AN: I originally wanted to write a chapter about the present thanksgiving, including April and some stuff concerning Jess/Luke, but I just didn't feel like writing conflict today. So you get some (mildy kinky) smut instead.


Chapter 67

November 25th, 2021

Rory sighed in relief as she arrived in Hartford, seeing the familiar blue Volvo parked in front of her house and Logan leaning against the back of his car, his hands tucked into his pockets, as she pulled up. The moment reminded her of the time when Logan had flown all the way to Charlotte to apologize to her. He had nothing to apologize for this time, but still, the relief of seeing him was similar, even if that time, nearly fifteen years ago, it had been mixed with a certain amount of annoyment of his cockyness. But right now it was something she welcomed with open arms.

She'd texted him before she'd headed off from Stars Hollow, so he'd roughly known what time she was coming. It hadn't really been a question for either of them that she wanted him to come and stay over, as if every child-free night was theirs to grab, having already missed out on so many.

"Hey," she sighed, as if having not seen him in ages, the second his hands wrapped around her.

He replied with a kiss, his beard feeling a little ticklish against her chin. It really seemed to be the case that the more time they spent together, the less they wanted to be apart, and it didn't seem to matter that she'd just left him in that same late morning with an equally intense, already then longing, kiss.

"Miss me?" Logan asked.

"Uh-uh," she hummed and kissed him again, her stomach already fluttering lightly.

"I should really give you a spare key, so you wouldn't have to wait outside like this," Rory said, pulling apart, and headed for the passenger door of her car, having two big bags of leftovers stashed away there for Logan, and a little more to herself as well. If not to have in the evening, the surely for breakfast.

"You don't have to do that," Logan replied and took one of the heavier bags from her to help out. "Not that I don't want to. It's just that this feels like your's and Em's place, it doesn't feel like just yours," he admitted. It felt different than having the key to any of Rory's places. He'd even had a key to her place in Brooklyn for a brief time and just like she'd had a spare key for his place in London. There hadn't ever been a question about that, knowing that neither was going to show up unannounced.

"It's not weird staying over, is it?" Rory asked with some concern, as she closed the car door behind her and locked the vehicle.

"Not weird, but the place definitely has an identity that's a little difficult to see myself in," Logan explained, and they walked towards the front door.

"Well, Em is infused in there pretty deep. She has a whole bunch of wall art in pink crayon behind the cabinet in the dining room, for one," she added. She got her keys from her coat pocket and turned one of the keys in the lock, then continued to punch in the security code after Logan had closed the door behind them. "And I bet the upstairs hallway floor still smells a little of sour milk because she dropped a full glass there when she was three," Rory gave another example.

"That is actually kind of cute, I really don't have an issue with that," Logan replied, not wanting her to make a whole big thing about what he'd said.

He was surprising himself how little he minded everything Em-related, same went for Honors kids and Colin's much younger daughter. Maybe that was what growing up was like? It had just taken him longer to do that than he'd expected, or rather having thought for years that being successful in his career and being married was what defined being all grown up.

Both took off their coats, and Rory shed her boots as well, wanting to rid herself of the heels.

"Then what?" Rory inquired, feeling genuinely curious, and a little humble of her place at the same time. She did on occasion wondered whether Logan had an issue with the house being this simple. After all even the apartment he was living in now was more upper-scale compared to this, when the bones were concerned, not to mention all of his previous places.

Logan was quiet, seriously not wanting to spell it out for her, but his look was meaningful.

"Because of... Jess?" Rory guessed, squinting her eyes a little, answering her own question for him.

Logan sighed.

"You got this place together, he fixed the place up for you, I bet you still sometimes feel like he's just going to walk out from behind the corner," Logan explained. "But I'm okay, really - it's just that it feels like his turf sort of, that if he were to find me here, for whatever reason, that would just be cause for more drama, which I don't want to cause," he added and shrugged.

"Right," Rory said, leaning against the doorway for a moment. She never meant to make him feel like that, like he was intruding. And she also had for years not preferred to think that this was her place and her place alone - she'd even tried to reimburse Jess for all the money he'd ever put it it, which he'd taken very reluctantly, largely only because the bookstore had caused several unexpected expenses for him. But she got it. Jess still babysat here sometimes, still sometimes helped to fix her this or that. Well probably not anymore if she could help it, knowing she needed to make the distinction of whom to call for plumbing issues (or giant spider removal) next time just the same.

"All I mean is that someday, someday far in the future when everyone is ready… that I'd like to start fresh with you in someplace that's ours," Logan added, internally biting his lip, hoping it wouldn't be a big scary red flag for her.

"Well, that's an interesting thought," Rory exhaled, taking in the concept. She was nowhere as fixed to the place she was living in compared to her mother who'd been reluctant to leave the Crap Shack since they'd moved there despite all the opportunities she'd had. She wasn't opposed to the idea, but she honestly hadn't thought of it before now either. She wasn't even sure why. But it did make sense. There were just two bedrooms upstairs, and just one study area downstairs, sure one could probably squeeze another desk somewhere in the dining room, but it did feel a little different than it had with Jess. In part because he'd been away at work so much and also as he'd loved writing on the sofa or dinner table, or worked at the early hours of the morning taking shifts at the desk. With Logan her dynamic had always been different.

