AN: The rataing for this chapter has been upgraded to M; if anyone has any objections, feel free to let me know ;) ;)

and without any further ado and no more guilding the lilly...

-------------------------------

Logan lifted his head off his desk, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He looked at his watch, 10:20. He must have fallen asleep after Rory left. He started to move but paused. What was that noise? Was someone else there? He slowly stood up from his desk and made his way to the office door and opened it, peeking out into the newsroom. "Ace?" he asked when his eyes landed on her.

She looked at him with a smile. His normally tousled hair was even more mussed up than usual. He was no longer wearing his suit jacket and his tie hung loosely around his neck. The top buttons of his shirt were undone and the cuffs of his sleeves were undone and rolled up his arms. He squinted at her like he was trying to figure out if she was real or not. He must have fallen asleep, he looked so cute.

"Ace?" he asked again. She didn't respond, just walked slowly towards him. "Rory, what's going on? Is everything OK? You're acting wei..." he was suddenly silenced by the press of her lips on his. He stumbled backwards into the corner of the doorframe but he completely ignored the sharp, jabbing pain it left in his back; he couldn't feel anything but her. He felt her tongue caress his lips and he spread them apart, letting her in. He put his hands to her waste, drawing her to him. He continued the kiss for a few moments before angrily shoving her away.

"What the hell, Rory?" She frowned at him. "You can't keep doing this. Three times. Three times in barely 24 hours. Are you going to run away again?" he yelled, flailing his arms about frustratedly.

She looked him straight in the eye and shook her head. "No more running Logan," she promised him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Not anymore," she answered.

"Really? What about your fiancé, Rory? What about Jess? You're engaged," he spat at her. He was getting sick of her mind games. It hurt so much to have her give him what he wanted and then have her yank it away again.

She stepped up to him again. "Am I?" she said with a smirk. "Hmm, I guess I should have held onto that pretty little ring a bit longer than." He looked at her with wide eyes; she couldn't be saying what he thought she was saying, could she?

Smiling at his shocked expression she placed her left hand firmly on his chest. He looked down at her ringless ring finger. "Really?" he asked, trying to hold back his smile until he got confirmation.

"Really," she assured him. "I'm all yours...if you still want me."

He placed his right hand over her left one, still on his chest and encircled her waist with his left arm, pulling her as close as humanly possible. He kissed her again, firm and tender before breaking away. "Does that answer your question?" he asked huskily.

"Hmm, I'm not quite sure I caught that, could you give it to me again?" she mumbled.

"Maybe...if you ask real nice," he teased.

"Please," she pouted.

"Now how can I say no to that?" he leaned back into her, attacking her lips more furiously. Once the kiss broke he spoke again. "I thought I said something wrong, I thought...I don't know what I thought but I didn't think this," he admitted.

She shook her head, "You said everything right."

"But why didn't you tell me that's where you were going?" he asked her. "I would have waited."

"I had to take care of it on my own; there needed to be no more 'Jess and me' before there could be a 'you and me'," she explained.

"I guess, but I still think you should have told me," he said.

"Hmm, well if I've been bad I'm sure you can think of an appropriate punishment," she replied suggestively, punctuating it with a kiss.

"Mmmm," he moaned. "Yes, you've been very naughty. I'm going to have to see you in my office so I can properly scold you," he said with a smirk. He pulled her into his office, shutting the door behind them. Spinning themselves around, he pinned Rory up against the wall. He crashed his lips hard against hers. His hands went first to her waist and he slid them up underneath her sweater, taking in the feel of her soft, silky skin. God how he missed the feel of her skin on his.

He pulled away again and she looked at him exasperatedly. "What now?"

"Are you sure about this?" he asked. "I mean you only broke off your engagement, what, like about an hour ago? We can wait if you want. Should we talk about this first?"

"God Huntzberger," she rolled her eyes. "Stop acting like such a girl and just undress me already."

He smirked at her. "I think that request can be accommodated," he assured her as he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and yanked it over her head. "Better?"

"Much," she agreed as her hands made their way to his waist and she began working on his belt. He groaned as she undid his zipper and her hand grazed over his hardness. His hands searched for the zipper of her skirt and when he finally found it he removed the offending article. They both stepped out of the clothes pooled at their ankles. Her hands began working at the buttons of his shirt as he showered soft kisses along her neck, moving down to the swelling of her breasts. She moaned with pleasure as he grazed his tongue along the seam of her bra on one side and he cupped her other breast with his hand, gently stroking her nipple through the cloth. She finished with his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders; it joined the pile of clothing growing at their feet.

She reached her arm down and clumsily grasped for her foot. "What are you doing?" he breathed into her chest.

"Shoes," she replied.

