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Chapter 13 – Food Envy
Logan watched with an amused smirk as Rory poured over her menu. Never had he seen anyone concentrate so hard on a dinner menu. "Hey, Ace," he whispered leaning towards her.
"Hmm?" she responded without looking up.
"It's a menu not a Pushkin," he teased.
"What?" she asked finally taking her eyes off the menu.
"Everything here is delicious so just pick something. I'm getting hungry," said Logan with laughing eyes.
"No…go back. I'm sorry, did you just make a literary reference?" she asked with wide eyes teasing him right back. "Why, Logan Huntzberger, have you been reading?"
He did his best to look offended regardless of how amusing he found her comment. "Don't sound so surprised, Ace. I have been known to open a book every now and then."
"Really?" she asked. She tilted her head to side and looked up, a pose that gave the allusion of being deep in thought. "Hmmm."
"What?"
"I don't think I've ever seen you with a book," she replied in a serious tone despite the playful expression on her face.
"You've seen me with books," he defended, playing along with her. "If I recall, you spent about a half hour flitting through some of my textbooks when you visited my dorm the other night."
Rory smiled at the memory of that evening. It was only two nights ago, but so much had happened since then that it felt much further away. "Are you referring to the stack of barely used, practically pristine textbooks, two which were still in their original cellophane wrapping, that I found collecting dust under your desk?"
Logan treated her to a sheepish, yet proud, smile. "Yeah, those books."
"I'm not sure if I'm amused or disturbed that you seem to take pride in being such a slacker."
"I think you should be proud," he declared.
"Proud? Why is that?"
"It's not as easy as it looks, Ace," he informed her. "It takes a lot of effort to be as slothful as I am. Truth be told, it's taken me years to perfect my ability to sit around and do nothing."
Rory flashed him a mischievous smile and continued to play along. "Don't sell yourself short, Logan. I'm sure you haven't just been sitting around doing nothing. In fact, I would be interested in seeing data on the increase in revenue at New Haven's finest bars and clubs since you and the boys have enrolled at Yale."
"I'll get right on that, Ace. Colin took an economics class last semester and he just loves making bar graphs."
"I would prefer it in a pie chart, if you wouldn't mind."
"Of course," he said laughing. "Speaking of pies….how are you doing with that menu?"
"I almost made up my mind, before I was so rudely interrupted." It was lie. Everything on the menu sounded so delicious, she was nowhere near making a decision.
"Well if you don't decide in the next thirty seconds, I'm taking that menu away and ordering for you," he threatened. "I'm really hungry now."
"I have to be very careful in my selection, Logan. I don't want to get a case of food envy."
"A case of what?" he asked confused.
"Food envy," she stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Upon seeing Logan's puzzled expression, she smile and explained, "It's when you're at a restaurant and you order something, but then you see what someone else is eating, and if it looks better than what you're eating, all of a sudden your food doesn't seem nearly as appetizing. That's food envy. Trust me; it can ruin a meal…even a good meal."
"Food envy," he repeated. "I can't say that's ever happened to me. I'm an excellent orderer."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's a good skill to have."
"I've always been good at ordering. Even when I was a kid, I always ordered well. Just ask my dad. It's one of the few things he compliments me on. In fact, just a couple of weeks ago, he took me out to some new restaurant and he ordered the lamb, just because I did."
"Well in that case, maybe you should order for me," she admitted closing her menu and laying it on the table. "All right, Huntzberger, let's see those ordering skills of yours."
"You trust me to order for you. What if I order you a salad?" he asked knowing her aversion to all things green and leafy.
"You wouldn't do that."
"How do you know?" he asked in a teasing voice.
"Because you would never ruin our first date by ordering me something healthy," she stated as matter of fact.
He smiled, knowing full well she was right. He caught their server's attention and placed their order. It was then that the reality if the situation hit him. He was on a date with Rory. He was on his first real date with his first real girlfriend. Logan reached across the table and took her hand in his before leaning down to kiss her fingertips.
On the other side of the restaurant, three slightly deranged college boys watched this scene unfold.
"He's touching her," accused Finn. "Stop touching her," he ordered as if Logan could hear him.
"He's just holding her hand, Finn. Let's not overreact," advised Colin. He still thought their being there was ridiculous.
"We're too far away," he replied, ignoring Colin's comment. "I can't hear anything they're saying. I wish I could read lips. Maybe we should move closer," he suggested.
"No way!" declared Colin. "It's bad enough we're here spying on them. This situation is already way too pervy. We're not moving closer."
