Chapter 17

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AN: Finally a new chapter! I'm so sorry these take so long, I just have the worst writer block like all the time. This chapter is a little shorter than usual, I think it was only 11 pages. But the next one should be longer and then there will be a time jump to… (drum roll please) … Thanksgiving! Yay! But until then, enjoy!

Sunday sucks. Ok the morning doesn't suck but the rest of the day is pretty much a huge downer and a giant reminder that she wouldn't be with Logan again until Friday. Friday. That's five whole days without his kisses and that crazy warm and safe butterfly feeling she gets when he holds her. And five days without that feeling should be illegal or something. Whether the FDA is aware of it or not, Logan Huntzberger is like a drug, one she is very happy to be addicted to, and two days a week isn't enough.

She stretched a little, adjusting her head on his chest slightly. A soft kiss on the top of her head brought her back to bed with Logan. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked. He had felt her wake up a few minutes ago but she kept her eyes closed so he let her lay on him uninterrupted a while longer.

"Sundays suck. And so do Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Friday before 4:00. Saturday is great, Sunday morning is great, but the rest of Sunday sucks," she pouted, tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

"Good morning to you too," he laughed, tightening his hold around her waist.

"I just hate leaving," she sighed. "And I know we always have this conversation, but I still hate when you leave or when I leave. Five days is too long."

"I completely agree," he said.

"I mean I've always loved school, but I actually think I've hit a point in my life that it's just a huge nuisance," she said.

"A nuisance?" he asked, amused.

"A huge one," she nodded. "Anything that keeps me from spending more time in bed with you is one big, pain in the ass, nuisance."

"Including every day of the week?" he asked.

"Except Friday after 4:00, Saturday, and Sunday morning, yes, every other day of the week is a nuisance," she said.

"You do have a point," he said. "But would you hate Thursday a little less if I told you I would be able to come see you again?"

"I would love Thursday if you told me that," she said, biting her lip as she looked up at him. "Really? You're not just saying this, so I'll stop ragging on Thursday?"

"Really," he laughed. "Trust me, I like you a lot more than Thursday. It'll be the same deal as Wednesday, I'll drive down, pick you up, spend the night, and then I can bring you back with me."

"No class Friday?" she asked.

"I have one, but my father has requested my presence which pretty much trumps everything else, and I would much, much rather have some time with you before, and after, I have to deal with him. That should calm me down," he explained.

"Oh really? I'm sorry hun," she said, kissing his chest. "What does he want to talk about now?"

"Becoming a Huntzberger," he said, rolling his eyes. "Because apparently don't act enough like one."

"To be fair, you really don't act like one," she said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, for one you're not an inconsiderate jackass like your father," she said.

"I'm more like my grandfather as far as my manners go," he said, smirking as he now understood where she was going with that.

"OK, so maybe we could argue that your dad isn't acting like a Huntzberger," she suggested.

"Oh really?" he laughed.

"Really," she nodded. "I mean you, Honor, your grandpa, you're all Huntzbergers and you're all great people. But your dad, I mean he's awful so maybe he should start working harder to uphold the Huntzberger name."

"I really like you sometimes," he sighed, kissing her forehead.

"I really like you too," she laughed. "Will your grandfather be there?"

"He will, he still lives in the house with my parents," he said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, he used to live in London, but his health declined, and he needed someone to take care of him. He has a live-in nurse, but it's better for him to be close to us," he said.

"I'd like to meet him," she mused. "He's really important to you."

"I don't know about that," he said. "He'd absolutely love you and he'd probably try to steal you from me."

"Well, just be glad you have your looks going for you," she joked.

"Gee that makes me feel better," he laughed.

"You're sure he'd like me?" she asked.

"He will adore you," Logan assured her. "You're a lot like my grandma in the way you treat people, and how much you love books, and I know he misses her like crazy."

"When did she pass away?" she asked.

"About eight years ago. And grandpa was devastated, he wasn't the same for months, still isn't actually. They had been together since they were 20 and let's just say that never once in my whole life have I doubted that true love is real. My parent's marriage is a sham, but my grandparents, they were soulmates, and no one could ever tell me otherwise."

