AN: Smut ahead!
Chapter 88
December 22nd, 2021
"She's finally down," Rory said as she snuck into the bedroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could.
The house was full of little cracks and squeaks - the place was old, despite it looking refreshing in it's light-colored decor and white wood paneled hallways. Emily had gone all the way with the nautical theme, various paintings, sailing charts, even lamps and other decorative items carrying it well to most of the rooms. Hence the beachy feel of the place didn't match the Christmas feel Rory had been after quite as she'd planned. But they still had the Christmas tree to set up, and make the place their home away from home for a few days.
Em had had trouble falling asleep in a new place, hence Rory had spent a good hour reading to her and stroking her hair. She was pretty sure the girl was going to be up at least once during the night. But it didn't mean she wanted to just fret about that. If it happened, it happened, figuring the cracks and squeaks of the house would at least give heads up if it came to it.
"It feels kind of weird being in the same bed with you like this," Logan admitted, already sitting in bed, a blanket over his legs, having been casually reading Herman Melville's 'Billy Budd'. Not that he hadn't before, but when he'd seen it it had brought back some nostalgia for him too, and it was not like this place had TV-s in every room. And he'd very intentionally aimed to take a break from his laptop during this little get-away as long as there was nothing urgent.
"I know what you mean," Roy replied, having already changed into a cozy pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt earlier. The room temperature was a little cooler here than she was used to. Logan was definitely getting the most in depth look into her as a mother. That included the way she dressed, thought and took care of Em's needs first and foremost.
Rory slipped under the cover, feeling strangely nervous too. It was the first night with them sleeping in the same bed with Em under the same roof after all.
"You know, she told me today on the ferry that she likes you," Rory said to Logan, the two having positioned themselves on their sides, facing each-other, Logan having tucked the book on top of the headboard.
Honestly, Logan didn't know how to take a compliment like that.
"Good," he simply said, not quite feeling it was an adequate response.
"She was worrying about what she should call you. She was worried that it would get all confusing if she had to start calling you 'daddy'," Rory chuckled quietly.
"Ah… right," Logan replied, his smile bringing out the lines in his face. But he had to say that he was moved. He hadn't expected things to go this well, and he could only hope they would stay that way once Em figured out he was actually sharing the bed with her mother too, not just holding hands with her on occasion or giving her small pecks. That was all they'd done in front of her, and even so cautiously infrequently.
"You know.. I made an appointment. In a few weeks… I think I need to get an opinion of how likely it'd be to… you know…," she hesitated.
Logan eyed at her questioningly, not quite following.
"To my OB-GYN," Rory spelled it out for him. "There's the age and the scarring… Paris keeps throwing statistics at me. How my odds are quickly diminishing... et cetera," she replied. "And I'd much rather keep this out of Paris' area of expertise," she added, not wanting to use Paris' professional services if she could help it.
"Oh..," Logan replied. Truth be told he didn't recall Rory ever discussing with him in great detail about these things. Sure, he knew Rory had a doctor and just like all women she had check-ups, but these topics had never seemed like something that involved him or mattered to him. And this time it certainly did. "I just want you to know that while I am in awe that you're willing to consider this… it's not a deal breaker for me," he assured. "So I don't want you to worry, okay?" he added, seeing some concern in her face.
Rory's hand massaged the back of his hair and gently slid from the nape of his neck along his neck to his t-shirt-covered chest, as if wanting to feel his heart beat.
"It's not that even..," Rory admitted. Somehow she truly believed that Logan's love was at least in that way unconditional. She didn't think he'd hold something that she couldn't help over her. He wasn't like that. And Rory was a lot more inclined to accept the things she couldn't change, than those she felt she could by putting in more work. But there was more to it. "It's just that I'm a little scared of being pregnant again… and delivery," she confessed.
The last time hadn't exactly gone easily for her, putting her life at risk.
"My doctor even told me about what happened and how it had been a pretty scary situation, but I was just so out of it at the time that I'm not sure I really remember the details. I can just hope my present doctor can find out what went wrong from the files and whether that something was my fault or whether it is something that can happen again…," she continued.
"Just don't worry, okay? We'll figure it out," Logan assured, wrapped his hand into the back of her neck, into her hair, and stretched out his neck to kiss her. "I'll even come with you, if you want. Or sit in the hallway… whatever you need," he assured.
"We'll see…," she replied, not quite believing how lucky she felt right there.
His hand went down her arm and slipped around her waist pulling her close, but not necessarily in a solely sexual way. He just wanted to feel close to her, the winter winds outside whistling.
"Hey, I meant to ask you something," Rory suddenly recalled.
"Ask away," he offered.
"When do you think we should actually get married? I am not meaning to rush it, I know I've been the pushy one here…," Rory asked, feeling strangely nervous about it.
