AN: I've been a bad, bad girl. It's been so long since I updated this or anything. I'm so sorry, but hopefully you've all been too busy with Christmas to notice my sheer rudeness. This is short and sweet. I just wanted to get something out there. So, Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year if I don't manage to update before then. This is my belated gift to you. As always read and review. Even if it's just to tell me how bad I really am. :D

I do not own anything but I wish I owned Mr Czuchry. Unfortunately, Santa forgot to deliver him to me. :sigh:

Someday

Chapter Six: When A Plan Comes Together

The fluttering of her eyelashes held him captive as he watched her sleeping peacefully. The anticipation he felt at her waking from her slumber caused his stomach to tie itself in knots. He had no idea how he could have survived so long without being able to enjoy the sight he saw before him; Rory Gilmore. Peaceful. Here.

Logan lay on his side, his hand holding his head in place as he peered down at this sleeping angel. He memorised every inch of her glorious appearance, afraid that he would soon wake up to find that everything had been a dream. His breathing matched her even breaths, his fingers itched to reach out and stroke her soft, shiny hair away from her face. He moved closer and let her scent wash over him, closing his eyes in contentment. Nothing else mattered in the world. Here he was with Rory lying beside him and he had never felt more alive in his life. He felt like he had been stuck in slow motion for the past three years and now everything had sped up. All he wanted to do was pause this moment and enjoy being with his Rory, his Ace. His angel. The love of his life.

He knew now that he was never going to let her go again. He wouldn't let her slip out of his grasp this time. Whatever problems that came their way, he would move heaven and earth to solve them.

Moving closer to her, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead before breathing in her glorious scent. He smiled broadly and silently thanked Emily Gilmore for inviting him to her Christmas party. He would have to make a mental note to send her a token of his appreciation.

"You're nose is cold." Rory wriggled underneath him as she slowly readjusted to consciousness. Logan looked down, his smile still as bright as ever as he lost himself in her azure eyes.

"I see you're just as crabby in the morning as you always were." He said teasingly. Rory's brow furrowed as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and slowly sat up. Logan lay back and admired the sight of a slightly disoriented Rory as she glanced around the room, taking in her surroundings.

"I'm not crabby. I just haven't had my caffeine fix yet," she turned to look at him and pouted. "If you were any kind of gentleman, you would've gotten me some before I woke up."

His eyes fell on her enticingly exposed back as she remained sitting upright. Unable to stop himself, he ran his finger slowly over the soft expanse of naked flesh. He smirked as he noticed her reactionary shiver under his featherlike touch. He sat up and let his fingers tangle in her already messy bed hair before brushing her soft tresses out of the way to reveal more of her perfect alabaster skin to him. He bent down and placed a trail of kisses over her neck. Rory's breath hitched and she unconsciously tilted her head to the side, giving Logan better access.

"Mmm." Rory's eyes rolled back in her head as Logan bit down on her collarbone. She was enjoying the feel of his hands roaming over her back as well. In fact, she was more than willing to let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. Last night had been one of the most incredible nights of her life. She wanted to just relive it over and over again. However, as Logan slowly licked his way over her neck and to her jaw, she began to remember just exactly where they were. They were in her Grandparents pool house, and any minute now, one of or both could walk in on them. That was not something she wanted to see happen. So, using all of her strength, she pulled away from her long lost lover and wrapped herself in the sheet that was covering them.

"Logan, we really need to stop." she told him. Logan's eyes were full of lust as he gazed back at her. He quickly made a move towards her in an effort to pick up where he left off, but she was faster than he was and jumped up off the bed, leaving him completely exposed as the sheet came with her. "Logan!"

Unmoved by the fact that he was lying on the bed in all his naked glory, Logan smirked at her and reached out a hand for her.

"Do you want me to beg?" he quirked one eyebrow at her suggestively. Rory shuddered under his heated gaze.

