AN: Hi everyone! Only one chapter plus the epilogue left after this. I can't believe how fast going through this story has been. I really hope you are enjoying it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am working on another so far untitled story, but it will probably be a few weeks before I am ready to start posting it. This post is the reason that this story has an M rating, please let me know what you think!
Logan couldn't remember another time it had rained this hard. His power was out and he was sitting at his kitchen table reading the New York Times debating how badly he wanted a cup of coffee, not really willing to venture out in this weather. It was mid afternoon, but the sky was so dark, it could easily be mistaken for the early evening.
He had tried calling Rory but her phone was off. She must still be on the plane, he thought. He was half tempted to call his secretary and tell her he was taking a few days off, to fly to Wisconsin and surprise Rory, but he had that big meeting coming up on Tuesday, as much as he hated it, he had to stay put.
He was startled out of his daze by a frantic sounding pounding on his door. He thought it must be Finn, or Colin. They had been trying to get him out for three weeks, to get him to spill on his weekend with Rory, but he continued to rebuff them on the phone. Maybe they had decided to try a more direct approach.
"I'm coming." Logan yelled. "Calm down."
The frantic pounding continued.
He opened the door and his eyes went wide with shock. It wasn't Colin or Finn. Rory was standing on his doorstep.
She was soaked to the skin, her hair stringy and dripping.
"Rory, come in, you're soaked." Logan said.
Rory just continued to stand there. "I quit." She told him.
"I did what you said. I jumped." She continued.
Logan stepped out onto the stoop and wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, refusing to let go. The rain continued to pour on both of them, but neither seemed to notice. They were too wrapped up in their embrace.
They finally broke the kiss, and Logan rested his forehead on Rory's. "Come on in Ace. You're shaking. You're soaked and freezing."
Logan took Rory by the hand and led her into the house.
"Let's get you into something warm and dry Ace."
Rory nodded, and went to grab something from her suitcase.
Logan told her no, and went to grab her a pair of his sweats, and a blanket instead. She went into the washroom and changed, and came out, surprised to see that Logan was still wearing the wet clothes from their impromptu make out session on his front stoop.
"Logan, you're still soaked. You need to change." Rory told him, thumbing at the hem of his wet shirt.
Logan said "I know, I just wanted to hear what happened first."
"What happened can wait." She told him and helped him take off his shirt.
"We need to get you out of these wet clothes."
She reached, thumbing at the waist of this sweat pants, and leaned back in for another kiss.
"We do, do we?" Logan asked already feeling blood rush to his member, as Rory helped him step out of the pants.
"Well miss Gilmore, I believe that you are at an unfair advantage in warmth as you are fully clothed, and I am standing here not wearing a stitch." Logan said between kisses on her neck.
"Well you know, they say the best way to warm someone up, is by skin on skin contact." She smiled.
Logan took that as his cue to undress her, and slowly explore her body.
He started by continuing to kiss her neck, and led a trail of kisses down her collarbone.
Taking her breasts, one in each hand, Logan took turns taking each nipple into his mouth, teasing with his teeth and sucking, just hard enough to get her moaning with pleasure.
The stumbled and found their way to his couch, and he continued the trail of kisses finding his way to between her legs.
Rory was moaning harder now, as she began to move her body and grind it into Logan's face as he continued to tease her with his tongue. She got rougher and rougher the closer to climax she got, soon bucking her hips as Logan swirled his tongue around her clit. As her climax came, she continued bucking her hips, riding out the sensation for every last second, enjoying this moment, with him.
As she came down from that post orgasm high, she pulled Logan back up to kiss her. Flipping him onto the couch, she started her own trail of kisses down his stomach before taking his cock into her mouth. Massaging his balls as she continued to pleasure him, she looked up, and watched his reactions as she pushed him closer and closer to an orgasm of his own.
"Ace wait." Logan told her, pulling her back up to eye level, kissing her hard, and finally, entering her with his member. They continued and moved together, a rhythm unto their own, like clockwork, two cogs working together to power one clock. Together, they were that clock, Rory and Logan. They were one. They came together, the climax shared, pulling each other closer than they thought possible, moving together, until they were spent.
Sometime later, laying on the couch, wrapped in the blanket, Logan finally said, "tell me about it."
Rory sighed."I'd finally had enough."
"Jerry called me this morning and tried to change my schedule again. He wanted me to leave right away for a month in Alaska." Rory told him.
"Ouch" Logan said. "Though I'm sure Alaska would be pretty cool."
Rory snorted. "You don't know the half it. He wanted me to live in the Alaskan bush for a month. No electricity, no indoor plumbing, a hunting date with Sarah Palin.
Logan couldn't stop laughing, "you couldn't survive one day in the Alaskan bush Ace. Not without your precious coffee."
"I know. Right?" She responded.
"As I sat there, listening to Jerry go on and on about how great the Alaska story would be, I thought back to our conversation from last night. You made me think back to a time when my writing meant something to me. Writing hasn't brought me joy, or excitement in a long time. You encouraged me to do what I needed to do, to get that spark, you told me to jump."
"I realized when I was on the phone with Jerry, that this time, jumping meant me quitting my job. Jumping into the unknown. Finding me again."
Logan smiled. "Ace, you sound happier today, than you have since we reconnected."
