Rory never thought of herself as a woman of poor choices. Quite the opposite, she had always made the right choices. Since Kindergarten she always managed to steer clear of peer pressure and be patient when needed. In her teen years she was never one to sneak out after hours or paint the town or drink at parties. Her keen ability to what was always responsible and reasonable was what helped her through high school, what got her into Yale, and what lead her to meet Logan Huntzberger – the man that led her to recent poor decision making.

"You feel so good." Breathed Logan into his wife's ear when he managed to get a handful of breast under her pajamas.

Rory giggled at the teenaged enthusiasm of her husband and braced herself when he used his tongue to evoke the most sensational feelings on her lips. The tragic part of it all was that she wasn't allowed to move. This had been their game for the past week and it helped them keep their sanity, for the most part. Rory was beginning to feel the truth in the claims of Dr. Wise, apparently sharing a bed despite how simple the notion actually did help save a marriage. Within only a week of Logan moving her things into his bedroom their interactions with each other began to get friendlier. Rory suspected that it was because they both were not interested in going to bed with an angry spouse by their side. So they both settled on being civil, however, civil actions became late night talks while they waited for the sleep and those led to good night kisses which eventually became second and third base.

Rory kept convincing herself that what they were doing wasn't a huge deal. They weren't procreating every morning like most married couples. They were just choosing to de-stress before the beginning of a long day. They had both even agreed on boundary rules so that they wouldn't get carried away. After all, it was suppose to be relaxing not a romp fest. The rules were simple, one person forgoes the ability to move while their partner can perform any type of relaxing activity except performing any of sex act. They both took turns and it was something that took a tremendous deal of patience from Logan who grudgingly agreed to the whole thing. It didn't surprise Rory that he chose kissing as his activity while hers was more simple, massages. Now their mornings were a lot more comfortable for the both of them and it eliminated a lot of attitudes towards their co-works who were all still reeling from the news of their marriage.

When Rory noticed that Logan began to pull down the silk material of her pajama pants she quickly stopped him.

"Your not suppose to move!" He accused.

"You were breaking the rules!" She insisted.

"Which rule? The one where I can't take any clothes off or the one where feeling is only limited to a couple seconds or the one where nothing below the belt can be seen? Because I assure you, I was keeping every rule in mind." His dashing smirk let her know that he didn't take any of her rules seriously.

"Are you making fun of the rules? You didn't seem to mind them when you were agreeing." She laughed.

"It was all I could do to touch my wife."

"So you weren't being honest when you agreed to follow the rules?" She asked gravely.

"Of course I was! I even offered to spit on it." He joked.

Her face showed the disgust he was hoping for.

"When will you start acting your age?" She asked.

He didn't miss a beat,"When you stop acting yours." Then he maneuvered himself to be able to pull down her bottoms with his teeth.

When she felt his hot breath and saw his pearly whites pulling at her matching shorts she nearly combusted from the inside out. This man was truly going to be the death of her.

"I have to get ready for work." She said while quickly sitting up and finding her way out and away from his strong grip.

He looked confused when he saw her jump out of bed, "Ace, it's not even five in the morning."

"Yeah, I don't want to be late."

"You don't have to be there until nine." He asserted, still lying on the bed with his face now planted on the mattress in frustration.

"Yes and if I listen to you I'll be like Larry from advertising."

"Who's Larry from advertising?" asked Logan extending his hand, trying to get her back on the bed.

"Exactly! He got fired for having too many late slips."

"Ace, I'm not going to fire you, I live with you and I am a firm believer that a happy wife is a happy life. Now get back in bed and I'll do my best to keep my hands to myself."

Gazing into the bathroom the cold tile she have to walk on didn't seem all that appealing to her. She turned to look at the warm bed she just got up from with the very tempting blonde attached.

"Just kissing?" She asked skeptically.

He gave her the most devious smile he could manage, "Scout's honor."

And with that he pulled his giggling blue eyed wife into bed where they continued to make out like a couple of high school kids.

"Alright kids we're here." Belowed Logan's driver once they arrived at their destination.

The ride in the car had been filled with business talk of Logan's plans to globalize and expand the Advocate. The way he spoke of the newspaper made Rory feel like it was safe in his hands. Over the years it had become obvious that media was a Huntzberger calling and even fleeting the state and switching careers couldn't change that. Logan had inherited his father's knack for budgeting and looking over even the smallest of details. He was a natural and she was glad that he had chosen to save her paper from extinction. She couldn't even begin to imagine how much money he spent acquiring the Advocate but she was sure it proved his commitment to the business.

"So what exactly is talking to Nelson Cromwell going to do today?" Asked a still unsure Rory.

