Part 10: No Interruptions
Jess picked at Joan's cake with his fork, having finished his and still wanting something sweet.
"Hey!" She protested, hitting his fork with her own. "Go get more if you want, don't pick at mine."
Jess laughed picking at the piece he'd been cutting and putting it in his mouth. "Why, when I can have yours?"
"You're such a little kid," Joan laughed as Rory walked over to them, with her own piece of cake.
"Hey guys, enjoying yourselves?"
"Jess is eating my cake," Joan said whacking his hand again. Rory laughed.
"He's always had that sweet tooth. Logan's like that too." She shook her head, biting into her cake before handing it to Jess. "Here, not that hungry."
"See, she has mercy on me," Jess said taking the cake gratefully.
"She's not sleeping with you," Joan said. "She doesn't have to hear about how your stomach hurts after eating ice cream and a billion little truffles."
"Your fault, you cook them."
Rory rolled here eyes and licked her thumb free of frosting. "You guys are so smushy."
"Don't you mean mushy?" Jess smirked.
"No, I mean smushy, to where I just want to smush your faces in cake and see what you do," Rory said with a smirk, telling Jess that she was bound to do it.
"So speaking of your husband..." Jess said.
"Nice subject change, what about him?" Rory asked leaning against the railing next to the table. She'd set the wedding party table in the gazebo since it was the main table and the gazebo was in the center of town.
"Where is he?" Jess asked.
"I sent him home," Rory shrugged.
"You what?" Jess asked, his eyes widening.
"We didn't argue if that's what you're thinking. He's been sitting in traffic for the past seven hours, he hasn't gotten much sleep in the past two days with his impromptu visit to New York, and I thought it would be torture for him to stay, so I sent him home to sleep."
"Things are better with you guys," Jess stated.
"Much," Rory nodded, turning and seeing the couples dancing in the floor, then turned back to Jess and Joan. "Though I wouldn't have minded one dance with my husband." Just as Jess was going to open his mouth, she continued. "So the least I can do is make you two go out and dance for me."
"I don't dance," Jess said immediately.
"Bull, "Joan laughed standing up and grabbing his hand. "You danced well enough at my cousin's Latrines birthday party."
"Bu..."Jess didn't get to reply as Rory pushed him up and Joan pulled him up and out of his chair, then down the gazebo steps to the dance floor, Rory laughing the whole way. Sighing, Jess put his hands on Joan's waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"See, you can dance."
"But I don't like to dance," Jess said with a sigh.
"But I do," Joan said kissing him softly.
"Yeah, I know."
"Rory's so nice," Joan said as they swayed softly.
"She is," Jess agreed.
"Bet her wedding was spectacular."
Jess nodded slightly. "It was quite the soirée."
"Big?"
"Huge. She got married in a church and she's not even a religious person. The reception was huge... it was at the..." Jess racked his brain trying to remember. "The... Wind something Club in Hartford."
"The Windsor Club?" Joan laughed.
"That's the one," Jess nodded. "Fancy place, but it was nice."
"I wouldn't want a big wedding."
"No?"
"No. Just friends and family seeing as my family is small, it wouldn't be too big, and Josh is the only friend worth mentioning."
Jess thought about it before nodding. "Yeah, I guess I'd want a small wedding too. My mom, T.J., dad, Sasha and Lilly. Then Luke and Lorelai, and Rory and Tristan. Yeah, small works for me."
"Josh would be my maid of honor," Joan laughed, causing Jess to laugh as well.
"Would you put him in one of those tacky bridesmaid dresses?"
"Oh, he'd love that," Joan laughed. "No, I'd put him in a nice peach-colored tux, he's already chosen it," Joan said with a roll of her eyes. "So there's not much I can do about that. You know Josh, once he has his mind set to something, you can't change it. What about you? Who'd be your best man?"
"Tristan, no question."
"Not your uncle?" Joan asked surprised.
"Nah, he's already been up there once. I think he'd do it, but he's not one for putting on a tux. If anything, I'd be doing him a favor of letting him loose on that one."
"Really?" Joan asked.
Jess smirked as they swayed over to Luke and Lorelai who were dancing. "Hey, Uncle Luke?"
"What do you want?" Luke asked gruffly, causing Lorelai to smile.
"Say if I were to get married…"
"You're getting married?" Luke asked as he stopped dancing to turn to him. Lorelai also looked at him.
"I said 'say if I were to get married', not 'hey Uncle Luke, I'm getting married'."
"Fine, if you were to get married..." Luke said as he continued to dance with Lorelai.
"Would you be offended if I didn't choose you as best man?"
"Who'd you choose?" Luke asked.
"Tristan," Jess said without hesitation, causing Lorelai to smirk.
"Your gay lover!" Lorelai sang.
