A/N: And here we are again! The next installment of But Only For You. This was one chapter that took a long time to write. A month to be exact. I wasn't sure how I was going to write it. It was a wedding, for crying out loud! When you've never been married and have only been to weddings, it's a little difficult to try and capture the emotions of the bride and groom. I hope I portrayed them well enough to be just slightly believable. Also, I've never had to write wedding vows, so those may suck as well. I tried to focus more on the feelings in this and not so much on the humour, so that's why there's not too many funny moments. I did put a few bits and bobs in there that'll hopefully make some people laugh.

There's a lot of music in this, as can be expected from a wedding, and I'll talk more about that in the second authors note if you want to read additional facts regarding why I chose specific songs and bands.

The chapter is also incredibly long. Nearly nine thousand words. Sorry if you don't like reading too many words. You can just skip around if you want.

I want to thank every single person that's read this story. I don't care if you don't review or anything, just the fact that you've taken time out of your precious lives to read a story I wrote creates this whirlwind of emotions in my mind. So yes, thank you all. Without you, this would be nothing.

One more thing before I say that I own nothing here, I have debated whether or not the next chapter should be the last. It'll involve Rory and Logan away on their honeymoon, but I've been having conflicting thoughts on whether it should be the epilogue or just another chapter. My brain has come up with another idea for an epilogue, but it's completely up to all of you!if you would rather there be one final chapter or two more. Tell me, please! I'm horrible at making decisions.

Without further adieu, here it is. Please, above all else, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the music spoken about or used in this story. That includes The Dave Matthews Band, Michael Jackson, Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, Jack's Mannequin, Hellogoodbye, The All-American Rejects, and Frightened Rabbit. I also own nothing concerning either book version or movie version of Romancing the Stone. Invisible Monsters is Chuck Palahnuik's alone. Gilmore Girls is not my property and neither are its characters. Woo, that was long!


The Way Her Tears Taste

Things have changed for me

And that's okay, I feel the same

I'm on my way, and I say

Things have changed for me

And that's okay.

Her hand absently snaked up her neck and touched the small trinket wrapped around her throat.

She stood with her wedding party surrounding her on all sides, chatting with each other before the time came to walk her down the aisle. Nerves were jumping around inside of her like frightened rabbits and she tried desperately to calm her breathing down. They were both ready for this, there's no doubt.

"She gave that to me the day you were born," Lorelai said as she stepped away from Luke and Christopher. She reached an arm across Rory's shoulder and pulled her into a side hug. Rory eyed her mother curiously as the elder woman tried to stop the tears that were steadily escaping from her icy blue eyes. "She wore it when she married Grandpa, you know?" Rory shook her head in response as she more consciously toyed with the necklace.

"I miss her, mom," Rory croaked. She coughed away the lump in her throat, squeezing her eyes shut when the pain shot through her. "She should be here with us, celebrating."

Lorelai held onto her daughter tightly, stroking her arm gently with the tips of her fingers. The Gilmore girls stood like that for a while, watching silently as the world before them transformed and unraveled. Music could be heard from outside Luke's diner from the ceremony. It washed over the mother/daughter pair in their melancholy state and made them heave with emotion.

Their sadness leaked out of their pores until Luke creeped up behind them. "You guys don't look happy."

Rory and her mother jumped dramatically, simultaneously clutching their chests and smacking Luke's arm.

"Okay, ow," Luke said, rubbing the hidden red marks behind his clothes.

"We're fine. Just missing Emily," Lorelai moved to her husband's aide, kissing his scruffy cheek.

Rory watched the intimate exchange of love unfolding before her. These people had danced around each other for years until finally giving in to the built up flirtation. It took them forever to decide that they were meant for each other, but Rory knew that they felt it long before they told everyone else.

The young woman couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right thing. It moved so quickly from the moment Logan walked into the bookstore. Was it doomed to end like before? Was he destined to always love her more than she loved him?

She was staring out the diners windows at nothing, worrying as she felt her heart dropping further into her stomach. This was cold feet, Rory knew it. Although her body was far from cold. No, heat entwined its way through her veins and held her captive until something moved before her eyes.

She blinked away the fog that had appeared from her staring contest with the glass, but she wasn't seeing things. Logan's body was, in fact, in front of the diner. Rory frowned in confusion, watching his finger move to his mouth in a "shh" motion.

He just stood there, watching her; she just stood there, watching him.

They shouldn't be doing it. They were getting married in less than fifteen minutes. But it was almost as if a magnetic pull was bringing them together.

Without thinking, she stepped closer to the window. Her hand went up and touched the glass. It was cold beneath her touch, but she couldn't feel the cooled surface pinch her skin.

Okay, yeah, she was making the right decision. There was no doubt about it. They were Rory and Logan. They were…well, they were everything. Love and loss, death and life, heartbreak and romance.

Minutes, hours maybe, passed with them just staring at each other. Music, different from the rest, started up. As if it were calling him, he disappeared with a curt nod in her direction, the only thing left of him being the smirk dancing on his lips.

Did she imagine that? Was it God telling her, once again, how right they were for each other?

"Rory, darling, it's time!" Lorelai shrieked.

Her heart thudded against her ribs. She was choking on her nerves. She could have sworn she had fifteen minutes. Where had those fifteen minutes gone?

"Rory, come on, you've been staring at that window for ten minutes! It's wedding time!" Oh, that's where they went.

Rory turned around carefully, moving her dress along with her. The little heels in her shoes clipped against the floor as she made her way to Lorelai, Luke, and Christopher.