"My grandparents…"

"Are not here. How often do they come out here anyway?" Rory's breathing became shaky as he drew closer to her. She tried her hardest not to look at him, but her eyes were automatically drawn to him. He was force of nature. She couldn't help but just openly gawk at him. He truly was a beautiful example of the masculine form. His perfectly chiselled body was just calling out to her and after so long having gone without being able to touch him whenever she wanted, her resolve was paper thin. By the look on Logan's face, he knew he was winning her over.

"Logan…" She chewed on her bottom lip as she contemplated getting back in bed and letting him do whatever he wanted to do to her. Her body was his willing slave but her brain was more reserved about their location. She really didn't want to give her Grandparents heart attacks the day before Christmas.

"Come on, Ace!" Logan's voice was low and husky. She managed to pull her eyes away from other parts of his anatomy in time to see the huge grin he had on his face. His eyes were so intent on hers, it made her stomach flip.

Desperately, she tried to find something in her mind to distract her from the overwhelming sight before her, but she found it increasingly impossible to ignore her body's natural response to him.

"Obama!" She blurted out absently as her eyes drifted over his lower half. Logan quirked an eyebrow at her, puzzled by her outburst.

"Excuse me?" A half smirk played on his lips as he watched Rory's frantic eyes look everywhere else but at him.

"Barack Obama." She continued, unsure herself what the President of the United States had to do with anything.

"Yes, Ace. I know who he is." Logan nodded sarcastically. He pulled himself upright and kept his gaze on Rory. She was standing at the foot of the bed, holding onto the bed sheet, which was wrapped securely around her body, for dear life. Her hair was in disarray, and she had lipstick smeared on her cheek, but he had never seen her looking more enticing than at that moment. He struggled to contain his massive need to touch her. He missed not holding her. His whole body burned for her.

"I thought about you." She eventually managed to process her thoughts. "When he won the election. I wanted to call you that day, but…"

"You thought about me?" He looked up and met her gaze. She was still nervously chewing on her bottom lip, taunting him unknowingly.

"I was there in Chicago when he was giving his speech. I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't know…"

"I thought about you too." He admitted hesitantly. "I watched it on TV and I knew you'd be there. I kept hoping that maybe I'd see you standing in the crowd."

Rory smiled and finally held his gaze. Logan smiled back. "There have been so many times I wanted to…"

His voice trailed off as he lost himself in her cerulean orbs.

"Me too." Rory agreed without letting him finish his sentence. She knew him so well, she could read his mind.

Again, they both smiled at each other. Logan slid to the edge of the bed and grasped her soft hand in his. He pulled her closer so that she was standing between his legs and then looked up at her.

"Well, we're here now." Rory whispered in a soft voice, her eyes locked in a trance with his. Logan's smile widened into a smirk.

"Yeah. We are. So what now?" He let his hand wander down over her thigh and back up to gently cup her behind. He gave her a light squeeze in an effort to let her know what he was thinking.

Rory giggled and then moved her hands over his and pulled out of his grasp. "Now, we get dressed."

She practically skipped out of the bedroom, giggling as she heard Logan's agonised groan. She missed that groan. She missed everything about him. His smell, his touch. The way he looked at her. She missed him.

Having spent the night getting reacquainted with each other physically, Rory had awoken in the small hours of the morning and just watched him. She found being in his presence again mesmerising. He looked the same as he always did but somehow different. He still had the little scar on his chin from when Finn hit him 'accidentally' with a hockey stick one year. He still slept with his mouth opened. He still talked in his sleep; something she had always found endearing and slightly insightful.

However, in the almost four years since they had been apart, something's had changed. His hair was longer than the last time she had seen him. He needed a haircut. He had switched his aftershave. He no longer smelled of lavender. It was more a cinnamon kind of smell. His face looked tired, like he had spent one too many nights falling asleep at his desk and he had lost weight. He was still muscular, but she could tell that he had definitely lost a few pounds.

But he was still Logan. He still looked like her Logan and deep in her heart she still very much wanted him to be her Logan once again.

