finn out muscles Logan in the next three minutes."
"You're on," answered Colin. "No outside interference and countdown starts…now!"
"I can't believe you bet against me," yelled Logan's strained voice. Part of him was insulted, but another part was oddly relieved Kevin seemed to have his sense of humor back.
"Better odds," he shouted back. "Finn's about four inches taller and he's got at least 10 pounds on you."
"I can bench more than Finn," said Logan with a slight chuckle as he continued to hold Finn off.
"True, but there's an X-factor."
"What X-factor?" asked Logan.
Kevin smiled to himself before saying, "Blind rage."
"What?"
"You'll see," said Kevin. "Colin, how much time is left?"
"One minute and forty-three seconds," answered Colin. "Come on, Logan, just hold out for a little longer."
Logan tried not to laugh. It was taking all his concentration and focus to keep Finn from forcing his way in.
"Hey, Finn," said Kevin.
"What?" asked an out of breath Finn.
"Did I mention Logan started hooking up with Rory two nights ago at the pub and then brought her back here…so they could be alone?"
"AAAHHH!!!!" Finn yelled as he successfully forced the door open. He lunged at Logan, but didn't move fast enough. Logan was able to maneuver his way out the room, but Finn wasn't too far behind. Kevin watched in amusement as Finn chased Logan around the couch.
"Nice," commented Colin as he walked up to Kevin and relinquished a twenty dollar bill. "Not how I expected to spend the morning, but very amusing none the less." Colin grabbed another bar stool and pulled up a seat next to Kevin.
Kevin smiled. "Should we get snacks?" he asked with a smirk.
"I don't know. How long do you think they'll be at this?"
"Who knows," said Kevin with a shrug of his shoulders. He got up and retrieved a bag of chips from a cabinet before reclaiming his seat. "Chip?"
Colin grabbed a handful and the two sat back to enjoy the show.
Logan was skillfully avoiding Finn. The two had been running around for a few minutes and he was starting to get tired. "Finn, don't you think you've taken this far enough?"
"You've been messing around with Rory?" he asked angrily. "I'm gonna kill you."
"Thanks a lot, Kev," said Logan, not taking his eyes off Finn.
"No problem, buddy," Kevin replied with a smile despite the mouthful of potato chips.
"Finn," began Logan in a soothing tone, "it's not what you think."
"Are you going out with her tonight?"
"Yes," Logan admitted.
"Did you really leave the pub with her to bring her back here?"
"Yes."
"Then it's exactly what I think," yelled Finn.
The two did a few laps around the couch before stopping once more at opposite ends.
"No, it's not. Rory and I are dating."
"No you're not. Rory's not dating anyone…least of all you!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means…you're not going out with her tonight. I don't care if I have to tie you up or lock her in a tower. You two will not be dating. Not tonight. Not ever."
"Finn, she's my girlfriend." That was getting much easier to say.
At that declaration, Finn hoisted his foot on the edge of the couch. Using it as leverage, he leapt into the air and landed on Logan, taking him completely by surprise.
Kevin and Colin applauded and cheered. "Nice move!" declared Kevin.
"And he stuck the landing! I give it a 9.5. Well done, Finn," said Colin.
Logan ignored his friends' comments and tried to wiggle out of Finn's grasp. Unfortunately, Finn had him pinned to the ground with no intention of letting him go. "Get off me, Finn."
"What the hell is the matter with you?" he screamed as he grabbed Logan by his shirt and pulled him up off the ground. "Rory? Our Rory? Our little Rory? What the hell were you thinking?" The two were now standing, but Finn was still gripping Logan's shirt and shaking him furiously. "Wait…don't answer that. I don't want to know what was going through that sick brain of yours."
"Finn, I know this is hard for you to grasp, but Rory's not a little girl anymore. She's 18 and an adult."
"That's besides the point."
"And I know you hate the thought of us being together," he turned to face Kevin and Colin. "I know you all hate it, but you better get used it cause I'm not giving up Rory. I don't care what you guys do to me." Logan had had enough. His jaw was still sore from when Kevin hit him and on top of that, he was exhausted from all the running around with Finn. "You guys can tie me up, lock me up, beat me up. I don't care. Cause no matter what you do, I'm not going stop seeing her. We're together. She's my girlfriend and that's that," he yelled.
