A/N: thanks for the reviews all! whee. okay, so in regards to this, i dont know when or how im going to end it. i could end it soon somehow and do a sequel starting with the next summer (or if anyone has an idea, im open for suggestions). this may also be my last update before i leave for spain on thursday, and ill be gone for two weeks. it depends on if i can determine where i want this to go and how or if i should finish it up. (knowing i just said that, ill probably end up writing more chapters...but i dont know as of yet). so enjoy and review. :)

chapter seventeen

One and a half hours later. Approximately six o'clock on a Saturday morning, and she was already awake, mind rolling, definitely not with the punches. She rolled off his chest, knowing her face would leave a red mark from where her sweaty forehead had been pressed for the past two hours.

She turned on her back and stared at the twirling ceiling fan. What would happen now, what were they, should she leave, does she need to leave, she didn't want to leave. She smiled softly to herself at the reminder of where she was and what had happened.

"You moved," the form beside her sleepily mumbled.

"Sorry." She rolled back over and pressed the side of her face on her chest, swirling her perfectly manicured finger in random shapes on his abdomen, tracing the muscles she found and around his belly button.

"Why are you so energized right now?" he asked, kissing her forehead.

"I don't know." She laughed, shaking both of their bodies.

"Crazy girl." They fell into a silence, and he knew her mind was racing and turning over every event that had just taken place.

"Where does this leave us?" she asked randomly. She tapped her finger on his chest where she heard his heartbeat, steady, strong and true.

"I want you."

"Well, from last night, I knew that," she said sarcastically, raising her eyebrow.

"For myself," he continued without missing a beat. "Not for Robert or Dean or anyone."

"I know," she whispered. "You know, that night when you beat the crap out of Dean? You know that nothing happened, right?"

"Besides the fact he tried to feel you up? A girl he clearly wasn't going out with…"

She raised an eyebrow again, "Because you've never done that? We went a bit farther before actually going out. Are we even going out now?"

"Do you want to be?" She nodded giddily, a shy smile on her face as she looked up at him.

"Then I guess we are." She reached up to kiss him and pulled away before he could take it further.

She sat up, taking the sheet with her. "I need food," she told him with a smile. "Robert didn't want to get food before Rosemary's thing. And Finn salted all the food when we got there. Not even a Gilmore could eat that stuff. Wanna come eat with me?" she asked suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows at him, at the end of her ramble.

He laughed at her antics and grabbed the undershirt that was lying haphazardly on the floor next to the bed. He found her shirt that he had dragged in with his foot from the entryway the previous night and tossed it to her.

They dressed in a comfortable silence, something new for the both of them, almost like it was a routine for them. She wandered into the bathroom to wash her face and fix her hair while he tried to find his dorm keys and wallet that had been deposited somewhere the night before on his nightstand, or so he had thought.

She came back out, looking like the angel she was, or he knew her to be, and she smiled shyly at him. To him, actually sticking around to wake up with her was better than he thought. He found his keys and wallet under the bed, and when he stood, he promptly wrapped an arm protectively around her waist to which she moved towards his touch.

"Oi! That's where you two went last night!" Finn called from his spot on the couch where he was playing PlayStation, a grumpy looking Paris sitting next to him.

"Paris, what are you doing here?"

"Professor Mathis gave me this shmuck in World Ethics to be my partner for the project that just happens to be worth twenty-five percent of our grade, and this is the only time we could meet. But seeing as we're getting so much done now," she added sarcastically, watching him blow up a car in Vice City.

"Oh, calm down, love. We'll be working in twenty minutes." He paused the game to look at her, a smirk in place, "Unless you'd rather do something else."

"I would rather shove my head in a food processor, Finnegan."

He shuddered at the use of his full name and resumed his game, and Paris looked back to Rory, "What are you doing here?"

"She just got laid, love," Finn told her, his eyes never leading the screen.

"Finn!" Rory grimaced and buried her head in Logan's chest, who was laughing. She looked up at him, "Make your friends stop talking about our sex lives."

At that moment, Steph and Colin walked in, hand in hand. "Well, now we have all the freaking lovesick puppies in here," Finn grumbled.

"What's wrong with him?" Colin asked.

"Rosemary turned you down again, Finn?" Stephanie questioned like she was comforting a child.

"That has nothing to do with it!"

"Hey, I know you're all upset about your lack of sex life, but can we start working on the project? Terrance said stress isn't good for a healthy lifestyle."

"Who's Terrance?" Logan whispered to Rory.

"Her life coach. Don't bring it up; she's very touchy about it."

"I heard that, Gilmore."

"If only Terrance could have been at that C-SPAN mess," Rory said, shaking her head sympathetically.

"I told you not to bring that up!"

"It was a life-changing event! She should have been there," Steph chimed in.

"I'm leaving. Finn, we're both failing World Ethics." She left the dorm suite, slamming the door behind her.

"I feel sort of bad," Rory said.

"That's what she gets for making me get up at 6:30 on a Saturday, no less, to work on this," Finn exclaimed.

"How did you get up this early?" Logan asked, interlocking his fingers with Rory's, with his arm still around her waist. Nobody could see the sort of grip they had on each other, as if they were each other's support.

"I didn't sleep last night, mate, and let me tell you, it's working great. I'm just going to go crash now." He shut off the console and walked down the short hallway to his room. "Don't wake me up before four, or someone will get hurt."

Rory laughed and look towards Colin and Steph. They were arguing about something in the small kitchenette the guys' dorm had, which had clearly had a pretty penny spent on it.

"You ready?" Logan asked her.

"Yep." She checked to make sure she had her purse and cell and then she smiled brightly at him.

"I think this is going to work," he said, laughing.

"I hope so," she told him, and he kissed her softly before pulling back. "Is it okay if they come with us?" She nodded in her approval and he looked to the couple who were now laughing about the same something they had been arguing about less than a minute before.

"You guys want breakfast?" Rory called out.

"We're in," Steph replied.

Rory and Logan left first, followed closely by Steph and Colin.

Yes, this was going to work out just fine.