He pulled back and looked down at the pumps which made her legs look a million miles long. "Leave them," he requested. "They look hot." She too looked down and as soon as she did she started giggling. "What?" he pouted. "Giggling is not a good thing for a guy to hear at a time like this."

"I wish I could say the same thing about your shoes that you said about mine but you look really silly," she laughed. "And can we please do something about those trouser socks? They are not a turn on."

"Fine," he agreed with a sigh, "'I'll take off my shoes but you leave yours on."

"I would," she replied, "but that would make it very difficult to take off my stockings and that will be a pretty big hindrance to what we're about to do."

"All shoes off it is," he quickly agreed, bending down to remove his socks and shoes. Afterwards he slipped her shoes off. He stood back up slowly, softly running his hands along the outside of her legs as he did. When his hands were at her waist he grasped the waistband of her stockings and panties and pulled them down together, she lifted her feet one at a time so he could remove the undergarments completely. "Can we put the shoes back on now?" he asked, looking up at her pleadingly.

"You really love those pumps, don't you?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Maybe I should buy you a pair of your very own," she teased.

"I doubt they make them in my size, besides, they look much better on you."

"Fine than, if you must," she smiled down at him. He picked her shoes up one at a time and slipped them back on her feet, placing a tender kiss on each foot as he did so. Next he kissed the inside of her ankles, then he moved a little higher, and a little higher, leaving a trail of kisses all along the inside of her legs until he could go no farther. He could sense her body tensing up in anticipation of what was about to happen to it. He moved his hands up to her hips to steady her as his tongue darted out of his mouth licking her entrance.

"Logan," she gasped; one of her hands slammed against the wall and the other found its way into his hair where she grasped at the tendrils. Logan smiled; it had been so long since he had heard her say his name like that and there was no sweeter sound. He worked his tongue inside her, twirling it around masterfully. He could hear her breathing getting quicker and shallower and her fingers grasped at his hair even tighter. "Logan," she said his name again, this time as a whisper. "Wait! Logan, stop," she called out almost urgently after another moment. He pulled back worriedly.

"What's wrong, Ace?"

"It's our first time back together," she told him, trying to normalize her breathing. "We should, you know, be together."

"Ah, so that's what you want," he said. She bit her lip and nodded her head in answer. "Well than, that's what you'll get," he promised as he began searching through the clothing on the floor next to him.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"I know I said earlier that I wanted to get right on that 'making kids' business but I've thought about it a little more and I think we should wait...at least a week or so," he joked. "So..." he said pulling his wallet out from his discarded pants' pocket. "We'll need this," he added, extracting the condom from within.

"Well that was convenient," she noted.

"I'm a guy Ace; I always have a condom in my wallet. Although this one's been in there a while," he said to assure her, "so I should probably check the expiration date." He looked at the wrapper to confirm its merits. "OK, we're good to go." He stood up and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before dragging her over in front of his desk. He lifted his arm, preparing to clear a space for them.

"Logan, what are you doing?" Rory said in horror.

"I've always wanted to do this in a moment of passion," he told her.

"But you'll break everything."

"I'll buy new things," he said simply.

"But your laptop. It's got all your work on it," she argued.

"You're a strange girl, Ace."

"It's got all your settings like you like them."

He considered this more carefully. "Yeah, plus all those naked pictures of you from college," he joked.

"Logan," she scolded and slapped him playfully.

"Alright, you can move the laptop to safety," he agreed.

She took the computer in her hands and searched for a place to put it before deciding to set it on top of the file cabinet.

"Ready now?" he asked.

"I suppose."

He lifted his arm again and in one swift, sweeping motion he brushed everything off the desk. "That was so cool." he said with a smile. He picked Rory up and sat her on the desk. She wrapped her legs around him and he moved in so they could share another passionate kiss. He reached his arms around her to remove her bra, the last item of clothing she still wore. Once the bra was gone he caressed her now bare breasts and she arched her back and she moaned into his mouth. "Now Logan, please," she said pulling away from his mouth and dropping her legs from around his waist. She reached down and tugged at his boxers. He took them the rest of the way off and grabbed for the condom where he had laid it on the desk. He tore it open and rolled it on to himself.

"Rory," he said before making another move.

"Hmm?" she asked in a dreamy tone. She was dying for his touch.

"I love you."

She opened her eyes to look straight into his and smiled. "I love you too Logan."

He laid her back on the desk and climbed on top. As he entered her she moaned his name, "Logan."

"Rory," he grunted in pleasure at the feel of her surrounding him. He leaned down for a kiss before thrusting into her. She lifted her hips up to meet him.

