AN: smutty chapter...but perhaps not the most usual. Kind of working blue, I guess. And sorry, if there's grammar / spelling issues today - only did a quick re-read due to lack to time.


Chapter 187

April 23rd, 2005

Logan hadn't slept this poorly since he could remember. Partly the scotch was to blame, but that was nothing new. But this time he'd twisted and turned, barely getting any sleep most of the night. He'd eventually dozed off around sunrise, his body desperately craving for some rest.

Sex would've helped, but after the pouty look he'd gotten from Whitney, who he assumed had caught a glimpse of him pulling Rory aside to make out with her in a corner at Finn's party, that door had closed permanently, it seemed. His fault he supposed - but he didn't regret it. He'd drank too much after that, but most of it had worn off as he'd walked back to Berkley that night, wanting to clear his head.

Rory was so different. It didn't fit into his head what it was about her. Being the one to proposition him in the first place was hot as hell, for one. But when it came to her looks, she certainly wasn't the cookie-cutter miss-America-type he was used to going out with. She was unique… and he was pretty sure half of her sexyiness became evident whenever she opened her mouth. Something about that tone but also intelligence that poured out of her.

As he finally woke around noon, the six hours having sufficed, his mind flashed back to last night - the way his sense of time and place got wrapped into a haze whenever they'd kissed. It was addictive. He definitely remembered her kissing back last night too, her fingers intertwining into his hair, massaging his scalp, the moment having felt like the ultimate intoxication until she'd pulled back leaving him with severe withdrawal symptoms. God, he wished she hadn't been that stubborn. But then again this was something he liked about her. And so did the awakening arousal in his boxers, as he lay in bed thinking of her, which he reluctantly adjusted along with a low groan.

He headed for the shower, aiming to relieve some tension. And that certainly helped, allowing his brain to set into problem solving mode. He was definitely not going to wallow, he was going to prove his worth - everything and anything to get another hit.

Half an hour later, Logan walked over to the coffee cart, his hair still a little damp, hoping to run into Rory as he hunted for some breakfast. His disappointment was notable when she was nowhere in sight - of course it had been a long shot from the beginning, but he'd hoped to repeat their cute meet. It would've been so much more organic than what he was going to have to do next.

With his Americano in his other hand he pulled out his phone and dialed the number. He knew he had some sweet-talking to do to get back to her good books probably after last night. But the way she'd kissed him back despite Robert being her date that night - she had to want him too, didn't she?

"Yeah?" Rory picked up her phone, having rushed over from the shower, just wearing her robe, her hair pulled into a loose turban. Her morning had also been a slow one.

"Good morning, Ace," Logan said in a chipper tone, not having to introduce himself.

"Logan, hey," Rory replied. "Isn't this a surprise?" Rory said, tilting her head so her turban would fall off and she could begin to towel dry her hair a bit.

"Listen, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I just had a weird evening, I wasn't behaving like myself, and I'm sorry," Logan said, though he was pretty sure Rory wasn't quite believing that. Apologies came easy to him, perhaps a little too easy. On his defense he'd had a lot of practice too.

"Okay," Rory said. "It's fine," she added, mentally adding that 'we all have weird evenings sometimes' being fairly forgiving when it came to him. But mostly she just wanted to hear what he wanted to say, being moved that he was calling in the first place. She'd definitely noticed his jealousness, there was no doubt about it. And while there were conflicting aspects to this - he had to say it made her feel pretty good about herself.

"I was hoping I could make it up to you," Logan offered.

"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?" Rory asked.

Logan was cursing internally, having not really thought of a good plan just yet. But he realized soon enough that this was not the time to be cheap with this girl that clearly had a line of men waiting for their moment if he wasn't up to the task, despite having initially considered her a bit of a wall-flower.

"How about dinner? And I've got a surprise for you later," Logan suggested, fibbing on the second part of his suggestion. He was just going to have to come up with something and fast.

"Um…, I'll have to check," Rory played along, wanting to fry him a little.

It took at least a minute before she replied, pretending to flip through her notebook.

"I might be available," Rory replied, her nose in the air almost involuntarily. She wanted to giggle inside.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at 7.30?" Logan suggested.

"Any hints on where we're going? A girl must know what to wear," Rory inquired.

I wouldn't mind seeing that Go-go outfit again - Logan thought but didn't say out loud. "You'll look gorgeous in anything," he said simply not really having a clue yet where he was going to take her.

As the call ended he dialed his favorite go-to places for dates like this - Il Palio, Sweet Basil and even SeaQueen. But he didn't seem to be in luck - Il Palio was fully booked due to a wedding they were hosting, Sweet Basil had gone under construction and SeaQueen…well he reconsidered the minute he recalled the last time he'd been there and gotten charged double for some stuff he didn't order. Naturally he hadn't bothered complaining about any of it, not with a date on his arm, but it was the type of attitude he encountered - people believed they could just take advantage of people like him. It was safe to place he was not going back there, the place was lucky if it was still on the map after a few months.

