Chapter 31

Rory slipped into the dressing room they'd been in before to change before the event ahead of Logan who followed, unsure to where exactly he was being led for quite some time. As they reached the room, however, the outlook looked promising and Logan closed the door behind him, flipping the lock switch in its handle, muffeling off Ray Charles' 'I Can't Stop Loving You' that had been playing over the venue.

As soon as he turned, Rory's hand went around his neck and she kissed him, and as the first kiss broke, whispered - "I love you too," while her forehead stayed on his, allowing him to feel the warmth of her breath, and gently bit her lower lip. She could already feel the effect of her words - both the earlier saying how she needed him - and the present. Registering her words Logan now pulled her in - hips against hisps, claiming her mouth for another feverish kiss.

The smile on Logan's face grew wider, and he laid another celebratory kiss on his lips only pausing briefly to catch a breath..

"Good, I was worried I'd rushed that… that I might have scared you off," Logan exhaled, his hand intertwined into her hair, and kissed her again.

The soft-lipped, but determined, open-mouthed kiss felt overwhelming. It always did when he kissed her like that - especially when he cradled her head the way he did then. It was like without him holding her still she'd just buckle to the ground right there unsure if her knees could hold her weight.

"You didn't," Rory said, shaking her head a little, and continued to kiss him. Talking felt insignificant to her, it was his lips, hands and dick that she needed now.

"Even though I kind of feel like kissing a guy," Logan murmured cheekily, obviously feeling a little amused by her outfit.

"Shh...," Rory hushed him playfully, with a small shake of her head, and kissed him, allowing the flutter to intensify this time by claiming his mouth and tongue completely. It was almost like she controlled him now.

"Why does it feel so good to be with you…?" Logan threw a rhetorical question in the air several seconds later, as Rory's lips were kissing the side of his neck and already unbuttoning his suit and beginning to take it off him.

Her whole body tingled at his words and Rory could wait but to feel more of him and the speed of her nimble fingers on his buttons certainly spoke of it.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Logan whispered, hesitating for just a minute.

"Yes," was Rory's hasty answer, and she made sure his lips had a better purpose by kissing him again. Frankly, she found it rather ridiculous he was even asking, she could tell how hard he was already.

She pushed off her own suit jacket, and unhooked her slacks, wanting to get rid of the layers on their bodies. There were frustratingly many layers.

Despite the undressing, they were kissing like their lives depended on it, the urgency to become one overtaking them, breaking contact only when absolutely necessary. She wanted to breathe him, feel him - every inch of him, show her love, trust and confidence in him as well as use this as the best apology for her earlier jealousy. She too needed the assurance as well that he didn't want to do this to anyone else, that there was no one he wanted quite as badly as her right now.

As Rory had stepped out of her pants her white dress shirt just unbuttoned but hanging on her body, Logan caressed her breast through her bra, handling them roughly. But damn, did she love it. Her hips rubbed even more against his erect member, needing more friction.

Logan was shirtless, but just his belt unbuckled at that point, when he assertively slid his hand down the front of Rory's underwear, cupping her mound. Even that single touch caused her to gasp.

"You're soaking," Logan murmured against her neck, kissing it.

All Rory could say to that was let out another moan, his strong fingers finding her clit and applying that back and forth motion on her outer and inner lips that just made her melt.

Briefly they scanned their surroundings - the dark velvet couches and armchairs not really seeming like ideal places for this. And soon enough Rory made the snap decision to turn, forcing Logan's hand to leave her.

She needed more.

Rory held onto the nearest armchair, and the look he gave Logan could only be interpreted one way - she needed him, she needed him now.

His face spoke of a similar need, appearing all tense and primal - it were the sounds, the moans and gasps, Rory was making that did that to him. In an instant he slid her black stretchy thong down her legs, freed his member, allowing his pants to drop to his ankles and ran the tip of his cock over her moist lower lips.

Rory gasped at his warmth - she could swear it felt better every time. Like something that had been withheld from her for ages, even if it hadn't been more than 24 hours since they'd last been joined. It was like nothing could possibly feel better than the mental euphoria she felt meeting the ultimate physical high they could offer each-other, right here, right now. Life was short, this was in its fullest - an in omnia paratus moment.

Logan grunted, rather loudly, as he entered her - Rory had always interpreted it as a sort of a compliment, which made her smile.

She curved her back and reached back to his neck and pulled him in for an over-the-shoulder kiss. His hands caressed her breasts again, so what if in part through her bra.

Logan started slamming back and forth, and she was thrusting her hips against his. It was like the best drug in the world - a quick fix to everything that had been bothering her before. She bent down a little and with one hand she rubbed herself, her motions being nothing but frantic while all she could think of was - slam, slam, slam.

Suddenly her abdomen spasmed, the slapping noises and the roughness of his movements having pushed her over the edge. It wasn't the lengthiest orgasm she'd ever had, but she could still just feel the warmth move from her core to her every cell, nonetheless. And it certainly didn't look like he was done with her yet.

She couldn't be sure how long they'd been at it - certainly minutes - yet the need was still high - and as encouragement she met his trust with her own in return.

But then all of a sudden Rory could hear her mother's voice.

"Rory are you in here?!" Lorelai called out and knocked.

A jolt went through both of their bodies. They, however, didn't stop, Logan's motions only growing more rapid.

Lorelai tried the handle causing Rory to get distracted for a split second, feelin a wave of panic.

