Title: Banana Pancakes
Summary: A day of "I Never" brings a series of firsts for Logan and Rory, leading up to the biggest first of all. Set during mid-season five. Four-shots. Fluff!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or its characters. While we're at it, I don't own Fred and Holly from Breakfast at Tiffany's or anyone from Empire Records either. Could it get any more random than that? Of course it can! Let's just be honest, if you recognize it as pop culture, I can't take credit for it.
Author's Note: Fluff! Title is taken from the Jack Johnson song of the same name. The plot was inspired partly by the song, partly by the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's. Reviews are always appreciated, but never expected. And of course, I have to thank Beth, for originally asking me "Why doesn't Logan ever wear jeans?"
It had been nearly thirty minutes since Logan had woken up and he wasn't sure how much longer he could lie in bed like he was and pretend to be asleep. In fact, he wished he could go back to sleep, as it had been an extremely late night, but he wanted to be awake when the festivities began and honestly, he was surprised that they hadn't already.
The brunette who shared his bed this morning stirred in her sleep and Logan held his breath as she rearranged herself in his arms, burying her head in his chest. He had had her pegged as the type of girl who woke up exactly one minute before the alarm went off but he was realizing he was wrong. He opened one eye and glanced at the alarm clock. She had slept through two-thirds of her first class of the day and Logan was beginning to wonder that all of the trouble he had gone to was for naught.
"Oh my god!" If he hadn't been awake already the high-pitched shriek definitely would have done the job. He couldn't help but grin as she bolted up in bed and hit him in the face with her pillow. No, he decided, he had most definitely been right with his first assumptions.
"Logan, it's eight forty-five!" Rory exclaimed as she untangled herself from the bed sheets and began searching for her clothes, which were spread out around the room after last night's activities.
"Eight forty-seven actually," Logan said helpfully. He watched as he located her shirt.
"Shut up! Your alarm didn't go off!" She accused as she shook her shirt at him. "Why didn't your alarm go off?"
He smirked and leaned back against his headboard, openly ogling her because she was too worked up to notice or scold him. "I never set it last night," he said simply.
She stopped and stared at him, her shirt half-buttoned. "Why not?" she asked incredulously.
"Because I wanted to sleep in," he said logically. This was more fun than he had imagined.
"But you have an eight AM class! I have an eight AM class!"
He nodded agreeably. ""And neither of us are going to make that one today." He flashed a smile at her. "Come back to bed Ace," he urged. "It's Tuesday, nothing ever happens on Tuesdays."
"Ugh!" She threw him a disgusted look as she stepped into her skirt and zipped it. "You don't know that nothing happens on Tuesdays."
"I think it's a pretty safe bet." He pulled the blankets back up around him and made a big show of burrowing in. "Bed's nice and warm and comfy Ace," he taunted from underneath a makeshift shield. "You should join me."
"I can't just skip classes Logan," she said irritably. "It's bad enough I've already missed one, if I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to be late for my second one."
"It's raining outside," Logan said. "I would hate for you to walk to class in the rain and catch a cold and then end up missing two weeks of classes because your cold turned into pneumonia. I've seen it happen before." He added as she sent him a withering look.
"It is not raining!"
"Oh." He shrugged. "It's raining somewhere I'm sure." He lifted himself up slightly and threw another lazy grin at her as she bent down and peered underneath the chair in the corner. "You really should come back to bed because I know for a fact you're not going to leave my room anytime soon."
"Oh really?" She straightened up and glared at him. "Why's that?"
"Those shoes you're looking for? I know where they are. And you're not getting them."
Her face was getting redder by the second. "Why do you do this to me?" she demanded.
"Because, I've said it before and I'll say it again. You, Rory Gilmore, need some fun in your life."
"What was last night then Logan? Remember how I let you talk me out of studying so I could go to the pub with you and your stupid friends?" She made a face as she recalled his methods of getting her to go out last night, tempting her with the offer of getting drunk with an Australian, it was always hard for her to turn that down, as it was just so entertaining.
"That was pretty fun," he agreed. "But the fun just doesn't stop around me and today you're going to have a little fun too. Even if it kills you. Although I suspect I'll be the one who might not make it through the day judging by the look on your face."
