AN: Some mild, not terribly graphic, smut. Just a quiet evening just the two of them.
Chapter 108
January 15th, 2022
"Knock-knock," Logan said, peeking in through the front door, having let himself in. He wasn't entirely comfortable with letting himself into this house to be honest even though he'd done it a lot by now. Somewhere in the back of his mind it was always Rory's house first, if he tried not to think about it being kind of Jess' too. He couldn't wait to move. Their own joint home being like some holy grail.
"Who's there?" Rory said, playing along. She was sitting behind her desk, her glasses on her nose, her laptop open in front of her, lifting a few sheets of paper from one pile into another. It was not how she'd planned on spending her Saturday, but this she'd done entirely voluntarily.
"A big bad wolf," Logan teasedhuskily, letting himself in, cast his coat in the rack, shed his snowy boots and walked over. He'd expected to find her in a more relaxed mode to be honest. Maybe picking out a movie for them to watch or piling the coffee table up with snacks, not hunched over her desk when they'd made plans.
"And I'm the grandma, I suppose?" Rory looked at him from over her glasses, but smiled flirtily.
"A very sexy grandma in that case. I always had a thing for older women," Logan murmured, jokingly, and kissed her neck from the side. It would've been too simple to just claim her to look more like a youthful Red Riding Hood and he was all about keeping things interesting.
That kiss was certainly a distraction, making her stomach flutter for a moment. She turned herself a little more and her arm reached out for his neck and demanded the kiss to continue on her lips. The welcome kiss left them both pleasantly hazed.
"Hi," she said, more formally as the kiss broke.
"Hey," Logan replied, happy to see her. "What's all this?" he asked, straightening his back, but leaving his hand lingering on her shoulder. He'd gotten the impression that Rory hadn't needed to work this weekend, her two days away from Chilton having left her ample time to get things done while she was at Smith's.
"This...," Rory began with a deep exhale. "I'm not really sure what it is yet," she added, but scrolled to the beginning of the document she had on her laptop to show him. She'd missed showing what she was working on to Logan. He was the most honest of all of her critics, and she loved that. He didn't sugar coat things. Jess was often overly supportive when she wrote anything, almost as if just thinking that any good editor would whip whatever she created into shape. In reality she could've done it herself with the right dose of constructive criticism. And Lorelai - she was always reading her work with pink glasses, hence she hadn't really read much of anything since before Em was born.
"A woman's journey from the 20th to the 21st century," Logan read out and noted the three question marks behind it. A working title, certainly.
"I found my grandmother's picture on the wall of honor at Smith's, even seeing her with her maiden name was so odd I just got into thinking how little I knew of her history. So I did a little digging…," Rory explained, going into what sources she'd already exhausted and how still having some contacts to get him access to some archives had come handy. She'd already felt something similar over at Nantucket but hadn't really gotten around to it. There never seemed to be a good time, there never seemed to be enough time - so she'd just gone ahead and done it. Make time for work that matters - right? So she'd put her Saturday with Em at Jess' into better use than shopping or cleaning as had been the original plan, and made her words appear on paper, or well… screen.
"Uh-uh," Logan responded, taking in what she was doing, but there was a certain tone of amusement in his tone that Rory noticed. This wasn't the moment Rory had given the piece, the story…whatever it was… to him to ready fully, but he'd glimpsed through the gist of it in this short time, being excellent at speed reading. He wasn't quite sure what it was right now either - something a little more than an article, biography perhaps… but it had some characteristics of possibly becoming something more than that. Either way it seemed too fresh to put any labels on it.
"What?" Rory asked, pushing her glasses on top of her head. She still wasn't used to wearing her glasses all the time, almost as if admitting that she needed them full-time meant that she really was getting older, and pretending to survive in the mornings while she was just reading her paper or other times watching TV would somehow prove she was not.
"Nothing bad, I promise," Logan replied. "You just look good like that," he said. She did look good, in more ways than one. She didn't look overworked, exhausted or frustrated at what she was doing, but he could see that fire in her that he'd missed. The low cut slouchy t-shirt she was wearing, exposing her clavicle and showing a decent amount of clevate, certainly didn't hurt either from his point of view. "It's kind of what I've been saying. Something like this is what you're meant to be doing…doing something you have that yearning for, that 'need' to know… and whatever comes out of it," he added and shrugged. "It doesn't even matter if anything comes out of it. It doesn't matter what comes out of it as long as it brings that spark to your eyes," he explained further. Even if it was just a hobby, he truly believed she needed it. Just like he'd needed a puppy.
"No that again…," Rory groaned, but not in a scolding way. She was just reluctant to admit that he might have been onto something, but she did appreciate his words - she had indeed felt energized like she hadn't been in years. Mostly she was just glad Logan was the one to whom she didn't need to explain this drive to. She'd seen a similar drive in him too once. She wasn't quite sure if she saw it now, not in relation to the work he did now at least, but then again she hadn't exactly seen him work much these past few months.
