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Rory catches Logan staring at her from the other side of the room, and she's quick to avert her eyes, but he moves faster than her. He really is a constant surprise. When she turns around, he already has his hand wrapped around the small of her back, his fingers curled into her waist.
"Rory, like the costume," Logan says the exact moment he finally deigns to set his eyes on her and walk towards her after coming to the party with another girl on his arm.
"Yeah, sure," Rory says, turning to look at Logan. She can't help but frown a little at the thought of him coming with another girl even if she had been the one to propose that they should keep the relationship casual, no strings attached, but she's human. It's human to get jealous every now and then, isn't it? Even if it was her fault she's jealous in the first place. "You look good, too, Logan," she says noncommitally as if she hadn't been thinking it ever since she first spotted Logan in his Bruce Coolidge costume.
"Yeah, yeah," Logan says, pretending to be nonchalant, as he pulls Rory into a forceful kiss to show her the extent to how much he had missed her. "I miss kissing you, Ace," he says the moment he pulls away, rubbing Rory's gloss into his lips. "It's a good thing you still taste the same. It's a relief, you know, that you still taste like strawberries."
"Me too," Rory admits, not quite too sure where to put her hands, but finally deciding to just wrap her arms around Logan's waist. "I mean the kissing you part, not that you taste like strawberries." She smiles shyly. "You could probably taste like strawberries if you wanted, though."
"Oh, sure," Logan says breezily. "What man wouldn't want to taste like strawberries? It's exactly the reason why I like kissing you." He mocks swatting Rory's hands away from groping his butt when he feels her fingers slowly sliding down his spine before finally finding their way to his hips and hooking them into his belt loops. "You might want to watch those hands, Miss Gilmore," he whispers into Rory's ear, pressing his lips to her earlobe and nipping softly at the skin. "You don't want us to get caught again, do you?"
"Only if you remember to keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Huntzberger," Rory says, looking up at Logan from under her lashes. "But I understand if it can be hard to resist," she says, her gaze dropping to Logan's lips as they curl slowly into a smile. "You are a natural casanova, after all."
"It runs in the blood," Logan says, reaching down and patting Rory's butt from over her skirt. "And look at you. It's hard to remember my table manners when you look like this, Ace." His tongue swipes across his lips. "You look delicious. And ou smell delicious." He leans down to sink his teeth into her neck like a vampire's kiss, and Rory can't help but arch her back. "I could just eat you right up if you want me to, Ace. Screw etiquette. Screw decorum."
Rory squeezes her eyes shut tight. "Oh, God," she says as Logan buries his nose into her neck and very nearly draws blood with how hard he's biting into her skin. Her fingers curl tight into his shirt. "Logan, we're in public," she tries to remind Logan, even though she knows that doesn't bother him at all and she doesn't want to get a room. her body burns so hot with his touch that she feels feverish, like she can't even move her muscle and get up from where she's sitting to follow him into a private room.
"Oh, to hell with them," Logan says, glaring at anyone who dares to even look at Rory in a weird way. "To hell with everyone in this room." He even flips off Finn and Colin, who are preparing for some gag that he isn't in the mood to participate in. "I can kiss my girlfriend anytime I want, don't you think? Screw the rules, right, Ace?" His lips press close to the back of her neck. "And I absolutely get to fuck my girlfriend anytime she asks me to, right?"
"Right," Rory says, her voice a little shaky, because she can feel Logan's fingers dipping into where the dimples on her back sit. She swallows, a lump bobbing up and down in her throat. "Hey, Logan," she says, reaching out and cupping his face, running her thumb across his chin. "Do you really think this is okay? I mean, are we going to just... I don't know... kick everyone out of the room?"
"You can feel this, can't you?" Logan says, holding Rory's hand and leading her to the front of his boxing trunks so she can feel his dick straining against the satiny fabric. "I would kick everyone out of Yale to have you to myself."
"You sure can be romantic when you try to be," Rory says, smiling up at Logan as she presses a shy kiss to the side of his mouth. "Oops." She kisses him on the lips. "There."
"Now, since I just can't be bothered to whisk you off to someplace more private," Logan says, pretending to yawn into his hand, "I'll just get everyone to look away. I know you don't want an audience." Ah, rich, pretty boys and their power. "I'm the only one who can see you like this."
"Yeah," Rory breathes out, wrapping her arms around the back of Logan's neck and kissing him again. "You do that." She smiles as she pulls away. "Just play nice, okay?"
"When have I ever been less than nice?" Logan asks, his famed grin dancing on his lips again, but it fades when he spots Robert walking back towards the couch they are sitting on, and Logan's lips press into a thin line. He meets eyes with Robert, who just shrugs his shoulders and backs away from them to get himself a drink.
"Finally," Logan says when he looks back down at Rory after scaring off her date, his eyes twinkling with familiar mischief. "Some privacy, huh?" He pulls her in by the waist and kisses her neck. "I missed you, Ace." He presses a kiss to her forehead, pushing her hair back away from her face. "I missed you." He kisses her cheek. "And this. I missed this, you know." He smiles against her lips.
