AN: smutty chapter ahead.

Chapter 28

"What's all this?" Logan reacted, taking off his headphones, surprised by Rory unloading a very heavy pile of binders onto his coffee table. Rory had let herself into his dorm room - that was nothing new, at least when she knew Lenny was away, and luckily for them Logan's roommate was away in Barcelona for an exchange program this semester. This also meant that Rory was spending less and less time at her own room, finding the close proximity to Logan and distance from Paris and Doyle rather enjoyable .

"This is my public service…," Rory exhaled, looking exhausted, the heavy pile having seemingly weighed a ton carrying it up to the third floor - the small drawback to Logan's living arrangements.

"Public service?" Logan replied, not quite following and got up to give Rory a kiss in greeting.

These little kisses were by now so natural - effortless, expected and still electric, often enlighting more than that.

"Doyle had a little visit from your dad today," Rory began to explain, putting down her messenger bag.

"Ah…," Logan groaned, already sensing where this was going.

"Apparently he's wondering why you published a whole bunch of good stories and now have produced nothing in the past months. He was blaming Doyle. Poor guy nearly liquified...," Rory continued, dramatically.

Logan just observed her, the story so far not explaining the folders.

"And I know it's my fault you produced those stories so I feel like it is my duty, my service to the janitorial staff… to help you write that story about the student uproad over assistant professor Warrick resigning. And trust me I already tried doing it for you, but I can't write how you write!" Rory exclaimed. It was truly annoying how well he could write. He had his own distinctive style too, that she couldn't replicate even if she tried. And she had. There was a first draft already in those files somewhere.

"And these are…?" Logan asked, picking up one of the folders.

"Story notes," Rory replied like it was self explanatory.

"These are notes for one story?" Logan reflected in disbelief. Sure, he'd seen her study, he'd seen her write too, but she always had her stuff in a thousand places - notebook, post-its, e-mails and so on - he'd never seen them all in one place, printed out and neatly labeled and bookmarked.

"Yeah, you forgot that I'm kind of a note freak or something?" Rory teased in an innocent tone.

"Man, Ace, I'm impressed and partially terrified," Logan chimed, a broad smirk on his face.

"Okay, well - I've divided them up into sections, so interviews, research, statistics…," Rory piled the folders up appropriately. "I wasn't sure what … if… you already had, but I figured there's something here that can help you with your story," she added.

"You know you didn't have to do this, right?" Logan said, looking uncomfortable.

"As I said - it's a public service," Rory replied.

"Yeah, to Doyle," Logan reflected, his tone being a little condescending.

"Clearly this means a lot to your father and it seems like such a small thing to do to get him off your back so I'll help," Rory encouraged.

"My dad wants a million things from me - he wants me to write, take contract law classes, use my Yale time to make connections instead of seeing the friends of my choosing, sit in on his meetings and make appearances at his parties. I am not exactly eager to do what he wants from me," Logan shrugged, indifferently.

"Yeah, well I know he has plans for you," Rory said, knowing the gist of what he was saying.

"Yes, and isn't that thrilling," Logan sighed, unenthusiastically.

Rory looked a little helpless, unsure what to say.

"Look, I'm sorry Doyle took the hit, and I am sorry you put in all this work. I'm thankful too, and if it really means this much to you I'll do the stupid story…," Logan began to explain. "My dad can just be a bully if he wants to be, and it's not in my plans for as long as I can help it to let him think that he's winning," he added.

It was becoming clear to Rory that the matter of getting Logan to do anything was about the doing the opposite to what his father wanted. Deep inside she though that it actually reminded her a little bit of her mother. She also wondered what was what Logan wanted - would he still want the same things if his dad was not been so demanding?

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Rory sympathized, not really being used to seeing Logan like this. Sure, he'd complained to her before, but never in such detail and emotion. "From what I've read about him, he seems like an interesting guy but I guess impressions can be deceiving," she added, trying to remain neutral but supportive.

"Yeah… impressions are everything for that family of mine…," Logan sighed, dissapointedly.

"So you're going to write the story or not?" Rory said, placing her arms around his neck, curving her back, trying to make a cute little pout.

