AN: There's a ROGAN smut scene coming up in this chapter, but just fair warning that it's a little bit on the kinkier side I guess... so just be warned - skip it if you want.
I was almost going to post a huge chapter today. But I decided last minute that I wasn't completely happy with the second part of it yet. But expect a Finn-centered chapter tomorrow.
And I apologize in advance if there are typos or some small mistakes - I usually do one extra check after I post and then fix them on the go, but these few weeks are a little insane for me so I haven't always gotten around to it. I'm doing my best, but I don't feel like I want to slow down my pace either - I feel like I need to let the ideas flow out.
G's friend Phillipa lived in a 1940s art deco condominium on East 77th Street. It was fairly easy for G to follow the two senior girls she'd seen around school, and find the right apartment as they'd all been buzzed up and took the elevator up to the 9th floor. She took one last glance at the elevator mirror, checking her makeup and confirming to herself that her ass did look hot in those jeans, not minding if the two girls glanced at her with some judgement. But she didn't care.
Phillippa hugged her as she arrived, hugging her excitedly.
"I'm so glad you're here," Philippa said, jumping from one feet to another, having dressed up in a plaid red mini skirt and a tight black turtleneck. But most importantly she'd dyed her dark blonde hair blorange.
"Oh my god, your hair looks amazing," G complimented her, touching a strand of Philippa's chin length bob.
"Thank you," she replied gallantly. "You look hot," she praised in return. "Come one, let's get a drink. You can throw your coat in that room," she replied, gesturing towards the study off the foyer and G complied. "We have the terrace over here, but there we should keep our voices down a little so we don't get complaints. There are bedrooms upstairs and this is it… Oh, and that tall blonde over there is my sister Rosalie, and my brother should be showing up pretty soon too," Philippa explained, and continued to the kitchen counter that held a variety of drink choices. Both Philippa's brother and sister were in college already, but she liked having them around, adding a certain adult presence that Philippa prefered, enabling her to relax a little and focus on enjoying her party. G sometimes teased her for wanting to be all alternative and rebellious but not quite having the courage to go all out - but it was the friendly kind. After all they were both still searching for who they were.
The speaker blasted some smooth house party mix, some pop and electronic music, Little Dragon, Mylo and Hot Chip as a few examples. People were dressed up, and clearly enjoying their time, but it wasn't one of those parties that was likely to get messy and out of hand.
They walked towards the kitchen island and without asking Philippa poured G a shot of tequila. This early in the night there were still salt and lime wedges on a plate right there, enabling them to do the shot properly.
"Happy birthday," G said, before shooting the shot down. "Oh, and I've got you a present, here," she replied, after her the drink no longer burned in her throat, and pulled out a tiny dark blue cardboard box from her small cross-body bag.
"Thank you," Philippa replied, opened the box and found a leather bracelet. It was right her style, hence G could see it from her face that she loved it. Philippa wasn't her best friend as such, or maybe she was - it wasn't like her and Amelia had been years ago - they didn't share everything, sleep over or know each-other's inner most thoughts, but in a way she supposed that she was the best female friend that was actually her own age these days.
"What are you two trying to do - take down all the guys at this party?" Homura laughed, complimenting their appearance. He might have been gay, but he appreciated women going all out on their appearance - even if it was just the esthetics for him.
"Not all the guys," Mason chuckled at their own expense, and took a sip of the wine he was holding.
"I want to do a shot, who's with me?" Homura insisted, gesturing at the tequila.
Philippa poured all of them a shot, and the four threw them down just the same.
"Oh, I'm so going to regret this," Mason commented.
"Happy 18th, P," Homura added with a cheer. That was the thing - everyone in G's class was having their 18th birthdays this school year, but she had a few months until she'd turn 17. She didn't look it, especially not that evening, but more and more it was becoming something she just wanted to forget about.
"And there's my sweet brother who brought us more drinks," Philippa said with a cheer, as a tall dark guy approached them with a box-full of beverages, and few half empty liquor bottles, probably from his place.
"Hey," the guy mumbled in a low tone.
"His name is Brodie," Philippa introduced him, adding, "he's a little shy," laughingly. Brodie didn't really look shy - his body looked strong, and he was quite a bit taller than either G or Philippa, and if anything he had a bit of a resemblance to Shane Harper, and a slightly plain militaristic look, with his hair cut very short.
The party continued on to a few ice-breaker drinking games, some dancing, talking and more dancing. G was having a great time, especially enjoying the dancing as she hadn't done in a while. She swung her hips to the music, enjoying the vibe through her body. There were a few guys that edged close to her as she did, and while they seemed like decent guys, she didn't quite feel like going much further exploring those options than a casual flirt. What caught her attention though was Brodie, who was observing her from the back of the room, sipping on a beer.
