AN: I had the file for this chapter open for the whole week but just.. it didn't progress. Finally got it done! Yay!

Let me know what you think! Oh, and some smuttiness in this chapter to come.


Chapter 37

After Rory had hastily finished up her task at Andrew's they'd taken the car back to the house, aiming to order some dinner. Logan had volunteered to cook, yet another side of him that Rory really didn't get to see a whole lot at Yale, because there were no real kitchens in the dorms.

"I'm so glad you came," Rory murmured, pinned between the kitchen counter and Logan's hips, as she'd just put away the phone, after making the order. Despite her mother's imminent disapproval she'd gone for Indian.

"You're telling me?" Logan replied, kissing her neck, which made her eyes roll over just at the sensation.

It was the sound of the door that forced them pull apart, but the slight redness on Rory's lips from before was still evident.

"Pizza or tacos?" Lorelai exclaimed, throwing her purse onto the hallway sideboard on her way to the kitchen.

"Hey, mom - look who it is!" Rory declared, hoping desperately that she wouldn't mind. These past few days had been great - movie night and junk food, copious amounts of coffee and good old movie talk that she had actually kind of missed. But she'd missed Logan more.

"Hey, um… hey," Lorelai said, seeing Logan lean against the sink side of the counter.

"Hi," Logan said, sensing they'd caught Lorelai slightly off guard, judging by how they'd slowed down her step.

"Logan came back early," Rory explained, unable to hide her broad smile.

"I can see that," Lorelai said, gathering herself quickly.

"I hope it's alright he stays. I still have a few more days left to finish up at Andrew's," Rory explained. She knew she was pushing it - she'd never had a guy stay over like this and while she was by no means a kid anymore, she knew it was probably testing her very liberal mother's coolness in a great amount. She really didn't want to think about that one encounter when her mother had walked in on her and Dean.

"Well that's mighty Miss reliable of you," Lorelai chimed.

"And we just ordered food. But it's Indian… sorry, I wasn't sure what time you'd be back," Rory replied, apologetically.

"And you think you would've gotten the stench out?" Lorelai snorted.

Rory shrugged. Honestly, while it was her mother's house - with Logan around she was doing a lot more things her way - taking chances, doing what she wanted without consulting every other human being. She was being selfish, but compared to the person who tip-toed around most people until now like she had done growing up, it was very far from egocentric or rude.

"Alright then, I guess one time won't kill me," Lorelai replied, seeing the innocent look on Rory's face, making it very clear to Rory she was putting up a good front, the less whiny kind.

Rory exchanged a glance with Logan, feeling the awkwardness.

"So, you went skiing, I understand?" Lorelai asked Logan, at least making an effort at small-talk, and they continued along those lines to the living room and watched Black Books throughout the evening, another classic Logan had never been introduced to which required at least a little mocking from the other two, but it was friendly enough.

It could've been worse - this was almost bearable if it weren't for the whining that followed after the arrival of the food. Rory couldn't deny - the place did end up smelling like curry, tumeric and cumin.

"I think we should start setting up the room..," Rory said, several hours later, finally feeling like ready for bed.

"The what?" Lorelai inquired, clearly having not thought yet about the sleeping arrangements.

"Well, I was thinking we'd scoot the bed over so we could have the mattresses on the floor," Rory explained, making eyes at her mother not to get all lame about this. This was a first, but what did she expect - Logan to sleep on the couch while she slept on her bed or one of them to sleep on the floor. She had a spare mattress in her room since forever, usually used by Lane, but it was still in good shape.

"Oh, yeah," Lorelai went along with it, but Rory could tell she was bothered by this at least a little. It was not that Lorelai was clueless of them having sex, and Rory was pretty sure she was even thinking up scenarios where Logan was insisting of them having a lot of sex, or him having suggested such arrangement, so she just hoped that for now they just didn't have to go into it, especially considering Logan had hours before even suggested that he could get a room at the Inn if it was inconvenient to stay over.

"Did you bring a toothbrush?" Rory asked casually, as she led Logan towards the bedroom to complete the mission, leaving Lorelai in the living room, clearly needing to adjust to this a little.

"I did," Logan replied.

It was definitely the most mundane way of going to bed, most of their evenings at either one of their dorm rooms ending with them stripping each-other from their clothes hastily or slowly dozing off after comfortable slumber that had another kind of intimacy.

Moving around the furniture in Rory's room wasn't the easiest thing in the world - moving any item involved moving a number of other things, various things exposing to the word for the first time since they'd gotten lost of forgotten - old posters for school, lost hairbands, long lost library books Rory had worried way too much about and so on.

"And here I was thinking you had all of your books at Yale," Logan commented, as they finally moved the bed only to discover several spare drawers which had been simply lodged underneath her bed. Naturally, there was plenty of dust between them as well.

"Hah, you wish. I'd need to fill the entire common room in that case. Plus I have some at my grandparents'," Rory replied, cheekily.

"Amongst the two of us we could probably fill a small library then," Logan replied, hesitating a little which wasn't like him really.

