Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I have at least one more part planned for this I think, though I'm also fairly happy with this being a oneshot. We shall see I guess.
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Fridays were supposed to be simple. It was a pact that Rory made with herself upon graduating college and being unable to attend the required Friday Night Dinners at her grandparents house. Upon shirking the requirement because of living too far away, Rory decided that she could finally start having low key Fridays. She didn't have the pall of a possibly uncomfortable dinner every week hanging over her.
And, for the last 2 years, she had done just that. She would make sure she had a lighter work load on Fridays so that she could slip out a few hours early and start her evenings off right: movies and snacks. Without fail. She would sometimes mix it up by taking the day off or going out with friends or even dates, but more often than not, she would be parked on her couch on a Friday evening watching horrible movies.
Unfortunately, this particular Friday evening she wouldn't be able to partake in her usual ritual. She was made feature editor a few months earlier, which meant that while she still wrote quite a few pieces, she was able to hand off some of the schmoozing to lower staff writers, thus freeing up her Friday nights. However, the writer that was supposed to cover a gala had called in sick that day and there was no one else that could cover this gala on such short notice.
So, that is how Rory Gilmore found herself in downtown New York wearing one of the formal dresses that she never had occasion to wear anymore. This particular one was a deep red color and shared more skin than she was usually comfortable with. But, she hadn't had reason to wear it since buying it because she had bought it when she and Logan were still together. But they weren't anymore and she never had the chance to wear it around him. She never could bring herself to get rid of it or the other dresses that were stashed in the back of her closet. Luckily for her, working at the Time did allow her the opportunity to dress up and feel pretty for a few nights every year.
So, here she was at a society event at the New York Library wearing a sinful red dress all to cover a story about the fundraising. She probably could have gotten these answers by placing a few well timed phone calls or by forcing a junior staffer to attend, but, if she was willing to admit it to herself, she missed the glitz and glamor of society parties. While she might not always enjoy them or the people, there was usually decent food and free booze. And it was a good excuse to break out of her rut.
Upon walking into the main part of the library, Rory's breath was taken away. Whoever was in charge of the event had done a wonderful job of transforming the library into a party space. Walking in she noticed that this was an event to raise money for literary in younger children, so she thought it fitting that they held it in the library. And, she hoped that they raised a decent amount of money for the cause. Reading was pretty important to her and she couldn't imagine what her life would be like if she hadn't had her world of books growing up.
Rory spied the bar and made a beeline for it. She ordered a martini and scanned the room while waiting for it to be mixed. It was still early, so there wasn't a line and Rory was quickly able to locate some other reporters that she knew across the room. She smiled at the bartender when he handed her the martini and then made her way across the room.
She greeted everyone in the group and found herself settling in to their conversation. They were discussing who they thought would show at this event and who would end up showing their asses after having too much to drink. "Gilmore! Look at you!" Steve, a reporter for a small online magazine, exclaimed upon seeing her.
"Damn, Rory," Lexi from the Sun agreed. "If I'd known that's what you looked like all cleaned up, I would have asked you out ages ago."
Rory laughed, knowing Lexi was joking. She might be a lesbian, but Rory knew for a fact that she preferred leggy blondes. But, Rory basked in their compliments. Usually, they saw each other during the working day and they all wore business attire. On this night, the men were in nice suits or tuxes and the ladies all in dresses. Rory's seemed to be the show stopper though. It had a plunging neckline and almost no back to speak of. It was fit to her body and flared out slightly at the bottom. She had to admit that she felt very pretty after seeing everyone's reaction to her.
After relaxing into the conversation, Rory found herself really enjoying the night and wondered why she didn't go out more often. It's not like she wasn't invited out by other staffers at the paper or that she didn't have friends, because she did. But, as sad as it was to admit it, she just didn't feel like putting the effort in. And it reflected in her personal life. Outside of a few casual relationships scattered and the few close friends she had, she was veritably alone in New York. She decided that it had to change. She had spent too long lamenting a relationship and other things that weren't meant to be.
After making this agreement with herself, the organizer tapped the microphone, grabbing the attention of the room. Rory just then realized how crowded it had gotten. "Good evening! I hope your evening has gotten off to a wonderful start. I want to thank you all for being here and helping us raise money for this wonderful cause."
