Author: Ozluv04
Title: All She Could Ask For
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the WB and the amazing Palladinos.
A/N: I wrote fluff! It's only mildly angsty. Logan lovers beware, I don't paint a very pretty picture of the illustrious Mr. Huntzburger. This was written idly this afternoon while I pondered every argument against Rory/Marty I've ever heard. Enjoy!
Marty is not a creature of passion. He isn't driven by heat, there is no elusive fire burning just below the surface of those soft brown eyes. He's not likely to crawl through a girls window in the middle of the night. Dangerous, exciting, and spontaneous, are just a few of the adjectives that will never be attached to his name, unless they are preceded with 'not'. Nor is he a charismatic man. If he ever uttered the phrase 'Every moment you spend with me is one less moment you haven't lived' it would probably elicit a chuckle.
No, Marty is not a creature of passion. It would take Rory Gilmore six more long years to realize exactly what kind of creature Marty is. Marty is a creature of comfort. He's cozy fires on long winter nights. He's murmured reassurances at two A.M. He's laughter and hugs and kisses. Marty is the steadying hand on the small of her back, and the sweet promise of forever. The moment Rory realized all these things was uncomfortably too close to being a moment to late. But she wasn't to late, instead she was just in time.
She can't help but marvel sometimes how long it took her to see Marty. Or how long it took for the novelty of Logan to wear off. It began to wane somewhere between the fourth midnight drive to bail him out of jail and the second pregnancy scare. It was around this time when she began to wonder if unbridled passion was just a precursor to combustion. She began to see that for all his smooth words and seductive smiles, Logan was drifting. Logan was drifting and somehow she was along for the ride.
Then there was Marty. Dependable, steady, solid, and stationary. There was Marty talking her into returning to Yale, there was Marty helping her pick a new major, there was Marty holding her hand when the strip once again turned blue. It soon became a trend Rory couldn't ignore. For every moment Logan was absent, Marty was inevitably there. At least until he started talking about slipping a ring on another girls finger. That revelation became Rory's moment of clarity.
The first time she kissed Marty, she didn't feel any fire ignite inside herself. She felt something much, much better. Her first instinct was to call it relief, but somehow home sounded more appropriate. What surged between them in those first moments and every moment sense was something far too pure to be called passion. It simply was. It was honest and real. It was love. Love fostered over years. Love that started out as friendship and deepened until one day it was all consuming. It wasn't love at first sight for Rory. It was hard earned love, deeply forged over years of commitment.
One day, while having a conversation with her mother, Rory half jokingly said Marty was her 'Luke'. Lorelai had smiled at her daughter and said, "Not your 'Luke'. He's your 'Marty'."
It didn't matter that he lacked the seduction of Logan, or the danger of Jess, or that coveted distinction of first that was held by Dean. He was her guy. Her wonderful, sweet, loving, beautiful, funny- Marty. He was her forever. In the end that was all she could ask for.