Author's Note: Rating change for this chapter, as there is sexual content. Thanks to Rebecca, who did a fabulous job beta-ing!
Wanting to Fall – The Point of Lipstick
Rory entered the ballroom a few steps behind Logan, eliciting stares from Stephanie and Colin alike. Wordlessly, she handed his jacket back to him and in turn, he held out another glass of champagne, which she accepted and swallowed half of with one flick of her wrist. She was certain she'd need all the courage she could get tonight – liquid or not.
"What's this all about?" Stephanie questioned as she sidled up to her and nodded at Rory and Logan. "The two of you look like you're in the middle of a showdown." She watched as Rory set her now empty glass down and picked up another from the table and finished it off. "And you're drinking like me, what gives?"
"He's playing games again," Rory gasped after the fiery liquid slid down her throat. "His games haven't changed at all."
Stephanie laughed at that. "Oh but they have," she said reassuringly. "Come on, let's go get ourselves all pretty again for midnight." She smiled as she guided her out of the ballroom and into an empty room just down the hallway. "Here, your lipstick is starting to wear off," she said, handing the tube to Rory.
"Who cares? It's not even like I need it! It doesn't matter what my lips look likebecause Logan isn't planning on kissing me at midnight so the point of this lipstick is that there is no point in putting it on!"
This girl needsto slow down on the champagne, Stephanie realized. She reapplied her own lipstick before turning to Rory. "You sound as though you want Logan to kiss you," she stated calmly and then smiled satisfactorily at the look on Rory's face.
Rory opened and closed her mouth several times before finding her voice, and when she finally did, her words weren't very eloquent.
"You suck."
Stephanie laughed merrily. "Like I said, Logan's games have definitely changed, as you are in total control of this one and depending on what you decide to do, he could very well lose." She shrugged then, handing the lipstick to Rory again. "Though from the way you're acting right now, I'd say Logan will be getting exactly what he wants tonight, but only because you do too."
Rory sighed, taking the lipstick and facing the mirror. "How come you're so logical when you're drunk?" she complained. "Why can't you be normal?"
"Because you wouldn't have me any other way." Stephanie linked her arm through Rory's and they walked back to the hallway. "It's almost midnight, I wonder if Louise will pry herself away from Brandon Coppersmith to ring in the New Year with Finn."
Rory arched an eyebrow. "What happened with her and Finn?"
"Oh who knows." Stephanie rolled her eyes. "You know Finn. He spotted a redhead and was off like a rocket in her direction, spent a good deal of time flirting with her too, so Louise retaliated and has been on Brandon's lap for about an hour now."
"Amazing," Rory said, as they found their way back to their table.
"Not really, Finn and Louise are both whores. Only I like Finn."
"Not that." Rory grinned slyly. "I meant that even when attached to Colin's mouth the whole night, you still know exactly what's going on."
"Yeah, yeah, just wait." Stephanie sounded smug. "Five minutes cupcake. What are you going to do?"
Luckily for Rory, she didn't have to answer because at that moment Colin appeared and pulled Stephanie out onto the dance floor.
"Where'd you disappear to? Trying to hide until a minute past twelve?"
She turned her head to the left and rolled her eyes at Logan. "If I was hiding, would I be right here?"
"Point taken. Come on Ace." He took her hand and led her in the same direction Colin and Stephanie had gone. "You haven't even danced with me once tonight."
She obliged and soon found herself wrapped in Logan's arms, swaying back and forth to whatever music was playing at the time. She looked around, seeing Colin and Steph on one side of them, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Louise had had enough of being ignored and was now pulling Finn away from the redhead and onto the marble dance floor as well.
"Two minutes," Logan taunted quietly in her ear. She fought every urge to grind her heel into his toe. "Nervous yet?"
"Why would I be? I can count from ten to one, that's all I'll really have to do right?"
"If you say so." He let his hand drift up and down her back lazily, every once in awhile letting his fingers dip beneath the fabric at the base of her spine. "One minute Ace."