"He's the best financial advisor in New York! Putting him together with the head of my advertising department would be the best thing to do. Granted they're both pretty ancient and stubborn but I'm sure if I lock them up in a room today they will have to eventually work things out for the good of the newspaper." He explained.

"And if all else fails you can threaten to harness their vacation time." She said smiling devilishly.

"You certainly are a wicked creature." He smirked back.

"Be sure to let them know that."

"Yes, I'm sure these men would be thrilled to know that their punishments will stem from my wife."

"And don't let them forget it!"

They both sighed and looked out the window into the Huntzberger home where they would both soon have to enter and deal with the attitudes of their annoying co-works or in Logan's case, employees. No one in the Advocate had gotten quite used to the fact that one of their reporters was married to the head honcho of the newspaper industry. Rory was sure that they all hated her in her department. She didn't blame them, they probably had the idea that she had been married to Logan all this time and acted as a spy in the company for the past three years. Hell, they probably even blamed her for pink slips issued to some as soon as the Huntzberger Publishing group took over. Walking into work used to empower Rory. Now she felt as if she was walking into a war zone. No one spoke to her anymore, no even Charlene who seemed hurt by Rory's silence on the marriage.

"I can go first." Logan offered, sensing her dread and knowing co-workers were already inside the home.

She took a deep breath, "But it's my turn today." They had been taking turns going into the skyscraper that was the Advocate everyday. How would this be any different?

"Doesn't mean I wouldn't do it for you."

"I think this morning was enough for me." She nearly whispered, blushing the whole time.

"But Ace, I can do so much more. . ." He leaned in as closely as he could get to her ear but before he could ruin her train of thought with his hot breath she grabbed the car handle.

"Can't be late boss!" And with that she exited the car blushing maddeningly and trying to hide her smiling face at the same time.

Logan sat back in the leather seat relatively unsurprised and watched her hips sway with every movement. Her apple bottom and flawless legs driving him equally as crazy. He loved to watch her leave almost as much as he loved to watch her come.

Rory was well aware of the fact that her co-workers only acted civil around her because they were afraid of getting let go by her husband. The only ones unaffected were the suck-up interns that were still in college and brought her endless amounts of coffee when they learned she was married to Logan, however, she wouldn't be surprised if they were spitting in her coffee all the while. Even Charlene seemed to hold an unbreakable grudge that Rory still couldn't penetrate day after day, but she still tried to win Charlene back. Rory knew that she was running low on allies and she couldn't stand losing the only single woman in the newspaper that she had so much in common with. Since their arrival to the paper they had both looked out for each other because they had the same goals. They were always pushing each other to do better and now it seemed as if a ring and a couple of drunken vows ended that. It was exactly why she chose to work on a very specific news beat with Charlene.

It seemed as though readers were genuinely concerned over the new ownership of the paper. The Huntzbergers had connections with the President and the Kennedys and plenty of loyal readers were beginning to think that perhaps the views, morals, and opinions of the Advocate would be altered. Naturally, before an uproar began, the Huntzberger Publishing Group decided that they would print out a story about the Huntzberger family. Charlene was randomly assigned to travel to the Huntzberger home and have a one on one interview with Mitchium himself! The only catch was that the story also needed a video component that would be available for online readers. Rory made sure to get herself assigned to the same story because she was certain that Charlene couldn't avoid her once she saw what she would have to be dealing with Rory's "family". The plan was fool-proof and Charlene wouldn't know they would be stuck together for the story until they both showed up in the property to get the quick tour. Rory was already late due to Logan's earlier distractions but surprisingly enough he wanted to come along and visit the home he already detested enough since his childhood. At first Rory was unconvinced unsure of how Charlene would react to Logan's presence but she was sure Charlene brought a whole crew from the paper with her. Perhaps Logan would be helpful in leading them away when necessary. When the girl-talk would have to occur.

Looking up at the castle-like mansion the extravagance of the Huntzberger home hit her once again. She let herself in thanks to the key Logan had given her and was immediately mesmerized by the lavish decorations and furniture that never ceased to amaze and make a person feel vaguely incompetent. She knew that all the Huntzbergers were probably out of the country. Mitchum was probably doing some business deals in India and Shira had gone to an African foundation to cure aids disguised as a face lift. So Charlene and a select few were probably given the tour by a loyal maid and according to Logan, Elias would probably be locked up somewhere. With Logan still in the car she had the advantage to find Charlene and gathered what would occur today due to her mood.

The only problem was that Rory did not know where to start her search. Could they be miles away viewing the abnormally large tennis courts or upstairs in the Huntzberger study? A stranger could no doubt become lost in the home full of distractions so she decided to settle for somewhere in the middle of the home – the library. She knew newspaper folk were just as impressed by books as she was. She quickly climbed up the grand marble stairway losing her breath more with each step and tried to focus on any noticeable noises. For some reason she couldn't help but seem like a stalker despite the fact that she had more rights in the house than anyone there.

