A/N: thanks for the reviews. what happened to FFN last night? hm oh well. it works now. so here is chapter six. someone said to put smut in it, and i started to, sort of, but then i stopped because it was already a longer chapter than most. that, and im not sure if i can even write smut without sounding like an idiot. i may try it for the next chapter, i dont know. and i know the last few chapters have been all rory and logan so i'm probably going to bring in more characters in the next chapter. blah. so enjoy and review.

chapter six

She awoke to the shrill alarm clock sitting on a bedside table next to her. An arm reached over her, smacking the object into oblivion, successfully quieting it, before sliding the arm back to its original position, snugly wrapped around her waist.

Rory tilted her head to look at the time. Five AM. It was a Saturday, for God's sake. Why the hell would he get up at five in the morning on the weekend?

"Logan," she whispered.

"Mm," came the sleepy response.

"Why in the world would you get up at five on a Saturday?" She turned in his arms, and he rolled onto his back, and she tucked her head on his shoulder.

"I reset it every morning after I get up. I guess I forgot to turn it off last night."

"Huh." She slid out of his embrace and the bed, pulling on her panties and his own work shirt quietly, her bare feet padding on the dark wood floor as she made her way to the kitchen.

When he came out a few minutes later, clad in his boxers, she was standing in front of his coffee maker, changing the settings.

"Oh, I like him," she said. "You can change the speed!"

He flipped on an overhead light before he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Do you know what I like?"

"What?" she asked, stopping her movements on the coffee maker to listen to what he was going to say.

"You, in my shirt, in the morning here," he said smirking.

"Psh, it's still night time. Look! The sun's not even up. Frickin' five AM. We need to change that."

They were silent for a few minutes, both contemplating the meaning before this early wake up call. "Come on, Winston!" she exclaimed to the coffee maker.

"Winston?"

"I christened him just a few minutes ago," she said matter-of-factly. She took the now-full pot from the machine and he handed her a mug. She smiled at him and carefully poured them both cups of coffee.

"Gah," she groaned as she hopped up on the counter, completely ignoring the stools he had next to the counter. "It's so early."

"You know, you could sit on the chair, like a normal person," he said.

"Where's the fun in that?" She took a long drink of her coffee and he came to stand between her legs. She put her mug down next to her and moved her hands to his shoulders, stretching her arms. He moved in to kiss her and when their lips met, there was still the sparks they both felt that first night they had met.

The shivers down the spine all the way down to their toes. He could still smell the vanilla and rosewater and he could taste the coffee. It was the last ingredient to her scent. He groaned out loud.

She pulled away, her hands cupping his cheeks, "What?"

"My sheets are going to smell like you. And it'll drive me crazy until you're back over here, in my bed."

She smiled at him, pulling his face to her, placing her lips on his ear, "Now you know how I feel," she murmured, her breath hot on his skin. He all but pulled her off the counter so her back was pressed firmly against the marble top, crashing his lips on hers at the end of her confession. She pulled back lightly, and he pressed his forehead to hers with a sigh.

"How did I know this was coming?"

"I'm sorry. It's just, we postponed it last night, and I don't want to do anything huge without figuring this out?"

"You mean something bigger than having sex?"

"Like making promises we don't mean or won't keep or something stupid like that."

He tugged her chin to make her look at him, "That's not stupid."

She wanted his reassurance that everything would be okay. She wanted to know that she wasn't wasting time at his apartment, not to mention good names for his appliances. She wanted to know that he needed her as much as she needed him.

She smiled a watery smile, tears in her eyes at the complete lack of hope she had at that moment.

"I don't like seeing you with other guys, or knowing that you've been with other guys," he confessed quietly.

"I don't like being cast off to the side when I'm not needed or wanted."

He quickly looked to her, his eyes wondering if she was serious or not. He only saw her downcast gaze. "Rory, if I've ever done that, you have to know that it's not what I mean to do. I'm just…"

"You're just under a lot of pressure at work, I know. You've told me before."

"That doesn't make it okay."

"Hey, that's what this was, right? I don't hold it against you."

"Was? As in past tense?" he questioned, smirking at her slip-up.

"Well, I don't know where we stand right now, so yes, was." He pulled her to him, tucking her head under his chin.

"I want you here every night," he whispered in her ear. He felt her body shake under him; she was laughing.

"I'm not moving in, Logan," she said, smiling. "I just moved. And we don't even have an established…well, anything."

Now was the time. He could feel it. That one moment where it could all be turned to shit or something really good could come from it. She felt it, too. Her body tensed at his next words.

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

Her eyes bulged. "Are you insane! We'd kill each other!"

He smiled, "It's a risk I'm willing to take."

"Logan, think about this. Our families would have shit-fit. Think, two twenty-six year olds who have been sleeping together, no strings, for the past half a year are now going out."

"Our families don't have to know that. We can just tell them we've been friends."

"You've got to be kidding me." She pushed him away and started pacing in straight lines in his kitchen. Yes, she wanted this, more than almost anything. But how would this all work out in the end with both of them still alive.

He began to worry when she began to pull on the ends of her hair, fallen out from the clip she had it in last night. "Rory, we can cross that bridge later. Just tell me yes or no so I can know if I need to get a new name for Winston."

She smiled, stopping mid-pace, and sighed. "We're so screwed."

He backed her once again to the edge of the counter, carefully lifting her up and standing back between her legs. Their eyes were locked on each other's and their noses brushed against the other's. He saw a small glint of something in her eyes he had never seen before. Not only darkened with lust, but almost a glitter of happiness. He smiled and kissed her, pushing her into the wall behind her as she sat on the counter.

Her hands rested on his shoulders and slid to wrap around his neck, playing with the hairs at the back of his head, her hands gliding through the blonde locks gracefully. Well, as gracefully as can be done when your being pushed on a countertop. His hands slid up her thighs slowly, taking their time, with her getting ansty in anticipation. He grasped her hips and pulled her down to him, so that he was leaning over the counter to capture her lips in a bone-melting kiss.

She arched into him as his hand slid under his button-down work shirt she was wearing. As egotistical as he may be, he knew for a fact it looked better on her like this, than he could ever wear it. He smirked at the thought. He pulled her off the counter completely and she fell into him, pushing him back against the refridgerator. She smiled at the feeling of power she now had over him.

"Do you know what?" he asked as she kissed her way down the line of his neck, his vocal chords vibrating as he spoke against her lips.

"Hm?" she murmured.

"The last time we were together, actually together, was like this. Against the fridge, except the other way around."

"Almost a month ago," she said, reaching his collar bone.

"The longest time we've not seen each other in this whole thing."

"We did see each other, just not like this."

"Yeah, but," he was cut off by her finger being pressed over the crease of his lips.

"Shh." She smiled, "We're together now, right?"

He nodded. "So what does it matter?"