Author Note: Logan's inner thoughts in italics.
All characters belong to Gilmore Girls and WB. Quotes belong to Sexus, Pride and Prejudice, and The Great Gatsby.
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Presently a wave of passion swept over us and our hands groped frantically for the burning flesh.
He reads her text again and again.
Presently a wave of passion swept over us and our hands groped frantically for the burning flesh.
She's either being sexy or she accidentally quoted her women's studies term paper to me. With Rory, it could be either one.
God, I hope she's being sexy. I haven't figured out how to broach this subject with her yet; maybe she's doing it for me.
Although, I am usually the one who has to be forward about sex. She loves it, but she can't talk about it. She gets so flushed and shy.
Presently a wave of passion swept over us and our hands groped frantically for the burning flesh.
It sounds like something I should know, but I can't place it.
He leans back against the building and racks his brain, but the origin doesn't come to him.
I can't call her now- not until I decide what I think she's doing here. If she's being sexy, I obviously want to encourage her. If it's an accident, I don't want to come off like an idiot. Or for her to feel like I'm pushing her into phone sex. Even though I really want to have phone sex.
He closes his eyes and exhales.
I knew I would miss her, but I didn't count on not being able to know her. Without being physically close, it's harder than I thought to know what she's thinking. Her eyes always give her away.
"Logan. What's taking so long?"
I'm thinking about sending sexy texts to my girlfriend who you hate. God. He has the worst timing.
"I'm just taking a minute, Dad."
"Son, there are a lot of important-"
"Give me a break, Dad. I moved here five days ago. And in that time, I have worked and slept. Slept and worked. Nothing else. I haven't had a spare second to get used to the time difference or the accents or the schedule. I haven't been to the grocery store or even seen the park I live in. I haven't complained, and I've done well.
I just… need some space. Come on, Dad. I never appeal to your sentiments, but you have to understand how hard this has been for me. I'm up to the challenge. We both know I can do everything you hired me to do. I just need a break right now. Please?"
I fucking hate begging him for stuff.
Mitchum stares him down. "Okay. You can have the weekend. I'm flying to Chicago tomorrow, so I won't be on top of you to make sure that you're ready for the launch. Do not make me regret giving in to you right now."
"I'll be ready," Logan says. "My team is good, and we've got five more weeks."
"Don't let me down. Now come say good night. Do you remember everyone's names?"
Logan rolls his eyes and follows his father back into the restaurant.
Back in his apartment, Logan takes off his jacket, pops open a beer, and relaxes for what feels like the first time in weeks. He turns on the TV to an episode of Big Brother and thinks about Rory. For the first time since his accident, he has no clue what to say to her.
He opens his laptop and googles the quote, hoping to glean some insight.
Henry Miller. Of course. Woah… This is about an orgy. So she's definitely sex texting. (Sexting?) I should find an appropriate quote to text her back. So that we're doing this on her terms and her comfort level.
He reads through the various passages and determines that Henry Miller comes off as kind of a selfish asshole. There is nothing here for him to work with.
Maybe I can twist her quote into something I want to say.
My flesh burns for you too.
Nope. Delete.
I want to grope
Uh-uh.
An orgy? I'm sorry to tell you I'm a one-woman man.
No. Delete this too. I don't want her to think I'm not taking this seriously.
What would I say if she were here? What is the classy version of 'I wish I could fuck you right now, too'?
I could spend all night reminding you how amazing that passion feels.
He reads his words a few times. It feels appropriate and safe. He decides to sit on it for a bit. There is too much at stake here.
He heads to the shower, and begins washing the day off. He's exhausted, but as he pictures Rory in the library reading Henry Miller and thinking of him, his body awakens. He remembers their last night together and begins to take matters into his own hands. He comes hard under the hot water.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walks back out into the living room and reads his text one last time.
I want her, and I want her to know it. It's good. Send.
Feeling slightly anxious, Logan waits up, watching TV for an hour or so, hoping she will text him back tonight. He falls asleep on the couch with his phone in his hand.
