Chapter 15
Whoever thought dressing up in white out in the middle of the woods, essentially in a camping setting, was a good idea, must've been insane, but clearly no-one other than Rory cared if one ruined these clothes in the dirt.
Thankfully, Rory's 1930s vintage dress with a flattering v-neck, scalloped lace hem and broad sheer lace sleeves only came down just below her knees, which meant she had more luck returning it in fair condition. At least so she hoped, having too much respect for the dress. As she'd looked at the label while getting dressed, the fact that it was a 1930s Bergdorf Goodman's wedding gown had made it even more intimidating, but as a gorgeous piece- it just made her think about whether someone had actually worn it on their special day before.
She'd been introduced around by Colin, of all people, and after about the second introduction she'd figured out they hadn't been using the letter E, but since she knew this was something they did on occasion, having heard a glimpse of that banter also at the party two weeks ago, it had been significantly easier for her to figure out and attempt to duplicate it. It was doable, just tiring, and people tended to give up after they'd had a couple of drinks.
The initiation itself had involved no blood oath, no verbal abuse nor kissing of the skull at the leader's feet - clearly she'd been too much about the most famous secret societies.
Instead, they'd gotten a talk around the campfire by some members she did not yet know, who looked a little older, like they might be in grad school, explaining how this thing worked - how there was no head of the group, and how it was an anarchy collective that didn't recognize leaders. Rory had been a little concerned about the funding, not really expecting to be able to wing huge quarterly fees for something like this, but had been calmed about the fact that it were the alumni who were sponsoring all of this, in her case her grandfather.
And while she appreciated the event, believing this was pretty much all that there was to it - the scenery was beautiful and even the drunk singing was pretty, being the kind of girl that she was - about half way through she still felt a little like finding a quiet corner to go read her book. And it was here she truly began to think that perhaps there was something wrong with her for not wanting to be a part of this, at least not in its full extent. She'd spend the last few hours quizzed about her person, and also getting to know the others, which had been pretty fun. She did learn that most of the people were just regular people - interest varying from art to sports and science like in any group probably. The difference was that they all had wealthy backgrouns and a certain sense of privlige. She only really saw Logan from the distance, just going about his business, not just hanging out with his friends but being involved with the management of this thing, but she was relieved to see at least no other girls getting too close to him.
It had gotten a little more chilly by that time, so Rory had gone by her tent to get her cape, simply wanting a break. But instead of shutting the world out completely and gone to hide in her tent or in the plot of the book she had in her bag, she just headed for the outskirt of the circle of tents and after carefully finding something to put under her seat, not wanting to damage the dress, she just watched the surroundings in awe - the moon now providing the majority of the light - and decided to begin to write down things she remembered from the car ride over. After all, she had a story to write.
"Word was a bear dragged you off," Logan's voice said, as he approached.
"No bear, I just wanted a quiet place to collect my thoughts," Rory replied.
"You found it," Logan said.
"Thanks, I've eaten," Rory replied, seeing him carrying a plate.
"Good. This is for me." Logan replied and sat down facing her. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing's wrong. I was just putting down some notes, so I won't forget..," Rory said, not wanting to sound ungrateful.
"Of the fake story you're running?" Logan teased.
"Yes," Rory chimed.
"You don't look like you're having fun," Logan stated, observing her, while continuing to eat. It really did look like he was hungry.
"I was having fun… but I guess I've just never really been very sociable," Rory shrugged, looking down. "I mean when we met… I was pretty much just done with trying to experience every social tradition that going to a club, dancing and having fun a club was supposed to offer, but at the end of the day I still felt like I stood out like a sore thumb. Even when I got Puffed at Chilton, I felt like I didn't fit in nor did I understand why those silly traditions like ringing the headmaster's bell even existed. I'm not really a group follower," Rory tried to explain. There was also another factor - to her, someone who had never really lived lavishly in her life, she was still thinking about things like how much this fun was costing someone, not wanting to be the one to take it for granted.
"You feel you're above it or something?" Logan asked. He wasn't accusing her, it was an honest question.
"I don't know... I don't want to be… I think that that out here is beautiful, it looks amazing… whoever thought this out was a genius. I am lucky to be here. I'm just not so sure I'm the person who would appreciate this the most," Rory explained, referring to the singing that went on around the campfire.
"They are drunk, and thank you," Logan replied, his mouth having been full as she'd said it.
"You did this?" Rory asked, feeling now even more worried he'd take it the wrong way.
"I did. And the stunt tomorrow, with help of course," Logan said, not too humbly.
"What is the stunt tomorrow?" Rory asked.
"You'll see," Logan teased, smilingly.
The next moment, Rory nearly sighed in fearful anticipation, expecting to lose his company.
