Chapter 15

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, music, or movies mentioned.

AN: Finally posting! There will be a follow up chapter to this one very soon, I promise. I'm officially on summer break now which means lots of writing and lots of new chapters. I've pretty much planned out this whole story, so everything will be flowing smoothly from here on out and hopefully there will be weekly updates. Enjoy!

Elle had been asleep for only a couple hours when she was woken by an incessant ringing next to her. Determined to ignore it, she rolled over, taking the pillow with her to cover her ears. It worked, well it worked for a minute. Then the ringing started again.

She groped around for it and answered the wretched thing with a bitter, "What?!"

"Elle?" She heard her mother's voice come through the phone and cringed at how she had answered.

"Mom, hey," she said.

"Are you still in bed?" Lorelai asked.

"Yeah, I am. Why?" Elle asked.

"Well, it's 8:00 in the morning, I figured you and Rory would at least be out of bed," she said.

"Well, I'm exhausted. We were out late and I need more sleep, do you need something?"

"Just put Rory on," Lorelai said. "I needed to talk to her but she's not answering her phone."

Yeah, she's probably too busy doing her boyfriend. "Um… she's not here so that would be pretty hard."

"Where is she?" Lorelai asked, concerned.

"Don't worry, she's fine. She's just not here," Elle said.

"Ok, so she's out getting coffee? She can call me in five minutes," she asked.

"No… she's not getting coffee. And I don't when she'll be back," Elle said.

"Elle, where is your sister," she said.

"She's…" Elle sighed. "She's at Logan's." Lorelai was silent for almost a minute before finally answering.

"Meaning she went over there an hour ago to have breakfast?" Lorelai asked.

"Meaning she went home with him last night and stayed there," Elle admitted. She knew that no good would come of lying to her mother. Of course, if it was Chris who had asked she would have lied through her teeth, but Lorelai was more understanding.

"She's sleeping with him?" Lorelai asked, anger in her voice. Elle sighed again and sat up in the bed.

"Look mom, I don't think they're 'sleeping together'. I mean yes, they share a bed, but they aren't… having sex. Logan cares about her, a lot and he wouldn't do anything she isn't ready for, and I don't think she's ready," Elle said.

"Ok, I'll take your word for it," Lorelai said, but the tone of her voice told Elle that she wasn't going to let this go.

"Look I'll tell her you called, but I really do need more sleep," Elle said.

"Fine, fine," Lorelai said.

"Bye mom, love you," Elle said, stifling a yawn.

"Love you too kid," she said. When Elle heard the dial one she closed her phone and tossed it back on the night stand. Sinking back into the pillows, she fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

Rory had been asleep for only a couple hours when she was woken by a kiss on her forehead and the feeling of the bed moving slightly. She turned over, hoping to feel Logan next to her, only to find the right side of the bed empty and the sound of the door closing.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up on her elbows, taking a look around the room. It was covered in hers and Logan's clothes, which had landed where they threw them in their haste to reach the bed. Well, the desk, the chair, the wall, and then the bed. She smiled at the thought of their night as she tossed the covers off and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

Quickly, she reached for the shirt she had peeled off her boyfriend last night, the black T-shirt falling to mid-thigh, then grabbed lace panties from her duffle bag and slipped those on too. She then preceded to check her appearance in the mirror, stopping only to fluff her curls before heading out to the common room. She found Colin and Finn lounging on the couch in front of the Tv, coffee on the table and sunglasses over Finn's eyes. Assuming Steph was still asleep in Colin's room she moved into the kitchen.

"Morning boys," she said, pouring coffee in her mug. All that came from Finn was a loud groan as he slipped further down on the couch.

"What's wrong with him?" Rory asked.

"A hangover and not much sleep," Colin said, glaring at her.

"What did I do?" she asked.

"Logan!" he practically shouted, prompting another groan from Finn.

"Well gee, I'm sorry," she laughed. "You and Steph are the same way.

"Yeah, well not last night," he grumbled.

