Chapter 1Logan and Rory were finishing dinner in the dining hall with Finn, Colin, and Stephanie. Rory and Logan are debating as usual. Logan is making fun of Rory for having a book with her again, even though she knew that they were going to dinner.
“I always have a book with me — you know that,” she replies defensively.
“Am I that boring?” Logan asks, grinning at her.
“No, but if you pull a Logan, at least I have something to do after I stomp off,” Rory says, and rolls her eyes.
Logan puts a hand to his chest, gasping. “She cuts me to the core!” he exclaims. “And what exactly is ‘pulling a Logan’,” he asks playfully, poking Rory in the arm.
“Well, let’s just say, you’re not exactly the Beav,” Rory retorts. Logan laughs.
Logan takes her book out of her bag and says “Oh, God, tell me you’re not reading Dickens again!”
“Dickens is a great author!” Rory exclaimed, exasperated.
“I just think he’s a little overblown,” Logan shrugged.
“How can you say that? He’s brilliant. I read “A Tale of Two Cities” when I was six — I still remember it!” At that, Logan smirked.
Finn decided to end this particular shouting match and move on to lighter topics. “So, what trouble do we want to get into this Spring Break, everybody?”
“I don’t want to spend another night in jail in Manzanillo, I can tell you that,” Stephanie said, shuddering.
“Come on, you had fun,” Logan teased.
“Yeah, until that scary-looking guy with no teeth came in and said my parents wouldn’t bail me out and you guys had left me,” Stephanie pouted.
“That was a good time, wasn’t it?” Finn reminisced. “Anyway, so where are we going?”
The group shrugged. Logan turned to Rory and said, “So what are your plans over break?”
“Oh, well, I was just gonna head home and rest and spend some time with my mom. She’s still kind of upset about the whole Luke thing,” Rory stammered.
“If that’s what you want, Ace, but I can guarantee, Spring Break with this crew would be exciting…” Logan flashed his famous grin at her.
“Of course, if your mother looks anything like that picture of her that’s in your wallet…” Finn started.
“When did you see that picture?” Rory gasped.
“Uh, never. Uhhh, but anyway, she can come!” Finn recovered quickly and waggled his eyebrows at Rory.
“My Mom is NOT coming with us on Spring Break,” Rory huffed.
“So you’re coming?” Logan inquired.
“I didn’t say that,” Rory replied quickly.
“Yes you did,” he argued.
“No, I didn’t,” she asserted.
“All right, all right. Geez, you two. You can figure it out later. For now, I need to go call Michelle. Or was it Erika? Bye mates!” Finn called as he exited the dining hall.
Logan and Rory brought their trays up to the dish area and walked out themselves. “Soooo,” Logan began. “It would be fun, Ace. I’d like to have you along. Think of the money I could win if we played poker.” He winked at her and put his arm around her shoulders.
“I really should just go home and rest and get a head start on a few of the papers I have due later in the semester,” Rory argued.
Logan looked at her like she was crazy. “Over Spring Break? Come on Ace, live a little. I know you have some joie de vivre buried deep down somewhere in that innocent little brain of yours.” At this, he tilted her chin up to look at him. “Not that I don’t like the whole innocent/schoolgirl thing, but…”
“To quote Britney: I’m not that innocent,” Rory said indignantly. “Fine, *maybe* I’ll go. I need to talk to my mom first to see how she’s doing. Where would we go?”
“Somewhere, anywhere — who knows?” Logan shrugged, and flung his arms out. “The world is a huge place. We could go anywhere.”
They arrived at Rory’s dorm room a few minutes later. Logan knew she wanted to study, and would inevitably call her mother to discuss the great “Spring Break 2005” dilemma, but he wanted to give her a few things to think about before he left. She dropped her bag on the floor of her bedroom and he followed her in. She turned when she heard the door close behind him.
“Logan, I,” the rest of her protest was muted by his kiss. He took her head in his hands, and started to kiss her harder. Her mouth opened, and she moaned a little. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and started to lead her backward toward her bed. She finally pushed him away. “Logan,” she began again, but with less resolve in her voice.
“God, you look awesome when you’re flustered,” Logan said, his breath already coming in short gasps. What was it about her that made him forget everything else in life when he kissed her?
“I know what you’re trying to do,” Rory began.
“What am I trying to do?” he asked, amused.
“You’re trying to distract me so I’ll mess around with you instead of finishing my Psych paper,” she accused.
“Ace, I’m hurt. I know how much Freud means to you,” he said with a smirk.
“This paper means a lot to me,” Rory corrected. “It’s 20% of my grade!”
“And considering that you’re a professional writer, I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Logan assured her.
“I’m not a professional writer,” Rory interjected.
“But you’re wrong about what I was doing,” Logan said.
“I am, am I?” Rory said, raising her eyebrow.
“Yes. I only wanted to… how should I put this… show you what you’d be missing if you don’t go away with me,” Logan grinned.
‘God, he’s cute when he’s grinning at me,’ Rory thought. Rory already knew she was going to go with him — she had since the first moments of their conversation earlier — she just didn’t want *him* to know yet. Sometimes the gloating was too much to take.
“I need to make sure my Mom’s ok, and I need to check some things out money-wise, and I’ll get back to you,” she promised.
“Don’t worry about money — I’ll cover everything,” Logan said quickly.
“Logan, I can’t let you do that,” Rory said.
