Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.

AN: I know that Logan shooting the moose was not the fluffiest thing ever and maybe even disturbing. Believe it or not I am a huge animal lover myself and because I am an animal lover I couldn't let the moose suffer. So, I'm sorry if some you found it heartless it was meant as the complete opposite. I've there was a thing called a 'moose-hospital' I really would have sent him there (no fun intended). I have been involved in an animal collision myself (in this case a deer) and I felt so sad for the poor thing that was just laying there and there was nothing I could do.

So as I said: I'm sorry.

I'm leaving tomorrow and I doubt there will be an update in the following 3 weeks. So here a little treat :) Haha I hope it makes up for those who thought there was too little rogan interaction in the previous chapters. ;) As far the reviews are concerned: thank you! they are what keeps me going:)

Chapter 17 Leave a message after the beep

8.20. still no call, no txt, no smoke signal. She was so focused on the phone ringing that she almost got a heart attack when it did almost an hour later.

"Logan?" she asked sitting so close to the edge of the couch that it wouldn't take much to fall off.

"Hey, I'm sorry about dinner."

"Where are you? Everything ok?"

"Physically I'm fine… Mentally though... The world has gone insane!"

"What are you talking about?"

"It all began with me going to Hartford, a place I didn't want to go in the first place. I got yelled at by my father. Apparently I should start packing because I'm moving to California next year oh and did I mention that I am finishing school tomorrow?"

Rory furrowed her eyebrows, wondering where this rant was going.

"Then I think it was it for the weekend, but no… this afternoon he barges into my bedroom yelling that I cant screw you! That I should stick to my 'tramps' but keep away from the society girls. This was of course BEFORE I told him that the 'tramp' I brought to moms charity was you…indeed a Gilmore. I was on my way home, because as I said I couldn't take more of that shit and the he calls me yet again! Now requesting my presence at the launch of a new magazine in the Apple this Saturday…and I should bring you. When I told him that he was a bastard he didn't even twitch! He didn't even deny that the only reason why I should bring you was so that he could benefit from it!"

She opened her mouth to respond but he was obviously not done just yet.

"And if that wasn't enough it has to be the dead of bloody winter with icy slopes, moose and trees! I hate nature!" He took a deep breath, " I smashed my car, Rory."

"You what?! Are you still in one piece?" She shouted as panic overcame her, "Well you are not dead…I can hear that much but where are you and what happened?!"

"I'm fine. My car and the moose on other hand…" He sighed, "I'm gonna cry, Ace."

"Where are you? I'm going to pick you up!"

"You don't have to…don't wait up either. It might be a while before I get home. Damn I'm hungry."

"But--," she started

"It's really okay, Ace. I have to go. The tow truck is here."

She looked at the phone when the dial tone filled her ear and sighed getting up to change in her sweats, the worry still not subsiding. She was going to wait up for him and there was no discussion about it.

Logan sighed out of relief once he had closed the door of his apartment and got surrounded by the warmth of it. 4 hours ago he was supposed to sit in a nice restaurant with Rory instead of writing a statement on police station…one that he had seen from "the inside" at that. Stupid Mitchum, stupid winter, stupid Hartford, stupid moose! He looked around the living room. On the couch rolled into a little ball, lay Rory while the credits of the Godfather were playing on the background. He would probably never understand her obsession with watching Sophia die. He turned off the TV and crouched next to the couch. She had waited up. He smirked. Or at least made an attempt to do so.

"Rory…" he moved her shoulder lightly, "Rory."

"Mhm.." was her answer, as she hid her face in the cushions.

"Come on, Ace…time for bed."

"Belgium." She murmured and Logan couldn't hide his smile. He wondered what she was dreaming.

"Rory…wake up a little."

"Uhu…ok." She answered though no intention of getting up was evident. With a sigh he got up and cradled her in his arms, before lifting her. She grunted and buried her head in the crook of his neck, like a kitten that was seeking warmth as he carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. She sighed happily as her body sunk into the soft bedding.

"Hey, do you want to change into your pj's?" he asked.

"Tomorrow." She murmured. He shook his head pulling the comforter over her and dimmed the lights.