The declaration took them all by surprise. Finn didn't let go of him, but he could feel himself calming down. He never actually considered the possibility that Logan had real feelings for Rory.
Kevin decided to break the silence with what he was determined would be his last attack at Logan…at least for the day. "Finn, he spent last night with Rory."
Logan had no time to utter a word in his defense before a fist made contact with his face. He felt himself falling backward but was able to remain on his feet. "Fuck!!! Dammit, Finn." When his eyes were finally able to focus, he saw Kevin holding Finn's arms down.
"Enough," Kevin declared. He shoved Finn down onto the couch. "Sit down, Finn. That's enough." Kevin whispered something to Finn who frowned but eventually nodded in agreement. Turning to face Logan, he asked, "You ok?"
Logan gave an angry grunt in response and made a mental note to ask Kevin what he'd said to Finn.
"That's gonna start to swell. I'll get you some ice," offered Kevin pointing at Logan's eye.
"Thanks," answered Logan. He knew Kevin was still mad. But he was pretty sure Kevin was done punishing him for now.
"Where are you taking her?" asked Finn suddenly.
Logan's head was still buzzing from the blow that Finn inflicted. "What?" he asked confused, and still very angry at Finn for punching him.
"Rory," explained Finn, "where are you talking her tonight?" Under strict orders from Kevin, Finn was going to try to behave.
Logan accepted a bag of ice from Kevin and held it up against his right eye. "I don't know yet," he said to Finn. "I kind of just want to keep it low key. Dinner somewhere quiet, probably…so we can talk. I haven't figured it out yet."
"An Italian place," suggested Finn. "You should take her to an Italian place. She likes tiramisu. Filomena, that little place right off Central Avenue, they the best tiramisu."
"Thanks, Finn. That's a great idea. She'll love it there," Logan said with a grin. He was genuinely grateful at the suggestion.
Finn gave a curt nod before adding, "Sorry about the eye. The news kinda caught me off guard. It's just…"
"I know. It's Rory."
"Yeah," agreed Finn. "It's gonna take a while to get used to, but I know you would never do anything to hurt her so…"
"Thanks, Finn."
"All right," yelled Colin, "enough with all this mushy shit. Let's get this place packed up so Romeo over here can get ready for his big date."
"I'll call and make reservations," offered Finn.
Logan was shocked. Pleased, but shocked. "Thanks, Finn. I'll call Rory and tell her."
"7:30 sound ok?"
"Perfect." Logan went to his room for some privacy. It had bee a draining morning, both physically and emotionally. But it was worth it. The secret was out and he had a date with his girlfriend tonight. After the morning he'd had, the day could only get better.
"Hey you," she greeted after the first ring.
It was so good to hear her voice, "Morning, beautiful."
"Hi," she said shyly. Logan could practically hear her blush over the phone. "How are you? How'd it go?"
"Pretty much how I expected."
"Oh yeah? Do you have fully functional legs?" she asked playfully, referencing their conversation from that morning.
He laughed. "My legs are in tact. I was calling about our date tonight."
"What about it?"
"Well, we have a 7:30 dinner reservation at a great little Italian place, so I'll pick you up around 7?"
"Sounds good."
"Listen, I'd love to stay and talk to you a bit longer, but we really haven't made any progress with this room and the moving trucks will be here in a few hours. I should go and finish packing. I'll see you in a few hours."
"Ok. Bye, Logan."
"Bye, Ace." He was about to hang up when he heard her call his name. "Was there something else?"
"I'm really excited about tonight," she admitted.
Logan couldn't help but smile. "Me too."
"Ok. Well, I'll let you finish packing. Bye."
"Bye." Logan waited until he heard the click indicating she'd hung up. He wasn't aware he was even smiling until he went back out into the common room and Colin pointed it out.
"Wow, you look happy," teased Colin. "Little advice…tone down the smile a little. Kevin and Finn are trying, but they're still a bit uncomfortable with the situation so…"
Logan made an effort to put a neutral expression on his face. "Got it."
"Ok," shouted Finn from across the room. "You have reservations at 7:30."
"Thanks, Finn. I appreciate it. Oh, guys, there's one more thing." He waited until he had their attention before he continued. "Even though Rory and I wanted you three to know about us, we were hoping to keep the news from making its way into certain social circles, mainly our parents and grandparents."
