Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls, or any of their characters. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: My first drabble. Actually, it's more of a teaser for a (hopefully) novel-length fic I've been writing. I've been known to loose interest in fics midway, so I'll try to have it done completely before posting.
So…here's the teaser before the real story goes live. Since it's still in the works, suggestions and comments will be very much appreciated.
Undertow
"You're right. I look and feel like crap," Logan announced without preamble when Rory opened the door. "And yes. It is your fault. Ever since you left me, I've had around four hours of sleep a night. With all the drama from my grandfather's death and taking over the company, I'm getting pretty much no sleep at all."
Logan took a deep breath. "So get this straight. I still don't want to hear you apologize; I don't even want to hear you talk. I don't want platitudes, comforting words, or sex. I just want to sleep and have everything be ok for one night."
Rory wordlessly stepped aside. Within minutes, they were in Rory's bed, Logan clutching on to her for dear life, shaking with silent tears.