It was finally November 4, 2008,  Election Day.  Logan, Rory, and the entire team assembled at the Hartford office later that afternoon and settled in for the duration.  Earlier in the day, a small team had followed the candidates to the polls and took the obligatory shots of them entering the booths presumably to vote for themselves.  They attempted to get a few words with both candidates, but security was very tight on election day.  Instead, they were able to speak with voters waiting in line or ones that just emerged from the polls.

As part of their plan and based on the latest poll predictions, Peggy was sent to Chicago that afternoon.  Barrack Obama was strongly predicted to win the election.  Peggy was assigned to be present for the presumed acceptance speech.  Another reporter, David, was sent to cover what was presumed to be John McCain's concession speech in Phoenix. 

The crew watched as the polls in various states closed and votes were tallied.  They constantly updated their online outlets with facts, opinions, and predictions.  It was Rory's idea to open an online chat for subscribers to discuss the election or ask questions.  She rotated with her assistant to moderate the forum and direct the conversation.

The polls on the West Coast closed at 11 pm.  Shortly after, Barrack Obama was named the 44th President of the United States.  They watched McCain give his concession speech from Phoenix. Then they watched the President Elect give his victory speech from Chicago.  Rory closed the online discussion after thanking their subscribers for their participation.  The team then scrambled to condense the night's events and summarize the results.  Peggy and David both called in with more details and emailed their stories and photos.  It was well into the early morning hours before the printers began reeling off the first copies.

"Whew, what a night!"  Rory said collapsing into her desk chair.  They had just sent the majority of the staff home with instructions to return in a few hours and were relaxing in her office for a few minutes before heading home.

"Great job with the chat.  It went over really well,"  Logan said.

"Thanks Boss,"  Rory smirked.

"There you two are.  Great job tonight,"  Mitchum said as he walked into Rory's office. 

"There YOU are.  Where have you been all night? I thought we'd see you before now, that you'd pop in here, stir things up,"  Logan said leaning back in his chair and lacing his hands behind his head.

"Nah, you run the show now.  This was the big show tonight.  Figured I'd let you sink or swim on your own,"  Mitchum said. 

"Ummm...thanks, I think,"  Logan said.

Mitchum laughed and said, "I said good job, son.  You swam.  But I didn't really come here to pat you on the back."  Mitchum half sat on the edge of the desk.  He snagged a pretzel out of the open bag next to him.  As he chewed, he said, "I just got off the phone with Obama's head of PR.  He wants a full feature on the new First Lady and Second Lady.  We are talking full photo spread, biographies, plans for the White House and their own agendas.  Most likely this will be a several part feature.  They both requested Rory to do the feature."

"Really?  Me?"  Rory asked.

"Yep. They won't settle for anyone else.   You interviewed both of them already.  They were both really pleased with the articles and your approach.  This is big, Gilmore.  You are going to be the first to interview them in their new elected roles. Congratulations,"  Mitchum said.

"Wow, Ace, that's great,"  Logan said.  Then to Mitchum, "When do they want to do this?"

"In the next week.  They will all be headed to D.C.  to get the lay of the land and do some PR shots, so we'll set it up for Rory there.  You should probably go too.  You know, make nice with the new administration, let them see your face.  From there you can head to Florida to wrap that deal up,"  Mitchum said as he rose from the desk.  He grabbed a few more pretzels for the road.  "Alright, I'm headed home to wait for my paper to arrive.  Can't wait to see what you all put out."  He turned back at the doorway and said, "Get in touch with your mother about Thanksgiving.  She's driving me crazy."

Logan and Rory shared a smile before they packed up to leave for the night.

Back at their apartment, they were both exhausted but too full of adrenaline to sleep.  Logan fixed himself a scotch and poured Rory a glass of wine.  They settled on to the couch together to chat and try to relax.  Rory rolled her neck.  It was stiff from long hours at the computer screen moderating the chat and editing articles.

"I still don't know how Peggy managed to get close enough to ask questions to Obama after he gave the speech.  She is incredible,"  Rory said.

"Remember Paris at the Daily News?  She just steam rolled anyone in her way.  Peggy does the same.  She was the only one there that managed to get a direct statement.  The new President of the United States called her by name!  Every paper has to print that direct quote now.  It's a shame she is leaving us soon to play hotel,"  Logan said.  "Just imagine the places we could send her."

"Oh stop.  She is so happy and excited about this.  Besides, who knows?  Maybe she'll be back,"  Rory said.