"Logan?" one of the girls she remembered from the party, not the one that had nudged her on her way to the bathroom, but one of her friends, call for him.
"Yeah?" Logan replied.
"You coming?" the other one, whom Rory didn't know, asked.
"I'm good right here, thanks," Logan replied, causing Rory's smile to creep wider.
They could just hear the two girls mumble something about her person - the term 'new girl' being thrown around.
"Thank you," Rory said humbly.
"I can leave if it's alone time you're after... You're not that easy to figure out, Ace," Logan said.
"No, your company is fine, it's appreciated. Really," Rory replied. With Logan around she didn't feel the need to pretend to be someone she was not, there wasn't that social aspect there... it almost felt like just being. It was as simple as breathing.
"Good," Logan commented, licking two of his fingers clean. God, that looked hot when he did that.
"I guess… I always like parties, they are just tiring for me. It's like after a while I need to pull aside and regroup or something…," Rory tried to explain.
"Okay," Logan nodded.
Rory then saw a particularly appetizing piece of garlic roasted potato on his plate and decided to steal it with a sneaky smile on her face, wanting to see what he'd do.
Logan just smiled, proving to her he kind of like her braveness - and the intimacy that sharing a plate of food meant. So they sat back close, just like they'd been in the car on their way over, shoulder-to-shoulder and shared the plate.
"So you and the Puffs?" Logan decided to ask, the little detail amusing him if one went by his wide smile.
They continued to talk for a while, Logan also shedding some light on his high school stunts and also some things this group was good for, explaining to Rory some deeper meaning behind being closely linked to this group of people and the alumni. They were each-others unconditional helpers, whether it meant bailing someone out or getting them a hospital bad when they'd had an accident, which supposedly worked better for those who didn't have close family ties. This was their family outside their family, and that part Rory did appreciate. Everyone deserved a family.
They'd joined the group, now already arms linked, showing off their involvement, for a couple of games - joining in on the trivia but just watched the others play 'truth or dare', indulging in a glass of champagne along with it. While Rory had turly appreciated his idea of letting the people get to know her independently at first, right now it almost felt easier not to be just herself but as them, whatevery they were...
After snuggling on one of the couches, watching others play cricket in the darkness - an endless source of amusement by the way - Logan caught Rory yawing.
"You tired?" Logan asked, his arm around her shoulders.
"A little...," Rory confessed.
"I'll escort you back to your tent if you want… wouldn't want any bears dragging you off again," he suggested.
Rory agreed, but really hadn't been thinking about going to sleep. She just wanted to be with him, despite not knowing how much the tent setting actually enabled them actual privacy or convenience.
"This is you, I believe," Logan said, his hands already feeling comfortable on her body, holding her, and brushed a stray hair behind her ear, clearly getting ready to kiss her goodnight, which Rory actually felt a little annoyed with. Didn't he want her?
"Oh…," Rory sighed, perhaps a little disappointedly. Truthfully she'd waited all night for him to make more of a move, but it had just surprised her how respectful and gentlemanly he'd been all evening - definitely more and more being that Logan she knew over the one she was used to seeing at the newsroom. "Well, where's yours?" she asked, raising the corner of her mouth seductively.
"Uh..," Logan responded, nearly being caught off guard. "Just next to yours...," he said, his smirk growing on his face as he took in her determinedness.
"Show me. Maybe yours is bigger?" Rory said, faking her braveness just like she'd faked it at spring break. She still had all of her clothes laying around on her cot so, part of it was just practical thinking.
It wasn't bigger, but simply being able to let the canvas tent flap fall shut behind them, and kiss him with abandon was perk enough. The intensifying kiss left her chest all tingly and stomach swarming with butterflies. God, how she hoped he even felt a fraction of that. It felt dangerous and scary, but ever so intoxicating.
"You're an amazing kisser, you know that?" Logan suddenly said, surprising her.
"Uh?" Rory mumbled, deciding not to waste her breathing on words and kissed him again, this time with more intensity. The complement did work, raising herself esteem and giving her that extra braveness to continue.
His hands were already exploring her body through the lacy fabric, on hand pulling her flush up against her body while the other traced her needily.
She could most definitely feel his arousal already, the thought that she'd caused that being the biggest compliment of all, braving her courage even more. Enough so for her to reach down between them and quite daringly stroke over his length through his slacks.
The only tricky part was, that while they were dressed warm enough and the blankets on their cots looked warm enough, the getting undressed part seemed a little daunting.
"You know, we don't have to rush this...," Logan said, catching Rory by surprise. This body - his hands, lips that were now already on her neck, and his growing erection were really not agreeing with those words.
"I know..," Rory hummed. "And while I have no clue if it is even possible on these things…," she said briefly slipping out of the haze, gesturing towards the cot, "I do want to… I've missed you and... your body..," she admitted, and felt an immediate response from an intensifying kiss on his.