Jess rolled his eyes, as Luke answered. "No, I wouldn't. If anything, you'd be doing me a favor."
"Told you," Jess said to Joan who shook her head.
"If anything, Rory would be offended," Luke said as Lorelai nodded.
"You remember how cute she looked when she was her grandfather's best man. She'd definitely jump at the chance to be best man again."
"Shit, that's true," Jess said with a frown. "Well thanks."
"Welcome," Luke said as Jess and Joan danced away again
"So who'd you choose?" Joan asked.
Jess shrugged as he thought about it. "I think I'd let Tristan and Rory decide."
"They'd kill each other," Joan laughed, causing Jess to smile and nod.
"Yeah, they probably would," he said, though all he could think was how great it would look with Rory as his best man and Josh as Joan's maid of honor. It'd be a totally unconventional wedding and he loved the idea of it.
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"Okay! I'm tossing the bouquet!!" Lorelai yelled as Rory watched from a distance at the bar. She watched as Finn got antsy next to her as did Colin, who were watching their significant others in the group of very desperate women.
Jess smirked next to her as he watched Joan talking with Evie and Steph laughing. Then Tristan watched with an amused expression. This would probably be the closest he would get to girl on girl action, now if only he could be in the middle, he thought with a smirk.
"So whose idea was it for Lorelai to carry a ketchup bottle?" Jess asked with a smirk as he watched her get on the stage and talk to Luke with a smile.
"My mom swears it was Emily," Rory said, causing Tristan to cut his fantasies short and listen to the conversation.
"Are you serious?"
Rory nodded. "She says that way before she and Luke started dating, her mom made a comment about how when they got married, my mom would be carrying a ketchup bottle instead of a bouquet. Then when we were in the flower shop making final flower arrangements, they asked about the bouquet and before I had a chance to say anything, my mom told me her idea and how Emily would love it!" Rory rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised she didn't keel over then and there."
"So am I," Tristan laughed. "And here it comes."
"Oh dear lord, not again," Finn said closing his eyes and Colin groaned.
"I'm boycotting weddings."
"Come on, guys, it's just a barbaric tradition. It doesn't even mean that the person who catches the bouquet... or ketchup bottle in this case, gets married next," Jess said with a nod.
Rory laughed as she saw Joan grab the bottle and wave it in the air with a laugh.
"You sure about that?" Tristan asked with a laugh.
"Positive," Jess nodded.
"Then you won't freak when we tell you Joan caught the bottle?" Colin asked as Jess turned and saw Evie, Joan and Steph walking over to them. Sure enough, in Joan's hands was the bottle.
"Shit," Jess muttered. Rory covered her mouth with her hand stifling the laugh that was threatening to escape.
"That was fun," Joan laughed.
"So much!" Evie said. "You know, I got Rory's bouquet when she got married, and Finn got her garter belt."
"Still have it on my nightstand. It's the beginning of my Rory shrine," Finn nodded.
"Finn, that's semi-scary," Rory told him with a smile.
"Would it be full out scary if I said that I stole hair from your brush last time I was at the house?" Finn asked with an innocent look.
"No," Rory said. "It would be scary if you got Logan's hair though."
"Shit," Finn said wrapping an arm around Evie's waist and bringing her closer with a smirk.
"You guys are freaks, but I love it," Joan laughed.
"All right, the garter toss! Boys, come on down!" Lorelai said into the mike as the guys began to gather.
"This is us," Tristan sighed.
"Tristan, what's the point of you going?" Rory asked. "You have no girlfriend. Or boyfriend."
Tristan smirked. "Maybe I'll catch the garter and marry Joan, you never know," Tristan smirked as Jess glared.
"Oh, I'm so catching that damn thing," Jess muttered as he stalked after Tristan.
"Cool, pissing contest! So going to win!" Finn shouted running after them.
Colin sighed. "Finn! It isn't a real pissing contest! Dammit, pull up your pants!" Colin shouted taking off after him.
"Oh, you've got to love our boys," Steph sighed as she leaned against the bar.
"So, did I completely freak out Jess with the whole catching thing?" Joan asked with a small smile.
Rory laughed. "Yep, but he'll catch the garter just to be able to prove something to Tristan. I have no idea what that something is, but he'll catch it."
"Oh my god!" Lane squealed running up to them and hugging Rory.
"Oh okay, hugging and jumping now," Rory said hugging her friend back and jumping with her.
"I just hung out with U2 in their bus! Me, Zack, Brian and Gil all hung out with U2. And you wanna know what they said?"
"What?" Rory asked even more excited.
"They want us to open for them!" Lane squealed.
"Oh my god!" Rory squealed back, hugging her back and jumping up and down with her. "That is so great, Lane!"
"I know! Thank you so much!"
