Sorry I took so long school took a big toll on my writing plus I had a lot of struggle to write this chapter I went through three drafts before I got the idea I liked. The next chapters will have some beginning S5 dialogue as well. I think this will be the last chapter that will have an August date, except maybe the epilogue might. I would like to thank my temporary beta Shannon for editing this chapter. This is just a little side note but please read my one shot Happiness of Being Loved, my beta Nathalie and I have worked really hard on it.
August, 30, 2004 3'am
Logan woke disoriented, unaware of his surroundings. He looked down and saw strands of brown curls strewn across his chest, his body reacting in ways he never knew. Rory was next to him, and it had never felt so perfect. He desired nothing else but to ravish her body, but he knew that he cared too much about her, knew that she deserved better than simply one night. So, he just held her, unable to sleep, for fear of not seeing her. God, Logan thought again, when did he start sounding like the Aerosmith song he couldn't remember the title, but it was the one with the lyrics, "I don't want to close my eyes cause I'll miss you baby." He had never felt this way over another girl, and the thought that he would never hold her in his arms and kiss her was heartbreaking. Logan stared at her beautiful face and pushed her brown hair way, planting a soft kiss on her lips, as Rory opened her eyes surprised. That kiss had been sweeter, tenderer, then the kisses exchanged before.
"Why did you pull away?" Rory asked softly, wanting to continue what Logan had started.
"I didn't want to appear like I was taking advantage of you while you were sleeping. I just kissed you because I couldn't help it." Logan said with concern/
Rory patted his forearm, "Its okay I trust you." In order to seal what she had just said, she kissed him. Logan kissed her back softly they were not as lustful as their kisses were yesterday, but more soft and deep they knew as though they this was going to be their last kisses. They both put all of their hearts into their last kiss. Logan pulled away to kiss her cheek, her hair, her eyes, and her neck. He wanted to make sure his lips would remember every part of her face. Rory had never felt more loved than she felt in that moment. In Logan's face it was of warmth, hope, and love, none of that victorious look that was on Jess face. Rory pulled away the feelings were getting to be two much.
"What's wrong?" Logan asked as he patted her arm, which caused shivers to go down Rory's spine.
"Nothing" Rory shrugged.
"Ace, what's on your mind?" Logan hated the unhappy look that had washed over her.
"I like kissing you. More than I should," Rory said honestly.
"I know what you mean Rory, I could kiss you forever," He said as he kissed her forehead. Logan was really surprised at what he had just said the words were not for a relationship that was suppose to last a day.
"Me too Logan, but I think I should go." She said her voice was on the verge of tears she couldn't stay goes if she stayed she would start to cry that she couldn't have anymore nights with this incredible and handsome boy.
"Rory, no. Don't go." He didn't want her to leave not when things were so good an hour ago.
"I can't Logan, we need to face reality." She put her lips to his and he pulled her close they kissed as before softly and full of passion. It was bittersweet, the perfect last kiss.
Rory reluctantly pulled away and got off the bed and found her white dress that Logan pulled off the night before at the foot. Her heart sank at the memories of his lips all over her body, and the idea that she would never be with him completely.
When she went to the door Logan called after her, in a tone of desperation, "Rory please don't go." He desperately needed more of her; he needed to feel her skin on his, her smile to be directed at him. He needed her, in a way that he had never needed anyone else.
"Logan I have to go," she said simply, walking away. As she closed the door, Logan laid back, noticing that the bed felt so cold without her.
Despite the August heat outside, Rory had never felt so cold and alone. Nothing could compare to being in Logan's arms that night. The tears started to stream down her face, as she realized how much Logan meant to her. He meant more than Dean, than Jess, oh god, why did this have to happen to her?
August, 30, 2004 3pm
It was amazing to Rory that after a passionate, cold, and tearful night she and Logan had made in one piece in her dorm at Yale. She and Logan had not talked much, mostly discussing all the things they needed to bring, and what things would have been in the SUV that Finn and Colin had brought. They were so afraid of how to approach each other being so intimate with each other the day before. They movers had just left after Rory and Logan had made sure that the furniture had been in the right place and that Emily Gilmore would need to come after them.
Logan looked at Rory trying to find a conversation that would break the ice. "So where is that scary roommate of yours? He had heard stories of Paris and was wondering if she was as neurotic as Rory had said.