"Well, we can't hear them from where we are," argued Finn. "So unless one of you spontaneously develops super sonic hearing, I say we move closer. Don't you think we should move closer, Kevin?"
Kevin had completely tuned out his two co-conspirators. He had not taken his eyes off Logan and Rory since their late arrival. He was not sure what he expected to come out of this surveillance, but he didn't expect this. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, Kevin could certainly see their blissful smiles and happy expressions.
"Kevin," said Finn slapping his arm to get his attention. "Don't you thing we should move?"
Kevin tore his eyes off the happy couple only long enough to hear Finn's question. "Yeah, let's go."
"You can't be serious," said Colin. He was genuinely surprised. He thought Kevin would have more sense than that. "Isn't it enough that you've turned us into a band of peeping Toms? Do we really have to eavesdrop? Are you two really this insane?"
"What?" asked a confused Kevin. He had obviously missed something.
"I'm not moving closer to listen in on their conversation," declared Colin. "If you two want to go and make complete assholes of yourselves, feel free. But I'm out."
"Who said anything about listening in on their conversation? I meant let's go and get out of here," he clarified.
"Thank God," said Colin, happy Kevin had finally come to his senses. He didn't know what was behind Kevin's sudden change of heart and he didn't care. He wanted to get out of there. Colin took out his wallet and threw some cash on the table. "Let's sneak out quietly before they notice we were even here."
"Fine by me," said Kevin as he added more cash to the pile Colin started.
"We can't leave yet," said Finn.
"We can and we will," said Colin sternly.
"Kevin," pleaded Finn, "why would you want to leave now? They just got here."
Kevin nodded his head toward Logan and Rory's table. "Look at them," he ordered. Colin and Finn obeyed and took in the sight of the happy couple. They were sitting across from each other. Logan was speaking—about what, they didn't know. Maybe he was telling her a story. Maybe he was making a joke. Whatever he was saying, it didn't matter. It was how he was saying it. Logan was gazing into her eyes, his arm reaching across the table, as he unconsciously stroked the back of her hand. Rory was listing to him, her eyes wide, her expression full of emotion. "How long have we known Logan?" Kevin asked his two friends.
"Since forever," answered Colin, not sure what Kevin was getting at.
"Have you ever seen him look like tat? Have you ever seen him look that happy?" asked Kevin thoughtfully. "Have you ever seen Rory look that happy?" The two continued to stare at Logan and Rory, both surprised they hadn't noticed it until Kevin pointed it out. "That's why we should get out of here," said Kevin. "We don't belong here. This is their night. I don't want to ruin this for either one of them." Without another word, he got up and headed toward the exit. Colin followed him without hesitation. Finn, on the other hand, continued to study the couple for a few more moments before he also left his seat, but not before throwing even more cash on the table. Their server would definitely be happy with his tip.
Meanwhile the couple in question remained blissfully unaware that any of this had taken place.
"Five appetizers?" asked Rory as their server finished placing the last plate on their now full table.
"I'm hungry," defended Logan reaching for the calamari.
"So am I. But five appetizers?"
"They're all really good."
"I'm sure they are, but I don't think that's why you ordered them," she accused as she helped herself to a generous serving of a particularly delectable looking shrimp dish.
"Really? Well, please, enlighten me, Ace."
Rory squared her shoulders before commencing with her explanation. "In poker, it's called buying your way out of a bluff. You, my dear Huntzberger, boasted of your amazing ordering skills. You claim to have the uncanny ability of ordering the best dish on the menu, yet you ordered five out of the eight appetizers. Why? Could it be because you are not the excellent orderer you claim to be? That you are in fact, merely an average orderer…or worse, a bad orderer," she accused. "I suspect that, in an attempt to hide your poor ordering skills from your girlfriend, you decided to play the odds and request that five out of eight appetizers are prepared for you. Could that be the reason for the excessive number of appetizers currently sitting on our table? Ladies and gentlemen," she said addressing a nonexistent jury, "I ask you to look at the facts and see the defendant for what he is," she continued, pointing an accusatory finger at Logan, "a man merely trying to buy his way out of his bluff."
Logan threw his head back, laughing and applauding energetically. "Wow, Ace! That was very impressive. Are you sure you want to go into journalism? Because I think you'd make a killing as a prosecutor."
"It's the Hayden in me," she informed him. Her grandfather had made his mark as a prosecutor long before winning his bench seat. "It's in the blood."
