Rory and Logan took the elevator down to The Rose Club.  The bar overlooked the massive and incredible lobby of the hotel but had a cozy, relaxed design.  As they entered, they noticed all their friends were already there.

"Rory!  Where have you guys been?  Logan tie you up upstairs or something?  You two still making up for lost time?"  Rosemary asked laughing, obviously already half drunk.

"Is that any way for a blushing bride to talk?"  Logan asked kissing her quickly on the cheek.  "Rory, what can I get you?"

"A lemon martini!  I am the bride.  It's my drink.  We all drink lemon martinis tonight!"  Rosemary giggled as she sat back down next to Steph.

Steph laughed at her and said, "They aren't that bad.  After one or two or three, you kind of like them."

"One lemon martini, please,"  Rory said to Logan.  He nodded secretly hoping the men were drinking something else.

"So, are you nervous?"  Rory asked Rosemary.

"Not at all.  Maybe I should be, but I am too excited.  The rehearsal went great. And I got to see the room all set up tonight.  It is just perfect.  You cannot look out the windows without seeing the tree and all of Rockefeller Center.  It is like a Winter Wonderland!"  Rosemary gushed.

"I went with her.  It is amazing, just perfect,"  Juliet confirmed.  "Hey bride, we can have one more drink with Rory, then we have to get you to your suite.  You need sleep. And the hairdresser and makeup artist will be in bright and early to get you ready for pictures."

"She's so strict.  I am also not allowed to sleep with Ethan tonight, something about bad luck,"  Rosemary slurred.

Peggy came over with a lemon martini for Rory.  "Logan asked me to bring this over for you.  They had to take the groom out of the veranda for a cigar and a glass of whiskey.  You know...manly things," Peggy said. 

One more martini turned into two more rounds for all of them.  The girls talked for another two hours before Juliet dragged Rosemary away.  The party winded down quickly after the bride-to-be left.  Everyone started heading back to their rooms.

"Are we getting old?" Logan asked Rory when they were back in their room.  "It's not even midnight and we all walked away from a bar.  We all walked away on our feet too.  Some of us were staggering a bit, but still mobile."

"Not old, just more mature.  I don't think we will be in our rooms at midnight tomorrow night.  Rest up tonight, Old Man,"  Rory said.  "They were right though...those lemon martinis did taste better and better the more you drank."

Logan stepped towards her and nuzzled her neck, "You do smell like a lemon drop."  She started giggling and Logan knew she was tipsy.  "Oh that's funny, is it?  I can't resist lemon drops," he said as he nibbled on her ear.

Rory stopped giggling and wrapped her arms around his neck.  His arms went around her waist.  He lifted her and carried her to the bedroom.  He dropped her backwards on to the bed while falling forward himself, careful not to fall right on her.  Rory exploded in more giggles.  "Everything is funny tonight to you, isn't it?"  he said pulling her shirt off.  "Let's see what else makes you giggle."  He reached under her and unhooked her bra, then pulled it off and flung it over his shoulder.  Rory couldn't help it, she kept laughing.  "Keep it up, Chuckles..." Logan said.  Then his mouth clamped on her breast. His hand roughly massaged the other one.  Rory's giggles immediately stopped as she sucked in a deep breath.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Rory was very turned on and lost some of her inhibitions. She reached down and unbuttoned her own pants and tried desperately to wiggle out of them.

Logan noticed what she was attempting and said, "You want these off?"  She nodded.  He yanked her pants off.  He nuzzled her through her panties feeling the heat and moisture.  "What about these?"  She nodded again while fisting her hands in his hair.  He pulled them down just a little with his teeth.  Then he looked up at her and said, "Oh no.  I think you need to tell me exactly what you want."

"Logan!  You know what I want! Please,"  Rory said wriggling on the bed. "Take my panties off please."

Logan pulled her underwear off.  Then he waited for her to tell him more.  When she just looked at him shyly, he laid on his back on the bed.  He put his hands behind his head and smiled slyly at her, "I can wait."

Rory looked at him and his position and said bravely from the martinis, "Well, I can't."  She crawled over to him and laid her body over his.  She kissed him briefly while pressing her naked body into his.  Her hips began grinding into the erection she could already feel growing through his pants.  Logan gasped and pushed himself against her.  Then she got another burst of confidence from the alcohol and climbed up his body until she was straddling his face.

He looked up at her with amazement and groaned.  Then he grabbed her hips and brought her to him.  His tongue immediately went to work licking her.  She grasped the headboard and began to ride his face.  His hands moved to her butt, squeezing as he pulled her harder into his face.  Rory released the headboard and began running her hands over her stomach and breasts.  Logan watched from his viewpoint below her getting harder and harder.  He thought she looked like an exotic, sexy goddess.  He groaned again and circled her clit harder with his tongue. 

Logan watched Rory's body bow backwards as she squeezed her own breasts.  She orgasmed hard against his mouth.  When her body went limp, she slid back down his body and rested her forehead against his.  She kissed him and tasted herself on his mouth.

"That was so incredibly hot, such a turn on,"  Logan said reaching under her to undo his pants.  He lifted his hips slightly to slide them down a bit.  "I want you now.  I want to you to take me."

Rory didn't hesitate.  She lifted her hips enough to position him.  Then she lowered her body feeling him fill her.  Logan felt how wet she was from her excitement and his own mouth.  He raised his hips and thrust into her.  She braced her hands on his chest and met him thrust for thrust. 

"Oh god, Rory.  I need to feel you come again,"  he said as he raised his hands to her breasts.  He pinched a nipple hard with each hand.  Rory let out a little yelp, but he could feel her muscles contract around him.  Her orgasm brought on his own.  He let go of her nipples and grasped her hips again.  He pulled her down hard into his pelvis while grinding up into her. 

Minutes later, Rory lay collapsed on his chest.  Logan's hands were still lightly on her hips.  "I don't know what brought that on, but I am ordering you lemon martinis everywhere we go from now on,"  Logan said as Rory started giggling again.