"Okay, before anything happens, I would like to say some words," Christopher's voice piped up and everyone turned to face Rory's father. He gulped, not prepared for the overwhelming amount of stares. Rory tugged on his arm, waiting for him to continue. "My daughter is getting married in less than five minutes. I'm going to have to walk her down the aisle and say goodbye to her.

"It's no lie that I was a big fan of Logan. It took time for me to warm up to him, but I think that maybe when you broke up with him, I missed him more than you."

Everyone giggled and Rory rested her head against Christopher's shoulder, closing her eyes and feeling the words vibrate through him. "He's a good man, Rory. You made the right choice. And I'm not saying that just because I know where he's taking you on your honeymoon," he paused, lifting Rory's head with his gentle fingertips and grasping her attention. "No, I'm saying that because when he looks at you, it's the same way Luke looks at your mother. Like there's no one else in the room. Like his heart beats only because yours does. And most importantly, like he can and will love you forever. You're entering a scary world right now, Rory. The world of shared bank accounts and shared last names, but whenever anyone looks at you two, they know that right in front of them is that strange little thing called love. True, honest, hardworking love that no one can dream of taking away. To the happy couple!" He shouted in an end to his speech, bringing his hands together in a clap.

Everyone joined in, excluding Rory whose hands were occupied wiping away the tears. Christopher wrapped Rory in a tight hug, whispering 'I love you' a few times before kissing her temple and letting her escape into the grasp of another friend.

When the women had finally stopped crying, it was time to leave. Rory's body buzzed. It buzzed with excitement, nerves, and wonder.

Everything was new. She was to walk out of this experience a changed woman, a breath of fresh air to the world. Her head filled with snapshots of the past ten years. Meeting Logan, following him around during the Life and Death Brigade gathering, months of flirting, finally kissing him, finally getting him, losing him . . . finding him.

"GiGi, get over here!" Christopher called to his other daughter. He grabbed her by the waist and began whispering things in her ear. The little girl giggled in Rory's direction and Rory was overwhelmed with an image of when she was a flower girl for a wedding when she was roughly the same age. Lorelai had pulled her aside and told her, much the same way Christopher was doing with GiGi, what she was to do. Walk down the aisle with flower petals, throw them to the right and then the left, go find me afterwards.

In the blink of an eye, GiGi went away, probably to procure the wonderful and exciting basket of petals.

Rory was frozen in place, just watching everyone else prepare themselves. Some smoothed their hands down their clothes, other fiddled with their hair, and a few stared at themselves in various objects in Luke's diner, fixing whatever problem they had physically.

A ring was heard above all the ruckus. Whipping her head around, Rory saw GiGi escape out the door and follow the white pathway of silk to the rows of chairs.

Breath caught in Rory's throat as she saw her bridesmaids, flowers in tight grasps, line up in front of the diner door. They all breathed in synchronisation, lifting their heads and shaking out their hair.

Paris was in front, followed by Lane, Honor, Suki, and Kathy. Her mother stood in the back, but her eyes were trained on her shaking daughter.

Lorelai mouthed something to her. She did it over and over again until Rory caught wind of what she was saying: "You are ready."

And she was ready, she was ready and had been for what felt like years.

Christopher and Luke were suddenly by her sides and she felt them each take one of her arms in theirs. They both looked at her oddly.

"What?" She asked frowning. Their eyes smiled and she couldn't help the girlish giggle that breathlessly escaped her lungs.

"Oh, because you can't have a bouquet, your mother wanted us to put this in your hair," Luke said while simultaneously, and singlehandedly, pulling something out of a box on the countertop. He allowed his bulky fingers to delicately pick it up and it was revealed to be a shiny black comb with a pink flower on one of its corners.

"This was also Emily's. I know it's not blue or white, but we couldn't exactly change the colour of it," Christopher said as he took ahold of the object and began to slide it in his daughter's hair.

Rory silently squeezed their arms. "I love you both," she said quietly. The men either side of her laughed and looked at each other, not minding in the least that they were sharing her on this momentous occasion.

It was all together, finally. There were no more loose ends.

Rory, almost impatiently, well, very impatiently, dragged her two fathers behind Lorelai. The older woman swiveled her head around to stare at the threesome and smiled a glorious and proud smile.

"Well don't you guys look handsome. Remember to actually let her go when you get to Logan. This ain't a game of tug-of-war between the two fathers of this wonderful girl," she waggled her bouquet in front of Christopher and Luke. They looked rather scared. Rory just laughed at her mother.

"Hey mom," Rory called, itching for more moments alone with her mother. Lorelai looked at Rory, a caring smile on her lips.

"What is it darling?" She asked patiently.

"Who's playing the piano?" Rory questioned turning her head towards the door. Music flowed through gloriously, the piano keys being pressed down by someone who clearly knew what they were doing. The thing is, Rory didn't remember asking for a pianist.

"Well, would you believe it's Kirk." Rory gasped at her mother's words. "I know, I know. He insisted, so we thought we'd let him."

"But," Rory spluttered ungracefully, "he's good." She coughed out surprised.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Lorelai giggled. "He started up to get chicks a few years ago."

"What?" Rory asked just as the jingle of the doorbell filled the near-silent room and Paris was seen stepping out into the wild unknown. Rory's heart sped up dramatically. It thumped against her rips and she felt Christopher and Luke pull her forward.

