AN: some smut in this chapter... but also some more sensitive pregnancy related topics (but don't panic).


Chapter 150

April 1st, 2022

"You know, I have to say… this having Em at Jess' every other weekend does have its perks," Logan noted, as he emerged from the en-suite, freshly showered, wearing just his birthday suit and a wide grin. He'd just been out for a run, which almost always left him in a good mood, earlier while Rory had arrived home after taking Em to Lorelai's for Friday night dinner and dropping Em off. His muscles were deliciously toned from the physical exertion, a small glimmer of water droplets still on his back and hair damp.

Logan landed on the bed next to Rory, who had a couple of printouts on her knees that she'd been reading, her glasses on her nose, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and glasses on her nose. She was still working through the notes she'd made when talking to her mother about her grandmother, each time they met adding to that list of things a little bit. Lorelai was an invaluable source it seemed, event through they hadn't been that close.

Rory cast Logan an appreciative smile, but knew they were in no hurry to just do it, it was just about being together - their time, their time to do whatever they wanted.

Rory was already in her pajamas - a simple pair of silky shorts and a short-sleeved button up in white with red polka dots - sort of sweet and innocent, but definitely with a hint of sexiness when she wore it.

"Well can't disagree with that," Rory exhaled, letting the hand that had been holding a single page of paper fall into her lap. In the whole single parent thing the fact that she had a chance for a breather every once in a while had been a relief. And strangely enough she didn't miss the me-time that badly even. Being around Logan, living with Logan, had always come so easily. The only spat they'd had during these few months that concerned living together had been about Logan sometimes putting a near-empty milk carton back in the fridge, but beyond that he was a way tidier person than she was, and if anything it was Logan who had to do some adjusting to Rory's creative chaos sometimes.

"So what are you reading?" Logan inquired, glancing at her pages, as he slipped underneath the blanket for comfort. He loved sleeping in the nude if he could help it and with Em around, there weren't a lot of days he could do that, besides - the perks of Rory waking him in the middle of the night craving some attention was definitely enjoyable too.

"I think I thought of a title," Rory said, took off her glasses and rubbed her eye a little. Her eyes were a little tired from the long day, and she certainly didn't aim to spend the rest of the night just working - this had been just something to do until Logan got back from his run and showered anyways. As long as this thing she was doing was a hobby, she didn't feel the pressure to choose it over her relationships and just worked on this as slowly as she felt like it.

"Ah? Well, let's hear it," Logan urged, loving this side of her. They'd always discussed her writing and his work like this, their personal lives blending into their work seamlessly. The reason had been probably that the creative parts of their jobs had been a part of who they were for a long time. In that sense neither had ever been further from that situation - both were sort of doing what they liked as a hobby rather than their career at the moment.

"The First Cup of Tea," Rory replied gallantly. "Though an alternative would be 'The Last Cup of Tea' also," she added, beginning to doubt her original idea after she said it.

"Sounds posh," Logan commented, frowning a little, unsure if he was following. It reminded him of something published about British royalty or well...something her mother would read. It didn't have that sneakiness Rory's usually had, at elast he didn't see it yet.

"Of course I don't really know what it is the title of yet…," Rory began, doubtfully. "But I like how it fits the image of what most people think of my grandmother, and as that is probably a big part of the audience whatever it turns out to be... it might be a good idea," Rory explained.

"You always had that economic thinking, Ace," Logan commented, smugly, allowing her to explain further.

"But I want to trick the reader a little - because I want to show her layers. She wasn't just the president of the D.A.R, the corporate wife and most likely the world champion of stress-shopping. I want to show how she developed as a person, how she excelled at college, how she met grandpa, how she gave up being a great teacher for almost 50 years because her job was taking care of her husband's image. Changing of the times, business, standards, degrees of freedom... I want this thing to show how reputation isn't everything in the end. How it no longer mattered. How the stern exterior held feelings and insecurities, just like everyone does. How she just wanted to have a good relationship with her daughter, how she wanted my mother to value what she offered and how she just wanted to do what the hell she pleased in the end which wasn't that far off from my mother's usual behavior. They were a lot more a like than either dared to admit. Essentially I want the reader to sort of discover that the idea of first cup of tea at her circles that was a status symbol became obsolete, insignificant," Rory tried to describe her idea.

"Sounds like a novel to me," Logan replied.

Rory rolled her eyes at his first statement. Calling it a novel still felt very heavy, like an obligation almost.

"And you might upset a few readers in the process, but if you ask me - they could kind of use it," Logan added, laughingly quietly.

"Yeah, I might, but I am trying not to, and same goes for my mom. I don't want her to read it like I'm taking grandma's side, I've had my share of issues with her too," she added.

