So, this chapter turned out a little longer than I expected. But It wouldn't have made sense to divide it in two. And I bet you don't mind getting a little more to read ;-).


Not a lovely girl

On Thanksgiving day Logan got up early to start preparing the Turkey, just as he had promised to Rebecca the night before. He wasn't eager to do the kitchen work, but he needed some time alone.

In the past three weeks Rebecca had been like a shadow. Wherever he was she seemed to be there, too, and in their free time she always wanted to do thinks like picking out the perfect china or looking at churches for their wedding. Of course he loved her and part of her still wanted to get married to her. But the part of him that wanted to win Rory back grew every day that went by without seeing her.

He had tried to think of a good way to get in touch with her again. Over a dozen times he had started to call the Times and twice he had even asked if he could talk to Rory Gilmore. But each time he hung up like a teenager. What could he tell her? Would she even stay on the phone after hearing his name or would she just hang up on him?

He had already found out where she lived now and he was pretty sure she still went to Friday Night dinner at her grandparents house and visited her mother on a regular basis. It would have been easy to meet her in one of these locations. But how could he go there, especially to a place like Stars Hollow, with Rebecca being around all the time?

And above all there was still a voice inside of his head wondering if he really wanted to risk his future with Rebecca for the only woman who had managed to break his heart. Maybe Rebecca wasn't the love of his life, but he loved her and he knew she adored him. Wasn't this enough? Why did he have to risk a future with a woman he liked to be with for the slight chance of winning back a woman who made his feelings go crazy like a rollercoaster?

Because every minute spent with her is a minute less you haven't lived.

That's what his best friend Colin had told him when he had asked him all those questions. And he knew it was right. Rory was the one who made him feel alive. Just being around her was intoxicating.

Life with Rory wouldn't be steady for one single minute. Rebecca by contrast wanted exactly that: A steady life, following the conventions of high society. He had arranged with living in his parents world a while ago, but meeting Rory again had reminded him of what he really wanted. Actually living his life and not watching it pass by on social events.

While he stood there getting out everything he would need in the cooking process he tried to think of a way to get Rebecca busy long enough so he could get in touch with Rory. Just to see if it made any sense at all, he promised himself. And if there was the slightest chance of succeeding in winning Rory back he would tell Rebecca immediately it was over. That much he owed her.

He finally came up with the idea of sending Rebecca on a wellness weekend. He knew she would love that. But she would never do it on her own. But maybe if Honor accompanied her? Yes, that would work.

On the other hand he knew that if he talked to Honor about this she would immediately see his motives for sending his fiancée away. So that wasn't an option.

Then there was Josh. He liked his brother-in-law and who said they couldn't plan a nice weekend getaway for their wife respectively fiancée together? He was pretty sure Josh would like the idea. So he had a plan to get Rebecca out of the picture. Now he only had to make up his mind on how to get in contact with Rory. But he was sure he would find a way.

He whistled unconsciously. Suddenly the situation didn't seem so hopeless anymore.

***

A little later that day Rory and Roger stood in front of the Gilmore Mansion in Hartford. Rory hesitated a few seconds before she rang the doorbell. She wondered if she had made the right decision about bringing Roger. They still weren't together, all they had was an affair based on sex, but Rory didn't want her Grandmother to try to set her up again, so she had told her she would bring "a friend". After all, Roger was a friend, right? Their friendship just wasn't based on talking, but that was something Emily didn't have to know.

"Are you ready for this?" Rory asked Roger without looking at him. Of course she could have given him an assuring smile, but she didn't want to give him any signs there could be more between them than what they had right now. The invitation for Thanksgiving almost had been too much. He had been so eager to accompany her, she was sure he wanted more. But she wasn't ready to be with another guy yet. Logan was all she wanted. And since she couldn't have him she wanted no serious relationship at all.

"Don't worry about me. I'm sure I've been to worse social events than your grandparents Thanksgiving party." he assured her and turned to face her. But Rory's eyes were still directed at the wooden door.

Soon the maid opened and they gave her their coats. Finally Rory looked at Roger for a brief second, then she turned to the living room. It seemed like most of the guests were already there, they could hear many voices talking inside. But before they could enter the room, Rory stopped when she recognized a female voice.

