Author Note: All characters belong to Gilmore Girls. Logan's inner thoughts in italics.
Logan is exhausted. He has been working non-stop for three days exclusively on the proposal to acquire Mashable. He has sat in on every meeting with legal, adding his opinions on compensation, and concurrently he has been in every meeting with IT giving his thoughts on how to add the website under the HPG umbrella.
But the harder I work, the closer I get to New York and Rory.
He leaves the office around 7:00 and heads home. He puts a call into Rory. He leaves a quick voicemail telling her that he loves her and to call him back when she is home from class.
Their conversation has been slightly strained the last few weeks, as he is not being totally truthful with her about his work. He has not given her any indications that he may be able to see her soon. He can't dash her hopes again.
Rory returns his call right as he is getting ready for bed.
"Hey, Ace. I missed you today."
"Aww, I missed you too. I've been in the library for hours. Midterms. I had so much reading to do before I could even get to the papers."
"I gotta tell you, I do not miss midterms," he teases her.
"You are the worst!" she cries. "You are supposed to be sympathizing with me, and promising to read the books with me, and proof-reading my papers!"
"No way! I put in my time. Plus an extra year. And working is no picnic. Do you want to help me with expense reports and data analysis?"
"I don't even know the words you're using," Rory laughs.
"Are you done for the day?" Logan asks.
"I am. I still have to outline some things, but I got enough done that I can push that to tomorrow," she says.
Great. Her mind is clear.
Logan propositions her. "Interested in having sex with me in the shower?"
"Always. Are you thinking about that time in the pool house?"
"Oh, yeah."
Twenty minutes later, he is sweaty and sated. They lie there, just breathing together for a while.
"Can I ask you something? Something personal?" she asks him.
"We just had seriously intense phone sex. I think we are beyond personal boundaries at this point, Ace."
"Do you… always think about me when you do that? I mean, even times when we're not on the phone together?" Her voice is timid.
"Rory. Yes. Only you. I guess occasionally Alyssa Milano still sneaks in, but old habits are hard to break," he laughs.
"No, I don't mean like celebrity crushes. I just… do you ever think about other girls, real girls, that you've been with before?" she asks, even quieter.
"No," he says emphatically. "I swear Rory. Only you. Where is this coming from? Why would you think that?"
Rory doesn't respond, and Logan's mind shifts into high gear.
Who has been telling her stuff? What could they have been telling her anyway? I do only jerk off to her. I was joking about Alyssa Milano.
Maybe she… Has she talked to?… Oh my God.
Logan finally breaks the silence. "Are you asking because you think about him?"
"Who? Are you talking about Dean?"
"No. You know who I'm talking about, Rory." The guy who wants you back. The guy you almost cheated on me with. They guy who makes me insanely jealous.
"No, Logan. I don't think about him. Ever. In any way. Okay? Just you."
"And Jude Law?" he asks, trying to break the tension he has created.
"And Jude Law," she sighs. "I'm sorry I asked. I just feel a little insecure sometimes with you being so far away."
I'm such an asshole.
"Oh... I'm sorry, Ace. I don't know why I let him make me so paranoid. And I don't need anyone but you. You have nothing to be insecure about."
"Well neither do you, okay?"
They stay on the phone for a while longer, and by the time they hang up, things are back to normal. But Logan thinks about that conversation when he is falling asleep. He thinks about it over the next couple days, too, and it is always accompanied by a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.
I've got to get home to her.
Logan is hustling through another day when he gets a call on his desk phone. He picks up, and Steven asks to transfer his father in.
Shit. What did I do now?
"Logan!" Mitchum barks out. "I think we've got him. Pete. He's about to agree to terms. He just has a couple of sticking points. I need you in New York. You can take the company jet. I've set up a meeting for Friday morning, nine AM. Take your best three team members with you. Make this happen."
Logan's mind only has one track.
"Can I leave first thing in the morning?"
Mitchum groans. "Yes. Fine. Go see Rory, but eye on the prize here, Son. Make him agree to terms. I need to fly this weekend, so you are going to have to come home Friday night. This morning meeting is your only shot."
After a pause, Mitchum continues. "I'm sorry I can't give you the whole weekend with her."
"No, Dad. It's fine. And I'll close the deal. I've been working my ass off, and I know the numbers backwards and forwards. I got this."
He hangs up the phone and literally jumps out of his seat. He is too excited for words.
Logan tries to call Rory, but he gets her voicemail. This is too big to leave in a message, so he hangs up with intentions to call her later.
He begins strategically looking at members of his team. Will is his favorite, but probably not professional enough to pull this off. Phillip knows the numbers best, and Nick has the best attention to detail. David will probably be the next best to go, as he understands the IT parts of assimilating one website into another. He calls them all into his office.
