As Rory walked into the library she lifted her laptop from the desk; ignoring the incessant flashing coming from her phone and moving to her favourite spot in the room. As her computer booted up she glanced out at the ocean and marvelled in how the moonlight bounced off the water lighting the darkness of the evening. Her computer dings bring her back to the present and the work that awaits her. Opening her email though she sees one from Doyle asking if she had any articles banked as one of the ones for the next issue fell through. She quickly picked one that she had written on student stress levels and ways to help control it during exam season which was coming up soon. With that done she open the research for her assigned article that was based on the upcoming student elections. She had statements from each of the candidates and from some of the students as well as a few from professors.

Finishing up the first draft of her article she glances at the time seeing that she has been working for two hours. Surprised Logan hasn't come up to find her yet she saves her work and deposits her laptop back on the desk. Taking one last glance at the moon that hung gracefully in the sky she exits the library and makes her way quietly downstairs. As she approaches the end of the first flight of stairs she can hear Logan's voice sounding raised and angry but not able to hear what he is saying. Reaching the bottom of the last staircase his voice becomes much clearer as Rory makes her way toward the kitchen.

"No!" he shouts as Rory sees him and pauses momentarily. Logan is standing in the middle of the kitchen with his back to her; everything about his posture rigid and unwelcoming. "You don't get to do this to me. You don't get to dictate my life!" Rory walks towards him and jumps up onto the counter behind him. "I am well aware of what my duties are to the Huntzberger name," he says going from angry and annoyed to sounding exhausted and defeated.

Logan jumps slightly as he feels Rory's hands on his forearms pulling him back toward her, having not heard her come in. He sags against her chest as she hugs him placing a simple kiss on the back of his neck "just breath," she whispers as she hears the murmur of the raised voice coming from his cell phone. Rory gives a little squeeze, pushing him forward slightly and begins massaging the knots in his shoulders that seem to have magically appeared in the two hours they've been apart trying to help him calm down.

"I am not just some pawn you can play with," the voice on the other end spiked again. "I am your son!" Rory hears the husky murmur again then a loud snap followed by the dial tone. Logan sighs taking the phone from his ear closing it quietly he places it on the counter. "I'm sorry dinner isn't ready…you must be starving."

Rory stills her motions, wrapping her arms around his bare chest once again. "Hey, don't even worry about it we can make dinner together." Logan gives her a genuine chuckle as she feels some of the tension leave his shoulders. "Rude…but valid," she squeezes him a little tighter, "okay, I'll supervise." Logan turns in her arm, reaching up he pulls her face to his and gives her a long slow kiss only pulling back when they were both breathless. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asks suddenly, he only shakes his head and attaches his lip back to hers still gentle but with more urgency. "Logan…" she says pulling air into her lungs.

"No Ace, I don't want to talk about it," he gives her a quick peck. "Not right now," he presses his forehead against hers silently pleading with her to let it go.

Sensing how much he needed her to come up with a distraction she ran her fingers through his hair and channelled her inner Lorelai. "Alright monkey boy teach me how to cook," she exclaimed wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling her body tightly against his so she slipped off the counter and into his arms. Kissing her surprised boyfriend quickly once more, she slips out of his arms and skips toward the stereo that is placed against the same wall as the television. Popping in a Bangles Greatest Hits CD that she had found earlier when she was scoping out the shelves, turning it up loud she dances back over to Logan. "What are we making?" she says jumping around in circles like a dork.

Logan just watches his girl for a minute dancing around in her panties and his shirt he smiles brightly in her direction. How did I get so lucky? She's perfect! Not to mention those legs! He thinks as he turns to the cupboard trying to shake off his arousal. "I am making Risotto with Swiss chard and Garlic Shrimp. You however can pour the wine," he says setting two glasses and a corkscrew on the counter then turning and pulling out an expensive looking bottle of white wine from the fridge. Rory sets upon her task uncorking the bottle and pouring them both a generous amount as he sets out the ingredients.