Rory for a moment indeed considered what it'd be like to live with him - perhaps not actually having a library, but certainly sharing a book self. Waking up every morning next to him, cooking together, being by default the one one came home to. For the first time in her life the thought didn't scare her.

"Yeah, especially with the ones I was going to buy from Andrew," Rory replied casually, as they lifted the mattress onto the floor. Again - Rory was pretty sure this was the thinnest and cheapest mattress Logan had slept on his entire life.

"Is he paying you or are you paying him to work for him?" Logan teased.

"We'll see, I still have a few days to go," Rory replied, handing Logan a fresh bed sheet to pull over the spare mattress.

"I know this isn't much..," Rory said, apologetically.

"Hey, I've slept in crazier places," Logan said.

"Oh really?" Rory teased, hint of seductiveness in her tone.

"Trains, friend's couches…, once on a beach lounger. Luckily there was a sunshade over my head," Logan listed.

"Ah.. the illusive ends to drunken nights, I assume," Rory replied. "You know… there haven't been a lot of… events?" she added, glancing briefly towards the kitchen not to have her mother overhear. She had not really thought of the LDB in a while.

"I thought you weren't interested..," Logan said. They'd stayed in the loop a little through the guys, but they'd been so encompassed amongs the two of them to really keep up.

"I am.. I've just been busy," Rory admitted.

"Well, then we might just as well make it a point," Logan replied decisively.

After the bed was made, Logan made his way to the downstairs bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

Rory cleared the living room table from containers, wanting to meet her mother half way, knowing she wasn't a fan of the food. She was returning the second time to get the rest when her mother appeared on the stairway.

"Psst!" Lorelai whispered.

"What?" Rory replied, eyeing her mother skeptically.

"If I come down I'll try to make some noise or something, I'll cough or something," Lorelai said and demonstrated how she'd cough.

"What are you talking about?" Rory replied, not quite following.

"Just so I don't… you know… interrupt," Lorelai explained, feeling somewhat awkward. It was no unusual for her mother to crave a cup of coffee or some ice cream in the middle of the night, but Rory couldn't even imagine what she would think of them - while very active, they were hardly battery bunnies going strong throughout the night.

"Mom!" Rory exclaimed, not wanting to discuss it. Sure, she was pretty sure they might do something, but she didn't even want to think about the odds of her walking in on them during the act - again! But it was the weirdness that made her grimmance, not liking at all the way her mother was about this.

Thankfully the next moment Logan emerged and Rory made her way to the bathroom instead. Thankfully Lorelai headed upstairs herself.

Logan was already laying between the sheets, without his t-shirt that he'd before emerged from the bathroom in. That appreciative and unfaltering smirk was plastered onto his face.

Rory's gut made a backflip just at the look of him as she closed her bedroom door behind her, having switched off the downstairs lights a second ago. Maybe her mother had indeed reason for cautionary measures?

"You know, I've never actually had a guy stay over before in this room," Rory commented, not really minding the prospect.

"So this is an entirely virgin room we'll get to christen," Logan commented, teasingly as he wrapped his arm around her waist after she'd climbed into bed, technically just two mattresses on the floor, with him.

"I wouldn't quite go as far as that," Rory admitted, laughingly, not being too proud of the fact.

"So this room has indeed seen a little action," Logan chuckled in a low tone.

Rory rolled her eyes at him, her hand resting on top of his chest, quite enjoying the hold he had on her - their legs already intertwining, looking for comfort and warmth while ignoring the not terribly comfortable divide created by the two mattresses.

"Have to say, it would've been fun to deflower the room, but outdoing the other guy is just as fun, I promise," Logan added, and kissed her as his fingers intertwined into the back of her hair, pulling her close.

"I don't even remember them…," Rory began to say, specifying 'them' since to her doing some naughty things with Jess in her room did count, even if they hadn't gone all the way. And on her defense she and Jess had been interrupted then too. Boy, this room really didn't have the best track record, did it? "But you came and wiped them out of my brain completely. I don't care what was...," Rory murmured, kissing him again.

"You're so special, you know… and you don't seem to have a clue how special," Logan replied, placing his forehead on hers.

"Special? Like stop eating the paste 'special'?" Rory pulled back for a moment, finding his wording a little off.

"Just… the way you've wrapped me around your finger… how I can't even go on a ski trip without thinking about you 24/7… you are so special, so incredible… so beautiful, so smart….," Logan listed, kissing her lips, then neck and clavicle.

"Oh, have I got my fingers wrapped around you, have I?" Rory teased, enjoying this exchange immensely, but demonstrated her affection by wrapping her fingers around his semi-erect cock through his underwear.

"You have," Logan nodded, approvingly, gasping a little.

Logan continued to kiss her neck, having by now learned well which spots she liked.

Rory continued to stroke him, without much delay slipping inside his underwear, scooting it downwards, the erection inside growing rapidly. To Rory that was still the biggest compliment coming from him - just the way he seemed to get turned on by her in the matter of seconds. For her it seemed he was already ready to go. She didn't want to know how exclusive that reaction was - for all that mattered right now was that she had him.