"I like it when you're pushy," Logan commented huskily. "I'm in no hurry either, but I don't see any reason to wait a year or something either. I don't know… the summer maybe? Though there is always Robert's wedding in August," he discussed, simply thinking of the most convenient time due to Rory's summer break.
"We could… maybe do it here? Or at Martha's if you want?" Rory suggested, having nothing against summer either. She just didn't feel like making this whole big thing, something equivalent to what Logan had had with Odette. Sure, she knew she didn't have to organize it herself, not in detail at least, there'd probably be her mother and someone she could hire to put it all together for her. But all she really wanted was to do it and to do it with feeling what this place felt like. A sense of freedom, and she actually believed Logan felt it here too.
"We could…," Logan replied.
"But?" Rory asked, expecting a 'but'.
"But nothing," Logan said. "It's just that I think Martha's will be gone by then," he said. "Honor had it assessed, and the place is a money pit," he added. Honor hadn't wasted much time, she was always impulsive like that. Logan continued to explain how part of the foundation wasn't stable, there was some rotting and possibly termite damage even. There was only so much the light maintenance had helped over the years.
"Kind of sad, isn't it?" Rory inquired, wondering how Logan really felt about it.
"Only because we spent a lot of time there together… the rest… just pretentious," Logan suggested, shurring lightly.
"Remember that one time when we spent a whole night on that living room floor?" Rory recalled. It had been something so magical to someone her age at the time - snuggling up in cozy blankets on the floor, a picnic with chocolate dipped strawberries and a blazing fireplace. Making love like that had always seemed something that only happened in Hallmark movies, but to Logan these ideas just seemed to come naturally. None of it had felt like a cliche. She'd truly wondered from where Logan had been getting these ideas - how did he learn to do things like that? Be thoughtful like that… And do all that without prime role models.
"Do I ever…," Logan mused and kissed her.
His lips were soft and warm, and very inviting. The kiss intensified by the second, the two beginning to melt into each-other. Tiny movements in the position of their legs, arms and hips making it very clear where this was headed.
"Are you sure she's asleep?" Logan asked, being bothered by the presence of Em in the house more than he'd expected. It almost felt like he was on Em's turf.
"I'm sure," Rory giggled, having never seen Logan hesitate like that.
Her hand reached down between them, making it explicit what she wanted.
Logan made a mild hissing sound, definitely not a sound of disapproval, as he exhaled. His lips landed on her neck, almost feeling her pulse on his lips.
Rory wasn't quite sure what Logan did differently when it came to her neck, but there definitely was something. It made her weak to her knees, her stomach swarm and a little lightheaded. Sometimes she even wondered whether it was something between the two of them, their chemistry, or just something Logan was so exceptional at.
Logan's arms caressed her ass, slipping inside her pajama pants from the back, as her palm continued to rub his length up and down through his boxers. There was always that intensity in his kisses, anywhere on her skin really, that showed in his neck muscles.
Sloppy Boston t-shirt or not, his hands were needy too, slipping, taking turns, under her shirt, that held a bare pair of breasts, nipples notably protruding, or nudging her pajama pants, along with her panties lower quater of an inch at the time.
Rory soon pushed off his shirt more decisively, pulling it over his head, and kissed his neck in return, and pushed him to his back. She climbed to straddle him, her pajama pants still not completely gone, just pushed lower on her hips, but the way their centers, his growing and hers moistening, were rubbing against each other already, even through the layers of fabric was kind of delicious too.
Rory kissed her way down his muscular chest, at times glancing up at him, which he responded to with a satisfactory grin. Especially when she reached his boxers which she didn't move straight away but kissed his arousal first through the fabric. She returned up to kiss his lips, rubbing her breasts and nipples against his erection, teasingly. She wasn't done with him though, just teasing him a little while longer. As she returned lower, she took his boxers along with her, the already throbbing cock jumping free from its confinements.
She definitely surprised him a little as her lips didn't touch his tip first but began lower, first gentle kisses, soft strokes. She continued her teasing for quite a while, leaving him waiting for the first time her lips wrapped around his shaft.
Logan struggled to hold back a loud grunt, and bit into his hand, but his eyes spoke of utter enjoyment. There wasn't a sexier sight, as she bucked up and down, her deeply horny, wild, gaze meeting his.
As she began to taste him more deliberatly, realizing he wasn't very far, she made another move which came as quite a surprise to Logan. She stood up on the bed, the vaulted ceilings in this room opening the place up nicely. What was even more fascinating, however, was the fact that Rory hadn't bothered with the curtains, and the two large windows overlooking the side of the house, no other houses nearby as far as he recalled, would've shown her undressing to anyone who passed. There was probably nobody there, but this slightly exhibionistic move was something he hadn't seen on her before. She truly did feel free out here.