Finally upstairs she noticed the massive picture frames of Huntzberger men from the past. Not surprisingly they were all blondes, a dominant family trait that had survived plenty of generations. She glanced at the picture of Logan's wed grandparents and stopped to marvel at the picture of a young Mitchim with Sarah in a society party. He old man looked young in the photo even almost invigorated and excited . . .he could have nearly passed as Logan. It didn't miss her that there were no pictures of Logan and Rory on what she assumed to be the family wall. More proof that her in laws were just as hostile as ever so she couldn't understand why they would bother showing up to a Friday night dinner. It just didn't make any sense . . .

Rory pushed open a door of what she assumed to be the library but she was still distracted by the hanging paintings that she wasn't quite sure anymore. Logan's earlier layout of the household didn't include these minor set backs and if it wasn't for his morning instructions she never would have made it this far. She had never actually been in this deep in the Huntzberger home, she had never been invited.

Pushing the door open she realized it was a bedroom. Rory was about to close the door under the impression that it was just another forgotten spare in the mansion but something caught her eye. There was a picture of her in the night stand nearest to the king-sized bed. Slightly paranoid she creeped closer to the nightstand only to see herself staring back. It was her license photo . . . She picked it up to get a better look and noticed another picture underneath it; it was her mugshot after she had gotten arrested so long ago after the yacht incident with Logan, back when they were just two silly college kids. She couldn't believe her eyes when she noticed the actual police report laying causally underneath the mug shot. There was something seriously wrong here.

"Hey Ace you left the camcorder." Logan broke off when he saw her from the hallway.

"What are you doing in my parent's bedroom?" He asked, utterly confused.

For the first time she looked around and took in the pompous room with it's overly comfortable looking bed and flat screen television and leather bed frame and it finally dawned on her that it could not have been any other person's room but Logan's parents. But the pictures? Did this mean they were spying on her? She doubted her mug shot was there to fill a place in the family wall.

"What the hell is this?" She asked holding up the many private reports of her life.

Logan stalked towards the papers to witness the next mess his parents had left him with.

"This is . . . I'm calling my father." He said through his teeth not trusting his voice at the moment. He didn't want to scare or panic Rory in anyway, not when things were going this well. He noticed Rory was frozen, completely unmoving and recoiling in her wrath for his family. He winced afraid of prospect of having to sleep with an angry wife. He knew that when Rory was upset she could give a brand new meaning to the phrase "cold shoulder." Yet why did it always have to center around his family nowadays?

And yet, before he had even finished dialing his father's number Rory took him completely by surprise.

The calm bookworm and blushing beauty began ripping the pictures and reports roughly, her hands shaking and her expression furious.

"He has to much control." She spat when she ripped up the last bit of pictures and then in the sheer anger of the moment kicked over the expensive nightstand table made of glass that let out a groan in protest before finally plummetting to the side and shattering everywhere.

Logan watched in shock when his Rory ran to his mother's walk in closet to start throwing her Chanel bags on the floor before she pulled the designer clothing from the hangers and proceeded to rip apart a satin Versace shirt. Logan had never seen his wife fly into such fury before. It was dangerous. Would her face stay that permanent shade of red?

"Rory?"

"Do not look at me like that Logan! These people are hardly even parents, they ruin lives. They come up with ways to use everyone around them and then spit them back up because their bored and they need to come up with new ways to torment people and waste money!" She cried while she stomped on a watch that belonged to his father.

She didn't need to explain herself. Watching her while she continued to dismantle everything in his parent's room he came to one realization, Rory was adorable when she was angry. The way her small shaking hands would wrap around inanimate objects like she was trying to inflict some sort of pain on them was hilarious to him. Yet, he was utterly flabbergasted but the fact that Rory had- in a matter of minutes- done what he had wanted to do all his life. Destroying his parent's room in a fit of rage had always been a dream but now that Rory was managing fairly well he was only stunned by how sexy she seemed on the job. When he saw her wrinklying her nose at the smell of his mother's perfumes before chucking it at the wall and having it burst over the careful painted walls he knew it was over for him, he knew then that he was impossibly and hopelessly in love with his wife.

All he did from then on was assist.

Both bodies laid in the heat of the moment intertwined together in a fit of laughter.

"I can't believe you broke the television!" Rory managed to get out through her fit of giggles.

"This was better than the yacht!" Logan choked out.

The two were laying horizontal on the Huntzberger bed with the broken mess surrounding them.

"I can't believe we just did that." She touched her forehead, still amazed at her rare bad nature. Then she looked again at the broken flat screen and the pillow feathers all around the room and it all started to sink in . . .

"Oh my god. . . I can't believe I did that . . . Logan we have to clean this up before your parents show up!"