Lorelai looked back as they continued walking, obviously wanting to finish the conversation. "Yeah, the weird thing," she said quietly, nearly tripping on Kathy's dress trying to crane her neck, "is it actually works." Lorelai turned back around, slight disgust and full bewilderment in her tone.

Rory flinched away the horrible images that bombarded her mind. "Gee, thanks mom," she whisper shouted. "My last conversation as a free woman and it ends with that horrid picture!"

"You're the one that asked me," Lorelai said as a final remark before stepping outside the diner behind everyone else.

"Ready kid?" Luke and Christopher asked at the same time. She could've laughed if she weren't so freakishly nervous. She felt like her stomach was trying to eat its way up her throat.

Instead of saying anything, she shakily nodded her head and braced herself for the next few bound-to-be wobbly steps.

Rory tried to clear her mind of any bad thoughts as the springtime air hit her skin in a wave. Think of Logan, she thought to herself, but that only made her want to vomit more so she scrapped that and attempted to rid all things from her overactive head.

It didn't work too well, especially when the scenery changed before them into the wonderfully setup town square. She shook almost violently in the grip of Christopher and Luke and she could feel their elbows tighten around her arms to help calm her.

Kirk switched up the music as soon as Paris stepped on the hidden cobblestone pathway. Despite Rory's humming mind, she could still catch the elaborated and heavy tune. The End of All Things, she thought with a smile.

Everyone had stopped moving in front of her and each of her bridesmaids waited a few seconds before continuing on to the gazebo. Rory saw their heads, each glowing a different colour, as they descended the walkway. The swing in their step made Rory smile even wider. This may be her day, but at least she was sharing it with people she loved. She could only imagine what would have happened had Logan allowed his parents to plan this thing.

Without even blinking, Rory realised she was the last woman standing. Lorelai had taken off, looking over her shoulder only once before shaking her little body down to the others on the right side of the gazebo.

Rory knew she could do it. Her heart and her mind and her everything was telling her so, but it didn't stop her feet from staying firmly planted in the cobblestone.

"It's our time to go, Rory," Luke whispered calmly. And, with the birds singing in the trees, the warm sun beating delicately down, and the soft sound of Panic! at the Disco's piano-themed song tumbling over her, Lorelai Leigh "Rory" Gilmore took the first steps towards her new life with confidence, surety, and exhilaration.

She only tripped once.

O-O-O

His hands were warm she noticed idly as Archie Skinner went on and on about being gathered here today. Her boy was staring at her guiltlessly, a gentle and completely baffled smile on his face. Like he couldn't believe he was here.

Rory sank into his heated gaze and would've been swallowed up by the ground had Reverend Skinner not interrupted their private world by announcing that Rory and Logan had chosen to write their own vows.

She looked around and saw Jess smiling at her approvingly as if he was just telling her now, after months of her and Logan being together, that he was a-okay with Rory marrying him. She fought against the urge to stick out her tongue.

It'd taken her a little while to write the words. She went through countless amounts of paper and even scribbled all through the book Mrs. Huntzberger had given her as an engagement gift. It wasn't until Lorelai sat Rory down to tell her that, yes it's scary having to write all your feelings onto a piece of paper, but remember that this guy knows you better than anyone and will understand how much you love him if you use only the smallest words.

She had gotten to work right away after that and finished in less than two hours. Her hand ached and her tears fell, but she had them done. And she thought they were pretty kick ass. Must remember, Rory thought as Logan looked at her dreamily, to not say kick ass in front of everybody.

"Logan, you may go first," said the Reverend. Logan's hands shook a little in Rory's, but he smiled all the same. She knew, though, that she was the only one who caught his sharp intake of breath.

No turning back now, Huntzberger, she thought, lifting an eyebrow and waiting. Her ribs were being beat upon incessantly, but no one else needed to know that.

"Are you ready, Logan?" Archie asked. Logan didn't look at him, he just continued to dizzily stare at Rory.

He nodded finally and opened his mouth. "Rory," he began without a trace of hesitation, "Ace," he corrected. Rory giggled and wished she had a hand free to cover her mouth. His grin widened as he picked up again, "When I met you, I was immediately infatuated. At least I thought it was infatuation. There was definitely something different about you. You challenged me, made me work hard for your affection. Nothing seemed to work on you, you constantly rebuffed me and it confused me greatly. How could Logan Huntzberger not get the girl?

"And then I realised what it was about you that constantly drew my thoughts away from anything and everything. You, for some unknown reason, were making me fall for you. I didn't like it at first, I was stupidly angry at you for doing such a thing to me, for making me become something I was so adamant to run away from. But it's true, you called me away from my bachelor ways and made me want to be different, made me want to try with you. Of course, I smoothly made it seem like your idea at the time, but looking back I was just waiting for you to tell me you were fed up with the way we were handling our relationship so I could jump in and ask you to be my girlfriend. I would've been devastated had you said no." He took a breath and squeezed Rory's hands, sliding his thumbs against the backs of her hand, almost making Rory forget that they weren't alone in the slightest.

"Now here we stand, in the place that raised you, surrounded by people who I don't even know but who I do know care more about us than I ever could have thought strangers were capable of. We definitely have had our ups and downs. Seven years apart and stuff like that, but those things aren't our focus today. Our focus this day is love, our love. And it's true, you are the first and only girl I have ever truly loved. Letting you go was the hardest thing I never actually managed to do, I selfishly held on to you for however many minutes we weren't physically a part of each others lives. Finding you again, being able to love you again, well, it made me whole. It squashed the years of hurt and pain down the drain and filled me with such security and hope that I wanted to explode with adoration for you, for our relationship. You have constantly been changing me, Ace, making me do weird things, like proposing and things like that. Because before you, marriage was just a slip of paper and a ring to me, but then you came along and suddenly I could imagine myself watching you walk down the aisle to greet me. Much like you just did. And now I'm crying," he said, releasing Rory's right hand and reaching up to wipe his eye. Rory beat him to it, though, swiping underneath his eye and caressing his cheek with the liquid for a moment before allowing him to continue.