Rory thought for a minute and said, "Oh my god I can't believe I beat Paris here. I mean normally she would want dibs on the best bedroom first, and set up the furniture in exactly the way she wants it."
"Well she is probably late"
"Paris is never late." Rory dialed Paris's number on her cell phone with concern. Rory was relieved when she got Paris's voice on the phone. "Paris I'm in your room, and I'm wondering how I could've beat you here?"
"I'll be there later," Paris said in a tone that was sorrowful.
"Are you okay? You sound funny" Rory asked in concern.
"Asher's dead," Paris said quietly.
"What?"
"He died two weeks ago in Oxford."
"Oh. Paris, I'm so sorry. How?" Rory had not been crazy about Paris dating a guy her grandfather's age, but she felt bad that Paris had lost someone she obviously loved. She knew she would have been a mess if something had happened to Logan.
"Heart attack. It was quick."
"Um…it wasn't during, um…was it?"
Paris immediately got angry at that question. "No Rory this great man was not brought down by my vagina, okay?"
Rory cursed herself for being so immature, and for getting Paris to be so crude. She and Paris then proceeded to talk about how Asher had died in class, and how Paris's felt that Asher's family was acting like spoiled children.
When Rory got off the phone she turned to Logan and said, "Everything all right." He could sense by a lot of the words it was a sad phone call.
"That was Paris, Asher Fleming died, and she is distraught over it.
"Was it in bed?" Logan asked curiously
"No Logan be mature," Although she felt a bit hypocritical saying that.
"I'm just saying the man had a reputation of liking his woman young like your roommate."
"Well don't tell Paris that, and she will also kill you if she finds out you know. She kicked out my friend Lane last year when she knew about the affair."
"Ace come on you know I can keep a secret. It just still amazes me why any young girl would go for Fleming he is old and not rich. Is it because Orlando Bloom is off the market?" Logan said teasingly.
"Logan there is more to a guy than money and Asher was a writer, and to Paris. It was his accent that did the trick. Plus you can't choose who you fall in love with," Rory said stopping herself before she said anything else.
It seemed to Logan that she wasn't just talking about Paris and Asher anymore. They looked eyes with each other at a standstill. Logan was about to ask Rory if she had fallen for him when suddenly the door knocked.
"I get it" Rory said weakly wondering when things would be back to normal for her and Logan.
She opened the door surprised to see Marty. "Marty nice to see you, you live at Branford still?"
"Yeah I'm living here" They hugged, which did not go unnoticed by Logan who was wondering what this guy who looked vaguely familiar was doing here, and what was his connection with Rory.
"How was your summer?"
"I met Nicole Richie and spent the next sixth weeks showering."
"Well that sounds like fun," Rory laughed and then turned towards Logan. "Logan this is my friend Marty, and Marty this is my friend Logan. He worked on the paper with me in New York this summer." Logan and Marty stared at each other mutually both wondering what role each other was in Rory's life.
It was Logan who broke the silence and reluctantly shook Logan's hand, for he did not like the Marty had looked at Rory when he embraced her or looked at Logan disapprovingly.
"Hi, how you are doing? I think I know you from somewhere?"
"I bartended for one of your parties," Marty said in a tone that didn't look that he had enjoyed that experience.
"Oh right now I remember, you made a kick ass margarita. Your services will be gladly appreciated at my next party." Logan did not mean to sound rude when he said that sentence, but Rory and Marty had looked at him like he had uttered an obscenity.
"Well I'll keep that in mind," Marty said not wanting to talk to Logan.
Rory could not believe how Logan who was usually so kind could have said something in a condescending way.
Marty turned to Rory and said "Rory do you want to go have coffee, and you can tell me all about your summer?"
"Okay," She turned to Logan.
"You go ahead, I have to meet Colin and Finn." A part of him hated the idea of Marty being all alone with Rory, but he knew if he went with him his mind would be too consumed with hate at the way he would hold her hand or even casually touch her on the shoulder that was his thing. Going for coffee was their thing, not Marty and Rory's thing.
"Well tell them I said hi. I'll see you later."
"See you Ace," he said walking out the door. Logan left his stomach was filled with knots at the idea of Marty and Rory laughing or possibly holding hands. He hated this feeling it could not be jealousy could it?
Marty's role is only brief and don't worry I'm not turning him into S7 Marty.