AN: Thanks to everyone who has been waiting patiently for this one. I know it's been ages since I updated it but here it is. Enjoy. Oh btw, I'm raising the rating for this story to M. Just in case.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Chapter Seven: Faith, Hope and the Future
The first thing Richard noticed when his granddaughter entered the room was the luminous smile on her face. As soon as he spotted her male counterpart, he instantly knew why she was smiling so brightly. Their fingers were entwined and they both had a sparkle in their eyes.
"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise!" Richard dropped his newspaper and rose to greet Rory and Logan as they hesitantly entered the room.
"Good morning, Grandpa!"
"Richard," Logan nodded in his direction. He was, however, barely able to meet his eyes. Richard watched as Logan pulled out Rory's chair for her. He noticed the radiant smile that passed between them and instantly his heart swelled. He hadn't seen his granddaughter so happy in a very long time.
Logan sat beside Rory and cleared his throat, clearly feeling slightly uncomfortable. Richard studied him for a second before engaging them in pleasant conversation. He wondered quietly to himself why Logan seemed so anxious in his company.
"I wasn't expecting to see you two this morning," he said as he poured himself some more water. Logan shifted in his seat and glanced at Rory.
"Well, we were…up all night…talking and just lost track of time," Rory stuttered, her cheeks flaming as she desperately tried not to reveal what they had really spent the night doing. She so didn't want to have that conversation with her grandfather.
"Well, that was nice that you had the chance to catch up." Richard bowed his head missing the look pass between the two.
"It was some party last night," Logan said after a few seconds of silence occurred. Richard nodded and directed a smile towards his wife who was just entering the room.
"Emily certainly managed to outdo herself this year,"
"Well thank you, Richard," she nodded and sat in the chair at the opposite end of the table, grinning from ear to ear. Richard rolled his eyes and shook his head at his wife's behaviour. She was almost gloating, her plan, it seemed, had worked.
"So do you two have any plans for today?" Emily turned her gaze on the young couple and Richard was certain that he heard her sigh as Rory and Logan smiled briefly at each other.
"Um, I don't know. We haven't really…" Rory was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She fished the phone out of her purse and then her eyes widened as she read the name on the caller ID. "I should get this. It's Mom. She's probably wondering where I am."
Richard watched as she pushed out her chair, observing her interaction with Logan. He saw how he gripped her hand and gave it a slight squeeze as if to reassure her that he would be there waiting for her when she got back.
"I'm going to go and see what's holding things up in the kitchen," Emily excused herself leaving Richard and Logan alone.
Logan smiled at Richard and began fidgeting with his cutlery as he tried to think of a topic to make conversation with him. He had always gotten along well with both of Rory's Grandparents apart from when they found out he had defiled their precious granddaughter. However, for some reason, being alone with Richard wasn't sitting well with him. It might have had something to do with the fact that he and Rory had spent the night reacquainting themselves with each others bodies. Richard was a big guy and despite his age and ill health, Logan was pretty sure he was capable of taking him out painfully.
"I want to thank you, Logan," Richard said suddenly, snapping Logan's attention back from trying to remember where the nearest exit was.
"Thank me for what?" Logan's whole body tensed and his brow furrowed. Richard noticed the puzzled expression on his face.
"Somehow you have managed to make two of the most important women in my life very happy. I should offer you a reward," he joked in a light tone. Logan relaxed instantly and laughed along with him.
"There is one thing that bothers me though," Richard admitted cautiously. "Seeing you and Rory together again of course is a wonderful sight, however, I do remember you mentioning something about already having a girlfriend the last time we saw you. Am I to assume that she is no longer in the picture?"
Logan paused momentarily, hesitating as the truth would not be what Richard wanted to hear. Technically, Grace Fitzgerald was still his girlfriend but he would take care of that as soon as he could. Rory was what he wanted. He knew it in his heart and soul.
Waiting a moment to take a sip of water, he met Richard's concerned gaze and smiled, "You have nothing to worry about, Richard."
"Sorry everyone. Mom was just checking in," Rory said brightly as she returned to the table. Logan immediately sought out her comforting presence and grinned at her. He couldn't help himself. Just being around Rory again made him happier than he had been in the last four years. It was like he had been missing a piece of himself and now he was complete. Corny but true.
