Rory woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so excited to meet the day ahead of her. Still in her pajamas, she slipped into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. After a couple of minutes of enjoying the solitude, Luke came out of her spare bedroom fully dressed. They acknowledged each other in silence as Luke reached for a coffee mug.

"Pancakes?" Luke asked her for her breakfast preference. Although Luke had made Rory breakfast countless times over the years, there was something much more intimate about making breakfast in the apartment of his soon-to-be step-daughter. The feeling was noticed by both.

"Yes, please," Rory responded enthusiastically. Already familiar with her kitchen, Luke started to work making breakfast for his family while Rory went back into her room to get ready for the day.

Luke and Lorelai needed to get back to Stars Hollow by noon, so after breakfast, they gathered their belongings and headed home. Rory dressed in workout clothes and headed to the gym. It was a habit she picked up on the road. It helped to clear her head and after seeing Logan last night and their impending date tonight, she needed a clear head. After finishing her workout, making a light lunch, and showering, Rory lost herself into the world of Emily Bronte. When she looked at the clock, it was 6:30. She needed to start getting ready.

Rory selected a black Nicole Miller cocktail dress and a pair designer plum suede pumps. She blew out her hair and applied subtle yet sophisticated makeup. She was just putting on her earrings when the buzzer to her apartment announced his arrival. She quickly buzzed him in and unlocked the door while she went to grab her clutch. He was just walking in the door as she emerged from her bedroom. "Woah," he exclaimed, taking in her appearance. She had always been beautiful, but now, her look held a polish that she hadn't fully developed when they were together.

Rory chuckled at his expression. "Is that a good woah or a bad woah," she inquired.

"Definitely a good woah, Ace."

She took in his appearance. His suit looked like it was made for him and knowing his tastes, it probably had been. He had forgone a tie, instead leaving his collar open. "You don't look so bad, yourself," she remarked. Logan helped her into her coat and led her to the town car that was waiting outside. They talked about nothing of consequence on the way to the restaurant and were seated as soon as they walked in the door.

After taking their coats, the maître-de led them to a round booth in the back of the restaurant. The scooted close to each other and looked over the wine list.

"Do you have a preference," he asked her.

"Something red," she replied.

Logan ordered a bottle of 2009 Caymus Cabernet Sauvignon and toasted her after their glasses were filled. They both ordered their entrees and shared an awkward silence before she cut to the chase.

"How is this going to work, Logan? Are we going to talk about the not so happy past or just gloss over it?"

Logan laughed at her candidness. "That's one way to kill the elephant sitting in the room."

He took a drink of his wine and his expression turned serious. He knew what he had to say, but he couldn't bring himself to look at her when he said it. Instead, he stared into his wine glass. "It hurt like hell when you said no," he said, his voice low. "But now, I think I understand why you did it. I can go through the list of the ways we both messed up, but that seems counter-productive when we have just one evening to enjoy each other's company."

"So, are we agreeing to let the past stay in the past," she asked. "At least for now."

"I am if you are," he said, looking into her eyes.

Rory took a sip of wine before she responded. "So tell me about your business partners," she said, silently agreeing to their pact.

Their dinner was delicious and they fell into an easy conversation, shifting closer to each other as the evening wore on like two magnets being drawn together. Between the salad and main course, Logan found his hand on her knee. By the time dessert came, he was nuzzling her neck, setting both of their bodies on fire. As she sipped the last of her coffee, she had to rub her legs together so that she would remember how to behave in public.

Sensing her arousal and trying to control his own, Logan asked for the check and after paying, he looked in her eyes. They were dark and full of lust, most likely mirroring his own. "Ace," he said to her. "Let's get out of here."

Rory realized that she was grateful that their attraction was obviously as strong as ever. The car was waiting for them when they went outside and Logan told the driver to take them to the Tribeca Grand Hotel. They rode there in silence too afraid that one innocent touch, look, or playful comment would open the floodgates.

As soon as they were in the safety of the elevator, he backed her against the wall and kissed her, tenderly but deliberately. He allowed his hands to roam over her dress, re-familiarizing himself with her curves.

The elevator dinged, signaling that they had reached his floor. Reluctantly, they broke apart. Logan grabbed Rory's hand and led her out of the small silver car and down the hallway to room 1531. He swiped his keycard and allowed her entrance before shutting the door behind them and resuming their passionate kiss.

When they broke apart for air, Logan leaned his forehead against hers and sighed. "Rory, I've been dreaming about this for so long. It almost seems like this is just a fantasy."

She looked into his eyes and said the first thing that popped into her mind. "I'm here, Logan. What are you going to do with me?"

With a growl, Logan attacked her lips again and led her to the king sized bed leaving a trail of garments in their wake. He carefully laid her on the bed and crawled up beside her, tenderly touching her everywhere his hands could go.

Breaking apart, she asked for the bathroom. He led her to the room's en suite. Rory shut the door and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was flushed and her lips were swollen. Logan had a way of making her feel adored, and it was clear that their separation hadn't changed that. As she slipped out of her dress, she made sure she was ready for what was about to transpire. She had never stopped loving Logan and even if he didn't feel the same way about her anymore, she wanted one last night of passion to remember. She was definitely ready for this.