"That's so sweet," she said softly.

"When you meet him you should ask him about it, he could talk about her for days if you let him," he chuckled.

"I will," she said. "I'm sure he has a lot of great stories."

"Oh tons," Logan said. "God, I'll never get you out of there."

"Eh, just don't show me the library and you may have some chance," she said.

"Good point," he agreed. "I do want to show it to you though. There's a whole wall of first editions."

"Oh my god, seriously?" she asked.

"Seriously," he nodded, stroking her hair.

"It must have taken him forever to collect those," she said.

"He and grandma did it together, she loved to read, and she dragged him down with her," he said.

"How old is he?" she asked, curiously.

"89," Logan told her.

"Wow," she whispered. "61 years."

"Yeah," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "They spent a lifetime together and no matter how sappy this sounds, it's true, I think when she died, so did a part of him. He's happy, but there's not a day that goes by that he doesn't think about her and miss her, he's still trying to hold on."

"Well, isn't that what everyone looks for? That kind of intense true love, your soulmate," she pointed out, looking up at him and cupping his face.

"Yeah, and I guess some people are lucky enough to find it when their young, lucky enough to have a lifetime with their true love," he said, resting his forehead on hers and pulling her closer to him. Rory leaned in and kissed him gently, over and over again.

"Really lucky," she whispered against his lips. Nuzzling her nose with his own and holding her as close as he possibly could, he kissed her again, much deeper this time. The mood between them seemed to have shifted drastically from the light conversation from moments before. It was now serious and caring as they kissed and clung to each other.

True love, the concept made her head spin. I mean just love in general was confusing. 6 months ago if you had asked her 'Have you ever been in love?', her answer would be a quick yes. In fact she would have said she'd been in love twice. But now, she wasn't so sure. What she felt with Logan was something she hadn't felt with anyone, or even dreamt of feeling for that matter. And it wasn't just their sexual attraction, which was intense too, it was emotional, and intellectual, and just incredible. I went way beyond butterflies in her stomach, or hearts and flowers, it was this deep connection that never existed between her and anyone else.

So, is this love? Or is this incredible feeling actually as special as she thinks it is? Had she been in love before, but now she's found true love? Or is it just way too early in their relationship for her to be thinking about this? Probably the latter, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was right in thinking whatever this was transcended beyond what she had expected. But for now it was probably best to table that and simply enjoy the moment, the moment where the man in question was kissing her like his life depended on it and she just couldn't get enough of him.

Logan heard her sigh into the kiss as he took advantage of the access she gave him. He wasn't sure what that little conversation meant, but he sure as hell hoped she was thinking the same thing she was. That they might be part of that lucky few. The few who find their home, exactly what they should have spent a lifetime searching for, their soulmate, at the age of 18 and 19. Was it crazy to be thinking this not even a month into dating her, yes, absolutely yes. But he couldn't help it. Thinking about what his grandparents had and then looking at Rory, knowing what she makes him feel, it's hard not to compare that.

Sure, this was his first real relationship, but did that make it any less serious? Or any less special? Or make Rory any less likely to be the person he spends the rest of his life with? He didn't think so. But it would probably be prudent to set this aside for now and revisit it a couple months or years down the road. For now, he should be paying attention to his girlfriend and the fact that she had moved on top of him. Yeah, that's a better idea, focus on that.

He rested one hand in the small of her back and tangled the other in her hair. Keeping her hands on his face, she entwined her legs with his. When Logan finally broke the kiss, more for oxygen than actually wanting to stop kissing her, she rested her forehead on his. She kept her eyes closed, a ridiculous smile on her face, until he kissed her again, just briefly this time.

"It still sucks that you have to go see your dad," she whispered, bringing them back to their original conversation. She tucked her head in the cook of his neck and kissed him there.

"It's fine," he sighed, stroking her hair. "As long as I have something to look forward to when I get out of there, there should be minimal fighting."

"Mm, something like what?" she teased.

"Something like my girlfriend," he said.

"Yeah, and?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing big," he said.

"So… what then?"