He explains their task, and gives them each their assignments. David looks down at the floor and sighs.
"What's wrong?" Logan asks him.
"Tomorrow is my wife's birthday," he answers sheepishly. "It's not a big deal, though. It'll be fine."
Logan understands this all too well. "No. I don't want you to miss that. I can take someone else. Who knows the IT as well as you?"
Nick chimes in. "We should take Bobbi. I've sat in on presentations with her, and she always charms the pants off of everyone. David, can you prep her this afternoon?"
David looks to Logan. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Absolutely," Logan says. "Your wife is more important than whatever we're doing here. Go get Bobbi. We've got a long afternoon."
After they break for the day, Bobbi hangs back to chat with Logan.
"Thanks for including me in this. I can do it.".
"I know you can. We're going to crush it. You picked it all up really quickly today, " Logan says.
"And you... Are you so excited to see Rory?" she asks.
"You don't even know," Logan says.
"Have you gotten to tell her yet?"
"No, I'm going to try and get a hold of her tonight."
"You should surprise her. Harry did that for me once when I was still in university, and he had already graduated. It was brilliant," Bobbi says.
"That's… that's a really good idea. Thanks."
When their flight lands in New York the next day, Logan feels good about where his team is. They have spent the majority of the flight prepping, and they feel prepared for anything that may be thrown at them.
Once in New Haven, Logan stops by Ibiza and picks up all of Rory's favorite dishes. He stops in at the front desk and asks Carl for the Christmas lights.
He gets into his apartment and takes a moment to enjoy it. Henry. The pool table. His bed. He has missed it all. He hangs up his suit for tomorrow and throws some condoms in the bedside drawer.
He texts Rory.
Hey. You busy?
She gets back to him in a few minutes.
I'm studying in the library, but I should be home in about 45 minutes or so.
He responds quickly.
Okay. There's something tonight that I want to share with you.
Logan runs up to the roof and begins setting things up. Food, table, lights. It is getting dark, and everything is perfect.
He calls Rory right at the forty-five minute mark.
"Hey!" she says.
"Hey, you watchin' it?" he asks.
"What?"
"The meteor shower."
"What meteor shower?" she asks.
"It was on the news. The BBC said there's going to be some huge meteor shower tonight," he fibs. "I thought we could watch it together."
"Uh… Logan I have been in the library for the past nine hours. I don't know anything about any meteor showers. I could use a regular shower though," she says.
"Go up on the roof and check it out." He can barely keep the excitement out of his voice.
"Now?"
"Yes, now! It's supposed to start in like two minutes." I am so close.
She scoffs.
"Ace! This is a once in a lifetime celestial event. Get going!" I am only a flight of stairs away.
"Okay, okay. I'm getting. I'm going," she quips.
"Are you running?" Half a flight.
"I'm running, I'm running! Who knew you were such an astronomy buff?"
"Hurry!" Two steps.
"What has gotten into you?"
The door to the roof opens, and he finally lays eyes on her. Wow.
"It's a nice night."
"Oh my God! You're here! What are you doing here?" she squeals.
Logan laughs. "Happy to see me?"
"Beyond happy. I'm ecstatic!"
She runs into his arms, and he hugs her so tight she lifts off the ground.
"I can't believe you're here," she says. "And look at me- I'm covered in highlighter ink and I'm- I smell like fritos and ginger ale."
"It's an aphrodisiac." I would kiss you if you'd been rolling around in a dumpster.
"You're here, and you did all this?"
"You like?" he grins at her.
"I love! But you didn't have to do all this. I mean, you're here. It's enough. It's more than enough!" she rambles.
"Could you shut up now so I can kiss you?"
He puts his mouth on hers for the first time in almost five months, and it is like he never left.
"So there is no meteor shower?" Rory asks.
"No meteor shower."
"You used the entire cosmos to trick me?"
"I like to think big," he confesses.
"So what is going on? Why are you here?"
"I'm kissing my girlfriend on the roof," he says, dipping his head to hers again. "Mmm," he sighs against her lips.
"But why?" she asks, putting her hands on his chest.
"The fritos and ginger ale thing. I told you- huge turn-on." He kisses her again until she stops him.
Rory pushes him away and sighs. "Explain yourself!"
"I'm just here for a quick business trip," he tells her.
"How quick?"
"Too quick." Really fucking short.
He reaches his hands around her hips trying desperately to get closer.
"How quick is too quick?"
He kisses her forehead. "I have a ten o'clock flight back to London tomorrow night."
"Oh… That is too quick," she pouts.
"That website my team has been trying to buy… The owners finally agreed to sit down and talk to us tomorrow over breakfast," he explains.
