AN: Had a productive morning. Some more smut (I hope you don't mind :)) but not just.
Chapter 47
November 7th, 2021
Rory woke to the sound of her neighbors, someone slamming the car door of their old Chevy and yelling at someone to go get something in a hurry, their driveway being just under Rory's window, and to the realization that her hand was numb. The reason for the latter though was a rather interesting position of sleeping. They were sort of intertwined, her upper hand still around his neck, while the other one, the numb one, underneath her, stretched awkwardly backwards, Logan's leg between hers and his hands, one on her ass and the other above her hair under his own head, their blanket covering them diagnoally.
They'd woken each other during the night at least once, their bodys just waking so many emotions as they touched in passing. The wetness between her thighs, accompanied by slight soreness, was proof where that wake-up had led, and for once she didn't feel unsatisfied waking up. There was just something so sexy and intimate about that feeling - knowing that one could just forget oneself with someone like that, almost subconsciously.
Carefully she removed her hand that went around Logan's neck, and propped herself onto it to move, the other hand being almost completely immobile. She didn't want to wake him.
But as she was about to turn, already feeling the buzz in her arm as the blood was returning, when Logan's arm went around her waist, pulling her back to bed, along with mutual giggles, and a victorious growl.
"Sneaking out on me?" Logan murmured into her neck from behind her, kissing her neck.
Rory felt her gut go hollow at that feeling again - how did he do that - know just the spot to kiss to make her want more of him?
"Just trying to get blood back in my arm," Rory laughed, and gasped as he continued to kiss the back of her neck.
His hands went around her body more freely, the blanket being cast aside, at her encouraging gasps, cupping her bare breasts.
"You're insatiable!" Rory purred through her laughter, but didn't really object.
At that Logan propped himself up to his elbow and kissed her.
"You're free to tell me to stop," he encouraged, with a devilish smirk as that kiss broke, which had transformed from a small kiss to something hungrier.
Rory could already feel his stiffening member against her ass. Of course she didn't want to tell him 'no'. She actually liked the prospect of feeling sore all day after this, as if leaving her with a souvenir of this night.
Not hearing any objections, besides continued giggles, Logan grabbed her breast more firmly next, letting her nipples brush against the inside of his fingers. In a very short learning curve he'd become excellent at this, knowing just the way she liked to be teased, the sensitivity in her nipples having changed a great deal because of breastfeeding.
Rory grinded her hips against him, making it very clear what she wanted.
Logan's hand abandoned her breast soon enough, and slipped down between her legs from the front, feeling the sloppy mess of their mixed juices. His fingers slid around her clit and down her labia, continuing to repeat the motion, making her moan. There was something about giving up the control of her orgasms to him that she enjoyed immensely. With most men she hadn't been as fortunate, but surely that had something to do with the intimacy and joint experience as well.
His hands both excited her, made her tense like a guitar chord as he teased, but at the same time relaxed her, letting her know she didn't need to do a thing. She was being taken care of.
Despite the growl of her hungry stomach, making both of them laugh for a moment, she reached her own hands back to fondle him - she couldn't get enough of him. His breathing hitched at her touch and that sound alone made her chew on her bottom lip. His rough beard scratched at her neck, his lips laying kisses on the side of her cheek and ear, making her blind with want.
She chose to push herself to her down on her knees this time, however, and propped herself up by her fists, while keeping her hips low, offering him a fresh angle. One that had once been one of their favourites in fact.
He stretched out his neck to kiss her over her shoulder again, almost reading her mind. Rory arched her back, replying to his claiming kiss with equal intensity.
"You look gorgeous like that," Logan commented huskily, letting his hand trace her hourglass figure that rested on her heels, while she continued to grind against him, him now kneeling behind her. She was especially sexy to him when she was past her insecurities like she seemed to be now. One night was all it had taken.
His arousal thrust into her with one smooth move, almost surprising her, and the loud mutual groan of approval filling the room.
His hands went around her, continuing to caress her, while his other hand pressed down on her abdomen as he continued to thrust, making her even more vocal.
"Oh, god," she moaned, and quaked in ecstasy. It was such a good angle.
Even without looking she could sense Logan's wide grin, followed by a kiss on her shoulder blade that turned into a gentle bite of her shoulder, as he continued to move. His unrelenting thrusts took her higher soon again, making her feel like she was in overdrive.
Neither was really sure how they made it until the end - hunger, exhaustion and need for their ultimate release taking charge. But eventually there they were again, Logan in part having collapsed on top of her, both panting, a healthy flushed glow on both of their cheeks.
"How I've missed this," Logan panted.
"Ditto," she barely managed, having no energy left for further words.
And the cool and lazy kiss acted as a seal of confirmation, like an agreement on the fact that this needed to happen again and again.
After a fairly short shower, washing their juices and sweat from each other to get around to the breakfast part of the morning faster, while desperately trying to keep their minds focused enough not to end up at it again - both feeling just too exhausted, sore and empty by then to repeat it, despite that hunger being truly insatiable, they made their way downstairs.