The doorbell rings, awakening Logan from a deep sleep. He picks his head up from the couch and stretches his sore neck.
His moving company is at the door delivering his things from home. He starts a pot of coffee and begins directing the movers throughout the apartment.
Nothing from Rory.
He is so excited to have his desktop back that he immediately starts hooking it up.
Was it too much?
He hangs all of his clothes and suits in his new closet.
Did I scare her off?
He starts putting his books on the shelf but stops when he comes to Pride and Prejudice.
This is Rory's.
He opens the book and smells it, which feels oddly appropriate. A piece of Rory's stationary flutters out.
"I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."
Something to remind you of me.
I love you, Rory
Logan is overcome with emotions. He wants to tell the movers to get out, take it all back to Connecticut because he is going home. He wants to call his father and tell him to fuck off- he won't work here. He wants to call Rory and tell her that he too cannot not remember his life before he loved her.
But he doesn't do any of these things.
He checks his phone again and finds no new texts.
I am driving myself crazy. I have got to get a grip.
He puts on his running shoes and heads out to explore Hyde Park, deciding to leave his phone behind. His injuries have made running still out of the question, but he reasons that a slow stroll would be fine.
He walks for about an hour taking in all the sights and sounds of the park. It is similar to Central Park in look, with a decidedly English feel. His right leg begins aching, and he sits down in the grass to rest.
He is finally feeling relaxed when he hears a familiar voice. "Logan?"
He looks over to see Bobbi and another man heading his way. She introduces him to her boyfriend, Harry, and invites him to brunch.
Logan doesn't really want to go, but Rory's voice in his head pushes him to accept.
Bobbi annoys the shit out of me, but at least I can tell Ace that I have now said hello to a William and a Harry. Besides, I'm hungry.
Brunch is good, though very different from what he is used to. Harry is a reporter for a rival paper, and he tells great stories. Bobbi chatters all through the meal. Logan is warming to her. She never shuts up, but she has good intentions.
Logan says his goodbyes and wanders back through the park towards his apartment. Once inside, he loses his internal battle not to check his phone again (empty), takes a couple of percoset, and turns on an EPL match. He has got to start understanding this league if he wants to have any friends here.
He can't, however, stop checking his phone. This feels like right before my accident when I never knew where she was or what she was thinking. At least I know, or I hope, she is not about to dump me this time.
Will texts to see if he wants to come over with some friends to watch the Man U match, and Logan decides to go. Will has been the friendliest to him of all the guys at work, and it will fill the hours before he can sleep again.
I didn't want to go to brunch, and I don't want to go out now.
He is not sure when he became this apathetic loner, but he takes this as a good opportunity to be social and regain his sense of self. Logan Huntzberger is the life of the party.
And he actually has fun. These guys drink beer instead of liquor and watch EPL instead of NFL, but otherwise, this could pass for the LBD. He manages to forget about Rory and his loneliness for a few hours. Which was the point.
But once home, he begins maniacally checking his phone again. He is scared to call her, in case his message has been received poorly. But he can't let it go. Before he goes to bed, he shoots her a quick email.
Hey Ace,
I sent you a text last night that I'm nervous about. If you just haven't gotten it yet, disregard this. If it has freaked you out, just ignore it and we will never speak of it again. Either way, call me soon so I know what you are thinking.
Love, L
He drifts off into an uneasy sleep.
Logan's eyes snap open and adjust to the darkness. He grabs the phone before it can ring again.
"Ace?" No one else would call in the middle of the night.
"Hey, how's it going?" she responds, nonchalantly.
He turns on the lamp and checks the clock. "It's 4:45 in the morning. Are you okay? Did something happen?" he says, panicking.
"Not really. Um, I just… I sent you a text the other day."
He chuckles. "Yeah, I know. I texted you back."
"No, you didn't," she says.
Oh thank God. She just hasn't seen mine yet. "Yes, I did. Check your phone."
"I don't have any missed calls," she argues. "Oh, wait. There's a little envelope thingy in the bottom corner."