"Ace, I promise to love you forever. Don't listen to Frightened Rabbit when they say my promise is flawed, because it's not. You make my heart race constantly: The simple thought of you hurts my ribs with its continuous pounding. I couldn't imagine a life without you from the moment I met you and now I truly will never ever let you go. Never. I will care for you until the end of time, I will be in love with you until my heart beats no more and still afterwards. It'll be difficult sometimes, yeah, but forever, Rory, is our thing and I don't ever plan on forgetting that."

Rory's breath swooshed out of her lungs and for a moment she was surprised she hadn't passed out listening to Logan because she hadn't breathed in the slightest since he began talking. He was done, she knew, but she didn't know what to say next. She wasn't even sure she could remember her vows. They suddenly seemed too plain and insignificant next to his. Plus, he wrote her that horribly romantic note about her eyes.

God, Logan, always stealing the show. Rory thought as she tried to recall what she had written down.

"Well," Skinner's voice cracked at the word and the couple in front of him stared, seeing a small tear trickle down his face. He wiped it away quick, coughing gently into his hands and looking up at the congregation. "That was beautiful, I think we can all agree." There were whoops of encouragement and Rory couldn't help but laugh ungracefully out loud.

"Okay, Rory," Reverend Skinner said, nodding his head in her direction, giving her permission to speak.

Right, go, Rory!

She twisted her head to the audience. Everyone was looking at her. Carefully, she turned back to Logan. His eyes, those golden-y hazel things so jam packed full of love and adoration, gave her the push she needed to remember her words.

"Logan Huntzberger," she began, smiling sideways at him. "I don't know how I'll top you, but I guess that's not really what I'm trying to do, is it? I'm trying to tell you how much I love you and how hard we're going to work to make this thing last forever and a day. Let me start with a quote from Chuck Palahnuik. Mr. Palahnuik wrote in his novel Invisible Monsters, 'Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.' What I gather from that is people shape each other constantly, influencing everyday aspects of everyday lives and then delving deeper by modifying the heart and personality. That sounds overly complicated, but what it means is every single day I surround myself with you, you're changing me, transforming me. Palahnuik implied that it's not always for the better, but Logan, you are always going to be changing me for the better. I am a better person with you.

"It took me a long time to figure out what to write here and it reminded me of when you went off to England. 'Say hi to William and Harry for me' I said. You stared at me desperately, begging me with your eyes to make you stay, and whispered painfully that you loved me. So I'm not going to delve into philosophy here, we have an entire lifetime of anniversaries and parties for that, I'm just going to tell you right now that I love you. I love you, and I will always love you. Forever, as you said, is our thing. We're Rory and Logan. Or Rogan as Paris once called us, but we're to never speak of that again."

Rory took a deep breath and braved herself for the cheesiness of her final words. "Now, Master and Commander," she breathed out. "Tell me that wasn't fun."

O-O-O

He had kissed her like he had the first time, with an air of uncertainty surrounding his warm lips. Like he didn't know how to kiss someone who everyone was calling his wife. She didn't mind, though. It was official, written on legal-binding paper. They were a married couple. She was Rory Huntzberger-Gilmore now and forever. The thought made her heart leap into her throat.

"You ready to present yourself as one half of a married couple, Ace?" Logan's voice startled Rory out of her daydream and she blinked repeatedly before nodding her head. His smile refused to leave his beautiful face.

"Is it time to dance already?" She questioned, staring at the tawny eyes in front of her.

He chuckled and placed his forehead on hers, their noses touching ever so slightly. Rory wanted to forego dancing and jump right into the sack with Logan, but she stood up when he pulled all the same.

Rory groaned as they tiptoed across the diner floor to reach the square where music pumped through speakers, the crowd awaiting the couple.

"Is the ring supposed to be this uncomfortable?" He asked, twisting it around with his thumb and pinky.

Rory bit back a laugh and tried to think about when he had first slipped on her engagement ring.

"Yeah, pretty much. You get used to it, though," she assured him.

Logan's hand felt good in hers and she bit back a sigh when he squeezed it as they approached people. Logan tapped Christopher on the shoulder to announce their presence and he stumbled over to the microphone.

"Ladies and gentleman, for the first time ever as man and wife, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Logan Huntzberger!" He lifted his empty champagne glass and Rory understood where the unsteady footsteps came from. Everyone joined in his cheer, clapping hands to their forearms and raising their flutes.

Rory's cheeks flared with a blush for unknown reasons as she found herself walking with Logan, their hands clasped together, to the dance floor.

He stopped them in the middle of the square that had been put out for the dance and grabbed her back with one hand and continued holding onto her hand with the other.

His head moved towards her and she felt his hot breath sliver down her spine like a snake and pool deep within her belly as he whispered in her ear, "Ready to hear what I picked for our first song?"

Rory shook away the unclean thoughts that coiled around her mind and nodded her head lightly, feeling Logan's hair move against her temple.

In the silence that followed waiting for the music to start up, they became the only people on earth. The wind picked up around them, swirling Rory's dress around the smooth floor and ruffling Logan's incredibly loose curls.