"Logan! That's great, right? I mean, three weeks ago they weren't even taking your calls."
"It is great. However, not as exciting as kissing my girlfriend on the roof."
She gives in again and lets him kiss her.
"So what's that amazing smell?" she asks, pulling out of the kiss.
"Food from Ibiza."
"The island?"
"The tapas place downtown," he says.
"Ooh. Did you get the duck?" she asks.
"I did."
"And the short ribs?"
"Yes. And…" He pulls out a bottle of wine.
"Ooh," Rory gasps. "A 2003 red something. Oh, I bet it's very oaky and corky, and full of fruity legs."
"Know a lot about wine do you?" he laughs. I love when she plays cute like this.
"Not really, but the label's pretty."
"There's also gazpacho, that cheese pie thing you love. Plus flan."
"Ooh, flan. You got me flan?" she asks, elated.
"Doesn't take much to make you happy, does it?"
"Not when you're on this continent."
He pulls her back in for another kiss, grabbing her and pulling her as close as he can. We have to eat now, or I won't ever stop.
"Okay, why don't you open this wine? I wanna taste those fruity legs, and I'll make you a plate, extra flan."
He heads toward the table, just as Rory squeals and runs back to him.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here," she squeals jumping into his arms.
I have missed this so much.
Logan squeezes her tight, laughing, and then says, "Come on, let's eat. You need your energy for the things I have planned for you later."
"You have a filthy mind, Huntzberger."
"And you love it."
"I do," she grins. "Let's eat quick."
They begin eating, trying to act normal, but they can't stop grinning and touching each other. He feels like he is kissing her after every bite, but it's not enough.
The wine is starting to stain her teeth, which she hates, but he secretly loves. Wine loosens her up.
The weather is perfect, and eventually they push their plates aside and he pulls her into his lap. He nuzzles into her neck, and she sighs contentedly.
"So there is no meteor shower, but will you lay and look at the stars with me?" she asks. "It's such a romantic night."
"I will do anything you ask, Ace. As long as you are close enough to touch, I will do anything you want."
He pulls some pillows off of the outdoor couch and lays them down, making a pallet for the two of them to lay on. He pulls her close to him.
"It's a little too early to see everything," he tells her.
"We can stay as long as we want," she offers.
He looks at her lustily. "I plan on us being naked shortly, which I'm okay with, but I don't know if you're ready to give our neighbors the full monty."
"Lo-gan." She laughs and snuggles up to him. "I'm so happy."
"Me, too," he sighs. He pulls her close to smell her shampoo. "You know, you can't do this in London? The city lights are so bright, you almost never see the stars."
"Yeah, but its London," she responds.
"Yeah," he scoffs. None of it means anything when you're not there with me.
"Wait, are you tired of London?" she asks incredulously.
He answers truthfully. "I'm tired of not being around you."
"Yeah, but you can't be tired of London. Samuel Johnson said when you're tired of London, you're tired of life."
"Obviously, the man was never in a long distance relationship," Logan laughs.
"That's true," Rory agrees. "Boswell did keep quite close."
He leans over to place a kiss on her temple and feels her squirming away from him. She grabs his wrist, and he understands her actions.
"What are you doing?" he asks, knowing the answer.
"Nothing!"
"Are you trying to sneak a peek at my watch?" Logan asks, turning up to face her.
"Well, I just can't believe it," she says. "I can't believe that you're here, and I can't believe that you're leaving in only… twenty-six hours and forty-five minutes."
That's more time than we've had in five months.
"Come on, think positive. That's an entire lifetime to a fruit fly," he admonishes her.
"Actually, you're thinking of a mayfly. Fruit flies can live for up to a month." She catches Logan's eye roll and continues. "So what do you think? Can you stay for a month? I mean, what if your meeting tomorrow goes really, really well?"
"I hope it does," he sighs. It will mean I'm in New York a lot more.
"It will. It's a great idea."
"It's basically MySpace." This is his biggest fear. That the market is already closing out.
"But by invitation only," she reminds him. "And it'll be like an online version of the Algonquin Group. Like throwing a party in your head where everyone you've ever wanted to talk to is there. Ira Glass, Sofia Coppola, Flaubert, Danger Mouse."
She is the best cheerleader.
"The deal's not done yet," he smiles. "Far from it. These guys aren't going to just hand over their website because we buy them breakfast."
"They might! Tell them they can order pancakes and eggs. Don't make them choose. Sausage, bacon, fruit, potatoes. Let 'em get the whole combo cause then, they will have to sell it to you. It'd be rude not to," she rambles.
"You are a business genius, Ace." Logan laughs. All she ever needs is food.
"Well, I'm taking ECON with my grandpa," she says smugly.
