AN: some smut in the second half of this.


Chapter 54

November 14th, 2021

Em was out like a light in her carseat after three bites of the cheese and bacon scroll, the crumbs still on her jacket, just like Rory had anticipated.

"It was really good seeing Honor," Rory exhaled, glancing back over her shoulder to check on her sleeping daughter. She'd let Logan drive back, having enjoyed a couple of mimosas after Honor had suggested she indulge herself along with her, and Logan hadn't objected.

"She always liked you," Logan replied.

"I missed her too," Rory admitted. The image of an alternate universe where this had been just a family visit - the three of them a family - that Honor had mentioned, still lingered in her mind. It wasn't without any hurt, but it was a nice thought.

Logan cast a glance back in the rearview mirror, and reached out for her hand, holding it just for a few seconds, before putting his hand back on the steering wheel. He glanced back at the mirror, making sure the girl was still asleep.

Rory's smile assured him that she hadn't minded that, and it was all that Logan needed in that moment - to let her know wordlessly, just in case Em was hearing more than, how much he'd missed her too. Thinking back to all the time passed, all the missing that Logan hadn't even directly connected to Rory for years, subconsciously trying to avoid the pain, was coming back to him now - time and time again making him regret not having done what he'd done in May sooner. He only had himself to blame. He knew he probably wouldn't have had the strenght in him earlier than that - he'd just been so defeated, feeling so alone. But it didn't mean he couldn't wish that he had.

"You know she asked me…," Rory began. "You know, when you were saying bye to Linus and Conrad," she added. "She asked me when we'd be coming back again. She really loved it," Rory said, her daughter's words having really touched her.

"And we didn't get to the horses," Logan commented, feeling very happy inside. Sure, it was an unfair amount of entertainment the girl had been subjected to - what 4-year-old wouldn't have loved something like that? But Logan chose to believe that it was more than just the fancy magic show and big house - that place had radiated warmth.

"Even back in college I used to wonder how you two grew up into such great people," Rory said, knowing that Logan knew that she didn't mean that in a bad way. The shortcomings of his parents were no mystery to either of them. But Rory had been one the first people Logan had ever talked seriously about them, beyond complaining about them or just making fun of them. What he'd lacked, what had hurt, how Honor had always been there for him even if they'd been at separate schools.

But now Rory had just really been in awe how great of a mother Honor had turned into over the years. Sure, she had plenty of experience now too, and she knew that the two of them had had some pretty incredible nannies growin up too, but still - becoming an entirely different person compared to Shira was a huge achievement. Honor was a working mom on top of everything too.

"I think you know well enough that we're not perfect," Logan replied, smiling humbly.

"Well neither am I," Rory replied and squeezed his arm gently. While there could've been guilt, pain or something equally depressing attached to that sentence, it came out with a flirty tonality instead. Despite the initial bumpiness of their day - seeing people they would rather have not seen or people asking Logan about London, thankfully not about Odette, the day had really left her with a good feeling that maybe this could indeed become the new normal. She just truly felt like she'd been shown the ultimate goal right there - the three of them being a family. And for once she felt like with him she didn't even need to be perfect, just like she didn't expect perfect from him. She just needed to be as close to perfect in being a mother to Em as she could be - that would be enough.

Logan wanted to say a lot, sensing her deeper meaning. He also desperately wanted to kiss her.

"I have two free periods tomorrow morning…," Rory then said with a meaningful glance.

The afternoon and night between then and now seemed to stretch out like forever, Rory's mind being almost solely on her immediate goal of making a little visit to Logan's the next morning. She would've demanded he pull off to some forest road and jumped him in the car had Em not been there, demonstrating well how dense that draw had been for her in that moment, and if Logan still worked even remotely the same way, she knew that the way she noticed Logan clench his fists at the steering wheel after she'd said that one sentence, he felt it too.

Thankfully Em had been easy to get out of the house on Monday morning, excitedly waiting to tell her friends and teachers about the party, and hadn't paid much attention to the fact that they were out and about ten minutes earlier than usually.

Rory's lips crashed into Logan's the minute he opened the apartment door for her, still in his robe and briefs and the taste of coffee on his tongue, and shut with a loud bang, perhaps a little louder than would've been appropriate for this time of the morning. It felt so good to touch him, and to be held in his arms.

"God, I've missed this...," Rory murmured. "Yesterday was torture," she added. It had been just a week since they'd been intimate last, just a few days since he'd last kissed her - but it felt like forver.

"It really was...," Logan agreed and kissed her more fervently, pushing her against the hallway wall, letting the kiss intensify.

Rory loved how his need made her feel - almost like a deer in the hands of a wolf, the symbology of the wolf on his chest that his robe wasn't hiding too well, actually adding to that. And she was ready to surrender, ready to be devoured.

