AN: some smut ahead. In part from the series s6e3, in part my own..
Chapter 157
August 24th, 2005
The 45 minutes wait at the nursing home, watching Rory replace records and manage the 4 o'clock dance class, was tortuous. Even in her tennis shoes, a casual skirt and a white uniform-like shirt she was hot, and having just kissed her before, twice, maybe three times in total even, tasting her and smelling her - really hadn't helped. He felt like he'd been caged for the past six weeks.
He'd not only missed the sight and feel of her, but also just her voice, the way she made everything sound so cute light, and hauntingly sexy. He'd dreamt about that voice speaking sweet naughtyness in his ear. He believed she must've known what he aimed to do with her the minute they got somewhere private. He wasn't even sure he could wait that long.
Six weeks in Europe - all the party capitals of the Old World - something he would've enjoyed immensely a year ago, had turned out to be not so fun at all. Sure, it had been fun, hanging out wiht the guys was always fun. But it had lacked that one thing he wasn't really used to being without for that long. He'd even come back a few days earlier than the guys, simply having not been able to wait any longer.
Damn, Logan was horny.
Sure, there had been girls - but he'd never done more than talk to them. Sure, some had tried clinging onto him, making some physical contact inescapable, hoping for something, but he'd remained cautiously sober enough to avoid those girls getting the wrong idea. He'd even talked about Rory to one of them, which had been kind of a odd moment for him, while the girl's friends had been making out with Colin, Finn and one of their buddies at a club in Saint Tropez.
He'd gotten disappointed sighs and several 'what a shame'-s along the way. He'd even gotten blamed by Colin and Finn for ruining their reputation. Thankfully they'd soon realized this was actually making things easier for them as many women, dissapointed at not being able to get the most attractive one of the bunch had then found the other too even more alluring.
It had been one of the hardest 6 weeks of his life if he thought of it, it was like a test of sorts - seeing if he could do it and honestly, he hadn't been too sure when he went on that trip that he could. He'd wanted to, but he just didn't know himself that well yet to know if he trusted himself enough, especially if under the infleunce. But while hard, with challenge of wanting to prove to himself that he could do it and respect for Rory in mind, it hand't been that hard at all. Until he'd finally had enough, walking in on Finn fucking a coctail waitress in the hotel elevator last night in Copenhagen, the girl pushed up against the wall. The visual, disgusting and hot at the same time - really hadn't helped.
"I'm done," Rory said, cheerily, as she came from around the corner, finding Logan waiting for her at the hallway of the nursing home. She already had her handbag with her and was tucking away her name tag.
"Yesss!" Logan exclaimed as he rose, pulled her close, and stretching out his neck kissed her again, his hands going around her in an instant.
"You missed me that much, did you?" Rory chuckled, sensing where this was headed. She was flattered too, but what Logan didn't know was that she had missed him physically like she'd never missed anyone before. Being with Logan was addictive.
"Tell me about it," Logan said, letting his head fall back wit a chuckle, a broad smile remaining on his face. And he could tell this was something Rory was actually really enjoying hearing too. They hadn't talked about a set of rules for this trip, except those they'd set when they first became boyfriend and girlfriend - they were exclusive. But they hadn't gone into detail when he'd embarked on this journey of his - they weren't that comfortable talking about everything yet, worried to distrubed their balance. But Logan was definitely surprised by how much he felt knowing this meant a lot to her too, that she would've been upset had he failed her. Nobody had ever cared that much.
They made their way towards his Porsche, and he opened the car door for her before getting in himself.
"My place or yours?" he asked, without embellishments, still smiling broadly.
"Mine," Rory declared, knowing it was closer. "Grandma and grandpa are in the City tonight, all night," Rory added, a broad smile on her lips as well. Logan was frankly too distracted to be driving - the image of that little minx in the innocent Rory Gilmore surfacing, being the hottest thing he could imagine. She'd really missed him too, hadn't she?
They were kissing almost non-stop by the time they reached the poolhouse, nearly tripping on the way on a garden chair. Their hands were everywhere, not caring if the neighbours or the maid caught a glimpse of them - his under Rory's shirt, a couple of buttons already undone, Rory unbuckling his belt as she used her other hand to unlock the poolhouse door. The door finally opened with a jolt. Logan pushed the door closed behind them with a loud thump. They continued making out by the kitchen counter which provided some stability for a moment.