"Well whatever happens, we'll be ready. We've been working our asses off on this one. Nick, Bobbi, Phillip."
"Oh yes, Phillip, Nick, Bobby. The team. The starting line-up."
"It is a classic win-win. They give us a foothold in new media. We give them a huge influx in capital. Which they need, believe me. When it comes to debt versus equity, they're screwed. They have no liquidity, huge expenses, zero revenue. I mean, the targeting advertising potential alone…"
He trails off as he sees Rory eyes widen.
"What? What are you staring at?" he asks her.
"You, Mr. Debt-versus-equity."
Logan laughs. "Are you mocking me?"
"Yeah, but I like it," she responds. "Tell me more about this, um… targeted advertising potential."
He drops his voice lower. "Well, what do you want to know? There's pay-per-click, pay-per-lead, banner ads, pixel tagging," he flirts.
"Oh stop! I'm getting weak in the knees," she says.
Logan laughs and pulls her close for a kiss. It is playful at first, but soon he is grasping at her shirt, trying to get his hands under it. He finally does, and he splays his hands along her ribcage, rolling his thumbs up to the undersides of her breasts.
"Now you really are making me weak in the knees," she whispers.
"Too weak to make it downstairs?" he asks between kisses.
"Race you there," Rory says, jumping away from him. He laughs and runs behind her.
It is all better than he remembered. Not having her for five months means it goes quicker than he would have liked. But I've got 24 more hours to get all of her I can.
Rory is in the shower ("You are sweet, but I know that I actually don't smell that good"), and Logan pulls on pajama pants and a sweat shirt to head back up to the roof. He has somehow become responsible over the last few months.
He unplugs and winds up all the lights, and he throws all of the trash away. He is packing up the food when the door from below opens.
"What are you doing?" Rory asks him.
"Cleaning up," he says.
"Ooh. Make sure you keep…" she trails off as she sees all the leftovers he is packing away.
Logan laughs out loud. "Trust me- I know how much you like leftovers right out of the container."
He turns to look at her. Her hair is messily knotted up on her head. She has pulled on bottoms and a thin tank top. She is so beautiful. I can't get enough of just looking at her. In person.
The cold night air is causing her nipples to pucker, which is, in turn, causing his pants to tighten.
"Hey, Mister. Eyes up here," Rory says.
"I'm sorry, but, Ace… look at them," he responds.
"Shut up. It's cold," she protests wrapping her arms around herself.
"Come here," he whispers huskily. He kisses her lightly before running his hands along over the top of her tank top. Her nipples tighten harder, and he groans into her mouth.
She pushes away from him. "I'll help you take these inside. It'll be quicker."
They load up, get down the stairs, and run into the apartment as quickly as they can.
As soon as the she closes the refrigerator door, he whips her around and kisses her hard. He puts his knee between her legs and braces her against him. He grabs her butt, picks her up, and spins her around to set her on the island. She pulls her tank top off.
Rory puts her hands down behind her and arches her back, thrusting her breasts right toward him. He attacks the nipples that have been taunting him for the last few minutes. Rory is moaning and rolling her hips against him. Thank God this is round two, or I would already be done.
She pushes her pajama pants down and off. Leaning back further onto her elbows, she brings her feet up to the island, spreading herself completely open to him.
Holy fucking…
He leans down to kiss the inside of her thigh, then laughs. He looks up and smirks. "I'm gonna taste these fruity legs too." He returns to his task, dragging his tongue down her inner thigh.
Rory giggles. "Sexual puns. A man after my own heart."
The giggles subside though when his tongue reaches her apex.
They spend the rest of the night making love. They are continuously connected through hands, mouths, and whispers of devotion. Logan wants to memorize every curve of her body, every smell of her skin, every soft noise she makes.
As he drifts off to sleep finally, he thinks that he has never felt closer to her.
The alarm comes far earlier than he would like. He is exhausted, and this meeting means so much. He has to get back into the city, strategize, and get his game face on.
He looks over at Rory, quietly sleeping. It was all worth it.
After a quick shower, he is getting dressed when Rory begins to stir. "Logan?' she calls.
"Shh. Go back to sleep. It's only six," he whispers.
"In the morning?" she asks, sitting up.
"Yes, in the morning. Go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you," he says. But he can't resist walking over to steal a kiss.
"Hey! Where are you going? Come back here!" she says, tugging at his arm.
"I can't," he sighs. "I promised Nick, Bobbi, and Phillip I'd meet up with them for breakfast before the pitch."
Rory pouts. "I thought the pitch was at breakfast."
"It is, but we can't just walk in there unprepared. We gotta go over our notes, talk strategy. It's a pre-breakfast breakfast." I have to make sure Bobbi has her shit down.