"Well, I've always been a big fan of lace- Ow!" he laughed as his pillow hit him in the face. "You asked!" And just like that, they were back to teasing each other and laughing together.

"And you're mind automatically went there!" she said.

"I'm a guy, of course it did," he said, grabbing the pillow before she could hit him again.

"You might be a guy without a girlfriend if you don't choose your next words carefully," she joked, looking up at him again.

"We can't have that, then you'll hate every day of the week," he said, taking the opportunity to kiss her neck.

"How tragic," she sighed.

"I mean Friday and Saturday don't deserve such hatred," he said.

"Speaking of Saturday…" she started.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"I know this is touchy," she said. "And neither one of us wants to talk about this, but I think we need to."

"Talk about what?" he asked.

"Well we're going to a few different parties, right?" she asked.

"That's the plan," he confirmed.

"So… how likely is it that we run into a girl you've slept with?" she asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Well," he said. "Take all the people on campus, how many would you say that is?"

"I don't know, 12,000 maybe," she said, confused. "Why?"

"Then we have a 1 in 12,000 chance of running into someone I've slept with."

"One?" she asked.

"One," he said. "Well two, but the odds of you running into yourself aren't on our side."

"Just one?" she asked.

"I promise you it's just one," he said.

"Why?" she asked. "I mean, why just one? I thought you were-"

"I wasn't. I know that's what the guys and maybe even I lead you to believe, but I stopped all that after I met you. I couldn't do it. So, the only person at Yale, other than you that I've slept with, was some girl on our first night here. And even that is too much for me, because not 4 days later was I catching you in the middle of Elle's dorm."

"Huh," she mused.

"What? Is that a good 'huh' or a bad 'huh'?" he asked.

"A good huh," she laughed. "I don't know, I was just worried and apparently for no reason."

"No reason," he assured her.

"And no one from your old high schools?" she asked.

"Ok, maybe not just one…" he joked.

"I knew it!" she squealed as she leaned down to tickle him and kiss every inch she could reach. Her hands ghosted over every ticklish spot she had found just yesterday as he laughed under her. God, she loved that laugh. That deep, sexy, husky laugh. She just couldn't help but grin against him and he felt it too.

"Knock that off," he laughed, grabbing her hips. "Come back here." He pulled her back up to lay on him and wrapped his arms snug around her waist. She kissed him softly before he kissed her on the nose.

"This is what Monday is missing," she whispered, tilting his chin up with her finger to kiss him deeper.

"And Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday, and Friday before 4:00," he said, licking her bottom lip for entrance. "But, once that Thanksgiving thing rolls around, we'll have an entire week to ourselves."

"An entire week to do nothing but have sex and wear nothing but the bed sheet," she hummed. "Sounds pretty damn good to me."

"Excuse me missy, nothing but the sheet? I believe I was promised apple pie," he corrected her.

"How could I forget the pie?" she gasped.

"And the whipped cream," he added. "They're very important."

"Deal breakers if I remember correctly," she nodded, kissing his jawline.

"Deal breakers indeed," he said. "No pie, no Logan."

"The fate of our relationship lies with the pie," she said. "What a shame."

"It truly is," he agreed.

"It also depends on whether or not you get me coffee," she said.

"Does it?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.

"It does," she told him.

"I should probably get on that then, huh?" he asked, rolling them over to hover above her.

"Maybe," she said, biting her lip. "I mean I could go."

"You could?" he asked.

"Yeah, I mean I'd have to get dressed, but-" she laughed as he cut her off with a sloppy kiss before sliding out of the bed.

"Not a chance in hell," he said, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on. He reached for his shirt but didn't get a chance to put it on as he looked over to see Rory pouting. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," she nodded. "It'll just be waste of time."

"A waste of time? How so?" he asked, dropping it on his desk chair.

"Well, you'll put on now only for me to take it off later, hence wasting time now and wasting time later," she said.

"And why, Ms. Hayden, would you be taking my shirt off?" he asked.

"Probably the same reason I took it off last night," she said, sitting up slightly, resting her weight on her elbows behind her.

"To have your dirty way with me?" he asked, stalking towards her.

