Author Note: All characters belong to Gilmore Girls. And I guess now Netflix. Logan's inner thoughts in italics.

Seven days. There are only seven days until he sees her. Touches her. Holds her. He is consumed with work, but the thoughts keep popping into his head.

The new website launches Monday, and he needs a week for maintenance, trouble-shooting, repair. Rory had planned to finish her tutoring and come to London the week before she needed to be back in New Haven. For six uninterrupted days.

In only seven more days.

Logan IMs his team the schedule for the weekend. They will be busy tying up all the last-minute details.

On his way out for the night, he stops by Steven's desk.

"Hey. Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," Steven says.

"My girl is coming to visit the first week of August, and I need to get some things planned. You know the city so much better than I do. Can you make some reservations and put some ideas together for me?" he asks.

"Sure, no problem. What days?"

"Um, not the first night. Maybe not the second, either." Logan thinks that food will be the last thing on their minds for a while.

Steven laughs. "Okay. Just email me the dates. Any food allergies? Preferences?"

"Nope. Rory will eat anything. Just make sure the portion sizes are big."

The weekend is hectic and busy. He has so much riding on this website overhaul. This is his chance to truly make his mark on the company, apart from his name.

All of his hard work pays off on Monday, when the transition completes smoothly.

Rory checks in after she wakes up that morning. "How did it go?"

"Really well. Almost seamless," he responds. "Now I just have to handle individual outlets as they try and start using it. This could be an easy week, or it could be a nightmare."

"Well, just get through it," she says. "Because I will be there in four days."

"I can't wait, Ace. I had Steven make us some reservations, and he got tickets to a play. And we're going to do a pub crawl with some of the guys here."

"Yay! I can't wait to meet your friends," Rory says. "I feel like I know some of them already."

"We're not doing anything the first couple of days though."

"Yeah? Why's that?" she asks.

"Because I am not letting you out of bed," he quips.

"I'm so ready. It can't get here fast enough. I've already started packing, and I'm bringing… new lingerie!" she says in a sing-song voice.

Logan's mind shifts into overdrive.

"Come on, Ace. That's not fair. You know I'm at work right now."

"It's lacy and black…"

"I'm hanging up now."

Shit. How am I supposed to act like a professional when I'm sitting at my desk with a hard-on?

Tuesday afternoon, his father walks into his office.

"Hey, Dad. I didn't know you were in town. Is it on my calendar?" Logan asks.

"No," Mitchum replies. "Last minute thing. You've done a good job here, Logan."

This is unexpected. "Wow. Thanks Dad. I'm really happy with how everything turned out. Visually, the new logo looks-"

Mitchum interrupts him. "We're having some problems though."

"Oh… it seemed like- I haven't had much push back from any of the managers."

"In general, yes. But some of our smaller markets don't have full IT departments. They just have liason IT guys, and they're struggling with some of the interactive features. Subscriptions, ordering. Important stuff," Mitchum says.

"Okay, where?" Logan asks. "I'll start making calls."

"Actually, I think it would be better if you and I traveled. We'll take some IT experts and personally get all of our offices on track."

Alarm bells start going off in Logan's head.

"When are you thinking about doing this?" Logan asks, nervously.

"I've already scheduled the jet for Thursday morning, so go ahead and start packing. I figure we'll be gone anywhere from ten days to three weeks. It really just depends on how big the problems are."

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

"No, Dad. Rory is flying over here on Friday. I haven't seen her in weeks," he pleads.

"Can she just postpone until we get back?" Mitchum asks.

"No. She can't. School is starting."

"Sorry, Son. But we have to get this done. Your website can't be successful if everyone doesn't know how to use it to its full potential," Mitchum says.

"Dad-"

"The world doesn't revolve around your relationship, Logan."

I will not cry in front of him.

"Where are we going?" Maybe Rory can fly somewhere else to me.

"Right now, I am looking at Tampa, Des Moines, Oklahoma City, and a few others. Since we'll have the jet at our disposal, I'm not really setting a strict itinerary," Mitchum answers.

Logan closes his eyes and rubs his temples. "Can you shut the door on your way out?"

Mitchum stares at him for what feels like forever before turning and leaving the office.

He has never dreaded a phone call more.

Rory picks up quickly. "Three more days!"

How am I going to tell her?

"Logan, are you there?"

"Yeah, Ace. I'm here. I have some bad news," he says.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"No," he answers, truthfully. "I have to go out of town."

"When?"

"Thursday."

"But, I'm-"

"I know, Rory. I am so sorry. My dad is making me go with him to several branches and train them how to use the website," he says.

She doesn't say anything for a moment.