Rory glanced at Logan and then at Richard. They both smiled at her and she felt as if she was missing something. "What did I miss?" She sat down beside Logan and relaxed as soon as his hand found hers again.
"Oh nothing much. I was just telling Logan about how good my Golf game has gotten since I retired again," Richard explained and Logan nodded. Rory studied them suspiciously before Emily came back in from the kitchen, followed by the kitchen staff as they handed out breakfast.
"Mmm, smells good," Logan said as he eyed the food. Rory seconded that motion. Her eyes widened and her stomach did a little flip of excitement. The only thing she had eaten recently was finger foods at the Christmas party and having spent the night exerting a hefty amount of energy she needed to refuel.
"Well help yourselves," Emily said kindly and both Logan and Rory took her up on her offer.
"It was wonderful to see you again Emily…" Logan leaned forward and kissed the elder woman's cheek and then directed his gaze to her husband. "…Richard." He shook his hand as Rory and Emily embraced. He noted the firm grip Richard had on his hand and as he glanced up into the old man's eyes he saw a steely concern there. Understanding instantly, Logan smiled softly and nodded reaffirming the assurance he had provided earlier during their conversation.
"Do come back and visit soon you two. We miss you both," Emily said as Logan and Rory strode down the driveway towards the waiting car. Rory waved back at her grandparents and gave them a hearty smile. "We will."
And with one last glance and wave, she slid into the back seat of the limo and let out the breath she had been holding, it seemed since her grandmother had caught her and Logan that morning. She slumped back against the leather upholstered seats and let her head fall back. Logan was beside her in an instant and as the car started moving, she felt his fingers lace through hers.
"You're grandparents are exhausting," Logan said as he let out a huge sigh. Rory narrowed her eyes and turned to look at him.
"Well it is all your fault, buddy!" she told him with a smile and then let her head fall onto his shoulder as she closed her eyes. She smiled as she felt his lips brush against the top of her head, kissing her hair and a wave of relaxation came over her whole body as she realised where and who she was with at that moment. She was with Logan. Logan was holding her hand. Logan was kissing her hair. Logan was there and she had no idea how she ever managed to survive without him these past few years. One thing she was absolutely sure of was that she didn't ever want to have to go through life without him again.
But did he feel the same way? Had he really missed her as much as she had missed him? Or was this just him hooking up with an old flame? She laughed at herself for even thinking such a ridiculous thing. Logan was the one who had kept in touch with her over the years with the silly jokes he used to pass onto her. He was the one who pursued her last night at the party and then he was the one who told her that he had kept the engagement ring he'd gotten for her. Why else would he have kept it if he wasn't intending on using it again? He remembered the promise of 'someday'. He kissed her and made love to her like she was where he wanted to be for the rest of his life. She only hoped he wasn't having second thoughts.
"What are you thinking?" she asked in a whisper as she so desperately wanted to define what they were now. She opened her eyes to see a frown covering his face. It quickly disappeared at her question and then he dipped his head down and gently brushed his lips over hers.
"You," he answered in a husky voice. Rory's whole body tingled with excitement and anticipation as he continued the kiss, placing open-mouthed kisses on her lips. She moved so she could wrap her arms around his neck and pull his body closer to hers. They had been apart for so long; she wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible.
"Logan…" her voice died as he dipped his tongue into her mouth and then pushed her down on the plush seats. He hovered above her and moved his attention from her mouth to her neck as he nipped and sucked a trail down to her collarbone. Rory wriggled underneath him and let out a moan that made his blood boil with desire. He needed her. He had no idea how he ever managed to survive without the taste of her. He pulled back and stared down at her darkened, lust filled eyes and knew in that moment that he would do everything in his power to make sure he would never have to know that horrible feeling ever again. He was never going to let her go again. 'Someday' was now.
"Logan?" her voice pulled him back from his thoughts and he immediately went about freeing her from the constraints of her clothes. He made quick work of the dress she was wearing and then hastily took care of his own clothes. He just needed to feel her. He needed to be inside her once again.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he said in an awestruck tone as his hungry eyes trailed over her exposed body. He memorised the curve of her breasts; how soft and supple they were under his fingertips. Her alabaster skin called out to him to be touched and kissed and worshipped by him everyday, forever. That was something he could live with.
He leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her chest, over her heart before sliding inside her. He marvelled at the feel of her being all around him. Her warmth engulfed him and he realised just how perfect they were for one another. Their bodies fit together. Their minds melded into one and their souls were complete.
The driver had other ideas though, as the bumpy car ride made their awkward positioning rather haphazard. But Logan couldn't bear to be parted from her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper inside her and he began to thrust into her. Clinging to each other they searched frantically for that assurance that could only be sought in each other. And when they eventually found their release, it was like everything else faded away. All that mattered was the fact that they had returned to each other. They had returned home.
They drove the rest of the way to Stars Hollow in silence, just enjoying one another's company. Rory, now fully dressed, rest her head on Logan's shoulder and clung to his arm. She listened to his steady heartbeat and let it lull her into a sense of overwhelming calm. There was so much to talk about, so many words were unsaid, but that was alright. They had plenty of time. She was just enjoying being back in his arms again. She breathed him in and smiled as she closed her eyes, content in her life for the first time in a long time.
If Rory was the picture of calm, then Logan was her opposite. There was a pensive, troubled look on his face. One part of him felt so relieved to be back with Rory again. She was everything he had wanted for the longest time, but the other part was so consumed with worry and frustration at the situation he found himself in. He was not entirely truthful with Rory. Not that she had asked but he hadn't been forthcoming with the information that he wasn't actually single. He had a girlfriend back in California. One who was waiting patiently for his return. It wasn't a secret that they had been having problems and that for Logan; his heart would never really be open enough to really love someone else. He was fond of Grace. He cared about her and she had been exactly what he had needed at the time. But she was nothing more than a distraction. Something to keep his mind off of what he really desired; Rory.
As cruel as that might sound, it was the truth and now he found himself in this screwed up scenario. Should he tell Rory the truth about Grace? Would she understand and stand by him until he fixed everything and they could really be together? Or would she see his withholding of the truth as some kind of betrayal? He couldn't bear hurting her and he knew in his heart he would die if he lost her. So what should he do?
"I could just stay like this forever," Rory whispered and tightened her grip on his hand. Logan looked down at their entwined hands. His fingers tingled at the feel of her soft skin. With one squeeze of his hand, she had given him the assurance that everything would be alright. Somehow.
"Me too," he murmured into her hair, breathing in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. He loved that smell. He missed that smell. "Spend the day with me."
Rory shifted so she could look up at him and smiled a bright, gleaming smile that could melt even the most hardened of hearts. "What do you want to do?"
Logan quirked his eyebrow mischievously and leered at her with a smirk on his face. "Well, I can think of one thing we could do."
Rory giggled, unable to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach at his insinuation. She was so happy that he could still make her squirm with nervous excitement at the prospect at being with him.
"Well that takes care of the first fifteen minutes. What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" she said with playful smirk on her face. Logan's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Rory couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you suggesting that my prowess isn't what it should be?" he asked mock offended by her teasing.
Rory innocently shrugged and sat up beside him, "Well you are older now. You're past your peak."
Logan's jaw dropped lower, unbelieving of what she was saying. "Past my peak!"
"It's okay, Logan. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It just means you have to work harder, that's all."
"Work hard…" he was cut off as her lips descended on his and devoured him with a passionate kiss. Breaking away, she giggled as he sat back, gaping at her.
"You are an evil woman," he informed her in a teasing manner as her giggling diminished.
"I was just playing with you. I never knew Logan Huntzberger couldn't take a joke!" she said amused by his reaction.
"Saying that I'm past my peak is not a laughing matter, Miss Gilmore." Rory rolled her eyes and sat up, moving away from him. Logan immediately missed the contact and pulled her back against his side. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Nowhere," she answered as he pulled her flesh against him and peered down into her big blue eyes.
"That's right. You are going nowhere. For the rest of the day, this butt…" he squeezed her butt playfully, "…belongs to me."
"Just the rest of the day?" she asked curiously with a twinkle in her eyes.
"How about for the rest of our lives? How does that sound?" he asked. His tone was supposed to remain light but as the seriousness of his words sank in for them both, something passed between them. An agreement unsaid.
"That sounds perfect," she smiled and then kissed him like it was the end of the world.
"I can't find my shoe!" Rory said as she frantically searched the back of the limo. They had just arrived in Star's Hollow and were redressing after another example of just how much Logan wasn't past his peak. He had insisted on proving her wrong, even if her words were just said in jest.
