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Pairing: Rory/Logan
Rating: PG 13
Together. That's how they'd spent the last few weeks, simply together. They never really separated, minus the few dates they'd went on with other people, for the mere purpose of fulfilling their no-strings relationship. Other than that, they were happy together, laughing, kissing, debating, bickering, bantering and laughing again. It was like they had put themselves into a cycle that they just couldn't get rid of. They'd laugh, fight, kiss and make up, argue about whose fault it was, then make up for arguing. This went on at least once a day, with coffee stops as a vital part of the make up session. Truth be told, Rory had made Logan a coffee addict and he was almost up to her usual eight coffees a day, but still trailing slightly. He couldn't understand how someone so tiny could inject that much caffeine into their body. He of course, would never point it out to her, because that in itself was an argument already fought before.
Caffeine addictions aside, they were perfect for each other. No one dare try to break them apart, everyone fearing the wrath that one half of the happy couple would send out. Yet their relationship was undefined in that they weren't in a relationship per say. They weren't about to mess with a good thing by labeling it. All they needed to know was that they cared for one another and be damned if the other fell for someone else. Up to this point, everything was simple and happy, but the true plight of the story unfolds when things get complicated…
"Ace, do you know where I put my pants?" Logan asked searching Rory's room frantically, looking for the previously mentioned garment.
"What a thing to ask. How can you not know where your pants are?" Rory yelled from the bathroom.
"You're the one who had them last," he quipped, placing a suggestive smirk on his lips. Rory emerged from the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth and a smile on her face.
"Oh yeah," she blushed and continued to brush her teeth as she searched around the room.
"They couldn't have gone far, I mean we were in here when they came off," he said checking under her bed.
"Found 'em," Rory called after removing her toothbrush from her mouth. She was bent under the desk, pulling quite hard on the pants that had magically inhabited the space.
"Under the desk? How very kinky of us," Logan commented, completely amused by the fact that Rory had to crawl under her desk to get them.
"I know, since when did we have sex on the desk?" she asked, desperately trying to remember the previous night's antics.
"Well I don't remember, but no matter, we'll just have to recreate it tonight to see exactly how my pants got under the desk!" Logan took the pants from Rory and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"I can't tonight," she answered, making her way to the bathroom for a quick rinse. After doing so, she came out to find Logan fully dressed and with a smile. He ambled over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him.
"And why not?" he asked breathily against her lips, hovering ever so close.
Rory could barely contain her urge to kiss him, "It's Friday, I still have dinners with my grandparents," she pouted playfully, before linking her lips with his.
Pulling back slightly disoriented from the short passion filled kiss Rory had wrapped him into, his face turned serious, "Oh no Rory Gilmore! You are not pulling me into another night in hell with your grandmother," Logan pulled away, backing up slowly.
"Please, we can go for dinner and then leave early. I mean the faster you agree to this, the faster we can make plans about what adventure we'll endure after dinner. Let's see, we could come back here and have an interesting recreation of last night," she offered placing her palm on his chest if only to give herself a little more breathing room.
"Ace," he whined, putting his own pout on. Unfortunately this didn't work on the master of pouts, rather the daughter of the master of pouts, and Rory found her own way to coax him into dinner. She inched closer to him teasingly before pushing her lips hard to his. His hands slipped under her sweater and purposely moved further and further up her back. Her own hands had begun to unbutton his shirt again, but just as that last button was undone, she pulled away.
Logan stood breathless as she separated her lips and moved her hands to his chest. He still held her as close as possible. "That was a sample to get you through the day. There will definitely be more snippets before we leave for dinner, and afterwards, maybe I'll reward you for coming," she winked and gave him another oxygen depriving kiss, pulling away quickly before things got carried away.
"I swear Ace, if you do that to me again, I will not let you stop," his tone was serious, but had an edge of playfulness. Rory merely smirked, that same mischievous smirk that caressed his own lips every time he was about to kiss her. His hands had now settled on her hips, her own tugging at his hair.
