AN: Didn't feel like writing anything serious today, so today's chapter ended up being some rather graphic smut. If it's not your thing, just skip ahead.
Chapter 128
February 14th, 2022
It was approaching 5 PM, when Logan's phone rang. It took him a moment to find it, having left it somewhere in the living room on top of one of the many boxes that cluttered the room, most of them still unpacked.
"Yeah?" Logan answered, seeing it was just Rory calling. He was half expecting her to check in as she rode home.
He was tired from the move, no doubt - even if he had had movers to help out. Most of his energy had gone into making Loki comfortable, setting up safety gates, so that he had free reign in the living room, diningroom and the kitchen but not the rest of the house. At least for the time being, considering the puppy wasn't used to such a vast space. Even now the dog was sleeping off his exhaustion from all that excitement in the corner of the couch Logan had just finished unpacking.
"It's all done?" Rory asked, standing in the middle of her old living room, staring at a vast open space, just a small trash in a pile in the middle of the room, swept together neatly. She'd gotten back perhaps ten minutes ago, and managed to walk through the empty house in awe. She couldn't believe Logan had done all this for her.
"Far from done, it's a bit of a labyrinth over here with all the boxes, but getting there," Logan replied, feeling proud of himself. While the first floor was full of stuff, the second floor looked almost bare - the high number of bedrooms not really matching the amount of stuff they had even with Logan's stuff from the Vineyard.
Rory was definitely feeling a little nostalgic too, seeing the markings inside a cupboard in Em's room for example and noting the place where Em had been so determined on drawing her a book she'd drawn over the edge of the paper and right onto the floorboards.
"I guess I'll drive over then," Rory sighed, feeling like she was saying her goodbyes to the house.
"Jess is dropping off Em at 8," Logan replied, having called him and made sure he knew where to bring her.
"You called him!?" Rory asked, not quite believing her ears.
"Yes, I called him," Logan replied. "Was that okay?" he asked, unsurely. He'd called him mostly because he didn't want him going to the wrong house, there having still been some uncertainty on Friday how long the move would take.
"It's fine, just didn't expect it," she replied, feeling Logan was filling his role as a team-mate really well.
"Then get your butt over here, and help. I'd think you'd want to get Em's room set up by that time and I really don't know what to do with that room," Logan explained. Their bedroom he'd tried to get in order to the best of his abilities already, not aiming for perfection at this point.
"Yeah, I'm coming," Rory replied, and closed the front door of her old house behind her. She'd needed to come here anyways to get her car that stood in the driveway.
"I'm ordering pizza," Logan replied, knowing she'd appreciate it.
"Did I tell you I love you?" Rory said, barely able to wait to see him. Sure, leaving the old house was bittersweet, but the lightness she felt leaving it was dominant, casting a small smile on her lips and adding a bounce to her step. It had been home, but it felt like it had been just a temporary one.
Logan felt proud of the construction work he'd had done on the house, and the small incentive he'd added for them to finish in good time too. The floors were repolished and finished so they'd withstand Loki's claws better, most of the walls had gotten a fresh coat of paint, most room, except for Em's remaining as fairly neutral harbor gray against white trims. Most of the rooms downstairs had white blinds, providing ample privacy yet letting plenty of light in. Rory study, also known as the sunroom, was a bit of a enigma still - it having so much lightness that one didn't really want to cover it up.
Part of the back yard was now fenced off, and while it limited the view considerably, making it look less open when one glanced outside into the back yard compared to how it was before, it did offer a safe roaming space for Loki and for Em too.
Logan drank a glass of water as he kept an eye on the driveway, wanting to be there to greet her once the white Mazda pulled up into the driveway. It was a real treat to see that joyous hurry in her step, the way she looked all excited. He couldn't wait to hold her.
Not caring of the below freezing temperatures outside, Logan met her on the walkway in front of the house, not bothering with a coat, and was nearly caught off guard by the way Rory jumped into his arms, having not quite expected such enthusiasm. He held her by her waist, turning her around on spot.
The only logical thing to follow as he put her down was a kiss - sweet and gentle. There was a deeper craving just below the surface, and it took them some effort to keep that fine balance.
