Logan felt like he was in a dream right now. There was no way that he'd just had dinner with Rory Gilmore of all people, and now they were about to have drinks. His heart starting racing as he pulled out a seat for her at the bar. He briefly felt the warmth of the bare skin of her back as she took off her cardigan and gently set on the bar next to her. He longed for more. Her big blue eyes followed him as he sat down. The bartender walked over and smiled at them.

"What can I get for you?"

Rory chewed on her lip for a second. "Erm, do you have stemmari baci vivaci?" she asked. The bartender smiled and nodded before turning to Logan.

"Scotch?" He asked politely. They received their drinks within minutes and Rory smiled as soon as she took a sip of her wine.

"I love this wine." She laughed.

"Can I ask you a question, Rory?" Logan asked after taking a long drink of his scotch.

Rory paused in the middle of putting her hair up. "I guess so." She said slowly before pulling her hair into a very messy bun. Logan was reminded of college, when she would pile her hair up on top of her head as she prepared for an all nighter. He looked at her hands and remembered her fingers quickly braiding her hair every night as she sat on the bed, a textbook perched in her lap as she rambled on about her day. He looked down and noticed that she had kicked her shoes off and thought about her walking around their apartment barefoot, book in hand, as she tripped over the couch. Her shoes on the ground and her cardigan on the table made him think of clothes thrown across the apartment because they couldn't get them off of each other fast enough. More than once, they'd ripped an article of each other's clothing.

And if he was being completely honest with himself, Logan would love to rip that red dress off of her right now.

"Logan?" Rory pulled him out of his thoughts. "You had a question?" she patted his hand softly. "Where'd you go?"

"Just thinking." he brought he hand up to his lips and gently kissed it. "You don't have to answer, really. But I'm just curious."

"Okay."

"Why'd you say no?"

"Oh, I was afraid you were going to ask that." Rory sighed and fished the rest of her wine in one go before talking. "I just… I felt like we were too young. I did see myself marrying you at some point, just not then. It felt… rushed. I wasn't ready. I didn't think you were ready either. I think if we got married back then, it wouldn't've worked out. We had this beautiful thing going for us, Logan, and we should've let it grow a little longer before trying to push it further. You know?" She smiled sadly at him. "We could've made the long distance thing work out, you know. We made it work when you were in London and I was still at Yale. There was an ocean between us." She moved closer to him. "But I can say with absolute certainty that I have never once, not even for a minute, stopped loving you. I was so mad at you for a while. How could you walk out on everything that we had, you know? I really thought we were forever. I thought you were it for me. And then I realized I'll feel a lot better if I just forgive you and I did. But I also thought I'd never see you again. I tried burying my feelings for you. I haven't had many relationships over the last eight years, but the few I have had, haven't lasted. Because they're not you." Rory looked at Logan with her blue eyes, wide and a little wet. Her eyeliner was smudged and her cheeks were flushed. In the soft light of the bar, Logan realized that he'd never seen a more beautiful sight. He raised his hand and gently rested it on her cheek. She leaned into it and closed her eyes, smiling slightly. Then she sat back up and looked at him intently. "I dunno, maybe I'm saying this because I'm a little drunk and I'm going to regret it all in the morning, or maybe it'll all work out for me." She laughed. Logan couldn't take it anymore.

"Rory?" he said suddenly.

"Yes?"

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

Rory blinked. "You don't have to ask." She laughed, running her hands through his hair. "I've been waiting for you to kiss me all night."

She tasted like sweet wine and happiness. Her warmth filled every bit of ice in his body that had formed over the last eight years. All of his broken pieces fell back into place and he didn't feel like he was lost anymore. He had finally found his home, and it was with her. Feeling her smile against his lips was the greatest feeling in the world. Logan wanted to live in this moment. Too soon, Rory pulled away.

"Hey! I was enjoying that!" he protested. She laughed and sat back down.

"You can have another one once you answer my question." She smiled.

"You don't play fair, Ace."

"Never said I did." Rory stuck her tongue out at him. Logan pulled her chair closer and started tracing patterns on her arm with his fingers. He just wanted to touch her to know that she was real. She shivered. "I told you how I've been doing the last couple years." She started. "How've you been doing?" she asked softly before waving the bartender down. "Could we please get another round?"