"You're not kidding," agreed Logan. "However, if it pleases the court, I would like the opportunity to defend myself against these charges."
Rory smiled. She loved that he played along with her bits. "By all means, Mr. Huntzberger," she said leaning forward.
Logan tried not to sneak a peek at her cleavage, but he couldn't help himself. He let his eyes wander south for a moment before his gaze met her beautiful baby blues. Taking his fork, Logan nabbed a piece off shrimp off Rory's plate. "Taste this," he commanded in a low seductive whisper.
Rory felt her heart begin to race. She leaned in further and opened her mouth, letting Logan feed her the buttered shrimp. It was amazing. She closed her eyes savoring the taste. Her mouth exploded with a myriad of flavors…butter, pepper, garlic, and just a hint of lemon. She opened her eyes several seconds later only to see a smirking Logan sitting before her.
"The defense rests," he said smugly.
"That was so good," she admitted not caring at the moment that he seemed to have won.
Logan was thrilled by her reaction …not to mention more than a little turned on. The expression on her face when he fed her that shrimp was intoxicating. He loved that she could make anything, even eating, seem sexy. Logan picked up a piece of calamari of his own plate and offered it to her. "Now try this."
Rory smiled at the sweet gesture and accepted the offered calamari. "Mmmm. Not as good as the shrimp, but still pretty amazing."
Logan nodded in agreement before scooping up one of the steamed mussels and offering to her. "How about this one?"
Once again, Rory closed her eyes to savor the unique flavor of the shellfish. "It's different. It's salty…and almost bitter. But I love the texture and it has an incredible after taste. Overall, it's excellent, really delicious."
"So three out of five so far?" he asked.
"I suppose," she agreed haughtily turning up her nose.
He chuckled lightly. "Next we have a baked mushroom cap stuffed with sautéed artichoke and topped with a blend of Italian cheeses."
"I'm not so sure about this one, Logan," she said skeptically eyeing the mushroom.
Logan held his fork out to her. "Just try it, Ace," he coaxed.
Rory leaned toward him and reluctantly accepted the stuffed mushroom. She chewed it carefully, letting the flavor roll across her tongue.
"Well?" asked Logan.
"Damn," she said in an annoyed tone. "That was better than the shrimp."
He laughed again. "Last one," said Logan smugly.
"Oh no!" said Rory with a shake of her head. "That's a salad. I'm not eating that. You'll have to settle for four out of five."
"No. I'm not settling. You're going to taste this and you're going to love it."
"It's a salad."
"It's baby spinach with fresh mozzarella. It's amazing, Ace, I promise."
"What's wrong with four out of five? That's eighty percent, Logan, and without a curve, that's a solid B-," she said teasing him.
"I'm going for an A. Now come on. Quit stalling and taste this."
Rory couldn't resist the look on his face. "Don't tell my mother I did this," she warned before taking the food of Logan's fork.
"I'll carry your secret to my grave, Ace. I'll never let Lorelai know that her only daughter ate a salad…and on a first date," kidded Logan.
Rory started to giggle. "Oh my God, don't make me laugh when I'm chewing," she scolding. Taking a sip of water, she added, "Choking to death on a piece of salad is probably the most horrific way to go…especially for the daughter of Lorelai."
"Well, what's the verdict? Before you nearly choked on the first piece of salad you've ever had, that's disturbing by the way, what did you think?"
"Was that a lemon vinaigrette?"
"I think so."
"Well…despite the fact that it was a salad, it was delicious. So you win…five for five."
Logan rose from his seat and bent down, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. "Thank you. Now let's eat the rest of this food. I can't wait to get to…"
"Dessert?" she offered with a sexy grin.
Pleasantly surprised at the unexpected innuendo, Logan cocked an eyebrow at her. "Actually, I was going to say the main course."
"Sure you were," she relied playfully taking another bite of the shrimp.
"Although the dessert will be amazing," he said with a smirk.
Smiling at the double meaning, Rory asked, "What kind of dessert do they have here?"
"Well, part of the reason we're here is because this place has the best tiramisu in town, according to Finn."
"Tiramisu! I love tiramisu!" she said sounding excited.
"I know."
"What's the other reason?"
"Hmm?" he mumbled with a mouth full of calamari.
"You said part of the reason we were here was because of the tiramisu. What's the other reason?"
Logan took a sip of his water before answering. "Your main course."
"What did you order for my main course?"
"You'll see."
"You're not going to tell me."
