AN: Double smut chapter. :)


Chapter 104

October 9th, 2016

It was like a silent movie. Not black and white, the warm tonality of the hunter-green room and their unintentionally color-coordinated reddish clothes making it more vibrant than that. Dimmed lighting. A scent of pine and something spicier - bergamont perhaps. Pitch darkness and the rustling leaves outside the Inn window. Neither dared to say a word, afraid it'd break the illusion. One last time. One final wild ride. The culmination of it.

Rory's two fingers grazed his chin for what felt like an hour as she looked at him, really studied him, before her lips touched his again. Her kisses were soft and delicate, like butterfly wings against his, but this didn't speak of hesitance, but rather of savoring this.

Logan inhaled her breath for a second, pulling her as close to his chest as he was able to. It didn't matter that there were still layers of clothing between them, he could just feel how it didn't even really matter - all that while he could swear he felt her heart thump in her chest. It made their breathing synchronize.

His hands traveled upwards along her upper-arms and cradled her face. While her delicate fingers began to unbutton his waistcoat, the kiss intensified, electrifying the unforgettable attraction. It was the kiss he'd longed for the whole night, all those touches that he'd wanted to happen but he'd hold off on, unsure where they stoof. He was no more certain now, but she was here, here and now. As his hand moved up from the nape of her neck, his fingers tugged at the hairband that was around her pony-tail, wanting to feel the softness and inhale the deeply intoxicating scent of her hair. It was not something one did with just anyone. Inhale. Once more.

Logan could feel her lips forming a smile through their kiss, almost victorious to cast the thematic waistcoat to the armchair in the corner of the room. His shirt was next, and he wasn't far behind, the gentle strokes on the curve of her back, descending along with the zipper of her dress.

It was almost more nervous than their first time - all this pressure of making these memories last, a final goodbye. Intoxicating like a lucid dream.

This was like a delicate dance, knowing someone's body this well… even if a lot of things were unspoken. Like this they were honest. They did nothing they didn't want to, feel like… Each contact of the skin sent jolts through their bodies, as the final layers were shed. Slow and lazy kisses tasting the skin. Hot air against a sensitive nipple. The evening shadow on his chin grazing her side, tickling a little.

Their scents were a little musky, considering the lateness of the hour, but neither really cared. They'd done it all before. And now - it was now and never again. The first thrust encompassed the mind to an almost mind blowing extent, ensuring no sad thoughts were allowed to approach. This was not the time.

There'd always been trust, even if they hadn't spoken openly about everything.

This wasn't about anyone taking the other, it wasn't about persuasion or proving something. Not even about showing off or losing oneself in the other how it had been time and time again as the means to get away from everything else. This was just the natural course of events, the only way this could end - wave-like moves, speaking of the hunger within their souls, carrying them towards the shore.

There was no rush. No desperate need for the climax, so they climbed towards it several times, not wanting this high to end. Not wanting the touches to stop, not wanting the joint air they breathed to not contain the other's essence.

Yet there was still a point of no return, a moment when the right bundle of nerves could no longer withstand... The way her eyelids fell shut, as the waves of the high traveled to each cell in her body, was one of the most gorgeous sights to him. She looked almost blissful like that, enlightened, her cheeks getting an almost dreamy, golden, glow. Logan buried his nose in her heat, radiating neck as he came moments later, taking a deep breath. Remembering this was survival skill.


January 1st, 2022

Logan had hung out with Rory, who was now decently rested, and Em for the whole afternoon and evening. He was a little tired, Em's high energy having taken a decent chunk out of him. But he was used to long days and few hours of sleep even if it wasn't his recent reality. In part his will to stay up with her, and no go to his apartment to nap, was about him having missed her last night, and on her side also being shocked and a little traumatized by what had happened. For a moment things that had felt so safe and solid, had not been that anymore.

The entire day had been turned around, lunch with Finn postponed among other things, as more urgent matters had overcome their day.

Rory truly didn't feel like she wanted to part from Logan either. Tomorrow a lot of things would change - Logan would need to care for a puppy, who probably didn't like to be left alone much in the beginning, and the day after that Rory was due back at work. She hated to admit it but she already dreaded it a little. Maybe Logan's words were indeed getting to her. She wasn't yet sure if that was a good thing or not. This holiday had been good for them, getting them from seeing each other to really being with each-other. Unconditionally. Her responsibilities spread out onto the two of them as team, same with his own issues.

