AN1: This chapter is full of fluff and some smut. It's rated M for a reason people!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rory or Logan.

It Started With A Kiss

Chapter Twenty-five: Making Up Is Fun To Do

"Is it someone's birthday?" she asked as Logan nibbled on her collarbone. He groaned in response. Rory arched her back as he slid his hand underneath her shirt, shuddering at his touch. He always had such warm hands. She had missed those hands on her skin. He could set her on fire with just one touch. "It's not my birthday."

"Is it…" her intoxicated brain was trying to figure out the significance behind Logan's computer password. So far she was coming up blank. After making their excuses at the pub, Logan had practically dragged Rory back to his dorm. As soon as the door was shut, he had tackled her with one of the most passionate kisses she had ever experienced and for about fifteen minutes afterwards she had forgotten all about the mysterious password. She had forgotten her own name; all she was concerned with was ensuring her lips were melded with Logan's. However, Rory being Rory, she could never let something lie for long. Even in her inebriated state, her inquisitive mind needed to know.

She lay on the sofa, Logan pressing down on top of her. She could feel every inch of his body against her own. Just the way she liked it. She moved her legs slightly so that he became nestled between her thighs. His lips were attached to her throat, while his hands were groping frantically at her heated flesh. She squirmed underneath him so that she could start unbuttoning her shirt when she felt Logan still. He lifted his head up, his lips were swollen, his face looked flushed and his hair was simply untameable. He tilted his head and frowned at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a slight pout on his lips. Rory's fingers stilled on her buttons and she raised herself up on her elbows, bringing their faces closer.

"Well I was trying to take my clothes off. Isn't that the whole point?" she said in a husky voice as she placed a light kiss on his jaw. She heard him growl at her attentions and then the next thing she knew she was laying flat on her back, unable to breathe because Logan's lips were sealed over hers. He pressed himself against her once again, and she felt the delightful friction at her core. He slid his body over hers, their hips moving in sync with the other. Rory let out a moan and wrapped her legs around him, gripping him harder against her.

Suddenly he was pulling away from her and she gasped at the loss of contact, but then she felt his fingers work the buttons of her shirt and then quickly moved onto the button of her pants. He removed her clothes in the blink of an eye, clearly not his first time.

"That's my job," he scolded her lay below him, shivering in just her bra and panties, panting as he hovered above her, his eyes running over her body, taking in her curves and her soft, pale skin. She watched as he licked his lips in reverence of her. She felt his rough hand skim over her bare leg. His eyes reached hers and she could see the hunger in them. It scared her a little, but she was sure he saw the same desire staring back at him. It had been so long since they had been here like this. It had been too long and now more than anything, she wanted him to devour her.

"Logan," she murmured as she arched her back up, trying to entice him to continue. He didn't argue, his hands flew to the hem of his shirt and he pulled it up over his head, allowing her to view his wonderfully toned, lean body. He was a beautiful man and she couldn't wait to run her hands all over him.

She grinned up at him before lowering her gaze to the bulge in his pants. She gasped slightly at his excitement and rubbed her thighs together in anticipation. She couldn't wait to feel him, all of him. Her grin became a sly smirk as she lifted her gaze to meet his. As if on autopilot, her hands reached out and she was unbuttoning his pants. She lowered the zipper and then pushed his pants down his legs. He stood before her in just his boxers. Rory's eyes were transfixed with a certain part of him that was covered up by said boxers. She really wanted to see him. As if he had read her mind, she noticed his hands move to the waistband of his underwear and he quickly discarded them. Rory's eyes widened minutely before becoming hooded with lust. He was so big and she needed him. She tried to sit up; desperate to get closer to him, but he pushed her back down, placing a kiss on her abdomen.

"Take off your bra," he breathed and she quickly complied. He continued to kiss her lower stomach, moving in between her legs. He placed kisses along her thighs before moving closer to the place she needed him the most.

"Logan," she moaned and bucked her hips as his chin came into contact with her warm, wet core. That was Logan's undoing. He couldn't wait any longer. He had wanted to go slow with her and just enjoy her body, but it had been way too long and he was only human. He was only a guy. A guy who had gone without sex for a really long time. He had gone without Rory for a really long time and he could no longer stand the torture.