"I'm glad you're enjoying this," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She waited for him to nod before pressing herself as close to him as possible, edging her knee between his legs with a little forced pressure. His eyes widened briefly and she smiled smugly. If he was going to play naughty, so could she. It was her turn for wide eyes however, when he trapped her own leg between his.
"Twenty seconds!" she heard someone cry out from the middle of the dance floor. The music was cut and everyone clustered together as the countdown began.
Six… Colin, Steph, Finn, Louise, Logan and Rory were standing in their own little group as they counted down. Five…Four… Finn finished topping off everyone's champagne glasses, keeping the bottle for himself. Three… Rory couldn't help but smile at Colin and Stephanie and Stephanie winked at her in return. Two… Logan's arm was still around her waist, holding her tightly against him. One…
"Happy New Year!" the cries rang throughout the room, along with corks popping and horns blowing. The band started playing again as confetti and streamers fell from the ceiling.
Rory was surprised when the arm around her waist drew her even closer and Logan used his other hand to spin her towards him. Before she could process it, his lips were pressed against hers in what could only be described as a strictly platonic kiss. She waited for him to deepen the kiss and was disappointed when he merely pulled back, and gave her a hug.
"Happy New Years Ace," he whispered in her ear before releasing her and going to give Stephanie a hug and kiss. She stared at him as she smiled and kissed Colin and Finn and Louise. Finally Stephanie threw her arms around her and whispered in her ear, echoing the sentiments that Rory was already thinking to herself.
"You're going to have to do better than that." She grinned as she kissed Rory's cheek and then grabbed Colin's hand to drag him back to the center of the dance floor.
She and Logan spent the next few minutes celebrating with Finn and Louise and some others that Rory didn't know, and she was startled as he took her elbow and pulled her from the dance floor. She wasn't sure where they were going, but his stride was full of purpose and she looked at him questioningly as he led her to a dimly lit corner of the room.
"Logan, what—" the rest of her sentence was muffled as his hands cupped both sides of her face and he leaned in to kiss her again. He didn't give her much time to react before gently forcing her lips apart slightly under his, letting his tongue trace over her lips and teeth, waiting until she opened her mouth willingly, eagerly even, to meet his tongue with her own. She had to admit there was nothing platonic about this kiss at all.
He pulled back then, his hands still on either side of her face. "You don't know how long I've—" this time it was he who was cut off, as Rory was the one to initiate the next kiss. He wasn't sure if she was just eager, or nervous, but she wasted no time in deepening the kiss, her mouth just fell open under his and his hands moved, one from her cheek all the way down to her back, the other sliding around to the base of her neck and fisting into her hair, holding her as close as possible. He walked them both back a few steps and turned so that Rory was against the wall. Only when he heard the soft moan escape her lips did he pull away and look at her.
"So…" he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Is an apology necessary?"
"For what?"
He leaned forward and kissed her again. "I told you I wasn't planning on kissing you at midnight. Apparently I lied."
"Oh you did," she agreed. "But I might be able to forgive you this one time."
"Good." He kissed just below her ear. "Really though, it was your fault. I gave you what I thought was a nice friendly kiss at the stroke of midnight, and once I did that, I knew I needed a better kiss than that. You needed a better kiss than that."
She closed her eyes as his mouth moved from her ear across her neck to her other ear. "Then why didn't you just kiss me like that earlier?" she asked, threading the fingers of one hand through his hair.
"In front of everyone else?" Logan scoffed. "I've spent all weekend trying to convince you I'm a perfect gentleman with honest intentions. I thought it was highly preferable to steal you away and kiss you in whatever privacy I could find for us." His lips found hers again before she could reply and Rory wasn't sure how long they stayed there like that in her new favorite corner.
Eventually Logan broke the kiss, not because he wanted to, but because someone was insistently tapping his shoulder from behind.