"Oh God," she screamed, wrapping her legs around him to draw him deeper. He continued to thrust into her; they moved in synchrony right down to their breathing. Soon he felt her getting closer. Normally he would hold back, hoping to bring her to climax twice before it ended but she had said she wanted them to come to together this first time and he wanted that too. So when he felt her tightening around him, he left himself go. They both lost themselves in the ecstasy at the same moment, screaming out to each other. And then there was peace.

Logan remained motionless for a moment until he regained enough strength to move. Forgetting where he was he rolled off of her and fell off the desk with a thud. "Oof" he grunted as he hit the floor. Rory rolled her head to the side to see him where he landed. She began laughing despite the fact that she was already gasping for breath.

"What can I say?" he asked as he lifted himself back up. He removed the condom and disposed of it in the waste basket before collapsing into his desk chair. "I fell for you," he grinned.

She stopped her laughing and suddenly looked very serious. "I'm going to have to insist you don't speak immediately after sex if you're going to say such stupid things."

"Sorry," he said with a laugh, leaning back in his chair and staring at her intently. She still hadn't caught her breath and he watched the movement of her chest as she gasped for air. A few droplets of sweat glistened off her milky white skin. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked him.

"Are you serious Ace?" She nodded her head in response. "You really think a guy needs an excuse to stare at his hot girlfriend while she's lying stark naked on his office desk?"

"I am not stark naked," she argued. He looked at her strangely. "I'm wearing the shoes," she said, lifting one of her legs up and pointing at her high heel.

He laughed at her. "Of course, we can't forget the shoes."

"Hey, you're the one who was so intent on me keeping them on," she argued as she sat up. She reached behind her and picked something up off the desk. "Next time we have sex in your office we're doing it on the couch," she said, throwing the object at him. It was a large rubber eraser. "I was lying on that the whole time. Not comfortable, let me tell you."

"Hey now Ace, no need to get violent," he told her as he dodged the eraser. "Where are you going?" he asked her as she jumped off the desk and walked across the room.

"To the large pile of clothes so I can do something about the stark nakedness," she replied, motioning to her body as though she were Vanna White. She bent down, picking up his shirt and buttoning it on. She also grabbed her underwear and slipped into it.

"But I liked you naked," he whined.

"Oh, poor baby," she replied sarcastically.

"Yes, I'm very deprived."

"Well I'll see what I can do about that later. But first I must have food."

"Food?" He asked her.

"Yes, I just worked up quite an appetite. I take it you put all that Chinese in the refrigerator in the break room?" she inquired.

"Yeah, it's in there."

"OK, good. I'll be right back," she said as she opened the door a crack and peeked outside.

"Ace, it's 11 at night, there's nobody out there, just go."

"Fine," she said and sprinted out of the room. She returned a couple of minutes later balancing two unopened cokes, two cartons of food and two pairs of chopsticks. Logan had thrown on his boxers and moved over to the sofa. She handed him his food and joined him, sitting herself between his legs and leaning back on his chest, snuggling into him before dipping the chopsticks into the Chinese food and popping a morsel of sesame chicken into her mouth. "Mmmm, yummy."

Logan bent his head down and placed a wet, sloppy kiss on her shoulder. "Very yummy," he agreed.

Rory rolled her eyes, "I meant the food."

"I didn't."

"Geez Huntzberger, it's only been like, five minutes. You can't be ready for another go already."

"I can do anything I set my mind to," he argued.

Rory sighed, "I assure you, you will get laid again, but first you have to let me eat my dinner. You should eat something too," she ordered, poking him in the chest with her chopsticks. "You're going to need the energy," she smirked at him.

"Promise?" he asked with a goofy grin.

She nodded her head in response, "Promise."

Logan turned suddenly serious. "I love you Rory. You know that, right?"

"You may have mentioned it once or twice," she quipped.

"I just want to make sure you know how much you mean to me. You gave up a lot after all."

Rory shifted her weight to face him and looked him straight in the eyes. "And I'm not regretting it," she assured him. "It took me a long time to come to this decision, I don't need to tell you that, but as soon as I did I knew it was right. You're the one for me Logan. I love you."

"God Rory, you have no idea how good that is to hear," he smiled.

"You keep doing that," she said, with narrowed eyes.

"What?"

"Calling me Rory."

"Well that is your name," he replied, wondering why she might object to that.

"Yeah but you usually only say it when you're really serious."

"And telling you I love you isn't serious?" he asked.

"No, it is but you said it before too."

"OK you're going to have to be more specific than 'before'," he told her, not really sure when she was referring to.

She sighed. "When we were having sex."

"Ah," he said with a smile.

"You always used to call me 'Ace' during sex."

"It didn't feel right this time," he replied shrugging her shoulders.

"Why not?" she asked him.

"Because we weren't just having sex," he told her.

"We weren't?" she looked at him skeptically. "Well than, enlighten me Mr. Huntzberger, what were we doing?"