"Where are you going?" she finally asks him. "Can I meet you somewhere else?"

"I tried, but there is no set agenda. We're taking the company jet and just flying wherever the biggest fire is. I'm so sorry, Ace. I promise, I'm just as devastated as you are."

"I just really wanted to see you," Rory says in a small voice. He can hear the tears building.

"I know. Me too. I miss you so much," he says.

She suddenly begins to cry harder, sniffling loudly.

"Baby. Please don't cry," Logan says, as his own eyes well up. "I promise. I will make this up to you."

"It's okay. I know it's not your choice," she sniffles. "I'm just really struggling right now without you."

"What's going on? What aren't you telling me?" he questions her.

"It's nothing. I can figure it out on my own."

"Rory-"

"It's embarrassing," she admits.

"Tell me."

She's quiet for a bit, and just when he's about to press her, she responds.

"I'm still not having orgasms."

"What?" He is shocked. "This whole time? I've been gone for seven weeks. Why haven't you told me?"

"Because I kept thinking if I just worked at it more, it would happen. And, again, it's embarrassing. I'm close, but I just can't get over the edge. I have a ridiculous amount of pent-up frustration and energy, and… dammit, I was really looking forward to this week." She starts crying again.

Logan doesn't know what to say. I've been giving myself orgasms since I was thirteen. I didn't realize it was hard to do.

"Paris says I need a vibrator," she says softly.

"You're talking to Paris about this?"

"Lane is in absolutely no position to give me advice. She thinks I'm lucky not to be having sex. And I didn't think you would want my mom involved."

"Noooo. Paris it is. So let's get you a vibrator," he says.

"Logan," she says. "I can't do that. It would be mortifying."

"Okay. Then just let me take care of it. I'm gonna fix this for you, Rory. We are gonna get you off no matter what it takes," he promises.

Rory giggles. Thank God.

"There's my girl. I'll send you something, okay? To the apartment- so your mom won't see it. And I am going to find a way to get to you soon, alright? I can have an orgasm, but that doesn't mean I'm not desperate for you too."

He hangs up but is having a hard time thinking about anything else. He knows how important sexual satisfaction is to a healthy relationship.

If she's not getting that from me, she might need to get it from some other asshole at Yale. And Philadelphia is only three hours away.

Fuck. I have got to fix this.

That afternoon, between conference calls, Logan googles vibrators. Clicking into the first hit, he is immediately inundated with pop-up ads.

I am going to bring down the whole building mainframe with porn.

He quickly shuts everything down and decides to just take care of it on his own.

He is no stranger to sex toys, but he has never actually bought a vibrator for a girl before. He normally asks Honor for advice with Rory, but he has no interest in her personal knowledge on this subject.

After work, once he is safely in his apartment, he dials the one girl he knows he can trust to be discreet.

"Logan!" Stephanie cries when she answers. "How are you? We miss you!"

"I'm good. I miss you guys too. How's Colin getting along without me?"

"Oh, he's still in mourning," she laughs. "He- wait, hold on. What?... He wants to know why you're calling me and not him."

"Tell him I'll call him as soon as we hang up. But I have a specific problem I need your help with. Can you talk for a minute? Alone?"

"Sure. Just let me get to my room… Okay. What's up?" she asks.

Logan takes a deep breath, swallowing his embarrassment, and explains his issue to her.

"Am I just your sluttiest friend?" she asks when he is finished.

"Um, you know Finn, right?" he laughs. "No, of course not. I just need some female perspective, and I trust you. And I think Rory would be okay with you knowing this."

"Aww. I miss her, too. I should call her. Anyway, I don't have a ton of experience with this, but I have actually been looking into it lately because when I start at Columbia, and Colin is still here… You probably don't want to know all this," Stephanie rambles.

"Not particularly, but it's only fair, right?"

"Anyways. I think you should start somewhere in the middle. Not the smallest, but not the biggest or most powerful," she says.

Logan chuckles. "Should I be offended?"

"God, no. I know more than I want to know about you. Do you remember my old roommate Juliana? Sophomore year, all she talked about was how great you were in bed, and why weren't you calling her and… ugh. So no, not a slight on you. I just think that's probably the safest way to go."

Logan is embarrassed, as he actually doesn't really remember Juliana.

Luckily, Stephanie breezes past that and gives him more information on types and brands until he feels like he knows what he needs to do.

"Thank you so much for this, Steph. Really. If you could keep this to yourself, I know Rory would really appreciate it," Logan says.

"Sure. Happy to help. Now let me pass you over to Colin before he beats my door down." Stephanie says.