Rory lifted her head off his chest and nodded.
"I am. I really am." She smiled.
"Though, Now that I'm fully into the unknown, it's kind of scary." She told him.
"What am I going to do?" She asked. "My job didn't exactly allow me to bank very much for life savings." She sighed.
"Don't worry about it Rory. You've got me. We can figure this out together." Logan told her.
She smiled and said "You jump, I jump, Jack."
Logan smiled, kissed her, rolled over, and there on the couch, they went for round two.
...
Two months later
Rory sat nervously in the office of the New York Times, waiting for her interview.
They had posted an ad looking for a writer, for a weekly column. Logan had offered to make a call, but Rory had refused, wanting to try this on her own.
In preparation, she wrote several pieces on life in Stars Hollow, referencing many of the crazy antics she witnessed as a teenager in that small town. She had submitted the articles as a part of a portfolio a week ago, and yesterday received a call asking for her to come in to interview.
Staring at her feet, she quietly thumbed the hem of her skirt, picking at a loose string. She was trying to keep herself calm, but this was the New York Times! This was her dream!"
"Miss Gilmore, Mr. Davies will see you now." The secretary told her.
Rory took a deep breath, stood and smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt, and followed the secretary into the office.
"Rory Gilmore. It's a pleasure to meet you. Jonathan Davies." He said and stuck out his hand.
Rory shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you too."
"Sit. Please." Jonathan told her.
"So, Miss Gilmore. You certainly had some interesting stories you submitted as part of your portfolio."
"Please, call me Rory." She said.
"And yes, Stars Hollow, is really nothing short of interesting." She laughed.
"I noticed that your portfolio mostly consists of unpublished pieces, and pieces that are a few years old. I see that you were working up until two months ago. Why didn't you include any of that?" Jonathan asked her.
Rory took a deep breath. "To be completely honest, I lost my spark. I went through a period where I lost my motivation. I spent the last eight and a half years living out of a suitcase, and the last few years writing obscure articles that no one was reading. After I finished my work on the Obama campaign, It was tough to maintain a job with the state of our economy. Any job offer I had, dried up. I did what I could to get by, but that's all I was doing. Getting by. Two months ago, I decided I needed to do what was best for me, as scary as that was. I needed to step into the unknown. I needed to jump, take a leap of faith so to speak."
"Rory Gilmore, that is probably one of the most honest answers I have ever heard." Jonathan smiled at her.
"I have to know though." He said.
"All of those things in Stars Hollow. How many of them are real, and how many are fiction?"
"Sir, I can guarantee that each of those stories actually happened." Rory responded.
"Even the traffic cam?" He asked, incredulously.
"Even the traffic cam." She said.
"And are there more stories, like these?"
Rory laughed. "There are enough stories to fill a book. Maybe several books."
"Well, Rory. I'd like to hear those stories."
Rory felt her hopes raise.
Jonathan continued. "I think our readers would like to read those stores too."
Rory grinned from ear to ear.
"You know, this probably doesn't pay as much as you might expect." Jonathan told her.
"Mr. Davies, my dream since I was a child was to become a journalist and work for the New York Times. You could pay me in pennies and I wouldn't complain."
"Well Rory, you can rest assured, we will not be paying you in pennies. Jonathan laughed.
Rory sat in Jonathan's office for the next hour, working out the details of pay, deadlines, expectations, and additional writing opportunities.
By the time she left the office she was practically floating. She was barely outside before she tried to start making phone calls.
First to Logan, no answer. He must still be in a meeting she thought.
Then to her mother, again no answer. She tried the Dragonfly and Michel informed her that her mother was not in.
That's weird, Rory thought.
Since those were the two people she wanted to tell the most, she held off on the other phone calls for now, and with a spring in her step flagged a cab, back to Logan's brownstone where she had taken up residence since she turned up on his doorstep in the pouring rain two months ago.
As she walked in the front door and dropped her keys, she thought she heard a rustling sound, and a giggle but she shrugged it off, thinking she had imagined it.
Stepping into the living room, she was given quite the shock. A huge banner read congratulations Rory, and all of her loved ones were standing around waiting to greet her.
"Wait. What? How?" Rory said.
Logan came up and pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the temple.
"Let's face it Ace. You were a shoe in for that job. You deserved it and we all knew it."
Rory smiled and finally looked around. Her mother and Luke were here. April who was studying at NYU sat in the corner. She saw her grandmother, Lane and Zack, Sookie, Jess, Paris and Doyle, Finn and Colin were standing by the bar. Even Honor, Josh, and their two kids were in tow.
"Wow. Guys. Thanks. This is amazing!" Rory said.
She squeezed Logan's hand and whispered, "thank you Logan. For everything."
The rest of the evening was spent toasting, laughing, and storytelling, everyone had come together, and everyone genuinely seemed to be having a good time.
At one point, Jess pulled Rory aside. "Look Rory, I'm going to be honest. I had a pretty low opinion of Logan. But seeing you two together now, how happy you are. I guess he's not as bad as I thought."
Rory smiled. "Thanks for your vote of confidence Jess. Really. I mean it."
Looking across the room at Logan, standing there talking to her mother and grandmother, Rory smiled, so grateful that she took that leap of faith.