Part 2 of 2.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.

The next thing Logan knew, Ricky Martin's "Livin La Vida Loca" was ringing out shrilly through the room, and Rory was thrashing around, half on top of him as she slapped at the bedside table.

"Cell phone...cell phone...where the heck..." she was mumbling, eyes still half closed.

"Over there, Ace," Logan pointed out the buzzing object on her desk across the room.

Driven only by her desire to stop the horrid noise, Rory threw back the covers and scrambled over him, affording him a delightful view of thigh and buttock and rosy nipple as her body skimmed his. She grabbed the phone up off her desk and pressed it to her ear, grumbling "'Lo?"

"No Grandma, that's not the way I usually answer the phone."

"I'm sorry, Grandma, I was just waking up."

"Yes, I know that it is nine o'clock on Sunday morning, but I was up late last night."

Logan propped his head up on his arms and stared at Rory, who was clearly not awake enough to realize that she was standing buck naked in front of him. She was turned half away, hips cocked to one side, showing off her ample curves to perfection. As he watched, she ran a hand through her tangled hair and started to twist it up into a knot.

"No I'm not sure what Mom is doing on Tuesday," Rory continued, sounding slightly exasperated. "I'm sure she'll call you back before then and let you know if she can make it. I don't have plans with her."

"Okay, Grandma. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. Bye."

Rory snapped the phone shut and set it down with a huff. "Stop staring, Logan!"

He met her gaze. "Make me," he challenged. Honestly, how could she expect him not to stare at her?

Logan watched as the slightly flustered look on her face morphed into determination. Ah, there was his Ace. She took the few steps across the room back to the bed, then suddenly reached out and whipped the covers away from his hips, leaving him stark naked to her gaze.

"Just thought we'd even things up a bit," she said, climbing back over him and settling down on her side, facing him. He could see her hand itching to grab the sheet and pull it up over herself, and he reached out and took her wrist before she could act on the impulse.

"Ace, I'm gonna close my eyes now, and you can stare all you want, okay? Then we'll definitely be even, and maybe you can stop being so self-conscious, because it's a given that I'm never going to be able to keep my eyes off you when you're naked." Logan shut his eyes and gently released Rory's hand.

Rory tucked her arm under her head. Logan's eyes were indeed shut tight, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. Rory smiled a little. Maybe he wasn't quite as comfortable as he projected. Then Logan shifted onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. On the other hand, Rory thought, maybe he's exactly as confident as he seems.

And he has reason to be, her brain continued. Logan's blond hair was even spikier than usual, reflecting their romp and a few hours of sleep. His handsome face was relaxed. Clearly, the one place he wasn't afraid to work hard was the gym: Rory gazed admiringly at toned shoulders and biceps, then down across a nearly hairless chest, equally defined. A trail of darker hair started below his navel, leading her eyes down his abs to his erection. Morning wood? Rory thought. Or my doing? She stared at the instrument of so much of her pleasure the night before and felt a tightness at her own center. Logan twitched under her gaze and grew harder, as if he knew where she was looking.

"Like what you see, Ace?" came Logan's voice, lazily, and Rory jumped slightly.

"You have a scar on your left knee," she returned.

"Ah, my most prized asset," Logan said dryly.

"Well, it's not as cool as a map of the London Underground," Rory pointed out.

"London Underground?" Logan sounded puzzled.

"Dumbledore. Harry Potter? Aren't journalism majors supposed to read, Huntzberger?"

"Forgive me if the first thing I think of when I'm naked in bed with you is not some children's book, Gilmore."

"Children's book? Children's book?" Rory sounded insulted. "I'm not sure I can sleep with someone who says such disparaging things about Harry Potter."

"Well, you just have," Logan retorted.

"Such a Snape," Rory muttered.

"OK, peep show is over," Logan stated, his eyes snapping open as he sat up, looped his arm around Rory's waist, and pulled her down onto the bed, rolling on top of her.

Rory looked up at him, a contented smile stretching over her face. She was much more confident here, with their bodies pressed tight together. She rolled her hips, feeling Logan's shaft settle in where it could press against her clit.

And we're off, thought Logan, leaning down to claim her lips. Rory kissed him back hard, running her nails lightly down his back and squeezing his ass. Logan bucked against her.

"Good morning," he whispered in her ear.

"Good morning," Rory murmured back.

Logan pulled back and smirked at her, then started kissing his way down her neck, stroking down her side with feather-light touches, then moving to lick her hardening nipples.

"Mmmm," came from Rory. Then, "Logan!" in a low voice that he couldn't get enough of.

"Ace," he rumbled back, slipping farther down her body to trace her navel with his tongue. "Spread your legs for me," he muttered to her belly.

Rory was too eager to be shy. She shifted as Logan dropped his arms underneath her thighs, running one finger gently down her core and grinning at the "unnh" he heard in response. Glancing up and seeing that her eyes were closed tight, Logan lowered his head and dove right in, placing a broad tongue stroke in exact reversal of his previous finger motion. "Logan!" he heard again.