One item of clothing at the time, she tossed them to the floor, not hurrying. Logan's arousal twiched, the cool air from the movement adding a different sensation.
Logan had seen a share of gorgeous women in his life - models or girls who could've been models - tall and short, skinny or ones a little bit more curvatude, big breasted and those with barely an A cup, but there was something inherently unique about Rory. How she moved with just a hint of innocence, how her angles moves when she made an effort to look sexy - the latter being completely unnecessary. She was always sexy in an understated way.
She sank down to her knees and climbed back on top of him. Their lips met, her hips already making waves, getting their throbbing strategical areas to gently touch. Delicious. Rory was taking care of her own foreplay like this, which the moisture between her thighs didn't seem to really require.
Logan's hands cupped her breasts gently, continuing to graze the nipples a little more roughly. But this whole setting was so tranquil, he wasn't aiming on any rougher moves than that.
"God, you're beautiful," Logan murmured in a low tone.
Rory smiled humbly - the way that it looked the most beautiful to him.
Rory could just feel his cock radiating warmth and there was nothing more she wanted than to feel it inside of her. Her damp folds made it's passage easy, but her sensitive flesh still made the sensation heightened as it entered her, making her want to grunt much louder than she let herself.
A quiet, "Ahh…," was all she let her escape her lips.
"Oh yeah," Logan encouraged, lifting himself to his elbow, wanting a taste, or rather to feel the texture, of her nipples. There was just something so primal about that feeling.
His one hand fingers were digging into her thigh, but let go as he decided to make it very difficult for her to stay quiet. First slowly, but then with increasing intensity, he rubbed his fingers up and down her clit.
"Oh, f…," Rory grunted, continuing to move up and down, her head falling back.
She felt like she was in overdrive now, feeling like she was going to explode around him at any second. But her hand stopped him, wanting to delay it a little further and simply held his fingers there on her special spot. She guided his fingers, along with hers, to reach between them, around his member as it moved in and out of her, creating an even narrower passage.
"Oh yes," Logan hummed. Rory loved watching him lost in pleasure just the same.
It was at that point, Logan seemed to gather some inner strength, or simply lost his patience, as he turned the two of them over to their side, and then Rory to her back, taking charge by pushing her legs onto her stomach. Slipping out of her just for a second, he licked sloppily over her lower lips and then without delaying it much further thrus into her again, a little posessively even.
They'd tried this a long time ago, but it wasn't one of their more frequent poses. Once Rory had even said it hurt a little. But this time, it seemed to hit just the right spot, even diminishing some of Rory's worry about her perhaps being not as tight as in her early 20s. This pose made her feel like he was even bigger, never wanting him to stop his thrusts that were quickly gathering more momentum.
She reached down to rub herself, which he watched hungryly.
"Cum for me," Logan urged, holding himself back, wanting to make sure she got off first.
She looked into his eyes as she continued to rub herself, his deep pistoning moves making her eyes fluctuate between closed and open, the deeper connection between them only adding to their joint desire for a release.
She could definitely feel him coming close already as well, and knowing that she could do that for him, still - after all these years - did wonders for her ego.
"Fill me," Rory grunted, holding back on volume, as her core contracted around his length, a wave of warmth travelling all over her body from her core.
Logan held onto her thighs firmer, and made perhaps a dozen deep and rough, carnal, thrusts, thrusting into her through her climax, not giving her the option to come down from her high but making it longer, one orgasm carrying on into another, and finally exploded himself, her words having hit just the spot.
They lay there spent, breathing heavily.
"Oh god, I'd want to sleep naked with you tonight," Rory hummed to his ear some minutes later, the endorphines rushing through her veins. She loved how they sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and fucked, still half-asleep. She loved how sloppy they got, how organic and how there was never a question whether it was okay… how he was hers and she was his to take whenever they felt like it. She loved waking up soaked, smelling of him, their combined sweat and juices.
Logan responded with a deep, warm, kiss, after turning to his side. He would've loved that too.
"I really do want to give you a baby…," Rory purred into his ear, as he held her close. There were fears attached, naturally. But she just wanted them to get their chance, she wanted to feel what she'd once already felt - she wanted to carry a part of the man she loved inside of her. And she knew damn well what this meant - she didn't have a lot of time to waste. There was so much to overcome, so much to ease Em into...
Logan didn't even know what came over him, but he shed a small tear as he was snuggled into her neck, holding on as for dear life. God, how he wanted this with her. He could only hope it would be possible, that she wouldn't get hurt in the process… He wasn't sure if he could live with himself if something happened. But, damn - how he wanted to put a baby in her. He wanted to undo her pain, unsure if that was even possible, he wanted a do-over, a Hail Mary, a time machine… he wanted nothing more than to see her happy.