The next day, Logan tells Steven unequivocally that he will need his full hour for lunch and that he will not accept phone calls. He takes a taxi to Soho. He has gleaned from various nights out with the guys that this is the part of town where all the good stuff happens.

Tucked between a hookah shop and a coffee shop is a sex store, complete with flashing neon lights.

He takes a deep breath and goes in. He is short on time, so he just asks: "Vibrators?"

"Back right corner."

There are more options than he would have thought possible, and he is so glad Rory is not trying to do this on her own. He finds the one he wants and heads to the check-out desk.

"Good choice, mate. This works best with a little lube." The cashier points to the shelf on the wall behind him.

Logan feels his face flush scarlet and replies, "Sure. Throw one of those in too."

"Lube it up, and then it will slip right in your bum."

"Oh, this is not…" Just get the hell out of here. "Thanks. Good tip."

He makes his purchase and inquires about the closest postal store. It is walkable, so he quickly heads over there, drops his things in an overnight box, and ships it to New Haven.

He texts Rory in the taxi on the way back to the office.

Gift on the way to our house.

He is pointedly ignoring his father on the flight on Thursday morning. I am pissed off and depressed, and he doesn't deserve my goodwill.

He is reading the paper when Mitchum sidles up to him. "Logan. I know you're mad, but you are going to have to get over it. We have to work together for the next few weeks, and I want us presenting a united front. Let's review our strategy."

"You know, you don't have to be such a dick all the time. I mean, have you ever been in love before? Have you ever cared about anyone more than yourself?" Logan asks angrily.

"Yes, Son. I have."

"I'm not talking about whatever arrangement you have with Mom. I'm talking about real, need-it-to-survive love."

"I wasn't talking about your mother either," Mitchum says.

Logan looks up, surprised. "Who was she?"

"My girlfriend at Yale. Her name was Maggie. She actually reminds me a lot of Rory. She was a journalist too. After graduation, she got a job with NBC News and she traveled a lot. I was covering politics for our New York paper. So we tried to do the long distance thing," Mitchum tells him.

"What happened to her?" Logan asks.

"I got your mother pregnant, and Maggie wasn't too happy about it."

"That's not going to happen to Rory and me," Logan says, defiantly.

"I don't want you to be naïve, Logan. Long distance is very hard."

"Well, I'm not a cheater." As long as I know we're not broken up.

Mitchum shrugs. "Maybe you can be a better man than me."

Setting the bar pretty low here.

"She's on CNN now. Maggie," Mitchum continues. "I see her on TV occasionally."

"Do you have any regrets?" Logan asks.

"No. Your mother gave me you and Honor. She runs the social and charitable responsibilities for our family, and we're… good," Mitchum says.

"But, Dad. On her best day, you tolerate her, and on her worst, you're in a hotel room with another woman. Maybe that was okay for me a few years ago, but that's not what I want anymore. I want a wife who I actually want to spend time with."

Mitchum asks, "So you want to marry Rory?"

"Yes," Logan responds. And you are just going to have to live with it.

Mitchum watches him for a while, not saying anything. Eventually, Logan flips the paper open again, and they go back to ignoring each other.

Logan spends the next two days hand-holding the managers of the Tampa office. He can't believe in 2006, that there are journalists who are so unfamiliar with the internet. This is not the way he wanted to be spending this week.

Saturday afternoon, they fly to Iowa, and Logan immediately heads to the hotel. He has just finished his room service when Rory calls.

"Hey! How was your flight?"

"Uneventful. Which I guess is good," Logan says. "But this private jet thing is forcing me into close proximity with Mitchum. I have nowhere to escape. The entire two hours was a strategy session. But I don't want to talk about him anymore. How was your day?"

"Good," she responds. "I didn't have much going on, so I drove to New Haven, and I'm in the apartment."

"Really?"

"Yes. Carl called to let me know I had a package at the desk, so I thought I would come up here and get it. Maybe spend a little time in our bed," Rory says, seductively.

Logan begins loosening his tie and responds. "That sounds amazing. I wish I was there with you instead of in this crappy hotel room."

"Hmmm. Do you remember that hotel we stayed in in New York last year? With the big chair?" she asks.

Logan smirks. "I remember the chair. We had great sex in that chair."

Rory is unusually quiet for a few minutes. Then she says, "So I opened my gift from you, but I'm not quite sure what to do."

Logan sheds the rest of his clothes quickly. "Well first, I would say get undressed," he laughs.

She laughs too. "Already done."

"So you called me with a specific focus, huh? It should be easy, Rory. Just use some of the lube and touch yourself."

He hears the vibrator turn on and waits a few moments.