He placed a soft kiss over her core and then tugged off her panties quickly. He was as hard as he'd ever been and if he had to wait one more minute to be inside her he was pretty sure there was no way in hell he would be able to last very long. And he wanted to prolong this evening for as long as possible.

"Rory," he whispered in awe of her body as she lay naked underneath him. He was mesmerised by the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing became increasingly erratic. He couldn't help but smirk knowing that he was the cause for her current state. He ran a hand slowly over her soft skin, from her chest to her lower abdomen in wonderment. "You are so beautiful."

She mumbled something unintelligible before the last of his resolve crumbled and he crushed his body to hers, basking in the feel of skin on skin contact. Her breasts were pressed flush against his chest and he loved it. He felt her adjust underneath him so that his erection was pressed firmly at her entrance. All he had to do was thrust his hips lightly and he would slide inside her. It was almost too much.

He felt her wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. He groaned as he felt her moving her hips against him. She whimpered desperate to feel him. He looked down at her, into her depthless blue orbs and he felt like he had finally come home. He loved this girl more than anything in the world and in that moment, he knew that he would never let her go again.

"I love you, Rory," he kissed her softly on the lips, brushing a strand of hair from her beautiful face. He wanted to see her. Rory's eyes opened and with a beautiful smile on her face, she bucked her hips once more. He groaned again and felt his whole body shake with the effort of not thrusting into her. He could feel his tip sliding against her and it was a mixture of ecstasy and agony.

"I love you," Rory murmured breathlessly. She was already lost to the anticipation. Her body craved him like she craved oxygen. She needed him to breathe.

With one last kiss, he thrust into her and it didn't take long before both of them were calling out in ecstasy.

His long, steady strokes pushed her slowly closer to the point of no return. He tried to remain in control of himself, but the feel of being inside her after so long was overwhelming. He groaned and cursed as he tried to take his time, but his body betrayed him and suddenly he was pounding into her and she was coming undone in his arms.

Afterwards, as they lay naked and sweaty on the couch, limbs entangled, hearts racing. Rory's brain went into overdrive. "So does it have something to do with us?"

"Huh?" Logan asked absently. He was still high from his Rory fix. He wasn't quite back to hundred percent cognitive powers.

"The password!" she complained and turned awkwardly on the couch so she was now facing him.

"Ugh, are you still obsessing over that?" he grumbled but continued to run his fingers very softly through her hair.

"Logan," she punched him lightly on the chest and pouted. He smiled down at her and caught sight of her big blue eyes. With a deep breath, he gave in. He could never resist those eyes.

"RG are your initials," he said slowly as if talking to a child. She punched him again and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I worked out that much."

Logan smirked and rubbed the spot on his chest where she had just assaulted him. She might have dainty little hands but they could still hurt him.

"The rest is the date we first made love," he said quickly, suddenly embarrassed by how sappy he sounded. Rory's face lit up. She studied him closely without saying a word and then he felt the rumblings of light laughter in her chest.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, no." she waved him off and placed a reassuring kiss on his lips. "It's just…I've never heard you say 'made love' before. I didn't think Logan Huntzberger made love." She finished in a teasing tone.

"Hey, I can make love," he protested, tightening his grip on her.

"Okay," she said but still with a hint of teasing.

That was all it took for Logan to snap. He pushed Rory off him and jumped up off the couch. He turned around to face her and placed his hands on his hips. Rory's laughter quickly died down as she took in the awe-worthy sight of a naked Logan standing in front of her. "I will make love to you and you won't even know what hit you," he said insistently. "Come on!"

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her along towards his bedroom. Rory didn't hesitate in following him. He was a man on a mission and she would be the main beneficiary.

I love my life!

And he proved her wrong several times, long into the night.


Rory woke to the sensation of warm naked skin wrapped around her. She felt her head throb a little and she was a little sore down below, but as the memories of what had happened the night before flooded back to her, she smiled and her heart fluttered. They were back together. She and Logan had spent the night together getting…reacquainted with one another and she had never felt happier.

She groaned as the effects of her previous evening's alcohol intake surfaced and her head began to pound. She moved slightly and felt his body adjust around her. Their legs were entwined and his arm held her against him, where she could feel his morning wood saying hello. She giggled quietly to herself; he was insatiable. He had spent the night 'making love' to her and he was still ready to start all over again.