"You'll see," he repeated with a wink and an impish smile.
Curious to see what Logan had up his sleeve, Rory tore through the appetizers faster than she normally would have. Logan, on the other hand, ate a regular pace, laughing every now and then at her impatience.
"There," she said putting her fork down. "I'm finished and ready for my main course."
Smiling broadly at her, Logan put his fork down and signaled the server to take the empty plates away. He sat back and marveled at the fact that they were all empty. What was more amazing was the fact that Rory ate most of the food. He was used to girls ordering a salad for a main course. This was definitely a refreshing change. Not only did Rory happily eat all the food in front of her, she was actually opposed to the salad that he ordered. No doubt about it…there was no one in the world like his Ace.
"Here we are," said the server as he placed their dinner plates on the table. "For you, sir, the Veal Marsala. And for the lady, spaghetti and meatballs made with angel hair pasta. Enjoy."
Logan looked apprehensively at Rory.
"Spaghetti and meatballs?"
"With angel hair pasta," he pointed out.
Rory looked down at her plate, and while her spaghetti looked and smelled delicious, it was nothing compared to the veal Logan ordered for himself. She was definitely developing a case of food envy and made up her mind to convince him to trade plates with her. "I don't understand," she confessed. "What's the significance of spaghetti and meatballs?"
"You don't remember?" he asked. "I'm disappointed, Ace."
"Sorry, but you're going to have to explain this one."
Logan sighed, put his fork down, and sat back. He was really looking forward to cutting into that veal, but he wanted her to enjoy her dinner as much as he was going to enjoy his. "Sara Wakefield."
"Who's that?" asked Rory with a frown.
Logan mentally kicked himself. It was never, under any circumstance, a good idea to mention another girl while out on a date. "Sara Wakefield was the girl Kevin went on his first date with."
Rory let her nerves settle. Hearing Logan mention another girl completely out of the blue like that definitely irked her. She was relieved to find out it wasn't a girl that he'd dated. "What about her?" she asked, still not seeing the connection.
Relieved at the release of tension, Logan continued, "Don't you remember? It was years ago. Kevin was thirteen and it was the first time he'd ever asked a girl out on a date."
Rory let her mind drift back…
The Haydens and Logan were gathered around the dinner table. Franny had just finished putting the last serving dish down when Christopher asked, "So, kids, how was school today?"
"I got an A on my math test," reported Rory. "And my English teacher assigned a new book, To Kill A Mockingbird. I'm only two chapters in, but it's really, really good."
"That's wonderful, Rory," said Christopher smiling at his perfect, angelic daughter. How he and Lorelai got so lucky with such a studious, well-behaved child was beyond him. He liked to think that he loved his children equally, but he knew he was a complete softy when it came to his blue-eyed daughter. She was his angel.
"What about you, Kevin?" asked Lorelai apprehensively. "Anything you'd like to confess before we hear about it from the headmaster?"
"I'm good," mumbled Kevin as he stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth.
"I'll say," said Logan with a smirk.
Kevin gave him a pointed glare. "Shut-up," he spat threateningly.
"Oh God, what is it? And how much is it going to cost me?" asked Christopher. If Rory was his angel, Kevin was his little devil. He and his friends had been in and out of trouble since they were in diapers. Their antics escalated over the years, increasing dramatically after a rascally Australian joined their group.
"It's nothing, Dad. Logan's just being a jerk." Kevin gave his best friend another dirty look, but the mischievous blond was unaffected. In fact, his smirk grew.
"I wouldn't call it nothing," teased Logan.
"Shut-up, Logan. I'm warning you."
"What is it?" asked Lorelai, curious as to what Kevin was so up in arms about.
"Not a word, Logan."
Logan smiled broadly before announcing to the family, "Kevin asked out Sara Wakefield today."
"LOGAN!" yelled Kevin.
"And she said yes," added the impish blond.
Kevin picked up a dinner roll and angrily pitched it at Logan's head, getting him right between the eyes. Logan was about to do the same, but Christopher grabbed his arm just as it was about to swing. "SIT DOWN, BOYS!" he yelled authoritatively. "We do not throw food at each other at the dinner table."
"You asked out a girl?" squealed Lorelai.
"Lor," said Christopher in a stern tone.
"Sorry," she said. "Your father is right, Kevin. There are certain things that should not be done while at the dinner table and attacking your best friend with dinner rolls is one of them," she lectured. "Now, on to more important topics, who's the girl?"
