AN: I reused a bit of erotica from previous story The Nicoise Holiday (second part of chapter 33), a scene Logan and Rory "make out" at a club and get kicked out for it as background for this first half. The stories are not really in the same universe, but it's not meddling with the storyline so I think it's still something that could've happened. Just saying it here in case anyone wants to read that too (of what happened just prior to what this first half of the chapter is about).
Oh, and definitely some smut in this first half. :)
Chapter 59
April 8th, 2007
Rory and Logan were just arriving back at Logan's Manhattan apartment after a frivolous night out at the Meatpacking district. First it had been just drinks with Logan's co-workers after work that had gone later than planned, but from there on as the others had decided to go someplace else, they'd continued to night in each-other's company instead. They were in a celebratory mood, and as Rory had stolen herself a weekend away from Yale, they hadn't held back on anything.
The two were still laughing their heads off after having been politely asked to leave a club, for having gotten a little carried away. Rory had just looked too irresistible in Logan in her short denim skirt and the high heels she'd worn especially for him. And they way she'd behaved like a little minx hadn't helped either as she'd rubbed herself against his groin while she'd sat on his lap.
Logan had seen plenty of hot chicks in high heels and denim skirts, but this was Rory - seeing her dress like that just for him did somethign to him. It was unusually slutty even, and she knew it, but that too had been intentional. Logan just loved the way Rory's shell had cracked a little yet again, and she got braver in everything - everything she did as an editor, as a college student, but especially as his girlfriend. And that included what they did in bed.
The first brektrough had been when Rory had suggested, being blushed all over, that she wanted to try some other positions besides missionary after they'd only slept together the first few times, and admitted along with it that she hadn't tried any other. With those sweet kitten eyes she'd asked him to teach her. Boy, had they spent that weekend inside his dorm room, barely coming out for air. But that had been nearly two years ago.
Since then there had been othe similar developments in her - for example properly learning to receive oral from him, without fretting about things he didn't care about. She'd also begun to enjoy giving blowjobs to him, at least she looked like she was enjoying them - and Logan certainly wasn't complaining.
They'd watched each-other masturbate, her usually in some pretty amazing lingerie. They'd even tried watching porn together - but neither had really found that to be their thing. They'd incorporated talking dirty, though mostly in whisper until now and of course texting. There had also been small explorations into role playing, and tonight was one of those times supposedly with Rory dressing a little out of character. And this was definitely the bravest thing Rory had ever let him do.
The club hadn't been that busy, but busy enough. And even sitting in a corner booth, it had been still pretty incredible.
She was still bright red in her face, despite the short cab ride in between, for having gotten caught just seconds after she orgasmed on his hand while she'd sat on his lap
The minute the elevator doors closed behind them, Logan pulled Rory flush up against him again.
"Damn you're hot when you blush, and damn... are you hot when you orgasm in public," Logan added smugly, having avoided discussing the matter in the cab there.
"God... don't remind me," Rory blushed even more, and buried her face under his chin.
"Oh, I'm definitely going to remind you," Logan chuckled in a low tone, almost wanting to add that he was so proud of her, but he was too drunk to think straight. The close proximity, his blood being drawn away from his brain and his wandering hands, having a mind of their own that were already stroking the curve of her ass, were too distracting.
His kiss tasted like alcohol, hell, hers probably did abundant number of tequila shots they'd done that night were definitely clouding their thinking.
They made it out of the elevator, and down the hall in a series of stops, Rory staggering slightly in her heels, both of them wanting just a little bit more kissing, touching, feeling…
"That was one of the hottest things I've ever done," Logan murmured to Rory's neck as he kissed it. And he had done a number of hot things, but something like that had been a first for him too. And somehow it was only made more special by having someone significant to do that with. Rory wasn't just someone, she was his goody-good girl that could turn into this incredible temptress with him.
"My-my…," Rory bit her lip, seductively, and boldly stroked the front of his slacks with her palm, admiring his arousal and the fact that she'd managed to outdo Logan in something concerning sex.
Without even breaking their sloppy, open-mouthed, kiss that followed, they shed their clothes, roughly - neither really caring if they tore something in the process.
It wasn't their first drunken night out, not by a long shot, and there had been a number of those times when all of their dancing, drinking and flirting, with each-other, had been just one long foreplay, always leaving them craving to get home.