"Get out of town," he deadpans.
"It went directly to my saved messages. Why would it do that?" she asks.
"I couldn't tell you." I'm just so glad you haven't been ignoring it. Though I am nervous for you to read it now.
"Ooh, wow. Whoa, yours is really good."
Logan lets out a sigh of relief.
"Okay, well sorry to wake you. Um, I'll talk to you in a few hours," Rory says.
What? No way.
"Whoa, wait a minute. Where do you think you're going?" he asks her.
"Um, to sleep."
"No, I don't think so. You woke me up. I'm up. Text me back," he says, reaching for his cell.
"You want me to text you back- now?"
"You started this," he reminds her.
"I know. But I don't have my books with me." Her voice is so small, causing Logan to grin at her innocence.
"You don't need your books, Ace," he says seductively.
"Logan-"
"I miss you, Rory," he cuts her off. We can do this. We're ready for this.
"You do?"
"Yeah," he laughs. You have no idea.
"I miss you too. But I can't text you with you on the phone," Rory says.
"Okay, so hang up."
"I'm gonna hang up now." She is stalling, and it is so cute.
"Okay."
"Okay, bye," she says.
"Bye," he says back as he sets the receiver down.
He tries to wait patiently, but he is too amped to sit still. He gets up and wanders the room for a few minutes until he hears the ping.
I miss touching you. I miss you touching me.
Simple. Direct. Totally Rory. And I miss all that too. I should keep this PG for her.
But as he thinks about their sex life, it is not PG. He decides to be a bit bolder. He is ready to get this moving.
I want to put my mouth all over your body until you are quivering beneath me.
He sends without rereading. This is not the time for second guessing.
Her response is much quicker this time.
Wow. I'm kind of quivering right now.
He reaches under the covers and slides off his boxers.
Good. I'm getting pretty worked up myself.
He hits send and then quickly begins typing again.
Anything you want to do to me?
Logan thinks of all the things he wishes she were doing to his body and absent-mindedly starts stroking himself. By the time she responds, he is completely hard and ready.
Lots. I'm embarrassed.
He laughs. Of course she is. Okay. I'll take the lead this time.
Touch yourself the way I touch you. I want you so wet you are begging for me.
This is more forward and explicit than he has ever been with her. She doesn't respond for a few minutes, and he nervously types out another text.
You okay? Too much?
A few minutes later, he hears the ping he is listening for.
No. I was just following instructions. I'm a good student. Are you touching yourself the way I touch you?
He quickly responds so that he can get to work.
Yes, and I need my hands. Just think of me and all the ways I know how to get you off. I'll get back to you in a few.
He puts down his phone and quickens his pace on his erection. He hears Rory's breathy moans as she moves on him. Up, down, and around. Up, down, and around. He sees her breasts moving in front of him. His brain is totally enmeshed in fantasy.
Her ass. Her tits. My dick in her… Fuck.
Everything explodes in him as he groans loudly.
He gets out of bed and heads to the shower, jumping in and out quickly.
He gets back in bed and grabs his cell.
I love you.
Within moments, she responds.
I love you too. I'll call you when I wake up. Go back to sleep.
He smiles, and then flips over to his stomach for the best sleep he's had in London.
Logan wakes up feeling great. He grabs The Great Gatsby and Rory's copy of Pride and Prejudice. He heads out the door and walks the streets until he comes to a coffee shop. He heads in and orders coffee and a toasted ham and cheese.
He reads and re-reads Rory's note. I want her to feel the way this makes me feel.
He skims through the text until he comes to the passages he is looking for. There are too many beautiful lines here for him to pick just one. He pulls a sheet of paper from his messenger bag and scrawls:
"I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find out I find I loved her, old sport…
There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care."
Something to remind you of me.
Logan
He folds the paper, puts it in the book, and finishes his breakfast. He asks his waitress about a post office, and she reminds him that it is Sunday. First thing tomorrow, I'll send this to her.
He heads back toward his apartment with a big smile on his face.
He is unpacking odds and ends when Rory calls later that day.