But Logan pulls away so quickly before his breath can even ghost against Rory's mouth. Rory nearly whimpers, and Logan's fingers tighten around her waist at the soft sound. "You know I don't like to keep a girl waiting," he says, sitting down next to her. "I know you like to take your time on foreplay." His eyes slide slowly down Rory's body and then back up to her face, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, and the whole time Rory feels her skin growing uncomfortably warm underneath the thick layers of her old Chilton skirt and blazer. "Gogo Yubari. Kill Bill. You really know how to excite a man, huh, Ace?"
Rory flushes bright pink. She pushes back a strand of her hair back behind her ear as she looks at Logan beside her, who has managed to sneak his fingers under her skirt and is tracing slow circles into her inner thigh. "It was either this or Mia Wallace," she says, her eyes flitting down from her lap to Logan's face, which still looks like the picture of innocence even though they are in a less than innocent situation. "I didn't really want the attention it would get, you know. I'm a very understated person."
"You might think that, Ace," Logan says, his hand lifting the hem of Rory's skirt up and slowly climbing up Rory's thigh to caress her skin. "But I noticed you the moment I got here, didn't I? I always notice you, Ace. I always do." He smiles, just as his hand presses against the warmth of Rory's panties. "I could pick you right out of a full room."
Rory sucks in a sharp breath, squirming under Logan's touch, pressing her thighs together and holding back a moan. "Logan," she pants out softly, her big blue eyes wide like a deer in headlights, but he pulls her into a rough kiss, one hand on her waist and the other palming her through her panties, before she can say anything or tell him to stop. Not that she wants him to stop. Not when she feels so good, with his warm fingers on her slick core. Her fingers curl into the collar of his shirt. "Fuck, Logan."
Logan buries his nose into the crook of Rory's neck and shoulder and breathes in the sweet scent of vanilla body lotion and coconut shampoo. "God, you smell so good," he says, pressing his lips to her neck and leaving a trail of kisses up to her chin all the while pushing her panties away and parting her folds skillfully. "There's a good girl," he whispers, dipping his long fingers inside of her pussy and curling them against her tight walls. "So wet for me already, Ace." He pulls his fingers into his mouth to taste her. "You taste just as good as you look." His eyes glitter when he meets Rory's eyes. "You want to taste yourself?"
"Um, no, I think I believe you," Rory says, biting her lip, but Logan is already swiping his fingers across her mouth and pushing them against her tongue. "Oh, man, Logan!" she whines, but he just grins at her and hikes her skirt back up her hips before pushing her down on her back.
"Good girl," Logan says, reaching down to pull down his briefs, his cock springing up and bobbing up and down in the air in all his pride and glory. "It's already leaking for you, Ace," he says, guiding Rory's hand to his cock and wrapping her fingers around the girth of it. "Just for you. See? This is all for you. Tell me you want it too, Ace."
"I almost came in my pants when I saw you in that little schoolgirl outfit," Logan goes on as he guides Rory's hand down the underside of his cock, groaning under his breath when her fingers tighten around it. "You have no idea how hot you are." His legs are shaky as he leans over her, and she hooks her legs over his hips to steady him. "You have no idea about the effect you have on people, Ace. You're dangerous." He slides down her panties fully before aligning their hips and rubbing his dick against her entrance to tease her a bit. "Good thing you didn't wear a skimpier skirt, or I might have stolen you from your date and fucked you right then and there with him in the room. Fuck Robert, right?" he says, and it's his last words before he rocks their hips together and slams it in.
"Oh, fuck," Rory gasps out as Logan wraps his arms tight around her waist, burying his face into her chest as he thrusts shallowly into her, shifting his hips up and down, making sure to grind the tip of his cock against her walls. She throws her arms around her neck to pull Logan back into a kiss, thrusting back against him as he fucks into her even while she's already heaving for breath. "Logan..."
"You close already, Ace?" Logan says against Rory's lips. Rory can't help but notice that he sounds a little smug, but she can't think of anything to say. Her mind feels fogged when he's spreading her thighs like butter with a hot knife and taking her breasts into his hands to tweak her nipples with his thumb and index, which just makes her bite her lip. "God, I know you well enough to be able to tell when you're about to come. It's written all over your face." Rory tries to hide her face between her hands, but Logan is quick to swat them away. "No, don't cover your face. I want to see your face when you come, Ace."
Just those words are enough to drive Rory to the edge, her walls fluttering around Logan's cock. One final thrust of Logan's hips, stuffing Rory completely, and they're coming together, Rory's fingers twisting into Logan's soft blond hair, and Logan's breath coming out as shaky huffs as Logan empties himself inside her, his knees buckling before he pulls out and collapses right next to her.
Rory stares up at the ceiling, still feeling a little woozy from the pleasure she feels. "Wow," she says, reaching down to pat Logan's knee as if to say thank you for his service, which amuses him more than anything. "You really know how to please a lady, Mr. Huntzberger."
"Only for you, Miss Gilmore," Logan says, leaning in to kiss Rory's sweat-slick forehead. "Only for you. I know you by feel already. I know what makes you feel good and I want to do all of it every time we have sex." He covers his face with his hands. "God, now that's just sappy. Sorry. I'm not used to being this romantic."
Rory just smiles before slowly drifting off to sleep next to Logan, happy happy happy.