A/N: So, I guess I did leave our sexy lovebirds a little early in my other one-shot. Ta da, it's a sequel! I know my username is WhoCaresAboutPeopleBooksExist, but I do watch a bunch of television. I like to tell people I don't, but that's just because I rarely sit down in front of the t.v. for hours on end mindlessly watching shows. I never record anything. I hate watching live t.v. I like Netflix and DVDs. Television is another way for me to escape from my mundane life. With that being said, there are only a few shows that I actually have fallen in love with. Gilmore Girls, for its wit and adorable characters, is one of them. And I absolutely hated how they left Rory and Logan. He was my favourite. But Jess, I mean, God, Jess was wonderful, too. Rogan all the way, though! The ending to this One-Shot may seem a bit forced. Remember, I fit this all in just under 7,000 words. It might not be perfect. Oh, and it gets a little sexier. Just a warning. Still T rated, but keep your eyes closed if you're a bit shaky.

Thank you to those of you who took their time to read But Only For You and then favourited, followed, and and reviewed. It was so sweet to get all those emails. I hope you all enjoy this one just as much. I really love writing about these two. They're so cute. If you feel so inclined, do all the reviewing and favouriting and stuff. But only if you want to. And if you want more, tell me! I have another idea for the continuing of this story, but I don't want to put effort into something people aren't going to want to read. Thanks again, but most of all, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: Well, there is a hell of a lot of music references in this thing. First of all, David Bowie owns all rights to his song Ziggy Stardust. Second, Panic! at the Disco own their songs The Calendar and Far Too Young To Die.


Well, I'm Still Alive

Ziggy played guitar,

Jamming good with Weird and Gilly

And the spiders from mars

He played it left hand,

But made it too far, became the special man

Then we were Ziggy's band.

The music, loud and melodic, filtered through her alarm clock speakers. Moonlight spilt in through the cracked blinds and she batted away the intangible rays. Something moved next to her, groaning.

"Turn that damn thing off before I smash it to bits," Logan's gruff morning voice mingled with David Bowie's smash hit in such a way that she almost decided not to turn that damn thing off to see if he would speak again.

She wasn't cruel, though. Well, not too cruel. And it was five in the morning. She may need to be awake, but Logan could sleep in until six. Painfully, she reached her arm out and pressed the off button before hurling her side of the duvet off.

Pressing her feet to the cool wooden floor of November, she sluggishly gathered her clothes for the day. She took a moment to watch the sleeping boy, because in his sleep he embodied the image of a young and innocent child, glowing in the moonlight. His face, usually worn with long hours and annoying, pretentious teenagers, held a pure, lazy smile.

"Stop staring. It's weird."

She laughed at his blunt statement. "You could always join me," she watched as his eyes opened quizzically. "Well," she continued, "only if you want to."

Winking, the rosy-cheeked-girl wandered into the bathroom. It was cold so she was wrapped in many layers. Sweat had formed on her skin in the night, probably due to being pressed against another body for most hours.

She plugged her iPod dock into the socket and selected an album to explore. Pressing play, she took a few steps to the shower and started up the spurting stream of hot water and got undressed. Her pajamas peeled off of her body and she enjoyed the openness of this early morning ritual.

Bit by bit, the Connecticut air blew over her skin and she noticed goosebumps rising slowly. Steam billowed out behind the shower curtain and she listened to the steady flow of Brendon Urie's voice mix together with the splattering of water as she stepped beneath the jet stream.

I never so adored you

I'm twisting allegories now

I want to complicate you

Don't let me do this to myse-

"Hey, did you turn off the music?" Rory pushed her head out of the shower to see Logan standing before her. His arms were crossed and he was frowning. "I like that song, buddy. Turn it back on," she pleaded, pointing a long finger at him. The water sloshed in the tub and Logan's head moved down to where Rory's naked body would be if it weren't for the curtain.

"Stop staring. It's weird," Rory stuck her tongue out playfully and watched a fire start up behind Logan's eyes.

The sound of the water lapping at the tub drowned out with the blood rushing in Rory's ears. Very quickly Logan tore off all of his clothes. In the rush, Rory saw his lips curl into a devilish and childish smile, like a little boy mischievously scheming a way to snag candy from his mother.

Clad in nothing but sweat, Logan banged his hand down to restart the song and jumped behind the shower curtain. Rory gawked at him, her mouth hanging open and her big blue eyes wide.