"What did I do?" Rory laughed.
"You brought them here, they heard us and we might get a record deal. Oh my god, I'm finally gonna get the whole 'Behind the Music' thing on VH1!!!"
"Aww Lane!" Rory said hugging her.
"I'm going to go tell mama, you know, tell her thanks too."
"Go Lane," Rory said pushing her away. Lane smiled as she ran off down the street towards Kim's Antiques.
"That is so great," Steph said watching Lane run.
"It is. I'm happy for her," Rory said with a smile as she watched Luke pull the garter down Lorelai's leg, all the guys whistling at the action as Lorelai laughed. She watched as he turned and counted to three, then threw it into the awaiting crowd of men.
"Oh my god! Is that Jess?" Joan laughed as she watched him kicking guys for the garter.
"Yep," Rory laughed. Sure enough, Jess came out triumphant in grabbing the garter and walked back with three boys behind him.
"Dude, was it really necessary to kick me?" Tristan asked grabbing his knee.
"You're lucky I didn't aim higher," Jess smirked putting the garter around Joan's ketchup bottle and kissing her lightly.
"God, you guys are so cute. Can't wait for the wedding," Rory teased, causing Jess to smile. Yeah, he couldn't either.
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"You going home, hun?" Lorelai asked as they walked towards the Dragonfly, Luke at her side.
Rory nodded. "Yeah, I promised Logan I'd sneak into his bed tonight."
"You guys are good, huh?" Luke asked.
"Very good."
"He didn't stay long," Lorelai said.
"Yeah, I sent him home. He looked like hell, it would have been wrong for me to make him stay."
"He looked like he was ready to drop," Lorelai said feeling bad for the guy.
"He was," Rory laughed. "He was sitting for seven hours in traffic. He wouldn't even stand a dance."
"So you're not mad at him?" Lorelai asked awaiting the response.
"Surprisingly no," Rory smiled. "I'm getting better at this whole channeling anger at the right person thing."
"So you're mad at Mitchum?"
"Oh, mad isn't even the word that's running through my head at the moment," Rory said. "Furious. Enraged. Wrathful. These are the words on my mind."
"My daughter, the walking thesaurus," Lorelai teased as the got to Rory's car.
"I'll be fine," Rory said with a shrug.
"Now, can we change this subject?" Lorelai asked bouncing up and down.
"You want the second part of your present!" Rory accused.
"Yes, we do," Lorelai laughed.
Rory sighed as she opened her door. "You can't give this back, I don't care what your reasons are. I want to do this for you," Rory said as she rummaged through her glove compartment and came out with an envelope and a box.
"What is it?" Lorelai asked.
Rory handed Luke the tickets. "You keep these safe. Knowing my mom she'll lose them."
"Hey!" Lorelai shouted offended.
Rory smiled "Open it, Luke."
Luke looked at her, before opening the envelope and taking the contents out. "Plane tickets... To Rome?"
Rory nodded. "Those are open ended," Rory told them.
"Rory…" Lorelai said taking the tickets and looking at them.
"I was talking to Logan and he thought it was a good idea."
"What was?" Lorelai asked.
"If you guys spent about a month down at our place there."
"Oh Rory," Lorelai said. "That's way too much."
"No, it's not," Rory said shaking her head, giving them the box. "Those are the keys."
"It's too much, Rory," Luke protested.
"No, it's not. Mom loved Rome when we went. And Luke, you haven't been there, and I know you hate traveling, but I thought you guys deserved the best for your honeymoon. And you guys couldn't come up with a place, so Logan and I thought this would be perfect."
"Oh Ror," Lorelai said with tears in her eyes and she hugged her. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Rory smiled pulling back and wiping her eyes hastily. "Just let me know when you plan on going. I've talked to Sookie and Michel and they're fine with running the inn. And Luke, if you're worried about Cesar running the diner, I've talked to Jess and he said he's willing to relocate for a month and look over things. Just let him know in advance so he can clear it with the group."
"Oh my..." Lorelai said.
"And I've talked to Elias. He's Logan's grandfather, nicest guy in the world," Rory smiled, remembering how nice he'd been. "He said that he'd take you in when the flight comes in and let you rest before showing you to our place and showing you around Rome."
"You've planned this out," Lorelai said.
"I didn't want you guys totally lost, and I remember our one attempt of calling for a cab and mom yelling at the cab driver in horrible Italian and the man kicking us out because of something mom said, that I still say is vulgar."
"I still say that I said 'Where's the nearest cafe?'" Lorelai insisted.
"Which is why Elias has also offered a chauffer to drive you guys anywhere and he's English, he he'll understand what you're saying. Rodney's cool," Rory laughed.
"Rory, thank you," Luke said.