She cast her jacket and boots off as well as she could, their lips still locked, tongues battling, as Logan led her towards the bedroom. She turned around, abruptly, pulling her loose hair aside, and asked Logan to unzip her sexy but modest Anna Papell navy sheath dress. Before he did though, he paid special attention to the skin exposed by incredible V-back foldover collar, and kissed her back and neck, making her melt, as his hands caressed her hips and stomach through her dress.

This was definitely a naughty school teacher fantasy.

The zipper unzipped with care, Logan taking enjoyment in the slow process.

She set the dress on the chair neatly, knowing she needed to be back in front of the classroom soon enough, slowing their pace much in a similar way that Logan had earlier with the zipper. This much time they had - she kept telling herself, not wanting it to be over so soon.

She observed Logan's sexily devilish grin as he watched her strip her tights, there actually being something very hot about her undressing in front of him, as they hadn't really had a chance to do that last weekend. She took her time - posing a little, making sure she arched her back.

Rory had made an effort with the lingerie also this time, her bedtime routine while chatting to Logan having become browsing sites like Adore Me, Anya Lust and Journelle. She hadn't treated herself to lingerie this much in years.

While she knew Logan loved her in anything light and see-through, as she was going to have to step in front of a classroom soon, the bra she'd gone for that day was a push-up demi, floral lace cups with overlaid soft pleated mesh in dark blue, which matched her thong.

"I bet you dress like that every day… the boys in your class must undress you constantly in their minds," Logan commented, as he adored her.

Rory could've chuckled or even scolded him, not really wanting to think about her students right now, but she let it slide. It was much better to just imagine Logan in one of those chairs, having that same mischievous look in his eyes like he had now.

Except this school boy, a little more aged by now, had the confidence to do that no boy in her class ever would. Logan pulled her flush up against him, having in the meanwhile shed his robe, and let her feel how hard simply looking at her was making him through their layers of underwear.

"Beautiful," Logan said, and didn't let her argue by kissing her again.

His arms were already caressing her entire body - hips, ass, back, even arms, the texture of the lingerie feeling incredibly exciting under his touch. Rory knew his love for lingerie, and she also knew how it was about more than just the look on her, the color or the style - texture mattered too.

The feeling of his firm arousal against her abdomen made her feel hollow inside, desperate to feel more of him. But she wanted more than that. She wanted to see that look in his eyes.

Without warning Rory sank to her knees in front of him, and gave her hands free range the stroke over the delicate fabric of his Calvin Klein's.

"Oh, fuck," Logan's voice trembled in anticipation as he looked at her, still wearing her glasses, his hand gently stroking her hair.

He didn't have to wait very long as soon enough his briefs were pushed down, releasing his arousal from its confinement. The moment she dipped him in her mouth made Logan's mind go blank. Could it be that she'd actually gotten better at this over time? He didn't want to think of the potential reasons, and chose to believe it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Rory's tongue swirled and licked while she somehow managed to keep up the smooth up and down movements, alternating with sucking his tip just before she took her mouth off of him only to take him into her mouth again the next second, sinking him deep in her mouth.

Logan groaned.

She continued her ministrations for a while longer, just until she really began to feel his arousal begin to throb and his breathing grew patchier. She almost wanted to tell him to fuck her mouth if he wanted to, like he once had, which had been and eyeopener to a very different type of power play to her. But held back, desperately wanting to feel him inside of her too.

She pulled off just in time, leaving Logan almost whimpering without his release. He'd hoped she'd do that.

Rory smiled up at him, as she took in that deliriously happy, teased, grin.

Logan pulled her up, and kissed her lips, tasting himself on her mouth.

"Damn, you're good...," he almost hissed. "But just you wait," he warned, and surprised her by flipping her over to the bed with a light squeal. Within microseconds he was on top of her, pressing himself firmly against her pelvis.

Logan kissed her neck, almost hoping he'd leave some kind of a mark of his need on her. He enjoyed the sensation of her bra against his face, his beard feeling a little ticklish on her skin at the same time.

He pulled on her cups just a little, lifting the bra above her breast, not bothering to unhook it and took her hard nipples into his mouth one by one, loving how aroused they were. He couldn't get enough of that feeling on and on the inside of his lips. She was the same, but she wasn't - but he could swear this was even better.

As he moved lower, his hand tugged down her thong, gentle kisses trailing her abdomen and thighs.

Without much teasing this time, Logan's tongue flicked her slit, grazing her clit gently first with his tongue, then with his teeth even.

Rory squirmed in pleasure as he continued, alternating sucking, licking and an occasional nip, his arms going around her thighs and pulling her closer to his face.

"Logan..," Rory whimpered in pleasure as she took in how incredible his mouth felt on her.

But as she tasted so good, Logan didn't dare to stop, the buckling of her hips against his face being the biggest turn on.

With his mouth sucking on her clit, he slid in two fingers, causing her to moan. She was almost about to object, having wanted to feel his cock instead of them, but the way he was pistoning them in and out of her, while massaging her from the inside, was otherworldly.