"She's probably already told my mom by now, Logan," Kevin informed him.
"Yeah, she did. I wasn't talking about your parents. I was more worried about my parents and…"
"My grandparents," added Kevin.
"Yeah."
"Well, I think that's a smart move. My grandmothers would have the names of your children picked out before the end of the week," said Kevin laughing.
"My thoughts exactly."
"So you guys are a secret?" asked Colin.
"No. People will find out when they find out. We would just prefer they find out later rather than sooner…maybe after we've had our first date."
"I get it," said Colin. "I won't say anything."
"Me either," said Finn.
"Thanks."
The four boys spent the next few hours boxing up all of Logan and Kevin's possessions. At 4 o'clock that afternoon, two moving trucks arrived. One truck was loaded with furniture that would be kept in storage until the start of the new semester. The second truck was filled with boxes carrying Logan and Kevin's personal belongings. The driver would be delivering these boxes to their respective homes later that day. By 5 o'clock the rooms were empty, the trucks were loaded and both Kevin and Logan were loading suitcases into the backs of their Porsches.
"I can't believe how fast this year flew by," said Logan as he slammed the trunk of his car shut.
"One down, three to go," muttered Kevin.
"Yeah. So…I'll call you tomorrow. We'll make plans?"
"Sure. Do you still want to go to the Vineyard this weekend?" asked Kevin. It was a bit awkward. Should their plans now include Rory?
"Yeah, let's go somewhere. The less time I spend in the same house as my parents the better."
"Do you think it's gonna be weird living at home again?"
"Not for you. You like your family."
They both laughed easing the tension. Kevin punched Logan lightly on the arm and said, "I'll see you tonight."
"What? Why?"
"You're going out with my sister tonight. And she lives at my house."
"Right," said Logan feeling slightly stupid. "I'll see you later."
The two got into their cars and drove off. Logan couldn't be happier that part of the day was behind him. Things with Kevin were a bit awkward now, but he knew they would get better given enough time. In a few weeks, he and Kevin would be back to normal. He pulled up to his parents' house and sighed sadly. The house was beautiful and grand, but it always felt cold to him…like a tomb. It didn't have the homey feel that the Hayden's house did.
Logan parked his car and carried his suitcases into the house. Luckily he made it to his bedroom without running into his parents. It was Sunday, which meant they were probably home. He hoped to shower, change, and be out of there without any parental interaction or interference. Logan was not in the mood to explain the bruises on his face. He took a long hot shower trying to wash the stress of the day away. It was almost 6:30 when he descended the stairs intent on making a quick getaway.
"Logan," said the booming voice of his father. It was coming from the dining room. "Come in here."
"I knew I should have taken the back stairs," he muttered to himself. Logan walked into the dining room and found his parents and his grandfather about to sit down for dinner.
"My God, Logan," said Shira, "what happened to you? Were you in a fight?"
"Not exactly," he answered.
"What happened?" demanded his grandfather.
"It's nothing. Me and the guys were playing around and things just got out of hand. It doesn't hurt."
"Logan," said Mitchum sternly, "when are you and your friends going to stop acting like children? You're not kids anymore. You finished a year of college, I expect you to start acting your age."
"Yes, sir," said Logan. Normally he would have put up more of a fight, insisted that he was acting his age, but he wanted out of there as soon as possible. He couldn't wait to see Rory.
Mitchum sighed in frustration. "Sit and have dinner with us, Logan."
"I can't. I have a date."
"It's your first night back," complained his mother. "Can't we all have dinner as a family?"
"Sorry, Mom, not tonight." He kissed his mother check and gave his father a curt nod before running out of the room as quick as possible. He jumped in his car and drove away as fast as his Porsche could carry him.
Logan made it to the Hayden mansion in record time, but not before stopping at a florist to pick a bouquet for Rory. He rang the bell, the same bell he'd been ringing for years, only this time he was a bit nervous. Lorelai opened the door moments later, a huge smile gracing her face.
"Well hello there, Logan. Don't you look dashing this evening," she said giving him a playful wink as he crossed the threshold.
Logan smiled widely, grateful she wasn't going to make this awkward. "Hi, Lorelai. You look very nice tonight."
