AN- How's that for a speedy update? Don't get too used to it though. I'd like to thank my new Beta, Rayc Petite.

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Logan knew he should stop her; she was drunk and there was that whole thing with the asshole in the bar, but her lips were so soft and she tasted like a vanilla latte, so instead, he just parted his lips and kissed her back. He moaned in gratitude as Rory's tongue slid into his mouth.

Logan moved his hand behind her head, pulling her in closer. She shifted her weight slightly, trying to find a better angle, before moving completely to straddle his lap, never taking her lips off his. As Rory's arms slipped around his neck, she pushed herself even closer against him and the last semblance of rational thought fled from his mind.

His hands moved to rest lightly on her waist, for only a moment, before they traveled southward to cup her ass. She thrust her hips slightly into his and Logan felt the bulge in his pants grow. The girl may have been a virgin, but she was definitely not inexperienced in the ways of making out. Logan's hands continued to explore, moving off her ass and around until they rested on the smooth skin of her legs. Her skirt bunched up around her hips, leaving her thighs exposed.

Rory's hands finally slipped from around his neck, making their way down over his chest and abs. She could feel the faint outline of his sculpted muscles even through his shirt, but it wasn't enough; she wanted to touch him. She'd been so close to taking that final step with Jess, but they'd broken up before they'd had a chance to solidify their relationship. Then there were her feelings for Logan, which were often times even more confusing than advanced calculus, but no matter what she felt, there was still an undeniable attraction. Even when she was certain that their relationship was nothing but platonic, she had always been acutely aware of how hot he was. So maybe it was a combination of alcohol and hormones, but at that moment, she couldn't get enough of him.

Her hands finally found the hem of his shirt. She slipped them underneath and gently caressed the warm, hot flesh she encountered. She continued to study every inch of his torso with her hands while he traced circles on the skin of her thighs with his fingers, slowly traveling higher and higher.

She felt herself tingling, almost aching for his touch at her center. She ground her hips into his, trying to lessen the throbbing feeling between her legs, but it didn't seem to help. Her hands slowly crept their way down his stomach and she brazenly grabbed for his belt buckle. In that moment, reality came rushing back to Logan.

"Aaaaand cut…" he mumbled, grabbing her wandering hand with one of his and using his other hand to push her away.

Rory slid off his lap with a sigh, immediately erecting her barriers. What had she just done? She couldn't deal with this; not with the way she had let herself get so out of control, and not with the way he had reacted. She had practically thrown herself at him, and he didn't want her. Was she was more angry at him, or herself? She shook her head in disgust and turned around, making a bee-line for her room.

Logan watched wordlessly for a moment as she ran from him. What had just happened? This wasn't what he wanted. "Rory stop," he called, standing up from the couch and dashing towards her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him.

"What?" she growled, freeing herself from his grasp.

"Let's just talk about this," he pleaded.

"What's there to talk about? You don't want me, I get it. Fine, can I go now?" she asked, angrily, motioning to her room before turning and stomping off again.

"Rory, wait," he tried again. She didn't listen.

She stepped into the sanctuary of the bedroom and moved to slam the door, but Logan caught up just in time. He slipped his hand over the threshold and caught the door before it could click shut. He pushed it back open and walked into the room.

Rory spun on him again. "What is it? My boobs aren't big enough?"

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"My legs aren't long enough?"

"Huh?" he asked again, caught totally off guard and oblivious on how to respond to the craziness she was spouting.

"Because it doesn't seem like your standards are very high and yet, apparently, I don't meet them. So I'm just wondering where I fall short."

"First of all—hey!" he said defensively. "Second of all, are you sure you were just drinking down in that bar, or were you smoking crack too?" She was acting like a crazy person.

"You know what? Forget it," she snapped, sitting down on the bed and grabbing the book that was on her nightstand. She opened it up to the book-marked page, effectively ignoring Logan.

He walked over to the bed, and grabbed the book out of her hand, remarking the page and setting it back beside the bed.

"You're not reading," he told her. "You're probably still seeing double from all that alcohol."

A small scoff escaped her lips as Rory flipped over in the bed, turning her back on Logan.

"What the hell is your problem, Rory? You're the one who kissed me. You're the one who climbed onto my lap for god's sake."

Rory turned back around at that, her eyes full of fury. "Yeah, well you didn't seem to mind when you were groping my ass," she spat at him.

"That's before you tried to pants me. If anyone has the right to be angry here, I think it's me."

"Fine then, go be angry and leave me the heck alone," she snubbed him again, turning to face the window.

"No."

There was silence.

"Rory," he finally said, more gently this time, "Rory, please just…will you just look at me?"

She didn't respond.

"I didn't stop because of you, you know," he took a deep breath. "I stopped for you."

She still didn't respond.

"You would have regretted it in the morning," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm a lot of things, Rory, but I won't be your regret, I can't."