Brendon's voice started up again and Logan pulled her to him, smirking dangerously.

"Come on, Ace," he whispered in her ear. "We ain't got all day."

Rory exited the shower in a huff. Her senses were peaked and dulled simultaneously. It was a confusing feeling, though one she supposed she should have grown used to again since Logan reentered her life.

"You're going to be late, Ace," Logan whipped past her, wrapping a towel around her shoulders and stepping out of the bathroom.

She was going to be late if she didn't shake her orgasmic aftershocks. Her legs felt like jelly and her back ached slightly from being rubbed against the tile, but she knew it was worth it.

Rory stepped in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at her red face and blotchy skin. She was spotted with bites and scratches. They all stung like an itching fire waiting to be extinguished, but Rory delighted in the sensation. She just hoped her work clothes would cover up all evidence of passionate sex.

Her mind went into zombie mode as she clothed and put on the smallest amount of makeup she could without being traumatized at the office. Journalist pigs overcrowded the news room and she methodically attempted to calm down any signs of estrogen in fear of being hit on.

Clothed in a grey pant suit and high heels, Rory Gilmore trod into her shared bedroom, watching her wonderful boyfriend, still only wearing a towel, poured over a book. His face was scrunched up in concentration, his eyes moving quickly across the words.

"You're doing it again," Logan said, his voice dripping with pleasure. He didn't look up at her, though, so Rory simply discontinued staring and went to collect her messenger bag.

She stuffed her laptop and notebook inside, praying she wasn't forgetting anything. Filled with a couple of textbooks and a large amount of books, Rory's bag was always heavy and today was no different. When she pulled it over her head, her shoulder immediately began to ache.

Pushing aside any thoughts of injury, Rory went into the kitchen to find a breakfast bar and her keys. Her heart swelled when she saw that Logan had bought her favourite kind. She didn't remember asking him for it, but she did vaguely recall him staring at her yesterday when he saw her eating an apple instead of her usual breakfast bar.

That boy knew how to tug on her heart strings.

"You leaving, Ace?" Logan's voice echoed through their home and she found herself nodding as if he could hear the movements of her head.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks for the breakfast!" She called to him. His laugh swirled in her ears and she barged back into their bedroom. He was dressed now, his book lying haphazardly on the bed.

"Have a good day, hon," he whispered as Rory approached him. She moved in to hug him and he embraced her tightly, soothingly rubbing her back.

"I love you," she said simply, looking up at him. His eyes swam with emotion and she leaned in for a kiss. He captured her lips with left over ardor from their shower. It was soft and loving and she wanted nothing more than to disregard work and stay home like this all day, but he released her too soon and she snapped her eyes open.

"Go get em, tiger," he yelled as she turned away. His hand slapped her butt and she whipped around. He stood with his hands in the air, an innocent yet entirely devilish smirk on his face.

She frowned and tried not to smile, but failed miserably.

"I love you too, Ace," were the last words she heard before leaving.

It was cold. Very cold. Wind rushed over her and she wound her jacket tightly around her body in hopes of keeping the air from contacting her precious skin. Rory loved Connecticut, she did, but the cold was something her tiny body hated.

The car Logan had insisted she buy a couple of months ago, branded with a personalised license plate she couldn't help but smile at even if the only reason was because of how ridiculous it was (ACE-0000), seeped chilled air. It was no protection from the ice of the morning at its current state. She plonked her bag down on the passenger seat and took her blue fingers to the ignition. Twisting the key, a blast of warmish heat from the vent blew up in her face.

With her hair flying out of its bun, she abandoned the parking spot and began her journey towards work. Blindly fiddling with the radio, she somehow got in touch with her pre-work playlist and started it up.

The shuffle setting brought her delight with its first pick of the day. Rory hummed along to the tune, softly singing the chorus whenever it would pop up.

"Put another X on the calendar, summer's on it's deathbed. There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends. And I meant everything I said that night, I will come back to life. But only for you."

String instruments cascaded through the speakers to signal the songs end as memories of the last three months gushed through her thought stream.

Nine Weeks and Four Days Ago.

They said if you don't let it out, you're gonna let it eat you away.

I'd rather be a cannibal baby, animals like me don't talk anyway.

"Ugh!" Rory groaned loudly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Logan's head move slightly to face her.