"Sorry to interrupt," Colin said as Logan turned to look at him. Rory felt her cheeks burn as Colin grinned at her. "But I'm afraid I need to steal Logan away. You know I wouldn't if it wasn't important."
Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "What did Finn do now?" he asked.
"I don't know the details, I just know that he's responsible for the demise of a plasma TV and now he's trying to reenact the scene that was playing on it beforehand."
"Don't tell me…"
Colin nodded grimly. "It was the playboy channel, I'm afraid. I told Louise we'd help her get him back to their room."
"Yeah, I'll be right there." He waited until Colin walked away before turning back to Rory with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry," he said, smoothing the hair back from her face. " I had every intention of walking you back to your room tonight, and now I'm stuck babysitting Finn."
"Oh it's okay," Rory reassured him. She smiled then. "I'll walk back with Stephanie, it's really no problem at all."
"Well…" his voice trailed off as he leaned forward to kiss her lightly. "I suppose this is good-night?"
"I suppose so." She smiled again as he squeezed her hand once and then went off in the same direction that Colin had.
It wasn't even three seconds later that Stephanie was at her side.
"And that's the whole point of lipstick!" she said approvingly. "I was afraid the two of you were going to run out of air any minute there. Come here, let me see." She put her hands on either side of Rory's face and inspected her closely. "Now that is good lipstick," she said, her voice filled with awe. "It's barely even smudged after all of that."
"We weren't there that long!" Rory protested, her cheeks turning red again. She looked at the clock and was stunned to see that almost an hour had passed since Logan had taken her off of the dance floor. "Oh."
"Yes, making up for lost time, were you?" Stephanie reached out and took two glasses of champagne from a tray that was passing by. "One more toast before we head back?" she asked, handing one of the glasses to Rory.
"Absolutely," Rory agreed. "A toast to what?"
"Hmm." Stephanie pondered this for a moment before her eyes lit up. "Of course! A toast to us! To you and me for beating the guys at their own game and getting exactly what we want." She shook her head as Rory opened her mouth. "Don't lie, you wanted him to kiss you." She nodded appreciatively as Rory's mouth closed. "To us," she repeated.
"To us," Rory echoed, clinking glasses with her before taking a sip. They finished their drinks, and decided to walk back to the room. Stephanie's feet were killing her, and as she pointed out, with Finn and the others gone, there wouldn't be any more excitement for the night. "Not in the ballroom anyway."
"So…" Stephanie looked sideways at Rory as they walked out into the chilly air and began the short walk back to their house.
"Yes?"
"Tonight. Are you…"
"Staying in our room or Logan's?" Rory finished. Stephanie nodded, her eyes still trained on her. She was about to answer when they ran into Colin halfway between the two houses.
"Finn okay?" Stephanie asked as Colin settled himself between the two, an arm around each of their shoulders.
"Oh he's fine. He's always fine." Colin laughed. "I just wanted to make sure you two made it back to the house safe."
"What exactly happened?" Rory asked, knowing there had to be a priceless story behind Finn's antics.
"Oh, same old Finn stuff. Logan would be able to tell the story best, he heard it from the people who were actually in there."
"Mmhmm." Rory rolled her eyes. "So I guess I should go see Logan then? You know, to get the story straight from him?"
Colin chuckled. "I never was good with the subtlety."
"Yeah, I'd say not." They reached the house and stepped inside. Rory looked at the other two and couldn't help but laugh at the hopeful look on both their faces.
"Go!" she said, gesturing in the direction of her and Stephanie's room. "Good night, Happy New Year and all that good stuff!"
"Night hon!" Stephanie hugged her and whispered her thanks in her ear. Rory just sighed as the two giggled their way up the rest of the stairs and into the bedroom. She turned the opposite way and stood in front of the last door at the end of the hallway.
She stood there for a moment, contemplating everything. The minute she walked into that room any resolve she may have had in the matter would disappear. There would be no turning back from where she was bound to go and she still wasn't entirely sure of Logan's intentions with the whole thing. Then, remembering their conversation from on the balcony, she took a determined breath and raised her hand to knock lightly on the door.