Logan was completely hazed by want by then, and Rory could see his hunger in his eyes. She couldn't get enough of him either, she needed to be touched - re-awaken after more than a month of hibernation in community service uniforms and covered in road dust, mind numbed by D.A.R meetings. This actually made her feel alive.
"The couch," Rory managed to mumble, as he was unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. She was not yet this advanced to suggest doing it on the kitchen counter, despite knowing people did that in movies sometimes.
Logan toed off his shoes on their way there, eager to shed his clothing as well. His pants were already feeling insufferably tight, and what Rory's hand was doing, stroking it through the layers of fabric, really wasn't helping.
Logan unbuckled Rory's skirt, and with a gentle pull the denim skirt fell to the floor from around her hips. She shoved her shoes off along with it.
"Ah… I've missed those panties," Logan mumbled, appreciatively. They weren't the sexiest thing she owned, but he remembered this particular item of clothing well. A low pair of hipsters in light blue, some lace on the waistband. He loved how these showed through the fabric how turned on she was. He stroked her ass through their fabric a few times before letting his hand move over her sex as well, aiming to recreate one previous occasion as soon as possible.
Rory laughed and moaned gently. She wished she could think clearly enough in the midst of these emotions, say something along the lines of 'I bet you missed more what's inside of them' but that felt too dirty to her to say out loud.
Rory unbuttoned his pants too, and stroked over his rock hard member with one less layer in between.
Now on the couch, Logan's neck stretched out again, kissing her intensely, and Rory as wanted to feel his weight on her - there was just something incredibly hot about feeling him want her so bad - his crotch pressing down on hers. So she pulled him along on top of her.
Rory's shirt hung open now, allowing Logan full access to her bra, which thankfully was with a front clasp, which he picked up on straight away, opening it and went straight for her nipples, licking and kissing them while Rory clung to his neck, one hand aiding him to shed the shirt from his back. Damn those muscles, and she couldn't deny there just was something about his scent that drove her wild…
Logan's fingers worked their magic, now stretching out the fabric of her panties, being inside of them. Damn she was wet. He was also very relieved his bandaged finger was on his left hand, not his right or he might have hurt it again.
He was just about to lay a trail of kisses down her ribcage and stomach, but she stopped her.
"I need you," she said, quietly between moans, expressing the hottest one-liner he'd ever heard from her. She was so modest and quiet usually. But how could he deny her what she wanted. Besides, he couldn't deny that he was too desparate to feel her to really be sure he'd be able to hold off is he had tasted her.
"Ah, you need me, do you?" he teased, shifting things around by pushing his pants off his legs, along with his boxers, just before rememberin getting the condom from his pocket, and pulled her on top of him instead, pulling her panties off of her roughtly, tearing the fabric a little, followed by an devilish, "Oops," and a wide grin, and rolled on the condom, with almost no distance from her.
With their lips still on each-other, Rory lowered herself onto him, only needing some gentle guidance from him, and the two whimpered, a slight stutter going through their bodies as she enveloped him within her core. Warm, sweet pleasure.
If there was a moment for proclamations, this might have been it - but one held back, not wanting to interrupt them, not wanting to blindsight him. And the other was too inexperienced in putting emotions to words to even realize that this wasn't all just sexual what he was feeling.
Starting with gentle movements, up and down, they began building up to their high. Logan was aiding Rory a little by holding her by her waist or thighs, needing her to keep it slow, at times even keeping her completely still, not to cum too soon. But Rory was more eager, making deep and rapid thrusts, which made Logan grin - there actually becoming a little struggle in speeds. But eventually they found the perfect compromise, which ended up being like a good half-marathon. Deep and hard, but slow thrusts. The drug of choice. Their highs, not too far apart, were like explosions of stars, the warmth, the intoxicating euphoria travelling through their bodies into every cell. Mindnumblingly good sex it was - this was what one was supposed to compare sex to every consequtive time they did it.
Eventually - sticky, spent, their skin glowing and deliriously happy, they laid there panting for a minute, a comforter pulled up to protect the warmth that they'd created.