They were perfection in its glory, two missing puzzle pieces the world needed.

And then the soft sounds of music drifted through the speakers. Rory closed her eyes momentarily until a voice started up,

"Wanna pack your bags, something small. Take what you need and we disappear. Without a trace, we'll be gone, gone. The moon and the stars will follow the car. And then when we get to the ocean, we're gonna take a boat to the end of the world. All the way to the end of the world.

Oh, and when the kids are old enough, we're gonna teach them to fly.

You and me together, we could do anything…baby. You and me together, yes, yes. You and me together, we could do anything…baby. You and me together, yes, yes."

"You and Me," Rory breathed into Logan's ear. She delighted in the shiver her voice sent through his body. He began swaying with her then, tightly holding to her back and moving her around the floor, the click of her heels drowning behind the smooth voice of Dave Matthews.

"Your vows," he said suddenly, his voice hitching a bit at the last word. Rory disconnected their heads and stared at him quizzically, enticing him to continue. He just stared blankly at her.

"What about them?" She asked carefully, slowly, waiting for something, anything to come out of his mouth. Did he like them? Hate them? Was it too short? His were long. Very long. It's possible he wasn't pleased with her words.

He blinked like he had been somewhere else for a moment. Looking at her once more, he smirked casually. "Master and Commander. I didn't think I'd ever get you to call me that," Rory laughed and placed her head on his shoulder out of relief. "Well," he continued thoughtfully, "outside of that one time in the bedroom not too long ago."

Rory's face blew up with a red heat, her thoughts going back to that moment of pure bliss where, in the midst of passion, her tongue twisted and uttered those words. She thought he hadn't heard.

"Oh yeah," his face was full of smugness as if he could read her thoughts. "I heard it. Loud and clear." He dipped his head back and whispered to the sky, "Oh, god, Master and Commander!"

He winced when Rory's hand released his shoulder and tapped the side of his head. Her cheeks dusted deep scarlet and she saw that he wasn't smiling at her, but rather smiling to himself.

"You're an ass," she whispered through his suit. He scraped his fingertips against the skin of her neck erotically.

"And don't you just love it," he murmured against her hair.

"Yeah, yeah," she lifted her head and felt a warmth spread through her when Logan placed a light kiss to her forehead.

"I loved them, by the way," Logan mumbled stoically. "Your vows."

"Yours were okay too," Rory replied sarcastically.

"Mm, but I seriously loved yours. You love me, don't you?" He asked. It was a real question, too. His voice lifted like he half knew and half didn't. He sounded desperate.

The song was coming to an end and he held tight to Rory, his breathing shallow. He needed an answer but Rory was too baffled by his question to answer.

Finally, just as the song was about to end, she came up with a reply. "Yes, Logan. I love you. And I have for God knows how long and I will for God knows how long. You and me, Logan. Always."

Someone cleared their throat behind the pair, "Can I steal this dance?" Mitchum Huntzberger's voice creeped through the beginning of the next song.

Rory turned toward him and let go of her husband to face her new father-in-law. Her husband! Mitchum looked older, as can be expected when nearly ten years had passed. His crows feet spread down his cheeks and he seemed to be one of those men who just didn't have smile wrinkles cornering his mouth.

"O-of course," Rory stuttered stepping to the older man.

"I'm gonna go find Lorelai," Logan said quietly, grabbing Rory's face in his hands and kissing her rather spontaneously.

The girl's lips were released and she fumbled to find anything to say other than a squeaky "Oh!"

Mitchum grabbed Rory's waist, keeping his hold light against the fabric of her dress. Rory placed both of her hands cautiously on his shoulders being careful not to accidentally dig her nails into his fine suit coat.

"Lovely ceremony," Mitchum said as "I For You" by The All-American Rejects started up. Goosebumps shadowed down her arms at the sound of his dark voice.

"Was it?" She asked incredulously, tilting her head slightly to the right.

He captured her gaze and Rory couldn't help but see the physical similarities between this man and Logan. If you stripped away the years from his skin and his bones, Rory believed he would look just like the man who was currently swinging Lorelai round the floor. There was an underlying handsomeness to his face, something that caught Rory off guard.

"Mm, indeed," he concurred with a small bow of his head.

There was no more speaking for a little while, the chorus rushing about the pair in its beauty.

"He loves you," Mr. Huntzberger said and Rory almost asked him to repeat it, but he continued before she could open her mouth. "It's true, for a long time I thought you were just some project Logan would soon get bored of, but when you broke his heart I saw how much he cared. And then when he quit his job to become a teacher I recognised the spark in you that he found so intriguing had transferred to him. You changed him like you said he changed you." Mitchum may have spit the word teacher like it was poison on his tongue, but the rest sounded sincere. Although he was a living breathing journalist, so what did she know?

"Thank you, Mr. Huntzberger," Rory's quiet voice hung in the spring air as the song ended, swallowing the connection between father-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"Right, well, I must find my wife and give her a few swings on the floor," Mitchum said, releasing Rory's waist and stepping away from her. He nodded his head as if to say "Yes, that was all true."

Logan walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She could see him out of the corner of her eye as he approached and feigned surprise when his touch reached her, but the warm tingling sensation from his fingertip felt real enough.

"What did he say?" Logan asked, his lips in a hard line.

Rory slid her hand against his cheek, dusting her thumb across his cheekbone. "That he was proud of you." She said, sure of herself. He may not have used so many words, but she could hear the call in his breath.