Logan let out a low chuckle. "Um, I'm sure I could be persuaded by better means than my father's wishes…," Logan hummed huskily, his lips heading towards her neck.

"Ha-ha," Rory teased, but enjoyed his touch so much she hardly ever found herself objecting. Instead, she pushed her pelvis against his, knowing she'd feel his arousal rise pretty soon. Considering she'd only been having something that could be called a sexlife for less than a year, she still found it fascinating how the penis worked, and she was probably more flattered by its arousal than she should've been. But right now she didn't care, but returned his kiss that had now moved from her neck to her ear and from there to her lips.

Her hands enjoyed the firmness of his chest, even if it was hidden under far too many layers in her opinion right now. There was an easy fix for that, thankfully.

Rory was so easily distracted from her obligations when he was around. She always got to them eventually, but she was way less panicky and definitely a lot more chill about a lot of things thanks to Logan's laid back attitude. But it didn't seem to show in her outcomes, at least not yet. The one 'C' she'd gotten last semester had really not seemed like that big of a deal all things considered.

Rory stripped him of his sweater, his polo-shirt and pants, having by now learned to appreciate his physique almost as much as most men loved a woman's breasts - she felt she was in control when he was the first one to stand guard like that, while she was still dressed. Logan's fingers were already eagerly unbuttoning her blouse but she decided to force him to savor it.

"Ah-ah-ah," Rory chimed and pushed him into the couch, rather elegantly, where his smirk only grew bigger as he watched Rory slowly undress herself. It didn't involve as much dancing as a striptease would, but it was a very worthy attempt and a sign of how much Rory's self-esteem had improved. There was no hiding in dark rooms or under blankets for these two.

Once she was undressed, Rory sank to her knees in front of him and Logan's facial impression was priceless - speaking of anticipation while not believing his luck, seeing her eye his erection like she was going to do some very naughty things to it. Rory certainly didn't like to dissapoint.

It was then there was a knock on the door.

"Logan? Are you in there?" Colin's voice asked loudly.

"Go away Colin!" Logan yelled back, not bothering to ask what this was about.

Rory realized the door was still unlocked, but generally nobody really dared to argue with Logan's word. Thank god.

They could both hear Colin mutter something about 'girl scout' and leave it at that. It wasn't the first time Logan had told them to take a hike when they'd wanted to drag him off to the pub or something equally common.

Rory smiled, appreciating Logan's priorities, and rewarded him handsomely, first licking her own lips and then by licking his tip with a broad tongue, almost like licking an ice cream cone. She was not fully confident at this, but she was getting there, knowing what he seemed to like, even if actually getting to the end was not her goal, the idea of him actually coming into her mouth scaring her a little. But Logan really wasn't complaining to be recieving such exquisite foreplay.

Rory popped the smooth and warm head into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around, while still looking up, loving to watch Logan enjoy himself almost as much he loved watching her do it. She bucked her head up and down while alternating what her tongue did. She wasn't brave enough to let to get very far down her throat but whatever she did do, it seemed to do plenty as he was only turning harded and small moans of gratitude were already leaving his lips.

Her one hand caressed his muscular thighs as she continued, the other hand already having trailed down between her own legs, diddling back and forth her labia - there was something about the sounds he made that made her this aroused. And she had the wetness to prove it.

"Come on, Ace… you're killing me," Logan exhaled, reaching to her hand that was on his thigh, urging her to come and straddle him.

She happily complied, and with a sound that was equivalent to finding the piece of the missing puzzle, except much closer to pure bliss, mounted herself onto him, and let her body shivered slightly as it adjusted to this regained sense of pleasure

"That's what I'm talking about...," Logan hummed assuringly, having shared with her one time how much he enjoyed watching her enjoy herself.

Little by little she began to move as if riding him. His lips found her breasts that were almost at the perfect level and sucked her nipples one by one, not holding back much on the intensity, causing her to moan. His hands caressed her back, hips and thighs, and as her breathing began to change he licked his fingers and slid the hand between them, making sure she got off, leaving nothing to chance.

After Rory had already come once, her inner spasms causing him to do his best to hold off a little longer, not wanting to finish this fast, he'd continued to fuck her slowly by lifting and lowering her by her waist since her legs had lost most of their strength post-orgasm.