"And I might not want to stop," she smiled happily at him before releasing his hair and turning to put on her jeans. The cow pajamas she was wearing just didn't seem appropriate at the Yale Daily News Office.
Logan was putting his shoes on now, tying them lazily, before reaching for his worn leather jacket. Rory came out of the bathroom just as he was reaching for the door.
"You weren't about to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Rory asked while strategically slipping between Logan and the door.
"Of course not," he replied easily. "I was just going to get some coffee, care to join me?"
"Do you really need to ask?" she smirked yet again as he offered his hand to her. She took it happily and they strolled in step together on their way to the closest coffee cart.
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"Thanks for dinner Mrs. Gilmore, it was an absolute delight," Logan reached out to Emily's hand and kissed it politely. Rory rolled her eyes before stepping forward to hug her grandmother.
"Yes thank you grandma, it was great. So I'll see you next week?" Rory asked, as Logan helped her into her coat.
"Yes Rory, that would be lovely. Oh and Logan you come back next week alright?" Emily asked with a charming smile.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world Mrs. Gilmore. It's getting late and we must get on our way to Yale, until next week Mrs. Gilmore," they turned for the door and let themselves out. As they heard the door close with a thud, they both let out a huge sigh.
"You are such a little charmer," Rory teased as she pulled at Logan's hair.
"What can I say, good breading does the charm well," he laughed self righteously and finished with a graceful smile that had Rory rolling her eyes.
"Oh boy, how did I ever get so lucky?" she mocked aloud in her best corny heroine voice.
"Hey, I resent that!" he added in a tone that was far from hurt.
"Babe, you know I love you, there's nothing to resent," she said with a laugh, not even bothering to think of how easily the words had slipped from her mouth. Just as she was about to get into the car, she realized Logan had stopped moving and his face was growing incredibly pale. "What's wrong?" she asked, the giggles gone from her voice leaving only concern.
"You just said the l-word," he replied staring at her intensely.
"So?"
"I just though, I thought you understood that we couldn't get serious. I can't get serious. Love is serious, I'm not good at that whole loving, boyfriend stuff," he replied, never removing his eyes from hers.
She surprised herself with the words that escaped from her mouth, the words she'd kept locked away in the back of her conscience hoping to keep them there. "It doesn't matter if you don't love me. I love you, I said it, and it's out there. If you don't love me, that's fine. I'm not going to break up with you just because you didn't say it back, trust me I've been there before and let's just say Dean wasn't happy when I couldn't say it," she said this breathlessly, covering her mouth to keep more of her pasts secrets from escaping her traitorous lips.
"You are a lot more understanding then I seem to give you credit for Rory Gilmore," he smiled warmly at her. Almost as an after thought, and he wouldn't deny this if either Finn or Colin confronted him he said, "It's not that I don't love you, I do. I just can't admit it to myself, to make myself into the kind of guy you want. I just need time Rory, just give me time to say it on my own terms."
"Take the time as long as you aren't planning to leave me, I think I can deal with it," she giggled then and crossed in front of the car, stopping right in front of him. "Don't worry Logan, I never expected you to say it, and if you just need some time, then I can definitely give you that," she kissed him softly, finishing with a tight hug, one that meant she'd never let go, which he responded with equal emotion.
"Okay, so why don't we go back to my place now and we can get to that reward of mine," Logan suggested with amusement as Rory's face turned to that of a seductress.
"You didn't actually think you'd get off that easy did you? I think a little bit of work is in order," she had released her arms from around him and was leaning up against the driver's side of the car.
"I think I can manage that," he winked and in one swoop managed to press his body into hers against the car, and kiss her full force, nearly knocking her to the ground. Just as he released her lips she frowned.
"Hey I was going to be the temptress tonight," she pouted.
"Ace, you can be the temptress anytime," he smiled while he led her over to her side of the car and opened the door. With emotions and feelings making his head go crazy, it would be good to push them aside with a little fun. After all, a little fun never hurt anyone!
A/n: Review please.
