"More? How much more?" Logan was genuinely concerned.

"About six months after you proposed and broke up with me, the campaign trail stopped in Philadelphia." Logan swallowed hard but didn't say anything. "I guess we had our own version of Vegas for a few years."

Logan huffed. Loudly. Louder than he intended.

Rory could tell Logan was annoyed and she was annoyed that he was annoyed. "Oh, please. Don't tell me that you didn't have a few people in your life for exactly that."

Logan sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Nope. I didn't occasionally fuck someone that I was in love with."

Rory continued to get frustrated with Logan. "It was convenient, and I enjoyed his company. It happened when we were in the same place at the same time. I'm sure YOU know how it is."

Logan stood up. "You don't understand why I'm mad, do you?"

She shook her head. "No."

Logan walked over to the window and looked out. Without facing her, he said, "Because you just described exactly what we had for several years. You act like it was nothing. Yet it was the most important thing in MY life."

Rory bit her lip as she stared at his back. She whispered, "You never gave me any indication that you wanted more."

Still staring out the window, he replied, "I'd already lost you before. I couldn't risk losing what little contact we had, if you decided that it wasn't what you wanted. I didn't want to make it weird."

She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Logan, I felt the same way. I loved you with all my heart and I was so lonely. But you have to know that I wasn't with Jess at the same time. It was over well before you and I reconnected in Hamburg."

Logan was rueful. "No. You had a DIFFERENT boyfriend while you were sleeping with me."

Rory pursed her lips against his shoulder and said, "Yeah. And you had a fiancé. Someone that you wanted enough to actually propose to and pick out a ring."

Logan pulled away and walked a few feet from her. "Well, she said yes. She didn't have all these competing priorities." He glared at her.

Rory narrowed her eyes at him and said, "You know what? Fuck you, Logan!"

Logan's frustration had now boiled over. "Would I have even heard from you if you weren't pregnant? Would you have EVER contacted me again?"

Rory was now desperately fighting back tears. "Just STOP. I was trying to be honest with you – I wasn't trying to start THIS."

Logan began to retreat. "Rory, I just need a few minutes alone." Then he walked out on to the balcony and closed the door behind him.

Through the glass, Rory watched him pace back and forth on the balcony. After he stopped pacing, he stood at the railing looking out for a while. After about 15 minutes, she walked outside and softly said, "If you're planning to jump, you aren't high enough. You might merely break an ankle but still have to deal with me – on crutches no less."

Logan grumbled, "I knew I should have bought the penthouse instead. This place is worthless."

"Yeah... worthless. Next time, tell your realtor that you need to be able to fling yourself off the balcony during an argument." Rory mocked him.

Logan simply nodded. He glanced at her over his shoulder a few times but never turned around. Rory wrapped her arms around him from behind and laid her head against his shoulder. "The truth is that I don't know if I would have had the courage." Logan sighed deeply. "You were getting married, and I didn't want to mess that up."

Logan hung his head while holding his hands over hers at his waist. "I know, Ace."

He turned around in her arms and wrapped his arms around her too. He kissed her on top of the head and frowned. "You and I both wanted to be wanted. We had no idea that we were wanted by each other. And we were both too chicken to say so."

She buried her face in his chest. "Pretty much," she mumbled against his shirt.

"I'm sorry. I was completely out of line," he mumbled against her hair.

"Yeah, maybe," she pulled away enough to look at him. "But we're both jealous idiots."

He nodded. "Yep. And I hate feeling jealous. And I get SO jealous and insane when it comes to you. It freaks me out because I've never felt this way about anyone else, so I don't entirely understand the emotion – I don't know what to do with it." She squinted at him, trying to understand so he continued. "Seriously. I literally have not really cared about any other woman. I mean, I cared about their general well-being, but if they met someone else, it was cool. I wasn't attached. With you, I feel physically sick when I think about someone else's hands on you."

Rory looked up at him from under her lashes. "And you think I'm completely cool and composed while thinking about you with other women?" He shrugged with a sheepish look on his face. "You said I could tell you anything. You said I could tell you anything and it would be fine."

Logan held her tight against his chest. "I didn't think you would tell me you had a multi-year affair with HIM. And the worst part is that this is my fault. Had I not given you that ridiculous ultimatum, you would never have been lonely enough for that in the first place. I'm sorry, Ace."

"I didn't love him. I couldn't. I was still in love with you." She tried to reason with him.

"And you still went to bed with him…." Logan grumbled.

"And you clearly were saving yourself for me." She rolled her eyes at him.

He smirked at her. "We aren't talking about me."

"Logan!" She protested. "Don't look now but your double-standard is showing." She rolled her eyes at him.

He bent and buried his face in her neck. "Shhhh. I'm special. Normal rules don't apply to Logan Huntzberger." He chuckled while he said the last part.