She threw a few glances towards him, but went on dancing with her friends to MGMT's 'Time to Pretend'. The rebound she'd had in Stars Hollow had been a mistake, she'd done it for the wrong reasons, essentially just to numb the rejection she'd felt, but she was better now - she wanted to enjoy herself, and that meant physically. She didn't want the accompanying drama and she knew that if it had been any of the guys from her school, there was likely going to be some drama. Hence she kept an eye on Brodie the entire night, while appearing a little indifferent.
As at some point Philippa scattered to greet some new arrivals, and Homura and Mason went to grab some food, she wandered out to the terrace, having pulled her jacket over her shoulders, having set her eye on Brodie. She knew it was a little higher risk - technically she wasn't legal, but he didn't know that. She wanted clean stringless fun. But no reward without the risk, right? - She thought to herself. After all she had no intentions of telling anyone.
The November air was brisk, but pleasantly refreshing as she walked up to Brodie, who was lounging at the back of the porch on an outdoor sofa cushion, smoking a cigarette.
"Do you mind if I take a draw," G asked. She on occasion had smoked socially in the past, but to her this was only really a method of creating intimacy.
He handed her the half gone self-rolled cigarette, wordlessly, smiling smugly as he blew out a slow puff of smoke.
She sat down next to him, aiming for some shoulder-to-shoulder contact.
They definitely had the necessary chemistry, not even needing not too many words, and after finishing that cigarette, it didn't take long for them to trail upstairs to his bedroom, while a bunch of the other's had decided on another drinking game.
G got home around 2 AM that night, knowing that if Rory knew she'd probably be in at least some trouble, their agreement being that she'd be out until midnight and always text - but that night she really hadn't. But she was pretty sure her chances at getting away with it were pretty good that night. She took off her boots and snuck up the stairs in her socks, not to wake anyone. She was a little buzzed from the booze, the couple of cigarettes having made all the sensations brighter somehow. And scoring someone a little older had been definitely worth it - they guy actually knew what he was doing. She was just going to call him 'magic hands' from now on. It had definitely been a good night, her body feeling thoroughly tired by now, only needing now to climb the six stories to her own bed.
Rory and Logan had gotten home around 11.30 PM, Rory checking impatiently their twins' schedule on the whiteboard in the hallway as soon as they arrived, hoping she could just feed Emma and not have to pump again. She didn't want to wean her just yet. But apparently, the twins had been a little late going to bed that night and there was no such luck.
Logan peeked into the kids rooms, watching them sleep for a moment like he often did whenever he was late getting home. It didn't happen often, but it was a habit of his - after all - sleeping kids were the cutes. They were so fragile like that, so peaceful. Damn, how some little creatures had gotten into his heart. They owned him.
"Let's go to bed," Rory exhaled, wrapping her arm around his waist.
"I could use a shower first," Logan replied, running his fingers through his hair. He'd slept an hour on the plane to New York, so he'd caught up on a fraction of his sleep by now, but still - he couldn't wait to climb into his own bed with her.
There was no question that both of them were tired, but a shower was something they both really could've used. Besides, Rory knew Logan was leaving again pretty early, having only gotten a 10.30 AM flight out.
Rory simply took his hand and led him to their bedroom and into the on-suite, lighting only the low light on the vanity for now. They didn't make undressing too ceremonious, besides Rory wasn't entirely comfortable showing him her belly. She knew he knew of course, but it wasn't something she prominently displayed these days.
For that reason she mostly kept her back to him, her hair remaining pulled into a low bun, much like during their wedding day.
The water warmed up and Rory stepped into the falling water sighing audibly at the relaxation it already provided as it hit her tense breasts. Logan really didn't need an invite, his hands beginning to slowly trail her curves, leaving small, gentle kisses on her shoulder, neck and back. It was slow, sensual and with a hint of that special tingle that his touch left on her skin.
Water sprayed on both of them now, falling down their bodies, washing off the grime of the day.
She reached her hands backwards, wanting to repay him somehow - but really, this way it wasn't half the fun, if she couldn't see him.
"Show me yourself, " he whispered to her ear. He knew about her insecurities, but he really didn't care about some small defects that having his children had left, if anything it was a reminder of that and that he could never hate. It was kind of hot actually. "I love every square inch of you," he murmured, assuringly.
How could she argue with that - that voice, that scent, that touch…
She turned, but pressed herself flush up against him, limiting what he saw, and kissed him. His hands grabbed her hips, trailing down to her ass.
The warm water and the way she was turned on, had made her nipples leaky, small drops of the white liquid dripping down her body now.
Logan knew it was a little risky, but he sank down on his knees then, and licked her nipples. It was strange - but it was kind of sexy. Rory moaned at that sensation, desperately wanting some of that pressure to release. He kissed her skin, licking over her other nipple then. He looked up, wanting to see how she felt about it - was it weird for her? He didn't see apprehension in her so he decided to go for it. Logan took her left breast, nippel and all, into his mouth, getting a real taste of her milk as he sucked. It felt incredible as he drained her - a sweet and quick release. Sure this was a little kinkier to what they'd done in the past, but considering the alternative was the pump - cold, clinical, loud and not half as sensual as this, she simply ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him, and let out a moan of pleasure.