"So, what all needs to be done?" she asks handing him one of the glasses.

"Well, those there need to be chopped," before he could go onto what the rest of the prep involved Rory cut him off jumping up and down.

"Can I do it!? Please, please, please!" she tugs his sleeve gently giving him her big Bambi eyes for good measure.

"Oh alright," he said walking towards the cutting board on the opposite counter. "These need to be cut finely, and these need to be bite size chunks," he hands her the butter knife he had picked up.

"Logan…" she drags out his name. "I can't do anything with that."

"Fine," he sighs switching to a chopping knife. "But be really super careful …please," he leans in to give her a sweet kiss before handing her the knife. "I like you in one piece and unharmed."

"I promise," she smiles giddily taking the knife from his hands and squares herself with the board.

"I can't watch this," he says turning away and walking back to wards the stove. They worked silently on their respective tasks for a while until Logan felt a pair of hands trail down his back.

"Dance with me?" she asks when he turns to look at her.

"With you, absolutely," he takes her hand pulling her close places the other on the small of her back. Together they twirled around the kitchen to Eternal Flame steeling kisses throughout their dance.

"I love this," Rory whispered.

"What?" he asked pulling back so he could look her in the eyes.

"This…you know just being here with you," she smiles.

"I love this too," he dips her as the song ends. They share one last kiss before attending back to their dinner. "Did you get a lot of work done when you were in the library?" he asks as he begins to plate their dinner and Rory refills their glasses.

"I did, I got the first draft done," she says taking her place at the table. "I might have you proof it for me after I do some revision if you're okay with that."

"I'd love to Ace, you manage to make even the boringest of topics interesting," they ate in silence for a little before Rory spoke up again.

"Are you ready to talk about it yet?" she askes.

Logan sighs, "There's nothing really to say Ace. It's just classic Mitchum."

"You seemed more upset than you usually do after speaking with him though Logan," she tries again. Even only having been dating officially for a little over a week Rory always knew when Logan had been talking to his father and it was never anything good.

"He just had a lot to say tonight that's all. I was on the phone arguing with him for almost the entire time you were in the library," he says gripping his fork a little tighter and Rory knew it wasn't just classic Mitchum.

"What about though?" she pushes.

"He wanted me to drop everything and go on some business venture he planned without warning," his voice began to rise. "When daddy dearest calls the prodigal son is to bow at his feet. I told him that I couldn't that I had plans and even offered to do it another weekend to soften the blow and hopefully avoid the argument but he wouldn't take it," Logan huffed trying to catch his breath from his Gilmore styled rant.

"Oh babe," she says getting out of her seat and walking over to him. "I'm sorry," Logan had pushed his chair from the table in his angry rant so straddling his lap Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and just held him tightly. "Come on let's go to bed."

"I should clean up first," he sighs as she begins to pull away.

"Just leave it," she says kissing him soundly and grinding her hips lightly before standing up and holding out her hand. Logan throws his head back and groans in protest at the lack of contact; taking her hand he follows her up the staircase to their room. Kissing him hard she pushes him backward when she feels his knees hit the bed. "You stay," she says and saunters off into the bathroom. Logan dropped his head to the bed taking in a deep breath.

In the bathroom Rory reached under the sink and into the cupboard pulling out a small Victoria Secret bag that she had found earlier while putting away some of Logan's clothes in his suitcase. She had been planning on giving him a hard time about it but she figured he could use a distraction right about now. She took out the contents of the little bag and placed them on the counter. You can do this…it's not like he hasn't seen you in less. She thought to herself blushing. She quickly stripped off her panties and slipped on the cheeky panties found in the bag, followed by removing Logan's t-shirt and leaping out of her comfort zone into the flared baby doll. Stepping backward she glanced at herself in the full mirror. I can't do this! She thought, no…you can…this is for Logan… she reprimanded herself. She quickly walked toward the bathroom door before she changed back into his oversized t-shirt.