"What's the matter, Ace?" He calmly asked. Her eyes were closed, but she could hear him shuffle towards where she was sat pouring over bedrooms and the sizes of various bathrooms in various apartments.

She huffed her hair out of her face and stared at him angrily. "I have got no idea what I want. How am I supposed to know if I want three bedrooms instead of two. Do I really care that the fridge is double-doored with a pull out freezer? Do all the bathrooms have to have a shower and a bath?"

Rory grabbed the sheets of paper strewn across her lap and flung them in the air. Logan's head turned up and watched the pieces fall around them. He reached for her hand and she felt that sweet jolt spark through her.

"It's just an apartment, Rory. Calm down," Logan said, standing up to gather the sheets of paper displaying a diverse group of apartment buildings around town. Rory watched as he studied them. His lips moved with the words and she smiled.

"It shouldn't be this difficult, but I don't know how to spend money," Logan laughed and Rory glared. "You know what I mean. I was never good at it when I had none and now I just don't know what to do. I have too much of it," she threw her hands in the air in desperation and melted into Logan's sofa.

He sat down next to her and placed the papers back on his coffee table. "Let's go for a walk, Ace," he said tiredly.

"I'm sorry, Logan. I don't mean to be ruining this day."

"Darlin', you're not. You will be, though, if you refuse to take a stroll with me," he stands up in a flash and holds out his hand. She groans but takes the hand anyway, allowing herself to be pulled up.

Logan warmly shuffled himself closer to his girlfriend. At the loving embrace, Rory felt the stress slowly wash away. Her heart started up as he withdrew and reached out to cup her face.

"You're gorgeous. Have I ever told you that?" It was rare, even when they were dating all those years ago, that Logan would be sentimental. She could probably count on her fingers all the times he said truly sweet things without having them followed by a snarky remark.

Rory wanted to say something sarcastic like, "no, I don't think you ever have," or "yes, to the point I'm worried maybe I'm not actually as attractive as you say," but she was lost in his gaze. It held her own like a scientist held its captive creature. Like he was examining her the same way he would a priceless diamond or the undiscovered beauty of a flower.

Her mouth mumbled unheard words of no real meaning and he just stood there, watching her. When his head moved closer to hers she swore he could probably hear her heart thumping against her ribcage as it threatened to break loose. Logan's mouth descended onto her own and a whirlwind of emotion tore through the touch.

They had been together for two weeks. Their worlds reattached as one for a mere fourteen days. But his kiss, the way his lips grazed hers achingly before plummeting down and taking her lips prisoner, never truly ceased in making her knees buckle and her mind fog.

Everything slowed and became hyperaware. Rory clocked the movements of his hands as they wound along her back in intricate patterns of geometry. She became heated when his tongue parted her unprepared lips and slipped through into oblivion. Her world came crashing down as his breath danced with hers.

The coming down part was the worst.

When he parted from the touch it all tumbled around her. Oxygen was being forced into her lungs and her brain started up once more. And there he was smiling at her like he knew exactly what he was doing and she wanted desperately to slap away the smug smile twirling on his lips, but he bent down again to brush her lips and she forgot everything.

"You look a little disheveled, Ace. Is something wrong?" His voice bombarded her happiness and she looked at him. His lips were a ruby red.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she replied breathlessly.

Logan laughed and grabbed at her hand, forcing her towards the front of his townhouse.

"Where are we going?" She questioned, stopping their movement.

He stared at her quizzically. "For a walk. Remember?"

She shook her head and closed her eyes. "Right, right. Sorry."

He started up their feet again and chuckled.

"It's fine, Rory. I tend to have that effect on the ladies. They forget everything when I kiss them like that."

Rory watched his face twist from pure delight to pain when she brought her foot up and stomped on his foot. He shut up then and silently guided her out of the house.

"Where to, Casanova?" Rory asked sickly sweet, batting her eyelashes.

"Just around. School was hell today, so we'd better stay away from there," Logan's face scrunched in disapproval and Rory couldn't help the laugh that escaped her throat.

He looked at her with mock anger. "I'm sorry, babe, but it's funny," Rory clutched his hand tighter as they walked out of the neighborhood and towards the town square.

"I mean, when I took the job, I had no idea most of the students would be entitled brats," Logan sighed. He looked at Rory as her smile grew. "I thought they'd all be like you. Quiet but smart as anything."