"Aw, what happened? Couldn't get it up?" she asked condescendingly.

"No!" he shouted again as Finn moaned once again.

"So, what?" she asked.

"She was exhausted, fell asleep as soon as we got back," Colin said.

"And she's still sleeping?" Rory asked.

"Nah, she went back to her dorm to shower," he said.

"She can't shower here?"

"She could, but Logan was about to go so she went to her dorm. He offered to wait but she needed new clothes anyway," Colin said.

"Got it," she said, resting her elbows on the counter and sipping her coffee. "So, Logan's in the shower then?"

"That's what I said," Colin sighed.

"Sounds like you didn't get much sleep either grumpy," she teased.

"How could we?" Finn whined, then did the worst impression of a female voice she had ever heard. "It was all 'Logan more!', 'Logan harder', 'Oh God Logan!'."

Rory blushed, hiding behind her coffee mug as she took a sip, images of Logan's blonde hair between her legs running through her head.

"Or…" Colin started, prompting Finn to finish the sentence for him.

"'Oh Ace!', 'Fuck Rory', 'Come Ace, come!'" Finn said, imitating Logan's deeper voice. "I mean really?"

"Is this because you haven't had a date since Wednesday?" Rory asked, trying to get the conversation off her and Logan's sex-capades.

"No!" he pouted.

"Or because Logan's getting some and you're not?" she asked.

"No!" he insisted.

"Good, then I don't feel bad. Get some earplugs because there's a lot more where that came from," she said, placing her now empty mug in the sink. "You may even want to invest in some now as I am about to go join my hunky boyfriend in the shower."

"Ugh," Finn groaned, sliding down the couch once more.

"Bye, bye, boys," she sang, making her way to the bathroom door. She walked in and was met by the sound of running water. She could just imagine the hot water trickling down his even hotter torso, but right now she wanted to see it. Slipping off the underwear and removing his shirt, she grabbed herself a towel to leave on the counter and went toward the shower curtain. Pulling it back she bit her lip at the sight of her man, his eyes closed as he stood under the faucet and rinsed out his gorgeous hair.

Stepping in, Logan barely flinched when she cupped his face with her left hand. Instead he leaned into it and kissed her palm, then pulled her closer to him by her waist. She went willingly into his embrace, sliding her hands up his chest and shoulders to wrap around his neck. Holding her tight, he rested his head in the crook of her neck, letting the water spill over both of them. "Good morning beautiful," he hummed against her skin. "Sleep well?"

"Very well," she said, running her fingers through his wet hair. "At least until my boyfriend abandoned me and I lost my pillow.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," he said.

"Don't worry about it, this is nice too," she said, her other hand running up and down his back lightly. Dragging them over his side, she felt him flinch and chuckle into her hair. "Are you ticklish?"

"No," he denied, however was unable to keep from laughing when she did I again.

"You are," she laughed. "Oh my god you're too cute."

"Come on," he whined, looking down at her. "Everyone is ticklish."

"But not the great, Logan 'sex machine' Huntzberger," she said.

"Who calls me that?" he asked incredulously.

"You aren't the ticklish type," she said.

"I need you to tell me who calls me that," he said, looking at her seriously.

"I don't know, I just heard it. That is not the point. The point is that you are ticklish," she said, tickling his side yet again. He held back the laugh she was waiting for and instead gabbed her wrists, held them above her head, and backed her against the wall. "Sex machine," she giggled.

Grinning, he shook his head and lowered his lips down to hers in a forceful, passion filled kiss that she wasn't quite expecting. The kisses continued down her neck until he reached her breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked on it hard, pulling his lips off only to reattach them and suck hard again. Rory's eyes fluttered closed under his ministrations, her panting inaudible over the shower running. "Hmm," she practically purred as Logan moved his attention to her other nipple and repeated his actions.