"You know I'm right," Logan noted, deciding to ignore her stubbornness, and pulled her up from her worn out leather swivel chair, wrapped his arms around her waist. The pull was sharp enough to cause her glasses to drop back onto her nose, so she needed to adjust them a bit.
"Oh, you are, are you?" she replied, cockily, but enjoyed immensely the firm hold he had on her.
The draw towards the other's lips was unmistakable - hot air against each-other's lips before contact, a delicious lick of the lips - soft, hot, wet kiss. It was sensual through and through.
"I missed you," Logan hummed to her neck, between his kisses and nibbles that followed.
"Did you, now? Loki not doing it for you?" Rory teased, slipping her hands under his sweater from the back.
"He licks a lot, but he does have a dangerous chewing habit...," Logan laughed.
"I don't…," Rory said flirtatiously, biting her lip. She had really missed him, she'd craved him - his touch, his firmness, his ability to leave her breathless. She'd missed him enough to have sex dream about Logan climbing in through her dorm room window, being back in a dorm type of setting at Smith's having inspired those naughty thoughts. But getting herself off wasn't really in the forefront of her mind right now.
Her next move was almost too much of a cliche, but she did it anyway. They hadn't been together long enough this time around and often in challenging settings with a kid around to indulge themselves in all of those cliches. Playing catch up whenever they had a place to themselves was the inevitable course of things with the two of them.
With her hands tracing his body she sank down on her knees, embracing her sexy librarian look, and unbuckled his jeans with a devilish smirk on her face. She didn't need to do it, Logan could've assured her - just being around here was more than enough. But he would've been insane not to enjoy the moment, not to enjoy that determined touch of hers. They were so far from satisfying each other just out of guilt or the need to impress - when they did something especially for the other then they truly and deeply wanted to.
There was an appreciative groan, as Logan's head fell back, loving the feel of her mouth around his arousal, having not paid too much attention to how she'd gotten that far this quickly, having feasted on her features instead. His fingers lingered on the back of her neck as her head bucked, the fingers slowly finding their way into her hair, the once firm pony-tail transforming into something that was barely held together.
There was no question he'd been exceptionally horny these past two weeks, not having seen much of each-other privately, and they'd even exchanged a few naughty text this past week. But finding a good moment to take care of his needs on his own hadn't really worked, the puppy, following him everywhere, making him feel like his every move was being watched. Logan wasn't used to an audience that innocent.
Rory looked incredible like that, the glasses being just the extra dot on the 'i'. And she was enthusiastic at it too, which made it all so much better. And if he read her right… this didn't just seem to be a part of the foreplay either. The sucking, the licking, the swirling… It was all too rhythmical, all too deliberate, just driving him closer and closer to the point of no return without remorse.
"I'm so close, Ace," Logan groaned, as the final warning. But as her moves only intensified, it was crystal clear what she aimed at.
It was the intense suction and the few final deep thrusts that did it, filling her throat with his cum. She swallowed, finding something incredibly powerful in this act. The look on his face, that utter look of relaxation and satisfaction, did wonders for her self-esteem, but it was his satisfaction that was the ultimate prize for her in this act though.
Logan turned, leaning himself onto the edge of her desk, needing a moment to regroup, helped her up and wrapped his arms around her, embracing her as the most valuable thing in the world, ignoring her slight giddiness. Despite being still a little light headed, he wanted to replay her. And it wasn't long until the fingers that had simply rested on the small of her back, her hips, were beginning to explore.
"I'm okay," Rory whispered, noting his advances.
"Come on…," Logan objected, feeling it really wasn't terribly fair like this. He had his fingers, his tongue, his lips - there were a number of things he could still do to her, missing seeing her orgasm at his touch.
"I'm just about to get my period," Rory explained, squinting her nose. She hadn't gotten it yet, but was expecting it - just feeling a little bloated and sensitive right now. She was kind of horny, but she just didn't feel like getting very physical or messy, especially downstairs. It was just one of these days where she preferred not to be touched.
"Have I ever cared about that?" Logan argued not too strongly. There were a number of times they'd been too horny to stop, to care, but he got it - sometimes she just didn't feel like it.
"I know, I know..," Rory sighed, knowing that once she did feel more up to it, she desperately needed to take him up on his word. Her brain was already entertaining naughty thoughts him fucking her against her desk, on top of the washer, maybe even against the wall like he'd done a few times back in college - not that she felt she was light enough for that anymore though. But it was a delicious memory nonetheless.
"You know I didn't come here just for that, right?" Logan felt he needed to say, still enjoying the placement of his palms between the waistband of her leggings.
"I know, but I wanted to..," she confirmed.
"You're an amazing woman," Logan exhaled deeply, sounding incredibly genuine.
"That's what I aim for...," Rory winked and pulled away, excusing herself to the bathroom on the first floor.