"But they're not?" Rory asked as she avoided a biker.

"Ugh, no they are not," Logan moaned, sliding his free hand down his face. "They all back talk and compose themselves like their money will get them the grade not their work."

"Huh," Rory mused. "Reminds me of someone I once knew."

Rory watched as recognition sparked across Logan's face. "Oh, right. Me," he laughed. "And look how well I turned out. Why can't they all be like you, Ace?" Rory had a feeling this question was not rhetorical.

"I never grew up with money. Lorelai was my rock and she struggled with getting a paycheck. I knew the only thing that would get me out the slight poverty I lived in would be hard work. These guys have jobs lined up for them even if they do fail high school and even university," Rory answered thoughtfully, squeezing his hand every now and again.

"I wonder if I was this annoying to my high school teachers. If so, they must have down right hated my guts." The sun sparkled on Logan's eyes as he looked at her fondly. Rory's heart jumped at the intensity of his stare.

"It'll get easier, Logan. I promise."

"I hope so, Ace. Or else I may never show up for work again," he said as he maneuvered them around a bench. The wind whipped around the couple in early autumn style and Rory huddled closer to Logan in an attempt to drown out the cooling atmosphere.

They walked in silence for a little while, admiring their proximity and each musing about how natural it all was to be in this situation. Years of being apart had yet to damage their new relationship.

Rory looked at the cracks in the sidewalk, hopping over them childishly. She was happy and it felt weird. Depression had been haunting her since Logan left and maybe she didn't realise it then or even just a couple weeks ago, but his departure from her life ruined it all. The sun was always just around the bend before, taunting her with its slivers of light.

Sometimes she would wake up and decide that today was going to be a good day, but then it never was. Although sometimes it was a good day, one where she smiled and ate food and laughed, but by nightfall it would all end, the darkness engulfing her once more.

She read a book recently, one recommended to her by her old coworker Christine, where the main character struggled with depression. The days in which the world didn't seem so bad he called his Fake Shifts. They weren't the real deal. They gave him hope only to smash that hope to pieces.

Rory's Fake Shifts didn't meet her very often, but they depressed her even more when they disappeared. And then Logan Huntzberger reentered her life. And like Craig at the end of his story, Rory's Not-Fake-Shift was complete.

The sun met her every morning even if it was hidden by clouds. It welcomed her newly found cheerfulness with warmth and delight. So as Rory looked at Logan, turning her head up slightly to watch his jaw clench and unclench depending on the wind's direction, she felt whole.

Maybe it was unhealthy. Maybe she should have made him wait and maybe she should have controlled herself a little bit more, but then she would have still been followed daily by that misery. And after having that first taste of Logan, of joy, Rory knew that waiting could go suck itself.

Besides, they hadn't slept together yet. She had a little bit of self control. Although that was slowly dwindling down, too.

Feel like an ambulance, chaser of faith. Pray I could replace her, forget the way her tears taste. Oh, the way her tears taste.

"Rory Gilmore!"

Rory snapped her head away from Logan's jaw in search of the voice. Logan had stopped moving and Rory was yanked back when her feet tried to move. Turning her head, she saw Jess Mariano gliding towards her and Logan.

Logan's hand slackened from hers and she could feel her face twist in shock. This was return of the ex-boyfriends. Dean Forester would be around the next bend, she was sure of it.

"Jess, what on earth are you doing here?" Rory's voice contorted in surprise as the handsome man stepped closer.

"I'm visiting Connecticut. Luke said I should try and find you, but you weren't at your apartment," Jess was now in front of her and Logan, smiling widely.

"Well, wow. Yeah, I'm just taking a walk. But wow, it's been so long," Rory felt flabbergasted. She searched for words in her brain, but nothing came up.

"I know! God, you look good. How've you been?" He asked, stepping in closer for a hug. Rory could feel heat radiating from Logan's body as she wound her arms around Jess.

She broke away and tried to smile. "I've been okay. How about you?"

Jess twisted around as if looking for something. When he spotted it, whatever it was, he turned back to face Rory. "Really good, thank you. Um, do you wanna sit down for a bit? I've got a table at that little restaurant right there. There's enough room for you and your guest."

Rory looked to where he was pointing and chose to ignore the annoyed infliction of Jess's tone at his last sentence. She moved her attention to Logan, seeing his face warped with slight rage.