She paused for the polite applause that the crowd gave her. Once it had quieted back down, "Dinner will be served shortly, so if you could please find your seats, the evening can begin."
Rory glanced at her ticket and saw that she was at Table 6. She started to wind her way through the tables, and finally found it right by the dance floor. She had a prime seat, she noticed, most likely because she was from the Time. She found her placard and sat down, placing her now empty martini glass by the water glass on the table. She realized she should have refilled it before sitting down, but one glance at the bar told her it would be futile to attempt to do it now.
She sat back and started taking mental notes of the room to add to her notes for the evening later. Her table slowly started to fill and she smiled politely and introduced herself to everyone. Only one seat was empty to her left, but she didn't know who it was since all that was there was the name of the company, Rocket Publishing. The waiters were just bringing the first course out when someone slipped into the seat.
"Sorry I'm late," the person stated, grabbing the napkin off his place setting.
Rory tensed, having recognized the voice. She couldn't believe her dumb luck. The one time she has to come to an event to cover it for the paper, she has to be seated next to her ex, Logan. She sat there, not quite sure what to do. It didn't seem that Logan had realized she was sitting next to him, but she knew he would realize it soon as people were going around the table introducing themselves and it would soon be her turn.
Rory was just starting to panic when she saw Logan cant his body towards her and start to say something, freezing when he realized it was her. The look on his face would have been comical if Rory wasn't having a freak out of epic proportions over the entire situation.
"Rory," he stated.
"Logan."
They sat there in silence. Rory finally looked at him head on, noticing that he looked almost the exact same as he had two years before. His hair was a little longer, his face a little leaner and more tan, but he still looked the exact same.
Before anything more could be said, a waiter stepped between them, placing their courses down and the person on Logan's other side drew him into a conversation. Rory exhaled in relief. She hadn't figured out anything to do about seeing him again. She knew they would obviously have to face things at some point since they had been thrown together, but she fully planned to hold it off as long as possible.
She turned to the man on her right and started up a conversation with him and continuing it throughout the majority of the meal. It was only in the lull before dessert that Rory remembered Logan on her other side and that was only because he said her name when she caught a lull in the conversation. "Rory."
"I feel like we've done this already once tonight, don't you?" she asked him, fiddling with the edge of her napkin.
Logan sighed. "Can you not make a joke?"
"Sorry," Rory whispered, cringing at herself. Of course she would resort to joking to deflect from the conversation that she felt was inevitable.
"So," he said, "how have you been?"
"Not too bad. Yourself?"
"Not too bad."
They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Rory didn't know how to break it and she had a feeling Logan didn't either. Thankfully, she was saved in the form of tiramisu. Dessert had arrived. She dug in with gusto and at it faster than she normally would. She finished it well before anyone else at the table, just like she planned. She excused herself and stood, grabbing her martini glass. She figured now would be a good time to get that refill or five.
Even though she was trying to not look at Logan, she couldn't help but notice how his eyes bugged out slightly at seeing her in the dress. She had to admit, she felt a little gratified that he obviously liked what he saw.
Upon reaching the bar, she went ahead and ordered two martinis, fully intending to throw the first one back quickly before savoring the second. Just as she was preparing to do just that, Logan joined her at the bar. Rory sighed. She should have known it wouldn't be that easy to get away from him. She didn't say anything to him as he ordered a scotch, neat. Neither did he.
She quickly drank her first martini before grabbing her other one, hoping she could break away. Of course, Logan followed her. "Come on, Rory. You can't keep walking away from me," he told her as he trailed behind.
Rory sighed, realizing he was probably right, even though she had planned to give it her best effort. She turned to face him, taking a sip of her drink. This was the first time she had really allowed herself to look at him and she had to admit that he looked good. Not only was he leaner and more tan, he looked more grown up and confident than the last time she had seen him. California obviously agreed with him, even though it hurt her to admit that to herself.
"Ok."
"That's all you have to say," Logan asked.
"I don't really know what you want me to say, Logan," Rory told him, hoping she sounded calm because she was anything but on the inside. "You obviously want to talk, so talk."