He was about to get up and check if she was okay when he heard the bathroom door re-open. Logan was shocked to see Rory standing before him in the tiffany blue lingerie he had picked out when he bought her bathing suits. God my girl is gorgeous! Which was quickly followed by: how did she find it…I thought I had it in the bottom of MY bag! His thoughts quickly turned to mush though as Rory continued her way over to him. "I found this while I was cleaning up," she says as she reaches him. "I figured you intended it to be worn." Rory moves to straddle his lap again, though not as innocently as it was at the dinner table.

"Ace…you look…wow," he stumbles over his words placing his hands under the fabric to rest them on her hips. Rory blushes deeply wrapping her arms around his neck and slides he body closer to him so they are all but welded together. Both their breath hitches as she makes contact with his rapidly growing erection and their mouths moulded to one another's. The kiss deepened quickly as he slips his tongue into her mouth. She eagerly returns every stroke with a variation of her own as she grinds her hips against his. Logan's hands move swiftly to the clasp at the back of Rory's baby doll undoing it with his expert fingers breaking their kiss to pull it over her head before attaching his lips back to hers.

Logan stands taking Rory with him briefly so he can lay her back on the bed, moving his lips from hers he begins to explore her neck trailing down to the valley of her throat while grinding against her pubic bone hoping to relieve the pressure that was flowing through his erect member. His mouth quickly latched onto her nipple while he pinched her other nipple between his thumb and middle finger making her shriek in surprise and pure pleasure. Her fingers clawing at his back trying to release the feeling that was surging through her body. He moves lower nipping her from one hip bone to the other setting her skin of fire. She calls out in frustration as he pulls back back slightly to look at his beautifully flushed girlfriend.

Rory begins to unconsciously wiggle in hope of finding some friction to inspire her release. Logan smiles at her impatient body and trails his fingers from the inside of her ankles up her legs to the outside of her thighs. She withers beneath his as he pulls her panties slowly down her long milky legs. After discarding her panties to the side Logan grabs both her legs and tugs her so she is closer to the end of the bed. Kneeling on the floor in front of her he buried his face between her legs and began to lap slowly at her clit, increasing his speed as her moans increased in volume. He holds on to her waist as to keep her in place as he gently inserts a digit into her, relishing the tight, warm, wetness imagining it was his cock. He thrust his finger in and out at a steady speed before adding a second digit. Logan's hips were thrusting against the end of the mattress keeping time with his fingers as he sucked her clit harder making them both gasp in pleasure and delight.

He felt her clench slightly around her fingers and knew she was close. Logan kept his fingers going at a steady pace but pushing them in deeper coming in contact with a soft spot deep inside her that made hr scream incoherently while changing the pressure of his mouth every so often. Rory yells out his name making him thrust his hips harder and faster against the bed groaning at the contact. One last lick and Rory is spiralling out of control into a fierce orgasm though his fingers never still letting her ride it out as he finds his own release from watching her come apart he thrusts against the mattress once more before spilling his seed. Logan kicked off his now wet basketball shorts before walking quickly to the bedside table and grabbing a condom hoping to be inside his Ace before he became fully soft. Rory tugs on his arm making him fall onto the bed before he had time to slid it on though.

"Let me," she says taking it from him and straddling his hips. Logan no longer worried about staying hard as he watched his girl take control hands her the condom and closes his eyes as her shaking hands slid it over him stroking him a few times for good measure.

"Ace, you're going to be the death of me," he groans as he pulls her across his body so she is straddling his hips and kisses her deep and long. Without warning he suddenly trusts up into her no longer able to take the separation. They both whimper at the contact as he buries his cock deep inside where his fingers just were though stretching and filling her deliciously in ways his fingers never could. Her nails dig into his shoulder and drag down his chest when he rolls his hips encouraging her to move.