"Rory Gilmore!" An Australian accent slammed into Rory as a wibbly wobbly Finn approached with Collin not too far behind.

"It's Huntzberger-Gilmore to you, thank you very much," Rory said, a gallant glint to her voice.

Finn came up to her and suddenly her feet were no longer on the ground.

Rory gulped loudly and stared after Logan longingly as she was being pulled away just as "The Way You Make Me Feel" choked through the speakers.

"You put this on there, Logan! This is your fault! You know Finn can't resist Michael!" Rory called from her place in front of a drunken Finn. He laughed at her and swung towards her, grabbing her hands tightly and shimmying her along to the chilling music.

"I love you honey!" Was all the response she got.

After just staring at the Aussie for a few seconds, she decided she might as well join in with his ludicrous dancing. Before long, most people had made there way to the floor and were twirling obscurely along with Finn and the bride.

Rory forgot for a moment that her grandparents weren't here. Or that maybe Mitchum Huntzberger wouldn't be much a part of her and Logan's lives. She erased any images of kissing Dean, of him breaking her heart. She thought only of how elated she was at this moment, how genuinely happy she was.

All because of Logan Huntzberger.

O-O-O

"You know, I think I've danced with just about every single person here. Women included," Rory said as she swayed along to "Baby It's Fact" by Hellogoodbye with Logan gripping her waist. It felt right for him to holding her like this, like he was hers.

It was true, though. She had danced with just about everybody, from Jess to Lorelai, Zach to Michele, both her fathers, Suki to Kirk. It was the last one that weirded her out the most. But damn, he played piano just too well for his own good.

She must admit that dancing with the women had been nice, save for the beginning when she didn't know who was to be the man, but once everyone got sorted out, it was fun to be swung around the dance floor by a woman.

"It's almost over. Two more songs after this," he assured her looking down at her overtired feet. "Those heels do look very nice on you, though. It'll be sad to see them never get used again."

"Yeah, well, you married the woman who hates high heels, so that one's on you buddy," she sighed sinking her fingers into his hair.

"Don't do that," he mumbled. Rory immediately pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," she said quickly.

Logan laughed, a throaty and sincere noise. "No, I meant, well, I meant…" he trailed off into nothingness.

"What?" Rory asked curiously.

"It's kind of, you know-" he broke, a blush spreading across his soft cheeks.

"No, I don't. Come, come Logan. What's the matter with me running my thin fingers through your luscious locks?" Rory asked slyly, her breath ghosting over Logan's ear.

"It kind of turns me on. And we don't have time for a boner right now."

Rory stopped moving only to be jerked around a bit when Logan moved to the side. "Your ability to speak about sex so casually disturbs me."

"You're the one who married a former sex crazed genius. Don't blame me for that," Logan mimicked, poking her nose.

They sucked in a breath simultaneously.

"We're married," said Rory, almost baffled at the thought, the absurd idea.

Logan smoothed a circle around Rory's side and she mock-whined as a ripple of want spread through her entire body. She looked up to see Logan's wide grin of pleasure and accomplishment. "Do you remember," he began as the song changed to something from Jack's Mannequin, "when we went to the Connecticut River after we told Mitchum and my mother about the engagement?" He asked looking down at Rory. She nodded her head in confirmation, urging him to go on. "Right, well they had been getting at us all day about planning and I had just told them that I wanted them to do nothing about it. We would be planning it, just you and me. It got us both worked up pretty good so we went to the river to relax. We sat down at around 5:00 in the evening on one of the benches that overlooks the water, letting the sun soak through our skin. The scent of crisp winter floated through our nostrils. That was when I knew "You and Me" would be our first song." He admitted finally, brushing his lips atop her head.

He had paused so much during the story that when he had finished, the final song had come on. Rory could tell what it was from the minute the "La do da da's" started up.

Logan pulled her off the floor and for a moment Rory was confused until the entire wedding party, elderly included, stepped onto the dance floor. They all appeared jumbled, but something told Rory this was an organised chaos.

She looked at Logan and saw the twinkle of deceit in his eyes.

"You got a flashmob for me?" She asked, kinking an eyebrow and crossing her arms, not bothering to watch the people jiggle in synch.

"I made you a flashmob," he corrected cockily, rubbing his hands together as if he had just pulled off the greatest plan in history.

Clapping began in the crowd and they all jumped along to the unavoidably catchy beat.

When Rome's in ruins, we are the lions, free of the coliseum.

In poisoned places, we are anti venom,

we're the beginning of the end…

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes.

We are wild, Americana exotica, do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby, yeah!

Rory couldn't help but dance with Logan even if no one else would consider what they were doing dancing. It was really just them throwing their limbs out like hooligans. But it was them, they were just a bunch of hooligans.

Oh, come on, make it easy! Say I never mattered, run it up the flagpole.

We will teach you...how to make boys next door out of assholes.

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes.

We are wild, Americana exotica, do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby, yeah!

The party all moved along to Fall Out Boy's dance number, sweating and beating the ground with their feet like they all had some personal vendetta against it. They released all their pent up anger and frustration at the world, letting the songs lyrics and powerful rhythm wash their cares away.

Rory held onto Logan whose face was more smile than anything as he waltzed with her. Their bodies were electric and each touch, each new press of a finger, a forehead, lips, sent a new shockwave down the fine hairs of their backs. Sweat lingered everywhere, but they smelled so sweet.

The song died out eventually and the people stopped dancing, but no one stopped laughing. No one stopped their fit of friendliness to feed an old war.