He paused, yet again, hoping for some kind of response; he didn't get one.

"Rory, will you stop acting like a freakin' two year old?" he growled in frustration. "I did the right thing and you know it. This isn't how it's supposed to be, some drunken groping gone too far, your first time should be planned, romantic, and with someone you love."

He finally got a response. She turned around slowly, and sat up.

"Who said anything about this being my first time?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

Shit! "Rory," he sighed. He figured there was no point in denying it now. "I saw the Bicentennial."

"What?"

"The Bicentennial, on CSPAN, with Paris' little…outburst," he elaborated.

"Yeah," she spat, sarcastically, "I remember, I was there."

"So…I know, it's nothing to be ash-"

"Get out," she snapped, cutting him off.

"What?"

"I said, get out!" she growled, thrusting her index finger in the direction of the exit.

"Rory…"

"Get out!" She stood up from the bed. "Get out, get out, get out!" she angrily shoved him towards the door.

He didn't put up much of a fight due to shock, and she easily pushed him out of the room, slamming and locking it behind him. She leaned against the door, using it to support her weight as she slowly sank to the floor. She could still hear him on the other side of the door, pleading with her to open up, but all she did was hug her knees to her chest and cry.

After a few minutes of begging and pleading had passed, Logan finally decided he needed another plan; she obviously wasn't going to open the door for him. He could just leave her alone, but he could hear her crying through the door and he just couldn't stand it. He couldn't believe this was happening, not when he had done the right thing. Kissing her had been even better than he'd imagined and he'd imagined it a lot. Her soft, gentle, yet needy touch had driven him mad with desire. He could have had her, and he'd wanted to, perhaps more than she would ever know, but he had resisted. He had resisted for all the reasons he'd told her, she deserved better. She would have hated herself in the morning for going through with it, and she would have hated him. Unfortunately, it seemed like she pretty much hated him now, anyhow, so what was the difference?

He sighed and flipped open his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he reached the S section and he hit 'send.' The phone rang, and rang, and rang, until it clicked over to voicemail. 'Hi, this is Stephanie, if you're receiving this message, it means I can't talk right now, probably because my mouth is otherwise occu-"

Logan slammed his finger down on the 'end' button. Damn Steph for not answering her phone when he needed her. The irony of it was that she probably was off blowing Colin... Which meant she was probably right next door, he realized, suddenly.

He rushed to the doors adjoining the girls' suite with the boys', across the common room, straight to Colin's room. He started banging on the door furiously, making sure they knew he wasn't going anywhere.

Logan heard a faint giggle, and then a muffled "Go away," from Colin.

"Open up," Logan said, continuing to pound on the door. There was some shuffling, and after a minute, the door opened to reveal Colin. He was clad in a hotel bathrobe, looking more than a little disheveled.

"We're kind of busy here, buddy," Colin said, shooting a glance over his shoulder towards the bed.

Logan looked around his friend and spotted the person he was looking for, red faced, hair mussed, buried under the covers. "Steph…" he said.

Stephanie sat up quickly, the smile she had worn fading as she clung the top sheet to her chest and looked at Logan. Something was wrong, she was sure, and she could immediately think of one thing that would get him so worked up. "Is she okay?"

"She's locked herself in her room. She won't come out, she won't talk to me—"

"Give me a minute, I'll be right there."

"Steph," Colin whined.

"Oh give it a break, you've already gotten laid once tonight, you can forego round two for a friend in need," Steph rolled her eyes at her bedmate. Colin sighed, and looked back at Logan.

"She'll be right with you," he shrugged in defeat. The door closed and after a few minutes, it reopened with a fully dressed Colin and Stephanie emerging from within.

"What happened?" Stephanie asked immediately. "Was it that guy? I knew I shouldn't have left her alone with that guy."

"No, I mean, yeah, he overstepped his bounds a bit, but I caught it before it could get too out of hand."

"Thank god," Steph sighed, "what happened, then?"

"Well after I took care of the jerk-wad, I brought her back to the room and we watched the end of 'Office Space.'"

"Okay, not seeing the crisis," Colin sighed, still slightly annoyed by the interruption.

"Well after the movie, we started talking and then she kind of…"

"What?"

"Kissed me."

"Yes!" Colin smirked. "It's about time one of you got some fucking balls."

"Shut up," Steph hissed, slapping him on the shoulder, "that's clearly not the end of the story. Go on, Logan," she turned her attention back to the blond.

"I don't know, maybe you should just talk to her about this, Steph. I mean, it's probably not my place to say."

"Logan," Steph prodded, "I need to know what I'm walking into here." Logan sighed.

"Well, suffice it to say, things got a little carried away and—"

"Carried away?" Steph groaned. "Tell me you didn't. Please, please, please tell me you didn't, because there are factors here, factors you don't know about and-"

"If you're talking about the virgin thing, we know," Colin piped in. Steph turned around, looking at him questioningly.