"Happy Valentine's day," Logan said. He'd actually forgotten about the fact in the midst of the move, and he had no jewelry box he was hiding this time. But he had a feeling that the move was quite enough.
"Happy Valentine's... ," Rory replied, but it really wasn't a priority in her mind either. "I just can't believe it," Rory breathed against his skin, the warmth of her breath visible in the cool air. She looked ridiculously happy, she was.
His hand extended to the nape of her neck, his fingers wrapped into her air and he sealed it with a kiss as if proving this to be very real.
"Better?" Logan asked, as the kiss broke, still holding her close.
"Much," Rory replied, but was clearly a little concerned of Logan being out in the cold. Romantic gestures were nice, but they were at a age where one also cared about the practicalities.
"Then we might want to get inside," Logan commented, taking her hand.
"Right, don't want to heat the outside, do we," Rory laughed modestly.
Rory was surprised that Logan had somehow even managed to think about the tiny details - the lights on the front lawn, even the 'Welcome home' doormat. They came to a halt just on that doormat to Rory's surprise, Rory having been admiring the house as they'd walked over.
"Oh no…," Rory fretted, shaking her head, seeing Logan eye her sneakily.
"Let me have this one, Ace," he replied, and didn't really have to wait for a reply with that humble, yet relentless, look in his eyes. Instead of the full-on 'carry the bride over the threshold' motion he settled for simply lifting her up, no more than a couple of inches off the ground, just like he'd held her a minute ago, and lifted her over the threshold while kissing her again.
The room had cooled considerably because Logan had left the door half-ajar and the welcome home gesture had taken longer than planned. But neither of them really cared. It was home - even if it was still not quite worked into one's muscle memory to walk around the house four o'clock in the morning, sleep hazed, or describe to the other by memory which light switch turned on the back porch light.
"So, did you find the dress?" Logan asked, leaning against the doorway as he watched Rory take off her coat and boots.
"I did," Rory replied, and wrapped her arms around his neck once again.
"Good," Logan replied. "I can't wait to see it," he added.
Rory smiled, not knowing what to do with the love she felt… "God, I hope you like it," she added, looking down humbly.
"I know I will," Logan assured. "I like you in anything - in layers, in leggings, in dresses… I like you even without any clothes at all," he teased, allowing his hands to caress her lower back, hips and ass.
"Well I am not going to walk down the aisle naked, Logan," Rory giggled, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Anything I can do to get you to walk around naked in our….new… home, perhaps?" Logan inquired, glancing around the space with his eyes, speaking slowly and seductively, slipping his hands underneath the hem of her sweater. Putting her lingerie in her drawers had made him miss her desparately at another level too.
"Ah…," Rory chuckled quietly, her neck falling back as she did. She knew exactly what he had in mind when he kissed her neck next, making his intentions very clear.
"You always looked great in gowns," Logan began and kissed her neck just below her ear again. "But I always preferred the part where I could strip them off of you," Logan murmured.
"I do remember saying you have an eye for dress sizes," Rory said, teasingly, her eyes falling shut as his hands glided across her skin underneath her sweater.
Rory's hands were not still either, the quickening of his pulse and breath, making her just want to feel all of him. Her one hand clung onto his biceps while the other intertwined to the back of his hair, massaging his scalp.
"That required undressing the woman in question with my eyes first, you see," Logan explained.
Rory shook her head scoldingly but her lips smiled broadly, trying to imagine him doing that during those very first times they'd met. His former conquests, the casual ones, didn't affect her anymore. Had he really already undressed her when she'd compared him to Judi Dench during their first real argument in her dorm hallway?
"Do we have time?" Rory worried about the practical for a moment. Turning off the mother mode was difficult sometimes.
"We have time," Logan exhaled, returning his lips on hers, needing to feel more of her and allowed the kiss to deepen. There was the pizza that was on its way, but right now that really didn't seem like the priority.
"I missed you… hotel rooms without you are such a waste…" Rory breathed out, Logan's kisses feeling so intoxicating on her skin.
"They are, aren't they?" Logan chuckled, and led her onwards to the study, moving backwards with his hands caressing her ass.
The study essentially just held her desk and chair, leaving the room a little echoy.
