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Chapter Eleven: Surrender

It was a Sunday night in late May, almost a month since Rory's engagement had been broken. In that time, Lorelai had watched her daughter grow quieter, spend more time alone in her room, and less time with her mother.

It was a stormy night, complete with thunder and lightning and driving rain, all of which frightened Lorelai. She had always hated large storms, perhaps stemming from a childhood nightmare of their house being swept downstream.

Lorelai felt isolated. Her parents and Christopher were in Paris, the men doing business, Emily shopping. Lorelai herself had given most of the staff the night off, it being Sunday. In all likelihood only she and Rory were home. And Luke she thought.

Another clap of thunder sent her flying from the sofa, where she had been reading. She could not sit alone downstairs any longer, but she also did not want to bother her daughter with her own childish fears. Without any further thought, Lorelai abandoned her book and went downstairs to visit Luke.

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Rory's heart stopped. The windowpanes were not clinking because of the rain. Fear paralyzed her for a moment, holding her to the settee she had been reading in. However, when the noise started up again she rose, book in hand, to investigate the noise.

Pushing her lace curtains aside, she squinted to see through the window. The brightness of her bedroom contrasted with the dark stormy night. Rory cast her shadow on the window in order to see clearly. Outside was the unmistakable figure of a young man throwing pebbles at her window.

Her heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, she dropped her book and ran downstairs.

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Lorelai rapped quickly on his bedroom door. She knew what was going to happen, and the nervous energy running through her veins was both thrilling and frightening.

He opened almost immediately, as if he had expected her.

"Lorelai," he said, the surprise in his voice quelling Lorelai's previous thoughts.

"I hate rainstorms," she said quietly. "I hate being alone in this house. I feel so isolated."

Luke opened the door wide, making space for her to walk in. He closed it securely behind him.

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"Logan," Rory breathed as she opened the front door. He stood in front of her, soaking wet. "I had to see you," he stated simply.

"You've been gone for so long…"

"I tried to come back here, but my father made it almost impossible. I was at Yale, and I couldn't get a carriage. Then today I was sitting in an exam and I couldn't take it anymore, I just had to come-"

Rory could not listen to him any longer. His explanations were lost on her. She pulled him into the house and kissed him.

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Luke examined the woman standing in front of him. He knew what she had come for, and despite the warning signals in his head, he knew he wanted it too. A bolt of lightening lit up the room, casting a soft light on her beautiful face. Putting aside all uncertainty, Luke crossed the small distance between them and led her towards his bed.

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They walked upstairs with his arm around her waist. Once in her room, Rory closed and locked her door, enclosing the couple in their own secluded world. Logan headed towards the large fireplace and pulled off his soaking wet jacket.

Rory joined him, kissed him softly, and began unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her fingers down the cool skin of his wet chest, sending shivers through him.

Logan caught her hand and broke their kiss.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Why Mr. Huntzberger, are you trying to be noble?" Rory mocked. "I never thought you would be the type to stop things…"

"So you've thought about me this way, have you?" he said with a smirk.

A slight blush tinted her cheeks, but she gave her head a little toss, sending her thick hair over her shoulder. "And what if I have?"

"Then by all means, we should continue."

Rory smiled against his lips and continued to unbutton his shirt.