"Hey, only the best for my new dad," Rory said hugging him as he smiled with pride.
"Thank you, babe," Lorelai said hugging her again.
"You're welcome."
"Tell Logan thanks for us," Luke said.
"I will," Rory nodded. "Just let us know when you want to go, I'll arrange everything. One more thing I should add is that though they're open ended, you're taking the Huntzberger private plane."
"God, I love my rich daughter!" Lorelai laughed. "No more Chinese tourists for me! No more four hour layovers! Thank you. That right there is the perfect wedding gift."
"Well, I thought about Luke not liking to travel and I know you'd grumble the whole way there if you were laid over and then having to sit next to people you didn't know. And then stuck between those annoying kids that kick your seat behind you. I wanted this to be comfortable for you guys. Plus there's a bed in the back, so you guys can get the honeymoon started way before you guys get to Rome."
"Wow, you're openly teasing me about my sex life. You really are my daughter."
Rory rolled her eyes. "I just want you guys to be comfortable on the way there and the way back. It's our pleasure to do it."
"Thanks, sweets."
"You're welcome. Now go. I'm going to go home to my husband, you go do naughty things to yours," Rory teased.
"Aw jeez," Luke muttered.
"Bye sweets," Lorelai frowned as Rory got in the car and looked in the back seat. "What is that?"
"What's what?" Rory asked looking in the back, seeing the large foil covered platter. "Oh, wedding cake."
"Did you take the whole thing?" Lorelai teased.
"No," Rory laughed. "I left the top tier in your freezer for your first anniversary. This is just some left over, you know, for Logan."
"Of course," Lorelai said with a roll of her eyes. "Drive safe, babe."
"Bye," Rory laughed closing the door and pulling out of the parking lot. She drove out of Stars Hollow and got on the freeway. She smiled, thinking of the day's events.
Her mom was married to the a wonderful guy and her very own prince charming, Jess was so in love with Joan and she could see them married in the future. Tristan was happy in his heterosexual bachelorness, Lane and Hep Alien were opening for U2, and she and Logan had hit a rough patch without blood shed.
"It's a miracle," Rory muttered, but the anger rose and she took a quick detour making the next exit. She was not going to go home and take this out on Logan. For once she was going to put the part of her that was un-confrontational aside and yell at the person who was really responsible.
Parking in front of the large house she'd only been to once, she slammed out of her car and walked up to the door, knocking loudly and rapidly. Five minutes later a sleepy Shira opened the door with a yawn. She wrapped her silk robe tighter across her waist and frowned at her daughter-in-law.
"Rory, what on earth are you doing here at three in the morning? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"No," Rory said curtly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Is Mitchum here?"
Shira nodded and with another yawn pointed towards the office. "Came in a few hours ago. Rory, are you sure whatever it is can't wait?"
"No, it can't wait," Rory said walking into the house. "I'll be quick. Sorry to wake you."
"It's no problem, dear. When you two are finished, tell Mitchum to stop working and come to bed."
"Yeah," Rory nodded as she walked to the office, her black heels clicking on the marble floors. She opened the door to his office loudly, causing him to look up.
"Rory?"
"Yeah, that's right," Rory said closing the door and going up to his desk, her arms still crossed and a glare on her face.
"It's three in the morning."
"Yeah, I'm well aware," Rory nodded, her jaw ticking.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"You know I should. I should be with Logan, in a bed, warm and cozy with sugar plum fairies dancing in my head, but I'm not. Wanna know why?"
"Is my saying 'no' going to stop you?" Mitchum asked leaning back in his desk chair.
"No, no, it's not," Rory said. "My mother's wedding was today, did you know that?"
"Logan mentioned something about it," Mitchum agreed.
"I've been planning my mother's wedding since I came back from my honeymoon. This was a very important event. An important event Logan should have been a part of. Wanna know where Logan was?"
"I have a feeling I know," Mitchum gulped, having never seen his daughter-in-law like this.
"He was in New York, with you and your baseball talking minions!" Rory yelled. "And though I love the fact that he finally made it, seven hours too late, he tried. He would have been there on time had it not been for you."
"Logan's the heir to my company, Rory."
"I get that, I do," Rory nodded. "But that gives you no right to pull him out of his obligations to me."
"So this party was an obligation?"
"It wasn't a party!" Rory yelled. "It was my mother's wedding!"
"Your mother-" Mitchum began.
"Is my mother, choose your words very wisely, Mitchum," Rory warned.
Mitchum nodded. "Your mother is no concern for me and my family. Including Logan."
"Yes, but she's a concern for me and my family. Logan included," Rory said. "When we got married, we read the fine print and I understood that I would have to attend functions with him, I would have to have lunch with Shira and my grandmother at the club. I understood all of this. And I do it. Why don't you read the fine print, Mitchum? Logan is a big part of my family now. He has the right to attend events on my part too."