His hold on her hands above her head was too tight for her to move them, which was kind of hot no matter how bad she wanted to touch him. Cleary, he had decided to make this about her, however that's how things usually went and she wanted to switch it up. She had done things for him before but knowing how shy and relatively inexperienced she was, he didn't pressure her into anything and generally took care of her first.

She wiggled her wrists free, Logan letting them go in order to cup her face and kiss her. Rory however let her hands travel south to his abs which she stopped to appreciate for a moment. She loved how hard they felt under her touch and against her body, especially wet from the shower. Continuing her trail, she ran the back of her hand over his hips and down to stroke his now erect cock.

Logan gasped into her mouth and stepped closer to her, if that was possible, so that he could feel her whole body against hers, only her hands between them. She swallowed his groans with her kisses, running her tongue over his bottom lip and then nipping at it.

"Oh, fuck Rory," his head dropped to her shoulder as she cupped his balls and massaged them as best she could with one hand. Finding this a little difficult, she went ahead and brought her other hand from where it rested flat against his abs to grip the base of his erection. It pulsed in her hand as she stroked him and pumped her fist up and down his length. Once she was satisfied that he was hard enough, she began trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, continuing to his pecks and abs.

Upon reaching his hips and that sexy V just above his dick, she knelt in front of him and gripped his ass to bring him closer. His groans got louder as her lips got closer to his hard member. Pressing his hands to the wall for balance, his head hung down to watch every move she made.

Holding him in her hand, she kissed the tip and licked off the drops of precum and swallowed before licking him from the base and back up to the tip. Taking just the tip between her lips, she released him with a pop and then ran her tongue back along his full length. "Playful this morning, are we?" he asked.

"Maybe," she said, looking up at him through her eyelashes and biting her lip. Damn his girl was sexy as hell. He wasn't going to last very long without her mouth on him and unfortunately for him she knew it just as much as he did. So instead of giving him what he wanted she stood up and kissed him. She kissed his lips, his cheek, his neck, and up to his ear where she nipped at him lightly.

"How bad do you want it?" she asked. She was feeling playful, wasn't she? He couldn't help but hold her hips to his while she in front of him.

"You know how bad I want it Rory," he said. "I always want you."

"You know what I want?" she breathed softly.

"What?" he asked curiously.

"I want you to fuck my mouth," she whispered.

"Oh Jesus, Ace," he groaned, turning his head to crash his lips into hers. Pushing her back into the shower wall, he almost got completely carried away with the kiss. Rory ran her hands through his hair roughly and then slid down his body, back to his cock, kneeling in front of him yet again. Getting a good grip on his ass with one hand and a grip on his dick with the other, she finally took him into her mouth.

She had only done this once before and to say he had loved it would be an understatement. But this time she wanted him to be rougher, and damn he would be. "Fuck," he practically shouted when she started sucking him. Burying his hands in her hair he held on as he thrusted his hips forward and his erection deeper into her mouth.

"Hmmm," she hummed at his actions, just as turned on as he was and knowing what kind of affect her voice would have on Logan right now. Sure enough, he groaned louder and his hold on her hair tightened. She told him what she wanted, and boy did he deliver. He thrusted into her mouth at a pace that kept them both satisfied. He had the control and she wanted to give him the same pleasure she had been enjoying at his mouth.

Using her mouth and tongue together, she brought him closer and closer to his orgasm. Since he was so… well, big, she couldn't fit all of him in her mouth. Using her hand to make up the difference seemed to be working for him, but she made sure to flick her tongue out every once in a while, to reach the base that her whole mouth couldn't get to. His heavy panting and moaning let her know how much he was enjoying this.

Logan loved this, he loved how much she loved this, and he loved watching her as she took his dick in her mouth over and over. He thrusted into her mouth once more, deeper this time, so much so that he thought she might gag and he was rather surprised that she didn't. He was apprehensive about being this rough with her but now that he knew how much she had wanted this too, he had no qualms with fucking her mouth as she requested.