She loved how his arms felt so powerful around her when he did that, she could just tell he was putting all of his energy into this, into her. And oh, how she loved being a the receiving end of this energy.

As she regained her strength, she took more control again, slamming down onto him just as he was applying force pushing up his pelvis and pulling her down, causing the slam to be especially rough, causing both of them to explicit a rather loud gasp - possibly loud enough to be heard out in the hallway. This was college, and it wouldn't have been the first time they made their roommates or even floormates talk about them. Rory was strangely aroused by the idea of actully outdoing some of his former conquests in that department too, even if the only time she'd admitted to it had been a time when she'd had a little too much to drink.

Mostly Logan was cautious about not being too rough on her, but every once in a while she was just begging for it, sometimes literally - just wanting to feel that soreness where ever she went after they'd finished. With that sensation freshly in mind she would sometimes sit at lunch, eating her overcooked pasta or at the paper's staff meeting with a ridiculous smile on her face, involuntarily picturing what they'd done last night or that same morning when she found a moment to let her thoughts wander.

She slammed down on him again, already seeing Logan's impression tense up. She knew that meant he was close. She retracted and slammed down again, hitting her cervix which just made her eyes roll back for a moment.

Even if that day she didn't come the second time, she could still feel her body tingling in after shocks of the earlier release, and her heart raced as the happy-hormones traveled to every cell in her body, glancing just briefly over Logan who was still underneath her, who had a very satisfied look on his face.

"You know that is not going to work twice," Rory declared, cheekily, climbing off of him but remaining naked for the time being, her legs bent towards him.

"Oh is that right?" Logan teased, reaching out his hand between her legs again.

"That's not fair," Rory objected, laughingly, pushing his hand away as she was too oversensitive down there.

"Fine, I'll do it…," Logan relented about the story, and laid a peck on her knee instead.

"This weekend?" she asked, being a firm believer in setting some time aside for important homework.

"I'm actually going to a party on Friday and I might stay overnight in the City, it's probably going to run pretty late," Logan said.

"Oh," Rory sighed, sorry to not see him much in the weekend. But it was then she remembered something. "You're going to the Seymour Hersh party, aren't you? Doyle mentioned it," Rory said, pushing her back straight and began gathering up her underwear from the floor while not hurrying with putting it on.

"Daddy says," Logan chimed, reluctantly.

"Wow, lucky," Rory replied.

"It's just going to be another boring obligation I have to go show my face at," he added. It went without saying that it was one of those events where he was supposed to bring a date to as well.

"How can meeting Seymour Hersh be boring? I love him! I read My Lai Four when I was twelve and I've been obsessed with him ever since," Rory exclaimed.

"You read a book about the My Lai Massacre when you were twelve?" Logan reflected.

"Well, I polished off Nancy Drew that year too," Rory replied, smilingly.

"Well, I guarantee, these parties always turn into a bunch of drunks discussing stocks, cars and the latest friends to be indicted. It's boring. I'm lucky if whomever I'm with can keep up a conversation to keep me awake," Logan replied, and observed her suddenly as if having thought of something.

"What?" Rory asked.

"Rory, do you want to go with me to this party?" Logan said, surprising Rory.

"Logan? You can't be serious… With everything you just said…," Rory began, not quite believing he meant it.

"I mean, I won't use that moment to introduce you as my girlfriend to my father, obviously… But I haven't taken you to any other events so far so I don't see the harm. I get that going would actually mean something you compared to anyone else I would've asked. And honestly, I'd much rather spend the evening with you than anyone else. We'll stay at Le Pierre, make a day of it on Saturday - go shopping or skating or whatever you want," Logan suggested.

Sure, the fact that she would essentially appear as just another date instead of someone more significant, wasn't ideal. But she got it. And the fact that he wanted her there, meant the world to her.

"Ah… I'm so excited!" Rory exclaimed, jumping at Logan with glee, kissing him with gratitude, their naked bodies coming once again in close contact. "This just means we'll have to get started on the story right away," she said and climbed off of him again, causing Logan to groan audibly, having clearly already gotten his hopes up for seconds.