"Rory, your events..."
"Are stupid? Are womanly? It's the 21st century, Mitchum. Women's events, such as weddings, are just as important as business lunches with prospective partners! If not more important."
"Logan left early," Mitchum said. "If he didn't make it on time, that's his fault, not mine."
"No. See, Mitchum, it is your fault," Rory said with a shrug. "You're the one that called at four in the morning making him go to New York in the first place. Had it not been for you, he would have been drinking beer with Finn and Colin, riding with them to Stars Hollow and sitting with them at the wedding. He would have danced with me and talked with me and I wouldn't have had to stand around by myself for the entire wedding! He's my husband, Mitchum."
"He's my son!" Mitchum yelled back standing now.
Rory stood her ground glaring at the older man. "Then why don't you start treating him like one? Maybe then you wouldn't have to con him into having dinner with you and Shira."
Mitchum nodded as he sat back down. "That was truly a Huntzberger remark."
"Look, I have no problems with you calling Logan and telling him to go to New York for training. What I do have a problem with is you calling Logan at any hour of the day, telling him to pack his bags, get his ass in the car and go. We had plans, Mitchum, and I really wish you would respect that."
"And what would you say should be a reasonable hour to call my son?"
"For business purposes?" Rory asked. At Mitchum's nod she shrugged. "Eight to five, regular business hours, not weekends. He's out of the house by seven thirty, cell phone on by eight," Rory sat down at the chair. "He's normally home by six, but his phone's off by five. With you hounding him, he's home by ten, phone's never off."
Mitchum nodded. "And what would you say would be a good time to call my son just to have a chat."
"Non-business related would be weekends," Rory said looking at him. "We're usually home, if not, his phone's on."
"So five to eight, huh?"
Rory sighed. "Look, Mitchum, I know you love Logan…"
"I do."
"But you've got to remember that you married your son off ten months ago. To me. I'm a family-oriented person who happens to like to have alone time with my husband uninterrupted by the shrill of a cell phone every five minutes."
Mitchum sighed. "How about I make you a deal, Mrs. Huntzberger?"
Rory looked at him. "What?" She asked confused.
"A deal here and now." He pulled out a pen and some paper from out of his desk and began to write. "I promise to only call Logan for business purposes between eight in the morning and five in the afternoon on weekdays, and to only break that rule in case of dire emergencies."
"Underline 'dire' three times," Rory said scooting forward to see what he was writing. "Dire means more than printer problems that editors can handle. Dire should mean that you guys are getting sued. Which will never happen," Rory amended at Mitchum's glare. "Or you guys have some financial thing to handle. In that case I should be called as well."
Mitchum hesitated before nodding and writing it down. "Now I will abide by that rule, but what, Mrs. Huntzberger, will you do for us?"
"What?"
"Well, I'll call Logan on reasonable hours, but that still leaves weekends without me calling my son."
Rory bit her lip before nodding. "I have to talk to Logan, but dinner with you and your family every Sunday night. No business talk."
"That leaves us with a very quiet table," Mitchum told her.
"Are you telling me that a very educated man like yourself can only talk about the newspaper business at dinner?"
"Dinner every Sunday," Mitchum repeated with a glare, causing Rory to smile.
"Exception to the rule," Rory said, wanting a loophole.
Mitchum sighed. "What is it?"
"Illness or prior events."
"Prior events?" Mitchum asked.
"Parties, weddings, finals. Remember, Mitchum, I'm still at school."
"If you can't come because of finals, Logan comes alone. If one of you is sick, the other comes instead. Just because Logan is sick, shouldn't keep us from seeing your brilliant face every Sunday."
"Sarcasm from a Huntzberger, what a shock," Rory muttered.
"Events such as Hartford events I'll accept," Mitchum continued ignoring the comment. "Don't think you can get out of this so easily."
Rory sighed before nodding. "Fine."
"Fine." He wrote that down before signing at the bottom. He handed the pen to Rory who stood and reread it. "Remember, that this is going to act as a legally binding contract, Mrs. Huntzberger."
Rory sighed. "I feel like Ariel signing over her voice to the Sea Witch just to be with the prince."
"My son is a prince, isn't he?" Mitchum smirked.
Rory sighed, reread it once more, looking for any loophole Mitchum would have put on his part before signing. "There."
"It's all done," Mitchum nodded as he put the paper on his top drawer.
"Now we seal it with my way," Rory said with a smile.
"What?" Mitchum asked.
"Oh yeah, better than any legal contract." She held out her pinky which Mitchum looked at incredulously. "A pinky swear."
Mitchum laughed, sure that she was kidding. He looked up and saw the determined look on her face. With a sigh he stuck out his own pinky, wrapped it around hers. "I pinky swear," he muttered, causing Rory to smile.