"Hey, you," he says.
"Hey… are you alone?" she asks.
Logan laughs. "Yes. Are you trying to get a second round? Careful, Ace. You'll make me feel used."
"Logan! I am not trying to- I just wanted to say… I'm sorry for being so embarrassed earlier. You must think I'm so immature."
"Baby, there is nothing to be sorry for. It was awesome, and we'll get better at this," he reassures her.
"You know- it was my first time. For all of it," she says.
Logan's brow furrows. "You mean the phone sex, right?"
"And," she admits, "I've never masturbated before."
Her voice is soft, and Logan is not sure he has heard her correctly.
"You've never masturbated before?"
"Don't make fun of me!"
"Rory. I'm not," he says. "I'm just surprised. You're a twenty-two year woman with a… healthy sex drive." She really likes sex.
"I know, but I wasn't really like this until you. With Dean-"
"Stop."
"It was different," she rambles on, despite his objections. "I didn't really care about sex one way or the other. With you, I want it a lot. But we live together, so if I need to get laid, you are pretty much always up for it."
Logan laughs because she is completely right. "But what about when I was in Europe last summer?"
"Well, I probably should have. You remember what I was like when you came home. We didn't leave the pool house. Ever. We missed dinner more times than we went to dinner."
"It was a nice few weeks," he agrees with her, smiling at the memory.
"So… is that something you do a lot?" she asks, timidly.
"Well, yeah. I'm a twenty-four year old guy."
"But I'm pretty much always up for it too."
"Sure. But sometimes you're on your period, or you've gone to class and you won't be home for a while, or… I don't know. It's not a big deal, Ace. It doesn't mean that you're not enough. I promise. It's just something I do. It's something I think most guys do."
There is an awkward silence.
"How was it?" he finally asks her.
She doesn't respond, and he asks "How red is your face right now?"
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a prude."
"Ace, it's just me. You can tell me anything. And I know you're not a prude," he says.
"It was good. But not as good as when you do it. I couldn't… finish. It was a little frustrating," she admits.
"Not surprising. I'm very talented."
Rory laughs. "Oh, I know."
He laughs too. "We can practice whenever you want."
The next month is very busy for him work-wise, as they gear up to launch the new website. He is overseeing a group of six, who all report to him. He has to admit that he likes the position of authority. Unfortunately, it has limited his time to be in touch with Rory.
They have talked and texted, but the five hour time difference is taking its toll. The disconnect is still palpable some times, and he hates that he is beginning to feel normal without her.
She has gotten more comfortable with her texting, but he is still surprised when he answers the phone a few weeks later and she asks "Whatcha wearing?"
He laughs. "A suit. I'm on the street with everyone getting lunch."
"That's too bad," she coos. "I just woke up from a very good dream, and I was hoping you'd be alone."
Shit. I can't pass that up.
"Alright. Let me get back to my office, and I'll text you."
He makes his excuses to his colleagues and hurries back into the office. Once up the elevator, he shuts the door behind him and closes his blinds. I've got 27 minutes until everyone is back here.
So was I in this dream?
She responds quickly.
Actually, no. Jude Law. But, he's blond and British, so I was obviously thinking about you subconsciously.
Logan laughs and types out a quick reply.
I promise there is nothing he could do for you that I can't do better.
He knows Rory is blushing now, and he feels his own body start to generate heat. I can't do this in my office. Nigel is out there. And I have a meeting with him in 24 minutes.
But as the texts heat up, he cannot stop his body's reaction. He unzips his pants and quickly relieves himself. He uses tissues to clean himself up and heads to the bathroom to wash his hands. His co-workers are piling off of the elevator as he walks past, and he moves past them quickly, hoping no one suspects what he has spent his lunch break doing.
I've got to get a better schedule than this. I've got to get her to come here. So I can actually touch her instead of jerking off in my office over lunch.
His meeting is about to start so he sends off one last text.
I have worked hard and made friends. That was the deal. How about a quick trip to London before school starts? Please. I miss you.
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