"Mom, please don't do this," begged Kevin, clearly embarrassed.
"Her name is Sara," Logan informed Lorelai. "He sits behind her in history. And he's been staring at her for weeks."
"I swear I'm gonna kill you," promised Kevin.
"When are you going out?" asked Lorelai.
"Saturday," he mumbled.
"Ahhh! That's only three days away," shouted Lorelai. "Chris, can you believe it? My baby boy going on his first date."
Christopher enjoyed the look of humiliation on his son's face. Maybe it was wrong, but hey…it was funny. "Our little boy, all grown up," he gushed, wiping a fake tear out of his eye.
Playing along with her parents, Rory cooed, "Little Kevy has a date! How sweet! Wait till I tell grandma."
At that last comment, Logan and Christopher laughed, Kevin paled, and Lorelai smiled with pride. She clutched her heart and said, "I swear, Chris, even if she didn't look exactly like me, I'd still know she was my daughter."
"I hate you guys," declared Kevin.
"Where are you taking her?" asked Christopher.
"I don't know. I was thinking a movie…then maybe out for pizza or something."
"A movie and pizza…very nice," approved Lorelai. "Simple and classic…perfect for a first date. Oh…you should go to that little Italian place across the street from the downtown movie theatre, the one with the drippy candles," suggested Lorelai in an excited tone.
"Yeah," agreed Rory in an equally excited tone. "Take her there and order one really big plate of spaghetti and meatballs like in Lady and the Tramp."
"Oh my God, yes," said Lorelai completely following her daughter's train of thought. "I can see it now, Kevin. You two will share a plate of spaghetti, but it'll really be just one very long strand, but you won't realize it until you accidentally meet in the middle. And then, you'll push a meatball towards her with your nose, and she'll push it back with her nose, and then she'll bring the meatball home and save it in the refrigerator for years and years so she'll always have something to remember from her first date with my baby boy."
"Because there's nothing more romantic than a getting a meatball from a boy on your first date," added Rory before she and Lorelai burst into a fit of giggles.
Christopher couldn't stop himself from laughing at his wife and daughter. Kevin, on the other hand, looked absolutely mortified. He shook his head in disgust before turning to Logan and saying, "You realize this is your fault."
Logan smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to eat.
"You two are growing up so fast," said Lorelai sadly. "Pretty soon it'll be Rory going on her first date."
Christopher's face dropped at that comment. "Oh no! Rory's not dating anytime soon." He knew it was a double standard, but he didn't care.
"But, Daddy, if I don't go on a date, I'll never get a meatball," she said teasing her father.
"Sorry, kiddo. No boys. No dates. And no meatballs for my little angel."
Rory looked down at the plate in front of her. Just a few seconds ago, the spaghetti and meatballs didn't seem like anything special. Now, it was the most wonderful dish she'd ever seen. She looked up meeting Logan's amused gaze and smiled shyly. "You bought me a meatball," she gushed.
Logan returned her smile and pointed at her plate. "I think there's three or four meatballs in there, Ace. You'll forgive me for not pushing them toward you with my nose." The expression on her face was overwhelming.
"I can't believe you remembered that," said Rory.
Logan chuckled. "I can't believe I remembered that either."
"That was pretty random. How on earth did you remember something that obscure?"
"Honestly, I didn't remember until after you said I should order for you. You made that comment when I threatened to order you a salad," he reminded her. "You know…about knowing I wouldn't ruin our first date by ordering you something healthy. And then…I don't know…the memory just popped into my head. So I ordered you a plate of spaghetti and meatballs."
"With angel hair pasta?"
"I like angel hair pasta."
"Me too," she agreed. "I'm not sure why, but the fact that its skinnier makes it taste better."
"I think so too," he said as he moved his chair next to hers so they could enjoy their meals side-by-side rather than across from each other. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Enjoy your spaghetti, Ace."
Rory brought her hand up to his face and pulled her toward him. She placed a brief, but tender kiss on his lips and said, "This is the best plate of spaghetti and meatballs ever."
"No food envy?"
"Definitely, no food envy."
"Glad to hear it." The two ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Logan asked, "Hey, Ace, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"When Christopher finds out about us, could you mention I made sure the meatball was on a plate of angel hair pasta?"
Rory had to laugh at that. "It won't be that bad."
"You sure?"
"No," she said laughing.
"Thanks a lot, Ace. I feel much better now," he said sarcastically.