He knew he was close to his orgasm and as much as he wanted to come in her mouth, he had done that once before and now he had a much better, much hotter idea in mind. So, when he knew he just couldn't take anymore before he burst, he pulled himself out of her mouth and let her jerk him just once more with her hand. Before he knew it, he hit his orgasm, and a blinding one at that. His eyes shut tight and his head fell back so unfortunately, he didn't get to watch as his come went all over his girlfriend's breasts.

Rory got to watch it though, and fuck was it hot. She hadn't been sure why he pulled out of her mouth at the last second but now she understood his intentions. She sat back, her hands still resting on his thighs as he kept his balance against the wall. He looked down and his eyes met hers only for him to hold out his hands to her and pull her up to him.

"You got me a little dirty," she said, smirking at him.

"Did I?" he teased, pulling her body flush against his with one hand and making her laugh by actually rubbing the come over her boobs.

"And your favorite toys too," she laughed. "How could you?"

"Well, I don't know what I was thinking. But now I guess I should clean up my toys huh?" he asked.

"It seems so," she said.

"Mhm. But, first," he started, then took his index finger and ran it between the valley of her breasts. Bringing his finger to her lips, she knew what he wanted and opened her mouth slightly for him. Much like she had done with his dick, she took his finger in her mouth and sucked his come off. "Fuck."

"Mm, yummy," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "Now what do you say you clean up your mess?"

"Gladly," he smirked, reaching behind her for the body wash she had left in his shower. Pouring the Vanilla soap in his hand, he lathered it up and then took his time covering her breasts in the suds and rinsing them off afterward. Now that they were clean he was free to play with them again and play with them he did.

Once they were both clean and done fooling around, well for now anyway, Logan grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, so he could wrap Rory in hers and hold her snug to him. He rested his cheek on her wet hair as her head was on his chest.

"Colin and Finn think we make too much noise," she sighed.

"Yeah, I know, did you hear Finn's impressions?" he laughed.

"Oh yes," she said.

"I think he got you spot on," he teased.

"What?" she asked incredulously. "He did not. I do not sound like that."

"Oh please, you do to," he said. "'Logan more!', 'Logan harder', 'Oh God Logan!' All common phrases."

"Oh yeah? Well what about you? Mr. High and Mighty," Rory said.

"What about me?" he asked.

"Um," she scoffed. "'Oh Ace!', 'Fuck Rory', 'Come Ace, come!'. All very common phrases."

"Smart ass," he said.

"Jack ass," she replied.

"Sexy ass," he said, making her blush, rather unprepared for the comment. He laughed when he noticed and kissed her forehead.

"That's not fair, you're supposed to insult me when we do this," she mumbled into his chest.

"It's not my fault your ass is so sexy," he defended. Placing a feather light kiss on his chest, she then lifted her head to kiss his lips softly.

"Mm, well look who's talking," she said, sliding her hands from his back to his ass. He cupped her face to deepen the kiss before they were interrupted by a loud bang on the door. Rory dropped her forehead to Logan's chest as he released her lips and sighed loudly.

"What?!" he shouted.

"I have to pee!" Finn's high-pitched whining came from the other side of the door.

"Oh my God," Logan said, rolling his eyes. "Hold on!"

"I hate him sometimes," Rory sighed.

"Don't worry about it," he said, leaning down to kiss her. "I'll take care of you in a minute."

"Mm," she moaned into his lips before he let her slip out of his embrace. They both left the shower and once Rory adjusted her towel, tightening it, they walked out together. Logan would have preferred to get her clothes, so she could change in the bathroom, not wanting anyone to see her in her towel except him. Unfortunately, the pain in the ass Australian waiting outside the door had forced them out sooner.

They headed out with Logan close behind her and he pushed her towards his bedroom. "Nice legs Hayden," Finn called.

"Piss off," Logan barked, shutting the door with a bang.

"One day they will say something, and I think you're going to hit them," Rory laughed.

"That day is getting closer and closer," Logan said. "But you do have nice legs."

"Do I?" she teased, wrapping one around his calf.