"Back to Belgium it is." He whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Stiffening a yawn he pulled open his underwear drawer and raised his eyebrows when the piece of garment he pulled out was not the boxer short he was aiming for. He turned on the lamp on the dresser and examined his catch. Unless he had forgotten a recent sex change operation, he didn't know what the pink hello kitty thong was doing in his underwear drawer. He pulled out the whole drawer and rummaged through the contents. And with every following one the realization grew that she might have taken him on his offer. Like a kid in a toy store he scrutinized every piece. Some of them he knew, others were new to his eyes. Rory wasn't very extravagant. She was a cotton kind of girl. That was the reason that his eyes grew when he came across a pair of black lace boy shorts. He loved her in her often silly underwear, and he loved her even more naked…but how could she deny him the sight of her in that?! He cleared his throat putting everything back and turned around, taking in her sleeping form. She suddenly sat up, trying to find a way through the curtain of hair in her face.

"You're back." She uttered sleepy.

"Yes I'm back."

"Are you hungry?" she asked stumbling out of bed, "I can make you something."

"I'm good, Ace. One thing is good about a police station: The coffee and the doughnuts."

She walked up to him and ran her hands over his chest, his shoulders, and his arms. He let her pull the sweater he was wearing over his head and closed his eyes at the feel of her warm breath on his skin. Suddenly she poked a finger in his flesh.

"What is that?!"

"Huh?" he opened his eyes and looked at the spot on his side she was pointing at. It was a slight bruise he had Colin and his bony arms to thank for.

"It's a bruise I guess."

"And you said you were okay!" she almost shouted.

"I am…this is a week old."

"What if you have internal bleeding?" she asked scurrying to the phone and dialling a number. He trailed behind her blinking a couple of times.

"Internal what? Rory, who are you calling?"

"Paris," she deadpanned.

"Paris?! Have you gone insane? She will give me internal bleeding if you call her at this hour!" he peeled the phone out of her fingers and compelled her to look at him.

"I'm fine, Ace."

She sighed biting her lip and looked him in the eye. He saw the fear and ached that he had worried her.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

"Well you did."

"I'm sorry." He pressed her against his chest, his arms gripping tightly and softly rocked her from side to side till she seemed to relax into his warmth.

"What happened to the moose?" she asked her head pressed against his shoulder.

Logan flinched.

"It…died."

"It died?" she looked up meeting his eyes.

"Yes…"

"It didn't suffer, did it?"

"No…It was dead right away." He was not going to upset her even more by saying that he had shot the animal.

"Poor moose," she sighed.

"Yeah."

"And you… what happened? You were ranting on the phone."

"I had some Mitchum issues. First the school-stuff then the you-stuff."

"The me-stuff?" she looked at him, "The me being a Gilmore?"

"Yes," he sighed, "And he doesn't even know yet you are a Hayden too."

"Well we can always change my name."

"To what? Mary Jones?"

She let out a loud laugh, looked at him and burst into laughter again.

"Okay…I didn't realise I was the next Bob Hope."

"I'm sorry," she drew in a deep breath and fanned her face with her hand, but the snicker won and she started laughing once more.

"I feel like I'm missing something."

"You are…"

"Indulge me. Please, I want to laugh too. I need to laugh too."

"You wouldn't understand. It's from the Chilton-days. This guy used to call me Mary."

"This guy?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah. Tristan." She laughed, "He reminds me a bit of you actually."

Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

"Should I be worried? Are you obsessed with handsome blond guys giving you nicknames?"

She chuckled.

"Who said anything about blond…or handsome for that matter."

"Well you said he looked like me."

She glared at him and he scoffed.

"Fine. I'm going to bed."

"Aww… did I hurt your feelings?" Rory grinned.

"Yes. After all that happened today you too ripped out my heart."

"I poked your ego, Logan." She shook her head.

"Whatever…" he padded to the bedroom and rolled his eyes in amusement when she grinned.

"Oh and by the way!" he started, "what did you do to my underwear?"

"What do you mean?" She followed him into the bedroom just as he was exciting and they bumped into each other. He twirled her thong around his finger.

"You don't like me in boxers, Ace?" he whispered in her ear.

Determined as she was to say something cheeky back, his presence, his soft low voice, his eyes dark and alive, it all hypnotized her and she could only blush.

"I—"

"You…"

"I—"

"You…"

"Quit it!" she hit his shoulder and coaxed a laugh. His hands cupped her face and he lovingly nuzzled her nose.

"I wanted to surprise you," she sighed, "but it kind of fell through."

"You surprised me."

"I did?"

"Yeah. I thought I'd have a month or so to clean out the drawers, but I see you helped yourself." He smirked slowly pulling her towards the bed, "And here you are…" He glanced at her red chair sitting in the corner, "You and your ugly reading chair."

"It's not ugly!" she gasped.

"It is…"

"It's very comfy!"

"Well that's what counts."

"I'm not getting rid of it!" Her eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm not asking you to."

"Good. Because I'm keeping it."