Rory laughed at the look on his face. She put her fork down so she could lean over to kiss his chin. "I'm having a really good time," she told him, her eyes gleaming.
Logan instantly felt better. "Me too, Ace."
Halfway through the main course the two switched plates. As much as Rory loved veal, nothing could compare to her plate of spaghetti. When the server came to clear their plates, Logan made sure to ask him to wrap up the lone meatball he left on the plate.
"The meatball, sir?" he asked confused. "You would like me to have the meatball wrapped up so you can take it with you?"
"Yes, please. It's for the lady," said Logan smiling at Rory.
"Of course, sir," answered the server smiling at the young couple.
Rory and Logan laughed at their server's retreating figure. They knew it was an odd request, but probably not the strangest he'd heard over the years.
The server returned a few minutes later. "Your meatball, miss," he said placing a to-go bag in from of her. "And per your request, sir, two orders of tiramisu and four large coffees to-go."
"Why to-go? We're not having dessert here?" asked a surprised Rory.
"No, Ace, we're going somewhere special for dessert," he informed her as he handed the server his Black card.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise."
"Tell me."
"No."
"I hate surprises," she whined.
"You do not."
"Please," she begged batting her lashes at him.
"Don't do that, Ace. It's not fair," he scolded. Logan signed his credit card receipt, leaving a tip generous even by his standards, but he didn't care. So far, tonight had been one of the best he'd ever had and he was going to spread the joy by spreading the wealth. Logan got up, grabbed the dessert bag and the coffees with one hand, and then offered his free hand to Rory. "Shall we?"
Rory took his hand and followed him out the door. Once they entered his car, Rory took possession of the coffees. "Where to next?"
Logan surprised her by reaching into a glove compartment and pulling out a blindfold.
"You're not seriously expecting me to put that thing on are you?"
"Come on, Ace. Where's your sense of adventure?"
"A blindfold, Logan? Is that absolutely necessary?"
"No," he admitted, "but I really want to keep our destination a secret until the very last moment. Come on, Ace. I kept my eyes closed for you the other night," he reminded her.
Rory blushed at the memory of their late night activities on the back seat of the limo. She couldn't believe he was using that against her. She snatched the blindfold and secured it over her eyes. "This better be good," she said with a huff.
Logan knew she wasn't really mad. The slight smile on her face gave her away. "It will be good. You'll love it, I promise. And on the way there, I will keep you entertained by regaling you with the story of what happened this morning with Kevin, Colin, and Finn."
Rory perked up at that suggestion. "Oh yeah, what did happen?"
Logan smiled at her quick change of mood. "Well it all started with a pair of handcuffs…."
By the time they reached their destination, Rory had completely forgotten about the blindfold because she was laughing so hard at Logan's story. "I can't believe you did that."
"It was the only way I could think of to keep him from beating me to a pulp…at least long enough for me to explain and make him see reason."
"Handcuffs and blindfolds, Logan? Your taste seems to run on the kinky side," she teased.
Logan cut the engine and looked over at her. She was blindfolded so she couldn't see the expression on his face. You can't make a comment like that to a red-blooded male without expecting a reaction. Logan unbuckled his seat belt and kissed her passionately, being careful not to spill the coffee she had in her lap. He pulled away, leaving her breathless. "We're here, Ace."
"Does that mean I can take the blindfold off?" she asked when she'd regained her breath.
"Not yet. Don't move, Ace." Logan got out of the car, grabbed the food and a bag out of the trunk, and then retrieved a still blindfolded Rory from the passenger seat. "I'll take the coffee, you hold the dessert," he said figuring he should be the one balancing the coffee seeing as how she couldn't see. "Ok, Ace, follow me."
"Like I have a choice," she added dryly.
She heard Logan chuckle and felt him pulling her in one direction. The walk to the mystery destination lasted only a few minutes. "Right this way, Ace," he said as he ushered her through a door.
"How much further?" she asked impatiently.
"Just another couple of steps," he assured her. They walked for a few more seconds before he let go of her hand and relieved her of the to-go bag. "Ok, Ace. Don't move."
"Logan…"
"Just relax for a minute, Ace. Trust me; you're going to love this." A few minutes past before Logan reached for her hand and pulled her downward. Rory felt a blanket when her knees hit the floor. She sat down as gracefully as one could while blindfolded.
"Can I please take this off now?"
"Right now, Ace, you can take off whatever you want to take off."
Rory giggled despite her best efforts not to and untied her blindfold. It took her eyes a few minutes to adjust to the light. She smiled widely when she realized where they were. "Are we where I think we are?"