"I really missed you," Logan repeated.
"I hope it was worth the wait?" Rory replied, hopefully.
"You have no idea," he sighed, still out of breath, but kissed her anyways, his hand underneath the comforter squeezing her thigh, assuringly.
"I need something to drink," Rory said as the kiss broke, and picked up Logan's shirt from the arm of the couch, and pulled it on her, having once heard him mention how her wearing his clothes was the hottest outfit on her. She generally prefered them also over the guest robe in his bedroom, but that was understandable I suppose.
Logan removed the condom, and Rory gladly went ahead and disposed of it as she headed for the kitchen. At this point they still used condoms and pills, Lorelai's cautioning message still freshly in mind.
She returned with a glass of water for Logan, without him having asked for it.
"Thank you," he replied, accepting the glass, his left arm draped over the back of the couch.
"You're welcome," Rory chimed, and climbed back under the comforter, to his side. "I've missed this," she added, feeling like she was saying this for the millionth time in the past hour.
"Me too," Logan exhaled after having taken another sip.
"Oh, so you, Colin, and Finn didn't do a lot of cuddling in Europe?" Rory teased, still kind of curious whether there had been anything more while he was away. They had spoken over the weeks, about once a week or so, but she'd tried very hard not to ask about these things and even now, she didn't want to sound like the overly jealous girlfriend type. She was curious, but truthfully she didn't really want to know, hence joking seemed to be the best policy.
"Nah, mostly just hand-holding," Logan replied, smilingly. Truthfully he actually felt proud of himself too for having managed these weeks as well as he had. He knew it was a selfish way to think of it, but he was still learning.
"So is there any official record of this trip, or was all evidence confiscated at the airport?" Rory asked, simply enjoying the sound of his voice, his presence. It made her feel pretty special too that she'd been his first stop coming from the airport.
"I got pictures," Logan assured.
"Yeah? Can I see?" Rory asked.
"Hand me that," he gestured towards his messenger bag. He put down his glass while Rory handed it to him.
"Now, you realize if I show you mine, you have to show me yours," Logan teased again, and pulled out his phone.
"You saw mine about five minutes ago, mister," she teased back, with a smirk that didn't seem to disappear from her lips.
"Oh, I hate it when you work blue," he said, shaking his head. God, if he only had the energy in him he'd just go at it again. She was so sexy like that.
"Okay. Here's Colin sleeping on the train," Logan began, realizing this was a good method for keeping his thoughts on the more innocent trail.
"Uh huh…," Rory commented, observing the photos he was showing her.
"And here's Finn shoving carrot sticks up Colin's nose as Colin sleeps on the train," Logan described.
"Very mature," Rory pointed out.
"We try," he replied, not exactly feeling proud of this. It was strange - he'd never even felt ashamed for their debauchery, truth be told. But this was something - nothing that would stop him quite yet, but still something that gave him some food for thought.
"This is Gloucestershire, England…," Logan continued.
"It's pretty," Rory commented seeing a few views of cottages full of old English charm.
" ...where we attended the famous Gloucestershire Cheese-Rolling festival, a time-honoured tradition where brave men, such as myself, climb to the top of a hill with a large wheel of cheese, then proceed push it and run after it as it rolls all the way down," Logan continued.
"Shut up. Why would you commit that to film?" Rory couldn't believe him and took his phone.
"That's me, that's Colin, that's Finn, and that is the cheese," he added.
"So if you beat your cheese to the bottom of the hill, are you disqualified, or do you win?" Rory asked, not quite following.
"There are no winners or losers in the Gloucestershire Cheese-Rolling festival," Logan shrugged.
" Well there certainly aren't any winners," Rory replied.
"Tell me about it," he said, holding up his bandaged finger, which made Rory feel sorry for him. Poor thing.
"Who's that?" Rory asked, seeing a pretty blond in one of the pictures, her mood suddenly coming down from her high.
"Ah! Now that's the love of Colin's life, " Logan explained, wondering if he really was seeing a hint of jealousy in her.
"Colin fell in love?" Rory exclaimed with relief.
"Yeah. He met her in Holland and she doesn't speak a word of English, so she has no idea how incredibly annoying she finds him," Logan replied, laughingly.