"It's been rough. I've always believed that you get one Great Love in your life, and you're mine. I've been so mad at myself for walking away from you. Especially because I never thought that it'd happen to me in the first place. Honor almost killed me when she found out what I did. Like you, there've been a few other girls. But I can't make anything last. No one could ever even hope to compare to the Rory Gilmore. You're the only woman that made me believe in commitment and it worked. You changed me for the better. I feel like in a way, you helped shape the person I am today." He took a sip of the scotch that the bartender had just put in front of him. "But I had no right to push that fucking proposal on you. You're right, we were young and I don't think I was ready. I think I thought I was ready, but I guess I was just blinded by love." Logan sighed and looked at Rory as she was taking a drink of wine. A couple strands of hair had fallen from her bun, framing her face. She carefully set the glass down and turned to face him. "But I can also say, Rory, that I have never, ot even for a second, stopped loving you. I don't remember what it's like to not love you."

Rory's pale skin was pink and she sounded a little breathless when she spoke. "Hey, Logan?"

"Hey, Ace?"

"Do you wanna show me your room?" she looked at me from the corner of her eye as she gulped down the rest of her wine. I laughed.

"I would love nothing more than to show you my room." Logan rushed to pay the bill and grabbed Rory's hand to pull her towards to elevators. She pushed the up button repeatedly. "What's the rush for, Ace?" he teased her, poking at her sides a little. Rory laughed.

"Nothing, I've just heard that this hotel has really cool rooms and I wanna see what yours looks like." She said as they walked onto the elevator.

"Riiiiiight." Logan laughed and pulled her closer as he pushed the button for the top floor. "It couldn't have anything to do with—" he kissed her neck lightly, trailing kisses up to her jaw. "wanting to see my bed?"

"Or your shower, or comfy chairs, or any walls that look particularly interesting." She smiled, grabbing a handful of his hair. Logan smiled and lightly bit her, earning a quiet moan before the elevator doors opened. He missed this, her reactions, the way their bodies worked together, the way he body reacted to his. He knew just what to do to make her scream, moan, shake, scratch, bite. As soon as Logan found his room, he unlocked it as quickly as he could, Rory threw her shoes, cardigan, and purse and the table by the door and then pushed Logan up against the closed door. He moaned and she pulled his shirt over his head. He didn't want to stop kissing her, even for a second. He needed her like he needed oxygen. He fumbled for a second for the zipper on the back of her dress, but it was too late, he had accidently torn the sides of it when he picked her up to put her on the counter. He pulled the dress of her head and stopped kissing her for a second to marvel at her beauty.

"What?" Rory asked, blushing.

"You're just so beautiful. I'm sorry." Logan smiled and picked her up again to carry her to the bed. He kissed her deeply for a couple minutes before trailing kisses down her chest, stomach, across her hips, and resting between her legs. Her eyes widened and her hands tangled themselves in his hair.

The sun was starting to rise and Logan watched Rory walk around in a fluffy pink bathrobe while he sat in bed drinking a cup of coffee. As he watched her, he realized there was no where he'd rather be than here with Rory. Not that he'd always none that, but physically being here with her and seeing her and holding her and kissing her, made him realize that the idea of being with anyone else… with her, was unbearable.

But that was a talk he and Rory would have to have soon. He knew why he was putting off asking if she was seeing anyone. It would hurt too much. Logan smiled as he watched Rory sit on the edge of the bed and brush her hair out, getting ready to braid it. She changed the channel on the tv to cartoons and crossed her legs as her fingers quickly and expertly went to work. She was way too quick to jump into bed with me if she was seeing someone. Logan thought, putting his coffee on the bedside table and crawling down to sit next to her. Then again, I'm technically engaged and look at me. He pushed her out of his mind and grabbed the front of her robe to pull her down to him and kissed her deeply.

"I missed you." he whispered.

"I missed you, too." She kissed his forehead. "I missed having someone touch me the way you do. You know? Like, loving and kind of just idly doing it. I don't know how to explain it, but I missed it."