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"Rory..." he whispered her name huskily, his hands tangled in her hair.

"Jess, I'm – I'm – I'm – well, I don't know exactly what I am but it's something very, very, very gooood..." she sighed, feeling fuzzily warm in his embrace.

He took a few steps back, pulling her with him, never breaking the kiss. He felt the back of his legs hit the bed and he bent them both down so they were lying together. He pulled away slightly, panting out of breath.

"Is this too soon?" Say no, say no, say no, it's not too soon! He pleaded internally, waiting with baited breath.

"No, not too soon. It's taken too long, actually..." she murmured against his lips.

"I wanted you so bad in high school..." he muttered, hands flying everywhere.

"Mmm, me, too..." she reciprocated.

"I never stopped loving you -" he let the rest hang in the air as his fingers deftly found her fastens.

"I've always loved you -" she said breathlessly through a smile.

"I like to hear that -" he trailed kisses down her neck.

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"Ace?...Rory?"

She woke with a violent start. Rubbing her eyes groggily she saw a shock of blond hair next to her.

"Rory? Are you alright? I've been talking to you for five minutes now and you've been completely out of it."

"I'm fine," she snapped, harsher than she meant to.

"Wow, someone's not feeling too sunny today. What's the matter? Did Paris go crazier than usual again?"

"No, I just was having...a day dream. That's all."

"Must have been a pretty damn good dream."

"It was," she replied simply.

He turned to look at her. "Is there something that you want to tell me?" he asked suspiciously.

"As a matter of fact – yes." Rory steeled herself for what she needed to say. "I went to Philadelphia while you were gone."

"Alright, I can understand your embarrassment. It's not the hippest place in the US, but hey, I'll forgive you."

"Logan, something happened there."

He eyed her intently. "Something or someone?"

"Someone," she answered quietly.

"Hmm." His face became blank.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what, Ace? What the hell happened while I was gone?"

"I went to see Jess."

He continued to stare at her a moment before realization washed over him. "That brooding writer that I met last year?"

She nodded.

"And you slept with him?"

"No. He kissed me, though."

Logan scoffed. "He kissed you? Well, did you kiss him back?"

She nodded again. "Yes."

He got up and turned away from her. "So, what does this mean?"

"I told him that I love you, but..."

He faced her again, his eyes downcast. "But, you love him, don't you?"

"Yes," she said in a small voice. "I'm sorry, Logan. I don't why I can't get over him – I mean, it's been years! But I just can't."

"Does he know this?"

Rory shook her head. "No."

"But you're gonna go back to him." It wasn't a question, it was a cold statement.

"Yes, I have to."

"Have to?"

"It's what I should have done years ago..." Rory stood and reached a hand out to Logan, but he snatched his arm away.

"You'll regret this, Ace."

She looked up at him through tear stained lashes. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

She grabbed her purse and coat and walked out of the apartment without another word. She dug through her bag fishing out the desired object. Her fingers flipped it open and she dialed with trembling fingers.

Ring, ring, ring, ring...

"Hello?" His deep voice answered and for a moment she was frozen speechless.

"Hello?" he repeated. After a moment's pause he asked uncertainly, "Rory, is that you?"

She finally found her voice. "How did you know it was me?"

She could almost hear his shrug. "Didn't. Just a hunch." Silence. "Is everything ok?"

Her sniffing carried over the phone. "Are you busy?"

"No. Are you coming?"

"Yes. I'm on my way."

"I'll be here."

"Jess?"

"What?" He was desperately trying to keep the elation at hearing from her out of his voice. It wouldn't do to let her know how much she affected him.

"I lied the other night – when I was there and told you that I loved him."

"Oh."

"I could never love anyone but you." She expeditiously snapped the phone shut after saying that, not giving him any time to respond. Her feet started moving and she made her way down to her car, got in and revved the engine. Pulling out of the parking lot, she headed toward the exit that would begin her on her journey back to Philadelphia...

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Hey, this was just something that got lodged into my head and I had to get it out. Let me know if you liked it...meaning – review: ) That would be just grand.