"Oh, God. Wow," she finally says.

Logan chuckles. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Do you want to text me?"

Actually…

"Nope. I want to stay on the phone," he says.

Rory is quiet, then responds in a small voice. "Okay."

Okay. This is my shot. Rory needs this, and I need to be the one to give it to her.

"When you're ready, move it in and out. Just like I do. In and out," he tells her.

"I wish you were here, Logan."

"I am here, baby. I'm right here with you. In and out."

"In New York," she begins. "Do you remember how I got my legs into those openings in the armrests in that chair?"

Oh, he remembered. The angle had been so perfect that they had both been orgasmic almost from the get-go.

"It kept me so close to you… like we were puzzle pieces," Rory says.

"And I'm not complete without you, Ace. I only feel complete when we're together," he admits, his voice raw with emotion.

"Oh, Logan…"

He decides to keep the fantasy going. It seems like it's working for her, and it's definitely working for him.

"We drank a lot of wine at dinner, and you were just buzzed enough to be really loud."

The only sound that could be heard above our moans was the smacking of her tits against my chest.

"You could hear our bodies moving together," Logan continues.

It sounded like we were making a porno.

"And the way you were rolling your hips on me was… God…"

"And your teeth…" she gasps out.

My teeth? What… Oh yeah.

"I put my teeth on your nipple, and you threw your head back and just completely lost control," he says.

Rory takes over the narration. "I was riding you so hard…"

God damn.

"And you finished…"

Fu-u-uck. Yup. I'm finished.

"But it still felt so good…" she whispers.

I've got to get her there.

"That I just kept moving against you…"

"Faster, baby," he encourages her.

"And then… you used your thumb… on my clit…" Her voice is ragged.

"Come for me, Rory," he commands.

"Until I came again… and again… and ah, ah, ah, oh…" she whimpers. She finally sighs, and he knows that sound.

He goes to the bathroom for a wet wash cloth to clean up. Once back on the bed, he listens to her breathing for a few minutes until her rhythm is back to normal.

"So," he finally says. "That happened right? Be honest."

"I did it Logan!"

"I'm proud of you, Ace. I knew you could do it," he grins. "I've got to give Paris credit. The vibrator was a good call."

"Yeah. But actually, I think a lot of it was talking to you. I'm don't know what I've been so scared of," she says.

"It was…" He searches for the words. "Perfect. Good call on that hotel in New York. I'll definitely be using that again."

"For my own edification… Is that how you normally do it? Think about stuff we've done? Or stuff you want to do?" she asks.

Logan answers truthfully. "Both."

"What kinds of things do you want to do? Is it stuff I won't do, or stuff we just haven't done yet?" she continues to quiz him.

"Rory, I can't let you know how depraved my mind is when it comes to you," he laughs.

"No. I don't need to know everything. I'm just curious," she says.

He tries to think of some of his tamer fantasies.

"I think about you in the newsroom a lot. After hours. And I just take you on your desk. Or sometimes, it's the middle of the day, and you pull me into the supply closet. You know the one with the toner and extra paper? And I go down on you until you're screaming, and I have to remind you there are people outside the door."

His confessions are greeted with silence.

She wanted to know. Shit, I could have said so much worse. I could have talked about threesomes and bondage.

Suddenly, he hears the vibrator humming again.

"Tell me more about the supply closet."

Logan is exhausted the next day. He's barely slept, but he's come three times, so he's feeling pretty good.

It wasn't a romantic night in London, but they had done the best they could with cell phones, a vibrator, and a hotel room in Des Moines.

He feels more secure with her than he's felt since he left home. He's ready to deal with Iowa.

Thirteen days later, Logan is aboard the jet, flying home to London. Seven cities in sixteen days has worn him out.

He has just decided to close his eyes to sleep, when his father approaches.

"You've worked hard, Logan. And now that we're almost done here, I have your next project ready."

"Awesome," Logan says, sarcastically.

"I'm looking at acquiring a website called Mashable. It's social media, which you and your team are very savvy with," Mitchum says.

"Okay." Whatever.

"Now the creator and owner has just left Scotland and moved to New York," Mitchum continues. "So I expect you will have to travel some."

Logan pulls his eyes up to meet his father's gaze. Mitchum is looking at him pointedly. "Do you think you would be okay with that?"

"Yeah… yes, okay," he says. "I'll get on that as soon as we get home."

I'm going to get to Rory. Thanks, Dad.

A/N: So, the revival? I have mixed feelings. I had really thought that this would be my last Logan-centric story, but that revival is begging for backstory and inner monologue, right? Because Logan is not a cheater. He just said so above :)