It was a chilly, but sunny, November morning that indeed felt different. Their dynamic was no longer hesitant, at least not when their bodies were concerned, casual kisses and touches - like a delicate dance in the kitchen which had fallen back to their once cemented routine.
Without asking Rory pressed the buttons on the coffee machine on, knowing what kind of coffee he liked. For one this hadn't changed and she'd had enough time by now to confirm that by experience, having already spent one night before this with him. At the same time Logan searched her kitchen cabinets for cereal - their quick breakfast choice. After pouring in the milk, being a little surprised to find both oat milk and dairy milk options in Rory's fridge and not just overly sugary cereal, Logan carried their breakfast bowls to the table, while Rory made a detour to the porch to get her Sunday paper. After the first sip of coffee - she divided the paper up in parts, handing one part over to Logan and kept one for herself.
There were still occasional glances at the other, wondering whether they should talk instead of reading, despite loving their morning routine, which was proof that some things hadn't changed all that much.
"So, listen," Rory began, having struggled to fully focus on her paper that morning.
"Yeah?" he replied, putting his coffee cup down.
"Is there anything I need to take note of with this thing that you're dealing with? Like should I be encouraging you to indulge in food, encouraging to get you out of the house to do things or is there anything I need to watch out for...?" Rory asked, having thought out a number of scenarios in her mind. The issues he'd spoken of last night were making her alert - and a little hesitant too.
"I have it under control. I'm not supposed to drink much with the meds, and I haven't - an occasional glass of wine or scotch is fine, but not in abundance. I eat fine, I haven't wanted to push myself to my limits in months - I've learned to listen to myself," Logan continued, not really liking to discuss it much. "I guess, if you ever doubt my reasons for doing anything you should just ask me 'why?'," he added, knowing that Rory was not the kind that would just leave it alone.
"Is it the same therapist that we're seeing on Thursday?" she asked. "I just mean, does she know about these things?" she added, wondering how and how much these things might affect their relationship. They had set up a schedule of seeing a therapist in New Milford to solidify whatever they were feeling, as they'd agreed to check in with someone neutral to really give their relationship the best odds. While they were opening up significantly, their past miscommunications were still something that needed to be avoided in the future. It couldn't hurt, certainly.
"I gave her the contact information of my UK therapist, but I am not sure that's really that relevant in this. I left it up to her," Logan explained.
"Okay," Rory sighed, looking at him. Her face spoke of compassion, and she couldn't really help it, but it was definitely something Logan hadn't really wanted her to feel. He didn't want her to treat him differently because of something like this.
"You really shouldn't worry. If there is anything - I'll tell you, okay?" Logan assured her. He wanted her to trust him on this, but he knew it was a lot to ask.
"Okay," Rory exhaled. She had to trust him, didn't she? But it didn't come as easily as she'd hoped. Clearly they still had work to do.
"I'll be in Boston tomorrow and Tuesday, and we can drive to New Milford together on Thursday if you want," Logan spoke, wanting to focus on practicalities instead of the deep and serious topics for a bit.
"You can pick me up at work in that case," Rory suggested, as Chilton was closer to where they were going than her house, even if not by much.
Logan nodded.
"Next weekend I have Em," Rory began, already having a hint of regret in her voice. She was by now sure he would've liked to see her, and she did too - but she wasn't sure how that would be possible with Em around. If they did see, there wouldn't be so much as a kiss.
"Right," Logan noted. He didn't want to rush that part of their relationship. From the little time he'd spent with Em, he wouldn't have minded one bit to do something with the three of them, but he knew that this wasn't that simple. It was a delicate matter, and included not just what Rory and he wanted, but also Em and Jess.
"I'm going to Honor's next weekend. It's Conrad's birthday," he explained, referring to Honor's 6-year-old, having told Rory about Honor's family already last weekend when they'd spoken a lot about their lives, and also families. "I would've asked you to come, but I get it...," he added, hesitating whether he should say anything at all. He didn't want to put her under that kind of pressure, but he did want to hide it either.
Rory hesitated, unsure what to do.
"Honor just asked about you, she hopes to see you sometime," Logan said. "But it can be some other time," he added.
"Can I think about it?" Rory asked after a moment of pause, which she'd used to swallow a sip of her coffee. "I mean technically she has met you already, it'd probably be fun for her even - lots of kids running around," she discussed, trying to convince herself that this might work. In theory they could just be two friends taking her kid to a birthday party for a day. And Honor was an old friend too. Rory too wanted to see her.
"There'll be a magician and everything, and not just boys as far as I know," Logan added, trying very hard not to sound like he was trying to convince her.
Rory had a lot of things to think about, and despite the incredible haze she was in after last night, she needed to gather up her courage for couple's therapy and figure out what to do about next weekend. She also needed to figure out how she was going to survive not being with Logan intimately at least until she had a free weekend again, knowing that having not gotten a taste the hunger would burn even more fiercely. She already knew she might just have to resort to texting until then - not an entirely bad prospect either but it wouldn't replace the real thing.
There were also new worries about Logan that had risen instead of the old ones. And on top of everything she also still needed to go face Jess that same night as she picked up Em, hoping to not look as flushed and giddy as she felt now.
