AN: As of right now I'm thinking this is a oneshot, although its always subject to change. Please read and review.

"God. Rory, we we're supposed to have left like an hour ago."

"Yes, I know, and I know because you have been incessantly reminding me of the fact for the last hour." She replied slipping her heals on and heading from their bedroom.

"Yeah, you think you'd get the point by now." He mumbled.

"Will," she cooed sashaying over toward him with a little extra movement in her hips and sliding her hands up his chest bringing them to rest at the top of his shoulders. She place light open mouth kissed up his neck, pausing to nibble on his ear lobe. When he let out a moan she whispered "I'm ready now."

"It was definitely worth the wait." He stated as he watched her swigging hips and long lean legs carry her away from him toward the door.

"I know." She replied cheekily. "Oh, and don't mumble, you know I hate it when you mumble." She said her voice laced with annoyance.

They took the elevator ride down from their penthouse apartment in near silence. Rory straighten Will's bow tie and smoothed her dress one last time before the doors glided open and she strode into the lobby and toward the limo awaiting them out side the door. She thanked the door man and then the chauffeur as he closed the sleek black door behind herself and Will.

She was on her way to yet another black tie benefit. Not how most twenty-five year olds spend their Friday nights she thought to herself with a sigh. When she was at Yale she attended her fair share of such events as mandated by Richard and Emily, but since she'd been with Will she'd lost track and all the causes she once found noble and they were nothing but a jumble before her now.

At Yale she dated, no one worth remembering. Nothing significant. She worked hard and graduated at the top of her class. She was all work and no play for the majority of her college experience until she met Will at one of her grandparents' galas. He was talk, dark, handsome, and charming and she'd had a few glasses of champagne. It started off as casual messing around. They'd fuck and neither would ever stay to see the morning. It worked for them; both with careers occupying their time and the ever instilled commitment phobic part of their brain making something more next to impossible. But over time the relationship developed, clandestinely of course, because what would Richard and Emily think of their perfect granddaughter dating a man more than five years her senior.

Rory surveyed the room and she elegantly removed a champagne flute from the platter held by one of the men in pristine white gloves. Will had been at her side but as the conversation quickly drifted into 'shop' talk she faded away from the group. Will was being groomed to take over the family practice. He was a Harvard grad which at first struck a cord Richard but the very 'shop' talk she now shirked away from was what brought their relationship into the open. Will's practice began doing business with the Gilmore Insurance Firm and before she knew it Richard and Emily were welcoming him with open arms. They'd gotten over the age difference and all the other blatant relationships flaws rather quickly; Will was a Montgomery, quite the respectable family with an abundance of old money, and Rory's first boyfriend for the society set after all.

Dinner had been served and she had reached her quota for polite conversation so she set out determined to find Will. She meandered through the party with ease, but still was at a loss as to where her boyfriend could be. She finally broke down and asked a few men she had seen him with earlier and they pointed her in the direction of a backroom. Probably a business called she thought. Will always had his phone affixed to his ear. She often joked it was as if it were and appendage. As she opened the door, however, she found something else affixed to her boyfriend's body.

Will's back was to the door as he thrust into a busty blonde he had pushed against the wall. At the sound of the door opening he turned slightly.

"We're busy here." He said loudly at first but trailed off as he saw Rory standing, mouth agape before him. He quickly detached himself from the other woman adjusting himself and fumbling to get his pants up.

"Rory, this doesn't mean anything. I love you." He pleaded as he approached her. He really did believe the words that flowed from his lips. Rory was the kind of woman you married. She was from a good family. She was intelligent and witty. She was a multitude of wonderful things. She wasn't, however, a girl you to be ravished in the back room of a party.

"We are beyond done." She said with venom in her voice as her hand left its mark on his face. She practically ran from the room and as she entered the main hall she retarded her pace so as not to alert anyone, but remained moving briskly as she knew the tears that welled in her eyes would soon find their release. She made her way down the elaborate stairs of the entrance and found her self wandering a few blocks down and around the corner. She didn't have a ride per say and she felt the overwhelming urge to get away from the building in which she stumbled upon the truth that was her utterly dysfunctional relationship.

She was by no means in love with Will and she knew he wasn't in love with her, but she at least expected him to keep it in his pants. At such a young age she found herself so cynical and jaded. She held true love tantamount to unicorns; lovely in theory but non-existent in reality.

She saw a bar just ahead and figured a drink would do her good. She walked toward the bar with purpose not realizing her surroundings. Tequila was the only thing on her mind.

From the corner he was distracted from the laugher and antics of his friends as a stunning brunette in formal attire made a bee line to the bar and started taking shots in rapid succession. He was very much so intrigued so he downed the last of his scotch necessitating a refill as he slipped away from his friends.

Rory had already put away three shots and was about to raise her arm for another when she heard a warm voice in her ear.