Finally he recalled this new place that had recently opened near Morgan Point . It was a seafood place, romantic and right on the water, but nothing over the top. He called.

"Amarante's, how may I help you?" the maitre d picked up.

"Ah, yes. I'd like to make a reservation for tonight. Two people. Ideally around 8?" he said, hopefully.

"I'm sorry, we're fully booked," the woman replied.

"Are you sure there's nothing to be done? The reservation would go to Huntzberger," he added, knowing that usually did the trick.

"I'll check, hold on, please," she replied. A couple of minutes later the woman returned the phone "I could get you an outside table at 7, if that's okay," she suggested.

As he was running out of ideas, he really didn't think long - "Fine," he replied reluctantly, knowing he was going to have to call Rory back.

"Hello?" Rory picked up her phone a moment later.

"It's me, Logan, again," he said.

"Oh," Rory replied, and Logan could hear a hint of discouragement in her tone. That gave him some hope that she might have actually been worried he might cancel.

"I'm just calling to see if it'd be okay if I picked you up at 6.30 instead? I know it's a little early but here's this cool new place that gets crazy busy later," he added, not mentioning how he'd been late booking them a table. "And it's on the water, so bring a sweater or something," he added thoughtfully. Even this level of caring was something unlike him. It was not like him to consider in this much detail how comfortable the girl would be when out with him - hence he made a grimace to himself, curious to where that had come from.

"Oh, okay," Rory replied, her mind already thinking what to wear. She actually didn't mind the earlier pick-up time as this just meant more time out with Logan, and less of a wait. Frankly, she could feel how badly he wanted her even through the phone, and that kiss last night had filled her mind with fireworks. She knew well enough where the evening was going to end up with kisses like that, and hopefully not just. She blushed just at the thought of it.

After several hours, which Logan had tried to spend catching up on his homework, reluctantly, Logan stood behind Rory's dorm room - H10. The room number was surprisingly easy to remember as it reminded him of the zero down-crossing wave height that he had actually learned during his sailing lessons.

The door opened, but all Logan really registered whas that glimmer in Rory's eyes, which lit up especially when she smiled. Rory was wearing a lilac colored sweater with a black accented deep v-neck, hot but casual at the same time along with her short denim skirt with knee-high boots and what peeked from underneath were knee-socks .

"Hey! You look wonderful tonight," Logan said, smilingly, definitely undressing her with his eyes. That outfit definitely had several perks - last night's naughty school girl look definitely still being around and it having relatively few layers to dispose of - being another. This definitely made Logan fight very hard not to just kiss her right there and steer her back towards her bedroom.

"Hey! Thanks," Rory said, nonchalantly, and excused herself not wanting to show how flattered she felt, to get her purse that had a pashmina tied to its strap. Even her purses were cute in Logan's eyes - this one being a small cross-body, sort of innocent, not necessarily going after the latest trends like Whitney, who had spent at least an hour talking about one particular designer last night.

Dinner was wonderful - both the food and the company, despite the light chill in the air, and conversation flowed organically - the two fluctuating between debating whether it was possible to enjoy a book if one hated its characters and overall discovering how the other's mind worked, both finding it incredibly fascinating. It didn't hurt that there were little glances - like Logan's eyes drifting down her neck, collarbone down her cleavage, that she never actually covered up with her shawl, little touches - the sexual tension in the air was so thick one could just cut with a knife.

They were back at Logan's dorm before 10 PM, Rory having made it very clear from the start that her dorm room was occupied by Paris who was in a cleaning frenzy, quite intentionally so there really had been no question to where they'd head after dinner and a short walk along campus.

Rory's boots were somewhere in the middle of Logan's living room, her shawl and purse along with them, since Logan had made sure Lanny made himself scarce. Logan thought the whole logic behind even having a roommate in the first place was lost on him, but apparently it was to teach him consideration towards others or something like that according to his father. Not that years in boarding school hadn't done that enough.

The way they kissed, Rory's hands hastily pulling off Logan's suit jacket, was intense. Their almost never-ending bruising kiss made both of them short of breath as they stumbled their way towards Logan's bedroom with the room barely lit.

Rory had never kissed anyone like that - with that much intent, like conquering something unattainable. She'd had marathon make out sessions with Jess that had definitely woken something inside of her before, she'd kissed Dean too - she'd had sex with Dean too - but then it had just felt natural, safe and the logical, adult thing to do. And neither of them had been poor kissers, but this was otherworldly. Rory was like a wildcat, demanding and usually gained a take-charge kind of attitude after a couple of drinks. Most importantly, Rory knew how much Logan loved that.

Logan's hand slipped underneath her 20-minute sweater, exploring her bare, porcelain smooth, skin underneath, while Rory was already unbuckling his belt, pulling him towards the bed by it.

Next, Logan's shirt was hastily unbuttoned, while Logan himself considered whether or not to even bother with her mini skirt. The knee-stockings on her legs were hot as hell in this combination and he decided against it, tugging her sweater over her head instead, her beautiful head of curled hair bouncing beautifully through its collar, leaving a whiff of… he wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was a scent that was inherently hers.