She rolls her eyes. "Work dork."
What?
"Did you just call me a work dork?" he asks, disbelieving. No one has ever accused me of such a thing.
"Admit it. Just admit that you're a work dork."
"I'll admit that I'm a work dork, if you admit that you love that I'm a work dork," he compromises. I seem to remember it getting you hot and bothered last night.
"Done," she agrees, pulling him close for another kiss.
"Now I really have to go."
"Hey I have ways of making you stay, you know?"
God, I know. Doesn't she know if I could be her man for a job, that's what I would choose to do? But I have to be a publishing magnate.
"I know, I know. But take pity on me please? After work, I promise I am all yours. Dinner?" he asks. Please don't be busy.
"Is it a pre-dinner dinner, or a real dinner?"
"As many dinners as you want." And dessert. He steals one last kiss.
He turns to leave, but Rory tugs his arm back harder.
"Ah, man. I can't believe we wasted four and a half hours on sleep. What are we down to now, like 15 hours?"
Fuck. Don't remind me.
"Rory, I'm actually going to need both arms for this pitch," he says.
"Okay, I'll let go. Just one more kiss," she says.
She agreed to that too easily…
"I don't believe you."
"Try me."
He leans in, grabs her cheeks, and pulls out before she even knows it's happening.
"Hey! No fair!" she squeals.
"I'll call you later," he promises.
"Work dork!"
"Work dork lover!"
I promise Rory. One day I am not going to have to leave you.
The pitch could not have gone better. Everyone was tight and on point. They sit back and wait for Pete's response.
"You have to understand that this is my intellectual property, and it doesn't feel like something I can put a price tag on. I have just spent so long with this concept, and its finally coming to fruition. My intellectual property is now an actual functioning website. I don't want to be a sell-out."
"Listen," Logan begins, in his most understanding voice. "I understand what you are saying. This is your baby, and you don't want to give up any control of it. We're not asking you to. Our goal here is simple. We want to use your website to advertise and to invest. Because we think your intellectual property is amazing. We have no interest in taking what's yours. In fact, we want to help you reach as many people as possible. Our money will allow you to do that and, in turn, will allow us to make money. You are still going to have complete autonomy over site content. We just want autonomy of the logistics of running it. She's still going to be your baby. We just want to be the doting uncle."
Pete sighs and looks away. He begins muttering to himself.
That was my best speech. If this doesn't work, I've got nothing left.
Suddenly Bobbi stands, grabs her things, and says "Meeting's over, boys."
What the fuck is she doing? We've almost got him!
Pete looks up, discombobulated. "What? I'm… Don't leave, okay? We can work this out."
Logan looks at Bobbi with new found respect and closes the deal.
He has never felt so high without drugs.
I did it. I bought the website for exactly the amount of money I was authorized to use. Rory is going to be so proud.
When he calls her, he can't even remember what he says. All he knows is that she cleared her schedule, and he has to get her car service. Maybe we should just hole up in a hotel room instead of dinner. We can eat when we're apart.
He joins back up with the team who are also deliriously excited.
"Let's have a blow-out dinner before we get back on the plane. We deserve it," Nick says.
"I would love to, but I'm having Rory down for dinner."
"Ooh, bring her. I would love to meet her," Bobbi says.
"I don't know," Logan says. I kind of just want to be alone with her. But... she was disappointed when she didn't get to meet them in August.
"Logan, I'm dying to meet this girl. You talk about her all the time. It'll be fun. Let's do early dinner, and then you can take a stroll through the city before you leave," Bobbi offers.
"Okay," he finally agrees. "But for now, can I get into one of your rooms and take a nap?"
The champagne is flowing heavy. He is telling the team about the conversation he just had with his father. Mitchum is pleased with today's progress, to say the least. This is the biggest professional score any of them have ever had, and they cannot stop reliving it.
He keeps checking his watch, as the victory will not feel complete until he can share it with Rory. Finally, he spots her coming in, and he rushes up to meet her.
"Ahoy, my captain of industry!" she jokes as she rushes toward him.
"Ace," he smiles.
"Hey, where is your uniform?" she chastises him. "I was expecting the whole works- a spiffy hat, shiny shoes, epaulets with scrambled eggs on them."
"Scrambled eggs on my clothes? What you must think of me. You look gorgeous." He leans into to kiss her. "Though I was hoping you'd wear a nice little sailor's middy. You'd look so cute in a middy."
His mind immediately flashes to making love to her on that stolen yacht.
"Oh, I'd love to wear a middy. And a little sailor hat, like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man."
I wonder if she's thinking about sex at sea too?
"Because who doesn't want to date a giant humanoid marshmallow," he laughs.
