Chapter Twelve- Promises, Passion, and Perfection

I need to be next to you

I need to share every breath with you

I need to know I can see your smile each morning

Look into your eyes each night

For the rest of my life

Here with you, near with you

Oh I, I need to be next to you—Leigh Nash

As the movie ended, Luke sighed. "Thank God," he exclaimed. Lorelai laughed.

"You are the only person that says that after every single movie we watch, I swear," she stated.

"Yeah, well, I tend to when you watch the same movie over, and over, and over again. New selections might not be such a bad choice, you know." He said. She smiled, and kissed him gently.

"Yes, but I live to torture you!" she said. She then turned to the young couple on the floor, and smiled.

"Hey, you two. Come back from fantasy land. The movie's over. "Rory looked over at her mother, and smiled. "Are you heading back to Yale, or are you staying for the weekend?"

Rory sighed. "I think we're just going to head back. I have stuff I need to get finished," Rory stated.

Lorelai nodded. "Okay, kid. Call me tomorrow?" She said, standing to hug her daughter.

"Yeah. See ya, Luke. Bye, Mom," Rory said, grabbing her coat.

Logan stood, and took his as well, smiling at Luke and Lorelai. "Bye, Lorelai…Luke…" he said.

"Yeah, see ya," Luke called as the two walked out of the house.

Rory and Logan walked hand in hand from the car to her dorm. They stopped so she could open the door, and they entered her dark suite.

"Paris must be at Doyle's," Rory stated, turning on the light. She smiled up at Logan. "Are you coming in?"

Logan laughed, and closed the door, looking at Rory.

"So…" he started, trailing off awkwardly, not knowing what to say. God, she's beautiful. He thought as he watched her.

"So…" Rory said, just as awkwardly as Logan.

"Tonight was great," he said, stepping closer to her. She nodded, and smiled.

"Yeah…it was great," she said, not exactly sure where this was going.

He continued to move closer to her.

"Rory…" And yet again, he used her name. So, he was serious. Where was this conversation going, though? Was he going to retract his earlier statement, realizing he was in too deep…realizing it was a mistake…that he didn't want to be with her.

"Yeah?" she asked, quietly, bracing herself for what was coming next.

"I meant what I said earlier," he stated, standing directly in front of her, his arms around her waist. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, sensing her hesitation. He leaned in, his forehead pressed against hers. "I promise," he whispered, before closing the space between them, and kissing her. Gentle at first, it quickly became something more.

Much like their relationship in the past few months, it started out innocently enough, but grew to something deep, and passionate.

Her hands went to his hair, as they slowly made their way to her bedroom. He kicked the door closed, and gently laid her on the bed.

She pulled his black sweater off, and smiled up at him before pulling him down into another passionate kiss.

Early morning sunlight poured through the window as Rory and Logan lay in bed, Rory fast asleep, head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her protectively.

He watched her as she slept, comparing her to what an angel might look like. He stroked her hair softly, and kissed the top of her head.

How had this happened? How was he lucky enough to be lying here, in this position, in the arms of Rory Gilmore?

She thought the same thing as she slept. She felt his fingers running through her hair…across her skin. What had she done to deserve such a good thing? She felt…safe…loved…overjoyed.

It wasn't like that with Dean. With Dean, she just felt…different…Like everything had changed…and maybe not even for the better.

But, lying in Logan's arms that morning, she knew. She knew it was different, and it was for the better. She knew she was safe. She knew she was loved. And she knew it felt right. It was perfect.