Chapter 35

Rory had dozed off on her bed, halfway through Dave Eggers' memoir - not that it was boring - she just felt exhausted from her day, last night's sleep having not been the most quality one, when suddenly she heard a knock on her window.

She should've guessed - really. Behind the blinds-covered window she recognized the shape of Logan. She had calmed down a little, the sleep having helped, but she was still disappointed in him.

But she wasn't going to give him silent treatment either - that rarely worked, besides it felt too childish. And in a way she actually respected him for showing up like this - surely he must realize that he couldn't just waltz in there and sweep her off her feet this time.

Rory pulled up the blinds and opened the window.

"Hey," Logan said, peeking in.

"Hey," Rory replied, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Can I?" Logan asked gesturing towards the room.

"Fine…," Rory replied, somewhat reluctantly. But she wasn't going to keep him outside like a stray either.

"Huh. That move always seems cool in the movies," Logan commented lightly, adding, "I saw Paris' light still on…," Logan explained his unusual mean of entry.

"I think you maneuver your way through a window quite gracefully. I assume you've had practice," Rory commented, trying to stay neutral, but her arms remained still crossed on her chest and there was definitely some thornyness in her comment.

"No, first time," Logan admitted, inching closer to her, almost placing one of his hand on her waist. The draw was magnetic.

"Logan, no… I'm still mad at you!" Rory pulled away.

"I'm sorry?" Logan said, genuinely apologizing not acting like he didn't hear her, but still being at least a little surprised by her reaction.

"Yeah, you say it like it's just some catch phrase. Do you even realize what you're apologizing for?" Rory asked, keeping a good few feet distance from him.

"I'm sorry your friend got to see the worst of Colin and Finn? I'm sorry he's not able to deal with his inferiority complex when all I tried to do was treat him to a good time?" Logan suggested, half seriously.

"Logan…," Rory said, sternly and skeptically, and that seemed to wake Logan up.

"The guy obviously still likes you or he wouldn't have offered for you to crash with him. And I'm sorry if I can't help thinking that he might have tried something...That he might still think of trying something," Logan explained more truthfully.

"Yeah, so you invite him out, embarrass him, talk down to him… that wasn't fair, Logan! I really didn't like the Logan I saw tonight," Rory huffed.

"Yeah, well… I don't exactly have experience with this side of things. I can't be here all the time to ward off guys I don't know…not all the guys around campus are nice and I don't know… not all take 'no' for an answer. So I worry… What if he jammed your lock on purpose, just so he could get a chance to invite you up or something," Logan explained his concerns.

"Marty is not like that…," Rory replied.

"Yeah, all the proof that I have is your word. I just don't trust him," Logan admitted.

"So you do admit it, you did this whole thing on purpose?" Rory asked.

Logan sighed. "Yes, I invited him out on purpose. I wanted to see who this guy was - whether he was… what do they say - a threat? I didn't mean for Colin to say the things he did, if he took my generosity in a bad way, I'm not sure all of that is entirely my fault. He could've said 'no' from the get go," Logan explained.

Rory shook her head.

"I am sorry I did, clearly I shouldn't have," Logan said.

"I don't need you protecting me from Marty…," Rory replied, still shaking her head unsure if Logan genuinely hadn't meant it. There was perhaps a small chance that it had just come so naturally to him he hadn't thought about it as strategically as Rory might have imagined in her head. And he was right - he didn't have experience with relationships, and in that context knowing it was all jealousy - it was kind of an attractive feature even. 'Kind of' being the tentative key phrase.

"But I feel like I do…," Logan replied, getting that sweetest look on his face, the one that was almost humble, and it melted Rory's heart a little.

"I do have a will in all of this," Rory began to say as she slowly inched closer to him. "I have a brain and a heart… I love this one guy who's most of the time the perfect gentleman but makes mistakes sometimes…"

Rory's hands rested on his chest now, almost feeling the beat of his heart.

"I am sorry I came off like that… I just can't stand the thought of some other guy with you or near you when I know he's interested in you," Logan explained, placing his hands cautiously on her hips.

"You just have to trust me," Rory hummed, standing up on her toes a little to have her lips brush against his. Logan smiled through their kiss, stretching out his neck while her back arched beautifully at his intensity. There was no replacing this - just a guy would never do, this chemistry was impossible to replicate.

"I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone.., it's the others I don't trust, you're irresistible," Logan murmured, milliseconds before his lips touched her neck.

Rory didn't argue at that… her insides already feeling hollow and… her core, already hungry for him, couldn't really deny that his jealousy, the protectiveness of it all, was pretty sexy. Sure, she'd had Dean and Jess fight for her before, but that hadn't done anything to her - she'd just thought of it as stupid. But this… in its mildness - so what if in some theory Logan handled things better or go and apologize to Marty - she wasn't going to insist on it, fearing that actually facing Logan would be worse for Marty. He was better just left to be.

Without bothering to go back to close the blinds - it was already pretty late with hardly anyone walking around campus, besides - it was not like they'd cared much before - Rory decisively led Logan back towards her bed, a very clear intent in mind. They were bold, having experimented in a number of place by now.

The way his hands pulled her into him, made her knees weak - almost as if his grasp lifted her off the ground, and that jacket and sweater of his felt so redundant right then. Rory pushed the jacket off of him, letting it drop to the floor with a thump - all she could think about was getting to feel his hot skin, his flesh, against her naked body.

From the moment her delicate hands slipped underneath his sweater, urging him to remove it and he willingly obliged, there was no doubt to where it was headed, his touch - that couldn't regain contact with her as soon as it was off hurrying back to hold her again, melting down her earlier resistance.

Her pajamas left her body pretty soon as well, not needing to be given too much attention to. The need was just that great - the open mouthed kiss barely breaking for brief moments in between.

There was urgency in their touch, and as soon as Logan's hand had reached down between her legs to pleasure her, realizing she really didn't need much of a warm up at all - he smiled smugly at her and thrust his member right into her, causing her to gasp. Logan was more known for his endless teasing, but it wouldn't have been the first they were that desparate for a fuck. Her legs went around his hips wrapping together by her ankles. She was more than happy with Logan's determinedness to fuck her, even with that posessiveness in his eyes.

His teeth grazed her nipples between his deep, determined but not too hurried thrusts, and Rory's head was already pushed back - too far gone for kissing. He certainly knew how to hit just the spot. Her core clenched around his member, sending jolts of electricity through her every cell.

"Ah…," Rory let out, realizing a second too late how loud that had been, and looking up at Logan she could just observe his even bigger smirk. They'd be lucky if Paris had her headphones on or was asleep already.

He had a bit to go it seemed, but Rory had grown to recognize when he was enjoying the ride as it is, the possibility of her hitting her climax another time, being the ultimate high for him. Logan didn't hold back, hitting her cervix time after time, harder and harder, and it almost felt like he was doing it to prove a point of somesort. She was definitely going to be sore tomorrow - Rory thought, but yet another approaching climax forced her eyes to roll over and just take it.

"I'm so close," Rory gasped, "I'm yours, keep going," she urged, realizing Logan had genuinely felt threatened - it was the stupidest thing - but if she could stroke his ego in some way, assuring him he didn't need to do stupid stunts like he'd pulled.

"Oh, yes, you are..," Logan grunted, continuing the almost animalistic pounding.

Her guttural cries carried over the room as she came again, her nails digging into his back, causing him grimace from the mixture of pain and pleasure. It took him two more thrusts to explode within her, the clenching of her core pushing him over the edge.

His cool lips came down to meet hers again, kissing languidly and delicately until the high faded.