"Ok." His legs hit the bed and he stopped, a hand sneaking under her Yale hoodie and a moan escaping his lips when he noticed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She leaned into him pressing her lips on his pulse as her fingers undid his belt.

"So will you tell me what exactly is going on with Mitchum tomorrow?" she asked in between kisses and got a displeased groan in return.

"Ace, please do not talk about Mitchum when you are undoing my –, " he hissed when her hand disappeared under the waistband of his boxers.

"You're killing me," he groaned, his knees almost giving out, "But what a great way to go…"

----------M-ish rated! --------------------

He yanked the hoodie over her head and let it fly into the room like a big blue bird. Her white skin made him dizzy. He sat down on the edge of the bed pulling down her sweatpants and panties in one tug. Hugging her legs he pulled her closer, placing kisses on her stomach, coaxing a giggle when the tip of his tongue teased her bellybutton. She ran her hands through his hear pulling his head up and he gazed into her azure eyes, now shades darker.

"God, you're beautiful." He murmured closing his eyes when her knuckles lightly brushed over his cheek. He smirked at the sight of goose bumps on her thigh and leaned back enjoying the curve of her hip, the small heart shaped birthmark on her chest just under her left breast, the dark triangle between her creamy thighs. She was the epitome of beauty. He knew her body like Braille and was astound time and time again how she knew his. Sure he had enjoyed sex with many women, but Rory was the only one who could make him tremble with one featherlike stroke of her fingertips. She bit her lip looking at him through her eyelashes and he smiled, grabbing her hand and pulling her on the bed. She sunk in the covers and chuckled when he kissed her toes, her ankles, tickled the inside of her knees with his breath. She closed her eyes in anticipation when he grazed her thighs so painfully slow. He was almost there…almost when he started moving towards her knees again. With a grunt she grabbed him by his hair. He met her eyes and winked before seizing his teasing. With a gasp she gripped the covers arching her back and whispering something along the lines of 'God'. He remembered how she had attempted to hide her shyness on their first time. She had been tense, too nervous to let out a sound. Well shy she was no more, moaning his name louder and louder as she neared her periphery.Needing a release as much as she did, and wanting one together with her he stopped.

"Logan?" she whimpered as he kicked off his pants and boxers sighing at the relieve it brought.

"I'm here, Ace," he said kneeling in between her thighs.

"I want you." She uttered in a low voice, "I want you inside me." He locked eyes with her and hoisted her up. Her heart almost stopped when he lowered her hips onto himself.

"Oh God…" She moaned, her knuckles white from gripping the sheets, her head tilted back. His hands seized her hips and pressed her even closer to him, deeper; keeping her there for a while, willing the wilderness in his body away. After the hellish weekend and the accident as the icing on the rotten cake he wanted to relish the feeling of her as long as he could, he wanted to go slow. He took in the twisted look on her face if he wouldn't know better he would think she was in pain. Then her eyes fluttered open, darker than he had ever seen, filled with lust and passion.

She smiled at him and he smiled back moving her hips slowly. She wanted to move faster but he resisted her, tightening the grip on her hips. She grunted unpleased and Logan chuckled.

"Will I have to muscle you down?"

"Please.." she begged.

He kept moving her in slow long strokes.

"Please?" She sunk her teeth in his shoulder.

He groaned. She was leaving a mark. Then again he didn't care. He hissed when she seemed to want to hit the bone and released the hold on her hips. She rode him faster and faster and pressed her chest against his. Her moans floated together in one continuous lamentation as she threw her head back in surrender. Her muscles tightened around him as the orgasm washed over her and she collapsed in his arms, taking him with her. The salvation his body experienced almost hurt and the moan escaping his lips almost resembled that of a wounded animal.

Not M-ish anymore!

They remained sitting in their embrace for a while; silent apart from their erratic breathing.

"I love you…" Rory sniffed against his shoulder after a while. She didn't know why but she felt the urge to cry and was too tired to contain the tears that were brimming in her eyes.

"Ace?" Logan brushed the clammy strands of hair out of her face and found her damp eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I--?" he asked cradling her face.

"No. I mean yes. No," she started laughing through her tears, "It's not you, this was wow…I don't know what's wrong with me. I just…hold me?"

"I'll hold you," he smirked wiping away her tears with the pad of his thumb, "Always."

They moved to the pillows and she sighed when Logan enveloped her in the warmth of the down covers and the safety of his arms.

"Don't scare me like that ever again…"she said softly.

"What?"

"When you were late…I don't know. I felt sick with worry. Don't scare me like that ever again. Promise?"

He sighed.
"I promise."

