Hello im Dauntnegation, just wanted to say that I have only recently watched Gilmore Girls but I immediately fell in love with it. Please review and enjoy.
Chapter 1: Evaluation
It's been almost a year since Rory and Logan had tied the knot at 'the wedding of the decade' as the New York Times called it. Not that it was biased at all, a mere two months before the wedding Huntzberger Media had taken full control of the paper after their partners selling up. Mitchum spent the first couple of months building the paper up to an 'acceptable' standard as he had made it very public that after the wedding newly married Huntzberger junior would be taking over as CEO on all the New York papers. Now after Logan being in charge just under the year his hours were starting to become suitable for him to balance his work life and home life, it had been hard on Rory and him.
Rory had graduated the spring of the wedding, taking the summer off as she disappeared for a month on her honeymoon. Now a year on since she got her first job out of Yale at 22 years old; Rory had started off as a City writer at The Observer, also owned by Huntzberger Media and governed by her husband. She didn't like the fact that everyone thought that she only got the job because she was married to the young Huntzburger, but she dealt with it anyway.
Both Logan and Rory are now living in New York, in a large oversized apartment across the hall from the year-old couple Steph and Colin, who announced they were together just before the wedding. Logan and Rory moved from Hartford; where they were originally living to the apartment in New York after their wedding. Though they still owned their house in Hartford it was hardly ever used. They had the apartment in New York, and it suited all their needs, for now. But as everyone knew Shira and Emily had both already found a large house in New York for Logan and Rory, for when they started their family.
Logan had spent a 16-hour day at the office, leaving early this morning at 7 am, Rory was missing him deeply. Married life plus working life was nothing how she thought it would be, even though they had lived together before it was nothing in comparison to them living together having high demanding jobs, Logan's a bit more than Rory's. When Logan walked in to their apartment that night he was surprised to see Rory sat on the couch waiting for him. She had the let's talk look in her dazzling eyes. The week before Rory had made Logan promise that he would be home at decent hours, this was at least the third time he had promised this. And consequently broken it.
Without saying a word Logan continued into their apartment leaving his pristine brown leather shoes at the door, placing his heavy brief case on the entrance table and dropping his keys from his other hand. He removed his blazer suit jacket and hung it over one of their dining room tables and headed to where Rory was sat. Right now he didn't think sitting next to her was the best choice if they wanted to talk, instead he sat opposite on the empty coffee table. Leaning forward his elbows resting on his legs he encircled her hands in his, "Rory…" he began to apologise.
"No. Logan, I don't want to hear you say sorry yet again." She snapped removing her hands from his. She leaned back against the back running her hands through her long silky brown hair. Noticing the hurt on his face she continued. "Im sick of this. Sick of waiting, wondering when you are going to be home. Gosh Logan we haven't made love in over 2 weeks. How are we meant to bring a child into this family if your never here?" A slight blush creeped up her face, Rory had recently become more confident talking about sex and more personal things, but Logan still found it cute that she still blushed.
Logan and Rory's conversations about children the last year had varied, they both knew they wanted children and they sure as hell knew that his parents expected them to produce an heir to the Huntzberger fortune, but they had never said when they wanted to finally have them. They were both still adjusting to the heavy life style of the work that Mitchum had placed on Logan and the new adventure of Rory's first job, she defiantly was one of the readers' favourites.
"Wait. Ace, are you…?" he started looking her expectantly when she didn't answer he asked his question again, fuller. "Rory, are you pregnant?"
Rory's eyes widened in understanding at what he was asking. "What. No, no, no im not pregnant, im just sick of having to wait for you pondering when you're going to be home. I want to have a husband not a roommate, constantly questioning if I need to order dinner for you or if you won't be home for it." Logan listened on, knowing not to interrupt. "Logan its nearly our one-year anniversary, and I might say what a year it has been. It's be great, sensual, amazing, better than I could ever had expected. But I really think you need to evaluate where your priorities lie. With me, your wife or with your work…"
"Rory I love you, of course my priorities lie with you but my work is very important too" he started, about to talk about the pressure he was under right now, being his first year as CEO, but as soon as he started he knew this wasn't what Rory wanted to hear coming from his mouth right now. He silently scolded himself, he knew he should know better than to talk about his work right now, that's the reason there in this predicament.
Rory stood without a word, walking away into their shared bedroom, Logan just watched after her. Frozen silently in place not knowing what to do or say he waited for her to emerge again which she did, with a bag in hand…
"Rory," desperation leaked from his tone, "Hunny, where are you going?" He finally stood leaving his perch on the coffee table. Making his way round the couch to the door of the apartment where his Ace had briefly stopped to slide on her raincoat.