Logan sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "You know, I thought I would probably see you again. I thought it wouldn't be so soon, but I knew it was bound to happen."
"You call two years too soon?" she asked him incredulously.
"For me, yeah."
Rory was a little taken aback. She wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. Before she could respond, Steve came up. "Rory, the band just started. I know you don't usually dance, but I'm hoping you'll finally put me out of my misery and agree."
Rory stared at Logan for a moment and knew this could be her out. "Sure, Steve."
Rory didn't see the surprised look on Steve's face because she was too busy looking at Logan whose face had fallen. She quickly drained her drink, leaving the empty on a table before following Steve onto the dance floor. Rory knew that dancing with Steve was probably a bad idea as he had confessed his feelings to her. He knew she wasn't interested, but he obviously still held some hope based on the way he was holding her.
Truth told, Rory was a little uncomfortable dancing with him and really wished she had just stayed with Logan. However, she had to deal with her decision now. Once the song ended, she made some excuse about needing the rest room and made her escape. While making her way across the room, Rory plotted the best way to get out of the gala without Steve or Logan realizing she'd left. She figured she could call or text Lexi later to find out the details she would miss, such as how much the event raised and such, but she knew she couldn't stay here and try to dodge Logan especially all night.
She slipped into the bathroom and splashed some water on her face, still formulating her plan when she heard the door open and close. She didn't pay it any mind until she heard the lock flip. Rory glanced up and saw Logan standing there. "What are you doing in here?" she hissed.
"I can't seem to get you to talk to me, so I followed you in here."
"You can't be in here!"
"We're the only two in here, it'll be fine."
"But what if someone needs to come in here?" she asked, starting to freak out at realizing she was locked in a bathroom with the one man she had ever truly loved and wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
"Then they'll wait or go to the other bathroom."
"You can't just come in here!"
"Well, you weren't going to talk to me any other way. So, here I am," he told her.
They stared at each other for a few moments. "What do you want, Logan?" Rory asked, defeated. She hoped that by talking to him she would be able to just leave sooner rather than later.
"Rory, I haven't seen you in two years and suddenly here you are. I'm not going to let this opportunity slip by."
"Slip by? What are you talking about?"
"I made a mistake," Logan said, stepping closer to her.
Rory's eyes widened, not believing what she was hearing. "You made a mistake?" she slowly repeated.
"Yes, I made a mistake two years ago. I realized it about a month after everything, but I wasn't sure you'd take me back and then when I finally got the nerve up to try, you had changed your number."
"Someone spilled a beer on my phone," she muttered absentmindedly.
"So, you see, I'm not going to just ignore the fact that the first time I come back to the East Coast in two years is also the first time I see you," he told her, stepping closer to her.
Rory honestly didn't know what to say. If she believed what he was saying, it sounded like Logan regretted leaving her two years before and possibly wanted to get back together. "What are you saying Logan?" Rory asked, wanting to cut to the chase.
"I shouldn't have given you that ultimatum. I shouldn't have tried to force you to marry me. I should have realized that you just needed time. Instead I acted like a huge jerk and it cost me the most important person in my life: you."
Rory's breath hitched. How many times had she dreamed that Logan would find her and admit just that? Now that it was happening, she wasn't quite sure she could wrap her head around the entire thing.
"That still doesn't quite answer my question Logan."
Logan sighed, and stepped closer again. At this point, he could reach out and touch her, so he did, cupping her face. "I miss you, Ace."
Rory sucked in a sharp breath at the use of his nickname for her.
"I want us to have another chance."
Rory felt like laughing. And not because the situation was funny, but because she felt hysterical. Logan must have seen something on her face because he asked, "What's wrong?"
At that, Rory did laugh. "What's wrong? What's wrong?! The love of my life is standing in front of me in a locked bathroom telling me that he made a mistake two years ago when he tried to force me into marrying him. Do you have any idea how long I waited for you to realize that and find me? I spent months on that godforsaken bus in the middle of nowhere wishing just that. That you would find me and sweep me back off my feet and that we'd live happily ever after. Now, suddenly it's here and I don't have a fucking clue of what to do or say."