"What do you think Logan?" Rory asked, her voice squeaking a bit more than she would have liked. Logan's stare didn't leave Jess, but he put on a smile and nodded.

"Why the hell not."

"Great. Well, come on then," Jess led the two across the street to a table.

Rory sat across from Jess, pulling Logan down next to her. He thumped onto the bench, his fist invisible from everyone but Rory. She grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly, attempting to silently tell him to calm down.

A bottle on its side was the only thing, besides a few napkins and menus, on the table. Jess kept on looking around, searching for something Rory couldn't see. His eyes were trained on the front doors of the restaurant.

"So," Rory said awkwardly, wishing she were not here at the moment. She only ever spoke to Jess around Christmas and their respective birthdays. It was weird to be so close to him after all this time. "What exactly brings you here?"

Jess, struggling to not oddly stare at the doors, cleared his throat. "Um, just visiting. You. Sorry I didn't call in advance or anything."

"No, it's fine. Just a bit of a surprise. Sorry I wasn't home earlier. I was at Logan's."

At the sound of Logan's name, Jess snapped his head away and transferred his peculiar watch from the doors to Logan. Rory wanted to run away.

"Right, Logan. Hey," Jess held out his hand and Rory felt Logan's tremor as he took the shake.

"Hello, Jess. Wonderful to see you again," Logan's voice dripped with sarcasm. Rory could've sworn she saw his hazel eyes take on a stronger green.

"Right back at you, buddy."

Same old, same old. It was like she was still in university.

The doors to the restaurant opened suddenly, tearing each of the threesome's concentration. A woman, a baby in hand, exited the building.

"There you are! I was getting worried," Jess stood up, nodding towards Rory. He walked to where the woman stood with the child.

Rory's mind was fumbling over itself as she watched Jess lean in to kiss the woman's lips. His hand caressed the baby's head gently and he released the woman before gathering the child in his arms.

"Rory Gilmore, I would like you to meet my fiancée, Katherine and my little girl, Rachel."

Rory choked on nothing, thanking Logan with her eyes when he brought a hand up to rub her back. She saw a worried look in his eyes and tried desperately to relieve his concern by smiling. His expression didn't change.

The woman, Katherine, sat down across from Rory, pulling Jess down gently next to her.

"Hello, Rory. I've heard so much about you!" Katherine extended a hand to Rory and she had no choice but to take it. The world was definitely spinning. She looked desperately at Logan whose face was trained on Jess'.

"I hope all good things," Rory laughed out quietly.

"Definitely, definitely. So, who's this you've got next to you. I thought you were single?" Katherine's question was followed by a grunt. Jess glared at his fiancée.

"This is my boyfriend, Logan," Rory's faint worry swiped away as she said Logan's name. She brought her arm up to wrap it around his. He slid closer to her.

"Logan, it's wonderful to meet you," Katherine did not attempt to shake Logan's hand. She could probably sense his annoyance.

"You're engaged," might as well get the weird bit over with.

"Uh, yeah. It's been about a year," Jess looks over at Katherine, the baby still asleep in his arms. "We were originally planning on getting married during the summer but then Kathy got pregnant with Rachel, so we decided to wait until the pregnancy was over."

His voice was full of such warmth and admiration that Rory was slightly caught of guard. This was Jess. Her bad boy boyfriend. Smoking, drinking, not-so-tall, dark, and handsome. What was he doing with a baby and a fiancée?

"I was going to tell you last Christmas about the engagement, but I thought it was face to face news. Sorry it took so long," he smiled at Rory sheepishly and she felt her heart swarm with delight and slivers of confusion.

"Yeah, no. I'm-I'm really happy for you, Jess. And Katherine," Rory was surprised with how genuinely happy she was. Logan's stiff body next to hers made her giggle and she rested her head on his arm. He would never admit it, but she could tell the contact of her head relaxed him.

"So, Logan, what's up with you?" Jess asked, a disapproving glint to his tone. Rory wanted to kick him.

"Um," Logan began, looking down at Rory, a smile threatening to break out. "I got a job at Chilton over the summer, ran into Rory a few weeks back, and now here we are."

"A teacher?" Jess asked, his eyebrows shooting up.