"I'm going down in the books as the girl who got Mitchum Huntzberger to pinky swear," she clapped her hands together excitedly. "Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better."
"Go home, Rory," Mitchum ordered.
Rory nodded. "Night. Oh, and Shira said to stop working and get to bed."
"I was on my way up there before you barged in," Mitchum told her as he grabbed his suit jacket. Rory reached the door and was about to leave before she turned back and bit her lip.
"Are you going to give me another verbal lashing? Because if so, I'd like to be sitting."
"Actually, I'd like to ask a personal favor from you."
"Another?"
"This one if for my own sanity, not Logan's."
Mitchum leaned against his desk and nodded for her to continue.
"Can you cool it with me and Logan working on an heir thing?"
"What?"
Rory sighed. "I would really appreciate it if you and Shira would stop telling everyone that me and Logan are working on an heir. I was actually going to ask my grandparents and have Logan ask you, but now that I've yelled at you, I feel comfortable asking. I just don't like it," she shrugged. "I'd appreciate it if it would stop."
"I'm sorry it's made you uncomfortable," Mitchum said. "I'll tell Shira."
"Thank you. Good night."
"Good night. And Rory?"
"Yes?"
"You're one hell of a daughter-in-law. Not many would yell at their father-in-law like you just did."
Rory shrugged. "It's time I placed the blame on someone who actually deserved it," Rory said with a smile before leaving the office and going out the house. She got in her car and rubbed her arms as she turned on the car and turned the heater full blast, then backed up and made her way home to her husband and a warm bed.
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Rory walked into the house smiling. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Now how to break it to Logan that starting Sunday they'd be dining with his parents, instead of ordering their usual Indian? She shrugged. Slow and steady won the race, she thought as she put the platter holding the left over cake into the fridge and started her way towards her room. She climbed the stairs and went to her room to change before going to Logan's to sleep.
She opened the door and closed it quietly, only to turn and see Logan lying on top of her covers in his thin white undershirt and grey track pants that he always wore to bed. She smiled and walked to her dresser taking out her earrings and setting them there with her wedding rings.
"Mmm, you're home late." She turned and found Logan sitting up, rubbing his eyes.
"I forgot you're a light sleeper, sorry," Rory said with a small smile.
"You said three, three thirty," Logan said. "It's almost five, how are you still awake?"
Rory shrugged. "Lots of champagne, in moderate amounts of course, and a cup of coffee before driving," she said, not mentioning the adrenaline she still had from yelling at his father.
"Wedding was fun, huh?"
"Yep," she said sitting on the bed next to him as she pulled the pins out of her hair. He rubbed his eyes once more before putting her arms down and doing it himself. "U2 was wonderful! And now Lane and her band are going to tour with them come their next tour!"
"Wow, that's awesome," Logan said putting the pearl pins on the nightstand.
"I know! Lane was so excited! Then Joan caught the ketchup bottle bouquet."
"Jess's girlfriend, right?"
"Yep."
"You know she blushed when I met her?"
"'Cause she said you might look good naked two days earlier. Might have been because of that."
"Huh?" Logan said pulling the last one out and letting her hair tumble down into the light brown locks he loved. She shook her head so that it would come undone and it fell over her shoulder and down her back. He got up from the bed as she talked.
"Than Jess caught the garter to beat Tristan and there was a moment when Finn thought it was an actual pissing contest and Colin had to convince him to put his pants back on."
"That could have been disastrous," Logan said turning off his phone, then going over to the dresser where Rory's purse was.
"It would have been," Rory agreed as she stood up and went to the closet to grab her pajamas, only to frown when she saw Logan going through her purse. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for your..." He got out her phone, "Phone," he said waving it at her.
"Why?" Rory asked going over to him. "I'm trying to tell you about the wedding."
"And I'm listening," he said flipping it open and pushing the End button turning it off. "So then what?"
"Well, mom and Luke loved the idea of spending a month in Rome. They say thank you," Rory said frowning over Logan's weird behavior as he went over to her desk and started following the phone wire. Rory leaned against her dresser, deciding she would be amused as he unplugged the phone.
"Tell them it was a pleasure next time you see them," Logan said poking through her nightstand and finding the matches and striking one.
"I also saved the leftover cake, so I put it in the fridge."
Logan turned to look at her. "What kind?"
"I have no idea,." Rory laughed. "Sookie outdid herself with this one. It was chocolate and vanilla, but it didn't have that taste of marble. I swear, put a hat on her and hand her an orange colored little person and you've got yourself Mrs. Willy Wonka."
"Going to have to try it later," Logan said turning back to her nightstand.
"What are you doing?" Rory laughed as he lit the candle on nightstand, then went over and lit the one on the dresser.