"As I said - I realize there's a lot to consider, but I hope that at some point you'll feel you want that too," Logan added, wanting to assure that he wasn't rushing this. He put his arms around her, and brushed a stray hair behind her ear, wanting to physically make sure she wasn't worried.

Rory placed her arms around his neck and simply hugged him. She wasn't quite sure what to say to him, but a movie did begin to play in front of her eyes already, imagining them in another type of house, something a little bigger, with Em swinging on a similiar but different porch swing. It wasn't that she was against it but it was something to take some time to wrap her mind around fully. A new life somewhere other than here sounded both magical and a little frightening, even if they were not thinking about another city. At least one thing that had never been hard was the two of them living together. God, how she hoped Em would want that too - someday.

After a moment of simply holding each other like that, Rory went to get a glass of water, also wanting to unpack the leftovers.

"How was Honor?" Rory asked from the kitchen.

"She's good, told me to say hi. Also, she might invite you to go shopping sometime," Logan said. "How did today go for you?" Logan asked, around the corner, setting his own wallet, phone and keys on the table - getting comfortable, knowing he was staying the night. It was incredible how quickly in her presence these little things had become normal again.

"Okay," Rory replied, and returned with a glass of water which she gulped down, unable to elaborate.

Logan raised his eyebrows wondering if that was it.

Rory let out of a small burp, having swallowed it all a little too fast. The burp made him smile, adoring how cute she could be in her naturalness.

"I mean…," Rory began. "It was just kind of awkward, I guess," Rory replied, knowing that more than anything Logan was asking about her and Jess and that whole dynamic. "He kept giving me these looks, I wasn't really sure what to do with them. And most of the time we all just kept asking April and her girlfriend things. Luke didn't even really look at me, I don't know - maybe he's feeling guilty or angry at me too, I don't know. But I did get mom on board this much that we're having coffee with her on Sunday," Rory explained.

"Wow," Logan smirked, and threw his head back a little, laughingly.

"What?" Rory asked.

"Nice way to lead up to that," Logan replied, a wide smile still plastered onto his lips. Clearly the last piece of news was what was really was making him nervous.

"You know her already. Hey, she knew you were Didi. She just wants me to be happy. She's hesitant herself, but I am sure you'll be fine. Besides, I'll be right there to save you, if you need me to," Rory said, playfully.

"You will, eh?" Logan nodded, and pulled her closer to him again, the thought of being saved by this ravishing woman in front of him creating a whole different type of fantasy in his mind.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I will," she assured in a cocky manner.

Rory kissed him then, letting this kiss linger longer than the previous ones, definitely expressing what she wanted from him tonight, just like on every night they'd been together. It was an insatiable thirst.

"Are you hungry, or... ready to head upstairs?" Rory asked, seductively, having had enough food for the day herself.

Logan replied with a broad smile, not really needing to reply with words.

It really only took them less than ten seconds to reach her bedroom, having a teenager-like pace to their actions, almost like expecting a parent to be home any minute. Shoes were scattered somewhere on the landing, clothing items trailing after them until an utterly breathtaking black lace lingerie appeared from under Rory's clothes. Just the thought of her having worn that the whole day, through Thanksgiving dinner, sitting there right across the table from her ex, while Logan knew the reason she'd worn it had been him, not Jess. It didn't get much better than that.

The bra was underwired, but the cups were almost completely see through, same with the thong, her small landing strip trim showing through it.

Logan went straight for the bra cup, biting gently, playfully onto her breast, and licked her nipple through the fabric, causing her to chuckle.

"I thought you weren't hungry," Rory chuckled.

"Depends on the dish," Logan replied.

"I thought you'd like it," she murmured, feeling satisfied about her choise. She was going to need a whole other drawer for her selection of new underwear she was spending on these days.

"I do," he replied, appreciatively, and kissed her clavicle and moved up her neck, while casting away his own underwear.

Rory caressed his body, enjoying his abs and the feel of his skin under her palm, having genuinely grown to like the roughness the tattoos were adding to his former pretty-boy look. Of course there was nothing left of the boy in the man that stood in front of her now, as his beard brushed against her skin, heightening the inherent masculinity about him and the already fully aroused member pressed between them certainly didn't hurt the image either.

Rory could already feel the inside of her stomach twist, craving so much more of him. She climbed onto the bed in a cat-like manner, placed her glasses onto the bedside table and cast a look behind her, inviting.

Logan caressed her back, waist and thighs, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulders and lower back, desperately wanting her already. The way her hips moved and back curved, spoke much of the same.

