1Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am far too poor for that. Though I do wish I could trap the hot boys of Gilmore Girls in my closet, but that'll just be between us.

Author's Note: So here it is, my not at all awaited first Gilmore Girls story. The rating is only temporary, I believe. Also, for a time frame, this story takes place around the time of Jews and Chinese Food and Pulp Friction (but probably without many specific mentions of events from those episodes and may go AU from there). Anything in 's are thoughts. Please please review so I know if I should crawl back into that hole I came from. And don't forget my cookie offer! Now, without further adieu, here it goes:

His room was completely dark except for the glow of his alarm clock. The girl on his lap writhed against him, kissing him with all she had. With his eyes closed, he could still see her, the baby blue eyes and brown hair spilling around them both as she bent down to kiss him. But when he opened his eyes, it was long blonde hair that spilled around him, and he came face to face with emerald green eyes. The shock and anger over the trick his mind just played on him caused him to recoil from her.

"What's the matter baby, need some encouragement?" came a husky voice, making it's attempt at being seductive. He kissed her again, trying hard to get lost in the moment, to forget who he was with so that he could let himself believe he was with her. It was too late though, the illusion had been shattered. He picked the girl off of his lap and stood up, walking to the door of his own room, hoping she would get the hint. When she proceeded to sit on the bed and act like she was waiting for him to return, he realized he was going to have to do this the verbal way. Sighing, he tried hard to remember her name. When it at last came to him, he spoke in the gentlest voice possible to avoid another confrontation that his roommates would make a fuss over.

"Sandra, I think it's best if you leave now. It's been fun and all, but I really have other things I should be concentrating on," he said quietly. She looked up at him perplexed.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice shaky with indignation.

"No, no, it's not that, really. I just... have other things to do right now. If I don't get them done, well there will be consequences for me. Maybe we could pick this up another time?" he tried, knowing he had no intention of calling her again and almost feeling guilty over it.

"Yeah, a 20 year old guy that has something more important that sex to do. I'm going to believe that one," she replied, now not even hiding her annoyance.

"Look, Sandra, I'm trying to be nice here, can you just go? I'll give you a call, we'll hook up later," his voice slowly getting louder and showing his own annoyance at her.

"Whatever, I'm gone." She got up from the bed and headed for the door. Just as she was next to him, she turned to look at him. "You know, Huntzberger, you are one sick bastard for playing these little minds games with every girl on campus." And with that, she walked out of the door, slamming it for him.

He sighed with a mixture of relief over her departure and annoyance with himself. She was right. The same thing had happened with the last 4 girls he had brought home with him. He had a strange feeling that he was a ruined man as far as casual sex went.

Looking at the clock, he realized it was only 10:30. If he got himself together quickly enough, maybe he could sneak over to her dorm and see what she was doing. He grabbed his coat and headed out the door, hoping that Colin and Finn weren't out in the living room to give him a hard time. He knew they had heard Sandra, along with the other 3 girls before her. And every time, they gave him that look, the one that said "What the hell is wrong with you? All of these girls are hot and willing". Only Colin had dared to ask about it, and even then, he carefully avoided her name. Logan was lucky enough to find that they had steered clear of him and had probably already left.

As he walked to her room, an act that was now so memorized, it was subconscious (a fact that did not escape his notice either), he wondered if he really could do this. Could he really go to her after leaving the arms of another woman? Could he look into those piercing blue eyes and act as if he hadn't just tried to pretend that he had seen them with someone else? He didn't think he'd have the courage to do it, he felt unfaithful and that truly bothered him. He'd never felt obligated to one girl before in his life. It scared him even more than he would let himself know. But he also didn't think he had the courage not to go to her now. Before he realized it, he found himself at her door. With yet another sigh, this one of trepidation, he knocked on it. He heard giggling and shuffling behind her door, and wondered who else was with her. He could tell one of the voices was masculine, and he was surprised by a sudden pang of jealousy. As he was mentally beating himself for that jealousy thing, the door swung open and he was face to face with her.

"Logan? Wow, I didn't expect to see you tonight. I figured you for having some hot date or something. Marty and I are just watching movies, do you want to come in?" He could tell that she was trying to sound casual about the date comment. Now it was his turn to try to act casual about Marty being alone with her.

"Sure," he answered, taking off his leather coat and stepping in as she moved aside for him. "Anything I'd be interesting in watching?"