"What's with the outfit?" she asked.
"She's a milkmaid," Logan clarified.
"Stop!" Rory exclaimed in disbelief.
"She has cows. She has pails," Logan elaborated.
"Colin fell in love with a milkmaid?" Rory reflected again.
"It's pretty serious, too. He ditched us and followed her to Amsterdam, where they've been hold up ever since. We haven't heard a word from him. I mean we assume he's gonna be back by the time…," Logan explained, suddenly running out of words. It had been so easy these past six weeks to avoid the guilt of everything. What had happened with the boat - the community service, and also with school. He still felt at least in part to blame for that, even if it was his father's doing through and through. He didn't know where his role in fixing this began and ended, he just wanted her happy, he didn't want to overstep.
"By the time what? By the time the cows come home? What? By the time school starts?" Rory attempted to guess.
Logan sighed.
"What? What's the matter?" Rory asked.
"Nothing," Logan replied.
"Logan, you can mention school to me," Rory said. She'd never expected him to avoid the topic.
"I don't want to bum you out," Logan replied, which actually sounded very sweet.
"Logan!" she chimed. "That is ridiculous! I'm fine. I mean...Look. Yale was a wonderful chapter in my life, but I've moved on. I have my work. I have my new pad. I'm just really happy with where I am right now," Rory tried to make it sound light and casual.
"Really?" Logan asked, more seriously.
"Logan, you don't have to feel weird about this. You go to Yale. Your friends go to Yale. How can we not talk about Yale?" Rory said, just for a second becoming very thoughtful at the latter. Did they even have that much to talk about if she really became what she had become? But she hadn't fully put that together either.
"I don't know," Logan agreed.
"Exactly. So, we both agree that the topic of Yale can never be off-limits," Rory assured. She didn't want it to be off-limits. She did miss bits of it, but for now she stuck by what she had said - Yale wasn't a place to wander around aimlessly at.
"Ok, fine. Well if you're so cool with it, then why don't you come meet me at Yale tomorrow and I can show you my new apartment and maybe take you to lunch?" Logan suggested. He was already hoping that showing the apartment would include testing out his new bed properly.
"I can't tomorrow because I have my DAR induction luncheon," she said, on one hand feeling good that her schedule wasn't wide open - it did gave her some sense of purpose and it was a job after all. But on the other hand - belonging to the D.A.R hasn't quite grown on her. While she was good at what she did, she couldn't help comparing herself to all those women who actually did something that had a big impact. She just tried to convince herself that her small impact mattered, that the fundraisers she aided to organize had a bigger footprint than she felt she had.
"Well, then, how about breakfast?" Logan proposed.
"Breakfast sounds good," Rory replied, feeling relieved he wanted to hang out with her bad enough to be flexible about it.
"I have to say, Ace, I like the new digs." Logan commented, enjoying the freedom this place brought. There was no Parris playing loud music during their private moments or counting the minutes to his departure. Just like he had his own new place, Rory had hers too - even if it wasn't total freedom, it was enough freedom for someone their age.
"Yeah, it's really nice, huh? You haven't even seen the bedroom yet," Rory said, actually quite liking the place now herself. It did make her feel more grown up, especially on those days where her grandparents were away.
"Wow!" Logan exclaimed, intentionally picking anything he could to just get another go at her, feeling already siginificantly invigorated physically. A guy his age, hardly needed much time to recover.
"What?" Rory wasn't quite following.
"Ok, fine! But don't think that this is gonna work a second time," Logan said, got up from the couch and headed towards the bedroom with the comforter still around him.
Now Rory got it.
"Oh, no, Logan, I didn't mean...No, I seriously meant that you hadn't seen the bedroom yet," Rory replied, first innocently, but then feeling more humoured by the fact. Maybe she was learning this flirtatious speak already, already feeling much more relaxed.
"You're making me feel cheap, Ace," Logan teased, jokingly.
"Logan! I swear, I wasn't working blue," Rory said, innocently, and followed him. This was going to be one hell of an evening, and there was nowhere else she'd rather be.
AN: If the point of this chapter is vague for you - then I plan on continuing with a part that'll tie it together tomorrow. But as the chapter got long already, I decided to dive it up into two parts.
