Title: Control
Author: Bec
Disclaimer: Rory and Logan belong to each other... I mean Amy... she owns them all... damn her.
Rating: ummm... well... there's no sex, but it's pretty sexual, and she's mad. So PG-15... I don't know.
Author's Note: Thanks to undoubtablyjess for being super cool... And beta-ing even though she should have been doing math homework.
Summary: Basically an excuse to have Rory get really really mad and deal with Huntzberger's commitment issues.

She can't breathe. She can't breathe and had absolutely no will to try. She would have drowned more than willingly in the moment. Her attempt to break free comes out in a desperate moan before his lips finally release hers. His fingers work in slow meaningful circles along her side, warming and chilling her at the same time.

The moan turns to rasping breaths as she tries to compose herself. She'd never even considers dislodging herself from his body. She can't remember a time before the embrace began, but she has craved the proximity for weeks. There is nothing she wants more than to close the distance between their lips again, knowing full well that breathing is not a priority for her. She's already accepted that her life is about to change and convinces herself that those changes are exactly what she needs.

He knows it too. She can tell from the look in his eyes, daring her to restart what she has ended only moments before. She knows that it is a mistake, but it is her choice.

She closes the distance between them, this time allowing her hands to work at the tie that has been picked out especially for this occasion. Pulling on the silk until it falls loosely from his neck, feeling the pulse in his lips vibrate through her head, always knowing that the excitement was not one sided. She lightly bites on his bottom lip until he parts them for her while she unbuttons each immaculate button on his shirt.

The speed doesn't bother her, the racing of their mouths, tongues caressing, delving as deeply as possible, in an attempt to merge. She's known for months that this is exactly where they have always been headed. She's now come to accept that fate.

She moans into his mouth again, but not in protest. All the nerves in her body tingle as his hand covers her breast.

Suddenly her mouth is free of his.

"We can't do this." His voice is rough and shocking.

"What do you mean" she replies. "We were doing a really good job of doing this a few seconds ago." Her hands make their way down to the next button as his move to counter her attack.

"I'm serious, Rory. We can't do this here. Not like this."

"Why not? When did Logan Huntzberger get hit with the self-righteous stick" She smiles up at him, but refuses to stop her fingers from working against his shirt.

"Because, it's not right."

"Since when have you ever cared about right" Her voice flows with bitterness. "You're not relationship material, remember? So I'm making sure that it's not a relationship. No strings. See."

"Rory "

"What? Surprised that I'm not perfect? Surprised that I'm not above a quickie at a party? Surprised that I don't care" Her fingers finally make it to the last button, quickly unbuttoning and pushing the shirt open. "Surprised that I could accept this? The relationship girl, looking for a quick fuck from someone who can't give anything but that" Her hands move to her own shirt. "What? What exactly is the problem, Logan? Because the flavours of the week you've been parading around lately seem to demonstrate that you have no physical problem with the act. So is it me" Down again. "Am I the problem" She looks into his eyes as another button pops out of its hole. "Am I not pretty enough? Or smart enough? Or, god forbid, sexual enough for you? Are you afraid to taint me? Because I can assure you that you won't be able to do that." He stands there, his eyes looking into hers; another pop is heard. "Are you afraid? Afraid that there's more to this? Because I've accepted that this is all there is… all there will ever be "

And his lips descend on her again. Softly, not like before, turning her bones to water, making her forget what she had been saying only seconds before. He doesn't deepen the kiss at all, allowing his lips to leisurely take from hers for seconds, minutes, hours.

"Angry works for you" he says as he breaks from her again. He smooths down her shirt that has miraculously rebuttoned itself. "You're not ready for this." Before she can try to protest, he places two fingers over her lips. "You're not ready for this, and neither am I." He kisses her again, taking each one of her hands in his, and using them to button up his shirt in a more sensual manner than it was unbuttoned.

She finally resigns herself to the fact that the power had shifted again. She is no longer in control, or mad enough to regain control. She lets him guide her, trusting him as much as he will let her. Even as he releases her lips and leads her from the room, she goes, without protest.

Author's Note: You can find the next part on my LJ(see profile)- called "Worries are for Tomorrow"