She didn't know why she said it, but she did anyway - "I'll be out in a minute," she said.

The thrusts grew more franting, and Rory sensed he must've been close to stop and the last thing she wanted was to pull the brakes. And Rory was more than willing to forgo her second orgasm just as long as he got off. This wasn't just about her.

Logan buried himself deep inside of her, grunted and filled her, there having been no time for secondary road blocks this time. Without pulling out, Rory could still feel him pulsing inside of her, and she raised her back up for just long enough to begin to kiss him over her shoulder, wanting to savor at least a small glimpse of this moment, when the other door to the dressing room, the one that connected to the groom's quarters, blew open.

"Rory!" her mother's voice yelped, automatically hiding her eyes. She'd clearly seen too much - supposedly it was good it was post-coital not during, but it really hadn't been too different as ha was still buried inside of her and there was nothing hiding what they'd been doing.

"Mom!" Rory objected, and the two pulled apart and began to hastily cover up. "I told you I'd be a minute! What are you doing here?" she objected, feeling like her mother had had no right to barge in like this, especially after she'd told her she'd be there in a minute. She felt incredibly shocked, embarrassed and on top of everything she could just feel Logan's juices pouring out of her and realize she had nothing really around to clean up with in such a rush.

"Grandma wants a picture!" Lorelai explained.

"Of this?" Rory shot back on automatic, and pulled her underwear up, realizing she was going to have a puddle in there within minutes.

"Rory! What were you doing!" Lorelai asked, briefly checking whether it was okay to look at the two guilty parties, yet. Technically it was as Rory had managed to pull her pants back up and Logan was just buttoning up his shirt his back turned towards her.

"Mom!" Rory objected. This was ridiculous - it was not like her mother had never done something similar, and while she was much younger than she was.

"You're at your grandparents' wedding, renewal, vow thing…" Lorelai huffed. "They are right out there!" Lorelai added.

"Rory's in here?" Rory suddenly heard her father's voice. Now it was the moment to really panic.

Thankfully, her mother was quicker and physically pushed her dad out from the doorway with a "Don't Chris!" - so he saw nothing. What a relief!

"What's going on?" Christopher asked, the two still being able to hear everything.

"She's in there with her… um… with a guy. What do you think?!" Lorelai explained.

"What!?" the two heard Christopher react and Rory recalled how drunk he'd been earlier - that would not be a good combination. "Hey, that is my daughter! Get your hands off of my daughter! I will kick your ass once you come out of there!" Christopher threatened, sounding like he was still trying to barge in there, and Rory could see Logan's face turned white for a moment.

"I'm so sorry… he's drunk," Rory explained.

Thankfully Lorelai somehow managed to block the door and lead Christopher out of the adjacent room - "Get out!" they heard Lorelai yell.

But that fight didn't end there and the two who were hastily getting back in their suits, could hear maybe two thirds of it. The phrases "pawing my daughter", Luke's voice saying "There's a guy in there with Rory?" and both of them threatening to "Kill him!" were heard. This did not sound good.

Somehow Lorelai managed her way back into the room with no further interference from the father figures in Rory's life.

"I think you guys better use the back way out of here..," Lorelai suggested, stepping back in, looking relieved to see the two neatly dressed by now, but there was no hiding their faces looked flushed, Rory's hair and make up was all over the place.

"The back way?" Rory hesitated, seeing just two doors. Her face was all flushed.

"The back of the closet," Lorelai said like it was obvious, having told Rory before that it was not her first time there. "The bride's escape route," she explained briefly, urging them to go with a hand gesture.

Rory and Logan didn't wait around and followed her instructions. There was indeed a narrow doorway in the back of the closet leading to a service hallway. Hand in hand the two made it down that narrow hallway and out the door. It was chilly outside, and neither had their coats. But they did have Logan's car keys, so they rushed towards the BMW in the parking lot in front of them.

"Oh my god…," Rory exhaled, closing the car door behind her. Her inner muscles all ached from the recent release, her underwear felt like it was soaking through as they spoke and she felt a strange rush of adrenaline.

"Wow…," Logan reflected, but didn't sound too panicky.

"Should I go back in there? How can I face them like this?" Rory fretted, realizing that grandma had wanted a picture.

"Honestly… my first instinct would be to bolt," Logan admitted the seriousness of the interaction beginning to form into laughter. In part a nervous reaction, in part the same rush of adrenaline she felt.

"What?" Rory chuckled along, his laughter being contagious.

"Is that like the wildest, riskiest sex you've ever had?! It sure was mine!" Logan replied, laughingly, and laid a celebratory kiss on her lips.

"It sure was!" Rory laughed. What else was there to do? It couldn't be undone, and neither would've wanted to undo the sex part. It had been pretty wild.

"So just text them you are not feeling well. I'll do the same. God, I feel like you're my 99," Logan said, and kissed her with passion again, his hand going around the back of her hair.

Rory couldn't help but to smile and lacking a better plan, she nodded, deciding to laugh the moment off.

After brief texts to anyone relevant, including a brief apology to Lorelai which probably didn't suffice anyways, Logan pulled out of the parking lot with his tires screeching, the two high on adrenaline. Rory realized there was going to be a serious talk with her mother coming, which she did not look forward to having, but right now - all she wanted to was be with Logan. She was pretty sure she'd want to have him all over again once they got to somewhere private if this high didn't wear off.

AN: while a few years ahead of time - I feel like Rihanna's Shut Up And Drive is fitting as the end soundtrack here.