Rory was in heaven. She had done this before, a couple of times with Jess and a couple of times with Dean, but Logan was taking it to a whole new level. Some advantage to being with a manwhore... she thought absently as Logan's tongue teased and tickled her. "Ooohhhh," she moaned, as he sucked gently on her clit. "Soooo good..."

Logan ran his hand up to tease her breasts, admiring the view as her back arched and another set of moans escaped her. He shifted so that he could slide a finger inside her, noting how wet she was. "Aaahhh," Rory sighed. Logan slipped a second finger inside her and started stroking rhythmically along with his sucking and licking.

"God!" Rory exclaimed, hips jerking. "Logan!"

Logan, a more generous bed partner than most people would guess, was quite pleased at the prospect of watching Rory lost in orgasm again. He'd had to wait unusually long from the first sparks of attraction to bedding her, plenty of time to imagine all sorts of scenarios, and he was not at all disappointed with the reality. She was certainly a firecracker, in and out of bed.

He crooked his fingers against the front wall of her vagina, teasing the sensitive spot that he had discovered, and closed his lips around her clit. "Like this?" he murmured to Rory, mouthing her softly, "or like this?" squeezing tighter.

"Uunnh. Logan. Um. Um. The first one?" she questioned.

"Your wish is my command," he whispered, returning his lips to her.

Her pelvis moved rhythmically against his mouth and fingers as her grunts and moans rose. Rory could feel the tension building. She was so close...she just needed a bit more... "Logan...harder...please...inside..."

He moved his fingers more frantically, increasing the friction, and kept up the light sucking on her clit. It only took a few more seconds, Rory's arousal soaring as she heard herself ask Logan for what she wanted and felt him respond. Then her release hit her, and she was quivering uncontrollably and gasping Logan's name, her whole body abuzz.

Logan rested his head on her thigh and gently removed his fingers from her heat, smiling unguardedly up at Rory, whose head was thrown back on her pillow as her chest heaved.

"Good morning," Rory muttered a few minutes later, and Logan moved up to lie beside her on the narrow bed. A few more minutes passed as Rory's breath slowed, her eyes still closed.

Logan stroked a finger down her cheek, and Rory turned her head, opening her eyes and smiling drowsily at him. "You're delicious," he grinned, and Rory blushed bright red, seeing traces of herself still glistening on his face.

He leaned in for a kiss, and Rory tasted herself on his tongue as her nose filled with the scent of him. She was feeling reenergized, and ready to continue their morning romp. After all, Logan deserved similar pleasure, after making her feel so incredible.

She swung her leg over his hip and an instant later was lying flat out on top of him. Rory kissed him hard, gathering her courage, and decided that it was time to make a move.

She pushed herself up so that she was kneeling between Logan's legs, stroking his shaft with one hand and leaning over to kiss down his chest and abs, nuzzling each hipbone in turn. Rory glanced up at him through miles-long eyelashes. "Tell me what you like," she murmured, moving her lips toward the head of his cock.

"Ace...Ror...you don't have to," Logan gutted out. Please, please, he was thinking, please keep going.

"Want to," she purred. "Tell me."

A wet dream come to life, Logan thought. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and she was looking back at him as if awaiting instructions.

Rory couldn't quite believe her nerved, but she actually hadn't given more than a couple of blow jobs, and after the show that Logan had just put on, she really wanted to do this right. Having him tell her what to do seemed like a good way to go.

"Kiss," Logan got out, touching the head of his cock lightly. Rory bent to do just that, placing her lips softly on the very tip, then kissing around in a small circle.

"Lick," Logan suggested, stroking his hand once up his shaft, and immediately Rory's tongue replaced his palm, and she was licking industriously, broad strokes causing him to shudder. "Rooory," he grunted. "Rooory, feels so good..."

She swirled her tongue around his tip again, then looked up at him. "Please..." he pleaded, meeting her gaze. The words "suck me," ran through his mind, but this wasn't one of the girls he played with on a regular basis, and he had a feeling Rory didn't want him quite that raw. Yet, at least. "Can you take me inside?" he ventured instead, and then groaned as her mouth descended over him and she was licking and sucking at him, one hand gripping the base of his shaft.

"Jesus, Rory!" he exclaimed. For a relative beginner, she sure had a hell of a knack for it. He felt his orgasm begin to build, and reached down to touch the top of Rory's head. She looked up at him, mouth still closed over his cock, and his heart nearly stopped.

"Gotta slow down, Ace," he said ruefully, and tugged gently on a lock of hair so that she'd come up to lie atop him once more. "Wanna go for a ride?" he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Rory's eyes widened and she looked around the room. "Logan...no...that's alright" she muttered, staying glued up against him. The room was bright with the morning sun, and she wasn't sure that she really wanted to be displaying herself like that.

"You really aren't an exhibitionist, are you, Ace?" Logan chuckled, rolling them over so he was on top again. "You could be a Puritan with all of this missionary."

Rory glared up at him. "I don't think Pilgrims did what we were just doing. I think they had sex with their clothes on. And weren't supposed to like it."

"Touché, Ace," he replied. He reached for her bedside drawer again, cocking his head questioningly. "Can we?"

"Yes, please." Rory wiggled underneath him and looked pleased.