When the mass of people stopped thrumming with energy and painful puffs of breath, Lorelai coughed into a microphone beside Rory and Logan. The loud feedback squealed in everyone's ears and they all took a moment to glare at Lorelai before she began to speak.

"I was asked to do this at the end and I believe that now, since we've all eaten and danced our asses off-" she cupped her hand over her mouth and swore again only no one could quite catch the word. "Whoa, sorry there. To all the kids in here, do not repeat what Ms. Lorelai just said." Everyone but the children laughed.

Logan held tight to Rory's side and she had to tell her breath to calm down, knowing it wasn't just the dancing that had her worked up.

She hadn't had sex in God knows how long.

Four weeks, three days, fifteen hours, and 34 minutes.

She wanted it now. It didn't help that Logan was teasingly nipping at her hip every now and again. She stared at him accusingly, but he just kept on smirking.

The young bride tried to stop thinking about Logan's warm body all over hers in an effort to actually hear her mother's speech.

"Well, as I was saying, it's the end. And I'm going to keep this long and sweet. Like, disgustingly sweet. Honey, call the ambulance because I'm going into a diabetic coma kind of sweet. No offense to you, Mr. Jules," she said pointing a finger to the newest town diabetic. He tipped his top hat and flashed a smile. "Ahem, well, for those of you who don't know - I'm looking at Logan's guests by the way, well, excluding Collin and Finn, yeah, I remember that first meeting - I am Rory's mother and also her matron of honour. Why I'm not her maid of honour, I don't know…" Lorelai trailed off and Rory tugged on her mother's arm.

"Matron of honour because you're married, smarty pants," Rory hissed softly.

"Oh, well, my daughter has corrected me. I'm married therefore I am matron. Oh, I get it now!" Lorelai exclaimed. Rory swung her head low but couldn't fight the smile that threatened to split her face. "Ehem, I fear I've gotten far off the beaten track here. Let me get my thoughts together."

Lorelai paused momentarily and very dramatically threw the back of her free hand against her forehead and bent backwards every so slightly as if she were seconds away from either being swept off her feet or passing out.

A feeling of purity resonated in Rory's chest and she clung tight to the man by her side, wishing they could be alone for just one moment, but also not wanting to leave this place behind. She had missed Stars Hollow badly while she'd been away.

Something nudged against her ear and she felt a slight nip at her cartilage.

"Ow," she hissed, but even she couldn't get rid of the arousal that stretched from the bite mark. She spied Logan, but his face was turned towards Lorelai who had finally gathered herself. Rory just barely caught sight of the pleased pull of his lips.

"Okay, I'm back. As I was saying, I'm Rory's mother. I can stand up here for hours and tell you embarrassing stories about her. Like the time she accidentally picked up the book version Romancing the Stone at age twelve not knowing the author had significantly eroticised it. She came running to me, telling me that this author was vulgar and obscene. Later that night I caught her reading it, so I guess it wasn't that bad." Lorelai winked at Rory and the bride felt a stone drop in her stomach.

"You're gonna set me on fire if you keep talking, mom! And I only kept reading because the love story was very captivating." Rory hollered animatedly, humiliation roping around her heart.

"Oh, I'm just teasing, babe. You're married now, there should be no secrets. I don't think Logan minds that you read erotic novels from time to time. Anyway! Embarrassing stories aside, mainly because I don't want my daughter to punch me on her wedding day, I want to talk about love. Yes, how surprising. A wedding toast with love as the main theme. But this is a story, a story of love. Much like the stories that 'captivated' my daughter as a child." Lorelai inhaled a sharp breath and whistled it out, preparing herself for her next words. Rory stood still, waiting.

"Rory's dated only four men in her life. Some may look at those numbers, well, number, and call her a prude, but I see someone who doesn't trust easily, who treasures her heart above most other things. I've never known what it was that caused her to be like that. Maybe it was me because I had such a bad experience as a teenager with love and loss or maybe she was just too darn wise. But whatever it was, she found it extremely difficult to fall for someone. Out of those four guys, I despised three of them. One was clearly gay, the other was considered a bad boy, and the last was a rich snob with no measurement of human emotion. Sorry, Logan, but that was kind of what you were when you met Rory.

"My daughter tried so hard to make me like you, but it took a long time for me to even begin to thaw the ice. And when she refused your proposal, all I felt toward you was pity. Pity that you had lost my daughter. And then her life fell apart, she slid down some mud slide like Michael Douglass and Kathleen Turner only she didn't have a handsome, strapping lad to hold on to her as she slipped.

"Then she phoned me one day sounding happy. Happy! I hadn't heard my daughter's happy voice in years, so many long years. She told me cautiously that Logan Huntzberger had reentered her life. That he had begun to steadily pick up the pieces of her torn mind. I knew that included mending the part of her that felt the loss of me. I had abandoned her and Logan was there sort of in my place, making her well. When I hung up the phone, uncertainty in my voice after telling her how pleased I was, something nagged at my heart. Something was telling me that I was actually pleased Logan had returned. He'd come back and started to repair her.