Logan re-buckled his pants, and helped himself to a glass of water, still feeling the situation was a little unfair.
"Did you have a chance to look at the ideas I shared with you?" Rory asked, as she emerged. Logan swallowed his glass of water in one go. It was not the sexiest change of topics, but it was real.
"Believe it or not, but interior decor has never quite been my thing," Logan replied, not recalling ever having paid much attention to what various decorators had done with her apartments as long as they were functional and not too girly.
"Yeah, but it's going to be your house too, you should have a say," Rory insisted.
"Okay… if I had a pick, I'd probably prefer the dark gray one over the all-white," Logan replied, humoring her. He really didn't care, as long as he got to live with her. He wanted the kitchen to be functional, the colors and style hardly mattered.
"You're sure?" Rory asked, being suspicious of the quickness of his response, not even having to open up his phone.
"Yes," Logan replied, widening his eyes a little and smiling.
It wasn't Rory's first preference, but she'd promised herself that since Logan did most of the cooking, he's opinon should be prioritized in the kitchen. She could live with either.
"So I'll decide on Em's bedroom, that's fine - right?" Rory continued, already having pretty much decided on a rather brave Scandinavian floral pattern in pink and white, feeling like this was her chance to really liven up her room.
"Of course," Logan encouraged.
"Our bedroom?" she asked.
"Hmm… I do like the sound of that," Logan murmured, wanting to kiss her again.
A quick peck later, standing around just enjoying each-other's touch, they made their way to the living room, and Rory certainly didn't aim to leave the interior decor subjects just at that and continued to lure out Logan's opinions on other choices she was almost certain on. She wanted the contractors to start as soon as the papers were signed.
"I'm not really sure what to do with the spare bedroom upstairs," Rory confessed, the nursery in her mind.
"Whatever you want - leave it like that, keep it neutral, go all out…," Logan listed options, the topic seeming much lighter to him.
Rory rolled her eyes at him. For one she didn't like him for being the typical guy who had no opinion on these things, even fearing that he might be like Jess who'd just object later and whine about a particular item for years to come like had happened with their living room rug or with plethora of girly items around the house - anything and everything from Hello Kitty alarm clocks to fluffy throw pillows.
But there was also the real issue, she'd been reluctant to really open up about.
"What?" he encouraged, sensing there was more to it than just her annoyment with his lack of opinion.
"It just feels like jinxing it a bit. Like whatever I choose to do with it it's taking a position - hopeful, fearful…," Rory explained with a couple of words too little. Hence it took Logan a moment to grasp what she was talking about.
"I don't believe that… I've told you - already the fact that you're willing to consider us having a…," he began, strangely fearful of saying the word.
"A baby, Logan. You can say it!" Rory budded in, not wanting him to tip-toe around her. They'd talked about this, and she needed to be strong for him too.
"Fine..," Logan exhaled. "Even the fact that you're even willing to consider us having a baby is more than enough for me. Whether that'll happen or not is out of our hands, right? Unless they tell us not to for whatever reason, it won't be for the lack of trying, believe me," he tried to make it sound light. "But I mean it - whatever position we take now, not knowing the odds - it doesn't matter. Yes, we might get our hopes up and we may get those hopes crushed, but those are good hopes, right? With friends like Paris, we know there are all these options out there so why let us get all fearful," Logan continued with a sigh. "I'm not saying that we'll need to use those options, not at all… just that there's more than one way to do this, we have those options. We also have the option to change our minds completely, focus on working towards something else great instead, have loads of friends over and just not worry about it. If it happens, it happens," Logan tried to appear positive.
"So I should just select a wallpaper at random?!" Rory responded, still not knowing what to do. As this was essentially what it came down to.
"That or just leave it neutral. We can always have it done later, can't we?" Logan suggested.
"I guess," Rory sighed. She was clearly a little hormonal - more sensitive, grumpy, easily frustrated, but she remained strong on steer will, not wanting to be the one consoled that night.
"So we're good, right?" Logan asked, taking her hand.
"Yeah," Rory agreed, but snuggled into his side instead, wrapping her arms around his chest.
Logan kissed her hair.
"You were right, you know," Rory admitted, giving in.
"About what?" Logan asked.
"About the writing," Rory confessed. "It feels good," she sighed, almost like admitting defeat, except it wasn't defeat but a small victory instead.
"I know...," Logan replied, smugly, but knew better than to push it. This one she needed to figure out on her own. He couldn't be the one to tell her to quit or change her life around, she needed to balance things out herself.
"How was therapy yesterday?" Rory asked, not aiming to drill him, but just wanted to touch base.
They stayed like that for the rest of the night, occasionally glancing at the pet monitoring app on Logan's phone to see what Loki was up to, home alone, and talking. They weren't solving anything right then and there, but at least neither felt the need to hide what they thought or felt. It was a huge step forward, and that alone felt liberating.
