A/N: Ah, the first installment of the Rory-and-Logan-Dating-Chronicles. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D
Detergent and CrossWords
Her phone rang and she reached for it on her dresser, tossing a used shirt behind her onto the bed. She accepted the call and then wedged it between her cheek and shoulder as she reached for her towels and carried them over to the laundry basket resting on her bed.
"Hello," she mumbled.
"Hey Ace, what are you up to?"
"Oh, you know, just solving world hunger."
"Wonderful, so I'll pick you up in twenty?"
She sat next to the basket and said, "I'd love to but I really am busy."
"You do know that I don't buy the whole world hunger thing."
She smiled. "No, I need to do laundry."
"Ace-"
"I'm a college student, Logan. Which means that I really should have done this laundry two days ago. I'm out of underwear."
"I'll buy you more."
"I need to get this done."
"Fine, well, how about you wait twenty minutes and I'll keep you company."
Rory switched the phone to her other ear. "You want to do my laundry with me?"
"I want to see you and if it includes laundry, well, so be it."
"You're such a good boyfriend."
"Who would have known, huh? I'm going to leave now so I'll be there soon."
"Alright, I guess I can wait," Rory told him, smiling at the thought of her and Logan doing laundry together. "Can't wait to flirt with you over detergent."
ROGAN-ROGAN-ROGAN
"Have you not done laundry in three months?" Logan asked, helping Rory sort her mass of clothes. "Seriously, this is a lot of laundry."
"I told you I put it off for a long time," Rory said, picking up a knit shirt and examining it. "Where does this go?"
"With your jeans?" he suggested. "It's dark."
"But it's not pants. Won't it make it pill or something?"
He put up his hands and said, "You're asking the wrong person, Ace. I have a woman come in once a month to do mine."
"You are so self-sufficient," she mocked lightly. "Well, I'll put it with my delicates."
"I don't think that's right."
She frowned. "Well, then where the hell does it go?"
"Just start a different pile of all knits," he suggested, beginning to pick out the other knits from the various piles.
"But, what about the different colors?"
"Just keep the whites separate."
Rory eyed him warily but nonetheless began to add more knits to the pile but told him, "If any of these change color I am making you buy me new ones."
"That's fair." He reached into the laundry basket. "Almost done!"
He reached in and pulled out a lacy pair of underwear. He held it in front of him with a smirk and asked, "Why have I never seen these, Ace?"
"Hey," she breathed out, snatching them from him.
"You should wear ones like that more often."
"Hush or you won't see my panties, period."
"You're cruel," he teased.
"And you are a perv."
"Who is helping you do your laundry," he pointed out. "Be nice now."
She chuckled, opening up one of the washing machines and tossing in the first load. She went to reach for the detergent but Logan pressed it into her hand. She gave him a quick smile and poured in the correct amount. She went on to fill the other machines and then sat herself at the lone table in the laundry room. When Logan didn't move she patted the seat next to her and he said, "We're not going to just sit here, are we?"
"We have to," she said. "Last time I left my clothes here someone took them and put them on the floor."
One glance at the stained floor brought Logan to the seat beside her and he admitted, "You have a point."
"Yes, I do."
"So, how long will this take?"
She glanced at the machine. "Roughly forty minutes."
"Now I know why I have someone do this for me."
"Marriage is going to be a rude awakening for you," Rory teased. "What's going to happen if your wife won't do your laundry?"
His eyes twinkled as he retorted, "Part of the prenup."
She laughed, "You drive a hard bargain, huh?"
"You know me too well, Ace. So, what do you propose we do for this 40 minutes?"
She spied a newspaper on the edge of the table and reached for it. She flipped through it quickly and found a crossword table, looking at him expectantly. He shrugged and said, "Why not? Let's hear the first clue."
ROGAN-ROGAN-ROGAN
The machine beeped but both ignored it as they leaned over the crossword puzzle. Rory's hair was now in a haphazard bun that she had hastily made around the eighth clue. Logan was resting his head on his hand, working hard on the clue.
"It's on the tip of my tongue," he said. "I know the word-I swear I do."
"To hide away," Rory read, screwing up her mouth in thought. "This should be easy. I mean, we are two Yale students! How do we not know this?"
"No idea," Logan huffed. "But we are going to figure this out."
"I need put my clothes in the dryer," Rory said reluctantly and he absentmindedly gestured for her to go and said, "You can think of words while you're carrying your clothes across the room."
She stood up and looked down at him, her hands planted on her waist. "Care to help, Huntzberger?"
He stood up and followed her over to the washers. Together they moved the clothes relatively quickly and returned to the table, huddled around the single crossword puzzle. They shot back possible words.
"Escape."
"No, too short. Disappear?"
"Still too short. What is this damn word?"
They were silent, both of them going through their mental dictionaries with Rory biting at her lip while Logan tapped his foot against the floor. Suddenly Logan's foot halted and he blurted, "Ensconce!"
Rory's eyes snapped down to the crossword puzzle and she smiled triumphantly as she trilled, "It fits!" She wrote it in and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. "Alright, next clue."
"The Way Robert Redford Was," Logan read. Without hesitation Rory said, "Hubbel Gardener."
"Huh?"
"The Way We Were, a classic."
Gardener did not fit but Hubbel did and Logan shook his head in silent appreciation as he read the next clue. This one he knew without much thought and he penned in the answer. Rory yelped a bit in excitement and cooed, "We are such a good team. Look at us dominating laundry and crosswords."
He grinned. "We're one of a kind."
ROGAN-ROGAN-ROGAN
"All done," Rory said, folding the last of her clothes and placing it on top of the laundry basket. Logan was sitting at the table, still poring over the crossword puzzle.
"Aha!" he said, triumphantly scribbling something onto the puzzle. "Done with this, too!"
She went over to him and asked, "We got the last clue?"
"You bet."
She grinned, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. "So, want to help me put away my laundry?"
He looked up at her and said, "Ace, really?"
"Maybe I can model that pair of underwear you liked so much."
His eyes lit up. "Lead the way, Ace. Lead the way."
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