She pulls his face towards hers again. "I'm so proud of you," she says, kissing him sweetly.
"Hmm. Come on. Our table's over here." He wraps his arm around her waist and leads her towards his friends.
"Everybody," he announces to the table, "I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Rory."
He makes introductions around the table as everyone stands to shake her hand.
Bobbi asks about another bottle of champagne, and Logan can't agree quickly enough. Ace loves it. And if I can get a little buzzed, maybe I can get her into a bathroom stall.
He pulls out her chair to get her settled at the table and lets his friends take over the conversation. Nick and Phillip start whining about food and budgets, while he puts his thigh right next to Rory's and wishes he had just gotten her to a hotel room.
"So, Rory. I've heard so much about you," Bobbi gushes as she turns to Rory.
"Oh, yeah?" Rory says.
"Logan has talked my ear off about you!" Bobbi exclaims.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, me, too. He's talked my ear off about you and all of you. I mean, I'm practically Van Gogh from my earlessness," Rory replies.
She's rambling. Is she nervous?
Bobbi turns to him. "Did we order champagne yet? Your girlfriend must be parched."
"Excuse me, Miss," Logan says, flagging down their server. "Um, we'd like another bottle over here please."
"Oh, and bring another bread plate," Phillip chimes in.
As they all laugh at Phillip's appetite, Logan sneaks a glance at Rory. Her face is completely blank.
Maybe the champagne will settle her down.
The champagne comes and Logan quickly gives her a healthy pour. She downs it quickly.
Shit. Something is not right.
They are short on time, so they order tapas for the table, forgoing a full meal.
Logan keeps trying to get Rory's attention- touching her thigh, putting food on her plate, but she seems oblivious to his actions.
Finally, Rory says, "Tell me about your meeting today."
They all launch into the story, still high off their victory. Logan can feel himself getting more animated as he speaks.
We are probably louder than necessary, but damn, it's still so awesome.
The waitress hands him a dessert menu, which he immediately shows to Phillip. He points to the panna cotta because he knows Rory loves it. He turns back to her to find her in conversation with Bobbi.
"I swear, when I was at Oxford, I did nothing but read literature. It was such a luxury," Bobbi is saying.
"That's one way to look at it," Rory replies.
"Oh, I long for those days. Just reading books, thinking," Bobbi continues.
"I do like thinking."
Uh-oh.
"Well enjoy it while it lasts. Before you know it, you'll be out in the real world with the rest of us poor sods," Bobbi says
Rory responds "Seems like you manage to have some fun."
"Well, Logan is a big part of that. He is such a laugh," Bobbi says, smiling at him.
What is she doing? She sounds like she's flirting. Rory is not gonna like this…
"He's actually a lot more serious than you might think," she responds, taking his hand.
Whoa, she does not like her. She's marking her territory...
He brings her hand to his mouth so everyone is clear on where his affections lie. Rory continues. "It probably takes a long time to get to know that side of him, the serious side."
"Oh, you two are so adorable," Bobbi coos.
He interlocks his fingers with Rory's as Bobbi stands up and flippantly re-enacts the scene on her way to the bathroom. "Isn't she a riot?" he asks Rory, trying his best to smooth it over.
"Hilarious," she says sarcastically.
On that note, it's probably time for us to go.
He whispers in her ear. "Wanna skip dessert, so we can be alone for a little bit?"
Rory rolls her eyes. "Yes."
He stands up to let Nick and Phillip know he is leaving. "We're going to go ahead and take off. Here's the corporate card. Don't forget it. I'll see you guys on the plane in an hour or so, okay?"
They start to protest, but they can quickly tell by the look on his face that he will not be relenting. They both stand to say goodbye to Rory who says, "Tell Bobbi it was nice to meet her."
Logan steers her away from the table towards the hostess stand where she picks up her jacket.
"Do you want to go walk in the park for a bit, or is it too cold?" he asks her on their way out the door.
"How much time do we have?" she asks in a small voice.
"I know," Logan says. "Let's just walk together for a while."
They fall in step quietly, and Logan knows something is up. I just want to leave on a happy note. But finally, he can't stand it anymore and he asks, "You tired?"
"I'm good," she says with a tight smile.
She's not.
"Cause I can always have the car come and pick us up on the corner."
"I'm fine," she sighs.
"Well, hey. I know, I could carry you," he offers.
"Carry me?" Rory asks, incredulous.
"Yeah- Piggyback, fireman's carry, in both arms, your choice." I would carry you anywhere you wanted to go.
"No… I'm really fine," she assures him.
But she's not.
"Wow. Okay, so I guess something's really wrong," Logan says.
"Just because I don't want to be fireman carried doesn't mean something is wrong," she says.