"Absolutely," he said, running his hand up from her knee to her hip.

"Hm, maybe I'll have to wear the dress I brought," she said.

"Oh really? And what's so great about that dress?" he asked, his voice lowering.

"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" she said, biting his bottom lip and then stepping away from him.

"Little minx," he muttered, moving to his dresser for his clothes while she went to her bag on the desk. No matter how many weekends he offered her a drawer to put her stuff away in, or even space in the closet, she insisted on just using her duffle bag. At least she was sleeping her now and not at Elle's.

"I heard that," she sang.

"Good," he smirked.

He took out boxers, jeans, and a red sweater, only to have the boxers swiped from him by his girlfriend along with a white T-shirt, granted he did get a kiss for them. She headed back to the bathroom to dry her hair and do her makeup. Grabbing new boxers, he quickly got dressed and after styling his towel dried hair, walked out into the common room where Colin and Finn still had their asses parked on the couch.

"You two are productive," Logan laughed.

"Well, no classes and it's too early for the pub," Finn said.

"If you get ready you could come with me and Rory," he said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

"Where are you going?" Colin asked.

"Just breakfast, from there the costume shop for our outfits next week," he said.

"Your Ace is partying with us?" Finn asked.

"She is," he said. "She'd be here anyway."

"Yeah I'll come with you," Colin said, standing up. "I'll call Steph too, she still needs a costume."

"What are you two going as?" Logan asked.

"Wilma and Fred Flintstone," he sighed. "Steph's idea. What about you and Rory?"

"Superman and Lois Lane," Logan told him, taking a sip of his water.

"Nice," Finn said, nodding. "She'll look great, but do we really have to look at you in tights?"

"You so much as glance at her and I will smack you," Logan said.

"Don't test him," Colin said as he walked into the bedroom. "When are we leaving?"

"As soon as Rory's ready, maybe 20 minutes now," he said.

"Sounds good." With that he shut the door to get ready to go.

"What are you doing for Halloween?" Logan asked, sitting down in Colin's previous spot on the couch.

"Not sure yet, maybe I should come check out costumes too," Finn said. "I want something exotic."

"Of course you do," Logan laughed.

"I mean I want to stand out," Finn said.

"You always stand out," Logan said.

"Yes, but on Halloween I really need to stand out," Finn said.

"Like what?" Logan sighed.

"I have to figure that out," Finn said. "Should I go flashy or feathers?"

"Are you sure you're not gay?"

"I love red heads and boobs too much," Finn said. "What about a magician?"

"Um, that sounds… interesting," Logan said, drinking more of his water.

"Yeah I know, not my best idea but I'll come up with something," Finn said, folding his hand behind his head as he thought about it. "Maybe I'll go as a drag queen."

Logan just about spit his water all over the coffee table at that. Choking, he set the bottle down and turned toward Finn with his eyes wide. "I am not going anywhere with you dressed as a drag queen Finn!"

But it's Halloween!" he pouted.

"NO!"

"Come on," he begged.

"Absolutely not Finn," Logan repeated.

"I'll never ask for anything ever again," he promised.

"Ooohhh I would take that deal," Steph said as she walked through the front door.

"He wants to dress up as a drag queen for Halloween," Logan explained.

"Yikes," she cringed.

"Exactly," Logan said.

"Ok Finn, Colin said we're going costume shopping and now you need to come too," she said.

"Fine," he groaned, getting up and walking to his bedroom. "Maybe I'll be a drag queen next year."

"Thank you!" Logan said as Finn closed his door.

"Crisis averted," she sang, making her way to the couch. "OK now we have to talk."

"Uh oh," he sighed. "About what?"

"About you and Rory," she said softly.

"What about us?" he asked.

"Nothing specific," she shrugged. "I just want to know how things are going."

"I think they're going very well," he said.

"So you're happy?" she asked.

"Very, very happy," he promised.

"And you're treating her well?"

"I think so," he said. "Why are you asking me all this?"