After fastening her coat and wrapping her scarf around her neck she finally looked at Logan. Their eyes met and she continued by putting on her new peep toe heals Logan had bought her, simultaneously she said; "I'm going to stay with a friend." She looked up at him after opening the door to the hall way, "im giving you some space and time to evaluate your priorities, I'll be home tomorrow night," she said snidely. "Don't follow me!" she added.
Logan knew she was serious; he was nowhere near dressed to follow he had no jacket and no shoes. He stood just outside their apartment door, he shouted "Ace!" No answer. "Rory… Rory," he screamed. He ran back into the hallway slipping on his shoes and grabbing his jacket from the dining room. He made his way back to the entrance way to find Steph and Colin peering out their apartment along with many other heads.
"Logan, mate. What's happening?" Colin attempted to make sense of the situation. Never would he have thought that he would see the day that Rory would walk away from Logan, they were soul mates.
Logan started running down the corridor, "I'll be back, lock up mate." And he disappeared round the corner.
This left Steph and Colin dumbstruck looking at each other, Steph shrugged as Colin's eyes asked her what was going on. But Steph knew as much as he did. For all she knew Rory and Logan were still in paradise, just like they were when they had first got married. She couldn't imagine them not happy. She knew deep down that she had been a terrible friend, she should know everything that Rory is feeling, they were best friends after all. She knew that she needed to talk to her more but recently Rory had been under a lot of pressure at her work. But from Colin she also knew Logan was also receiving pressure. It also didn't help having Shira Huntzberger coming at them like a freight train about producing an heir, recently Emily Gilmore had also started on the train.
Logan got to the elevators seeing both were in use he sprinted right to the end of the hallway to the staff elevator, he knew he would get away with using it, after all he is Logan Huntzberger. He got into the staff elevator as soon as it arrived and sent it down to the reception. He would have taken the stairs if he thought he would beat Rory to the Lobby, the downside of living in the penthouse of one of the tallest apartment buildings in New York.
As soon as the doors opened he began his sprint again, he ran out on to the sidewalk but when he got there his brunette wife was nowhere in sight. He didn't want to stop looking for her but he knew he would never find her at this time at night. He slowly turned around on his heels giving a final gaze around the darkness filled streets and headed back to his penthouse apartment, defeated.
He made his way to the kitchen, on the island there was left over Chinese food, he felt a pang in his heart. He reached for the Vodka off the shelf, he poured himself a glass and downed it in one. His next drink came straight from the bottle, skipping the glass. He sunk down, his back against one of the many cupboard, throwing his tie off to the floor he took another drink from the bottle. And another… and another…
By the time Rory got to her destination it was coming up to 12.30 am. She knew they wouldn't be interrupting any sleep, she knocked gently on the door. Silently hoping that the occupant didn't have any company. There was no answer…
She knocked louder this time, hearing a one sided conversation she knew must be a phone call, this voice got closer and closer. The voice opened the door saying "Logan, I've told you Rory isn't…" the aussies eyes blurred over and blinked several times as if trying to see if she was really here. "What… yeah, im still here!" he continued moving to the side of the door gesturing for her to enter. "Oh you want to know if Rory is at my apartment," he looked to her asking her whether or not to tell him her location. She simple shook her head, Rory turned to go sit in the living room as Finn turned to walk away saying, "She isn't here mate, your drunk you need to…" she didn't quite catch the end of the sentence.
Over the years that Rory and Finn had known each other they had become really good friends, so much so he would lie to her husband, his best friend where she was. When she needed to get away Finn was always there to help her. Recently in Logan's absence on nights Rory has spent her time on the phone talking to non-other than Finn, the resident aussie in their friendship group. Over the past two weeks Finn and Rory had spent and increasingly amount of time with each other, at lunches, dinners and even breakfasts. To the public eye someone could interpret their friendship as an affair but as most all newspapers in New York are owned by Huntzberger media no one dared write an article, never mind publish it in fear for their jobs even the papers that weren't owned by Huntzberger Media would dare.
Finn headed back to where Rory had disappeared to about to asked her the reason for her being here when he noticed her sleeping form. He tucked a strand of hair that covered her face behind her ear and placed a loving but innocent kiss on her forehead. Finn gathered a blanket from a nearby cupboard and draped it over her, heading to his room he heard Rory speak, "Thank you Finn." He simply nodded even though she couldn't see him.
The next morning Rory awoke when her nose was assaulted by the smell of coffee. Last night was the first night that Rory and Logan hadn't slept in the same bed since the wedding, thanks to Mitchum agreeing to no out of town business trips for the first 2 years, but if it was 100% a must then he would be okayed to allow Rory to travel with him. This only happened twice in their first year. One to London and the other over to Paris and to say the least even though they were there for business, Logan and Rory defiantly experienced pleasure.
