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Rory opened her eyes, trying to focus her vision on her surroundings. Noticing that she was in a hotel room, all of the event's of last night flooded back to her. Feeling Logan's arms wrapped around her, she turned in his embrace before snuggling her head into her chest.

Opening his eyes drowsily, he smiled and kissed her on the top of the head, "Good morning Ace. Sleep well?"

She nodded into his chest, mumbling, "Uh huh." They laid in silence for a few moments before Rory said softly, "Logan…"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go home," she replied simply.

He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, "You sure?"

"Positive."

"You want to talk about it at all?" he asked tentatively.

"Wanting to and needing to are two totally different things," she said quietly. Logan stayed silent, giving her room to continue. "Just being here… it's so weird," she paused, a thoughtful look on her face. Logan wasn't sure if she was going to continue, but he also wasn't sure if he should interrupt her yet. "I mean I thought this visit would be fine, fun even maybe. I thought I would fit right back in with my friends… with this place. "

"And you don't…" Logan concluded from her tone.

"Not anymore."

"How does that make you feel?"

"That's the funny thing. I don't feel much about it at all. Granted, last night was pretty stressful, I obviously won't deny that I was upset. It's just…I don't miss this place. I guess I just expected to feel more when I came here. Miss it even. I mean, I miss my friends of course, but it just wasn't the same. It's just hard for me to see when it all changed. When I changed."

"I don't think it's you that's changed, or them, for that matter. Time has a way of sneaking up on you."

"Time?"

"Yeah, I mean, time does not change us. It just unfolds us."

"How profound. Max Frisch?"

"Who else Ace? He is your favorite Swiss novelist."

Letting out an overdramatic sigh, "How sweet honey, you remembered."

Logan laughed, "Of course I did. I think I've finally managed to memorize all of your favorites, categorized by nationality of course. Now do you agree?"

"Agree with what?"

"That maybe your time away from this place was what you needed to help to unfold. To realize that there's more to life than what's here in Boston. And I think that coming back here after all this time, and after last night, that maybe you've just moved past it all. Maybe this visit was the closure you needed. To put the final nail in the coffin, so to speak."

"I think you may be right. Nothing cures like time and love," she confirmed sweetly.

"Quoting a famous composer. Copycat."

"Oh hush." She leaned up, pressing her lips against his softly. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Curing me," she breathed into his ear as she moved within his arms to straddle him. His hand's immediately found her waist as she sat up and looked down at him, her long hair falling into her eyes.

"You're beautiful, you know that right?"

"Thanks baby, I'm sure I just look dazzling first thing in the morning," she laughed her reply.

"You do," he assured seriously. Smiling and reaching his hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear he continued, "With your bed head and those sleepy blue eyes, I don't think you've ever looked sexier."

Leaning down Rory kissed him deeply, "Have I mentioned that I love you today?"

He laughed, "Not yet."

She let her face linger over his as she spoke, "Well I love you."

"Good thing Ace, 'cause I love you too," he murmured, closing the gap between their faces. His lips captured hers in a soft kiss before he trailed his mouth along her jaw, gently sucking as he made his way to her neck.

"That feels good," she moaned as her head leaned back instinctively, enjoying the sensation he was sending through her body.

"Well that's the point," he groaned against her skin, gently biting as he spoke. His hands found the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head quickly.

"Well Mister Huntzberger, are you trying to seduce me?" she asked coyly, running her fingernails up and down his chest.

"I believe that I am, Ms. Gilmore. Is that O.K. with you?" he responded as his hands caressed her bare breasts softly.

"More than O.K."

As she leaned into his touch, he smiled, "I don't think you could be any more perfect."

"You're sweet. Now kiss me," she demanded softly.

Gladly complying with her commands, he found her lips once again. Roaming her bare back with his fingertips, he smiled as her fingers ran through his hair. He felt her mouth on his neck as she made her way to his exposed chest. Opening his eyes, he groaned in pleasure at the view he had. Clad only in light blue lace boy shorts, she was trailing kisses down his stomach. Reaching the hem of his boxers, she sat up slightly, inching them off of his body. Tossing them onto the ground, she resumed her former stance. Her fingers traced the length of his erection, softly running her nails up and down it before brushing the tip with her lips. She heard him groan in pleasure as her moist lips slipped around him. Continuing to suck gently, she felt him pulse in her mouth as she swirled her tongue up and down and around his length.

"Ace," he moaned, "I want to make love to you." Pulling on her gently, he slid her tiny body up his until they were face to face. Stroking her face with his thumb, he used his free hand to rid her of her underwear.

Smiling at his comment, she nodded her response at him. She felt him enter her slowly as he kissed her deeply. They moved in a slow, synchronized rhythm, contentedly enjoying the way their bodies felt together. They climaxed unhurriedly, in unison, before her body collapsed on top of his.

"What a way to wake up," she sighed with satisfaction.

He kissed her forehead softly. "The best way to wake up," he corrected.

"A giant cup of coffee comes in a close second," Rory chuckled.

He scoffed, "I'm offended."

"You shouldn't be. Coffee is the elixir of life to a Gilmore Girl, and you're still one step ahead."

"Well that makes me feel a little bit better I suppose." They laid in silence for awhile, enjoying their closeness. "Hey Ror?"

"Yeah?" she answered without lifting her head.

"Don't make any plans for Wednesday. I've got a surprise for you."

"I love surprises."

"Well, that's a good thing, because I love surprising you." A comfortable silence engulfed them once again. Logan broke the silence after awhile, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"You mean when you ruined all of my birthday gifts?"

"Haha no. I meant last July."

"Yeah, I remember that meeting significantly better than when I was seven. I think the trauma of that birthday has blocked that introduction from my memory," she joked.

He laughed at first, but when he spoke he could tell that his voice was serious and heartfelt, "I remember exactly what you looked like." He paused before continued, "You wore dark jeans and brown heels with a brown belt. You had this white button up shirt tucked in, and you'd rolled the sleeves up."

"How very 'queer eye' of you," she interrupted, laughing.

He shot a look down at her before continuing, "The point I was trying to make is that you were so…intriguing. You were so well put together, and an aura of confidence surrounded you. Your hair covered your eyes slightly as you spoke to Christina. I remember that you glanced in my direction as you moved your bangs out of your face. Once I looked into your eyes Ace, I knew I had to meet you. They were so were so striking and blue-- I felt so drawn to you. I must sound like a total sap right now, but I just can't explain how much of an effect you had on me that day."

Tears had come to her eyes at hearing his words. "You're right, you sound like a sap," she laughed jokingly. He shot her a pointed glance. "But it's still the sweetest, sappiest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Glad I don't disappoint."

"I don't think you ever could."

A/N: What could Logan have up his sleeve?? Reviews/comments please!