"She's such a lovely girl, Emily. Smart, beautiful, exactly what Logan needs. And what the family needs, of course. She fits in so perfectly, I could hardly believe it in the beginning. And they're so cute together. They can hardly take their eyes off of each other. Logan looked so happy today, I haven't seen him this happy in a long time, he even whistled unconsciously from time to time. I'm so glad he finally found the perfect girl and decided to marry."

Shira Huntzberger! was all Rory could think. Why on earth did she have to be there?

Roger had no idea why Rory stopped suddenly. But when he felt her body tense he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the living room. Whatever it was that was holding her back, she had to face it sooner or later. And he wanted her to know he was there.

When Rory entered she immediately saw Shira and Emily standing next to the couch. Emily had a fake smile in her face and Rory knew exactly why. Her grandmother didn't hear what Shira said, but what she really meant with her words, which was basically that Rory never fit into the Huntzberger family and that Logan hadn't been happy all this time because of her rejection.

Eventually Emily spot Rory in the corner of the room and was glad to have a reason to leave Shira. And she was particularly happy that Rory had Roger with her, so Shira saw that there were families that thought Rory was indeed good enough. That the two weren't together was a fact the other woman didn't have to know.

"Rory, I'm so glad you made it!" she said and hugged her granddaughter. "Mr. Williamson, nice to meet you." she added, taking the hand Roger offered her.

"Thank you for the invitation, Mrs. Gilmore. And, please, call me Roger." That comment brought a bright smile to Emily's face and she couldn't help but turn around to see if Shira was watching the scene.

In the meantime Rory greeted her Mum and Luke and her little sister Lily.

"You know what you're doing, kid?" Lorelai asked. "I can already see my mother picturing your wedding and kids. By the way, I had no idea you were seeing somebody."

"I'm not!" Rory answered a little too fast, but Lorelai didn't say anything. She could feel her daughter had been going through a rough phase over the last few weeks, but she knew Rory would tell her when she considered it to be the right time. "We're just colleagues and friends. And you know how Grandma is, if I don't bring anyone she's going to set me up with someone. I just wasn't in the mood for this. There's nothing between Roger and me."

Lorelai could sense that Rory kept something, but they were interrupted by Richard's voice: "Dear friends and family. Emily and I are happy to welcome all of you today. First of all, a happy Thanksgiving to all of you. If you would follow me to the dining room now please, dinner is served."

After a small applause everyone sat down at the table. During dinner there was the typical society talk and Rory silently wondered what had made her agree to attend her grandparents holiday dinner.

***

Two hours and a five-course-menu later everyone was sitting in front of a cup of coffee.

"Emily, could you tell me where you bought this china? I definitely have to go there with Rebecca, she would love that pattern. She's has such a great taste!" Shira asked and Rory had to stop herself from letting out an exasperated sigh.

Shira seemed to have no other topic than Rebecca and her engagement with Logan. And every once in a while she gave Rory a look that made it obvious she talked about them on purpose.

Rory had a hard time to hold herself back, but she knew she couldn't make a scene in front of all these people. But she had to do something. "First floor, last door on the right. Follow me in five minutes." she whispered at Roger and got up from the table.

Roger knew it probably wasn't a good idea to follow her. She had been tense all evening and he was pretty sure what she had on mind. But he could see that every time they had sex it destroyed her a little more. And how could he do that to a woman he was in love with? But nevertheless he followed her, who knew what she would do if he left her alone.

When he entered the room she had told him to go to he was slightly surprised to see her lying on the bed, wearing nothing more than a black bra and matching panties. When she saw him she got up, looked the door behind him and started to tamper with his belt.

"Ror, what are you doing? Where are we?" he asked her and when she didn't respond he grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

"We're in my mothers old room." Rory told him before she tried to free her hands. "Let go of me, Roger. You know what I need right now."

He struggled to get back the control over her hands. "Rory, what is wrong with you? Something has been bothering you all evening." he asked her softly. "Why do you want to do this now? In your grandparents house of all places. Don't you think it will be better to talk about it?"

She let out a sarcastic laugh. "There has been enough talking tonight. About lovely girls and china patterns and fitting in. But I'm not a lovely girl and I don't fit in perfectly, so I might as well fuck you in my grandparents house!" she spat at him and finally got her hands free.