"Yup," answered with a smile, "the Yale University Library." They were seated on a blanket amidst stacks and stacks of books.
"Are we allowed to be in here?"
"Sure," he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.
"Logan…"
"It's ok, Ace. Don't worry. I promise we won't get in any trouble. It's Sunday, the semester just ended and summer sessions haven't started yet so the place is closed. No one will disturb us, I promise."
"What exactly won't be disturbed?' she asked with a cocked eyebrow.
Logan grinned and gestured at the spread he'd laid out on the blanket. "Why dessert of course," he explained. "I wouldn't want anyone interrupting our coffee and tiramisu."
Rory smiled and reached for one of the coffees. She took a long sip and continued to take in her surroundings. "This is amazing, Logan."
"You haven't even tasted your dessert yet." He opened up one of the plastic containers and offered her bite of tiramisu. Rory eagerly accepted it, closing her eyes as she licked the tip of the plastic fork. "Good?"
"Oh my God!"
"Really good?"
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Let's just say, if everything about this night had sucked, this tiramisu could save it."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. Taste it."
Logan followed orders and took a bite. "Wow! That is good." The made it through the first container of tiramisu pretty quickly. "Do you want to open the other one?"
"No, I'm pretty satisfied," she said as she laid down on her back.
Logan cleared the blanket off, moving everything to the side. He laid back next to her and Rory instinctively snuggled into his side.
"I love that you brought me here," she whispered into his neck.
"Me too."
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Because I know you. And I know you're going to be spending a lot of time in this building over the next four years."
"So?"
"Well the bulk of that time will be spent studying…not a fun past time, Ace."
"According to you," she pointed out.
"I just wanted your first memories in this building to be good ones…with me. And I wanted you to think of me every time you were in here."
Rory sat up in surprise. She was touched. Looking down at his smirking face she asked, "Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"What?"
"Be a boyfriend. You're awfully good at it."
"Am I?"
"Yes," she whispered lowering her body on top of his. She kissed his lips, lightly at first before letting it intensify. "There aren't any cameras here are there?" she asked seductively.
"Not where we are, no," he answered smiling up at her.
"Well then, I say we make my first memories in this building really, really good." With that, she crashed her mouth onto his. The kiss started off passionately and as time went by, only intensified.
Logan rolled Rory over, reversing their positions. He pulled the edge of the blanket over them so they were enveloped inside the warm material. His hands were underneath the hem of her dress, gripping her thighs and he felt her undoing the buttons of his shirt yet again. The cold floor of a library was not the ideal spot for a rendezvous, but it was a hell of a lot more comfortable than his car. Before he knew it, Rory had successfully unbuttoned his shirt and was pushing it off his shoulders for the second time that evening. She was kissing the sensitive parts of his neck and whimpering as she writhed beneath him. Logan was losing his mind at the sensations she was creating. Her mouth was nipping and sucking at his pulse points. Her body was pressed against his. Her legs were wrapped around his lower half, pulling her center toward his rapidly growing erection. Logan had already seen the barely there lace thing she was wearing underneath her dress and wanted nothing more than to get another look at it. Her dress had already ridden up to an obscene height so with one swift movement he removed it completely, leaving her in nothing more than those lacey boy shorts.
"You are so beautiful, Ace."
Rory kicked off her sandals and quickly undid his belt. Their earlier rendezvous had ended with her being very satisfied and she wanted to make this one, about him. He didn't object to her unbuckling his belt or unzipping his pants. He didn't even object a few minutes later when she was pushing his pants off this body. It was only when Rory began pushing his boxers down that he grabbed her wrists to stop her.
"Rory…" he warned, but continued to kiss and lavish her naked breasts.
"No sex, Logan. I promise. I'm not ready for that…yet," that last part elicited a moan from him. "But I want to make this good for you," she whispered shyly. "Just trust me ok? Don't worry about me. Let yourself enjoy it."
Logan nodded and allowed her to push his boxers off him. Rory felt his hardened length jut toward her. Reaching down, she pushed her panties off, leaving both of them completely naked for the first time. Logan felt himself get impossibly hard. He had not anticipated things going this far, but trusting Rory to take care of the situation, he let his body simply react and enjoy her ministrations. He loved the way she felt moving underneath him. He loved the way she looked pinned beneath his body. Rory reached for him, taking his length into her hand, stroking him, familiarizing herself with every ridge and curve. Logan moaned in response. Rory's other hand, found the back of his neck and she pulled him into a searing kiss, swallowing the moans he emitted as she continued to stroke his cock. The kiss was intense. Their tongues dueled as their breathing grew heavier and heavier. Feeling emboldened, Rory positioned the head of his penis just outside her center.