Rory returned from upstairs, having put Em to bed, and snuggled into Logan's side on the couch. Logan put away the book - the Empire of Pain - that he'd begun reading while the girls had watched TV, to the side.

"I don't want you to go," Rory murmured quietly into his chest a moment later.

While Logan had slept in this house time and time again and there had been Nantucket, they still hadn't crossed that line to have him stay over at her house while Em was in the house. They'd taken it as given, that they'd continued as they'd agreed before the holidays. For the purpose of giving Em her space with her mother, so she wouldn't feel like she'd have to share her. At least not until they moved.

Logan kissed her hair and stroked her shoulder with his thumb, his arm draped over her shoulder. He didn't disagree, but didn't want to push it. The past two weeks had contained enough excitement, enough announcements… and tragedies. It was better this way. Em needed some stability because more changes were on their way. But neither felt parting just yet was something they wanted to do. Despite Logan being tired, he knew this was reason enough to want to stay awake a little while longer, delaying his departure.

"I love you so much, Logan," Rory exhaled, feeling a little emotional, glancing up at him.

"So much it hurts," Logan assured, responding with a similar statement, and pulled her a little closer.

"I just need you to know that I am in no way objecting to you taking care of yourself," Rory said, with a heavy sigh. She wasn't sure she should even bring it up, but she truly didn't want to leave this conversation until next week. "As much time you need to go to therapy, be alone… if that's what you need. I just want you to know that you can tell me things… you don't need to hide if you're not feeling at your best, okay? Not from me," Rory added.

"Is this about Luke?" Logan asked, feeling this was all coming out of the blue. Sure, they hadn't talked much about it since that night when she'd just let him be, held him, allowing him to be less than strong, less than perfect. Even that was something he hadn't had a lot of experience being this openly, even wordlessly.

"Not just.. Just… I don't want to wake up one day and find out you're in a place that bad that you can't get out of it anymore," Rory explained. Whether she liked it or not, she did compare situations - she didn't want to wake up one day and discover Logan gotten lost in his former issues, self-destructive behavior or worse. "That I want to help, aid… support," she added, speaking with 'can do' power in her tone.

"You know, that is not what this is…," Logan began and took a deep breath. "This is about defining myself, accepting some of the past. Forgiveness - and not to you," he added. They'd already forgiven each-other. "What to take and what to leave and about moving forward. This is not about self-destruction, not by a long shot. I feel more support and love from you than I have ever felt in my life. And sure - sometimes I feel like I need to be strong all the time. I do feel like talking to you about some things from the past will just end up with you feeling upset about it, me needing…. wanting to comfort you… but I have felt bad too and I am not even sure if I have processed all of it in a healthy way yet. That's what I need Birdie's help with," he continued, referring to Dr. Riggs by her first name. "But you don't need to give me space, I don't need us to slow down - that's not what I meant," Logan explained, his eyebrows frowning a little. Space was the last thing he wanted. He needed her to understand that.

"Well, you might…," Rory continued, with a light shrug. It was not that she liked that scenario, but she needed him to know that it was okay. She needed him not to resent her. "I need you to not worry about me or about staying strong for me. I've been unwell, unhappy… but I've been strong all on my own for years. I just... I can't help but to worry about you," Rory sighed.

"I promised I would not leave you. And I meant it," Logan assured, brushing his lips against her hair again. "I mean that both physically and mentally. That means I refuse to shut you out. If it iz something heavier then I might... hold off until I understand it better, and even if that means I'll talk to a therapist first…," he added. "But I will tell you, I promise," he exhaled.

Rory raised to her knees and wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck, hugging him, then remained there with their foreheads touching, not wanting to let go.

"I am not going anywhere," Logan reassured her. "You may have asked me to marry you, but I would have asked you myself if you had not. I might have forced myself to hold off a little longer, not having the best track record with your responses… but I would have," he added, half teasingly. He didn't like all this heaviness. This had been a good day all things considered, and tomorrow promised to be good as well - he didn't want to wake those less than good thoughts.

"Logan…," Rory chimed, punching his shoulder playfully.

Logan wrapped his arms tightly around her body in a raunchy manner, almost shifting her balance so that it made sense for her to climb to straddle him, instead of pulling away. Rory giggled at this development.

"I really don't want you to go," she said, suggestively, her giggles subsiding. Her upper teeth grazed her lip.

Logan's neck stretched out to kiss her, his move seeming almost a little aggressive. But it wasn't. The kiss was soft and gentle, yet the flutter that intensified within them took them soon to needier heights. She kissed back, trying to mimic his lead.