It swung open almost immediately and Logan looked mildly surprised to see her.
"So…" she mimicked his tone from earlier as she took a tentative step into the room. "I was thinking, and that goodnight we exchanged earlier? I don't think it was good enough."
Logan shut the door behind her and leaned against it, his eyes moving up and down her body. "Well then, what do you suggest I do to make it better?" he asked. She surprised him by waking back towards him and pressing herself against him, her arms sliding around his waist as she stood on tiptoe to reach his lips with hers. Automatically his own arms were around her and he noticed her skin was cold from being outside. He let his hands roam over her back, trying to warm her. "So that's a better good-night?" he asked when she paused to take a breath.
She shook her head slowly, and keeping her eyes trained on his, she reached behind him and turned off the light and locked the door, the sound echoing through the quiet room. "It's too early to say good-night," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around neck again.
Logan couldn't disagree with her, but still he pulled back to hold her at arm's length and stare into her eyes. "Rory." He never used her name, but he wasn't going to do this if she was only here because of a champagne haze or as a favor to Colin and Stephanie.
"Logan." She felt herself blush under his scrutiny and finally she met his eyes. She was surprised as he released his grip on her and lowered himself into a chair a few feet away.
"Why are you here?" he asked bluntly.
"Excuse me?"
"Did Steph ask you too? Or did you think I expected you to show up here, because I told you, I didn't. I told you Rory, I'm not going to expect anything from you, I don't want anything to be forced or rushed this time, I just wanted you to know what I was thinking and that was all." The words poured from his mouth before he could stop them and for a brief moment, he knew what it was like to be a Gilmore, what with the rambling.
"Hey." She crossed the room and settled herself tentatively in his lap, slightly enjoying the brief look of discomfort that passed over his face. "It's okay," she said, running her hand across his jaw. "I wouldn't be here for any reason other than I wanted to," she assured him, lowering her head to kiss his neck.
He let himself enjoy her soft assault on him for a few moments before lifting her off of his lap and walking away again. She was close behind him though, and he didn't get far before she spun him around and kissed him again, this time much harder.
"I want to be here," she repeated before he could say anything. "I don't know how to say it any different Logan. I want to be here."
"Okay," he said finally. His arms were around her instantly. They stood, clinging to each other in the middle of the room for a few seconds before he tilted her chin to kiss her again. His lips moved against hers, teasing her, for every time she leaned into him, he pulled back, and vice versa. Finally she brought her hands to his head, forcing her tongue into his mouth to dance against his. He surprised her then, running his hands up her arms to clasp her hands, still tangled in his hair. He pulled them away and held them behind her back, never once breaking their kiss. She may have initiated it this time, but it was clear he was in charge. He released one of her hands and drew his hand from her back around to her stomach, slowly reaching up to caress her through the thin fabric.
She ran her own hand up and down his left side, fisting it in the hem of the shirt that she had just untucked. She drew her other hand out of his grasp and pushed the jacket off of his arms, letting it fall to the floor. Logan's hands were now resting on her hips, his mouth roaming over any skin not covered by her dress, every now and then dipping to explore the places that were.
Rory licked her lips before bringing his head back up to kiss him. She was amazed at the feelings he invoked in her while merely kissing, she had no idea what to expect when they finally made it the few paces to the bed.
Speaking of, just how long did he plan on keeping her standing in the middle of the bedroom? She closed her eyes as Logan trailed kissed up and down her neck, across her collarbone, and back to where he started. His hands grasped her shoulders and he turned her until her back was against him. He gathered the soft locks of hair in one hand and swept it over one shoulder, flicking his tongue just under her ear before kissing the nape of her neck. The hand that had been entangled in her hair moved to hold her at the waist while his other busied itself with the task of untying the strings that held her dress up. The strings fell away and he heard her gasp as the cool air hit her skin.