"Oh, sucking up to the mom. Good strategy, kid, but completely unnecessary. I already like you remember?"
"Not sucking up," he defended, "just stating the obvious." Logan flashed Lorelai his most charming smile and then handed her the flower he'd brought especially for her.
"A Gerbera daisy!" gushed Lorelai. "Logan that's so sweet." She hugged him. "Thanks, kid. Kevin gave me a rundown on what happened this morning…very creative."
"Thank you."
"Sorry you had to face the firing squad. How's the face?"
"It doesn't hurt," he assured her. "Does it look that bad?"
"Nah," she told him. Honestly, it didn't look that bad. There was slight discoloration, but not much swelling. "Besides, it makes you look kind of dangerous. Girls love that," Lorelai informed him. "Rory should be down in a second."
"Great."
"Nice choice on the flowers, by the way. Sunflowers are her favorite."
"I know."
Lorelai smiled. She was very happy about the situation. She wasn't looking forward to breaking the news to Christopher, but she was thrilled for Rory.
"Is Kevin here?"
"You just missed him. He left about a minute before you got here. I think he was meeting Colin and Finn"
"Oh." That was strange. The guys didn't mention they were hanging out tonight. "Is Christopher here?" he asked cautiously.
Lorelai smiled wickedly. "No, he got called out of town this afternoon for an emergency business meeting. He won't be back till tomorrow."
Logan breathed a sigh of relief. "That's too bad."
"Yeah," said Lorelai with a smirk, "I can tell you're crushed."
"Does he…"
"No, he doesn't know yet. But don't worry, I'll break it to him gently."
"Thanks."
"Hey you," said a voice from the top of the stairs.
Logan looked up and watched Rory descend the stairs. She had her hair down and was wearing a white dress with spaghetti straps. The top of the dress was fitted, hugging her upper torso perfectly. The skirt was loose and flowing, giving Logan a lovely view of her legs as she climbed down the stairs. "Wow! You look amazing."
"Oh my God, what happened to you?" she asked running up to him and cupping his face. She traced the bruises with her fingers. "Who did this?"
"It's nothing. It doesn't hurt," he tried to calm her.
"Who did this?" she asked in a firmer tone of voice.
"The eye is from Finn and this one is compliments of your brother," he informed her.
"I'm going to kill them."
"Don't worry about it, Ace. It's fine. It had to happen."
"It had to happen? Why?"
"It just did. It's a guy thing. Trust me. Everything's fine and I swear it doesn't hurt." Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "You look so beautiful tonight."
Rory stood on her toes and kissed the bruise on his jaw, then the one under his eye. "I'm sorry they hit you."
Logan smiled down at her. "Totally worth it, Ace." He handed her the flowers he brought.
"Aaaww…thank you. I love sunflowers."
"I know."
Lorelai watched the scene and smiled. The two didn't even remember she was standing there. They were so caught up in each other. "All right kids. You should probably get going."
Logan was brought out of his trance by the sound of Lorelai's voice. He looked away from Rory for the first time since she'd made her appearance to check his watch. "Yeah, we should get going if we want to make our reservation."
"Ok, but first I need to get just one picture." Rory wasn't sure where Lorelai was hiding the camera, but suddenly there it was.
"Please, Mom," she whined, "no pictures."
"Yeah, Lorelai, I'm not looking my best right now," added Logan indicating the bruises on his face.
"I'll photo shop them out, Logan. I promise. Besides you two only get one first date, so don't you want to document it?"
"No," they said in unison.
"Come on, do it for my grandchildren," she teased.
Logan and Rory reluctantly agreed knowing Lorelai wouldn't let them leave until she got her photo. The couple held hands as the said goodbye to Lorelai and made their way to Logan's car.
"Nice," said Rory eying Logan's Porsche. "I like the color of yours better than Kevin's."
"You want to drive?"
"Really?"
Logan was just as surprised when he heard himself make the offer. Normally, he didn't let anyone drive his car. "Yeah."
"You'd really let me drive it. Most guys are so weird about letting someone else drive their cars."
"I've never let anyone drive my car before," he admitted.
"Really? But you'd let me?" she asked seductively as she leaned against the driver side door.
Logan placed his hands on her hips and leaned into her, pressing her body against his car. "Of course I would," he whispered into her ear. "I bet you would look so sexy driving my car."