Rory took a breath, fully prepared to continue, but Logan silenced her by pressing a hard kiss to her lips. Rory stiffened, surprised, but quickly relaxed into the kiss, returning it hungrily. Logan pulled back, panting slightly. "Ace—" he started, but Rory pulled him in for another kiss. She couldn't face talking to him at the moment, so she figured they could do what they were best at, kissing.
Their kisses slowly escalated into hungry kisses as their tongues dueled for dominance over the other. Rory suddenly felt the wall behind her, realizing that they had been slowly backing up while trying to devour each other. "God, I want you so bad…" Logan panted, planting light kisses her neck.
"What's stopping you?" Rory breathily asked.
"Don't ask something like that if you're not prepared to follow through," Logan warned her.
Rory quirked an eyebrow, in lieu of a response, she danced her fingers over the prominent bulge in his pants. Logan took that for assent and pulled Rory in for a bruising kiss. Logan started gathering her dress in his hands, pulling it up and slipped his hands under. Rory's breath started coming in quicker spurts as his hands worked their way higher on her thighs.
Logan paused when he reached her butt, exploring. "No underwear, Ace?" he asked.
"I didn't want to worry about the lines," she shrugged in response.
Logan groaned, "You're going to be the death of me."
"Shut up and kiss me, Huntzberger."
Logan did just that. Rory then felt his fingers dance along the front of her mound. Sensing what he wanted, even after all this time, she widened her legs slightly, granting him access. Rory moaned when she felt Logan dip his finger inside her. The moan became strangled when Logan suddenly pushed two fingers in her, settling his thumb on her clit. She threw her right leg over Logan's hip, granting him better access as he slowly started to fuck her with his hand. "God, Rory.." Logan panted in her ear.
Rory couldn't respond, already feeling the start of her orgasm reaching her. Logan seemed to sense that as he sped his fingers up, bringing Rory quickly to the cusp and pushing her over. Rory could swear that she saw stars and that she blacked out for a few moments after cumming.
Once she came back to herself, she quickly started to make work of Logan's belt and pants. "Do you have protection?" she asked. She figured he did because even while dating he carried a condom on him on the off chance Rory got frisky in weird places.
Logan nodded and pulled his wallet out, retrieving the condom from it. He watched at Rory succeeded in unbuckling his belt and freeing him from his pants. He groaned when she started stroking his cock. "Rory, you need to stop that if you want me to fuck you now."
Rory bit her lip and looked at him through her lashes. She took the condom from him and proceeded to rip it open and put it on for him. Once he was sheathed, Logan placed his hands on her ass, lifting her slightly. Rory lifted her other leg and helped guide Logan into her. They both groaned once Logan was pushing in. Logan paused once he was sheathed, confusing Rory. She wiggled. "Rory," Logan bit out. "I'm trying to control myself here."
"What if I don't want you too?" she whispered in his ear before lightly nipping it. When that didn't cause him to start moving, she tightened around him, pulling a strangled groan from him.
That seemed to break whatever tenuous hold he had and he pulled back before slamming back into her. Even though she had already come once and she wasn't normally a multiple orgasm girl, Rory could feel herself quickly approaching a second one. Logan always seemed to be able to do that to her.
She tried to muffle the sounds he was causing her to make by placing kisses on his neck, but eventually that wasn't enough to contain her and Rory couldn't stop a few load moans from escaping. Logan caught her lips in a kiss, trying to silence her. But even that only did so much. "Oh, God," Logan groaned after a few minutes. "I'm going to come."
Rory felt herself tighten at his words and after a few more thrusts, felt herself go over the edge again. A few thrusts later, Logan groaned out his own release. They stayed there, panting for a few moments, before Logan drew back to dispose of the condom.
In the aftermath, neither seemed to know what to say. They each took a few moments to put themselves back to rights. Rory wasn't stupid enough to think that people wouldn't realize what had happened while they were in the bathroom, but that didn't mean that she would give people a chance to comment on her looking less than well put together.
Once she finished checking that besides a slight flush, her hair and make up were mostly fixed she noticed that Logan was standing behind her, looking at her with his hands in his pockets. Even more so than earlier, Rory really didn't know what to say. So, instead of allowing Logan the opportunity to say whatever he wanted to say, Rory did what she did best: she ran.