Title When Push Comes to Shove, You Go SPLAT

Beta Christine I love you hun…you're awesome

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, even though it would be totally awesome if I did. I can imagine myself walking around the set, talking it up with Alexis and Matt. Wouldn't that be a dream. And Luke's diner would be a little different. Two words: Glitter Menus!

Summery: Post Not as cute as pushkin It all started with a simple marriage prank. But what was once a harmless prank turns competitive when neither Rory nor Logan are willing to let each other win. How far are they willing to go before the other one cracks? Well, as far as they need to.

A/N I am proud to say that I actually own something in my story lol. Marcello Viachi's is mine heehee.

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Chapter 5

The Rain Fogs the Mind

It was a cold, breezy night as he walked her home. She could feel the wind tumble through her gentle coffee locks as the light mist of rain dripped down her face and body. He reached for her waist and slid his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. She stiffened, sucking in a breath as her eyes shut. The once light mist became a full blown freezing shower, but neither seemed to notice. They continued to walk towards her dorm, the light from the hallways guiding their way. It grew chillier as he spotted a big oak tree, its leaves spreading out for what seemed eternity. He gently but forcefully pushed her against the tree and kissed her. Their passion seemed inevitable as they tried to get as close to each other as possible. Their both soaking bodies collided, freezing, and dripping wet. She knew that she would feel the aches of their forceful movements tomorrow, but right now, it didn't matter. In fact, it felt amazing. She wanted him, needed him, had to have only him. She didn't care who saw her, for it wouldn't change anything. She needed him here right now.

He slid his hand up her shirt as they both quickly took the necessary breath before continuing. His hand slid higher up her icy skin until he could feel her ribs. With his thumb, he slowly made circles, massaging her as he continued to kiss her.

"Logan." She gasped as she panted, leaning her head back.

"Ace." He growled into her ear, kissing and sucking at her neck. She continued to lean against the tree, not being able to speak from his burning touch.

"Ace." He repeated a little louder this time. There was still no answer from the flustered girl, her cheeks bright red by this time.

He suddenly stopped all his actions, and leaned over to her ear and with a loud cheery voice, said again "ACE."

Rory's eyes flew open and the first thing she saw was Logan's face next to her ear. She screamed and jumped, accidentally falling off of the bed.

'Morning Ace. Sleep well?" Logan smirked, sitting on her bed.

All he received from Rory was a death glare and silence.

I didn't know you talk in your sleep? If I did, I wouldn't have woken you up." He grinned, Rory's attitude not affecting him.

"Why and how did you get in my room? She asked, glaring at him.

"Your scary roommate let me in. But don't change the subject. I only have one question. Was it good?"

"Was what good?" Rory asked, confused, sitting on the floor trying to get untangled from the mess of sheets.

"The sex we had in your dream." He said matter of-factly.

"I did not have a sex dream of you, thank you very much." Rory snapped, blushing bright red.

"Your face seems to tell me otherwise." Logan laughed.

"Well, you need to get your eyes checked, cuz I didn't have a sex dream of you!"

"It's ok, Ace, no need to lie to me. And hey, if you're lucky, we might get to reenact it on our honeymoon."

"I…um uh…" Rory stumbled, flustered.

"But the reason why I'm here is not to catch you having dreams of me and my ridiculously sexy body. I wanted to know if you would like to go to lunch with me today at one?"

"So that's really why you're here? Not to spy and mock me?"

"Yep, that's why I'm here; unless you wanted to do something else." He grinned evilly.

"No, lunch is good." She said quickly.

"Great, get dressed. Preferably in the Wonka outfit."

"I'll keep that in mind." She laughed.

"I'll wait outside." He said winking at her before exiting.

"Ok." Rory said, going to her closet to pick out her outfit for today. She didn't know if they were going to a nice restaurant, or a more casual lunch place, so she settled on a white collared shirt with a light blue sweater on top and black pants. She brought a towel with her to the bathroom, not trusting Logan anymore since the last incident.

As Logan waited, he watched some T.V. He hoped the lunch would be a success. He again started to feel nervous and had to try and relax. Boy he must not be having just an off week, but an off month.

Rory slipped the cool cotton sweater over her slim body. She started to ponder about what would have happened if Logan had not have woken her up only twenty minutes earlier. Would she really have had a "sex dream" of him? She didn't even think of him like that. He was a friend, only a friend. It didn't matter that she loved spending time with him and was always sad when they said goodbye. He was a friend. A very good friend. Although she would never tell Logan this, she was secretly starting to like the game they played. The marriage mirage was fun, and at the same time amusing for her to watch everyone think it was real. But the only thing was Logan. He was really starting to be convincing. It almost seemed that he really thought of her as something other than a friend. But it must be her mind playing tricks on her. And it wasn't as if she like him back, so it didn't even matter. But what if…?

The thought was soon pushed out of her mind as she walked out of her room and sat by Logan.

"Ready to go?" He asked looking over at her.

"Yes, ready and waiting."

"Then let's go." He said getting up and offering his hand to her.

"Why thank you, sir." Rory laughed as he helped her up.

They drove to the restaurant in a comfortable science, the radio turned on, each humming to the song.

When they got there, they parked and went in to a very old building called Marcello Viachi's. The Italian restaurant was beautiful, everything being in a different shade of green. Even the uniforms the staff wore were a bright emerald color.

"Hi. I have a reservation for Huntzberger." Logan told the lady at the front.

"Ah yes. The rest of your party is already here. Right this way please." She said, taking two menus and leading the two into the elegant jade lunch room.

"What does she mean by the rest of your party? Who else is here?" Rory whispered curiously.

"Uh just a couple people, Ace. Nothing big." He replied.

"Here you are." The waitress said, standing in front of the table.

"Thank you." Logan said and the girl departed.

Rory looked at the people and suddenly got the worst sense of dread as she realized their faces.

"Mom, Dad, Richard, Emily, I'm sure you know my fiancé, Rory." Logan said, introducing the absolutely horrified brunette.

A/N Happy Early Thanksgiving!!!!!