Logan's fingers wrapped into her hair, kissing her even more fiercely now, while he enjoyed immensely the way she was teasing the front of his pants by delicate strokes of her hand, while unbuttoning his pants teasingly. This almost made him want to kiss her neck in a way that left a mark. The idea of a hickey was childish, but after last night that possessiveness was still inside of him, and he couldn't really understand it. So he controlled himself enough just to tease her, fluctuating the intensity of his kisses with gentle nibbles, which made Rory moan.

Her tear-drop shaped, modest but distinctly feminine breasts, bounced free when he unclasped her bra like a pro, sinking himself down onto his bed to sit with his pants already around his ankles which he discarded within seconds.

While enthusiastic, Rory's braveness usually settled down once she was naked, definitely still having that innocence within her. But even when she paused, like now, blushing as he simply observed her, adoration and lust in his eyes, she looked brave and beautiful to him.

Rory's head fell back and her finger caressed his neck and back of his hair as his lips touched her nipple, his hand tweaking the other at the same time. God she was beautiful. Even these occasional moments Logan caught himself - adoration that went beyond wanting to get into someone's pants - these were not something he usually allowed himself. Was this what songs sang and books wrote about?

Logan pulled her closer, slipping his hands around her thighs now, unwilling to miss out on the texture between her thigh-high stockings and her intoxicatingly warm center that was so inviting. Her delicate skin was like an experience on its own. Her moist center was like a compliment to his foreplay.

After several minutes of teasing - her hips bucking on his hands, little whimpers escaping her lips, and her hands caressing him in return, when she wasn't completely in the throes of passion, she pushed him to his back and climbed to straddle him.

Desperate to feel her, he barely remembered to roll down the condom he opened quickly. She was about to envelope him - make him feel even more than he was feeling now, which seemed unbelievable. Anticipation was at its all time high.

Each thrust, each move, along with the gorgeous visuals Rory provided steered him towards something bigger. If he had to choose - he could just die right here, even if he knew he was being a tad dramatic, but hey - he was young.

Then the world went blank, leaving just ringing in his ears.


June 1st, 2022

Logan woke abruptly, feeling a sudden loss of touch - loss of his release. The last thing he remembered was grabbing at thin air with his arms trying to regain something he'd felt. It was so sudden that his heart pounded within his chest - he had only ever felt like that in real life once. It was when he crashed against the cliffs the first time during his accident in Costa Rica. He rarely relived those moments in his dreams and this wasn't that either. It had the same kind of burst of adrenaline. The dream had been definitely sexual, the half-mast erection being a very clear sign of that, but the rush of adrenaline he felt at the loss of that dream, that memory even perhaps - he couldn't be sure which one it had been to be honest as the fragments of it were quickly falling into shreds.

He sighed of relief, seeing Rory sleeping next to him, her back to him. And in that moment at least some of that calm returned. He turned to his side snuggling around her like the big spoon. The smell was certainly the same as he'd dreamt, that much he remembered.

"Good morning," Logan nibbled her neck from the back, now definitely feeling a need for some attention. They rarely had time for that on a work-day morning, but just maybe. As on edge as he felt - it felt like worth a try.

He knew she was able to feel his crotch against her ass - if it worked it worked. While she was still waking he allowed his hands free range to caress her hips, her little bump and up to her breasts, since she was in no way objecting presently. Things looked promising.

"Umm..," she mouthed quietly.

Her hips were beginning to grind against his - a very good sign, and he kissed her back in appreciation, not wanting to ever not hold her like this again, the feeling off sudden loss, possibly deep-rooted in something more. The fear that Rory would bolt once she realized all that came with being in his life, perhaps? He quickly threw those thoughts in the corner, he felt unable to consider those odds - just like most people didn't really want to imagine World War III or climate change.

It wasn't long until she allowed him to slip his arousal between her fold, moving her hips with a lot more experience than she had at 20. Those little moves, nothing too wild or energetic at this point, made their insides scream for more, each thrust being like a thrust home, their climaxes building within them.

Logan reached his hand around her front, massaging her clit as she did most of the moving. Seeing, feeling her wanting this was the best part.

She pushed her back back against him, her arms caressing his hair, as she came, beautifully curving her body as her core shivered around him. But he kept moving, not just wanting an orgasm but wanting to keep her in this ecstasy for as long as he could. And that he certainly managed, feeling himself the several jolts her body made.

But suddenly, she pulled herself off of him, letting him feel the sense of loss yet again, which left him utterly confused.

"The doc's going to be able to tell," Rory said, apologetically, not wanting him to cum within her since they had a doctor's appointment that morning. Reality check. But thankfully she turned, climbed to her knees and took him in her mouth.

It took some effort to come back from reality, but soon enough Logan got his release, feeling incredibly grateful for every single image his mind held of her. He couldn't wait to marry her.