"Yeah, like that time when she invited that minister to talk to you," Logan chuckled, picking up her papers and tossing them onto the bed bench, not really caring if all of them got there. It wasn't like this was the final draft but just some notes.

Rory climbed under the blanket, placing her glasses on the bedside table, and propped herself up on her elbow, Logan already being on his side.

"You know, when Reverend Boatwright began going on and on about me getting the next guy the sweater I told him my virtue was probably in Fiji by now," Rory added, somewhat proudly. "I definitely said Fiji because of you, your stories... Even if you weren't my first technically," Rory added, humbly.

Logan stroked the side of her face, and laid a gentle kiss on her lips. She was incredibly cute like that, confessing some tiny detail from ages ago.

"But I do think you were my first in a way…," Rory said, staying close to him. She held some distance, because of her achy breasts, but she could definitely already feel the warmth of Logan's legs, stomach and an attentive, very soon fully aroused, member against her thighs.

"I think with you… I first really felt like I knew what I was doing in bed, and like I wanted to do better and be better but not just for your.. but for me too. Sex never felt like an obligation with you…," she explained, but regretted saying it as soon as she'd said it realizing it might have reminded Logan of Odette, hence she continued quickly. "I learned to enjoy myself… you always made sure I came… I felt like I had power for the first time in bed," Rory explained, blushing slightly.

In the past they's talked about sex, sure. But it was always either with almost journalistic objectivity, concerning topics like sex-ed in schools or development of the liberality considering sex, while drunk, joked about it or… on rare occasions just talked dirty or sexted. This was new and perhaps this was the outcome of their therapy sessions, even if not homework in this case. This was a new found intimacy - sharing the things one had never truly spoken about.

"Well, you are most certainly the first and only woman I've ever really loved," Logan admitted. Rory knew there were others he'd been in love with, but she knew what he meant - it was the same for her and that she'd told him before. One knew that because one had earlier relationships to compare this to. "And honestly, even in our very early days I could just feel how being with you, touching you… how that just felt so much more exhilarating. There may have been girls more adventurous or more brave, but that humbleness, the held-back sexiness in you that I got to witness transform - it's been an outstanding journey," Logan murmured and kept stroking her skin. "That first night in Hamburg…, damn... Or maybe even the first night in London when you came to visit me. I sometimes still get flashes from it. You were so powerful, so beautiful," he exhaled, having a clear visual of Rory riding him in the darkness of the room, just her outline visible through the streetlights that were illuminating the room.

Rory blushed, involuntarily but smiled.

"And now…," Rory replied, kind of craving a compliment. She was feeling more bloated than usual, with her breasts all sensitive like that and as she could already picture quite well that not all parts of pregnancy weren't going to be sexy, she was very aware to take what she got now.

"I wouldn't have anyone else in my arms every night - and I am the luckiest man in the world for the fact that I have you here with me," Logan said, kissing her neck gently.

"Ah…," Rory enjoyed the comment more than she'd realized, and wrapped her hand around his neck lazily. She'd always thought she was rather the kind of girl that enjoyed some roughness, that a show of passion was hasty, needy and careless - but Logan was definitely teaching her a new way of this - a slow and gentle kind.

"You realize, I'll get fat, right?" Rory warned him, half seriously.

"So get fat, don't care," Logan murmured, with a wide, carefree, smile. He'd seen the pictures of her pregnant from the last time, and frankly he was yet to see anything he didn't like, though he did realize that seeing something like that up close probably was different, recalling how Honor had been achy and physically not like herself at all at the time at the end of her pregnancies. But he refused to believe she could possibly stop looking sexy to him.

"Enjoy this body while you can, just saying," Rory commented, teasingly.

"Oh, I definitely will," Logan replied, huskily. His lips kissed her neck just at the right spots, kissing it as if it had a pair of lips to meet his, and it definitely brought her back to those lengthy make-out sessions they'd had ages ago back at the poolhouse's couch, 'looking for her keys'. It hadn't always needed to go further than that even, which had first surprised her - as Logan had never seemed the kind of guy to settle for that, and she had to admit that as the intimacy in their relationship had diminished over time, as they no longer spoke of everything during their later years, that passion had disappeared and replaced with things more practical. A lot less lingering, a lot less deep eye contact as if that was too deep to not hurt even if they hadn't really admitted that to themselves.

Now, however - she could stare at him for minutes on end without even making him laugh, and she did, as she soon continued to stroke along his muscles - neck, arms, chest, stomach - almost like an appreciative inspection.

She especially enjoyed the look on Logan's face, when her hand reached down to feel his arousal, and stroked it slowly, along with a few firm squeezes. Every couple of strokes she reached down even lover, brushing against his inner thigh and gently tugging his balls upwards, caressing them.