He kissed her bare shoulders. He kissed the lone freckle that graced the middle of her back. He traced her spine with his lips, leaving a line of wet kisses down to its base and back up to her neck. His fingers lingered on the clasp of the lacy black bra she had chosen for the night and he fought every urge to rid her of the restraining article of clothing, opting instead to resume his exploration of her back, her neck, her arms, anywhere he could reach without turning her around again. He knew the minute he looked into her eyes again, he'd take her right then and there and that wasn't how he wanted to do things tonight. Tonight wasn't about him; tonight was about…
"Rory." Her name escaped his lips before he could stop it and she closed her eyes at the sound of it. It was so rare for him not to call her Ace but she knew that in this moment, it would have been inappropriate for him to do so. She was unsure of what she should be doing, but from their position, there wasn't much she could, and if Logan didn't seem to mind, she definitely didn't.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured between kisses. "Absolutely gorgeous." He was still kissing her from behind, his hands holding her still at the waist. "Not just tonight," he said, his voice so low she could barely hear him. "Always." His voice was muffled against her skin but she didn't care, the tone itself was driving her mad. "When you're studying." She bit her lip as his hands moved lower, grazing her thigh through the slit in her skirt. "When you're drinking your first, second, and third cup of coffee for the day."
"You don't have to try and sweet-talk me Logan." Her voice came out more strained than she had anticipated. "I'm already here."
"Maybe I'm not trying to sweet-talk you," he murmured. He bit lightly at her ear. "Maybe," he whispered, his breath tickling her neck. "I'm just trying to make you feel wanted." She shuddered at the word and he twirled her around, kissing her hard on the mouth as he deftly undid her zipper, letting the dress pool around their feet.
They moved together, edging towards the bed without letting go of each other, pausing only when Rory's heel tangled in her dress, causing her to stumble. That was the logical explanation for her misstep, but Rory was fairly certain her weakening knees had something to do with it as well.
It didn't register with her that Logan had swept her up in his arms then and carried her to the bed until he had laid her down and she opened her eyes to see him sitting on the edge and staring at her.
"I told you I wouldn't let you fall," he said, his mouth curving into a slight smile as he watched her process the fact that they were on the bed already.
"Too late," she whispered quiet enough that he didn't hear her. Her eyes slid shut as he moved up to cover her with his own body, trying to ease some warmth into her. He stayed like that, still only kissing her until her skin was warm to his touch. He lifted himself up then, and moved back down to the foot of the bed. Sitting back on his ankles, he lifted one foot and began to undo the straps to ease the shoe off of her foot. Smiling slightly, he dragged his fingertips over the sole of her foot and sure enough her eyes popped open and her head shot up from the pillow.
"Logan!" He smirked at the high-pitched squeal before leaning down to kiss the tips of her toes.
"Lie back," he urged, waiting for her head to fall back against the pillows before moving to the other foot and removing that shoe. He dropped it on the floor next to its mate, and though he saw her staring at him through lidded eyes he couldn't help himself and tickled that foot just as he had the first. He laughed softly as her toes curled around his fingers and just as before, he leaned down and soothed her foot with his mouth.
He sat up again and rested his hands on his knees. He had meant what he said before. She was absolutely gorgeous. Sitting here, seeing her lying there in nothing but lacy black lingerie, with eyes closed and lips swollen, he couldn't ignore the increasing ache or the sudden tightening of his pants.
His hands roamed up and down the length of legs as he watched her stomach rise and fall with each breath. He ran his fingers across the backs of her knees, testing how ticklish she was. She flinched some, and one look at her proved that she was fighting not to giggle. Her eyes were screwed shut and her jaw set in silent determination.
Logan didn't even bother to hide the wicked grin that spread across his face as he continued tracing his hands up and down her legs. His mouth joined his fingers on their trek and he wondered to himself just how long she'd be able to keep herself quiet.