"You might want to slow down." He said with a slight chuckle.

"And you might have no idea what you're talking about." She spat with a glare.

He elevated his arms slightly in mock surrender. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that you're coming from the benefit for… ah…god what was it this time?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. How'd you know?"

"You mean other than your attire, the proximity to the event, and your heightened need for alcohol?"

"Ah, those are some pretty damn good indicators aren't they?" She looked at the empty shot glass in her hand and raised it ever so slightly. "These things hit you pretty quickly don't they?"

"A slim little woman like yourself? Yes. Yes they do."

She looked up for the first time and caught his eyes, his brilliant, soft, chocolate hued eyes. She noticed the smirk that tugged ever so gently at the corners of his full lips and as she appraised him from his mussed blonde hair down to the last inch of his toned body it dawned on her. If anyone was the equivalent of a big breasted blonde this was the man. The alcohol was pulsing through her veins and it gave her a light headed happy feeling as well as lowering her inhibitions.

She turned her body toward him and proffered her hand.

"Rory." She stated.

He gently took her delicate hand in his running his thumb ever so slightly across her knuckles. "Logan." He stated with out removing his eyes from hers.

"What do you say we get out of here, Logan?"

"I'd say that's a wonderful idea, Rory."

That was all she needed. She removed hundred from her clutch and tossed it on the bar as she strode toward the exit as she always had. She was accustomed to walking ahead of Will and when she felt the perfect amount of pressure applied to the small of her back by Logan's able hand she was caught of guard, but not for long. Her feelings of uncertainty were quickly washed away by the desire to have more of Logan against her. She never thought she would find herself on the way out of a bar with a man she just met, but she also never imagined she'd find her boyfriend of many years, who at the very least she had come to trust and respect, inside another woman.

She was being gently guided into a limo by Logan. He said a few words to the driver and closed the partition before returning his attention to Rory. One of his hands trailed up Rory's thigh leaving a trail of intense sensation in its wake as his mouth went to work on her neck. She moaned as she tilted her head back. She soon moved to straddle his lap and capture his mouth with her own. Rory was astounded by the skill that Logan's mouth possessed. She had never been kissed in such a fashion and prayed that it was only an indication of what would come.

The limo crawled to a stop and Logan subtly stopped the activity between them as he reached for her hand and led her out of the limo and through the lobby of an ornate building. They reached the elevator in no time at all. He quickly selected the correct button and they stood side by side as the gap between the doors closed. As soon as the doors were no longer asunder Logan attacked her mouth with his and pushed her against the wall. One of his arms snaked firmly across her waist the other up her back his fingers tangling themselves in her long, silky, chestnut locks. Their movements became more frantic as their tongues dueled for supremacy. The doors began to open and neither of them could concern themselves with the possibility someone would be on the other side.

Logan backed Rory up against the door of his apartment slightly disentangling himself from her only for as long as it took him to get the door open. He kicked it closed again with his foot as they moved ever forward toward his bedroom. She felt the bed at the back of her knees and she slipped the jacket from his shoulders as he unzipped the back of her gown. She was thankful she went with the push up bra as the top her dress pooled at her waist. He pushed the dress over her shapely hips as she rendered his top half bare and began working at his belt. His pants dropped and slide from his strong, toned legs to a heap round his ankles. She slipped her fingers beneath the band of his boxers and gathered him in her hand. She started out lightly as if to tease him but upped the ante as her movements became more intense and deliberate.

His head dropped back as he moaned an 'oh god' or two and then as if in one swift move he removed the last burdens of clothing from his body and cushioned Rory's descent onto his plush bed as he hovered over her. He returned to fervently kissing her again and removed her bra and panties. He attended to her breasts as she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist. He looked up at her and kissed her once more before firmly entering her. She moaned loudly as he continued to thrust in and out of her. It felt as with each thrust he plunged deeper and deeper with in her and it was all she could do to stop screams from erupting from her mouth.

Logan's head was spinning as it never had before while her tight, hot insides clenched around him. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she felt herself getting closer. She was almost there and she desperately needed release. She needed to feel that wave of ecstasy that made her tumultuous thoughts cease as nothing else could.

"Harder." She moaned. He looked at the petite girl in his arms and he wanted to pleasure more than he ever had with any other woman.

"I..I…need more of you Logan, please." She said with effort behind every word. She slid her hands to his ass and pulled him closer to her, deeper inside of her as he sped up his thrusts in return. She soon experienced the most fulfilling and intense orgasm she had ever had and he concluded the encounter spilling inside of her and dropping along her side.

As her breathing stabilized and she regained her bearings she realized she was in a completely foreign situation. With Will things had progressed quickly, but there was some preamble to the main event. She had never just gone home with a man, and although this wasn't a situation she found herself in often she knew that she wasn't supposed to stay. Was she supposed to wait till he fell asleep? What if he didn't fall asleep? She started to feel panic inside but she did not have the audacity to turn and face Logan. An unfamiliar ring tone cut through the silence in the room and Logan quickly recovered it. This was her chance to escape.

