A Love That Will Last

by Kimmy

Leaning back in his chair slightly, his brown eyes searched the room for the bold brunette with the sharp tongue. Couples swirled around the glistening dance floor as his mind wandered back to their conversation on the dance floor.

"You seem awfully quiet, Ace. Something wrong?"

"No, of course not," she paused, opening her mouth to say something else, but then decided against it. They danced in sweet silence as she observed her coffee-loving mother waltzing with the man she considered to be her second father. She smiled slightly at the sight and turned her blue eyes back to him as he broke the silence.

"She's my cousin."

Grinning at him, she replied, "My mother? I must have missed that memo."

"As lovely a relative as your mother would make, I was referring to my date for this evening, the one you were throwing imaginary daggers at."

"I...I barely noticed you even had a date." Breaking eye contact with him, her eyes began wandering the room once again.

"My mistake. It must have been my imagination running amok. Finn's influence, I'm sure."

"How is Finn lately?"

"Why? Do you miss his rendition of Passion of the Christ?" Her melodious laugh rang in his ears.

"God, no. I think I will be scarred for life, thank you very much. It did take my attention away from certain events that night though so tell him thanks next time you see him."

"You can tell him yourself later. He's around here somewhere."

"Spiking the punch?"

"Stealing the champagne. It's much classier."

"Taking it to your sub-party?"

"Why would we do that when the fun is right here on the dancefloor?"

She blushed at his off-handed comment. Giving her a smirk, he pulled her slightly closer. From this distance, he could smell her unique scent of lavender and coffee wreaking havoc on his senses.

Blue eyes locked with brown ones as she searched his face. Searching for what, he could not tell, but her intense gaze was making him slightly nervous. Scoffing at himself, he wondered when was the last time a girl had made him nervous. At last, she spoke.

"Are you ever going to ask me out?" He was surprised by her question, shocked even. Not because of the question since anyone could see the attraction between them, but because she had made the first move.

"Look Ace, you're beautiful and intelligent and probably one of the most interesting girls I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, but you don't want a guy like me. I know your type. You want the walk-you-to-class-meet-your-parents-we're-celebrating-our-one-year-anniversary kind of guy." She rolled her eyes at him and snorted.

"You would surprised at the type of guys I've dated, Logan."

"Oh really? Care to share?"

"Not really, but we digress. Is there something wrong with me? Some habit you find absolute horrid? Do I have a wart? Is it Paris because her bark is really much bigger than her bite?"

"Well now that you mention it, your book smelling isn't exactly a turn on." He smirked.

"Just because you can't appreciate a good book..." she muttered. He sighed.

"We're getting off-topic again. The point is I'm not boyfriend material. Sorry, Ace." She gave him an expresionless nod.

"Don't you ever get sick of it?"

"Sick of what?"

"Being the ever ellusive charmer?"

He didn't answer. The song ended and he let go of her, giving her a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

He was a fool. A commitment phobe to the end, he had probably let the best thing that had ever happened to him walk out of his life. Who knew if she would ever speak to him after this. In that moment on the dance floor, he had gone from cool and confident charmer to pathetic and panicking wreck. Of course he liked her, what sane guy wouldn't? It was one thing to like her, but it was a completely different thing to date her. Could he really settle for just one girl? He was a live in the moment, seize the day type of person. Commitment didn't fit into his schema for life.

A tap on his shoulder broke him out of his contemplation. Turning around, he could see champagne twirling in her oceanic orbs as she gave him a tipsy smile. She grasped his hand as shocks of electricity ran up his arm. Pulling him up, she led him toward the back lounge with one hand while holding a bottle of champagne in the other.

Opening the door, she pulled him in. As he was about to speak, her soft lips descended upon his.

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AN: Hope you like it! This is my first Gilmore Girls fan fic although I've written for Alias and the O.C. before.