"Just call…or text me. Or send a carrier pigeon. A smoke signal will do too."

He pressed a kiss on her forehead, drawing circles on her back to calm her.

"You're ranting, Ace. Look at me. Not a scratch."

"I know." She heaved a sigh and smiled, "You look tired though."

"Yeah well, my father has the outstanding talent to suck the energy out of me. I feel better now though," he smirked pulling her closer, "You have the fabulous talent to reenergize me."

Rory laughed lightly stiffening a yawn.

"Let's get some sleep," he offered.

"Mhm…" was Rory's reply while she snuggled into him and her breathing slowed.

He watched her for a while. She felt perfect in his arms, something he had noticed the first timed they had held her. It was then that he should have known that she was different. He had trouble leaving her. And now she was here, in his – he smirked – their apartment. He was home. He felt home. She completed it.

"Colin and Finn helped me with my stuff," Rory explained when Logan asked her about the moving-scheme and sipped her coffee. They were still lying in bed both happy to have a quiet school free morning together.

"How gallant of them."

"I think Colin has a hernia."

"You made him carry the books, didn't you." He put his mug on the bedside table and lay down again.

"I did…"

He snickered resting his head in her lap.

"Evil."

"Hey, be happy it wasn't you." Her free hand combed through his hair.

"Rory?"

"Mhm?"

"Well this is a very serious matter. I made a confounding discovery yesterday." He said in a grave tone.

"You did…" Her hand stopped as she tried to figure out what it was he had discovered.

"Yes…and I'm very curious and a little dejected …."

Rory frowned.

"I am talking about your deceit."

"My deceit." She raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I found something in what previously was called Logan's drawer of underpants."

"You went through my underwear drawer?" she deadpanned, eyebrow cocked.

"No….I went through what was previously called Logan's drawer of underpants. And I found…Rory, how could you?"

"How could I what?" She leaned against the headboard looking down at him.

"It is mean to have something like that and never ever let me enjoy it," he exclaimed meeting her eyes.

"What are you talking about?!"

"The lace, the satin, the black, the sexy…very very sexy boy shorts?"

"Oh," she blushed. Logan smirked; Rory was probably the only girl that blushed at the thought of her own panties. What had he done to deserve her?

"Uhu! That's what I mean." He propped himself up on one elbow.

"I bought them before we…" the blushed deepened and Logan rolled his eyes.

"Started sleeping together?" he finished, trying to hide his smile by subtly covering his mouth with his free hand.

"Yeah…I bought it because somewhere I knew that the possibility of us sleeping together was there and I thought you would like something like that…" with every word her voice became quieter till she was mumbling something incomprehensible.

"Say what?"

"But then it just happened and I was wearing…"

"…orange penguin pyjamas."

"You remember."

"Ace, I may get Alzheimer's and forget my own name, but the image of you in those hideous pyjamas is burned in my scull. Forever."

"So I never put them on." She finished with a blush.

"Someday?" he batted his eyelashes causing her to laugh.

"You are such a horn dog."

"And you are a horn dog lover," he threw back at her, "So we match."

"Logan…" she said as her eyes caught a bruise on his shoulder she hadn't noticed yet.

"Yes?"

"Did I do that?" she poked at the bite mark.

"Ouch!" He rubbed the spot and smirked, "No, I was attacked by a pack of wolves… Yes you did it. I thought I heard my bone snap."

"I'm sorry…" she kissed the spot.

"You're forgiven. But I think we have to buy a muzzle before engaging in sexual intercourse again."

"Hey! There will be no more sexual intercourse if you don't play nice!" she said punching his shoulder.

"Ow, Ace! Come on! Stop abusing me!"

"Me? Abusing you? I'm a sweet as a white bunny…"

"Yeah…with nasty big pointy teeth. I wouldn't be surprised if you have the bones of full fifty men lie strewn about your lair."

"No, I change the sheets every week," she grinned hugging him and sighed, "I need to get up soon…Study."

"Well then before you have to go…" he pulled away out of her embrace and climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweats.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the answering machine. It desperately needs a new message," he winked disappearing into the living room. Rory sighed, pulling the covers higher and looked around the bedroom - their bedroom - and she felt content, happy, in love, home.

"You have reached Rory and Logan. We are currently not in, but please leave your name, phone number, the time you called, and the colour of your T-shirt. We'll get back to you if we like the colour," Beep"Hey, it's Finn. You know my number. What is my number? And I'm wearing a light sea green … what kind of message is this?! Couldn't you just say that you were shagging? Jeez, meet me at the pub."

TBC

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