Hey peoples, wow! I didn't expect a big reaction to this story, so thanks soooo much! Anywho, yes, Rory is a stripper. She has some emotional problems and such, and, well… you'll see.

Special thanks to my beta, toughcooki19, who makes sure that I don't sound like a psycho!

Disclaimer: If I really owned the show, wouldn't I be on the set right now demanding spoilers for season 7?

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Rory awoke to the sun filtering in through the blinds of her apartment. As she shifted on her bed, she noticed a weight upon her tiny frame. She turned her head slowly, and she had to blink a few times to make sure what she saw was real.

He had stayed over; he hadn't left during the middle of the night like he had so many times before. Why? It wasn't as if he owed her anything; they were just hook-up partners, nothing more and nothing less. Rory stared at him and had no idea what to do. Why was he there...and why did it bother her so?

As she sat there musing over what the hell he was still doing there, Logan's grip tightened on her waist. She yelped at the pressure; she then looked down and noticed the new bruises littering her body.

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Logan was having a hard time letting go of the girl next to him. He felt her slowly turn around, and he decided that a few more minutes in bed wouldn't hurt. However, he did not expect Rory to emit a sound of displeasure when he tightened his grip on her. He opened his eyes and saw her glancing down beneath the sheets. He looked down and noticed what she had, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning. He felt bad about hurting her, but at least now she couldn't ignore his presence in her life any longer. When Logan glanced up at Rory, he sighed. She looked extremely pissed.

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Rory glared at Logan as he glanced back up at her. She tried to keep calm, and it took all of her will power to look into Logan's eyes before speaking.

"Leave." She demanded coldly.

Logan's eyes widened in surprise, and he almost considered it. However, just as he began to rise, memories of the night before came flooding back to him.

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Rory exited through the back door of the club, and per usual, Logan followed her to her apartment. The walk was deadly silent, and as soon as they entered the cramped living room, Rory began to undress Logan.

They clumsily made their way towards the bedroom, tearing each others clothes off and hungrily kissing each other.

As they collapsed onto the bed, Logan spoke.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He questioned, panting heavily as he worked on the zipper of Rory's dress.

"What am I doing to you?" She inquired seductively in between kisses.

"I can't eat...I can't sleep...I haven't been with anyone else in at least two weeks." He stated as he looked deeply into her eyes, gauging her reaction.

She laughed bitterly as she pushed him onto the floor.

"Oh...poor little rich boy. You mean you haven't been able to fuck anyone else?" She asked cruelly.

Logan frowned at her as he stood up quickly.

'Why is she doing this?' He thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Rory began gathering Logan's things from around the apartment. She came back into her bedroom five minutes later and handed him his clothing.

"Here." She said indifferently.

Logan looked puzzled for a moment before realizing that she wanted him to leave. After regaining his composure, he pursued her with a look of determination on his face, and when he reached her, he placed his hands on either side of her face. He drew in a sharp breath as he noticed the venomous look in her eyes, but that look wouldn't stop him. He pressed his lips against hers in a harsh manner and when the need for oxygen became imminent, they pulled apart. With his breathing ragged, Logan spoke forcefully.

"I am not leaving."

With that, they fell upon the bed once more and finished what they had started.

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As he came out of his reverie, Logan realized that Rory was still glaring at him. He pulled his pants back on and noticed Rory's look of smugness as he did so; she thought he was leaving.

"You can't eat or sleep, huh? Just get out and don't you dare come back." She laughed bitterly before scowling at Logan.

Logan moaned irritated before deciding to take control of the situation for the first time in their sordid relationship. How could she think that he would just leave and forget everything they had done, everything they had been through?

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up forcefully. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Logan cut her off with a bruising kiss.

He pulled away rapidly and spoke in a low growl.

"I am sick and tired of your shit. I am not leaving until we talk about how we are dealing with this, " he said motioning between Rory and himself, "so get your ass dressed and meet me in the living room." With that he left the bedroom and headed towards the fridge. He really needed a drink.

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Rory was left in her room alone while a man she had met only two weeks prior was sorting through her fridge. The hilarious part was that she didn't want him to leave. Life was random, that was for sure.

As she searched through her disorganized closet looking for an outfit to meet Madeline in, she heard the TV go on in the other room. What the hell was he thinking? He had no right to be there; he had no right to talk to her the way he had. She sat down in front of her mirror while applying cover-up to her bruises. It's not like she hadn't done it before, but this time...this time it wasn't from a meeting with her dealer or a trip to her former employer's office. This time, the bruises were from a man who had stayed the night, and as the events of the last few days replayed themselves in her head, she laughed bitterly. He was just another guy, and in a few moments, he would leave broken...just like the rest of them.

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What do you think? Don't worry, as soon as I figure out some things, I'll update! Anywho, read and review in the meantime please!