"No interruptions this time, Ace," he said blowing out the match and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"What?" She asked with wide eyes.
"None. The phones are off, I unplugged that damn phone from the wall, tomorrow is Saturday, I don't work, you don't work. The wedding is over. And for the past three months we've both been teasing each other to the point where I'm surprised that we're still alive."
Rory laughed. "So what are you planning on doing about it, Mr. Huntzberger?"
"I plan on taking advantage of your very inebriated state, Mrs. Huntzberger."
"Oh yes," Rory laughed. "Because I just cant seem to think strai-" Rory didn't get to finish as Logan covered her mouth with his. Her hands went to his chest, kissing him back. He pulled away and smirked.
"I can't kiss you like this," he laughed.
"Why not? I happened to be enjoying it!" Rory said, her arms slowly making their way towards his neck.
"You're about an inch taller than me right now. It's weird to kiss you while you're ducking down."
Rory laughed and looked down at her high heeled shoes. "My feet are killing me, you know. Can't stand upright in this inebriated state," she told him. Logan smirked as he bent down on one knee, slowly pushing her red dress up to uncover the shoe clad feet. He frowned as he saw it tied all the way to the middle of her leg.
"What the hell?"
Rory looked down. "Right, my mom thought those would be fun to wear," she laughed. "She was wrong."
Logan looked for the knot on the heel. He found it, then tried to unknot it before growling in frustration. Rory laughed and ducked down with him, untying it effortlessly and slipping it off, before working on the other one.
"That was an ego bruiser," he told her as they stood back up and returned to the position of her arms around his neck and his around her waist.
"Hmm, then why don't we give that ego a boost," she murmured, kissing him softly. She felt his hands grip her hips as they moved towards the bed. Her hands went down to play with the hem of his shirt and tugged up. He let go of her lips long enough for her to pull the shirt off and throw it over on the floor, his hands went to her back, feeling the bare skin there. He groaned as she kissed the side of his neck and they fell on the top of the bed.
He felt around her waist and back for a zipper, but couldn't find one. He groaned again and let his head fall back, Rory looking up at him with a small smile. "What is wrong with you?" She laughed.
"I feel like a fucking virgin," he grumbled, causing her to giggle.
"I'm not wearing a bra, Logan, so that can't be it," she teased kissing him softly and causing him to groan.
"I can't find the damn zipper to your dress."
"There isn't one."
Logan looked up at her. "Then how do you take the damn thing off?"
Rory took his hand with a laugh and led his fingers across the row of buttons starting to the middle of her back down to the bottom of her back. "You have to unbutton it."
"I hate buttons," Logan groaned, trailing his fingers up and down the row.
"Then I guess you hate sex," she laughed kissing him.
Logan growled as he started popping the buttons open. Rory got off of him, letting him sit up as she stood and finished all the buttons. She let it fall and Logan watched as the red dress fell from her body to pool on the floor, leaving her creamy body nude, with her brown hair tumbling over her back, the black satin panties sheer and tantalizing. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a sweet smile that had him turning her around.
He noticed her arm across her chest, taking it down he kissed her belly. "You're beautiful."
"Hmm," she said wrapping her arms around his neck loosely as he teased her with butterfly kisses.
"And amazing."
"A girl could get used to this," she laughed as she straddled his lap and kissed him softly. He gripped her hips, flipping her over so that they were in the middle of the bed, with him hovering over her. He nipped her lips kissing her, then moved his lips lightly down her jaw and down her neck, his fingers playing with the elastic of her panties.
Rory bit her lip, arching up, causing Logan to groan as her hips connected with his own. Her hands went from around his neck down to his chest pushing the grey sweats down, causing Logan to kick them off to the floor.
"Have I told you how much i love that you don't wear boxers to bed?" She teased, nipping his ear lightly. Logan looked at her and all thoughts of foreplay left his mind. They'd had three months of it, they didn't need more. With fast fingers he yanked on the side of her panties, causing them to rip and letting him slip them off easily. throwing them over his shoulder.
He reached over her head and pulled the covers from their tucked position and moved them to the end of the bed, her head hitting the pillows with a laugh. He smirked as he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth freely and groaned when she bit down on it lightly. She opened her legs letting him lay in between them.
She arched upwards with a moan. Taking his cue, he thrust into her, both groaning. He stopped moving, taking in the sensation of being inside of her, laying his head on her shoulder he felt his breathing increase and heard her own erratic breathing. Feeling her move, he moved out, then in, causing her to gasp and arch her back.
"Logan," she whispered, causing him to shut his eyes and move out, then in again, slowly. He felt her hips meet his every thrust. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrust in, moving faster, both wanting to find that peak. Closing her eyes she arched upwards, gasping as he thrust in at the same time, hitting that spot that had her groaning.