"Maybe.  Enough about Peggy.  What about you?  The First and Second Ladies know your name and 'won't settle for anyone else'!  You are a steam roller too.  You just have a different approach.  Instead of going in guns blazing, you are sweet and offer lollipops to win people over,"  Logan said.

Rory laughed, "I offer lollipops?  Ewww!  That sounds like I drive around in a big van with tinted windows tempting children or something!"

"Hey, whatever works,"  Logan said laughing back.  "But it did work.  You scored big this time."

"It is pretty cool.  I can't wait to call and tell my mom tomorrow,"  Rory said.  "And your plan seems to be working.  Mitchum pretty much set it up that we won't see anyone until Thanksgiving.  I am so glad.  I didn't know if I would be able to keep my mouth shut!"  She reached in her shirt and pulled out her engagement ring that was hanging on a gold chain.  She removed it from the chain and slipped it back on her finger.  "I hate hiding it, but Mitchum would have surely seen it tonight," she said.  As she looked at her hand, she said, "It looks so right on my finger."

"I love seeing it on your finger too,"  Logan said as he took her hand and kissed her finger.  He turned her hand over and kissed the inside of her wrist.  He continued kissing  up her forearm pulling her closer in the process.  He placed her wineglass next to his scotch glass on the coffee table and kissed her gently.  Then, still holding her hand, he stood up.  "Come with me?"  he asked.

"Where to?"  Rory asked but rose from the couch.

Logan led her to the bedroom.  He stopped at the edge of the bed and took her face in his hands.  He looked into her eyes and said, "I am so proud of you.  You are amazing."  He kissed her again.  This time was just as gentle, but deeper and more thorough.  He slowly lifted her sweater over her head and removed her bra.  Then he unhooked her trousers and let them fall to the floor.  He drew her panties to the floor without touching her. 

She stood naked in front of him.  He pulled back the covers of the bed and said, "Lay down, Ace.  On your stomach."  She obliged his request.  As she arranged herself in the position he asked for, she heard him walk into the adjoining bathroom.  When he emerged, she noticed he had shed his clothing and was carrying a small bottle. 

"I want to practice pampering my future wife,"  Logan said as he straddled her naked behind.  He bent to kiss her ear and nuzzle her neck.  "I thought you might like a massage."

"Logan, you are just as tired as I am, you don't have to do th...." she trailed off as she felt him squeeze some of the massage oil on her upper back and shoulders.  His hands immediately went to work soothing the kinks and making the tension disappear.  She sighed as his hands worked magic on her. Logan worked on her neck, shoulders, and upper back first.  When he felt her muscles give in to him, he scooted his body down so that he was straddling the backs of her legs.  The massage moved down her back. 

"Ooooh, I feel some tension here,"  he said as he kneaded the muscles of her lower back just above her behind. He added some pressure and heard her moan.  From his position he wondered if she was aware that with her moan she opened her legs.  He was trying very hard to keep this innocent and simply pleasure her, but he took it as an invitation.  He decided to test the waters and see if she was receptive.  Logan began massaging her butt cheeks.  Every so often, his hand would slip between her legs to stroke her inner thigh.  Rory sighed each time his hands roamed and her legs parted a fraction more.  Logan groaned inwardly and felt himself get very hard. 

Rory felt his excitement against her thigh.  She pushed the back of her leg into him and whispered, "Logan."

"Shhhh,"  he muttered as he continued the massage.  His hands moved from her butt to the backs of her thighs.  He spread her legs even further with his massage.  While he massaged with one hand, one finger on his other hand slipped into her.  She groaned and lifted her pelvis toward him to give him better access.

Watching her backside rise from that angle, Logan got very excited.  He abandoned the massage and leaned forward to nip her ear and nibble her neck.  His finger was still moving inside her.  Rory could feel his erection teasing her leg as he hovered over her back.  She was squirming around and  pushing back hard against his hand.  He slipped a second finger into her.  Moments later he felt her clench around his fingers as she muffled her scream into the bed.

He slowly withdrew his fingers and rolled her on to her back.  He covered her body with his own. He very slowly buried himself in her. 

Rory brought her hands to his face.  She held his head and pulled him towards her.  Her ring flashed brightly in the dim light.  She kissed him and said, "You are going to be an amazing husband.  I love you." 

Logan smiled at her as he began to move inside her showing her how much he loved her.