This chapter is R rated, due to sexual content. Please be advised not to continue reading if this will offend you. Everything is in good taste, but may not be appropriate for all readers. Sorry for any inconvienience and please enjoy.
Rory lay back on her bed and heard the main door open and then close. She lay looking up at her ceiling watching the glow of a setting sun play with the shadows in her room. She took a deep breath and sighed. Then the main door opened and closed again.
"What'd you forget Paris?"
But Paris didn't answer. That wasn't at all unusual and Rory went back to admiring her ceiling while it lasted. It was beautiful and calm, the way the golden reds and ambers disappeared into corners and around bookshelves. It was nice to be distracted, to get her mind off things, off Logan. Logan...
She closed her eyes and it made her smile to think of him. She remembered the way her skin crawled the first time he touched her lower back, tracing his hands gently around the waist of her jeans; the feeling it sent burrowing into her stomach, the suffocation, the ensuing passion. She sighed and exhaled deeply.
"Logan." she moaned.
Thinking about the things he did to her, the nights they shared, the unbelievable things he made her feel, a familiar heat started to build between her thighs. She squirmed and moaned a little longer. She licked her swelling lips and thought about their last eveing together, the way Logan had invited her over for another Poker game with the boys and had surprised her with candles and a bubble bath and ...
She thrust her hips upwards and twitched slightly, the heat was growing. She could feel a wetness seeping from within her. She felt the need to satisfy an uncontrollable urge. She groaned and thrust upwards again. Slowly she slid her hand under her shirt and toched her tender breast, she tickled her nipple. Arching slightly she thrust again, harder, longer, seeking something that wasn't there.
"Logan!"
He'd come back. He was going to tell her everything. Even if it didn't make sense to him, he'd tell her and she'd make sense of it for him. They would sit down and they would discuss it and everything would be okay. They'd make up, and then they'd make up again with any luck. Logan smiled.
But he hadn't expected what he'd see when he'd let himself into her dorm. She was laying on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She looked like an autumn nymph the way the sunset coloured her skin, her revealling tank hiding little from his over-active imagination.
She called out to Paris and he froze, sure his trespassing would not be taken lightly and that his plans for reconciliation were shot. But she didn't turn her head to check, she just lay there in complete serenity.
Logan exhaled quietly. That was twice in one day that he was almost caught by her, and truthfully it turned him on a little. He was about to call her name when he distinctly heard her moan and call his name. Her eyes were closed and he wondered what exactly she was thinking about. Maybe he'd wait, just a minute or two more, there was no point in startling her out of her happy thoughts. And not a second later she thrust her impressive hips towards the ceiling, towards an imaginary person perhaps?
Logan took silent steps forward until he was standing in her doorway; just 3 easy steps away and yet close enough still that he could hear her raspy breathing. He was getting extremely turned on and felt something start to harden in his pants. He inhaled and shifted.
She looked hot and flustered as she licked her raspberry lips; her raspberry lips that he was now longing to kiss. Another deeper moan escaped those parched lips and was followed by a longer and more lingering thrust upwards. His pants were getting very tight, uncomfortably tight. He should say something now or risk not saying anything at all, he was going to jump her if she kept this up.
"Rory."
It came out as no more than a pathetic whisper, which she obviously didn't hear as he watched her slip her tender hand under her shirt and fondle her swollen breast. He'd never seen her touch herself before, he'd seen many girls touch themselves infront of him, but Rory Gilmore...
He completely forgot why he was there as she arched her back and thrust once again calling his name.
"Logan!"
"Rory."
She thought she heard Logan call her name.
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