"Huntzberger." He answered slightly annoyed to which Rory responded by shooting up from her recline position. The feeling of panic was back and stronger than ever. There was no time for a bra and panties so she tried her best to shove them into her small clutch and shimmed into her dress. She was fumbling with her zipper, her back to the door, scanning the room for her heels. She took a step forward and as she faltered it was apparent just how much Logan had affected her. She shook her head. 'I can even walk properly'. She got down on her knees to quickly survey the area beneath the bed and just as she was beginning to think it might just be better to duck out barefoot she heard Logan's voice.

"They're over here." He said calmly and simply, dangling her shoes by their straps from just one finger.

She blushed taking them from his hands trying to ignore the fact that he was still entirely nude. "Thanks."

Logan realized Rory's attempt to flee and he felt a pang in his heart. He didn't want her to leave. Not just yet.

"Stay." He said as more of a command than a question.

"I can't." she mumbled.

"Why?"

"Because you're Logan Huntzberger." She said as if she were making some profound point.

"Yes, I am." He stated not understanding her reaction.

"It would inevitably make the future more awkward and uncomfortable if I stay."

"I'm sorry, I'm not following."

"The Huntzberger Publishing Corporation is insured by the Gilmore Insurance and represented by the Montgomery Firm and recently acquired the Stamford Eagle Gazette and…"

"Yes. I know all that, remember I'm Logan Huntzberger." He said cutting her off, slightly teasing her.

"Richard Gilmore is my grandfather. Will Montgomery is my ex-boyfriend as of about a couple hours ago, and I, well, I'm the editor and chief at the Gazette."

"Wow." He said letting out a breath. "That's…"

"Yeah."

"Stay anyways." He said after a moment of thought.

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"Stay." He state firmer.

"Logan, I just presented a myriad of reasons, that individually are enough for me to leave, but together…"

"I listened to your reasons," he said pulling on his boxers, "and while I'll be the first to admit they don't create the ideal situation…I'm willing to over look that."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Really." He said as he once again unzipped the back of her dress she never fully managed to zip. He scooped her into his arms. She was blushing furiously. He tucked her under the covers of his bed and moved along to the other side shedding his boxers in the process. He curled up behind her and they couldn't help but acknowledged how perfectly they're bodies melded.

Rory fell asleep quickly. It was late, she had had more than a few drinks, and followed it all up with some intense physical activity. Logan drifted to sleep not much longer after he noted the change in Rory's breathing and how she relaxed further against him which indicated her surrender to slumber.

Rory awoke mid-way through the night to her stomach grumbling. They never had the best food at society events and she was after all a Gilmore girl. She managed to remove herself from Logan's arms. She picked up his dress shirt from the end of the bed, slipped it on her shoulders, button a few buttons and headed out of the bedroom in search of food. She looked around the apartment bathed in moonlight that shone through the blinds slightly parted. She hadn't had the time to admire its beauty her first time through.

She poked around the kitchen. "I thought I convinced you to stay." He said amusement evident in his voice.

"Yeah, because I'm really going to sneak out wearing only your shirt…" he smiled.

"I like you in only my shirt."

"Really?" she asked feigning surprise. "You want to know what I don't like?"

"What's that?"

"You," his face fell. "sneaking up on me." She continued. Logan recovered only hoping she didn't notice him falter in the first place. "Seriously, if we're gonna spend anymore time together you need to get a bell or something."

"I will buy one first thing tomorrow." He grinned and placed his hands on her hips. She looked at him soundly as if making a decision. "Good." She said, lightly kissing his lips.

"So, remind me why we're up again."

"I'm hungry." She pouted.

"Ah, and what are you hungry for?"

"Hmm. Well, seeing as I have it on good authority that there is a frozen pizza in your freezer I wouldn't be completely opposed to that."

"Frozen pizza it is." He removed it from the freezer and put it in the oven. He set the timer and then turned to her. "So, Gilmore…That probably means Yale."

"Yup."

"So that begs the question, how on earth did I go four years with out meeting you? Especially considering the family connections."

"Well, I spent a lot of time at the YDN…."

"Which I avoided like the plague."

"and the library, oh, and the coffee cart, and…"

"So by sheer coincidence I just happen to miss the best thing Yale had to offer."

"There it is…"

"What?"

"The infamous Huntzberger charm." He simply laughed in response. He loved that she was not afraid to speak her mind and that she didn't shirk away from him.

They ate the pizza and made small talk just getting to know one another better. They returned to bed and slept into the afternoon. He gave her a pair of his sweat pants and a sweat shirt so she didn't have to wear her dress. He accompanied her to the door.

"I'd like to see you again, Rory."

"I think that could be arranged."