He moved his head from its position on her shoulder, looking up at her. He hovered over her, her eyes screwed shut, her breathing erratic and short little groans and fragments of his name being murmured from her lips. Thrusting in, he kissed her softly, causing her eyes to flutter open, showing him the blue eyes, dark with lust and passion.
Her eyes locked with dark chocolate ones. Feeling him move in and out of her had her wanting to close her eyes and feel, but couldn't seem to take her focus off of his eyes. She'd never noticed how dark they really were. He felt his breath mingle with hers, both their hearts racing erratically. Feeling the stir in the pit of her stomach, she gripped his shoulders harder. She felt him moving quicker, she heard herself gasp, arching her back as she clenched around him, hearing him groan, his head dropping on her forehead, his breathing coming out faster.
She fell back on the bed, closing her eyes, gasping for breath as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, so that she rested on his chest. She kissed his chest lightly, leaning up on her elbow and grabbing the blankets they'd kicked off and covering them.
Wrapping his arm around her he brought her closer and kissed her lightly. "That was much better than sneaking into my bed," he said against her lips, causing her to smile.
"Much," she agreed kissing him back.
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Rory pried her eyes open and stuck her tongue out when she saw it was only nine in the morning. Rolling over onto her back, she let out a squeal as she felt herself tumbling out of bed and hitting the floor. Blowing hair out of her eyes, she glared up at the very naked body of her husband.
"Bed hogger," she muttered. "Give him the best sex he's had in two years and he pushes me out of bed. How the hell is that fair?" She got up and grabbed the closest article of clothing that was on the floor, which happened to be his shirt, and pulled it on. She got up and went to the bathroom, brushing her teeth, she looked into the mirror.
She was glowing. Was it possible to glow after sex even if you weren't a virgin? Apparently, she thought as she spit out the toothpaste and smiled lightly, washing her face free of the makeup from the night before. Drying off, she grabbed a hair tie and pulled back her hair in a messy bun. She went towards the door of her room when she felt a hand grab her wrist and make her tumble back into the bed.
Laughing she kissed her half asleep husband. "Morning."
"Morning, now where are you off to? I wasn't done with you."
She laughed and looked down at him, his eyes open and an amused look on his face. "You fell asleep," she accused.
"So did you!" He laughed, propping himself up on his elbow, his head resting on his hand. "Now where were you going?"
"Kitchen, for a bottle of water, I'm thirsty."
"Sex is a very thirst-quenching sport."
"Apparently," she laughed. "Also getting some breakfast."
"You were going to cook?" He asked. "That has 'Finn burning down the kitchen' possibilities'."
"I wasn't going to cook," she rolled her eyes. "I was going to grab the cake from the wedding and bring it up."
"And you were going to leave me sleeping and eat it all yourself!" He accused.
"You would have woken up eventually," she laughed and kissed him. "I'll be right back."
"Two waters and two forks."
"Hmmm right." She got up and went to the door. Looking over she watched him lay back down on the pillows. The only thing covering him was a thin sheet over his rear. She smiled. He looked like a god lying like that. Still smiling, she closed the door to her room and went downstairs.
Walking to the kitchen, she went to the pantry and grabbed two bottles of water, then grabbed two forks before opening the fridge and grabbing the platter of cake. She took out a plate and put a piece large enough for her and Logan before putting the platter back. Balancing the two waters and cake with the two forks she started climbing the stairs, stopping when she heard the click of the front door.
"I'm telling you they won't care!" She heard a voice say, very thickly accented. Too shocked to move she turned and watched as Colin, Steph, Evie and Finn walked into through the foyer.
"Yeah, but what if the-- oh my god!" Steph squealed.
"Holy shit!" Colin said with his mouth agape.
Evie smiled as Finn smirked and clapped his hands together. "I knew it!"
Rory looked at them before turning and bolting up the stairs. Opening the door to her room she closed it with a slam, causing Logan to look up at her with a frown.
"What?" He asked.
"We are so changing the gate password," she muttered as she heard the pounding of fists on her door, causing Logan to smirk.
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AN: Okay, so I'm sure that most of you are leaping for joy at the fact that Logan and Rory have just slept together finally consummating their marriage. I know I am! lol. This scene was actually hard to write, and I'm hoping to come out okay. Let me know!
Okay, so Mitchum didn't exactly cower, but Rory stood up to him and yelled at him when he yelled back. And I'm happy with how it turned out.
Logan and Rory will be attending Sunday night dinners with the Huntzbergers. Some will include Honor and Josh... others will be only Rory or only Logan. If you notice, the elder Gilmore have yet to make an appearance. They will be making an appearance soon and it will be very tense.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I did!
Kassandra