"It's nothing, forget it," he replied dismissively.

"But I wanna know," she pouted and he felt his resolve melting away. She could get anything out of him with just one look.

"It's stupid," he argued.

"Pretty please," she asked again.

"Fine," he grunted. "We weren't just having sex, we were- and I realize that these next words are going to make me sound like a complete girl but- we weren't just having sex, we were...making love." He winced as the words came out of his mouth. They were true but he still felt completely unmasculine saying them out loud.

She laughed a little, thinking how adorable he was. She set her food down and laced her fingers with his. Lifting their hands up, she placed a kiss on the back of his. "That wasn't stupid," she told him with a smile. "That wasn't stupid at all."

"It's just, I didn't realize how I felt about you until after we broke up so that was the first time since..."

"Since we both said 'I love'," she finished for him. She now understood exactly why he paused to tell her that immediately before the act.

"I'm sorry it wasn't more romantic."

She shook her head, "It was perfect...You're perfect."

He laughed. "No I'm not."

"No, you're really not," she agreed.

"Don't hesitate to jump on the bandwagon there, Ace," he said, pretending to be hurt.

"You're perfect for me," she corrected.

"You know, we're not even back together for a couple of hours and we're already sickeningly sweet."

She laughed, "We really are, aren't we?"

"Yes; if I was someone else and I saw us acting this sweet, I would feel the need to mock us mercilessly."

"We could go back to your apartment and do something...not so sweet," she suggested.

"We could definitely do that," he answered but then his face fell. "Oh no."

"What?"

"Colin and Finn are probably there. I don't know how their dates went but knowing them they blew it and are now sitting in my living room drinking massive amounts of alcohol."

"I don't think we need to worry about those two," she told him.

"Why do you say that?" he asked curiously.

"I kicked them out."

"You kicked Colin and Finn out of my apartment?" he asked, clearly not believing her.

"Fine, I didn't kick them out exactly. It was more like Colin offered to find them somewhere else to go for the night," she amended.

"Oh, and why would he do that?"

"Well when I stopped by your place earlier..."

"Hold on a second, you stopped by my place?" he asked.

"Yeah, well I wasn't counting on you falling asleep at you desk and being here till all hours of the night."

"So Colin and Finn know?"

"They were able to deduce, yes."

"So they knew I was getting lucky tonight before I did?"

She laughed. "Yes."

"That is soo not fair Ace."

"Life's not fair," she quipped. "I'm getting dressed, you call Frank and get the car," she added, standing up from the sofa.

"Fine, hand me my cell phone, will ya," he said, playfully slapping her ass as she stood up.

"Hey!" she whined.

"Oh don't complain, you loved it," he smirked.

She turned and glared at him. "Where's the phone," she asked him.

"Oh somewhere in that mess we made all over the floor."

She bent down to sift through the clutter surrounding his desk. Logan looked on as his shirt shifted on her, no longer concealing her black, lace panties. "You're staring at my ass, aren't you?" she asked him as she picked the phone up and tossed it to him.

"It's a very nice ass," he said in his defense. She just shook her head before going to pick up her bra which was also by the desk. This time she made sure to bend at the knees. "Ruin my fun," he whined.

"Just call the car and get dressed already," she replied, slipping out of his shirt and tossing it over his head. He scrambled to move the shirt from covering his eyes but by the time he could see again she had her back turned to him and was already clasping the bra back on. He sighed in disappointment.

Once they were fully dressed and the car was called they made their way down to the lobby. "How long is the car ride back to your apartment?" she suddenly asked.

"About fifteen minutes, why?"

"Hold on for just one second," she answered, running off across the lobby. He watched on in confusion as she entered the ladies room. Hadn't she just gone when they were upstairs? She stepped back out of the bathroom a minute later, walking back up to him. "Fifteen minutes, you think it's enough?" she asked pushing something at him. He took the item from her hand and realized it was a condom.

"You got this from the ladies room?" he asked her curiously.

"Uh huh, they're in a dispenser right next to the tampons."

"Do they have them in the men's room too?"

She laughed at him. "I'm gonna guess no to the tampons and yes to the condoms but you'll have to investigate that one yourself."

"Some other time. Let's go," he said pulling her towards the door.

"So you think it's enough time?" she reasked her original question.

"Hmm, let me think...if I try real hard and don't think about baseball..." he began with a smirk as they stepped out of the building

"Do you usually think about baseball when we're having sex?" she asked.

"It's for your own good, I assure you Ace," he laughed, as they reached the limo and he opened the door to let her in.

"Whatever, let's get going," she said as she climbed in the car, pulling him in behind her. They shut the door and for the next fifteen minutes they lost themselves to eachother.