AN: This is the sequel to The Way It Seems, so if you haven't read that I suggest you read it first. And if you have, well, welcome to the continuation. I'll try and update this one as often as I did the first one and I hope you guys are as great about reviewing as you were during the first one. So anyway, here we go. Please read and review!
"I don't want to go back," Rory Huntzberger groaned, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.
Logan Huntzberger stroked her hair gently, "I don't want you to go back."
"Can't I quit Yale?"
"I think Yale would get mad."
She sighed and nestled closer to him, absentmindedly fingering the covers of their bed. It seemed like she had been seperated from him forever, but the reality was they still had three more months to wait before they would reunite permanently. Everytime she visited it took all her strength to get back on the bus to New Haven and leave her working husband in New York.
"As much as I hate to say it, Ace..."
"I know," Rory interrupted, "I have to leave soon."
Logan pulled her into a kiss and Rory let her lips relax into his. No matter what, she would never tire of the way Logan kissed her.
"Just three more months," Logan reminded her.
He sighed, "I know."
"Logan, where are we going?" Rory asked, exasperated.
"Relax, Ace. It's a surprise."
"I'm too tired for surprises and I hate blindfolds."
Logan laughed, "I've heard that before."
"Maybe you should take it as a hint."
"Wow, Gilmore girls really are snippy when sleep deprived."
Rory couldn't help but smile as she leaned back in the seat of the limo. Her and Logan had just returned from their honeymoon. It had been amazing: from the moonlight walks on the white beaches of Greece to the quiet house where they stayed in Australia. Logan had planned everything perfectly and a surpise had awaited Rory around every corner.
Now, they were driving towards what Rory expected to be the final surprise of the trip. The plane had just landed in New York and as soon as they entered the car Logan had tied the blindfold around her eyes. He refused to remove it, much to Rory's dismay, and now she sat racking her brain as to what he had planned this time.
Rory began to leave the bed, but Logan's arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He brushed a stray hair out of her eyes and kissed her again. Rory smiled as she eased into his embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck. She hated leaving, she hated it more than anything in the world, except maybe his father for doing this to them. All she wanted to do was be with her husband, to fall asleep and wake up to him everyday.
"I really have to go," Rory whispered.
"I thought we established that Yale would get mad."
"Who cares? Let Yale get mad."
"I don't think having a whole university mad at me is a good idea."
"Ace..." Logan groaned reluctantly.
"We only have to wait until next weekend."
"And you have Monday off so you'll be at Yale for three days."
"And none of this is helping."
Logan smirked, "I know."
"But I really have to go, I'm going to miss my bus."
Logan tightened his grip on her, "So?"
Rory laughed as she forced herself to leave the bed and walk to the closet. Everything had been going perfectly since their wedding night. She had thought that maybe things between them would cool off after awhile, but the opposite was true. Every second she was with him her heart fluttered in her chest. And having that feeling for the rest of her life sounded like a good idea to her.
The car finally pulled to a halt after what seemed like an eternity. Logan grabbed her arm and helped her out of the back.
"People are going to stare at me," Rory complained.
"Ace, it's New York. If a girl in a blindfold is the strangest thing they've seen, they haven't been here very long."
"It better be coming off soon."
"It is, relax."
He draped his arm around her shoulder and started guiding her towards their unknown destination. Rory heard a door open and man wish them 'good morning'. They entered a building and Rory didn't hear much noise, except for the beeping of elevators.
"Logan..." Rory began.
She could almost hear him smiling as they entered an elevator. When it stopped, her helped her out and they began walking. When they came to a halt, Logan leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.
"I hope you like this, Ace."
"Where are my brown shoes?" Rory asked, pulling a shirt on over her head.
"Which ones?" Logan replied from the bed.
"The ones I wore yesterday."
"Forgive me if I don't remember what shoes you wore yesterday."
Rory groaned, "I lose at least one pair of shoes everytime I come here."
"I think you can afford to lose a pair or two."
"Are you implying that I have too many shoes?" Rory asked, grinning.
"You? Shoes? Never."
Rory laughed as she grabbed another pair and slipped them on. Sighing, she ran a brush through her hair and then returned to the bed for a few minutes. Logan was sitting up and when she joined him, he pulled her into his chest. The only sounds she could hear where his heartbeat and his soft breath on her cheek.
"How mad would Yale be, exactly?" Rory asked.
Logan laughed, "The three months will be gone before we know it."
"Just keep telling youself that."
"I do," Logan said softly, "Everyday."
Rory glanced at the clock radio beside their bed and knew that she really had to leave. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his one last time. He rubbed her back as she slowly slid out of the bed and grabbed her purse.
She heard the sound of a door opening and then Logan's hand began untying the blindfold.
He let it slip off her eyes and she gaped in amazement as she took in her surroundings. They were standing in the middle of a huge, gorgeous apartment. The floors were a light wood color and few feet away, steps led into a den. On one side of them was a hallway which she assumed led back to the bedroom and on their other side was a large kitchen and dining area.
"Oh...My...God," she murmered, "Are we...?"
"Only if you want to, Ace."
She turned around and kissed him hard on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her waste and lifted her off the ground, carrying her over to one of the white couches in the den. Never stopping the kiss, they crashed onto the furniture.
"I love you," Rory said.
"You're just using me for the apartment."
"Call me when you get there," Logan said as Rory walked towards the bedroom door.
"And be careful."
"Yes dear," Rory teased.
"Logan, I'll be fine. I've done this before, several times."
"I know. I guess I'm just stalling."
Rory smiled sadly, "Stalling I don't mind, but I really am going to miss my bus."
"Alright, Ace. See you this weekend, I love you."
"I love you too, my overprotective husband."
She heard Logan's laughter as she walked down the hallway and into the main room. She absolutely loved the apartment. She knew she probably would have been happy anywhere, but living in the beautiful apartment was certainly a plus.
Grabbing an apple of out of the fridge, she glanced around to make sure she didn't forget anything and then made her way towards the door. All she wanted to do was run back into Logan's arms, but she knew she had to leave. It was time to spend another week without her husband while living impatiently for the weekend. Only three more months, Rory silently told herself as she walked out.
"So..." Rory began, twirling her fingers through his blonde hair.
"Can I see more of the apartment?"
He took her hand and helped her from the couch, then began leading her down the hallway. They skipped the first two doors as Logan took her straight to the third one.
"This is my favorite room in the house."
"Oh?" Rory said, raising her eyebrows.
Logan swung open the door to reveal a beautiful master bedroom. There was a king size bed in the middle tucked into a frame the same color as the wood floors. The bedspread was white and and red pillows that covered it matched the red curtains. She grinned and laced her fingers in his.
"I think I have to agree."
"This is my favorite room in the house too," she said, pulling him towards the bed.