"Something to that effect," she said coyly.

"If that's the case, I better hurry up and get that coffee," he said huskily, leaning over her by supporting his weight with his hands on the bed. He swooped in for a quick, hot kiss before standing up and walking out of the room. "You know, if that's how I'm going to be repaid."

Sighing, she flopped down on the bed with a huge grin. That man was going to drive her crazy.

"So, remember you promised me Thursday. If I don't see you Thursday, I will forever hate that day," Rory told him.

"And we can't have you hating it more than you already do, so I better not back out huh?" he teased.

"Nope, no backing out for you," she said, poking his chest.

"I'm going miss you too Ace," he said, leveling with her.

"I know," she sighed, laying her head on his shoulder. He was just minutes away from leaving now and she hated it. They had spent as much time together as they could, having lunch and window shopping in Hartford, before he had to drop her off at home. So, here they stood on her porch trying to say goodbye and it wasn't going very well considering neither one of them actually wanted to say goodbye.

"Will your parents be here?" he asked, kissing the top of her head.

"Kind of, Thursday is their date night, so they'll be home late," she said. "Well, they call it their date night but it's actually just a night where they go out to pretend they're still happy, so my dad can feel ok about how he treats her."

"Is it really that bad?" he asked, stroking her hair.

"It's pretty bad," she mumbled against him.

"Well leave it to me, I'll make you forget all about it on Thursday," he promised.

"I'm sure you will," she said, kissing his collarbone.

"You want me to get cupcakes from that place you like?" he asked.

"Aw, really?" she asked.

"For you Ace, absolutely," he said.

"I'd love that, thank you," she said.

"Plus, I'm sure we'll have tons of fun with the icing," he said suggestively.

"Mhm, you and your ulterior motives," she teased.

"No ulterior motives, you get to eat your cupcake and I get to eat mine… off of you," he said.

"And what if I want to eat mine off you?" she asked, looking up at him and kissing his jawline.

"I would more than welcome that," he smirked, capturing her lips in his.

She moved her hand to his face, sliding it back into his hair. Logan tightened his grip on her and pulled her closer to himself. They continued until they both knew they had to stop, Logan had to go, and Rory had to go face her mother. Elle had filled them in about the phone call this morning when they saw her and suffice it to say Rory wasn't looking forward to what was coming. Hopefully she hadn't told her dad anything about it.

"I have to go," he sighed, breaking the kiss.

"I know you do," she said, kissing him gently one more time before pulling her head back.

"I'll see you Thursday and we can talk whenever you want ok?"

Ok," she said. "Text me when you get there."

"I will," he said, kissing her forehead. "Bye Ace."

"Bye." With that he walked down the porch and back to his car. She waved at him as he pulled out of the driveway, stopping only when she could no longer see him. Turning to the door, she picked up her duffle bag and walked in. It was time to face the music.

Closing the door behind her, she listened for the sound of voices or movement, anything to tell her where her mom was in the house right now. This was completely unnecessary because as soon as she set her bag down, her mother was in the foyer to confront her.

"You're sleeping with him?" she asked bluntly.

"No," Rory sighed.

"You're not?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Well, yes, but not really."

"Which is it Rory?"

"Yes, ok, for all intents and purposes I'm sleeping with him," Rory told her. There was no point in denying it and within three weeks they would actually be having sex.

"Rory," Lorelai sighed.

"What?" she asked, shrugging. It really wasn't that big of a deal

"I thought we talked about this enough, I thought you understood," she said.

"Understood what?"

"That this isn't something to be taken lightly."

"I know that," Rory defended. "I fully understand how this should be handled."

"It doesn't seem like it," Lorelai said, shaking her head.

"Why? Why doesn't it seem like it?" Rory asked angrily.

"Well, you just met Logan," she started.

"I've known him for over two months," Rory fired back.

"Is that enough time to really know someone?" she asked.

"Yes, it is mom. I trust him. And if you and dad had bothered to get to know him instead of criticizing him while he was here, you might understand why," Rory said.

"Rory he's in college," she said.

"So you've said," Rory sighed. "I do know what school my boyfriend goes to."