"Well, I've forced him to watch Willy Wonka with me. I wanted to go see the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with me, but he refused. Apparently he has an issue with Johnny Depp," Rory rambled at him. Logan could tell she was on a major sugar high by looking at the piles of candy and empty coffee cups on the table.

"I do not have an issue with Johnny Depp!" Marty tried to defend himself. "I just didn't feel like going to see yet another remake.

"Oh come on Marty, Johnny Depp, Tim Burton, together again! That's so not just a remake! That's a movie masterpiece!" Rory and Marty's banter was killing Logan, but he didn't know how to enter the conversation. Luckily for him, Rory chose this moment to include him.

"What do you think Logan? Is the new one worth it?" she asked as she sat on the couch next to Marty, leaving enough room for Logan to sit next to her.

"I'll tell you what Ace, you want to see the new one? I'll take you tomorrow," he said, feeling his confidence return to him.

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around!" she squealed at him and threw her arms around his neck as he sat next to her on the couch. Marty, obviously uncomfortable with the seating arrangement, got up and moved to the chair.

Yeah, that's right, this is my territory Logan thought as he put his arm around Rory's shoulders. Where did that come from?

"It's ok Marty, you're off the hook now. Now if you're lucky you'll only have to watch this Willy Wonka a few hundred more times," Rory told Marty playfully.

"Because the first 50 just aren't enough!" Marty acted excited and then laughed. Logan was once again not comfortable with how well Marty and Rory fell into their playful banter.

Soon enough though, Rory's head was on his shoulder and they were watching the movie in silence. He stole a glance at Marty to see that he seemed really uneasy. Three was a crowd after all. Within a half hour, Rory was fast asleep on his shoulder. He would never admit, under pain of death, that he loved to watch her sleep. The few mornings he had woken up next to her, most of all after the ones where they'd fallen asleep watching TV and not doing anything else, he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so perfect and peaceful while she slept, and deep down, he knew he wouldn't mind waking up next to her every morning.

"I think I'm going to take off, it's getting late," Marty broke the silence to say. He was trying to act like he was cool with Logan, but Logan could tell he wasn't really.

"Ok, well, I'll tell Rory you left. Later Marty," Logan said, making it clear that he wasn't leaving too (despite Marty's clear hope that he would). With that, Marty got up and walked out without another word.

Logan watched a little bit more of the movie before he nudged Rory awake. She yawned and looked up at him.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Only about 20 minutes. But you'll be sad to know you missed the Oompa Loompa dance," he teased.

"NO! What's wrong with you? Why didn't you wake me up?" she teased back, hitting his arm.

"Well, there's always rewind. Oh, and Marty left about 5 minutes ago. He said it was getting late," Logan told her.

"Oh, I'll just call him in the morning then," Rory said, but she didn't seem that disappointed about Marty's departure.

"Now, what time will we be going to that movie tomorrow?" Logan asked, finding himself hoping she was serious.

"Tomorrow's Friday so I've got dinner with the grandparents at 7, and I was going home to Stars Hollow with my mom afterwards," she told him.

"Oh... rain check then?" he tried to save himself quickly.

"No, no! I didn't mean we couldn't go. Why don't we just go earlier? My last class is over at 3 tomorrow, so we could go and then I'll go to my grandparent's," Rory suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," he told her, smiling his most charming smile at her. He noticed her eyes getting darker and he knew what that meant. He could feel his whole body tense as he waited. A girl had never done anything like this to him before, made him anticipate a kiss so much.

Logan's thoughts however, were cut short by Rory's lips landing on his own. It started off gentle but soon he deepened the kiss and pulled her into his lap. This time, he didn't have to imagine her beautiful brown hair falling around him as she landed on him, he didn't have to pretend to be looking up into her lusty blue eyes. Things quickly began heating up, as his lips left hers and began tracing her jaw and neck. Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned and pushed herself into him. He loved doing this to her, making her need him like he needed her. He didn't mean it as a revenge thing, far from it. He wanted her to feel like he did when he was with her, happy, satisfied, complete...

When he suddenly felt her hands pushing under his shirt, all thoughts flew out of his head. His body took over all on its own. Raising his arms, his shirt soon hit the floor. Hers followed moments after. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he laid them down on the couch. He felt her reach for his belt and he knew it was time to move this affair to the bedroom. Picking her up, he moved towards the door, never detaching his lips from hers. Once inside her room, he kicked the door shut, finally able to finish what he started with a girl.

Author's Note (2): So I know it's been done before, but it's just a start. Let me know what you think. Thankies! And I'll be getting on those cookies right now!