"Yeah, a teacher. English teacher, actually. For the advanced class. Whatever that means," Logan wrapped an arm around Rory, pulling her into his embrace. She inhaled his cologne, willing herself not to close her eyes.

"Wow."

Logan laughed at Jess. "Yeah, wow. But hey, a lot's changed in seven years," Logan said gesturing towards baby Rachel.

Jess smiled and nodded his head in approval. "I guess so. Do you guys want to order any food?"

Rory captured Logan's stare and begged to stay for food. He nodded his head, leaning down to press his lips to her cheek. Rory heard Katherine's "awe" and blushed.

"Yes, please."

The world may call it a second chance, but when I came back it was more of a relapse. Anticipation's on the other line and obsession called while you were out. Oh, it called while you were out.

"And then, in front of everyone at the launch, he got down on one knee. He was covered in the spilled champagne, but I still said yes. And the kiss was rather sweet afterwards."

The evening was getting chillier and the stories were dying down. Katherine and Jess switched between holding Rachel who had yet to wake up. Logan had laughed along with everyone and even shared a few of his own stories.

"That's a very romantic proposal, Jess. I never thought you'd get there," Rory admitted, laughing.

Jess smiled at her, his teeth on display. "I know. I never thought I would, either. But when you know, well, you know," Katherine's cheeks flamed and Jess bent over to kiss her for about the millionth time that afternoon.

At the sound of her parents lips smacking, Rachel stirred. She reached her tiny arms up and scrunched her face, letting out a guttural squeal.

"Oh, gosh. I've got to feed her. I'll be in the car, Jess," Katherine got up from the table. "It was so lovely to meet you, Rory. And you, Logan." Rory nodded her head and waved goodbye as Katherine wandered off.

"I've got to go to the bathroom really bad," Logan said as he stood up. He leaned in to kiss Rory's temple before entering the restaurant.

"Alone at last," Jess said teasingly. Rory kicked his leg. "Ouch, Rory."

She laughed and placed her hands on the table, straightening her posture. "What are you really doing here, Jess?" Rory asked. Logan had been a gentleman all night, but Jess continued to glare at him whenever he thought Rory wasn't watching.

"Ugh, you're going to make me say it, aren't you?" Rory didn't say anything, she just frowned expectantly. "Luke wanted me to check on you."

"No!" Rory gasped, her eyes widening.

"Hey, he was worried. So was Lorelai. I said I'd see how you were," Jess looked at her anxiously. "But I was expecting a depressed version of you. I didn't know you had gotten back together with Mr. Fancypants."

"He's a lot better now, Jess. And actually, he's the reason I'm so happy."

"Are you sure?" Jess asked, frowning.

"Trust me, please. I was so lost and angry before he reentered my life. I was working at a freaking bookstore. Life had no real meaning for me. But he came into the store one day, with a handful of books I had told him about, and instantly had me. He's it, I think."

Rory was talking to herself more than Jess now. He was it. There was no turning away from this. She wasn't being stupid or naive or even speedy with the decision. He'd been it since he first knocked on her dorm door all those long years ago.

"You're happy?" He asked, reaching over to take her hand.

She held on and nodded. "I am so freaking happy, Jess."

"Ace, you ready to go?" Logan exited the restaurant with a big smirk on his face. Had he heard her? No…no.

"Yes, Logan, let's go look at more stupid apartment buildings," Rory said getting up. She walked to Jess and held her arms open. He met her embrace with enthusiasm.

"Let's not forget you're engaged, buddy," Logan said mockingly.

"Right, right. How foolish me. I'll see you around, okay? Maybe not for a little while, but I will see you. Okay?"

"Yes, yes. Okay. Bye, Jess. Good luck with the baby and the wife," Rory said as Jess once again shook hands with Logan. She stepped over to Logan as Jess walked off into the glowing sunset. He grabbed her arm and started them on their walk home.

"That was actually kind of fun," Logan's confused expression made Rory smile.

"You sound surprised, Logan," Rory laughed out, watching his eyes flame in the sunlight.

"Eh, I guess I just wasn't expecting it," he bent down to kiss her lips. It was chaste and sweet, but her head spun with wanton heat. "Oh, by the way," he continued as they walked. "You've got an interview on Monday with the Hartford Courant."

"What?" Rory gulped, nearly smacking into a lamppost.

"Yeah, they've got a nice spot open for you," he chuckled as her grip tightened. She jumped up and down repeatedly for a moment.