Her scent, her flavor - it all invades his senses, not that he wasn't already going around, his mind immersed in her, especially here. His fingers curled into her sides, his forearms overlapping on her back, holding her as close as he could. It was as if holding her like that could make their bodies one. I'm never letting go - echoed in his braind.

The cool metal of her ring acted as a reminder of the mutual promise as her fingers ran through his hair, massaging his scalp slowly. The kiss hardly broke, only perhaps for a few seconds to catch one's breath, leaving the body tingling and feeling like there was no-one else in the world at that moment.

Rory's knees on either side of his body, shuddered, her feet flexed, the need to be even closer taking charge.

"You know… this is definitely not what we agreed to do," Logan teased, but his tone was such that it made it clear he didn't want what her hips were doing to end either. The friction was too delicious for that. But this was the living room, just out in the open like that. And Rory had explained more than once how the walls upstairs between her bedroom and Em's were paper thin, sometimes even so that Rory would know when Em was up with both of their doors closed. So the upstairs was definitely not where they'd continue this, he knew already.

"But I don't want you to go," Rory chimed, sounding stubborn. She kissed him again, turning his stomach into an undeniable knot.

"I can see that," he murmured with a devilish smirk. He could feel it too, as he stroked her leggings around her thighs and ass, slipping between her thighs from around her, sensing the moisture building up already.

She grinded against his crotch a little bit more deliberately, bending her neck to kiss his. It tasted salty on her tongue, but there was just something intoxicating in that along with his rough beard brushing against her skin. By now she almost preferred it this way.

Logan made a few deliberate bucks upwards with his hips, as if attempting a test run, making Rory smile broadly, blushing from instinct. He wanted her that badly. It wasn't that she'd never had some adult fun in the livingroom, nor the kitchen for that matter… but she didn't want to spoil this by mentioning that she knew they had better chances at getting away with this here than upstairs. But her next kiss, more intense, urgent, impatient to hold off the want much longer, spoke of encouragement.

With a few hasty movements, his belt was unbuckled and jeans pushed off, and Rory had untangled herself from her legging. There was nothing graceful about the act of getting half-undressed like this. Partly in a hurry, partly about only wanting to get half-undressed to assure the possibility of getting re-dressed quickly if needed.

But time slowed down as she climbed back to straddle him, the warmth of their bodies now touching, his hands finding their way underneath her tank top, the softness of her skin contrasting with the hardness of her nipples. Her warm core, her lower lips being oh-so inviting as they enveloped his firmness, simply slowly rubbing against one another. Their kisses had grown sloppy and openmouthed by now.

The delicious grinding was almost torturous, their juices mixing, just barely inching closer to entering - but not yet. Rory rolled her hips again a little more deliberately, so that her clit would get more friction. It almost felt like she was using him a little, but he was definitely not protesting.

His broad smile spoke volumes - desperate to call her a little tease, but held off due to the open surroundings. But it was the one too enthusiastic roll of her hips that slipped him right in where he felt he belonged, causing his grin to change into a celebratory gasp - "Ahh..."

Rory did most of the work, thrusting downwards onto him, feeling energize, but didn't hurry. She wanted to feel him in her muscles for the coming days, as fresh as the memory could be. She needed to have her head clouded by his scent, mild deep-tissue bruising left by his fingers that were digging into her thighs, freshly imprinting to his brain they way they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

The look on her flurried face spoke of the high she was approaching, little by little, thrust after thrust. She was in charge, and he was unwilling to change that. She was using him but serving him at the same time - caring for him even. Logan made sure that she felt him in every other way he could - grazing her nipples, tapping on her clit, or even simply just diving into another mind-consuming kiss.

Much sooner than he'd anticipated, her inner walls clenched together, and the flushed skin exchanged to a more golden glow. That humble smile of hers as her breathing evened, stopping moving for a minute. It was as her eyes met his again, as he held her tight, and began to move her up and down his shaft again. This close to her climax there was a good chance he'd cause another one. Her knees were already weak, muscles exhausted, but they continued nonetheless - what else were they good for if not this.

Soon Rory could feel the warmth filling her, the grimace of holding off exchanging to one of relief and pure pleasure on Logan's face, making her grin widely, not even caring about her round two. This was all she needed. She'd needed to feel him, be filled by him, encompassed by him.

They paid no attention to the real-estate alert that popped up on Logan's phone, laying right there on the sidetabel, too lost in each-other. But there was no rush tonight. They would find their home.