She took the hint and began rocking her hips one of Logan's hands playing with her nipples as his other buried itself between their bodies to stroke her clit. Rory dragged her hands through her hair overcome with the sensations that were bounding through her body. She leans down capturing his moth with hers thrusting her tongue into his mouth wanting to penetrate him as deeply as he was penetrating her before pulling away and bringing him into a seated position with her. Though her movements had started out hesitant she began moving with fury back and forth holding Logan to her with her arms and legs as tightly as possible never wanting to let go. "Oh god Ace," he moaned as she continuously pulled him deeper into her biting her shoulder gently. He felt her tighten around him slightly and then loosen as if she was almost at her peak and then lost it suddenly. "Come on Ace…" he growled holding her hips and pushing her onto him hard, "let go!" she threw her head back as a cry came from deep inside her with each plunge that Logan now controlled making her ride him at a gallop.

"I can't!" she cried as he pulled her onto him once again. Logan lessens his hold on her as he slips his hand between their bodies once again using his other hand to make sure Rory maintains the almost punishing rhythm they had going. She moaned as he made contact with her swollen bud making her body contract like a chain reaction to the pleasure. As she squeezed his member Logan groaned in appreciation and frustration God she isn't making it easy to hold on! he thought but he was determined increasing the pressure and rhythm as his fingers danced between her folds. He bent his head and attaches himself once again. Rory throws her head back in pleasure as she pushed down onto him with renewed force throwing herself fully into riding him long and hard. Rory continually pulling him deeper and deeper set Logan off "Fuck!" he yells as he holds her down on him arms wrapped tightly around her as he cums deep inside her. Not stilling her movements however, she comes within seconds of him feeling his strong arms holding her to him and his pulsing member inside her bringing her body to the climax it was so desperately wanting.

Holing one another tightly as their body spasms clamed and they caught their breath. Logan pulled back slightly only to cover Rory's mouth with his is a soft loving kiss. He then showered her face in light kisses making her giggle. "That was incredible," he smiles at her lifting her as if she was nothing off his softening dick kissing her again on the mouth and pecking her nose. Rory giggled again as he lay her beside him getting up to remove the used condom and picking up the lingerie in the process. "This was a really good idea," he smirks at her.

"That it was," she says with a glint in her eyes, "maybe I'll have to invest in some more." She watches as he pales slightly before shaking it off an going to his suitcase. "Whatcha looking for babe," she yawns.

"Just a pair of boxers," he says throwing her a t-shirt in the process knowing she usually didn't like to sleep naked.

"You've only had your other ones on for a few hours why don't you just put those back on," she asks "I think they're at the end of the bed."

"I would, however they're a little wet right now," he says almost embarrassed.

Rory never seeing her boyfriend embarrassed before and not completely connecting the dots yet asks confused pulling his shirt over her head, "But why would they be wet…?" Logan just cocks an eyebrow at her waiting for her to catch on. "OH!" she shrieks covering her mouth.

Logan laughs wholeheartedly at her innocence. "Yea…oh, Ace." he chuckles finding a clean pair sliding them on.

"But you…you…" she stumbles over her words, "we still…you know!...but how?" she questions going over everything she knew from health class in her head.

"Well Ace, when a man has a girl like you naked and waiting for him in bed it doesn't take much or any recuperation time," he kisses her flushed forehead as he slides into bed beside her. "Thank you, Rory."

"What for?" she looks up at him confused.

"For everything…" he said seriously, "for turning my unpleasant night into an unforgettable one…for caring…for wearing the lingerie I picked out for you even though I know it was outside your comfort zone," he smirks trying to lighten the conversation.

"It's what you do for people you care about Logan," she says tracing her fingers down the side of his face kissing him softly before tucking herself into his side draping an arm over his waist. Goodnight Logan, she sighs.

"Night Ace," he replies kissing her hair and watching her as she falls asleep, breath evening out.