Rory rummaged through her bag for her toothbrush and she made her way to the bathroom, she quickly brushed her teeth and picked up her first coffee fix of the morning. Hoping not to run into Finn she quicking picked up her bag and made her way straight into the nearest bathroom she put on her spare work clothes she had brought with her. Her dress was slightly creased but luckily her blazer would hide it on the most part. She modestly applied the makeup, a little less than normal and made her way back to the kitchen where the coffee was. She gulped down another cup and raced to put her coat and shoes on. Leaving her night bag by the door she scribbled a note on a piece of paper and stuck it to the fridge.
The note read: 'Finn, I have left for work. Thanks for letting me stay the night, I needed too. Im going home tonight. If possible could you drop my bag off when you visit Steph and Colin this afternoon. They have a key. Thanks again, Love Rory x – p.s – your coffee is amazing!'
She left the apartment silently.
As she walked out onto the 12th floor of The Observer, she heard rumours already going around.
"Story is she walked out on her husband last night after catching him cheating." One reporter said to the group.
Another one jumped in, "well I heard she was the one cheating and that is where she stayed last night." For a bunch of reporters, they always use to gather incorrect and inaccurate information about Logan and Rory.
As Rory got closer to the group the chatter dissipated and many on her co-workers said 'hi' and 'how you doing' rhetorical questions. The group dispersed as soon as Rory had sat at her desk.
Rory thought the best way to clear her mind right now would be to bury herself in her work, and so she did. She only resurfaced when someone shouted, "Ror, you gonna get that?" Only then did she realised her desk phone was ringing, she looked to the clock 10.30 it had been 2 hours already. She wondered quickly how long her desk phone had been ringing before she picked it up.
"Rory Huntzberger speaking" she said in the way she had grown accustom to.
Mitchum was on the other end, "Rory, my daughter-in-law. How are thee today?" He asked however she knew that Mr Mitchum Huntzberger does not do social calls, just to catch up, she knew there was another reason for this call.
"I'm fine, and yourself?" She asked shortly hoping he would get to the point soon.
And he did. "I'm good thank you, now down to business." Here we go, what does he want now, he had already tried to get her to move the New York Times as it's a daily paper, instead of weekly. He had tried to promote her without her wanting him to and he had also tried to buy them an even bigger apartment than they already have. They don't even use all the one they have. "I was calling out of concern…" She tried to hide her scoff with a gently chesty cough, this didn't go unnoticed by Mitchum and the rest of the newsroom. Which she noticed were also paying attention to her conversation. "… concern for my son, he hasn't turned up to work yet. Do you know why?" he asked almost convincingly. If she didn't know Mitchum Huntzberger for who he really was then she would have thought that he really was being sincere and concerned.
But to a more serious note, something must be wrong if he isn't as work, she made a mental note to call Finn to check in on Logan. After all, on the phone last night he did say that he was drunk. "I don't know why he isn't at work. We had a small dispute." Rory had said this not wanting to use the word 'fight.' Mitchum attempted to talk but Rory cut him off, "I didn't stay at home last night, Mitchum. Im sorry I can't help you."
Mitchum began to cursed down the phone to Rory. Nothing bad about her but saying what a stupid boy Logan was being and how immature he was, even though he didn't have a clue what had happened. That is what she disliked about the Huntzberger family the most they always assumed the worst of Logan when in fact he was much, much better than the worst.
When the line when dead she assumed he had hung up, as she went to put the receiver down she noticed a hand that must have caused her phone call to end prematurely, she followed the hand up their arm to a face, that looked full of remorse, it was Logan.
Grabbing he purse from under her desk she took Logan by the arm and started to lead him to the elevator not wanting to get into it here. She made a quick stop at her editor's office making a small white lie about how Logan is unwell. And considering who she was and who Logan is to her he let her go without a shadow of a doubt. Logan and Rory remained silent all the way down to the reception. They both headed out the main doors, still no words between them, their only contact being Logan's palm gently pressed to the small of her back. They climbed into a taxi that Logan had flagged down. Logan muttered the address to the driver and yet again the silence engulfed them.
Rory refused to be the first to speak and she was almost 100% that the first words to come out of Logan's mouth would be 'im sorry,' but boy was she wrong. They had both walked into their home, Logan helping Rory remove her coat from her shoulders, a simple gesture but still entirely sweet. They resumed their places from the night before. Rory on the couch, Logan on the coffee table. They looked into each other's eyes, Logan spoke, calm but clear and totally serious. "Let's have a baby."
Rory looked totally dumbstruck at the words Logan had just said. She opened her mouth to speak, but Logan stopped her with a simple finger pressed to her lips. Logan started, "last night I understood you finally, I'm never home, never with my wife and I should be. You are the love of my life and my number one priority. My father called me asking why I wasn't at work and I told him, all I said is 'im taking time off' then I hung up." She couldn't help but let her smile etch on to her face, he continued. "Rory, my Ace I'm always going to be there for you, pamper you, and pleasure you. So why not now. Let's start our family right now. Not because our family wants us to but because we want to. Let's take a leap, like you did off that scaffolding, and when you married me, take a leap now. And bring up our children the way we want to." Logan finally removed his finger from her lips sliding his hand round to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his lips were resting just over hers, her eyes closed. "What do you say Ace?"