But this went both ways, and Rory waited no time to open her legs for Logan's hand, its fingers moistened by his saliva. She loved how he licked his fingers just before doing that. The fingers slipped in from the leg of her very short and relaxed silky shorts, touching her already puffy lower lips that were inexorably luring. She let out a deep gasp of appreciation at the first, super sensitive touch between her folds.

As a side thought - Rory was so relieved her libido hadn't died in the first few months like it had with Em. Maybe it was a sign this pregnancy was different? Maybe this was a boy?

The mutual pleasuring continued for a while, eyes falling shut every now and again and the expressions on their faces only adding to the need that was growing within them. Logan was getting more insistent with his moves - adding some more friction and speed, being already very eager to reach inside of her and curve his fingers upwards just the way he knew she loved it. But he didn't - teasing her more, until she finally shed her shorts. Rory wasn't being gentle on him either - covering the crown of his penis with his precum gently, following it with a firmer stroke downwards, taking her delicious time.

Logan's ragged breath was indication enough, he was already near-blind with want.

Rory already now thought forward to the ways pregnancy was going to limit their fun - their positions in bed for example, and while she was all for being taken from behind, she knew it'd get a little dull too, hence she made it a point to do what she could now to make things more interesting. But even now - there were positions she didn't prefer due to her sensitive breasts.

Rory pushed her hips closer to his, letting him know wordlessly what she wanted - not that there had ever been any confusion. She raised one of her legs onto his hip and urged him to follow her as she rolled onto her back, pulling open a couple of buttons on her night shirt.

Logan kissed her lips and neck again, carefully staying clear of her nipples this time, except for one very gentle lick.

Rory then did a move she didn't do that often, raising her legs high and bending them, giving Logan a very exposed visual of her. The blanket was now completely pushed aside, and Logan just had to show his admiration for her - with a similarly slow pace as he'd fingered her before, he let his wide and soft tongue slide over her folds. The warmth of his mouth felt incredible, hitting just the right nerve endings, almost pushing her over the edge already. Every touch on her skin felt heightened these days, and Rory's fingers that were in his hair, intertwining and tugging hit not too harshly were definitely expressing it.

As he finally pushed himself inside of her, his arousal, not his tongue, knowing she prefered lengthy deprivation until he finally did, she let out a heightened moan, which was like music to his ears.

This was definitely a position that allowed deep penetration, her legs now resting on his shoulders, as he leaned a bit forward, still able to kiss her but staying mostly clear of her nipples.

Logan didn't dare to go at it with full strength or speed, having enjoyed the slow pace of this build up, and the rhythm reminded him rather of a slow-paced thump of a heart. Still the thrusts were deep and steady, making Rory's eyes roll over as she was pushed once again further and further towards a climax. Slow and steady, like a steam train.

Rory could see his face become serious, knowing he was delaying his release, and that was always hot to remind her she had that effect on him, and she had that often. An orgasm rushed through her, her entire body tensing up momentarily and then continued to spasm, like ripples of waves carrying her into some parallel world. She must've lost consciousness for a second, in a good way, as the next thing she knew the sloppy sounds of his now more languid thrusts indicated he'd cummed too. His lips were cool as he kissed her once more and collapsed to her side, being just as sweaty as he'd been returning from his run. So much use of that shower…

After several minutes of gentle touches, his fingers against the inside of her thigh, panning, resting, Rory got up to go clean herself up and headed for the bathroom, tossing her shirt aside as she went, showing off her slim, gorgeous, form.

"Honor wants me to come with her to London next time, some time in May," Logan confessed a minute later, casually, having talked to his sister earlier that day. He'd already told Rory about his offer to help Honor in the form of consulting, and she'd been proud of him to offer, even if she seemed a little worried too.

"You think you're ready for that?" Rory asked, the sound of the hand shower in the background muffling her voice a little. She didn't mean to doubt his abilities, or his considerably improved resilience, but still - London was a big step.

"It's just a couple of days - 3-4 max, and she'll be there too. We probably won't get out of the office much and it might be good to see the people again," Logan explained, adding how Honor was very keen on coming back as soon as humanly possible.

The shower turned off.

"And Birdie agreed that it'd probably do me good to change the connection my brain has with London to something more positive. Naturally, I'd love it if you could come with me, that's be the top of the 'i' on making it positive, but I know you probably can't…," Logan continued, despite the quietness.

"Logan!" came a frightened, weak, voice from the bathroom.

"What?" Logan asked, as he pulled himself up and made it to the doorway of the bathroom in milliseconds.

"I'm bleeding," she said, her eyes already reddened, the light pink towel she'd been using having a small blood stain about the size of her thumb on it.