"Give me my shoes Logan," she ordered.
"I'm surprised you don't remember where they are," he said leaning back again. "I didn't think you drank that much, but I wasn't necessarily sober myself so—"
He chuckled as he reached down to the foot of the bed and extracted one of her black boots from the comforter that had been kicked to the edge of the bed. He held it up to her, enjoying the way her face blushed even darker as last night's events clearly came back to her. "Come and get 'em, Ace," he said.
"I need to go to class," she protested softly, and he was almost certain he had won the battle.
"No you don't," he said with a shake of his head. "It's…" he craned his neck towards the alarm clock. "eight fifty-three now, you'll be late to your second class and then your whole day will be off so really, you may as well just come back to bed." He enjoyed watching as her body language changed from determined resolve to accepting her defeat and he wasn't sure, but maybe, just maybe, she was even a little welcoming of the idea of a day off.
"It's your choice," he said, his voice dropping a little. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do, but if you want to go to class, you have to come get your shoes."
She approached the bed grudgingly, fully aware that he wasn't going to surrender her shoes as easily as she would like. Sure enough, as soon as she was standing next to him he flung the shoe to the opposite side of the room and grabbed her wrist in the same moment.
"But I have stats," she whispered as he pulled her back down onto the bed.
He shook his head solemnly, still holding onto her wrist, though she easily could have pulled free from him. "You can't go to stats looking like this," he said as he brought his free hand up to her shirt. She looked down and sighed, realizing that in her hurry to get dressed she had buttoned the shirt crookedly. His other hand released her and moved to rest on her hip.
"An easy fix," she replied, still holding on to her last bit of resolve.
"Indeed." Rory watched as one hand made quick work of her buttons while the other unzipped her skirt in one fluid motion. She couldn't help but wonder how practiced his moves were because within seconds she was naked and back under the blankets with him.
"You know I hate you, right?" she mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her, prohibiting any chance of her escaping.
"I'm sure you're not the first or last girl to feel that way," he said, placing a kiss on her bare shoulder. "Now I don't know about you, but I could definitely use another half hour or so of sleep this morning."
She raised herself up on one elbow and glared at him. "You pulled me back into bed to sleep?" she asked in disbelief.
He nodded. "For now." He grinned at her before knocking her elbow out from underneath her, causing her to fall into him. "We've got the whole day Ace, and don't worry, we won't be leaving my room anytime soon."
"Not even for coffee?"
"Coffee can and will be delivered." He shook his head as he felt her relax into him then. "Now shh, back to sleep."
She sighed and buried her head in the crook of his arm as she realized that going back to sleep didn't seem as terrible of an idea as she though. "You're going to pay for this Huntzberger," she threatened without an ounce of actual threat in her voice.
"I'm sure I will but shh, we're sleeping now." He tightened his hold on her just in case she decided to make a run for it the moment he fell asleep but he was pleasantly surprised when, only a matter of five minutes later, she was already asleep again. His own eyes slid closed as her steady breathing lulled him back into sleep.
Rory was wide-awake. She had managed to fall asleep for about fifteen minutes when she was suddenly wakened by the fact that she was actually missing class right now. She tried to slip out of Logan's arms but even in his sleep, he was stronger than her. Not that she was trapped; she rationalized, because she certainly could move if she wanted to but she would end up waking him up and she didn't want to do that because he seemed to be sleeping peacefully and well, she had never seen him in the morning, not like this anyway.
She opened her eyes and they settled on her hand, which was on his chest and rose and fell with each breath. She stared at him openly now, realizing she had never really looked at him like this before. Her gaze traveled to his arms and she now understood the grasp he had on her. She briefly wondered when he actually had the time to go to the gym before her eyes moved again. She noticed little things she hadn't seen before, like how long his eyelashes actually were and how his nose was slightly crooked. His hair looked blonder in the stream of sunshine that filtered in through the blinds and she smiled at how it fell across his forehead. She could pick out several different colors of blonde and wondered if perhaps he knew his way around a salon better than she did.
"I won't let you go to class so you study me instead? That's creepy." The voice startled her and she met his eyes with her own but for once, she didn't blush.
