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Chapter 2: Sleeping with Rory Gilmore

It was closing to 2am. when Logan pulled his car into his parking space and finaly made his way to his apartment.

"Good evening, sir," Eddie the doorman greeted.

"It's almost morning, Eddie," Logan smiled.

"One miss Gilmore came here several hours ago to wait for you."

"She's still here?" Logan asked. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had left, since more than 3 hours had past since he had left her. It surprised him that she stayed. He was glad she did.

"Yes, sir, I didn't see her leave." The doorman explained.

"Thank you and Eddie?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Please stop calling me sir. It's just really really…" he made a gesture with his hands, "weird."

"But.." the man started.

"Eddie just call me Logan… I beg you." He said solemnly folding his hands.

"Fine, Logan…" Eddie laughed.

"I'm eternally grateful." He smiled and pressed the button of the elevator.

"Glad I could be of service, s.., Logan. Have a good night."

"Thank you, Eddie, you too." He retorted while stepping into the elevator.

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The lights in the apartment were on, he could smell the coffee and smiled. She definitely was here. He opened his mouth to call her, but closed it again with a smirk. He undid his coat, hanging it next to hers, took of his shoes and soundlessly made his way into the kitchen…No Rory. Living room... No Rory. He passed the bedroom on his way to the study, but stopped and turned around.

There on his bed, surrounded by pictures, books and things he had long forgotten he had, lay a sleeping Rory. Been snooping much? he thought seeing his open closet. His eyes darted to the sleeping girl once more..

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Logan lay in bed watching Rory sleep next to him. She had one arm around his waist and he was softly running his fingers up and down her white skin. She was beautiful the way she was laying there, her soft brown curls flared out over the pillow. He was wondering how it would be to wake up next to her in the morning. A smile crept up his face remembering what they had done earlier.

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His date had bored the brains out of his skull so he had cut their dinner short and had gone to see the person that was in his head all day now. He had prayed that she wouldn't be sleeping or that Paris would open the door instead of her, while he knocked on her door. The image of her opening the door clad in ridiculous bright orange pajamas decorated with a stylish penguin pattern was burnt into his mind for probably ever. She had demanded food and he had supplied her with pancakes, enjoying the way she ate, a blissful expression on her face and had listened to her hilarious comments on Monty Python's Holy Grail. The time just flew. He only realized how late it was when she offered him coffee. He pulled himself together and refused, getting up. He had kissed her goodnight. It was barely more than a peck. He was playing it safe. Rory was not someone he would just screw, yet he couldn't help himself. He had to kiss her. It was Rory who surprised him by kissing him back in a very non- innocent kind of way. She tasted of coffee and dark chocolate. He laced his fingers in her soft chestnut curls.. searching for a better angle. It was lack of oxygen that forced them apart.

"Don't go…" she whispered out of breath.

"Rory..." He tried to form a sentence, but words just didn't seem to come.

"Don't go…"she repeated pushing his jacket of his shoulders.

He looked into her eyes, those ravishing blue eyes, that now had a darker shade of blue in them. Rory didn't look away, she kept staring at him, lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed. She wanted him. It was written all over her. He chuckled at that thought. The shy always controlled Rory was looking at him as if she wanted to rip his clothes off of him and brutally have her way with him.

"Rory… are you sure?" he asked her trying to keep his voice firm.

Rory moved closer playing with the hem of his shirt. His hands involuntarily moved around waist pulling her closer, till every inch of her body was pressed against his.

"Ace, are you sure?" he asked again, his voice getting huskier with every word.

Rory was slowly pulling him towards her room. They stopped in front of her bed. Logan was torn. One part of him was saying that this was not fair towards Rory and the other wanted nothing more in the world. When her fingers started pulling up the appalling orange top of her pj's he grabbed her hands.

"Rory!" he called out in frustration. Her name more a growl than a word.

She smiled at him sweetly.

"Yes! I'm sure!" she kissed him, "I'm not made out of glass, Logan."

"No you're not…" He smiled before kissing her back and gently pushing her on the bed…

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He watched her sleeping form for another 5 minutes, then slowly lifted up her arm and slipped out of bed. It was a quarter past 4. Time to go. He got dressed and looked at her one more time, before he left her room. He was almost at the door, when he hesitated, sighed and walked back. Back in her room he kneeled in front of her.

"Rory…" he whispered, brushing a strand of hair out her face. She stirred a little but didn't wake up.

"Ace," he stroked her cheek.

"Mmmm.."

"Ace, I have to go."

"What…?" she asked sleepy not opening her eyes and coaxed a smile.

"I have to go." He repeated.

"Do I have to get up…?"

The girl certainly was someplace else.

"No, Ace, sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." He smirked.

"Ok.." and she was gone again. He kissed her bare shoulder and made a second, successful attempt to leave her dorm.

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Logan watched her sleep for a while standing in the doorway. She looked like a fairytale creature. Her skin so flawless and unmarked. Her eyelashes dense and long, playfully curling up. Her satin curls spread out on the pillow. Her lips, red and kissable. He liked it when she wore that color lipstick. It made her as sweet as a strawberry cupcake. He cursed Finn for the hundredth time that night. It was one of those rare moments that he disliked his Australian friend. He had tried to call her, but of course his phone chose that moment to die. Finn was undeniable drunk, even for his standards, just had to swing at a police officer and get a punch in return causing their ER visit. And when they FINALY got to his apartment he passed out, so that Logan had to literally drag him to his bed.

Now, what am I going to do with you?, he thought walking up to her. He collected all the pictures and knickknacks she had laying there, his eyes never leaving her. He couldn't bear it to wake her, but letting her sleep in her clothes just didn't seem comfortable.

"Ace?" she didn't do as much as twitch.

"Rory, come on… work with me."

"Muh…" In her sleep she pushed him away and rolled on her other side.

"I know… sleep good, Logan bad, but sleep better when you're wearing PJ's instead of -and may I also add a very sexy- mini skirt and woolen turtleneck. Somehow he managed to get her into a sitting position and pulled her sweater over her head. Like a little child she stretched her arms as he dressed her in one of his t-shirts. He went to look for some pants but she was curled up in a little ball sleeping again when he returned. He sighed, pulling the covers over her. He changed into a pair of pajama pants, turned off the lights in the apartment and crawled in to bed only to bump into Rory who was occupying his spot. She let out an displeased grunt.

"Don't you growl at me. You stole my spot I always sleep on the left." He joked.

In return Rory crawled against him, burying her face in his arm. He moved so she would be able to breath, but she repeated her action. I guess, this is how it feels like to sleep with Rory Gilmore in one bed every night, he thought. After setting the alarm he closed his eyes, drifting to a deep dreamless sleep.

AN: sorry it's so short :)… read and let me know what you think!