Rory moaned at the husky tone of his voice. She placed soft open mouth kisses on his neck as he began nibbling lightly on her ear. "I missed you so much today," she said into the skin of his neck. Logan brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. He intended the kiss to be quick, a prelude to what he had planned for later that evening. However, once they got started, it quickly escalated into something more intense. The couple hadn't even gotten into Logan's car, which was still parked in the Hayden driveway, and they were already all over each other. Rory was backed up against Logan's Porsche with his body pressing into her as they kissed each other furiously. Logan's hands were on her hips, massaging her flesh through the thin material of her dress. He wanted to touch that flesh, to feel it bare against his hands, without any barriers. Sensing his need, Rory hooked her left leg around his waist and brought his body even closer to her own. Logan groaned as pushed himself against her, running a hand up her thigh.
"We…need to…get of here," he uttered between kisses. He pulled back and looked down at her swollen lips, eyes full lust. "We're still in your driveway," he reminded her.
"What time is that reservation?" she asked.
"7:30. So we have about twenty minutes."
"Could you push it back?"
"Why?" he asked as if he didn't know the reason.
"I'm not hungry yet. Couldn't we go somewhere else first?" she purred in his ear. "To work up an appetite?"
Logan heard what she just said and thought he might have died and gone to heaven. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and moved their reservation to 8:30. "All right, let's go."
"Where are we going?" she asked as he started the car.
Smirking, he replied, "Somewhere that isn't your parents' driveway."
Rory laughed and buckled her seatbelt as he sped away from her house. They drove for a few minutes before Logan cut the engine at a secluded spot. He pushed his seat back as far as it could go and pulled Rory into his lap. Hiking up her dress up, he let his hands caress the smooth skin of her thighs. Rory repositioned herself so she was straddling him. She licked his lips, tracing the outline of his mouth with her tongue. His eyes were open, watching her every move. She could feel his hands move higher and higher until they were cupping her ass. She moaned when he gave it a light squeeze.
Logan smirked at her response. "Are you always this much fun in a car?"
She knew he was teasing so she decided to play along. "I think it's the smell of the leather interior," she whispered against his lips. Rory swept her tongue into his mouth, letting the kiss evolve. "And the sound of the engine," she murmured. Logan's hands moved up to her waist, taking her dress with them. Rory sat up arching her back giving him every encouragement. He moved his hands higher, past her rib cage, grazing the sides of her breasts, and finally pulling the dress over her head. Rory sat there in the moonlight, naked save for a pair of lacey boy shorts.
Logan felt himself get hard instantly at the sight of her. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"
Rory smiled as she undid the buttons of his shirt. She rotated her hips grinding against his erection. Logan laid back helpless and just watched her. She was using his body to pleasure herself and he loved every second of it. He let her undo all the buttons of his shirt and then push it off his body. She continued to rock against him as her hands familiarized themselves with every inch of his torso.
Rory loved the firmness of his chest and his perfectly chiseled abs. She leaned into him, pressing as much of her body against him as possible. Logan grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her forcefully, ravaging her mouth with his tongue. Rory returned the kiss with equal intensity. As their tongues dueled, she continued to move her hips against him. It drove him wild. Logan carefully reversed their positions so she was lying back in the driver's seat and he was on top of her. It took some doing since his Porsche wasn't exactly roomy.
"That's it. Tomorrow I'm buying an SUV with a big back seat."
Rory giggled. "And leather seats?" she asked playfully.
"Leather seats, leather paneling, leather scented air fresheners, whatever works for you, Ace."
She giggled again as he moved in to kiss her, her mouth opening instantly for him. The heat they were creating was unbelievable. Rory reached between them, not removing her mouth from his, and unbuckled his belt. She cupped his hardened length giving it a firm squeeze before unzipping his pants and pushing them down. The couple continued to writhe against each other until Rory began to feel the blissful pressure of an orgasm starting to build. She moaned in pleasure and then guided his right hand to her center. "Touch me," she begged.