"This is ridiculous Logan," she insisted. "I can't miss class all day long, it will throw my entire week off."
"It's one day Rory. Four classes."
"Six?" He made a face. "Who takes six classes in one day?" His eyes fell shut again.
"Well don't." He opened his eyes and looked at her curiously. "Have you ever skipped class before?"
"Once," she relented. "In high school."
"And what did you do?"
"Went to New York to see a friend."
"A friend." He rolled his eyes. "He was that good huh-Ow!" He groaned as she jabbed her finger into his side. "Anyways, did you have fun?"
"Well then it doesn't count if you can't for sure say you had fun. I'm going to make it my duty to show you the proper way to blow off classes for a day. We'll follow the rules, you're a rules kind of girl so that should be fun enough for you."
"Are you going to tease me all day too?" she asked with a pout.
"I might," he decided, as his eyes fixated on her lower lip. He surprised her by leaning forward and catching it between his own. He hadn't meant to, but he couldn't deny any longer the fact that there was a naked girl in his bed with her legs tangled around his. He really could not see himself not making the most of their situation. Rory didn't seem to mind either, as their legs untangled and he rolled them over so she was underneath him.
It was different this time. For the past two months he had been enjoying his nights with Rory, reveling in sensory overload. There were things he could always count on, the taste of coffee on her lips for example, or the hesitancy in her fingertips as she touched him, but then there were the things that changed with her mood. Like her perfume, some nights it was flowery, and sometimes it was spicy, or the tone of her voice, which varied with her level of sobriety.
This morning he could finally add a fifth sense to memory. Sight. He could see the way she bit her lip as his fingers skimmed across her, the curve of her leg as he pulled it up to steeple next to him. He watched in fascination, taking note of how she smiled slightly when he kissed the inside of her knee. Her fingertips dug into his arms, his shoulder, wherever they were, and he could see slight crescents imprinted in his skin. Everything that had been shadows before were suddenly there for him to see and it unnerved him, especially when he opened his eyes to watch as she came and found that her eyes were open too and not only that, but completely focused on him.
He lay there for a few moments after, unsure of what to do before finally raising himself up on one elbow and looking down at her. "Coffee?"
"Like you even have to ask," she said, a huge smile gracing her features.
He shrugged. "One of these days you might change your mind," he argued as he got out of the bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor next to him. She moved to join him and he shook his head at her. "You stay here, I meant what I said, you're doing today right, and that means you can't get out of bed until at least noon."
"At all?" she protested.
"If you have to, I guess you can, but only for necessities. And when I'm done making breakfast I expect you to be in this bed." He picked up the shoe he had thrown earlier. "Just to make sure you don't try and escape," he called over his shoulder as he left the bedroom, shoe still in his hand.
Colin looked up as Logan walked into the kitchenette. "Souvenir from last night?" he asked, nodding to the shoe.
"What's keeping you from your own place this morning?" Logan asked as he poured water into the coffee maker.
Colin shook his head. "Finn and I both slept here last night, instead of walking all the way across campus because well, we couldn't walk." He rolled his eyes at the coffee cups Logan pulled out from the cupboard. "So Gilmore is still here I take it?"
He nodded. "When was my last relationship?" he asked as he went to the fridge.
"Hell, I don't know. Have you ever had a relationship?"
Logan shrugged. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "Let me ask you something else then. Have you ever noticed that sex is different in the morning?"
Colin blinked. "Fucking is fucking," he answered and Logan winced at the vulgarity. Yeah, he was no stranger to 'fucking', he had done his share of it, but he didn't like the term in this particular situation.
"Yeah," he said, deciding Colin wasn't the best person to talk to about this. Maybe he'd call Honor tonight and get her opinion. He turned back to the stove and turned on one of the burners.
Colin threw an apple at him. "This whole thing you've got going on is different and you know it," he pointed out. "How many girls have you woken up with, much less fucked in the morning? And when was the last time you made someone breakfast?" He grabbed his jacket off the counter and headed for the door. "My advice? Don't fuck it up." He slammed the door behind him, leaving Logan to mull over his not so articulate words.