Standing in the middle of the living area, she found her eyes drifting towards the couch where their tryst had began the previous night. Their clothing was strewn all around the floor as evidence of their insatiable desire. Rory felt her cheeks redden as she remembered just how desperate they had been for each other. She had never experienced something as raw and powerful in her whole life. With Logan there had always been heat and passion between them but it seemed that the long separation had only intensified their need for one another. She couldn't get enough of him.

Reaching down, she picked up her dress. She examined it closely looking for any tears. There were none, thankfully. She let the sheet drop from her body and then pulled the dress over her head, covering her body. She then turned her attention to finding her underwear. The last thing she wanted was for the maid to find her delicates. How would she explain that to her grandparents?

Speaking of her Grandparents, she was certain that they had played a significant role in her and Logan's reunion. And as much as she hated people interfering in her life, she was eternally grateful to them for giving her the greatest Christmas gift she could have ever hoped for. They gave her Logan.

A huge smile covered her face and her heart swelled as she thought of him. She felt so happy and content having him back in her life again. But she needed to keep her feet firmly planted on the ground. She couldn't just go diving into things with him again. Although, that was basically what she had already done. She needed to be smart about this. They needed to have a conversation about what they both wanted. In fact, they needed to have a conversation about what they had been doing for the last four years. Time had passed and things had changed. They had changed. She wasn't naïve enough to think that they could just pick up where they left off. They had both gone through things and experienced life without the other being apart of it. There were bound to be things that they needed to adjust to.

Not to mention the fact that she had no idea where his head was at regarding their future status. Was this just a one time thing? Closure? Or did he want her back again? Did he want her? How would things work out with her still in London and him in California? Would she move back to the States? Would she move to California? Would he come back to the east coast?

So many questions were whirling around in her mind that she didn't notice the door open and her Grandmother appear.

"Rory?!" Emily's eyes widened in surprise as she saw her Granddaughter standing in the middle of the room looking dazed. "What are you doing in here? Did you sleep in here?"

It took a few seconds for Rory to process the scenario she found herself in. Her Grandmother was here, looking at her questioningly while her ex-boyfriend/current lover was naked in the next room. Her face paled at the thought.

"Grandma! Hi!" Rory's voice came out slightly higher pitched than she would have liked. "Um, I was…" She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot searching her brain for something that would explain why she was standing there looking so gormless.

"Are you alright, dear?" Emily narrowed her eyes at her Granddaughter's rumpled appearance. Her hair was a mess and she was certain she had lipstick smudged on her cheek.

"Yeah, I just…"

"If you wanted to stay, you should have said. I would have had Elise make up your old room for you. Instead of sleeping out here in the…" Emily's voice trailed off as her eyes focused on the very familiar half naked man who entered from the room behind her Granddaughter. It was Logan. He had a sheet wrapped around his waist and smirk on his face.

"Hello Emily." He greeted her with a nod of the head and took his place beside Rory. The younger Gilmore had a look on her face like she was a deer caught in headlights. Her face was pale and her body was frozen in horror as soon as she heard him speak. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, hoping that he was just a mirage and that she wasn't standing in front of her Grandmother, wearing no underwear, while next to a man who was wearing no clothes and only a sheet to hide his modesty.

She closed her eyes awaiting the impending freak out from Emily but was shocked when the only words she heard coming from her Grandmother's lips were a very heartfelt "Hello, Logan. It's nice to see you."

Rory's eyes sprung open and her jaw hit the floor as she noticed Emily Gilmore grinning like a Cheshire cat as Logan sidled up beside her and slung his arm around her waist. Rory remained frozen in terror as Logan gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"Well, isn't this a lovely surprise?" Emily acknowledged the scene before her. Although, she wasn't particularly happy at what had obviously been going on between the pair, she could overlook it for the fact that they were together. Her plan had worked. "You two must be famished. How about I have Elise make you up some breakfast?"

"Oh no Grandma that won't be-"

"Great!" Logan cut her off with a grin. "Just give us five minutes and we'll be right there."

Emily smiled again and then bid her farewell. She closed the door behind her and grinned from ear to ear.

Meddling works!