Rory didn't say anything; she didn't move either for what felt like an eternity to him. Finally, she connected their lips properly. This was her yes. She nodded through the kiss, "I love and trust you Logan." She said between kisses.
"I love you too my Ace."
Logan moved to the couch next to her and pulled her to straddle him, never breaking their long awaited passionate kiss. They hadn't make love in over two weeks, he wanted to make this afternoon one to remember.
Rory's hands start to roam over his body, still kissing him as she stands to remove her jacket to leave her in her black dress. She stands, at Logan's confused face she holds out her hand, "Bedroom" she demands. He takes her hand and leads her to their bedroom.
They both go inside; Rory turns to shut the door. As she turns back Logan is up against her, their lips reconnecting in the passionate kiss they had just been engaged in, in the other room. As he leans into her she feels all his muscles ripple against her chest. Logan's mouth departs from hers and travels down her neck to her collarbone and back up again. Logan's hands remove themselves from their entwined state in Rory's hair and go round to the back of her dress. He makes quick work of the hook and zip as it drops to the floor with no fuss. Leaving Rory stood in her night black lace underwear.
Rory's hands travel to his tie and hastily removes it, quickly starting work on the many buttons that line his shirt. All buttons eventually detached she removes his shirt tracing his muscles with her hands. Logan picks Rory up still latched on to each other's lips and pressed against their bedroom door where she wraps her legs around his waist. He glides across the room in a few steps and lays Rory's back onto the 5-star bed in their room. Logan leans back from between her legs to look down on the beauty below, that is his wife; how did he get so lucky? His eyes skim over her body. Rory grabs on to the closest part of Logan she could find which happened to be his belt buckle. Leaning down he begins to assault her lips again massaging them like a masseuse massages your back. He lays his body close to Rory's not missing a single second of her. Logan and Rory's lips part as he kisses along her jaw line and down her neck. Yet again he works over her collar bones and through the valley of her breasts, he kisses around her navel and he secretly hopes that very soon this very stomach will hold and carries his first born child.
Their lips reconnect yet again in a fire filled explosion when she pulls him back up by the scruff of his hair, he likes it when she shows little acts of dominance like this. Rory flips them over taking more and more control from Logan. She straddles him over his growing erection, moving slightly backwards to expose the belt buckle she removes the belt silently. Climbing off him he raises his hips as she pulls his trousers and boxers down in one fell swoop. Revealing his hard length, she climbs back on top of him. As he tries to turn them over she tuts back at him. In resistance he places his firm hands determinedly on her exposed hips. Rory sat over his strong throbbing erection starts to move slowly with only the thin lace fabric separating them. She leans her head back and removes her bra, seductively unclipping it and tossing it to the side of the room.
A soft playful growl emanates from Logan and he takes back control, he takes hold of her lovely filled breasts in his hands. He encases a nipple in his mouth raking his teeth over and over until she squirms and he changes to the other breast maintaining his massaging. His hips continue to grind against her and she gives a slight whimper.
He takes hold of her final article of clothing gently, seductively and enticingly pulling her lace black pants down her toned legs with his fingers grazing her core making her jump with pleasure. He moves back up and connects their lips. Logan hand gently caresses her inner thigh and with his index finger he tests her readiness.
Logan knew she was ready but he wanted to tease her one last time before they fully committed to their consensual act of love and need. Logan looked deeply into her eyes and could see the want and need she had in them, he placed his throbbing member at her entrance, enticing her. Rubbing his head against her but not quite entering her.
"Logan" she panted and he knew it was time. He slowly edged into her tight hole. He never got used to how small and tight she felt against his huge member. Entering her inch by inch he saw her go from her always discomfort to love and cherishment. Once Logan was fully seated inside of her he recoupled their lips and slid back out. He started to pump increasingly faster until she started crying out in extreme pleasure. "Logan, Logan," she continues to pant against his lips.
As he felt her reaching her climax he moans her name, really load. Surprised if Steph and Colin wouldn't hear. He started to feel her tighten always wondering how that was always possible. Logan knew she was about to fall over the cliff, he pumped faster determined to finish with her, he emptied himself into her with another loud moan and groan. This was the first time that they had had sex unprotected and it sure felt good to him, touching every inch of her.
Logan collapsed on top of her laying their naked together, listening to each other breath. Eventually rolling off of her not wanting to hurt her, Logan pulled Rory close her head laid on his chest, the thin sheets of their bed plastered to their sweat stained body.
If you're reading this do you want Luke/Lorelai or Chris/Lorelai ?