She felt his soft lips place a gentle kiss on her shoulder and his hand squeeze her thigh letting her know he was awake. She grinned from ear to ear, ignoring her headache as she twisted around in his embrace, desperate to see his beautiful face again.

"Good morning," she sang, her heart fluttered as his eyes opened and she was greeted with a warm smile.

"It is now," he smiled sleepily and leaned in for a kiss. She briefly considered her yucky morning breath, but couldn't resist kissing him. She had missed this; waking up beside him in the morning. Feeling him against her, being wrapped up in the warm cocoon of his embrace. This was where she was meant to be and she would be damned if she ever let anyone come between them ever again.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked after a few minutes of wonderful comfortable silence. She smiled and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She nuzzled closer and placed a kiss just below his collarbone.

"How much I missed this. How much I missed you," she told him honestly and he tightened his arms around her to show he felt the same way.

She felt his lips place a soft kiss on her forehead and she sighed in contentment.

"We have a lot of lost time to make up for," he agreed as he gently ghosted his fingertips over her arm.

"Hmm." She closed her eyes and bid farewell to the remnants of her slight hangover. It seemed that waking up in Logan's arms was the best hangover cure around.

"Oh crap!" her eyes flew open as another memory from the night before came to her. "Our clothes! They're still out in the common room!"

She panicked and tried to break free from Logan's grasp, but he was having none of it. He wouldn't be letting her leave his bed for the foreseeable future.

"Relax Ace!" he clung to her as she fought to get free. He chuckled at the horrified look on her face. She was scared in case his room mate had come home to find their clothes flung haphazardly around the room after their earlier escapades on the couch. He chuckled as he remembered how quickly she had lost all modesty last night as soon as he had kissed her and now she was back to being the same old Rory. "I took care of it after you fell asleep."

He gestured towards the pile of clothing that had been dumped onto his dresser. Rory sighed in relief; the last thing she wanted was for Logan's room mate to find her underwear lying around.

She returned to her place wrapped around Logan and breathed in his scent. She found merely being in his presence to be calming.

"I can't believe you used the date we first slept together as your password," she spoke after a few moments. "That's more something I would do. I actually can't believe I didn't think of it myself."

Logan shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, "I guess it meant more to me than it did to you."

Rory gasped, missing the teasing lilt in his tone. She pulled herself up and gaped at him in disbelief.

"You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Well you did leave without saying goodbye. When I woke up and you weren't there I felt kind of used," he admitted lightly, although there was some truth in his words. He was over it now, but waking up that morning to find her gone was one of the most horrible experiences he had ever gone through.

"I…" she stared at him with torment in her eyes. She had always felt guilty about that morning, but she had known that it would rip her apart to say goodbye to him after what they had shared the night before. She had no idea what his feelings on it were. They had never broached that subject. "Logan, I never…I didn't know how to…"

He watched her closely as she struggled for the words. He could see the pain in her eyes and he wished he'd never brought it up.

"Hey, its okay. It was a long time ago," he assured her and squeezed her against his chest, diving down for a sweet, tender kiss. He hugged her when he broke away, letting her know how okay things were between them now.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against his chest and he looked down at her, brushing the hair from her face. He frowned, not knowing what she would have to be sorry about.

"I didn't want to say goodbye to you. I'd finally just gotten everything I'd ever wanted and you were leaving the very next day. That was the first time I told you I loved you."

"What?" he peered down at her as she snuggled against him.

"You were still asleep. You looked so peaceful," she murmured, her fingertip circling his chest where his heart was.

"Sometimes I wish I'd never taken that year off. If I'd stayed-"

"If you stayed we probably would have screwed this up irreparably," she insisted. Logan silently agreed.

"We weren't ready for one another back then," she told him and kissed his chest. Logan smiled as he shifted underneath her.

"And we are now?" he asked suddenly feeling nervous for her answer.

She stilled in his grasp and sat up facing him. "No more lies. No more being stupid. I'm ready if you are?"

Logan studied her closely and then sat up, grasping her hands.

"I was born ready," he smirked and then lurched at her tackling her to the bed. Rory gave a little shriek and then started laughing as Logan growled against her throat. Her giggling morphed into a moan as she felt him nibbling on her neck, while he slid one of his hands between her legs, cupping her sex.