Feeling him tense, she broke the kiss and forced him to look at her. "Relax," she commanded.
He nodded in agreement although he wasn't sure what she was about to do.
"Look at me," she whispered. Logan fought to keep his eyes opened and focused on her. When he felt her take the head of his penis and rub it against the wetness of her folds, he thought he would lose his mind.
"Oh God!" he moaned. It took every ounce of his self-control to keep from thrusting his hips forward and entering her. He wanted her so badly, more than he'd ever anyone or anything, more than he wanted his next breath. But he knew she wasn't ready and he knew she trusted him not to take thing any further.
Rory was far from unaffected. They were naked. He was on top of her. His cock was positioned at her entrance and at this very moment, was teasing her wetness. It wouldn't have taken much. All she'd have to do was slide her body a few inches south and he'd be inside her. She wanted to know what that would feel like. More than anything in the world, she wanted to know how it would feel to have Logan Huntzberger inside her. But as much as she wanted it, she wasn't ready for it…not yet. Feeling her self-control slipping, Rory wisely repositioned them…so temptation wasn't a breath away.
Logan groaned at the loss of sensation, but felt oddly relieved because he would no longer have to fight with his body. Truth be told, he wasn't sure how much longer he could have held out. To compensate for the loss, Rory tightened the grip she had on him and watched as his eyes rolled shut. She wrapped her legs around him tightly all the while maintaining a firm grip and pleasuring him with smooth, even strokes.
It wasn't sex, but it still felt amazing. Logan looked down at her, brushing his lips against hers as he continued to thrust into her hand. The sounds of her moans and the feel of her body naked against his, her legs wrapped around him, her hand stroking him, and her lips kissing and nipping his, was enough to send him to the brink. Logan began to move harder and faster over her. His breathing grew erratic until with one final thrust, he cried out in ecstasy. He collapsed against her, too overcome with emotion and completely overwhelmed. When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled off her.
"You're amazing," he whispered kissing the side of her head.
"Can't say I've ever done that in a library," she joked instantly lightening the mood.
He laughed, kissing her head again. "Me either, Ace." Getting up, he looked over to survey the damage. He reached inside the to-go bags and handed her some napkins. "Sorry, Ace, I made a mess of you."
Rory gave him a shy smile as she wiped her stomach off. "Don't worry about it," she assured him.
Logan retrieved his boxers and pants and put them on. He slid his shirt on, but didn't button it. Rory pulled her dress over her head and began straightening herself out.
"Bathroom's just over there," he told her assuming she'd probably want to wash up a bit after what they just finished doing. He certainly did. Rory stretched her hand out to him so he could pull her off the floor and they headed to the restrooms to clean up. When Rory returned to the original spot, she found Logan waiting for her. He was sipping coffee, which she imagined must be pretty cold by know. "There's still one full cup, but it's cold."
"I figured, but coffee is coffee," she said taking the cup. "Thank you," she said kissing him in appreciation.
Logan eagerly returned the kiss. "You're welcome. Come on, I better get you home. It's almost one and Kevin's probably tearing his hair out by now."
Rory giggled, but knew he was right. It would not be a good idea to out any later. "Ok." They collected their belongings, making sure to leave the place exactly as they'd found it.
The drive back to the Hayden mansion was far too quick. Logan insisted on parking his car so he could walk her to the door like a proper gentleman. "So, I believe this is the point of the evening where I get a goodnight kiss."
"A goodnight kiss? Do you think you deserve one?"
"I think we both had a pretty good time," he said with a devilish smirk.
"Yes, I did," she confirmed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Goodnight, Logan." She stood on her toes and kissed him, gently. Logan wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth, deepening it. A few minutes after what would have been the length of a proper goodnight kiss, the young couple reluctantly let go of each other. "Call me tomorrow."
"Absolutely, Ace." He placed a brief kiss on her lips and handed her a to-go bag. "Don't forget your meatball."
"Thanks."
"I put the other tiramisu in there too."
"You're so good to me," she said smiling.
"Goodnight, Ace." Logan watched her close the door behind him. He walked to his car with a huge smile on his face. He was so happy he didn't even mind that he was going home to his parents' house…and for Logan, that's saying something.