"I just want to make sure you guys are happy. I know you're out of your comfort zone with the relationship and she's out of her comfort zone with the sex, so if you need any advice or someone to talk to, because Colin and Finn are no help with this, then I'm here and I want you to know that," she said.

"Well thank you, but the relationship thing isn't as hard as I thought. I would do anything for Rory and I love that she's my girlfriend," he said. "And the sex thing isn't as big of a problem as you think. I would never push her into anything Steph."

"I know that," she insisted. "But I know she has no experience and you have more than anyone needs in a lifetime."

"Fair point," he laughed. "But everything is going really well."

"And meet the parents? I heard that was interesting," she said.

"Yeah…," he sighed. "Interesting is a good word for it."

"I'm sure they'll come around, don't worry about it," she said.

"It wasn't just that. I mean I get why her dad wouldn't like me, but there's clearly a lot of problems with her parents, her dad in particular. She can't stand Chris and her mom is always comparing her to Elle. I just don't like it."

"Yeah she told me a little about it, but I didn't know how bad it was," Steph said.

"I mean it's not unbearable," he said. "But Steph I'm falling in love with her and I hate seeing her hurting like she was that night. I held her for over an hour before she fell asleep."

"Your falling in love with her?" Steph asked, eyes wide.

"That's all you got from that?" he asked.

"Logan this is huge!" she squealed, reaching over to hug him. He hugged her back, letting her have her freak out moment, he had it himself last week. "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks Steph," he chuckled.

"Seriously," she said, pulling back to look at him. "I mean you haven't been serious about anyone since-."

"Don't say it," he interrupted.

"Sorry," she said. "Have you told her about that?"

"Not yet," he said.

"Are you going to?" she asked.

"Eventually," he said. "She should know everything, no matter how embarrassing the whole thing is."

"Logan, it's not embarrassing," she sighed. "She hurt you and you shouldn't feel bad about it. That was her fault."

"I fell for it Steph. That was my fault," Logan said, shaking his head.

"We all fell for it," she insisted.

"You didn't," he said. "You told me from day one that you didn't trust her and what did I do Steph? I chose her. I chose a lie over my best friend."

"It was not your fault. She was a bitch and now you have Rory and she is amazing!"

"I know she is," he said, smiling slightly.

"So forget that bitchy freak," she laughed.

"Already forgotten, trust me," he said.

"I have to pee again!" Finn burst out of his bedroom and made a B-line for the bathroom and started banging on the door.

"Oh my God!" Rory groaned, opening the door. "How small is your bladder?!"

"Just let me in!" he said. She moved so he could walk in and left him to do his business. Walking over to Logan, she gave him a quick kiss.

"I'll be ready in a minute," she said.

"That's fine," he said, kissing her again. "We're still waiting on Colin and Finn anyway. They're going to come look at costumes too."

"Me too," Steph said.

"Oh great! What are you and Colin doing?"

"Flintstones," she said.

"Oh I bet he loves that," Rory laughed.

"He didn't have much say," Steph said.

"I got two options," Logan said.

"Consider yourself lucky," Steph told him.

"See how wonderful I am?" Rory teased him.

"I know how wonderful you are," he laughed before eyes her up and down. "Especially in my clothes."

"Your clothes or your boxers?" she asked, biting down on her lip.

"No, do not have that conversation with me in the room," Steph said, stopping them.

"Fine, fine," Rory said, raising her hands in surrender. "I'm going to get dressed."

"In the dress?" Logan asked, smirking.

"Yes, in the dress," she said, leaning down to kiss him one more time before walking into his bedroom.

"Bitchy freak who?" he asked Steph as the door closed behind Rory.

"Good," she laughed. "So what's up with the dress?"

"I don't know," he said. "I haven't seen it yet, but she says I'll love it."

"Then I'm betting you'll love it," she said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. "Especially if it's the one I think it is."

"Which one do you think it is?" he asked, curiously as he got up to follow her.

"I'm not saying anything about," she said.