"I had a dream about you and everything," Rory stated, innocently, barely getting words out of her because Logan was already firmly stroking over the crotch of her jeans, as he'd moved her so that her thighs were leaning against her desk. Her desk would never be this empty as it was now, the setting being incredibly inviting.
"Oh yeah?" Logan inquired, liking where this was going, as he pulled her sweater over her head, letting it land wherever. Rory was left just in her dark grey bralette - simple, elegant. "Gorgeous," he murmured, and caressed over her breast through the fabric.
"That beard of yours was scratching the insides of my thighs," Rory confessed, speaking in a sensual and hushed tone, glimpses of her very frustrating dream from last night coming back to her. She caressed that very same beard as she spoke, and hearing her say those words he kissed that palm of hers, dipping her fingers into his mouth. Her other hand stroked over his stiffening arousal at the same time, having definitely missed it last night.
Logan had no intention to disappoint and began to unbutton and unzip her jeans, keeping his eyes on hers. It took him a moment to pull them off of her, the slim-fitting jeans having fit tightly on her body. He stopped to kiss her lips again, his hands trailing along her thighs.
Rory urged him to remove his henley shirt. It was strange how the once foreign-looking tattoos on his skin were now something she'd missed - the bad-boy imagine. Except he wasn't just a bad boy, he was all man, the fine lines on his face and the rugged look not hurting one bit how devilishly attractive he looked… and no boy had hands that were that capable.
Rory was already gasping from each stroke of his fingers along her panties. He didn't wait long to wrap his fingers around them and jank them off, letting Rory feel the cool air against her damp core just before he sank down on the floor.
"Just like that," she moaned, as his tongue touched her. Her gasps and whimpers guided him and Rory leaned back on her arms. Rory's hips gyrated against his tongue, needily. Logan's arms went around her thighs, assertively, holding her right where he wanted her, adding very soon a few fingers into his act.
Definitely very capable hands.
Her inner walls clamped around his fingers sooner than she'd expected, and he was relentless, loving to see her like this and didn't settle for just the one.
"Oh god," Rory exclaimed, feeling her legs tremble and her head get all dizzy after a particularly powerful orgasm.
Logan raised up from his knees, gently stroking over her still jittery knees and thighs. He kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. Rory felt like she was being spoiled by him.
"What else did I do to you?" Logan asked in a hushed, sexy, voice, enjoying the way Rory's hand was caressing him in return. His lips sealed against her neck again, knowing that he couldn't let her keep doing that for long, already feeling rock hard.
"I'll show you," she replied, with the sexiest smile she had to offer.
She rolled around, and laid her belly against the leather desk pad, keeping her legs closed and made a sexy tilt with one knee, presenting herself to him. She reached her arm underneath herself, welcoming him between her folds as soon as he cast away his pants.
The moment he felt the warmth of her core, he rammed in roughly. Rory let out a loud moan, pain mixing with pleasure, but very soon the pleasure won. Logan held tightly onto her hips, sinking his fingers into her flesh as his weight pinned her tighter against the desk. Again and again.
"Like this?" Logan asked, as he continued to move.
"Uh-uh," Rory whimpered in response.
Her nipples grazed against the desk through the thin fabric as his movements quickened. He was at it with intent, as if he had something to prove, his body already being too desperate for its release.
The movements lulled after he came but didn't stop, filling her with all he had to offer. Each time they did this now, and there had been many-many times, there was always that hope in the back of their minds, that maybe this time it was it, that this time they'd actually make it happen. It didn't matter they'd told each other that they didn't want to put that pressure on each-other - but there was certainly the want.
They were jolted out of their haze by the doorbell, both still sweaty, sticky and panting, Logan barely having slipped out of her. They were just at the room adjectent to the hallway, the door fully open behind them, but either way they seemed to be left with two options - get dressed quickly or...
"Just leave it by the door," Logan called out as loud as he could, trying to hold back the laughter. He continued to breath heavily. Loki had woken by then too, and let out a cute little bark.
Rory giggled as turned and clung to his neck, feeling the warmth of his body, wanting to savor their moment.
"Thank you," he added loudly, hearing the delivery guy comply, feeling thankful that these days he could tip the guy through the app, knowing he'd probably be a frequent visitor.