Logan cupped her crotch and took satisfaction in the reaction he received. He then pushed the white lace off her body, guiding them slowly down her legs. When his hands returned to her center they reveled at the wetness of her folds. She moaned and panted, whispering his name against his mouth. Logan could tell she was close. He inserted two fingers into her causing her hips to buck involuntarily. He gently held her down with his other hand. He wanted to bring her over the edge, to watch her lose control at his hands. While increasing the pressure and movement of his fingers, Logan continued to kiss and nip at her lips. The sounds she emitted were driving him wild. As Rory's breathing became more erratic, her moans grew louder and louder until she screamed out in ecstasy. She lost herself, screaming his name, as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Logan watched, mesmerized, as her tiny frame shook beneath him. He pressed their foreheads together, placed a gentle kiss on her lips, and whispered, "God you are so amazing."
Rory forced her eyes open as her heart rate and breathing began to return to normal. She smirked up at him. "You're the one that gave me an orgasm and I'm amazing? Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" she teased.
Logan brought their lips together again, kissing her softly. "You have no idea what you do to me, Ace."
"Well, I just love what you do to me, Logan," she whispered, pulling him down for another sweet kiss. "Now, I'm hungry."
Logan chuckled, as he moved off her into the passenger seat. He definitely had to get a bigger car. "I was right. You do look sexy sitting behind the wheel of my car," he said smugly as he eyed her.
"Could it be because I'm naked?" she asked playfully, reaching for her discarded dress.
Logan snatched the dress away, "You being naked definitely helps." He bent over to kiss a trail from her mouth to her belly button before handing the dress back.
"Where are we?" asked Rory as the two put their clothes back on.
"Behind my house."
"Really?" she asked looking around. "It doesn't look familiar."
"The main house is behind those trees," he said pointing to her left.
"How far are we from the lake?"
"Only about 50 yards. Why? Do you want to go for a swim?" he asked suggestively.
"No, I'm just trying to get some perspective on where we are."
"So you weren't suggesting we go skinny dipping?"
"Not tonight."
"But another night…you wouldn't be opposed to getting naked and going for a moonlight dip?" he asked with a smirk.
"After what we just did, I would think it was pretty clear that I'm not opposed to getting naked with you," she replied with a smirk of her own.
"I'm holding you to that, Ace."
She smiled. "I've never been to this part of your family's property."
"I don't think anyone but me knows about this spot. I come up here when I want to be alone," he admitted as he finished re-buttoning his shirt.
Rory was touched. "No one knows about this spot?" she asked shyly as she adjusted the straps of her dress.
Logan leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Just you and me, Ace."
Rory blushed at the intimate gesture, "What time is it?"
He loved when she blushed like that. "Ten after."
"We should go," she told him as she opened the driver side door.
"Are you sure you don't want to drive?" he offered. He loved the way she looked behind the wheel of his car.
Rory shook her head and they switched seats. "I don't have a license in this country," she explained, "and I can't drive a stick shift."
Logan readjusted his seat and started the engine. "Do you want me to teach you?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun," he said smiling as they pulled out onto a road.
"Fun?"
"Yes, fun."
"Ok. I need to get my license anyway or my parents won't buy me a car."
"What kind of car are you getting?"
"I haven't decided yet."
The happy couple continued to chat casually as they drove from Hartford to New Haven. It was a few minutes before 8:30 when they finally arrived at the restaurant. For a Sunday night, the place was pretty full, but Logan and Rory were seated immediately at a quiet table for two near the back.
Meanwhile on the opposite end of the restaurant…
"There they are! Finally," said Kevin. "It's 8:30. I thought you said their reservation was for 7:30."
"I made it for 7:30," defended Finn.
"Well it's 8:30. We've been sitting here for over an hour."
"I made the reservation for 7:30, Mate. It's not my fault they decided to show up an hour late."
"Why are we doing this again?" whined Colin.
"We're just keeping an eye on her…making sure she's ok."
"It just doesn't feel right spying on them," said Colin.
"Did you have something better to do tonight?" snapped Kevin.
"As a matter of fact yes," Colin snapped back. "Anything is better than sitting around for an hour listening to you two argue about why they're not here yet."
"Why do you think they were so late?" asked Finn warily.
"There had better be a logical explanation," muttered Kevin not taking his eyes off his sister and best friend.
Logan and Rory, oblivious to the fact that Kevin, Colin and Finn were watching them, blissfully continued their evening. The party of three, however, was anything but blissful as they continued to speculate on why the happy couple was an hour late for dinner.