"That's when it hit me: I had never really disliked Logan. It was the money that I despised and the way he flaunted it in the beginning, but he quickly put it away once he and Rory became official. No, I didn't hate him at all. I thought back to all these different times Rory had either told me about or I had witnessed where Logan was her knight in shining armour. When Dean left you at the party, he was the one telling you it was all going to be okay, or whenever we had a blowout and Logan would kiss you and tell you to wait until morning to try and mend us. He convinced you to try new things, like jumping off a building and traveling and jealousy. It took me years, so many years, to figure out that it wasn't him who broke your heart when you were together, but rather it was when he was gone that tore you apart. And only when he returned did you begin to get better," Lorelai stopped speaking once more and turned to face the newly married couple. Rory's heart was beating a thousand times a second and her eyes were so swelled with tears she could barely see her glorious mother standing in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Logan, so so sorry that it took this long to realise that you are what makes my daughter better. You're her rock, an unmovable force that protects her day in and day out. And I could not be happier that you came back and that she finally gave you the answer we'd all been secretly wanting her to give."

Lorelai stepped forward and pulled Rory and Logan into a wide hug. The microphone brushed against Rory's dress and slight feedback sang through the speakers, but no one minded.

Tears shed for the unknownth time that day as a slight breeze washed through the town. Hands moved to rub away goosebumps and those who felt comfortable enough huddled together in a large mass.

But warmth surrounded the three people touching at the edge of the floor. Love squeezed them, coating them in a blanket of some undisclosed fabric.

"I love you, mom," Rory hummed into Lorelai's ear as she squeezed her mother tight while keeping a hand still wrapped around Logan.

"I know, sweetheart," Lorelai replied.

"Modesty suits you," Rory laughed out as they separated themselves, still oblivious to the dark hanging clouds that had spread along the sky and sun. The Gilmore girls and their blue eyes still shone with something unbreakable, as if there were a spotlight shining directly on them and excluding every one else.

"I'm gonna go talk to Jess about cleaning this stuff up. Looks like it might rain," Logan whispered, kissing the heads of both women before him.

Lorelai and Rory stood together, laughing and speaking about nothing in particular, reminiscing about the past and looking far into the future.

"Every mother says this on their daughter's wedding day, but you are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen. And I was pretty damn hot at my wedding," Lorelai said as she held onto her daughter, both of them watching the wedding collapse at the hands of those who put it together.

Rory thought it looked like Victor Frankenstein when he vowed revenge against his monster. Destroying your creation.

"I don't want it to be taken down," sadness wound around Rory's words and Lorelai rubbed vigorously at the girl's arm.

"It'll be here still, even if just in your mind," the wise woman tapped Rory's temple before giving it a long kiss.

Rory searched for a head of blonde in the heap of people and spotted him gathering flowers. He looked so handsome and peaceful, like he belonged here tearing apart flower arrangements. He was laughing with Jess about something that would always be unheard to Rory.

The day seemed to pass by like a blur, but she realised how tired she suddenly felt. Leaning against her mother and thinking mindlessly about all the places Logan could be taking her on their long awaited honeymoon, Rory absently watched her husband gather petals from a flower and blow them in her direction. He winked at her and immediately turned his attention back to Jess's moving mouth.

She was drowning in an ocean of him, but instead of thrashing around, desperate to escape, she was sinking into his crashing waves. She was losing all sense of that made up thing "control". All she could hear running through her mind was a repeated line. It went round and round her thoughts, slinking through her brain like string through swiss cheese. It knew what it was talking about too, that voice. The words, they were his from years ago, but only now did they seem more important than ever. Because if she really thought about it, Logan captured her with this exact formation of syllables and vowels currently looping in her ears.

They called to her now like a spell, drawing her away from where she was and enveloping her in memory:

A once in a lifetime experience! She had yelled, breath struggling to enter her lungs.

He had squeezed her hand tight and laughed.

She had never been sure if it was the jump or the illustrious sound of his chuckle that caused her stomach to flip, but he had replied with frightened courage and it made her ache with want. It made her yearn for his lips.

Only if you want it to be.

And she felt it as she stared at him now, Lorelai still yapping away. In Omnia Paratus. She was ready for anything.


A/N 2: Ahh! The cliched-ness of it all! Well, there you go. It was a wedding, I think. Written okay-like from someone who's only ever watched them. Okay, so music. I referenced Frightened Rabbit a little bit in here. During Logan's vows, he said "Don't listen to Frightened Rabbit when they say my promise is flawed," and that's an allusion to their song "Acts of Man" and the specific line I'm talking about is "Let's promise every girl we marry we'll always love them when we probably won't." They're Scottish and pretty damn good, check them out. The Jack's Mannequin song isn't named, but I imagine it being the Music Box version of "Swim", so if you want to, listen to it. Panic! at the Disco's song "The Calendar" inspired the title, of course. I'm running out of lines to steal from that song. Anything by The All-American Rejects is worth listening to in my opinion and "Baby It's Fact" just makes me want to melt because of how much it reminds me of summertime. Same with "That Green Gentleman" because I learned that song while on vacation in Islington. I was sitting by myself at this outside art exhibit thing by the canal and it just washed away any cares I previously had that day. If you wanna dance, listen to "Young Volcanoes". You don't have to like Fall Out Boy to love this song.

Again, if you want two more chapters, please let me know! and I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter. It was fun to write.

Yours sincerely,

(insert name here)

List of Music references in order:

"That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)" by Panic! at the Disco
"The End of All Things" by Panic! at the Disco
"Acts of Man" by Frightened Rabbit
"You and Me" by Dave Matthews Band
"I For You" by The All American Rejects
"The Way You Make Me Feel" by Michael Jackson
"Baby It's Fact" by Hellogoodbye
"Swim (Music Box)" by Jack's Mannequin, and
"Young Volcanoes" by Fall Out Boy