"You have no idea, Rory…," Logan hummed, kissing his way down her neck. There was something inherently sexy about teh way the 'R' rolled off his lips.
Undressing was a little different here - undoing all the buttons and zippers being the priority, while actually peeling off the layers was left until the last minute. All except the cape that Rory wore which was an almost forest-fairy-like addition to her by now naked body, as she waited, slightly uncomfortably out in the cold for Logan to climb into the cot and hold open the blanket for her to climb under. It was no longer as terrifying to be naked in front of the other, that alone being a huge development.
They didn't hurry it, and for a good stretch of time simply enjoyed the feeling of another warm body against the other, sharing a bed, a blanket and a pillow like this. His body still felt hot on touch and Rory's icycle toes pressed searchingly between his calves, looking for warmth.
"You looked beautiful tonight, still do… you also feel beautiful," Logan murmured, kissing her neck again, his hands feeling her body underneath the blanket. The way he let his hands explore her was telling a story too - it was one of not getting enough, his strokes being at times impatient, at times, especially when caressing her breasts, deeply appreciative.
"You can put your flattery away, mister. I'm already naked..," Rory teased, in a light and playful tone, causing him to chuckle.
He responded by running his thumb through his mouth and reaching down between her legs, which in anticipation she'd made easy for him, complimenting her in another way with the most sensitive touch there could be. Rory gasped in response.
Logan's face snuggled into the side of her neck, breathing her in, while going at it, and Rory muffled her moans by breathing against his neck, her sweet whimpers reaching his ears alone.
His thumb slid back and forth her slit, quickly moistening her core even more. Frankly at that point Rory just wanted to feel more of him already, his hot and hard member already significantly felt on her thigh.
Her hips rocked back and forth, demonstrating her eagerness. He flicked his tongue and lips over the side of her neck again, causing yet another moan of approval, giving her flashbacks of that same feeling from the dream she'd had.
Her nippels brushed against his chest, each brief friction making them more sensitive.
Soon enough Logan reached for the condom he'd placed under his pillow just as he'd gotten undressed. It was not soon enough, Rory already feeling like she might explode if he kept the teasing up much longer.
Rory took her own incentive next. She untied her cape, throwing it onto the ground, not that she was too hot. It was also not that she didn't want face him, but she just felt like this whole cot situation might benefit from another position, turning herself so her back was to him. She too had done her homework in between, and even had her own experience with Dean in the meanwhile, one of those encounters having taken place on her very narrow bed back home. While the kisses had held nowhere as much passion as Logan's did, she did believe she knew some pretty good angles by now. Every experience mattered in their own way.
Logan's hand went around her body, caressing her breasts from behind her, fitting them one-by-one neatly into his palm, and reaching once again down between her legs, which was slipper from her juices, pressing onto her mound and also her abdomen which made her feel incredible. The anticipation only grew as she felt him near her entrance, causing her to curve her back eagerly.
"Logan..," she hummed to the side, dying to feel him.
He replied by kissing the nape of her neck, her hair now pushed aside, and thrust into her, causing another hushed but this time much deeper gasp.
"Oh, fuck..," Logan muttered quietly, for a moment just staying still inside of her.
The next moment they heard someone outside the tent, but thankfully they passed, and a millimeter at the time they began to move, meeting halfway, the end goal being evident to both.
It was an unhurried kind of lovemaking, nothing rough about it. It was cautious, withheld and still - oh, so sweet in its forbiddenness of doing this practically out in the open, only the tent cloth separating them from the rest of the group. But that didn't stop the inevitable - the spiraling ecstasy was still building in her lower abdomen, the two having taken turns, rubbing her clit - at times even doing it together, one hand on top of the other.
The sweet quakes engulfed her soon enough. It felt like a warm wave spreaded all over her body, and feeling his cock throb inside of her while she spasmed caused her mouth into the pillow not to make their activity too evident to the outside world. Along with cuiet grunts Logan kept moving, and came with one of her afterwaves, his sweaty forehead resting on top of her shoulder, breathing hot air onto her back, struggling far more to withhold his ultimate groan.
As he slipped out of her, he only pulled himself closer against her, preserving the warmth and other than for a split second to grab the cape from the ground and toss it over the two of them, Rory really was all for it, wanting to stay right there as long as she could with his arm wrapped around her waist like he was afraid to lose her.
Logan kissed the top of her shoulder gently, making her feel incredibly safe.
"I had a dream about you one night," Rory confessed, as they basked there in the afterglow, their bodies emitting heat almost visible to the eye.
"Oh yeah?" Logan inquired, teasingly.
"About Rome..," Rory whispered to his ear, the answer being self explanatory, demonstrating just how comfortable they were getting around each other.