It wouldn't be long at all, he thought to himself as he slowly kissed his way up her legs, all the while keeping his eyes trained on her face. She was waiting, he could tell, and while it was borderline painful for him now, he enjoyed teasing her. It had been too long since he teased her last. He alternated between kissing and blowing lightly against her skin, sometimes down by her ankles, sometimes around her knees, sometimes so close that he could feel the heat coming from her. He noticed that she wouldn't open her eyes and Logan had to smile at that. She was still too shy to watch him.
He'd change that soon though, he decided, finally giving in and fastening his mouth to her, one hand pushing black lace aside. Sure enough, her silence was broken and she cried out on contact. She tried to push away from him but in the next second she was trying to pull him as close as she could.
"Relax," he whispered against her. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still. He cast one more look up at her face, and as expected, her eyes were closed again, her teeth clamped down on her lower lip.
Rory gasped as his mouth found her again. Her head rolled to one side as he hummed against her. It had been eight months since they had been together, eight months since she had been with anyone, and Logan had not forgotten anything about her or what she liked. This she was sure of as she felt his tongue tracing shapes against her and another whimper passed through her lips before she could stop it.
Logan heard and smiled against her. She was still the same Rory, still shy, still hesitant, still unwilling to just let her self be in the moment. And while he loved that about her, he was going to change it if he could. At least, just a little, he thought to himself.
He was teasing her, Rory realized as her hands tangled in the quilt beneath her. Opening her eyes, she stared at the top of his head and before she could stop herself, she ran one of her hands through his hair, twisting the blonde locks between her fingers. She knew he was waiting for her to vocalize what she wanted and while she couldn't do that just yet, she could at least show him. Her eyes fell shut again and she moaned as his teeth grazed her. He was taking his time and she wanted nothing more than for him to bring her over and soon. Her mind and heart raced alike as her nails scraped lightly against his head.
Logan was surprised as he felt her tug at his hair; he hadn't expected her to be so insistent so soon. He wasn't nearly ready to finish and honestly, he wanted to take as long as he could. She'll just have to wait a little longer… he smiled satisfactorily as he slid one finger into her and her hips arched up before he could hold her down. He heard his name escape her lips and quickly added another finger. His mouth and fingers worked together as he watched the quick rise and fall of her stomach as her breath hitched in her throat and she fought to get air. Her hands were intermittently clutching and releasing the quilt around her and he was pleased to see her eyes were open and watching him.
It would be so easy; he contemplated. She was so close, another ten seconds and he could start all over again. As tempting as that was, he decided against it, relishing the control he had over her at the moment. He nipped at her once more and drew back, watching as her eyes widened in confusion and she sighed with frustration. He kissed his way up her body then, straddling her as he made his way to her lips. Logan could still taste champagne on her and he enjoyed the way she bit at his lips, trying to take her current frustration out on him.
"Relax Ace," he whispered in her ear. "We've got all night after all." He grinned as she moaned again but was caught off guard when she pushed herself up to reverse their position so that she was now straddling his lap.
Rory leaned forward to kiss him again as her hands found their way to his shirt. Her nimble fingers flew over the buttons and before he knew it, the shirt was laying next to her dress on the floor. Her lingerie soon followed. She rained kisses over his shoulders, his chest, dipping down to his abdomen as her hands rested tauntingly on his belt. It was his turn to groan and her turn to giggle as she kissed his neck again, her hands moving over him in feather light strokes.
"Ror—" his voice broke as he grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her back down onto her back. He looked down into her eyes and saw the mischievous glint there. She knew. She was well aware that if she brushed against him much more, it'd all be over. He leaned down and kissed her once more, hard and fast, before moving to rid himself of the rest of his clothing. He moved over her again, covering her entirely with his body.
Bracing himself, his hands resting on either side of her face, he found her lips again and concentrated on kissing her for a few moments. He grinned into her mouth as she writhed beneath him, trying to reach him. He couldn't help himself he'd tease this girl all day long if he could. His grin disappeared and he bit her lip involuntarily as he felt her hand wrap around him and squeeze lightly. So much for her staying shy.