Roger hadn't been paying attention during her rant. Had it been the stories of the Huntzberger woman that got to her like that? It made absolutely no sense at all.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Rory asked him annoyed after she had opened his belt and unbuttoned his shirt. "Come on, Roger." she whispered huskily and ran her hand over the front of his pants.

"Ror…" was all Roger managed to get out before she rubbed her body against his and he could feel his erection grow rapidly. All rational thoughts left his brain and he pushed her back towards the bed. She fell down on it and watched him taking off his pants and shirt before he crawled on top of her.

He already knew she wouldn't kiss him on the lips, so he unclasped her bra and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. Rory tried to push down his boxers, but he took her hands and held them over her head. "This time I'm gonna be the one in control." he told her in a firm voice that made her shiver.

He stripped her out of her panties and without any further warning he pushed two fingers inside of her. Rory grasped at the sudden sensation and spread her legs a little more. He continued to finger-fuck her hard and Rory bucked up her hips to feel him even deeper inside of her.

When he felt her being close he stopped and looked into her blue eyes that were now clouded with lust. "Roger, please!" she groaned. But he didn't allow her to go over the edge, instead he started kissing her neck, leaving a mark just below her left ear.

Rory tried to free her hands, but she had no chance. So she wrapped her legs around Roger and ground against his body, trying to get the release she needed so desperately.

Eventually Roger couldn't take it anymore. He pushed down his boxers and quickly rolled on a condom before crawling on top of Rory again. He pinned her hands on each side of her head before entering her slowly. Both of them let out a load moan when he finally was all the way inside of her.

Rory bucked up her hips, a silent beg to give her what she wanted, to make her forget Shira Huntzberger and Logan's engagement for a little while.

Roger couldn't look at her. By looking in her blue eyes he would only see how broken she was. So he closed his eyes and started to thrust into her hard and fast and Rory met each of his thrusts with silent determination.

Their sex was just like it had been every time in these past three weeks. Always hard. Always fast. But this time it was almost too much for Rory to take. But on the other hand, wasn't that exactly what she wanted?

It didn't take them very long to reach their climax and after they rode out their heavy orgasms Roger rolled off of Rory. They laid next to each other, trying to regain control over their rapid breathing.

"I can't do this anymore, Ror." Roger finally said without looking at her. "I can't continue being a part of your self-destruction. You're broken, and no matter how often you try to tell it to yourself, screwing around with me is not going to help. I don't know what is wrong with you, but please, I beg you, try to find someone who can help you. And you know I will always be there for you. I would love to be the person to help you through this. But if I'm not it's okay. Just stop doing this to yourself."

Rory couldn't stop a few tears from running down her cheeks. Hearing Roger's words made her realize that all this time she had waited for him to stop her. To keep her from hurting herself even more. "I don't know what to do." she finally whispered.

He turned around to face her. "Look, I kinda know all of this has to do with another man. And believe me, I know how hard it is to get over someone you really love. But maybe, if you let me in of your life, you could slowly forget the other guy." he said. He knew he might go too far, but he just had to try if she was willing to give him more than her body. "I don't want to push you. I just want you to know I'm there." he added softly.

Rory was touched by his words. She knew being with Roger would never make her feel as good as being with Logan. But to herself she had already admitted that Logan would never try to win her back. And maybe she could start to feel better with Roger as her boyfriend. Not good, but at least better.

"Okay." she whispered and turned to face him. "But I need you to give me time."

"All the time you need, Ror." he whispered back and pulled her in for a hug. Rory wrapped her arms around him and felt his heart beat against her chest. If she couldn't make herself truly happy, at least she would give this feeling to somebody else.

She pulled apart from him a little to look into his brown eyes before leaning in for a small kiss. It wasn't very long or passionate or even full of emotions. It was just a kiss. But despite everything that had happened between them, it still was their first kiss.


So, I hope you don't hate me for ending the chapter like that. If I would have read this, my only thought would have been "Rory and Roger? NO!" But that's all part of the storyline. And I promise, as soon as Logan and Rory meet again it's gonna get more a little more optimistic and less angsty. And who knows, I might even give you a little fluff ... As always, reviews are appreciated ;-)