A/N: okay, i dont know whats going on here. ive just been writing and writing. i mean, i even updated a story yesterday! good lord. well once again, im pressed for time because the morning bell is about to ring. so THANK YOU for the reviews and i hope you like this one. its sort of more filler, but i wanted to show their relationship now that they are actually together. mer, so i also have a few other chapters in other stories about half written (ex: dream for me) so those will most likely be up soon. enjoy and review.

chapter seven

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" an exasperated Paris asked Rory as they sat waiting for their clients in the meeting room, sitting at the large mahogany table. Rory sat tapping her pen on the wood, making Paris go insane with the noise.

"Who is it coming in today?" Rory asked, sitting up straight, smoothing over her black pants, light pink lace spaghetti strap tunic and gray sweater.

"I just told you this while you were thinking about lover boy!" Paris whispered harshly.

"I wasn't thinking about lover boy! Why are you calling him that? Just tell me who the hell is coming!"

They were meeting Finn and Logan from Realidades. Of course, Paris thought, Rory would know this if she wasn't so obsessed with her boy toy.

They stood as the door opened and Rory had to curb her shock. She shook their hands as was expected, before the two men moved to Paris and they sat across from the pair of PR agents at the table.

She bit back a smile as they worked, discussing publicity events for the upcoming restaurant opening, magazine articles to be published in local magazines, new ads, and other ideas that were tossed around to get the restaurant's momentum going.

He caught her eye and winked from across the table. Paris was skeptical about the two boys' motivation in the whole project, knowing Logan from college and Finn's reputation.

As they were filing out of the conference room, he pulled her arm, keeping her in the room, and looked at Paris. "You don't mind if I talk to her real quick, do you?"

"Oh no, by all means, lover boy."

"Love, come on. There's an idea I want to run past you," Finn said, tucking Paris's arm into the crook of his elbow, pulling her away from the conference room.

Rory laughed once the door was closed. "Lover boy?"

"She thinks that I'm having some torrid affair with a pool boy. Do you have a pool? I think I should look into that."

"Do I not count as a pool boy?" he asked.

She snorted as he pulled her closer, his arms wrapped around her waist. "You don't know the first thing about cleaning."

"No," he said, his lips on her throat, "but I do know a little about bikinis."

She laughed, pushing him away. "You're so full of shit."

"You know," he said, sitting on top of the conference room table, "I don't think I've actually seen you working."

"I've never seen you working," she reasoned.

"No, you have. That night a few months ago when I was doing some editing."

She laughed, "Oh yeah, you wore glasses. It was cute. But that still doesn't count. You weren't in the work environment, and I was sitting on your couch in a sheet." She paused, "Why are we talking about this again?"

She moved to stand in front of him, his hands on her waist, and he shrugged. "No reason."

She raised an eyebrow and turned when there was a knock on the door. She was thankful that they had decided to not get windows to the conference room, but went to open the door. "Yes, Paris?"

"Finn and I are going to get lunch. He has some ideas for costumes at the restaurant." She rolled her eyes and Rory smiled, making Paris raise her own eyebrow.

"You're happy. It's creeping me out."

"Thanks, Paris. You have fun at lunch," she responded sardonically.

She went to sit in a chair that Logan was sitting by, resting her head on his leg. "Hear that? I'm happy."

He pulled on her hands to pull her up and into his lap on the table, making it an uncomfortable position, not that she noticed. Their lips crashed together and his ran his hands through her brunette locks, feeling the curls in his fingers.

He rested his hand on her jawbone and looked her in the eye, "I'm happy, too, you know." She gave him a sound kiss in response, and he moved to trail his lips down her neckline.

"Is the door locked?" she murmured.

"Don't care."

She laughed, "Logan! Those are my employees." She pulled back, straightening his suit jacket. "Come on, I'll let you buy me lunch."

He groaned and slowly stepped off the table. "You owe me for that one, Gilmore."

She only smiled sweetly in return before going to her office to get her purse.

--------

Later that night, she arrived at his apartment, the doorman letting her inside the building without her even saying anything. He had taken her to lunch, and then dropped her off at her office with a kiss and a promise to call her.

She felt the bed, his bed, shift beneath her as someone lay down next to her, his hand trailing up her boxer clad leg. She was reading a book, her legs bent in front of her and the lamp next to the bed turned on. She set the book down on the nightstand and moved towards him.

"Long day?" she asked, moving to straddle his lap.

He murmured in response and she unbuttoned his work shirt. "Why are you here?" he asked.

She stopped her work and climbed off the bed. "I can leave," she said simply.

He grabbed her wrist as she walked by him and pulled her back down on top of him. "No."

"No?"

"No. I'm not letting you leave. I was simply wondering why you were here. Usually you come over later, or I go over there, but you're never here when I get home."

"Well, Paris's roommate decided tonight she would have a party, which logically, according to Paris, this meant she could take over my house with Finn and then I came here. I hope it's not a problem."

"It's not a problem. It's actually kind of nice," he admitted.

And it was. There was something about seeing her there, reading her book as if she lived here, as if this was a routine for them, being all domestic and husband-and-wife type.

Wait. What did he just say?

"Do you want me to sleep on the couch?" she asked quietly.

"No, I don't want you to move, just stay here," he said softly.

"Okay." He finished taking off his shirt on his own, going to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change out of his pants as well before climbing under the covers next to her. He pulled her to him, so her back was to her chest, and he brushed away the hair that covered her neck, fixating his lips on the skin there.

"Wait," he paused and raised his head as her hands slid over his on her stomach, and she turned to look at him questioningly as he spoke.

"Did you say Paris and Finn?"