Rory heard the strangled moan deep in his throat and smiled sweetly up at him. Looking down at her, her look said it all. If he could tease, so could she. She locked eyes with him as her hand moved faster, daring him to make the next move.
His fingers coiled around her wrist and he pulled both of her arms up over her head. He felt her relax under him and watched as her eyes closed again. He pressed a gentle kiss against her lips this time, positioning himself. So close. He licked his lips and pushed slightly, finally entering her, if only a small part of the way.
Rory sighed as she felt him within her and tried to raise her hips to pull him deeper but he resisted and drew back. She let her head fall back against the pillows and ran her hands over his arms and his back, letting them rest on his shoulders as he pushed again.
This was torture in every sense of the word, and not just for Rory either. Logan gritted his teeth as he sunk into her slowly. A fraction of an inch at a time, pulling all the way back, adding another fraction and repeating. Over and over. Painstakingly slow.
She could see it in his eyes, he was slowly losing the last ounces of control he had and she was more than ready for him. Rory pressed her palms against his shoulders, coaxing him on with desperate pleas whispered in his ear. He stilled above her and she opened her eyes to see him staring down.
"Logan." Her voice was hoarse and she already missed feeling him inside her. "Please." She was beyond the point of pleading. He kissed her throat, nipped at her ear and could hear her crying his name again.
"Do you feel it?" he whispered, causing her eyes to open again.
"What?" Even in hushed tones, her voice still sounded frantic. "Feel what?"
"Wanted." His hands were over her body, leaving no space untouched. "Rory, do you feel wanted?"
"Yes," she cried out, gasping as he slid completely into her with one stroke. They stayed unmoving for a moment, until she adjusted around him. She angled her hips upward trying to drive him even deeper and he shook against her, his breath hot against her shoulder as he allowed her to control their rhythm until he couldn't take it anymore.
He slowed her down again, muttering her name into her throat before lifting his head to look down at her again. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. By the look of sheer determination on his face she could see he was losing at his own game and she felt something tug at her heart as her fingertips brushed against his face. She closed her eyes again, her head pressing deeper into the pillow as she felt his hand move between them, his fingers resuming the work they had started before. "Logan," she gasped, forcing her eyes open to watch him as she swept fingers over his eyes. She pulled him against her, trying to let him know it was okay without actually being able to say the words although she knew what his answer would be.
"After you," he rasped, as she knew he would. Always a gentleman she thought to herself as she slid her hands under his, lacing their fingers together.
"Together," she whispered back, digging her nails into the palms of his hands. She was happy when he didn't question her or ask her for reassurance just increased his pace. It didn't take long. Hearing her cries echoing against his moans coupled with feeling her contracting around him as he rocked against her was more than Logan could handle and with a final thrust he shuddered against her one last time, his blood pounding so hard in his ears that he could only faintly hear her own cries as she slipped over with him. He collapsed onto her still trembling body and buried his head between her neck and shoulder, pressing soft kisses where he could.
Finally, he felt her hands playing in his hair and he craned his neck to see her looking down at him, a look of deep contentment on her face.
"Hey," he whispered, rolling them over so that she lay in his arms. He smoothed the damp hair from her forehead and she smiled up at him.
"Hey," she returned, settling her head on his chest. She let her fingers draw lazy circles over his abdomen as she listened to his heartbeat return to normal.
"You okay?" he asked, his hands still playing with her hair. She nodded into him and by the sound of her breathing he knew she was on the brink of sleep. Truth be told, he was too. He let his eyes close as he pulled her closer against him, covering them both with the quilt they had kicked off the bed.
"Logan?" her tiny voice floated through the room jolting him from half sleep.
"Yes?"
"Thank you." Her voice grew even softer. "For wanting me."
He smiled in the dark, as he wrapped his arms around her even tighter and kissed the top of her head before answering her.
"I never stopped wanting you."