"Come on Steph," he begged.

"You'll see it in a few seconds," she said. "It'll just ruin it."

"Fine," he sighed. "At least tell me what color it is?"

"Red and black," she said. "She got it when we went shopping for her birthday."

"When did you go shopping for her birthday?" he asked.

"The day after you kissed her sister," Steph said, giving him a look.

"Ok, I was drunk, we were not together, and Elle kissed me, I did not reciprocate!" he defended.

"I know, Rory told me what happened," she laughed.

"That whole thing was ridiculous, and I do not want to relive a second of it," he said.

"I can imagine," she said. Logan walked around the counter to throw his water bottle away under the sink and looked up to find Rory walking out of his room.

"Fuck," he swore.

"Told you," Steph smirked.

"You weren't kidding," he muttered.

"Have fun," she said. "I'm going to go get Colin." She walked into the bedroom, leaving Rory and Logan alone in the common room.

"I mean… fuck Ace," he said.

"I knew it," she laughed, walking over to him and resting her hands on his biceps. He ran his hands down her body, stopping at her hips. The dress was in fact red and black, with a plaid pattern. It had a plunging V-neck with crisscrossed straps over the opening. The sleeves were cuffed and rolled up, the end of the dress hitting the top of her black thigh high, high-heeled boots. She looked sexy as hell and he loved it. (Cover Photo. I love this dress! If you can't see the cover photo let me know in a review and I might make a Pinterest page or something so everyone can see the outfits.)

"I don't know how I feel about you going out in public in this though," he said.

"You'll have to deal with it," she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth before kissing him fully. He cupped her face and pulled her body flush against his chest. Running his hand into her hair, he deepened the kiss, taking the control she had by starting it. He turned them around and backed her into the wall behind them. When Rory tried to move her hands down his body he entwined their fingers and held their hands together above her head on the wall. Pushing his body further against hers, elicited a moan from Rory as she could feel every inch of him.

She took her left leg and hooked it around his to pull him even closer, which wasn't possible at that point. "We still have to go to-." She didn't even get to finish talking before he smashed his lips into hers again. Gasping when he bit down on her lip, her grip on his hands tightened, needing to hold onto something. "Breakfast," she sighed when his attention moved from her lips to her neck and collarbone.

"We'll see," he said, his voice muffled by her skin.

"We have to go," she giggled, feeling his lips on the side of her left boob.

"If I can get my mouth on your breast while your clothes are on, we have a problem," he growled.

"Mm, no," she said. "You have a problem."

"But if I have a problem, we have a problem," he said.

"I don't think that's how it works," she laughed. He looked up at her and she took the chance to kiss him softly. "Can I have my hands back?"

"Only if we don't have to go to breakfast," he said.

"Not going to happen," she said, kissing him again. "Sorry hun."

"Then enjoy that dress while you can," he said, kissing her neck and then nipping at her ear. "Because I'll be ripping it off you as soon as we get back."

"I'm holding you to that," she said breathily.

"Alright, come on," he said, bring her hands down and pulling her away from the wall. This time he backed her to the breakfast bar and lifted her onto the stool. Her legs went around his waist and her arms on his shoulders, basically just like every time she sat somewhere with him in front of her.

"What's with you and holding my arms over my head," she asked, teasingly.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "I don't really plan things like that."

"Well, I like it," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead.

"Are you done making out?" Steph called from inside the bedroom.

"Yes," Rory laughed.

"Great, we can go eat now," she said, walking out with Colin.

"Finn is still in the bathroom," Logan said.

"Ugh, probably working on his hair," Steph said rolling her eyes.

"Hey! I resent that," he yelled at her.

"We're leaving with or without you," she said, grabbing her jacket and purse.

"I got to get down," Rory said.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, backing up and pulling her with him. He got both their jackets and Rory's purse from the hooks by the door and helped her into hers. Grabbing his wallet and keys, they both followed Steph and Colin out the door with Finn running after them, frantically trying to get his coat on.

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