"Well did you have it on when we got in the car?" Logan asked distractedly as he tucked his shirt ends into his pants. He was still panting and somewhat recovering from their last tryst, that it didn't fully register how ridiculous his question sounded.
Rory turned to glare at him. "I think I would have noticed if I was only wearing one shoe, Logan."
Logan finished straightening himself up and then laughed sheepishly as his comment hit home. "Oh, right."
"Logan, I cannot leave this car without my shoe," she insisted and he recognised her serious tone. She was no longer in the playful mood.
"Relax, Ace. It will be here somewhere." It was then that he felt something sharp digging into his lower back. When he moved to see what it was, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Ace…" He held the black stiletto aloft and shut his eyes with a smile on his face as he awaited her tirade. A second later the shoe was ripped from his hand and he could hear her muttering unpleasant things under her breath. He laughed as he listened to her. She was still Queen of the Passive Aggressive.
"Will you stop laughing like an idiot," she scolded him sternly which only made him laugh even harder.
"God I missed how hot you are when you're pissed at me," he admitted and Rory shook her head while trying to make sure she had everything she came with.
"Rory…" he mimicked her playfully. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes that Rory couldn't resist. She found herself smiling in spite of her resolve to stay mad at him.
"Logan, I have to go face my mom. Which means she's going to grill me on what happened last night, with us. Can you be serious for one second? I mean, we haven't even had the talk yet."
"What talk?" Logan asked as he slid over beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"'The Talk'," she said making quotation marks in the air with her fingers to emphasise the importance of what she was referring to. Logan tried to stifle his need to laugh at how cute she was.
"Ace, maybe we can put that on the to-do list. I mean, we're spending the day together, right? I'm pretty sure there will be time for that." Logan leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"So, then what do I tell my mom? What are you going to say to Honor?" she enquired curiously. Logan shrugged and Rory batted him on the arm with her hand, annoyed at his blasé attitude. "Do you even care?"
"Of course I care. But whatever is or is not going on between us is our business. Yours and mine. It has nothing to do with Honor or your mother. Once we figure things out between ourselves then I'll worry about everyone else." Rory sighed but relaxed into his warm embrace. He was right, she just needed to let things unfold as they where meant to. She had waited four years to figure out her relationship with Logan. She could wait another few hours.
"Okay," she gave in and Logan pulled her firmly against his side, wrapping both his arms around her. He pressed his lips to her forehead and breathed in her scent.
"Everything is going to be alright, Rory. Have a little faith." he said sincerely. His voice was full of hope. He had to believe that they would work this out and that their promises and dreams weren't all in vain.
They sat in silence for a few more moments just enjoying being together because as soon as she stepped foot outside the limo, this thing between them would no longer be just about them. They had to face reality. They had to face the music and Rory was pretty certain that her mother would not be happy about the latest developments in her daughter's love life. For Logan, Honor was the least of his worries.
"I should go," Rory said softly, her head resting on Logan's chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating.
"Five more minutes," Logan complained and gripped her tighter to him. Rory giggled and copied his movements. "I really have to go now, Logan." Logan sighed heavily, resigned to having to let her go. At least this time it wouldn't be for so long. He hoped.
"Fine," he whined and broke his hold on her. Rory reached up and caught his mouth in a soft, tender kiss.
"I'll see you soon?" Her big eyes searched his and he could see nothing but love shining back at him.
"I'll be back waiting here for you in exactly one hour," he said checking his watch. Rory considered that for a moment and then kissed him again.
"Better make that two hours. My mom can go on when she wants to," she rolled her eyes and then pulled away from him. Logan missed the contact instantly.
"Rory?" he called as she opened the door and was about to disappear from his sight. She twisted back around to face him and he leaned forward brushing a soft kiss over her lips. "I love you."
She beamed back at him and sighed. "I love you, too." And then she was gone and the door banged shut. In the silence of the car, Logan sat alone. He knew what he had to do now. He had a phone call to make. One that he wasn't particularly looking forward to making, but one which was absolutely essential to his and Rory's future happiness together.
He pulled out his cell phone from his inside jacket pocket and dialled the familiar number. It went straight to voicemail and Logan relaxed.
"Hey Grace. It's me. Listen, there's something I need to talk to you about…"