"I love you."

Logan ceased their walk. He let go of her hand and stared at her, mouth agape.

Shit. Rory thought. Too soon?

"Move in with me."

Rory spluttered. "What?"

"Move in with me. Again. Forget looking at stupid apartments. I've got enough room for a large colony of rats in that townhouse. It get's lonely. Come on, Ace. Move in with me. I promise I'll kick the rats out," Logan sounded desperate. Rory was caught off guard with the sincerity in his voice. It shook with need.

"I-" she broke, taking a breath. "Yes." No thinking. Just doing.

Logan's arms were around her before she could blink, squeezing all the love out of her. He broke away, grabbing at her face. He leant his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed but he was smiling brightly.

"Say it again."

Rory giggled. "Logan Huntzberger, I love you."

"God, I love you too, Ace."

He pressed his lips to hers in a flurry of heat. He attacked her soul with his fervor, soaked her in his glory. People passed them and grumbled their dissatisfaction, but neither Rory nor Logan cared.

Eventually, though, they needed air outside of their bubble and they broke away.

They ran the rest of the way home.

Home.

Their home.

Asleep in the hive, I guess all the buzzing got to me. Well, I'm still alive. At night your body is a symphony. And I'm conducting.

He set her on the bed, their naked bodies sweating nervously with inexperience. Logan had said a little after they reconnected that he had remained celibate for a while, not necessarily by his own choice, but because he was still hung up on a girl who broke his heart years ago. Rory had grinned and simply kissed him then.

But now, there was nothing to hold them back.

As the sun descended behind the earth, following the sea around to the other half of the world, Rory Gilmore finally became real.

Logan pressed kisses everywhere, leaving a trail of erotic fire in place of his lips. Rory writhed beneath him, feeling a tightening in her stomach. Her body rippled with a want that only Logan could vanquish.

His fingers purposefully grazed up her sides, causing squeals of delight to escape her throat. He kissed her lips as though this was the last time the opportunity would present itself. Her thoughts glazed over as euphoria took control.

He sucked and licked and bit down, enjoying the sounds he was able to elicit from her. Her breaths came out heavy and jumbled together. They mixed with his own shaky, intoxicating exhalation.

They were bare together, their bodies naked and their hearts stripped. When he was ready and when she was begging, he took the descent into the electric unknown.

She'd missed it. She had. His body rocking above her, pressing against her, loving her. It was powerful and passionate and filled her with an urgency she'd never felt before.

He whispered his love for her and she replied with elated nods and twists of his hair and kisses to his lips, throat, collarbone. Her hands grabbed at his jaw every now and again to fuse their lips together. His stubble tingled her fingertips and sent shots of adrenaline through her bloodstream.

It ended like always.

He groaned her name into her mouth as he desperately tried not to shake and she held onto his shoulders in hopes that they would literally meld together and stay like this for the rest of time.

But they had to disentangle themselves eventually.

And when their high left them, they were still smiling like idiots in love. Because that's what they were; they were the stupidest, most in love people the world had ever seen. They disregarded the idea that they were anything else.

Put another X on the calendar, summer's on its deathbed. There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends. And I meant everything I said that night. I will come back to life, but only for you. Only for you.

Current Time

"Hi, honey, I'm home!" Rory called as she closed the door to their place. The day had been long and wearing. All she wanted to do was curl into Logan and forget that assholes who thought their articles were more important than hers existed.

When she didn't hear Logan's reply, she kicked her shoes off and slumped her bag down by the door. Walking up the stairs, she saw all of the lights were off.

Her face rumpled in puzzlement. "Logan, are you home?"

Rory flipped on the lights, seeing nothing out of order. Her book still lay on the coffee table, the remote control for the television was haphazardly balanced on the sofa.

She entered the kitchen and saw that Logan had at least eaten dinner. Must be napping. She hoped that his day hadn't been so bad.

Deciding that she wasn't all that hungry, Rory plopped on the sofa and picked up her book. She flipped to the awaiting page, glancing towards their bedroom door one last time before turning her attention to the rereading of The Perks of Being A Wallflower.

She read:

Dear Rory,

My beautiful Rory, my Ace girl.

This isn't Stephen Chbosky's novel.