"And you honestly think you can trust him enough to lose your virginity to him?" she asked.

"Oh my god," Rory sighed. "Yes, I trust him completely, I wouldn't hesitate to trust him with my life." She walked away from her mother, appalled at where this line of questioning was going. Making it to the Living Room, she sat down on the couch and Lorelai joined her.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Lorelai asked.

"Yes," she said. "If I wasn't ready I wouldn't be doing it."

"He isn't pressuring you? Because Elle had mentions his, let's say colorful, past and I can imagine that would awfully persistent about it."

"Well they maybe you shouldn't jump to conclusions like that. Logan has been nothing but kind, considerate, and respectful to me since we got together. He wanted to wait even longer than me," Rory explained.

"It's ok to wait," Lorelai said.

"I am perfectly aware of that," Rory said. "Aren't you supposed be helping me through this instead of trying to talk me out of it?"

"I just don't think you've thought it threw and maybe you aren't old enough."

"Elle was 15, I'm 18. I'm technically an adult so I think at the very least I have the right to decide when I want to have sex with my boyfriend," she bit out.

"But Rory, you're not Elle," Lorelai said.

"God, if I had a nickel for every time I've heard that," Rory muttered.

"It's the truth. Elle was ready for things before you, she was always more mature," she said.

"Yeah mom, I know I'm not Elle, ok. I know," Rory sighed. Sometimes her life would be easier if she was Elle, or at least more similar to her. Then she would be prettier, smarter, funnier. Maybe then she would be better suited for Logan. Maybe she would be a person her parents could be proud of.

"I mean look at her now, she has an internship with Logan's dad. You could do something like that," she said.

"Mom, I applied for that, remember?" Rory asked. She literally only told two people about that and one of them was sitting in front of her, clueless that it ever even happened.

"Ok," she started. "So apply for an internship better suited for you, one you can get."

"Sure," Rory nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. "Yeah, I'll try that."

"Good," Lorelai said. "Look, why don't we just table this whole issue for now and talk about it in a few months, maybe you'll be ready then."

"Mom," she sighed. "I'm ready now."

"Rory, listen to me. I don't want you to look back and regret this like I do," Lorelai said.

"What do you mean?" Rory asked.

"I mean, I don't want you to make the mistakes I did. I got pregnant and it was the worst thing that could have happened. Now I'm stuck with your dad. You don't want to be stuck with Logan if you make that mistake," Lorelai explained.

"Really?" she sniffed. "The worst possible thing?"

"Other than getting pregnant twice, yes it was," Lorelai sighed. "I'm just looking out for you here. You could ruin your life." No way. This is not happening. She did not just say that.

"Ok, thanks. I'll think about it," Rory rushed out. "Um, I'm going to go… unpack I guess."

"Ok Ror, you do that," Lorelai said as her daughter got up and ran up the stairs without her duffle bag. Reaching the top, she made a B-line for her bedroom and closed the door behind herself. Leaning against it, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her mother's words were flying around in her head, reminding her of the things she had managed to forget for the last two weeks. She was a mistake. She ruined her parent's lives.

What would happen if she did make the same mistake? What if something happened and Logan was stuck with her. Did she really want to ruin someone else's life? Doesn't he deserve better than that? Her parents want her to be like Elle, shouldn't he? Shouldn't he be with someone like that?

Why does she let her mother get inside her head? Just because her own relationship sucks, doesn't mean she can sabotage her daughter's. She knows Logan and if he didn't want to be with her he wouldn't. From the moment she met him, she knew he wanted to find true love, he told her himself. And this morning, after everything he said about his grandparents, how could she possibly doubt him? If by chance, something did happen, they would figure it out. And who knows if her parents even used birth control? They were 16, she's 18 and she knows she needs to have her bases covered.

Screw her. I might have been her mistake, but she made it and I can't be blamed for that. It's not my fault she's stuck in a loveless marriage. It's not my fault I don't measure up to my sister. And if Logan were here he'd tell me the same thing. God, I wish he was here. I don't want to be clingy though, and we can talk on Thursday.

See, this is exactly what I meant when I said Sunday night sucks.