"But something is wrong."
"No, it's just…" she trails off.
"Just?" he prods her.
"This isn't exactly what I expected tonight. I was just a little confused, I guess. You called, you were so excited. You said 'celebrate.' I thought it was gonna be just us," she says.
"Last night was just us," he says, leading her down the sidewalk.
Rory sighs. "I know, and it was also… perfect and romantic. And the more I talk about it, the more I feel stupid for even bringing this up."
"Look, I'm sorry I wasn't clear on the phone. I'm sorry that you didn't have a good time tonight." I knew I should have just kept her to myself.
"Well, no. It's not that. I mean, I get it. The guys are great. Okay. But technically, Bobby. Well she's not exactly a guy," Rory says.
So that's what this is really about.
Logan laughs. "Yeah, you got me there."
"And until about three hours ago, I thought that she was a guy. You know why? Because you never use personal pronouns- she, her. I mean would that have been so unbelievably difficult to fit into a conversation? I don't know about you, but most of the 'Bobbys' I know are guys. Bobby Kennedy, Bobby Brady, Bobby Knight, Bobby Brown…" she rambles. "You're smiling at me. Why are you smiling at me?"
"Because you are very cute when you're jealous," Logan answers. I love it.
"I'm not jealous," she protests.
"Rory," he scoffs, as he spies the limo three cars away.
"Oh, and it's not just that. I mean, it was everything," she pouts. "It was not feeling like I was included. I mean no one all night asked me anything about me."
"Bobbi asked about you," he reminds her.
"Yeah, and how condescending was she? 'Oh it's such a luxury to read literature,'" she says in a faux British accent. She lets out an exasperated sigh. "And did you hear what she called us?... Adorable. She called us an adorable couple."
"Wait, she said that out loud?" Logan deadpans.
"Yes. Adorable."
"Wow, you want me to go back there and kick her ass?" Logan asks.
"Adorable is what you say about a Full House rerun. It's not what you say about something that lasts. The Great Wall of China, the pyramids. No one ever called them adorable."
Logan reaches for her, but she backs away and continues her tirade, raising her volume. "And excuse me, but how many times does a girl need to stand up at dinner? Yes, you have legs. We get it. You know 'Oh, no. I'm not leaving. I'm just going to the loo.' Here's a tip. You're in America now. Speak English," she rambles.
"Okay. So just to clarify in the future, you would prefer I work only with girls who have no legs?" Logan can't help but tease her.
"You're not taking me seriously!"
"Because you're not being serious. Bobby is my colleague. She's great at what she does. She's smart. She's talented." She's annoying, and you have nothing to worry about. "You know, Nick has great legs too. Maybe before you rush to judgement you should check his out.
Rory rolls her eyes. "Great, so now I'm not just an idiot. I'm an anti-feminist idiot. An anti-feminist idiot who's standing here in the street arguing about things I don't really want to be arguing about."
"You don't?" he asks her.
"No. Do you think I like feeling this way? I mean, I haven't seen you for months and months, and now you're in town for what- twenty-six hours? And in that time, I can't just get happy and act like a fruit fly?" She is getting worked up again.
"Mayfly," he interrupts.
"I can't just live in the moment and enjoy the twenty-six great hours ahead of me? I have to be sulky and miserable while all the other fruit flies share private jokes with my boyfriend? You think I like this about myself? Wrong. I hate myself for being this way. I hate Bobbi for her professionally tweezed eyebrows and her oh-so-incredible ability to stand up at a moment's notice. And most of all, I hate the fact that in a few seconds you'll be in that car leaving me again."
Oh, Rory.
"That is a hell of a long way to go just to say 'I miss you,'" he says.
"Any thoughts in response?" she asks.
"I miss you too, Ace," he sighs.
Her eyes well up with tears. "Five words. You only used five words."
Logan grins. "Yeah, well, I'm not done yet."
He pulls her close and kisses her with everything he's got. Her body molds into his as she sighs against his mouth.
He whispers into her. "You are the only woman I want. Bobbi can't hold a candle to you. And you know if I had my way, I would stay here with you, right?"
She pulls away to look in his eyes. "I'm sorry I get so jealous. You just don't talk about her much, and I sat through the entire dinner wondering why."
"I don't talk about her, because I don't think about her," he promises to her. He leans in to kiss her again. "Get in the car," he commands her.
"Logan. I have to go to my grandparents' house."
"Just get in the car. We are flying out of White Plains so you can drop me off, and I'll have the driver keep going to Hartford," he pleads. "Please. I'm not ready to let go of you yet."
"Okay," she relents.
He opens up the door for her and goes up front to talk to the driver. "We need to go to the airfield at White Plains. But, um, when we get there, don't open the door. We'll come out when we're ready." Logan hands him a one hundred dollar bill and receives a nod of agreement.