“Sure you can, Ace. And don’t worry, I would’ve paid for my room even if it was just me. Having you stay with me wouldn’t cost any more,” he looked up to see her face register surprise. “I’m kidding, Ace. You can have your own room — if you want it. Ok, call me later.” With that, he gave her a quick peck and left.
Rory immediately called her mom.
“Hi Mom,” she said when her mother answered.
“Rory, how are you? It’s been ages,” her mother exclaimed.
Rory rolled her eyes. “It’s been two days,” she reminded her mother.
“Yeah, like I said, ages,” Lorelai retorted.
“So, Mom, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okkkk,” Lorelai replied.
“Logan asked me to go on Spring Break with him,” Rory said, deciding to take the plunge and just tell her mother straight out why she was calling.
“And you want to know if it’s ok to ditch me for the break and go gallivanting with Limo Boy?” her mother surmised.
“Yes. But if you don’t want me to go…” Rory said.
“Go. Have a good time. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lorelai joked.
Rory snorted. “That leaves a lot of wiggle room.”
“I try,” Lorelai answered dryly. “Look hon, I’d love to talk more, but Luke is picking me up.”
“That’s ok. I’ll be home tomorrow night to pack anyway, we can talk then.”
Rory hung up the phone and decided to surprise Logan. Her paper could wait. She found her keys and purse, threw on her jacket, and headed out the door to his dorm. She knocked on the door, and Finn answered. “What a surprise,” he said. “Logan, your concubine is here,” he called in a singsongy voice.
“I’m not his concubine,” Rory sniffed indignantly.
“Man, you’re easy,” Finn laughed.
Logan, who had just come out of his room, said, “What did you just say?”
Finn rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. Well, I have to meet Erika. I assume you two are safe to be left alone?” With a cackle, he left.
Logan looked at Rory. “So, was there something you needed or could you just not stay away from me? I know you find me irresistible, and who can blame you?”
Rory ignored his last statement. “I just talked to my mom. She’s fine with me going.”
“Great!” Logan exclaimed. “So, you wanna sit down for a little while?”
They sat down and Logan turned on the TV. After flipping through the channels, they decided there was nothing on. Rory didn’t want to leave yet, though. Instead, she turned Logan’s head toward her and pulled him down on top of her on the couch, kissing his neck. Logan seemed surprised at her sudden amour but recovered quickly. He slid his hands up and down her body, caressing here and there. He reached up under her shirt and undid her bra, sliding the straps down. He was an expert at extracting a bra from underneath other clothing. After all, someone might come in, and he doubted Rory would enjoy giving a show.
They kept kissing, until Logan finally broke away. “Let’s go to my room,” Logan said.
“I’m not sleeping with you tonight, Logan,” Rory warned.
“I never said you were. I’m not expecting anything, I just don’t like having an audience,” he winked at her, and pulled her up off the couch, leading her into his bedroom.
They lay down on the bed and continued where they’d left off. They heard Colin come in a short time later and turn the TV back on. Finn came back a short time later, complaining of being stood up, and they started to argue over a video game. Rory looked at the clock and realized that she needed to go home, as she had an early class in the morning and she really should get some work on her paper done. She gently pushed Logan away, and said, “Logan, I have to go. I have class tomorrow morning and I really need to do some research for my paper. I only came here to tell you that I’m in for Spring Break.”
“Ok. Do you want me to walk you home?” Logan asked.
Rory smiled. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. We’ll never get any sleep.” Rory sat up and looked around for her sweater. “Oh my God, Logan — my bra!”
“What happened to your bra?” Logan asked. He smacked his forehead. “It’s in the common room,” he answered sheepishly. “I’ll go get it.”
“NO comments from the peanut gallery,” Rory warned. Logan nodded and left.
“Hey guys,” he called casually, frantically searching for Rory’s bra. He spied it behind Colin on the couch. “Um, I need to get something…” he began.
“So get it,” Colin retorted, his eyes on the video game.
“You’re um, you’re sitting on it,” Logan said, trying to fight a smile. He knew Rory was dying inside his room, but he couldn’t help it. It was funny.
“What?” Colin asked, standing up and looking at the couch.
Logan grabbed Rory’s bra, but not before Finn spied it. “Wow, is that Rory’s?” he asked innocently. Logan just glared at his friends and stalked back into his room. Colin and Finn both collapsed in giggles on the couch.
Back in his room, Logan tossed Rory her bra. Her face was a thousand shades of red. “Don’t worry about it, Ace, they’re just immature.”
“Yeah, right,” Rory said. “How can I get out of here without getting ogled?”
“You can’t, but I promise I’ll keep them in line,” Logan assured her. “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you? I don’t like the thought of you outside alone in the dark.”
“I’m fine, it’s like 100 yards,” Rory answered.
“Ok. Let me at least run interference till you get out the door,” Logan said, smiling at her.
Rory looked up at him. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently. “Thanks.”
“For being you, even though you took off my bra and left it in the common room!” Rory teased.
“Anytime, Ace, anytime.” With that, they walked out of Logan’s room and Rory made her way toward the door quickly. Not quickly enough for Colin and Finn, who, upon seeing Rory, started to whistle at her. Logan’s look stopped them, though. Logan stepped outside the room with Rory, gave her another quick kiss, and came back inside. “You guys can be real jerks, you know that?” he said accusingly. Colin and Finn just smirked and went back to their video game.