London

Roses

A/N: This little story takes place in Season 7 when Logan comes home from London for good. This is the type of reunion I imagine they would have- after all of those romantic surprises from Logan, I'm sure Rory would figure out how it's done! This chapter contains a little bit of mature content but it's nothing bad- after all, I am pretty incapable of writing romance. 😬 Happy reading!

I walked in the door to my apartment I shared with Rory, finally home for good after being in London away from my girlfriend. I was able to catch an earlier flight home without Rory's knowledge so I could surprise her. In one hand I had my carry on from the long plane ride home, and in the other I had a bottle of wine and a bouquet of roses for Rory.
I threw my bag down at the door, stepping into the familiar apartment right off of the Yale campus. It feels good to be home. I headed straight for the living room and stopped dead in my tracks, shocked at the scene in front of me.

Rory was sitting on the black leather sofa with an arsenal of candy and junk food laid out in front of her, lounging in one of my sweatshirts and a pair of my sweatpants. Her hair was down in messy curls, just the way I like it. She stood up with a sly smile on her face. "Surprise!" She yelped, running up to me. I threw the bag on the floor and picked her up in my arms, holding her close. Closing my eyes I savored this moment, letting the feelings of comfort and happy reunions settle in.
"Hey, Ace." I said softly in her ear.
I reluctantly set her down unsuccessfully hiding the wide grin spread across my face.
"What do ya think?" She asked, lifting her arms up and dancing around a little bit, the same wide grin smacked on her face. I walked towards her and pulled her close, kissing her hard.
"God, how I've missed you Ace." I whispered against her soft lips.
"Logan, you have no idea," she responded. She stared up at me as I lightly put her hair behind her ear. My hands were still around her waist and hers on my chest, our gaze never breaking. I kissed her hard, making up for all of the missed kisses two months and sixteen days come with. She pulled away as the corner of her mouth curved into a smile. "How was work?" Rory asked, pulling me to the couch down next to her. I kissed her again, not answering her question. "Hey, I asked you a question!" She said playfully, pulling my hands off her shoulders and clutching them so I wouldn't kiss her back.
"You're very needy, Ace." I said laughing.
"Well, I haven't seen my boyfriend in two months and sixteen days! There is a lot of lost time we need to make up for." I gave Rory a playful look as a look of recognition flashed onto her face.
"Logan! Not those things! I mean, those things too...", Rory said, as we both began to laugh. I pulled her closer to me as she let go of my hands and wrapped her arms around me, letting me pull her into a hug. The comfort of her touch filled my body up with warmth.
"Let's skip the movie for now." I suggested, getting a small laugh from Rory in return. I lightly pulled her into me, our lips brushing together. I kissed her harder as I pulled her down so we were laying on the couch. She ran her fingers down the back of my neck and to my chest and began to undo the buttons on my shirt. Her fingers left sparks in their path, igniting my body. I ran my fingers down her body and tugged at her shirt. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was laying on the bed and Rory practically was on top of me.
I moved my hands up to her face, placing them on her cheeks. She placed her hands on mine, our sweaty foreheads touching. "I love you, Logan. More than anything." She said as she closed her eyes. "I know, Ace. I love you too." My voice surprised me, deep and raw with emotion. She moved my hands around her waist pushing me over and kissing me, as we closed the final barrier between us. 

Logan and I laid on our sides facing each other, my head buried deep in his chest. He had his arms wrapped around me, one hugging my back and the other draped around my waist. He was playing with my hair and we just laid there in silence. This is exactly what I missed when he was gone. Him.

His face, his laugh, his lips, his flaming touch. Logan has always pushed me out of my comfort zone, first with the Life and Death Brigade and now taking jumps at the Yale Daily News I'd never imagine taking before, but I've never felt more comfortable than when I am with him. He kissed my forehead lightly, leaving a spark that I'll never get used to.
"Ace, is everything alright?" Logan asked with a chuckle. I smiled and said, "I've never felt better."
He lifted my chin up and pulled me in for a kiss.
I pulled away and looked into his eyes and began to speak. "So, while I've got you here, Emily and Richard want us over on Friday night. As a welcome home thing."
Logan groaned loudly, lolling his head back dramatically.
"Logan," I laughed, "It's only one night! A couple hours. Do it for me, please?" I playfully begged, as he pulled his head up and kissed me. "Anything for you, Ace."
Logan suddenly pulled away and pushed the blankets off him, getting out of bed and setting off towards the living room. "Where ya goin, babe?" I called out after him. He ran back towards the bed holding something behind his back, a mischievous grin on his face. He pulled out what was behind him and shoved them in my face. Crumpled roses. I laughed out loud, pulling him back into bed. "They got a little smushed after our... enthusiastic adventure." Logan said, grinning. I laughed and kissed him, a happy feeling settling in my stomach. He pulled away, our faces inches apart. "I'm sorry I ruined your big plan, Ace." He mumbled, that adorable smile sticking on his face. "It's not ruined, for one, and two, what we just did was a million times better." I said back. I pulled his face towards mine and kissed the blonde haired boy I love more than anything.