Rory carefully folded her clothes on the counter. She fluffed up her hair a bit and added a swipe of lipstick. She left on her heels, remembering that Logan always loved her legs in high heels. She adjusted the matching bra and panty set she was wearing, suddenly thankful that she had grabbed her sexy lingerie rather than the comfortable cotton boy shorts she had considered. Giving herself one last look in the mirror, Rory grabbed the robe that was hanging on the back of the door and wrapped it around her body, stepping out of the bathroom.

Logan looked up as she entered the room and his breath hitched. The last time he had been this turned on was the last time he had made love to her. Of course there had been women since, but none of them could make him ache with desire from sight alone.

He stood, rooted to the ground while she shyly made her way over to him. The adult Rory had all of the confidence in the world, but still, he could see traces of the shy girl he fell in love with so long ago. As she moved, she slowly stripped off her robe to reveal the present to him that was underneath. He groaned when he saw her plum and black lace bra and matching panties. She would be the death of him. A slow, agonizing death, but so worth it.

"Well, Mr. Huntzberger," she purred. "It appears that you have too much clothing on for the occasion."

Logan had removed his jacket and shoes, but was still fully dressed in his dress pants and oxford. Rory leaned up to capture his lips while she slowly untucked his shirt. He was still exploring the depths of her mouth when her small hands moved to the buckle of his belt and removed his pants. He helped her by toeing off his shoes and socks before gently laying her down on the king-sized bed again. His greedy hands explored her body remembering the way her breast fit in his palm, or how leaving feather light caresses on her side made her shiver. Careful not to place all of his weight on her, he moved his mouth to her jaw, then that sensitive spot just below her ear. Her body was like a map, one that he had memorized long ago. It was so familiar; he just had to remember how to read the key.

Rory shifted underneath him, pressing her pelvis against his erection, desperate for friction. He slid his mouth down between the peaks of her breasts, down the valley of her navel, to the forbidden line where he made quick work with his teeth to slide her panties down her legs. Immediately, his fingers sought out her core and circled the tight nub of pleasure, exactly where she needed it most. She writhed beneath the feeling of his hands and let a loud moan escape. Logan quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue, bringing one hand down to her wet, hot center. He placed one finger inside of her and her hips involuntarily bucked. Two fingers and she arched her back off of the bed. Three fingers and she called out his name.

His cock was so hard that he thought he might explode. He quickly removed his boxers and palmed himself, seeking even the most miniscule bit of relief. Rory noticed and looked into his eyes.

"Logan, fuck me, please."

He quickly crossed the room to his discarded pants and pulled out his wallet. The foil packet tore easily and he covered his now-throbbing member with the latex. Moving back to the bed where Rory was watching him with hooded eyes, he kissed his way back up her body. He kissed her mouth as he plunged into her tight, wet core, muffling the sounds he knew she wanted to make. He continued to make work of his tongue against her neck, jaw, ear, and mouth while they found a steady rhythm. They both knew that neither would last long, so Logan reached down to circle her clitoris and bring her the relief she was begging for. He felt her inner walls begin to clench around him and squeezed her nub one last time before she fell over the edge.

"FUCK! LOGANNNNN" she cried as stars burst behind her eyes. He always loved how she talked dirty in the throws of passion and the combination of her language and her clentching around his shaft were enough to send him over the edge too. He grunted something unintelligible as he emptied himself into her in long hot spurts.

After, they laid there basking in post-orgasmic bliss. His head was on her chest and he could hear her heart beating what seemed like a million miles a minute. Reluctantly, he rolled off of her and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back to see that she had removed her shoes and crawled under the covers.

"God, Ace. That was…"

He didn't seem to have the adequate words to tell her how wonderful it felt to have her body beneath his again. He sighed and curled up behind her in bed, both still completely naked.

"I know," she whispered. "I felt it too."

They laid tangled in each other, both afraid to break the dream state they were in. He noticed goosebumps on her skin and pulled the covers around them.

"Stay with me," he begged. Rory nodded and snuggled under his arm. As he shifted them both into a comfortable position and wrapped his arms around her. He wasn't sure what he had done to have this angel in his arms again, but he was grateful.

"This would definitely qualify as a cute meet if we hadn't already met," he stated, trying to fill the silence.

"You know," she said with a smirk. "If I had known how talented you were when we first met, you wouldn't have needed to give Colin a black eye to get my attention."

"Oh, come on Ace. What would have been the fun in that? Besides, Colin needed to be knocked down a peg or two."

They continued their playful banter until they couldn't keep their eyes open any longer. Just before she drifted off, Rory pulled herself up to look into Logan's eyes.

"So, no regrets?" she asked.

"Never with you" he responded honestly as he pulled the covers up around them. He held her body close to his, refusing to let her go. The last thought he had before drifting off was that he could fall asleep like that forever.