"What, you've never watched CSPAN for fun on a Friday night?"

"So you knew?" she turned back to Logan with a sigh.

"Yes," he admitted, "and I didn't sleep with her, but thank you for having so much faith in me," he spit back. "I really appreciate it."

"Fine, I'm sorry," Steph apologized. "So, you were the one that stopped it?"

"Yes."

"And did you happen to bring up the whole CSPAN debacle?" Logan avoided Steph's gaze, looking sheepish.

"Maybe," he admitted.

"Okay," Steph sighed, "I think I get the picture, I'll take care of this. Just…wait here," she instructed, waving them towards the couch as she disappeared into the next room.

Logan plopped down on the couch with a sigh, burying his face in his hands. Colin sat down next to him.

"Ow? What was that for?" Logan asked, rubbing his head where Colin had just smacked him.

"Dude, you had her right where you wanted her and you picked tonight, of all nights, to start acting like a gentleman? If you had just sat back and enjoyed the ride like the horny pig you are, we could both be getting laid right now." Logan glared at his friend.

"I know you didn't mean that, so I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear it."

"Fine," Colin sighed, "you're right, that was probably just the blue balls talking, I'm sorry." The boys fell into silence. "So…" Colin drawled out, looking for something to say. He was a guy, after all, and he wasn't very good with the whole heart-to-heart stuff.

"So," Logan repeated.

"Exactly how far did you get, because Gilmore looks like she could really-" This time, it was Colin who got the smack on the head. Just then, the door swung open and Finn came stumbling into the room, attached at the lips to a curvaceous redhead.

"Ahem," Colin cleared his throat, and Finn finally broke contact with the girl.

"What? Oh, Love," he said to his make out partner, "this is Colin and Logan. If you just ignore them, they'll go away," he went to send a pointed glare at the two, but stopped short at the sight of his blond friend. Even through his typical drunken stupor, Finn could see he was upset. "Oh great, Rory?" he asked.

"Rory," Colin confirmed.

"And I take it Steph is with her now?" he asked, noticing that Colin looked a little disgruntled as well. "Broke up some naughty time, did we?" Colin glared at the Australian.

"Sorry, love, I hate to do this to you, but we're going to have to cut this a little short," Finn told the red head. "Looks like I'm in for a long night of completely heterosexual male bonding with these less fortunate love fools." She pouted seductively at him. "Now, Love, don't give me those eyes, I'm here for a few more days, there's plenty of time to get your fill of the Finnster." He handed her a card with a number on it. "Now don't forget to call me," he told her as he pushed her out the door, staring longingly at her ass as she walked away from him. Logan was going to owe him big time for this.

"Rory," Steph called through the door, knocking softly. "Rory, hun, it's me, open up, please." There was the sound of the some sniffling, followed by some shuffling, and the door swung open to reveal Rory. She was still in her skirt and tank top from earlier, her hair was down, and strands of it stuck to her tear streaked face with black mascara tracking down her cheeks. "Oh, Rory," Steph stepped into the room and wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling her into a comforting hug.

"I'm such an idiot," Rory sniffled.

"No, hun," Steph assured her.

"I actually thought he liked me. I can't believe I let myself fall for that infamous Huntzberger charm, I'm such an idiot." Stephanie broke the hug, and went to close the door. She took another good look at her friend.

"Come with me," Steph instructed, leading Rory towards the bathroom. "Sit," she pointed to the closed lid of the toilet seat. Rory did what Steph told her to do. "Now tell me what happened," Steph instructed, as she ran a washcloth under the tap, putting some face wash on it.

"I threw myself at him, like some stupid slut, and he rejected me. Then, as if the one-on-one humiliation wasn't enough, turns out he witnessed by national humiliation as well. God, I'm such an idiot."

"So you keep saying," Steph replied, as she handed Rory the washcloth to wipe her runny makeup off her face, "but you're not."

"Logan probably thinks I am," Rory groaned.

"Logan's worried sick about you."

"I can't ever face him again."

"Rory, listen," Steph said, kneeling down in front of Rory and placing her hands on her knees. "Logan cares about you. He did what he thought was the right thing. He didn't want you to make a huge mistake. He won't look at you any differently because of this, if he did, he'd be a huge hypocrite, because he's done more than his share of things he's regretted. We all have, okay?" Rory nodded her head. "So, are you going to go talk to him?" Rory shook her head this time.

"No, I can't, I think I need to hide my head in shame a little while longer."

"Okay," Stephanie laughed, "you go change into some pajamas, and I'll order us every dessert on the room service menu. We'll wallow in your shame together; just don't shut him out too long, alright?"

"Alright," Rory agreed with a sniffle.

"Good," Steph said, walking towards the common room to get the room service menu.

"Stephanie?" Rory called.

"Yeah."

"Thanks." Steph smiled back at her.

"No problem, hun, that's what friends are for."

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