Rory was wordless, lost in pleasure.

Her body shook much sooner than she'd imagined, squeezing her core around his fingers tightly. Her body flushed within moments and a cute little smile appeared on her lips.

"Magic fingers," Rory chuckled, reminding herself of what she used to call him when he did that back in the day.

Rory pulled him upwards, wanting to thank him with a kiss. And she did, as they laid there sideways, gently stroking each other. Rory wiggled her bra off, wanting to feel free from its confinement.

"Your turn," she purred to his ear as the kiss broke. She no longer cared if she cum more than once that morning - she desperately wanted to feel him and she wanted to leave him equally satisfied, preferably panting and hazed just like he had left her moments ago.

Logan was a lot more humble these days - his younger self would've been eager to continue, almost impatient. But he almost looked content as such, not hurrying after his own release, which made Rory a little confused.

"What?" Rory asked, not sure what she was reading from him.

"I just love how you look like this.. All flushed," Logan spoke, appreciatively, letting his hand graze over her neck and down over her nipples. He looked so calm and content.

"It's a good look on you too," Rory assured, and slid her palm up and down his length.

Logan didn't object, but Rory could still sense that he was not saying something. Despite that she didn't stop stroking him, his erection soon regaining its full mast again.

Rory pushed him to his back, and straddled her, not waiting long to slide down on him. After her climax, she was already dripping wet.

"Ah..," Logan exhaled at the sensation of her core. But still, instead of feverish need, he looked strangely calm.

That sound, though, was to Rory's liking. She would never get sick of hearing him want her.

She continued bucking her hips, her upper body bent above him, wanting to look him in the eyes. Her nipples grazed his chest on occasion as she moved, and his hands held her hips, aiding her to move, not wanting her to do all the work. But it was anything but hasty.

His abs began to contract, visibly, but he didn't just let go yet, but wanted to bring her along with him, slipping his fingers between them again, and rubbed her clit.

Wet and rapid slaps were the sounds that they made, Logan thrusting upwards while she met him with almost equal force. She wanted that feeling of being full of him to accompany her throughout her day. She wanted to feel a little bruised and sore. She wanted to feel that every day.

Logan groaned as he climaxed and she could feel him erupt inside of her, the sensation making her clench down knowingly around him as if wanting to suck up everything he was giving her. She had another smaller orgasm along with that, the mental image pushing over over her edge.

Despite being on birth control, she couldn't stop herself from imagining this to be more than that. Could I really be thinking about things like that this soon? What's wrong with you! - she scolded herself. That was a very heavy topic to open, for several reasons and she blamed those irrational thoughts on her hormones for now.

Two panting bodies laid there, side by side, spent, flushed and happy.

"Now please tell me you have free periods every morning this week?" Logan asked, only half-seriously, as he turned to her, wrapping his arm around her body.

"I wish...," Rory replied regretfully.

"Yeah, I know… don't worry," Logan exhaled, kissing her shoulder.

"But I would love it if you came around one night - we could just watch a movie or something, have dinner," Rory found herself suggesting. It went without saying that around Em they were to appear as friends for now.

"You're sure Em wouldn't mind?" Logan hesitated.

"I'll ask her," she offered.

"Okay," Logan agreed. "As long as she doesn't feel like I am stealing all of your attention," he added.

Rory rested her cheek on his shoulder, snuggling for a bit. She felt like she could stay there foreever.

Something still bothered her, like this little nagging feeling.

"What was that before by the way...?" Rory asked hesitantly.

"Before? When?" Logan asked.

"You know…," Rory began to hesitate even more. Had she really imagined it?

Logan eyed at her in confusion.

"I don't know, it almost looked like you didn't care that much about the sex after you'd gone down on me," Rory spelled it out for him, blushing now even more.

Even as she said those words, she was the embodiment of sexy.

"Oh," Logan reacted. "I guess…," he began, clearly needing a moment to pick his words. "I just view sex a little broader than just the climax. Already tasting you, seeing you, feeling you quake like that - I was content with that," Logan tried to explain, having transformed over the years in that too. "More wasn't out of the question, just for that moment there I was just happy the way I was...," he added. "I love feeling you, being inside of you... It has nothing to do with that, it was definitely not about rejecting you - please don't think that was that," Logan continued, feeling like this could backfire if she took it the wrong way.

"Oh, okay," Rory said humbly. The concept was a little foreing, but she supposed she could indeed understand it some way. Sometimes she didn't need to climax either. "I just didn't expect that," she added. She still had a lot to re-learn about him.

"It's nothing to worry about, I promise," Logan assured, and kissed her forehead.

It was at that moment Rory's alarm went off. She had set it with enough time to get ready for work along with a shower, cutting their intimate talk short. But the topic seemed interesting, both Rory wanting to find out more on how he'd changed in this part of their relationship over the years, and she also got the feeling that Logan had more to say.