Logan smiled instinctively, being able to tell how much she enjoyed this. His member was throbbing already but he didn't want to rush this. Having sucked on both breasts, alternating with a gentle graze with his teeth, he sank his fingers between her slit, causing another gasp.
Rory hadn't felt this turned on in ages but she felt a little guilty that she wasn't really contributing.
"Let's go to the bed...," Rory suggested, not wanting the water to wash away any of the natural lubricant, which had been a little scarce the previous times they'd tried this.
They hastily dried each-other off, and their naked bodies landed into the softness of their stone-washed linen sheets.
That was what home felt like - Logan thought, as he felt the texture of the sheets, just the right mattress - and most importantly, the weight of the perfect warm body in his arms, as she laid on top of him in the darkness of the room, just a low glow coming from the street through the half-draw curtains. If he were to die right now, it wouldn't be such a bad way to go - the thought for a brief second.
They kissed, gently and slowly, despite sleep having a definite draw as well in the comfort of the bed, but they were just too aroused to succumb to it. As Rory adjusted her position, her nipples gently grazed his chest, the gentle touch making him even harder and she could feel it. Rory felt a strange sense of possessiveness towards Logan at that point. She had him - right there where she wanted him and the fact that despite everything, her imperfections in her nude were making his member stiffen between them was a needed boost in confidence.
Rory gyrated her hips, spreading her moisture onto him, making them both gasp at the touch. She was lost in the sensation, writhing, for once forgetting herself and replacing the insecure feelings with a much different type of energy.
Logan loved looking up at her like that, half forgotten in ecstasy - somehow managing to surprise him then, by sliding his arousal into her without the use of her hands. Logan's head fell back, the sensation making him bite his lip.
Rory took things slow, but it wasn't so much about the tease, simply wanting to cherish this, remember this, because who knew how many weeks it would be until they saw each-other again, and remembering this was worth the lack of sleep.
He grunted and gasped, while she moaned and exhaled audibly, letting out a series of small whimpers. At some point he couldn't take the slowness anymore, needing her so badly, and he began to raise his own hips to meet hers, adding some momentum which led him to his release. Soon she climaxed too and collapsed on top of him, unwilling to move, as if somehow staying there, completely still, would mean he didn't have to go so soon.
"Here you go," April said gallantly, feeling a little important delivering something she Celeste cherished as much as those dresses, over to Rory and Logan's house. She was out quite early, having plans with her girlfriend's parents who were visiting.
"Oh, wow," G reacted, having not really expected there to be a whole rack full of them and these were no simple dresses. These were ball gowns, red carpet gowns and by the looks of it, a few shorter cocktail dresses.
What G also hadn't expected, was April coming over this early in the morning. Alright, fine - early afternoon. She'd slept until ten, then barely dragged herself to the kitchen to look for some liquids other than water, feeling the hangover just under the surface.
"Tell me about it," April snorted, having had a whole rack of these in her spare room for nearly half a year now. She'd always admired these dresses, but she wasn't that kind of girl - but she figured it was just how little girls were programmed, all having that tiny glitch towards imagining herself as a princess. She hadn't brought all of them, leaving just two according to Celeste's request, one of them being her wedding dress.
"April, it's so good to see you," Rory emerged from upstairs, having heard a familiar voice. She hugged her, while holding Finny on her hip.
"He's getting big," April replied, adding, "I'm really sorry I couldn't help out last night."
"It's fine - Jess was thankfully in town and could help out," Rory said, letting out an involuntary yawn. Jess had already gone for another event in Manhattan, having left Rory with a copy of the book in question, as he briefly saw her in the morning. Jess was off to Philly from there and then to Wilmington, Harrisburg and Scranton - then hoping to finally go home for a long weekend.
"Long night?" April commented, asking Rory, though the question would have applied to G as well.
"Yeah, we got in pretty late, then the twins were up and Logan left like 8ish, he couldn't get a later flight," Rory explained.
"Logan was here?" G asked surprisedly, having missed that completely.
"He was," Rory sighed. The visit had been two brief and the man had only briefly gotten a glimpse of the kids while they were awake. "But what is all this?" she asked, gesturing towards the dresses.
"Celeste asked me to bring them over," April explained.
"She wanted me to put them up for auctions," G said, wanting to climb back to her apartment and just chill until her head felt a little better.
Rory knew that Celeste had meant to hold on to some of these dresses for Evie, and frankly she was a little worried about why she was selling them and selling them now, making a mental note to call her later.
"Send me the links if you have them up, will you?" Rory simply added. Maybe that was a way she might be able to help her - by bidding on them. She would have gladly just bought them from her right there, but not knowing what they were worth and her reasons, she just wanted to keep an eye on them - just in case.
"Sure," G added, attempting to fit all the dresses into the elevator with her.