Logan leaned down and took her nipple into her mouth, twisting it gently with his teeth, as Rory let out a low moan and continued to stroke his now exposed member. Logan repeated his ministrations on the other nipple.
Rory's palm continued to caress him, going all the way down to his balls, gently caressing them, and then coming back up on repeat.
It was then Rory surprised him by falling down on her knees, almost in a sacrificing manner. And boy, was that image working for Logan at that moment. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she almost looked goddess-like like that.
"You have all the power, Ace. You own me now," Logan encouraged, his words followed by a groan.
Rory sucked his cock in a bobbing motion, loving the praise. She switched to sucking, and licked it until even in her drunkenness she could hear his breathing change.
"Fuck," he groaned again, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer if she kept that up.
They were both physically tired too, hence neither was under the impression they'd be able to make this something lengthy. They didn't leave much time for continued teasing from the moment his cock emerged of her mouth with an audible pop, a trail of saliva hanging from her reddened lips. She got up and tossed the blanket onto the floor. A second later she presented herself on the bed for him, on all fours, arching her back beautifully. Nobody cared if the process was a little bit more abrupt than usual.
Logan sank his fingers between her lower lips, stroking her up and down, mostly just enjoying her already moist center. She really didn't seem to need a warmup. As she looked back at him, expectantly, Logan licked his fingers clean of her juices.
The next moment he thrust himself into her, a low desperate moan escaping her lips.
"I was so close…. to telling you to…. meet me at the bathroom," Rory stammered, between moans and gasps. This was what she'd wanted. "At the club," she added, breathing heavily, her lips still reddened from before.
"Oh fuck, yeah," Logan groaned, and thrust into her even harder. His gorgeous innocent Ace had wanted him to fuck her at a nasty club bathroom.
"Harder," she demanded, feeding Logan's mind with everything it needed right now.
A quiver in her core finished him off much sooner than expected, hell - the drunkenness probably had its effect, but so had her words.
"God, you're amazing," Logan breathed out, as they laid there, after collapsing onto the bed.
"You're pretty amazing yourself," Rory replied, sounding all giddy, and kissed him.
Rory was feeling a little chilly, but too tired to go after the blanket she'd just tossed to the floor, hence she climbed to lay on top of him, wanting some of the warmth that he was giving off right now.
Logan's arms wrapped around her, loving the feel of her fragile body on top of his.
"You're so amazing I could marry you..," Logan exhaled, sounding half hazed still, "and we'd do this all the time..," he added in a sleepy tone. "I can't ever get sick of this..," he continued, but meant it on more levels than just the sex.
Rory just chuckled, knowing he was drunk. She wasn't taking it half as seriously as Logan had meant it.
"Little blonde, blue-eyed babies," Logan said, using the words Rory had once used to describe him what Emily and Richard had spoken about as she'd overheard them, as the final thing before they both slipped away in a drunken, peaceful, post-orgasmic sleep, the details of their final exchange of words buried deep in their subconsciousness.
November 20th, 2021
"You know, whenever I imagined us having a kid together I always imagined her or him being a Gilmore not a Huntzberger," Logan confessed.
"You did?" Rory asked, not quite believing what she was hearing. It stung a little too.
They hadn't to her knowledge even discussed marriage before he'd popped the question, let alone babies. Only once she remembered telling him the way her grandparents were talking about how beautiful babies they'd have, but that had been in a tone very far from actually wanting that.
Logan nodded, humbly. He hadn't really recalled thinking about this either until Rory had told him about the miscarriage, having hidden it deep within himself.
"When?" Rory asked.
"A few times...," Logan admitted. "After I came back from London the first time, before the accident. After the accident too...," he continued. "And I did think about what that scenario might be like with you later too… during Vegas," he added, seriously hating the word 'Vegas' with every fiber of his being.
It went without saying that the latter went into their pile of 'what if's that they weren't really supposed to dwell on too much.
Rory kissed him gently the next moment, as they were already standing at close proximity.
In some part it was her response as she was short of words. Had she only known?
"You want to hear how I imagined it?" Logan suggested, as the kiss broke, despite the therapist's suggestion. But here he genuinely believed it to be a little healing, assuring her only how much she'd meant to him and how much she meant to him now.