"Ace you've got to be joking." He closed his eyes and tried to pretend she was still laughing.

When she began to get up he grabbed her arm and pushed her back down again.

"Rory there's no amount of cleaning that will fix this place up. Let's just enjoy it while we can."

"Your parents are going to be so ticked off...what if they file a police report?"

"I think they have enough police reports of yours."

That revived her a bit. She remembered the stack.

She hesitated before she asked her burning question, hoping that Logan would not be implicated.

"Logan did you know anything about those papers?" She finally asked.

"Ace, ever since my birth I've noticed that my parents both have a mind of their own. We're not like most families, we don't talk and I quit trying to make sense of anything they do when I was fifteen. I figured it was just best to stay away instead of try to stay on top of every stupid thing they do. It will never make sense to people like us."

She dwindled a little bit on the people like us part.

"I just . . . I can't shake off the fact that ever since we got married they're pulling all stops to do something about it . . . your father already took away my career what else can he take?"

"Nothing," He said vehemently, "I'm their son. They can't disown me when I'm the only person they have to look over a lot of papers. My parents can't replace me with just anyone and they know that. As for our marriage, they were bound to over react. It wasn't exactly the society event they were hoping for and I'm sure they just did some research about you to put their minds at ease. There is nothing they can do to separate us. There's nothing anyone can do to separate us." He added.

Just then a wave of guilty overtook her. What was she doing? What had she been doing? Surely she could not have been falling for her husband again. That was out of the question. She tried her hardest not to think of the past few weeks and reluctantly got up from the destroyed bed.

"Rory, what's wrong?" He got up and took a hold of her her, soothing her with his touch.

She looked around wildly, anywhere but his beautiful gaze.

"It's just...It's just that the room looks terrible. We really work well together." She said nearly sobbing.

Logan sighed, confused as he always managed to be around her. He leaned down to gently kiss her forehead and fought to gain a good look of her startling blue eyes.

"I'm never going to let any harm come to you," He promised, "I will always be here to give you everything you'd ever want. I just hope . . . I'm on the list of things you'll always want."

She felt her heart break a little.

Then before she could come up with a sentence that wasn't a lie, he kissed her. Suddenly with their lips moving together it didn't matter who was really going to end up hurting who. Suddenly where they were meant nothing and all she really wanted to do was kiss her husband. It was like all her nervousness and frustration could be melted away by him if she gave herself the chance to rely on him like a woman should do with her partner. She slowly began to unbutton his shirt, a strange motion because she was never the one to hint at this much less start things but at the moment she couldn't resist the blonde's charm.

His shirt was eaten by the floor and she pulled herself back to admire her husband. He certainly hadn't changed since college...his body looked even lovelier know that the setting sun seem to catch his natural California tan. She pushed him back and he landed his parent's bed with a slight bounce. Feeling braver than usual she quickly climbed on top and began to kiss him like she never had before.

Logan stayed frozen in shock. This woman was surely trying to kill him. Perhaps they needed to terrorize rooms more often. He tried to think of the last time he'd been this turned on in the west coast and nothing came to mind. Those girls had nothing on this wife and he was definitely beginning to feel like he had married the right girl. He smiled into her kisses and tried his hardest to unbutton his wife's shirt without getting too giddy. The realization that he might finally be able to get lucky was greater than the disgust that it was going to be on his father's bed but he rather enjoyed the idea that his father would be sleeping in the every same bed tonight.

"Do you really want to do this?" He asked while gasping for air when her shirt had already hit the floor.

"More than ever." She whispered into his lips not wanting to break away from him for a second.

He smirked when he managed to think of a idea better than her bedroom demolishment.

"Hold that thought." He said and then he quickly grabbed her by her bottom and moved her off of him but farther into the bed.

She groaned in distasted for the lack of contact but giggled when she saw him tip toeing around the room looking for something. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed this much in a day . . .

When he finally got what he was looking for he toyed with it before settling it on top of a high dresser drawer that overlooked the gigantic bed and then he launched himself back in the bed with his wife.

"Logan!" She nearly shouted when she noticed the camcorder on the dresser drawer the was recording their every move.

"What?" He asked as angelically as he could.

"I'm not interested in having a sex tape."

"It's not a sex tape Ace, it's a love tape and I want to be able to remember the love for a long long time." He said while kissing her quiet.

She moaned when his hand moved down her waist passed her hip until it hitched up her leg laid it gently on him, giving him more access to move freely. She always knew the man could work wonders in bed but he wasn't fooling anyone.

"You look beautiful." He said, smiling into her neck.

She laughed at his eager compliments, " Thanks . . . just give me second." She said adjusting herself under him before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at the recording camera.

"Better." She commented, laughing at his pained expression and pulling his neck down for one more life altering kiss.