Chap. 6: What Life isn't

Lorelai watched as her eldest daughter run out her grandparents' home, with her blond tag-along behind and wondered what could've set the usually calm girl off. A look around the room revealed nothing out of place, the guests were mingling, her parents played the perfect hosts, and even her husband was behaving himself and talking calmly to an elderly gentleman at the bar. The she spotted the still pale and thin figure of Patricia DuGrey and it dawned that maybe Rory had been speaking with her almost mother-in-law and that had brought back painful and unpleasant memories. Determined to find out what was wrong, without having to encounter her probably pretty much hysteric daughter, Lorelai put on her best society smile and walked over to the gray dressed, Patricia DuGrey.

Meanwhile Rory paced along the pool's edge and muttered something under her breath, holding her tears back and trying to calm down. Logan was standing a few feet away, watching her, not really knowing what to think, much less what to do. The only half-way reasonable thoughts that came to his mind were, a) she must be cold in that dress outside, b) she could slip and fall into the pool any moment and he wasn't sure if she could swim; and c) his mother was dead when he saw her the next time.

Sure, he wanted to know everything that was to know about Rory Gilmore, her past included, but he didn't want to find out about it from his MOTHER!

So Rory had been engaged, to Tristan DuGrey no less. He didn't know Tristan on a personal basis, they might have been introduced some time or the other, but Logan had a steady group of friends, the smaller and the wider circle both, and new-comers weren't welcomed, it was a rule. Plus the DuGrey boy had been too young to be with them. What he knew about Tristan, he knew from Colin, who knew everything about anybody from the society. Tristan had been standing out in high school, with would-be-Huntzberger stunts and other things, but had stopped in his third year, speculations had it that it was because Daddy had threatened to send him military school. He'd studied at Princeton, pretty much low-key and that was all, till the scandal four years ago when he'd been on a icy road and lost control of his car, falling off a cliff and dieing three hours after the emergency operation. He'd said that it was tragic, to lose his life so young, but nothing else, he had no idea that the girl he was pretty much crazy about now had been loved by that man in a moment in time.

His thoughts were interrupted when he realized that Rory was standing beside him and that she was starting to talk. Her voice was so small and soft that he had to strain himself to hear her.

"Four years ago my life lay in crumbles all around me and I was sure that I wouldn't be able to walk away unscratched from that... Everything that I had dreamt of, worked so hard to achieve was suddenly very far away, in a place I couldn't reach it anymore. In less then twenty four hours my life had changed twice. The first change had brought me a step closer to the fulfillment of my dreams; the second had taken them away...

Tristan had been my life, my everything for six years and then he was gone, just like that, gone forever.

I had met him in my first year at Chilton, and I hated him. He represented everything that my mother had run away from and raised me to loath. To top it all off, he made my life miserable and he didn't seem like he could remember my name, he called me Mary, as in Virgin Mary, my Mum and I dubbed him Bible Boy for that.

But things seem to get better when he finally got it that I wouldn't be dating him anytime soon and he backed off, finding himself a girlfriend, Summer something. And that would be the beginning of it all.

At that time I had a boyfriend, my first. His name was Dean, the typical boy next-door, the perfect first boyfriend. Soon after Tristan had given up on me, Dean and I were celebrating our three month anniversary. It should be our last. He told me he loved me that night and I couldn't say it back, he broke up with me.

I tend to run away from thing, and to run away from my pain I went to Madeline’s party the next night. Tristan got dumped by his girlfriend in front of a bunch of the kids from school and somehow we shared our first kiss.

Our relationship grew from there. Slowly I fell more deeply from him and by the time we were graduating I knew that I loved him. I went to Yale and he to Princeton, I studied journalism and he law. We were good, we were more them good, we were great, our love grew and grew, till we graduated from college and at the party my grandparents gave for me, he popped the question and I said yes. That was the last time, I've seen him alive. He died the next morning.

Six years disappeared just like that and I was standing at the beginning again, all alone and helpless.

Out of a wish of come away, to forget, I got the job in New York and just moved, not looking back..."

Somewhere along the way, her tears had started to fall and Logan gathered her in him arms. She clutched him tightly crying bitterly in his chest and for the first time in his life Logan Huntzberger new what it meant to feel truly and totally helpless.

Confused and not an ounce smarter, Lorelai waved goodbye to the older woman and made her way to her husband. She still had no idea what had worked Rory so much up. Patricia had said that she hadn't even seen Rory, not to mention talked to her. It had to be something else, but as far as Lorelai knew only the mention of Tristan was able to do that damage to her.

Sitting next to Luke, Lorelai downed the rest of his scotch and set on brooding, while listening to Luke rave on about Liz who had taken their three kids for the evening.

Lorelai was worried, but something told her to leave Rory to Logan, she knew she won't be able to do much.

Rory was grown up and it hurt.

They stumbled to the pool-house bedroom, fingers roaming over each other’s bodies. Logan fumbled with the lock and pushed the door with sudden aggressiveness. Rory chuckled and pressed her lips against his, her kiss became needier with each passing seconds. With a kick of the heel, Rory closed the door behind her and pushed the Huntzberger down onto the large bed.

The mattresses compressed under their weight and a light creaking of the metal spring was heard. Her hands lifted up the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him, revealing an extremely well toned torso. The heat on his body was too irresistible, she held him closer, hoping to transfer some of that warmth to her as well. With a squeal, Rory found herself being flipped over, she settled herself comfortably beneath the man. His face inches from her and she opted to pull it down for another hot kiss.

“Undress me,” she panted, urgency laced in her voice.

His fingers grasped onto the sheet to establish a moment of control over himself. Logan stopped moving and Rory looked up to the handsome man above her with confusion.

“I can’t,” he muttered.

Her eyes narrowed, anger seethed through brilliant blue orbs, “I’m asking you to bed me and you refuse?”

Logan sighed and slowly removed himself from her. He lay still next to her and turned to look at her profile in the dark. The window allowed small rays of the moon to enter, highlighting her beautiful curves.

“I do not have lovers, I have sex partners,” he said simply.

She laughed, light clear sounds resonating in his ears, “I’m not asking you to be my lover I’m asking you to have sex with me,”

She abruptly sat up; her fingers unbuttoned the red dress and opened it, revealing her perfect breasts. She was offering him everything; all she asked for return was a night of mindless sex and no inhibitions. Logan began to sit up from her bed, his hands reached out to her and she smirked, because she knew he too had urges.

Much to Rory’s surprise however, he slowly began to button her dress again. The small action of affection rendered her speechless and she could feel the inadvertent touches against her bare skin. They sat there in silence and she watched as his fingers lingered over the last button. Without a word, he pulled her closer; his strong arms wound around her waist and held her. She didn’t know what to do and her arms stayed limply at her sides. Rory could feel his head burying deep at the nook of her neck

“I’m sorry Ace, not you, anybody else but not you,” Logan answered

His words lingered in the air and she stayed silent.

“Oh dear God, what am I doing?”

No longer had the words left her lips that she began to regret how disgusted she sounded. But Logan didn’t seem to mind as he clung to her harder.

“Don't worry, Ace. I'm still here, I won't leave you,” he whispered.

“Can we stay this way?”

“Hm?”

“I want to stay this way for a little longer,”

Rory enjoyed their chaste intimacy and began to regret her earlier actions… it must have been the alcohol.

AN: And that was chapter 6, Ladies and Gentlemen. The long over-due sexual tension has hopefully risen and I can't wait to see what you think. Please review, pretty please, with a cherry on top.

Jas