Logan knelt up, rolled on the condom, and came back to her embrace, sliding smoothly inside of her. They both sighed at the sensation.

Logan propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Rory, whose eyes fluttered open to meet his. "I'm glad you're not a Puritan, Ace, those hats would look mighty funny in bed."

She giggled. "I think it'd be you in the hat," she returned. "I'd have a bonnet. D'you think you'd wear those shoes to bed, too, with the silver buckles?"

"Anything to decrease the pleasure," Logan assured her. "Not that I'm always opposed to shoes in bed…" he trailed off, thinking of a particularly delightful evening the previous summer that had involved a pair of stilettos.

"Dirty!" Rory exclaimed, whacking his shoulder and returning him to the present, no less delightful, moment.

"Now who's the kinky one, little sadist?" Logan leered down at her.

"Lo-gan!" Rory protested.

He responded by pulling back and thrusting into her once more, which effectively changed the subject.

Rory had two more orgasms as Logan's skillful movements found her G-spot. No wonder there's a line to get to Logan, she thought to herself as she recovered from the second. Could anything in the world feel better than this?

"Sure you don't want to be on top, Ace?" Logan asked temptingly. Limp and sweaty, Rory glanced over at her bedside table and realized that they'd been going at it for at least fifteen minutes. And actually, she was beginning to feel a little sore. The last twelve hours had included a not insignificant percentage of the total sex she'd had in her life, and as impressed with Logan's stamina as she was, she was also kind of ready to take a break.

Rory shook her head at Logan. "I'm good, actually. Your turn?"

"Sick of me already?" he grinned down at her.

"Well, you see, Julio my Latin lover comes at one and I simply must get a nap in between," Rory drawled, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly at Logan.

"Gee, Ace, I'm hurt. You'd rather nap than do this?" Logan twisted his hips.

Rory pulled Logan's head down and kissed him, hard. "This is incredible," she responded, bucking her hips back at him. "But you've darn near worn me out," she admitted with an adorable smile. "Come on, it's your turn."

Logan didn't need to be told more than twice. He resettled himself on top of Rory, finding an angle that would let him thrust hard and deep, and upped the pace. Rory ran her hands down his back, urging him on. God, he just needed a little bit more...

"Ace, wrap your legs around me?" he suggested hoarsely.

Rory complied, bending her knees up and crossing her legs behind his back. Logan groaned as he slid even deeper on his next thrust, and Rory's gasping out his name set his balls tingling.

"Logan! Like that?"

"Yes! Like that. God! Ace! Fuck! So good!" Logan was lost again as he pounded into her. He fell over the edge as he felt her hands cup his ass to pull him closer, and she shivered around him as he rode it out.

Rory was dazed. She was buzzing all over, trying to catch her breath against the pleasant weight of Logan's body atop her chest. His head was nestled against her shoulder, and she could feel him panting hard, his heart pounding rapidly against her ribs. Sex with Dean had been sweet, had been gentle, had been enjoyable, had been loving, but it had never felt like this. She'd only climaxed once during actual intercourse before this, and never so many times in such a short period! Though it was hardly Dean's fault that they weren't usually able to spend the whole night together and get a morning romp in as well.

Logan felt Rory's hand brush through his hair and then her head turned and she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He really did need to move now. Any time now. Really. It was poor form to crush someone who you definitely wanted to see again.

With a sigh, Logan pushed up onto his elbows and rolled off the bed, repeating the previous night's trek to the wastebasket. Just as he sat down on the edge of the bed again, picking up the towel where they'd discarded it the night before, his phone buzzed.

"Huntzberger."

"Colin, the reason that I haven't answered my door is that I'm not in my room."

"I'm not going to tell you that."

"Because then you'd come pound on the door over here."

"No, I don't care what Finn got himself into. He can get himself right back out again."

"Why can't you bring him clothes? You're his roommate!"

"Well, gee, that makes perfect sense. Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes. Finn is going to owe me, big time."

Logan threw the offending object back on the bedside table and turned to Rory, shaking his head. "Finn has woken up on the top floor of the gym. He has no clothes, and has no recollection of how he got there. The doors are locked, so he can't get out. I am the one with the master key to the gym, so I have to go over there and get him, tempted as I am to leave him there."

Rory looked at him skeptically, then started laughing. "That is way too good of a story to have even made up. Go! Just as long as I get to hear all the details at some point."

"You've got yourself a deal, Ace." Logan stood and started pulling his clothes back on. Once he was dressed, he sat back down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to Rory.

He stroked her cheek lightly and she smiled up at him, trying not to show how fast her brain was whirring, trying to come up with the right thing to say.

"I've got class tomorrow night, Ace. What are you up to on Tuesday?"

Relieved that he'd taken the lead on their next encounter, Rory wrinkled up her nose and thought. "Shoot, study group Tuesday nights."

"Wednesday?"

"Works for me," Rory replied happily after a few seconds' thought.

"Pick you up here at seven?"

"And by seven you mean seven-fifteen?" Rory hinted strongly.

"Indeed," Logan laughed, and leaned down for a last soft kiss. "See you Wednesday, Ace."