Logan's arms caressed her back, waist and buttocks, as his lips trailed her skin as far as they reached without having to break contact with Rory. His touches were no longer nervous and electrifying, they were comfortable - safe - assuring her how well they fit.

Rory's courage grew as his kisses intensified, and she pulled her nightdress over her head. She could just see how Logan's gaze was appreciative of not just where this was headed but also how eager she was, how she was pushing herself out of her shell - the person she'd been when she'd still actually lived in this room.

After Logan had eaten her naked upper body up with his eyes, not saying a word, he kissed her between her breasts, continuing right around the base of her left breast, pushing her down onto her back. Rory's hand intertwined into his hair, messing it up, playfully, along with a very appreciative scalp massage, knowing he loved it.

His finger grazed over her nipples that were already stiffened from the contrasting coolness of the air.

He returned to kiss her lips for a moment, as he hovered above, her allowing his exposed member to brush against her abdomen. That feeling alone, made Rory shudder, eager to feel more of him, and she made an attempt to slid down the sides of her panties, which in turn brought a husky smile to Logan's face, who was loving her eagerness.

Logan seemed to be in a teasing mood today and she knew damn well what that meant. His lips trailed back down her body, stopping to circle her nipples with his tongue, making them even more sensitive for the cool air.

While leaving the panties on for a moment, his left a trail of kisses down her legs, causing Rory to feel like she was a goddess of some sort. He certainly had a way about him, and she could only wonder if he treated all the girls he'd been with like this. But at the very least she felt secure in the feeling that there was no one else now - there was just him and her, and she trusted him.

Upon his return to her midsection he slid down her underwear while keeping eye contact with her, almost like a big bad wolf eyeing his pray, causing her to bite her lip form excitement.

At the first sensation of his hot tongue coming into contact with her most sensitive nub, her eyes rolled over, taking in the naughty things he had in store for her. Bad, bad things… she recalled him teasing once.

Rory allowed her head to fall back, her eyes fluttering between closed and open as he continued his ministrations, licking, sucking and quite possibly doing the alphabet not that he'd ever really required a method to do this.

Her hips were pushing against his tongue as an indication of him getting it right, and his arms went around her hips, possessively, enjoying to see and feel her squirm. The only real struggle was keeping her moans down.

She quivered on his tongue, as he finally sank that as far inside of her as he could, and continued to rub her wet clit with his fingers.

"Oh, fuck..," Rory grunted, such dirty words coming out of such an innocent looking mouth. It was probably the first time she'd cursed inside of this very bedroom.

It was the circular swirling of his tongue along with his finger that triggered her, causing spasms to rush through her body, so he could even feel it around his fingers. Rory panted, and rolled over to her stomach, and pulled him over her back, to cover her, for warmth and for more.

Logan had removed his boxers by now, Rory having barely registered the fact until now. And he really didn't need to be convinced too hard, hard being the keyword. And he shifted upwards, embracing her body in another way, an appreciative little kiss left on her shoulder just before he slid himself between her already soaked slit, causing her to gasp in her already oversensitive state.

He slid in and out steadily, but not too roughly - this didn't feel like the moment. Rory didn't really even have much control over her muscles, but it seemed almost like the spasms that had taken over before were milking him now too as he pushed in and experienced the loss of him as he pulled out.

Logan's one hand pressed on her hand, that rested against her lower abdomen and she could just feel him thrust into her through her skin. It was an incredibly sexy feeling. She muffled her moans into her pillow as another orgasm hit. It was definitely borderline in being possibly heard upstairs, but Logan just found it deeply satisfying either way.

Rory wrapped his arm in her arms now, wanting to keep him close, between her breasts. He sped up, continuing to thrust until he lost control, twitch several times and shot his load inside of her with a series of grunts. Going back to condoms had not really occurred to them after the couple of times they'd tried it without.

It was thankfully after the climax, as they laid there, panting heavily, as they heard a slight squeak of the stairs, unsure if it was anything of importnace or just the age of the house.

"Oh damn, how I love you!" Logan exhaled into her neck, still holding her close, her back to his stomach.

"I love you too," Rory replied, neither watching their volume quite as much.

"You know… maybe next fall we could even get a place of our own instead of living in the dorms," Logan said, having already thinking about this for weeks.

"You really think so?" Rory asked, sounding this incredibly flattering coming from him - that it would be him suggesting it, not her having to ask.

"Uh-uh," Logan hummed, kissing her shoulder again.

There were things to consider - what kind of place, and who in what part would be paying for it, considering Rory absolutely wanted to contribute. But would his parents be okay with her by then, would they be willing to pay his share if she'd be living there too, but until then - it was a nice dream, allowing the two to linger in their little bubble, oblivious to the fact that despite having planned on just swiftly popping back downstairs to get her cell phone, Lorelai had still overheard the last few exchanges, allowing her to see how in love the two were without any filters. There was no faking this.