He follows Rory into the back of the limo.
"Logan. I'm sorry-" she starts, but he cuts her off with a kiss. She seems to understand what he is saying because she slides her tongue into his mouth.
He shrugs off his jacket, and she begins unbuttoning his shirt. His hands are knotted up around her ponytail and her hands are everywhere. She reaches for his belt buckle.
Holy shit. We are going to fuck in the back of this car.
He reaches up under her dress and tugs at her panties. She leans back and allows him to take them off. He pulls his own pants low enough to allow his erection free, and Rory moves over him, straddling his lap. She is hovering in just the right place when a terrible thought occurs to him.
"Dammit. The condoms are in my suitcase in the trunk."
"Noooo. Is there any way to get them?" she asks. She is rubbing and moving and too close.
He desperately searches behind him for a magical trapdoor, but to no avail.
"I don't… I don't think so," he says, trying his best not to push up into her.
She looks him in the eye, and says "It's fine. I have been really good with my pill this month, and you can just… pull out."
"Rory, I don't know-" but he is cut off as she lowers herself onto him. "Oh God..."
They move together, and he can't believe that this is the last time he will get to do this for a while. He desperately tries to put his mind somewhere else. I have to make this last longer.
But Rory is moving and moaning and being naughtier than she's ever been. Who knew she had this in her?
She comes hard against him, and he knows he can't last much longer. He unzips her dress just enough to let her breasts spill out of the top.
Good God. No bra.
"Rory. You have to get off me now." He pulls at her hips, but she stubbornly refuses to move. She keeps driving down onto him, making him completely crazy.
"Rory."
"Hold on. I need… Almost… there..."
As she comes again, Logan loses his will and erupts inside her. They slowly still their movements. She kisses him sweetly.
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't stop," she says.
"I know. Me either," he agrees. "I love you so much."
"I love you so much," she says.
She climbs off of him and grabs some tissues to start cleaning them up. He lays back and sighs, closing his eyes, not quite ready to move.
He slowly begins pulling his boxers and pants back up as Rory is moving along the seat, feeling the edges with her hands.
"What are you doing?" he asks her.
"Looking for my panties," Rory answers. She catches his smirk and says, "Don't laugh. I have to go to Hartford. I can't walk into Emily Gilmore's house with no panties."
Logan laughs even harder. "You've done a lot of things in Emily Gilmore's house with no panties."
"It's not funny!"
"It kind of is," he says. "Honestly, they weren't covering that much anyway. You'll be fine."
The limo stops, and they both sit up to look at each other.
"No," she whimpers. "Not yet."
He looks at his watch. He needs to get on the plane.
"Come here," he says, pulling her close. "I'll get back as soon as I can, okay?" He kisses her temple and hugs her as tight as he can. "But I have to go now."
Her face pulls into a frown, and he has to get out of there before they both start crying. He kisses her lips one more time, then opens the door and climbs out.
He straightens his clothes and pulls on his jacket. His driver has already gotten his suitcase out, and Logan hands him another hundred. "She needs to go to Hartford. She'll give you the address."
Logan walks up the staircase of the jet with a heavy heart. Everyone else is already aboard. They must sense his mood, because no one says anything.
"What time is it?" Logan asks. "I'm sorry. I think I'm late."
"Don't worry about it. Its the middle of the night London time, so we're all just going to sleep anyway," Bobbi says.
"Thanks," Logan says, taking off his jacket and emptying his pockets. His wallet, his phone, Rory's thong.
Shit. I must have put them in my pocket when I took them off of her.
He tries to grab it back quickly, but it is wound around his phone. The phone clatters back to the table in what feels like slow motion. He knows his face is flushing as he diligently untangles her panties from the phone. No one says anything, and Logan is grateful that no one is commenting.
Suddenly, Nick snorts and once the silence is broken, Phillip and Bobbi both join in. Eventually Logan is laughing too.
"Shut up. It had been almost five months."
A few weeks later, the landline rings in the middle of the night, pulling Logan out of a deep sleep.
"Rory? Are you okay? What's wrong?"
She is quiet for a moment, then finally answers. "Logan. I'm late."
"I know, Baby. Its like three o'clock in the morning. What's going on?" He tries desperately to wake up.
"No, Logan. I'm late. My period is late."
Oh shit.
A/N: This is one of my favorite Rogan episodes, and I hope I did it justice. Every time I think I am writing Logan as too romantic and too in love, Matt Czuchry gives an interview that is romantic and perfect and everything we all think Logan is!
I had already mapped out this entire story before the revival so the pregnancy line seems contrived now, but it was too late to change it completely.