While he continued to cup her lace-covered breasts, his fingers moved between her thighs, and his fingers soon tapped around her mound through the fabric of her thong, pulling on the fabric firmly. Instinctively Rory splayed her legs open a little more like an invitation.

Logan leaned over her body, kissing her lips over her shoulder, then continued down her neck while he let his arousal casually brush against the material of her underwear. She'd soaked through the material already.

The way her hips were moving against him made him not hesitate much longer, and pulled down her lacy thong. The mixture of small playful slaps, rubs and slides along her slit were torturous now - frustrating and all-consuming, making Rory's eyes fall shut.

She made wave-like movement with her hips, desperate for more friction.

His hands reached under her, folded down the light cups of her bra and brushed against her nipples, squeezing them.

"You can try a little harder," Rory murmured, encouraging him.

Logan complied, exploring this new side of her. Sure, he'd tried a number of new things already, she just hadn't, until now, been so verbal about what she liked. Pregnancy had definitely changed her breasts, her nipples being longer, almost at a constant state of hardness, which was different from before when they were often quite soft, almost innocent. He'd always appreciated both, but this somehow felt more primal.

He pinched her nipple next, unsure if it was too hard, but instead of a yelp of scriek, she let out a guttural moan, full of pleasure.

As he did that, he let his firm arousal brush against her ass a little more, slowly moving it back and forth, both getting some friction himself and letting her know what was soon coming. He twisted the nipple between his fingers, stretching it slightly, and another moan followed.

Her nipples tingled after he'd repeated his actions on the other side as well.

The way his hands massaged her ass and back, made her let her knees give in and she gave up on the doggy position, remaining for now on her elbows, as she felt his weight on her.

Liking the idea of putting his weight on her, feeling closer to her like that, he breathed to the nape of her neck, murmuring words of adoration.

Soon a deep and rapid thrust made her groan in a mixture of sweet pain and pleasure as his member filled her.

Rory was clenching her fists, grabbing the bed sheet underneath her, in pleasure, as he continued to move, her nerve endings feeling like they were on fire, the fuse burning until it was expected to erupt into fireworks.

But there was a slight change of pace and angle, delaying the sweet release.

Her body transformed into pure bliss again soon enough, feeling all warm and fuzzy, before it stiffened and let the wave of pleasure wash over her. Several aftershocks followed, causing her core to ripple. Somehow, this time, Logan simply held still, and was not swept away with her internal spasms. He continued to move, though more slowly than before.

Rory smiled over her shoulder, gently grazing her lips with her teeth, feeling very flushed in her cheeks.

It was then Logan surprised her, as his wet thumb caressed over her sphincter.

The next look over her shoulder that she gave him spoke more of panic, though, and he recognized it.

"Just playing, don't worry," Logan calmed her. Even after all these years they still had uncharted territories in bed, and he desperately hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way - if needed he'd explain later.

Gently he continued to caress her ass, her juices having spread all around the inside of her thighs and ass, gently massaging it, as he continued to thrust into her slow and steady.

Rory was surprised by how good it felt, that slightly forbidden feeling, which accented what it was doing, deliciously.

His movements picked up again, pistoning in and out of her, holding on to her ass cheek with his fingers, while his thumb was relaxing her sphincter muscles and now already slipping into her with the tip of this finger.

"Ahh.., fuck," she moaned, having not expected that moment to feel that good. It actually felt a little scary, sensing the build up of another climax form, not knowing how that might feel like together with that type of stimuli, and pushed her face into her pillow. In part it was embarrassment, but in part also simply loosing herself in her emotions.

Her body arched and trembled, and collapsed into a puddle, as he found his release, several loads of his cum filling her. Another wave of pleasure overcame her as he slipped his thumb a little further, now about an inch deep, surprising her yet again how easily that happened. But damn - it was a good wave.

Laying there, spent, sticky and hot, Rory blushed more than usual, while Logan simply smiled at her.

"Was that okay?" Logan asked, some seconds later, needing to make sure, if he hadn't crossed a line.

Rory nodded, but was clearly feeling a little embarrassed. "A first time, wasn't so sure I had many of those left," she added, giggling nervously.

"Just so you know it's not because of something more I need. It can just feel pretty good for the receiver too," Logan explained, shrugging lightly.

"You've tried it?" Rory asked, sounding surprised.

"Both ways," Logan explained, wanting to make sure she got it that it had nothing to do with her having had a baby, and he kind of wanted her to maybe someday feel comfortable enough to experiment with him too.

He hated comparing her with Odette, but Odette most certainly hadn't had many inhibitions, which had kept them satisfied at least with the physical part of their relationship for quite some time. Scratching an itch, exploring one's limits, even if there was hardly any real love or passion connected to it. It was a lot like watching porn in that sense. But it had left him a lot more experienced as a result, and he found it silly to waste that if he could offer her more pleasure.

"Now I just feel old," Rory giggled.

"Nah, you're just left for me to corrupt," Logan added, with his sexy, devilish, smirk, and kissed her.