An: Hey, like always i'm deathly tired. Not much to say. I'm just happy that Kassandra posted a new chapter for her stories.

Logan got out of the shower and saw a perfect oppourtunity. Rory was just sitting on the bed painting her fingernails. He casually walked out in a towel. Rory glanced up and bit her lip. She didn't know what that did to him though. He smirked and tried to keep his strength. He looked over to his work out equipment and broke out into a full out grin. Rory knew what he was up to. He walked over to and picked up some weights. Rory decided if she wanted to win the contest then she needed to leave the room. That's exactly what Logan wanted though. She walked into the bathroom while sleekly grabbing the Victoria's Secret bag by the wardrobe. Two can play this game.

A couple seconds later Rory strutted out as confidently as she could muster up. Logan hadn't noticed her re-entrance yet. He was working up quite the sweat. He was still clad in only a towel and he was panting and groaning. There went Rory's confidence. Logan was sitting on the bed but the towel was barely on him. She watched in slow motion as a bead of sweat rolled down his chest and went below he towel. Rory whimpered and Logan looked up. He stopped everything and put the weights down. He groaned as he looked her up and down. Rory smiled. She was happy that being younger and more inexperienced she could do this to him.

"You think you're cute don't you?" Logan asked huskily as he took a step closer.

"Nope, I thought I was sexy. I could always use a second opinion though." Rory said nonchalantly. That would probably be the only steady line she could get out.

Logan took another step forward. "I'm determined to win."

Rory took a step. "I am too." she said shakily.

Logan took another step forward. Their faces were millimeters apart. " Do you want me as bad as I want you right now?" he whispered.

Rory whimpered again. "I hate you."

"I hate you more."

"Okay truce."

"What?" Logan was genuinely confused now.

"Truce. We both want it. We'll give in at the same time. Finn will have a hard time thinking of a fit punishment for the both of us." Rory reasoned.

"Damn you're hot when you think."

Rory blushed. "So?"

"Hm?" Logan asked distractedly.

"Have you been listening?"

"Yes, of course."

"Okay then, an answer would be nice."

"An answer to what?"

Rory stalked off to the opposite side of the room and threw her arms up in frustration. "You haven't been listening to a word I have even said. You've just been staring at my breasts! Glad to see you care about me."

Logan rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry, what did I do exactly?"

"You just think of me as a piece of meat! That's it. I'm just your little student toy--gr--play thing!"

"Ace, n-"

Rory put her hand up and interuppted him. " You know what? I don't deserve to be hurt! Not again. After all iv'e been through. Being raped!" Rory slipped up. She had yet to tell him that detail. He was relieved that she was about to tell him though upset at her misconceptions of his intentions.

"Rory." he murmured softly.

A single tear ran down her cheek. He sat down on the bed next to her and wiped away the tear with his thumb. He eyes were glassy and deep.

"I'm sorry." she whispered avoiding his eye contatct.

"For what?"

"A lot. Getting upset over nothing. Especially not telling you that he ra, rap, raped me." Rory said barely getting out the last words.

He pulled her close into his arms as she sobbed into his chest. He knew what he had to do. He rocked her gently back and forth while shushing her softly. He stroked her hair as her crying slowed down.

He pulled her away to look at him. He scooted them to the other end by the pillows and tucked them both in before asking the inevitable.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Rory was expecting and dreading the question at the same time. "I didn't know you well at the time so I didn't want to seem weak. Things progressed and it just seemed too late to tell you. I had been planning to tell you though."

He kissed her softly on the forehead. "You don't always have to be so strong."

In Rory's mind she could help but think ''Yes I do.". She didn't respond though. He was good at the whole soothing thing.

"As much as I know you probably wanna talk about this can we not? I'm tired and I will talk to you about it in some time. Just not tonight. Tonight I just want to be held. I like having the warm fuzzies. I only get them with you." Rory said.

Logan smirked. "Yea, we can just move on from here. All rainbows and butterflys for awhile." Rory smiled.

"So, did you hear that Dean was arrested again?"

"Really, what did he do this time?" Rory asked now intrigued.

"Well..."

That night they didn't have sex. They held eachother. They held onto those warm fuzzies until they had to pack Rory up to go back to her dorm that Sunday. Cheers to the warm fuzzies!

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The next day was Sunday. THE day. Rory had to move back to her dorm. After two weeks she wasn't just staying there. She practically lived there. The guys had showered her with everything possible thing she may have needed and Logan bought her basically a new wardrobe. Rory was putting things in boxes trying to figure out how to fit these things into her dorm. Rory was also wondering how she would tell Paris about her new boyfriend. Paris should understand though. She dated Fleming and he was really old. Logan was still fairly young...and hot. Rory got done taping up a box when Logan walked in with a shoebox.

Rory looked at him quizzically. "What's that?" she asked.

Logan smirked setting it down on the bed. "Well, take a look."

Rory peaked in. "Oh my gosh."

Logan laughed. "Yup."

Rory dumped out the box and 3 24 pack boxes of condoms fell out. They were empty. "We are such horn dogs." she said.

Logan smirked. "We have yet to have sex to end the celibacy contest though."

"Well, we're going on a double date with Colin and Steph on Wednsday, aren't we?"

Logan nodded. "Well, maybe you'll get lucky if you buy me dinner." she said and kissed his cheek.

"So, Paris knows you were staying here but she doesn't know we're together?"

"Correct."

"Are you gonna tell her?"

Rory nodded. "Of course. I want you to see my dorm and Paris used to sleep with Professor Fleming."

Logan winced. "Too much information, Ace."

Rory smiled. "Sorry. How can I get those images out of your mind?"

He smirked suggestively. "Well, I have a few ideas."

Rory looked at him suspiciously. "Me too, you can take these boxes down to the car."

Logan looked down defeated. He was about to pick up a box when he just remembered something. "Am I ever gonna see you in that blue number again?"

Rory leaned up to whisper in his ear. "You'll see me in a lot less if you play your cards right." she whispered.

"Fair enough." he said exiting the penthouse.

An: Soooo sorry for the wait. I wanted to make it longer but didn't know what else to write. I need a beta. If you're interested let me know and e-mail me. Thanks!

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Dorm sweet dorm, or not.