I remember the first (fine, the second time we met. Don't come screaming saying I forgot again) time I saw you. You were hanging flyers for the wake of the professor Paris was involved with. I was stupid and young and full of myself when I met you. I was cocky and thought that I'd be able to snag you and then leave you. What I didn't realise was how hard I was falling for you.

I thought maybe the reason I was so caught up with you was because you refused my advances. You wanted commitment and I didn't. So maybe if I slept with you, I would get over you. And then you gave in and I definitely didn't - couldn't - get over you. If anything, I collapsed into you.

You've been running around with a piece of my soul ever since that night. I think that's why it hurt so bad when you left me. Because I was a part of you, but maybe you weren't yet a part of me.

I set my mind on forgetting you, but it didn't work. Not at all. When I saw you again, I realised my falling for you hadn't ever stopped. And when you gave in again, I knew this was it. I knew you were it. I knew it seven years ago and I knew it two months ago and I know it now.

I'm scared of this. I've been alone for a long time, following your ghost around. But you're mine, I know that. I feel it whenever you look at me, whenever you touch me. It's in your scent and it's laced on your lips.

So, what do you say, Ace? My wonderful, talented, perfect, loving, and absolutely breathtaking Ace.

Forever yours,

Logan.

"What do I say?" Rory asked out loud, tears staining the page. This letter was attached to the spine of the book. It was a part of the book. It was a part of the story.

"What do you say, Ace?" Logan's voice startled her. She jumped up, the book falling from her lap. Logan bent down to retrieve it, remaining on his knee by her feet.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black box.

Rory's heart was exploding in slow motion.

"It's not too soon, you can't say that. I refuse to let you say that," Logan's voice was tight and raw with emotion. "Rory Gilmore, the wonderful Rory, will you marry me?"

He said the words slowly as if allowing them to sink into her thought process.

Marry?

"I-" she broke off, shaking the tears that had welled in her eyes. She got down on her knees, coming face to face with the man she loved. "Yes."

Simple. Her world changing forever because of a monosyllable word.

Logan's face sparked, his eyes widening like he just realised what he'd done.

He kissed her quickly, pulling her head to his. He kissed her jaw all the way to the base of her throat.

"How'd you do it?" She asked breathlessly.

Logan chortled, still kissing along her collarbone. "Remember how Jess works for a publishing company?" He replied between kisses. She nodded her head and hoped she wouldn't have to speak. "Right, well he was able to get a reprint on the book because the movie came out not so long ago. It blew up again this past summer, the sales on the book, and his company got the rights to reprint. I had him add that just for you. Your own special copy."

He kissed her lips longingly.

"Oh, I need to put the ring on," he said, grabbing her left hand and sliding the ring down. It fit perfectly.

"It'll take some getting used to," Rory said elegantly, admiring the simple solitaire diamond.

"It's not the same one, don't worry."

Logan must have seen her eyes wavering.

"Good. Is it white gold or silver?" She asked, not really caring but rather wanting to stop herself from having a complete mental breakdown.

"White Gold. More expensive than silver."

"I have to call my mom!" Rory cried, jumping up.

"You can call her later, Ace. Don't you wanna have completely passionate, wild proposal sex first?"

Logan looked at Rory expectantly, his eyebrows quirked up in question. She stared at the ring on her finger, a wave of elation washing over her.

"You're right," she said. "The call can wait."

"God, kiss me woman," Logan moaned. "Kiss me while we're far too young to die."

As they got lost in each others touch, their worlds met for the final time. There would be no parting after this. Their bodies may disconnect, but their stars were joined together permanently, glued by the love of these people.

It was their thing: meeting, falling in love, falling not quite out of love, and falling in love over and over and over again.

They are written in the stars; an endless romantic story.


A/N 2: What did you think? Sappy ending? Too cliché or something? I do like a stupidly dramatic ending. A clincher ending is the best. Onto the music!

I added again the Panic! at the Disco theme. Their song Far Too Young To Die was referenced quite a bit, especially towards the end. It was the song Rory was listening to in the shower. Listen to that song. It's good. Find the little nods to it in the story. And of course, The Calendar played a ginormous role during the whole backtracking Rory and Logan's relationship. I had fun trying to figure out how to create a story revolved around those lyrics.

Only 64 more days until I see those guys in show again! So excited.

Look for more updates on Adam and Eve and keep a look out for new stuff. I've got plenty brewing in my head.

Sincerely yours,

(insert name here)