"Again?" she asked with mocking disbelief. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt one of his fingers slide inside her.

"We just got back together," he mumbled against her throat. She whimpered as he slid another finger inside her causing her back to arch off the bed and all sense to leave her brain. "Now, I'm no relationship expert but I have it under pretty good authority that the best part of breaking up is the making up. In particular, the make-up sex."

"Ah," her breath caught in her throat as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He really did have the most talented fingers. He kissed her, nibbling on her lips before plunging his tongue into her mouth in a hot, searing kiss. She felt a knot forming in her lower stomach as his fingers continued pleasuring her, and pretty soon she was screaming out as he brought her to orgasm. He didn't wait for her to come back down off her high, instead he replaced his fingers with his throbbing erection and began thrusting frenetically into her.

"Oh God!" Rory called out as he drove into her again and again. Logan grunted and gripped her leg and hiked it high around his waist, trying to find that perfect angle that would lead to her second orgasm of the day. Her hips bucked up against his as she ran her fingers through his hair, gripping the messy ends. Giving her something to hold onto as he pushed into her.

Their bodies moved against one another, the air filled with pants and groans as the tension built within them both. They clung greedily to each other, desperately searching for that final release and then suddenly it was happening.

Rory felt her body shake and begin twitching as her walls clenched around him. She couldn't catch her breath as her whole body burst into flames. Logan continued thrusting into her, desperately fighting off his own release. He bit into her shoulder as his hips moved erratically against her and he couldn't hold back any longer.

With Logan's release, he collapsed on top of Rory, completely exhausted. Rory wrapped her arms and legs around his body and enjoyed feeling him against her. She didn't care that he was crushing her. She just wanted to bask in the overwhelming connection they felt for one another.

She listened to his laboured breathing and stroked her fingers through his damp, sweaty hair. Their bodies pressed together allowed her to feel the erratic beating of his heart against her and she smirked knowing that she was the cause. She affected him just as much as he affected her.

"I don't think I can move," he groaned as he felt all his muscles liquefy with his exertions. Rory giggled and hugged him closer.

"That's alright with me," she told him sweetly and he shifted slightly so the side of his face was resting on her chest and he wrapped his arms around her. A few minutes passed where she just listened to his breathing become more even before she remembered that she had a class this morning. She mentally debated telling him as it would mean he would have to move and she wasn't quite ready to let him go just yet.

"Logan," she whispered softly afraid to disturb the peace between them.

"Hmm," he murmured and she felt his breath tickle one of her breasts.

"I have to go to class in an hour," she told him regretfully. She continued skimming her fingers up and down over his back and had no desire to leave him.

"Skip it," he grumbled and tightened his hold on her as if scared she would slip out from under him. Like she could.

Rory grinned as he placed a chaste kiss on her breast. "In fact, you should probably call Honor and tell her to pick up any assignments you have in the next couple of days, because I am not letting you out of this bed."

He lifted his head up slowly and rested his chin on her chest, his brown eyes firm in his resolve.

"I can't stay here all week," she told him smiling at his absurdity.

"Sure you can," he balked and kissed her chin. "Like I said before, the best part about getting back together is the make-up sex and we have a lot of time to make up for."

"Logan," she complained before realising what she was complaining about. Would she rather go to class and study her ass off like she always did, or would she rather stay in bed with the man she loved and allow him to do all sorts of unmentionable things to her?

It was no contest really. This was one decision she wouldn't be needing any pro/con lists for.

Taking her silence as golden, he let his head fall back and he shut his eyes as he listened to her heart beat steadily beneath him. It was his favourite sound in the whole world. It was the sound of love and happiness. It was the sound of his future and his past. It was the sound of home.

AN2: Yay! Their back together! They still have stuff to talk about but their getting there. Congrats to everyone who guessed correctly the significance of Logan's password. He's such a sap. Aw, but we love him. I hope you enjoyed the fluffiness of this chapter. It ended up with a lot more smut in it than originally planned, but I figured you can't have a reunion between Rory and Logan without some smut ;) Leave me a review before you go and I'll see you next time.

AN3: I'm working on JHL but as the next few chapters will have some big moments, I want to wait and make sure I get them right. So please continue to be your kind, patient selves and I'll have something for you soon.