Rory laughed out loud and shook her head. "Ain't THAT the truth!?"

Logan pulled her close and she tucked her head under his chin. "Really, though. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I was a jerk. Forgive me?"

She nodded. "Mmmm hmmm. You can be fallible with me. You don't have to always be perfect with me." She tightened her arms around his waist. "Even when we fight or disagree, I still love you."

He sighed and brushed his lips against her forehead. "I love you too, Ace." He kissed her on the lips softly. "I'm not good at relationships. You might have to be patient with me..." He whispered to her as he nuzzled her neck.

"Ok," she whimpered as his hands started to wander.

"Will you teach me?" he murmured as she trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone. His hands moved under the hem of her sweatshirt and discovered she was completely bare under the sweatshirt. "Oh...," he groaned as he caressed her bare buttocks. "Mmmmm. You are so beautiful..." Then he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs.

"Logan!" she yelped. "Logan, we're on the balcony!"

"So," he whispered against her center. He licked her hard. "It's dark." He licked her again. "We're alone..." He licked her again and nudged her so that her back was leaning against the balcony. "I love the way you taste..." He licked her again and she moaned loudly. "Rory, if you come for me just once" *lick* "out here" *lick* "under the stars" *lick* "we can go back inside" *lick, lick, lick* By now, Rory was moaning and squirming uncontrollably against Logan's mouth, pressing her core against his face. Logan reached up under her sweatshirt and rubbed her nipples. That was all it took to cause her to writhe and wiggle against him until she came hard and loud.

Once she relaxed and released his face from between her thighs, he stood up and stared in her eyes. She grabbed him by the face and kissed him. He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her legs up and around his waist. He pulled her sweatshirt up and over her head, then leaned forward and buried his face in her breasts. "Logan... take me inside!"

He carried her into the flat with their lips fused together. Rory's hands were twisted in his hair and their tongues explored each other's mouth. She whispered in his ear, "Baby, I want you so bad."

Logan growled in reply and tossed her on the bed against the pillows. He followed her on to the bed and was on his side, next to her. "I love you," he said as he cupped her face with both hands.

"And I love you," she said as she ground her hips against him, feeling his growing arousal under his sweatpants.

"What do you want?" he asked quietly in her ear.

She looked deep in his eyes and ordered him, "Get naked." She lifted the hem of his t-shirt and tried to pull it over his head. He finished pulling it off and kicked off his sweatpants at the same time. He pushed her back on the pillows and hovered over her while he asked again, "So, I'm naked. What do you want?"

She smirked at him, "If I have to tell you, you aren't the prepared little Boy Scout that I thought you were."

"Oh, I'm prepared. I just want to hear you say it."

She kissed him hard. Once she pulled away, she said "Fine. I want you to shove your big, hard dick in me over and over until you make me scream. I want you to have your way with me and fuck me until I'm sore. I want you to come so hard that you need to hydrate." She raised her eyebrows at him in a challenge of sorts.

Logan couldn't speak he was so shocked at her description. Logan practically panted just hearing her say the words. "Damn. Okay... "Just then, he sank into her wet core and proceeded to give her exactly what she asked for.

About forty-five minutes later, Logan threw himself on the other side of the bed next to Rory. They were both panting and sweaty, completely spent. Once Logan got his breathing under control, he asked Rory, "How is it always that good?"

"What?!" Rory laughed at his question.

Logan grinned at her. "Its just always SO good." He rolled on his side to look at her. "You know what?" he asked as he propped himself up on his elbow.

She smiled at him, "No, tell me."

He blushed a little as he told her, "The first time you kissed me, I got SO nervous."

She giggled at his admission. "What?! You?"

He nodded. "And the first time we got naked together and you touched me, its like I just lost my mind. And it has literally happened every single time since then." He smirked at her. "What kind of a freaky spell do you have over me, Woman?"

She grinned at him and said, "Hmm, let's see…." She slipped her hand under the blanket and grazed his crotch. "Did it happen again?"

He bit his bottom lip and nodded. "Yep. I am such a goner when it comes to you." He reached out and pulled her close, so close that she was laying on top of him. She kissed him and then laid her head on his chest while he stroked her hair. He slowly ran his hand along her bare side to tickle her and she giggled.

"Logan, stop!" He purposely continued tickling her until she giggled more and more. Finally, he rolled over onto her and she was on her back as he lay on top of her.

Rory gasped for breath and Logan gazed into her eyes. "What?" he asked with a smirk.

She laughed and said, "You can't do that to an old pregnant lady!"

He kissed her deeply and said, "You're the hottest old pregnant lady I've ever seen."

They fell asleep not long afterwards, still naked wrapped up in each other.