Rory and Logan spent the next several minutes battling for supremacy. This was not an occasion for a chaste kiss; it was one that required all their unused passion and love to be put in it. Neither had realized how freeing the action could be, and instantly they both felt lighter and happier with themselves. Logan had begun to intensify the liplock when Rory reluctantly pushed away. Logan looked confused at the action, so Rory started talking before he got the wrong idea.

"Now, it's not that I don't approve of what we were just doing, because god, how I approve," this drew a smirk from Logan, "but I thought you were going to take some time to think about things, and then come back and tell me your decision."

"I thought I made my decision pretty clear just then Ace, what do you think?" Logan asked her amused.

Rory closed what little distance there was between them again and told him what she thought, "I think you want there to be an us again, either that or that was one hell of a goodbye forever kiss."

"Lucky for both of us that wasn't a goodbye forever kiss."

"Lucky for both of us? You think very highly of your abilities Huntzberger."

"You haven't told me I was wrong in saying that."

"Because you know you were right."

"Great, so now can we go back to not kissing goodbye?" Logan leaned in an effort to finish what they started, but Rory continued to have questions.

"Soon, there'll be plenty of time for that Logan, and I am looking very forward to it. I just need to know a few things. You know me, I like to know things," Rory smiled at him, hoping that it would offset some feelings of disappointment for the not immediate continuation of physical contact.

"Yeah I do, good to know some things never change. But could we not do this standing? It seems like we're having a confrontation. I don't want that," Logan suggested.

"And who would we be giving the wrong impression, the x-ray vision people across the hall?" Rory asked but when Logan remained silent she knew he was serious and took his suggestion to heart. "Sure Logan, lets sit on the bed."

They made their way to the edge of the bed, her hand finding his, and her head finding a comfortable spot on his shoulder.

"So what do you want to know?" Logan asked.

"I guess my curiosity is centered in knowing what made you choose us again? What made you choose me? In what has it been? Seven hours?"

"Rory," he used her actual name for emphasis, "the decision was a lot longer than seven hours in the making. I started thinking about if there could be an us again the moment you appeared at my door and to be honest initially I didn't think we could have an us the first night. Not with how much anger I was feeling, but talking to you every night made me remember what we had and how much I liked it, and how much I liked myself around you. It wasn't only during those times by the apartment door either, it was at work too, everyone noticed, and liked, the change in me since you came. I just had to have enough faith in you that you wouldn't give up on me like before. And while I can't fully explain it, you've showed me. You showed me that you would be there, you wouldn't throw us away, and that I could trust you again."

Rory was moved by his words but had to ask a few more questions, "But what about you being changed and not knowing if I could fit in your life now?"

"I'm not going to lie to you Rory, I have changed. I'm more responsible since coming here, I'm more mature. I won't be out drinking every weekend. I'm not going to jump off cliffs or scaffolding or anything like that in the near future, sure I'll still have fun and trust me we will have fun, but I've grown up. Now, I know it's a bit of a change since we were last together, but do you still want to be with me, knowing all that?"

Rory's head lifted from his shoulder and her delicate hand tilted his head so that they could look into each others eyes, "All you said, just makes me want you more. If you remember correctly the whole jumping off cliffs thing didn't work out so well," Logan chuckled, "one last question, and you don't have to answer now."

"Shoot."

"What's going to happen after I go back to School, which I'm leaning towards doing in January, I'm fine with doing the long-distance thing until your year is up, but what happens after that?"

"I'm not sure about all the specifics, but I will find out, and I'll tell you everything I know in the morning, but right now, I've got other things on my mind."

"Oh yeah, what are they?"

"Just wondering if it's too forward to ask someone on the first date back to my place?"

"I'm sure that's stopped you before," Rory told him, having fun with his playboy past.

"You know you've always been different, have always been special," Logan said sincerely gently caressing her cheek with his hand.

"I know," Rory said quietly, almost lost with the feel of Logan's hand on her skin again, "and to answer your first question with another one: Do you honestly think either of us will be able to make it back to your place?"

Logan smiled, "and this bed is already here, it's very convenient."

"You sure you're ready for that? You don't think it's too soon?" There was nothing more that Rory wanted than to have Logan and her cement their togetherness in the most intimate of ways, but wondered if this was all too much too soon.

"Ace, trust me, I'm ready for this again. Are you? I mean if you're not I understand, I mean it's not as if either of us was pre…" Now it was Logan's turn to be cut off by a pair of lips.

A minute into the festivities, Rory was able to whisper something into Logan's ear, "That answer your question?"

A soft "yeah" was all Logan could get out before both of them lay horizontal on the bed, both eager to relearn everything about one another.

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Logan was the first one to awake in the morning, it was the first Saturday he didn't go into work in a long time and he couldn't think of a better way of spending it. He slowly opened his eyes and focused on head of his girlfriend lying on his bare chest. Much better than work he thought to himself. He moved his arm so that he could reach the phone to dial room service for him and Rory, hoping not to wake Rory. He ordered an assortment of breakfast foods: pancakes; eggs; bacon; sausage; croissants; and of course a lot of coffee.

"Sounds delicious," said a voice semi-muffled by his chest.

"Sorry," Logan chided himself for thinking he could have ordered breakfast so close without waking Rory up. "I thought I could do it without waking you up."

"Who said you woke me up? I've been up for about twenty minutes, just relishing where I am."

"So your head on top of my chest is a good place to be?"

"Right now, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," Rory said as she moved from his chest, to her pillows by the head board.

"She said as she moved from said place," Logan said voice full of amusement."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure a return trip will be made this morning. Just have to get some energy."

"Yeah, we did expend a few calories last night."

"Yeah, we did. Best. Workout. Ever."

Rory and Logan lay together in the bed, taking each other's presence in, waiting for their breakfast to arrive. Both knew that when they were finished the question that was left unanswered last night was going to be asked again, and this time an answer would be given. Rory thought about the possibility that nights like last night with Logan would be a once in a blue moon occurrence with his work taking him all over the world. She didn't like the thought, but realized that one night with Logan like she had just experienced was worth a lifetime with someone else.

Logan thought about what he was going to say, he didn't know much about his future. All he knew was that he was going to take over the company and his father would ensure that he was groomed properly for doing so. Before, Logan would have just went along with this blindly, not caring what other aspects of his life suffered, but looking at the beauty that was his Ace beside him Logan knew that he would have to start dictating his own terms to his father, and he would have to do it soon.