A/N: Just a note... this is a mature chapter...
Another note... I decided to watch rewatch the show in order to decide where I wanted to go with this story and Where do we go from here? It didn't really help me decided where I wanted to go with my two existing stories but it gave me some inspiration to start another one, Blame Booze and Melville take two... please check it out and let me know that you think (warning it does contain mature content).
It was Thursday after the event and Rory woke in her normal position with her head on Logan's chest and her leg tangled between his. She loved waking up like this, the feel of his warm body pressed against hers, the way his arm held him secure against him, the sound of his heartbeat was steady… Moving her head slightly she studied him and felt a familiar warmth start pooling in her center. After seeing that it was only 6 and they had time before they needed to get up to go to class she slowly moving out of his arms she waited to make sure he was still asleep before gently running a finger along his slightly hard dick. He let out a soft moan but didn't wake so she moved slightly under the covers and between his legs and continued to stroke him until he was hard enough for her to suck. She ran her tongue along his length and checked to see if he was still asleep when he let out a soft groan. Feeling daring she gently licked the tip of his dick before licking his length again and then gently blowing making him completely hard. She had wanted to do this before but had always felt a little weird about it but this morning… she swirled her tongue along the tip before she took him completely in her mouth and she smiled when his hips thrust slightly up.
"Ace," he moaned as he moved the covers to reveal Rory sucking on his favorite appendage. "What are you… Fuck!" he exclaimed as she gently scraped her teeth along him, and he tangled his fingers in her hair.
"Good morning," she said as she smiled and looked up at him and their eyes locked. She continued to move up and down, slightly hollowing her mouth and she sucked him and then moved her hand to massage his balls. His moans and groans fueled her on and she continued the assault as she swirled her tongue around the tip occasionally as she moved up. "Fuck, Ace… I'm going…" he tried to warn her when his eyes fluttered closed and he felt a tightening that signaled he was close, but she continued, she wanted to taste him like he tastes her. When it was obvious, she wasn't going to stop until he came, he let go and thrust his hips moving him further towards the back of her throat and came. She eagerly swallowed him and continued to suck until she got every last drop, licking him clean. He tasted salty and sweet, it was different, but she liked the taste, it was Logan. As she moved her mouth off of him, she licked him one last time and he let out a strangled groan, before moving back up to lay next to him. Watching him as he struggled to catch his breath, the sounds he made, made her feel powerful. "Not that I'm complaining," he finally muttered as he turned to look at her. "But what brought that on?"
She gave him an impish smile. "I don't know. You were laying here and I just, I wanted to. Was it… okay?" she started to ask, slightly embarrassed and unsure.
"That was amazing," he told her as he moved towards her. "Whenever you want to do that again, feel free but right now…" he gently moved his hand down her body and touched her warmth. "You are so fucking wet," he groaned as he slipped his finger into her. He proceeded to thrust his finger in and out a few times before adding a second and rubbing her clit with his thumb. His mouth found her breasts and he started sucking, he wanted to mark her as his, then he moved to her nipple and gently bit down causing her to gasp and arch up. He trailed his lips down her body and soon his mouth replaced his thumb, and he sucked her clit hard causing her to call out his name. He loved how vocal and responsive she was, and her sounds caused his member which he thought would be out of action to throb and come to life, she was like a drug to him. He pulled out his fingers and pushed his tongue into her, "you taste so fucking sweet," he moaned. He continued to lick her pussy, pushing his tongue into her and she moved her hips pressing her pussy into his face and he grinned, the way she looked flushed and open to him made her the sexiest women he had ever seen. He was relentless in his attack and moved his mouth to her clit, sucking hard while he swirled his tongue around her clit knowing this drove her wild. He knew she was about to come and as soon as her body tightened and she let go he quickly moved his tongue back to her opening, licking every drop of her like she had done for him. Slowly he moved back up her body and he kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
"Wow," she murmured against his lips when they broke apart for air.
He chucked slightly and place a soft kiss on her lips, "definitely wow."
The moment was broken by Logan's cell phone ringing and he groaned as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Is that mine of yours," he muttered as he placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"Definitely yours," she sighed as hers eyes fluttered closed, loving the feel of his lips on her.
"They will give up eventually," he told her as he took a moment a gently nibble on her collar bone, a smirk crossing his lips as she arched slightly up. He loved the way she reacted to his touch and couldn't wait until she was ready, and he could fully make her his and his erection twitched against her and this thought and she pressed her body against him. His phone continued to ring, and she groaned.
"Just answer it," she told him. "Whoever it is obviously isn't going to give up."
"I don't wanna," he wined but when it didn't stop ringing, he groaned and moved off her. He could feel her eyes on his naked body as he grabbed his cell phone off the dresser. Without looking at the caller id he answered with a harsh, "what?"
"Is that anyway to answer you phone?" he heard Mitchum berate him and he sighed, all thoughts of continuing their earlier activities leaving his mind. "I have been calling you nonstop! You need to answer the phone when I call!"
"Sorry dad," he sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. "The phone was in the other room and I didn't hear it," he lied and rested against Rory when he felt her move behind him, gently rubbing his shoulders.
"I need you to meet me for lunch," his dad told him leaving no room for argument.
Logan sighed and closed his eyes. "I have class at 10 dad," he stated.
"Since when do you go to class?" his father asked harshly. "Then you will meet me at 1 that gives you time to go to class and then meet me in Hartford."
"Fine," he replied knowing there was no way out of this. The word was barley out of his mouth when he heard the click on the line knowing his father had hung up.
"I'm sorry baby," Rory whispered as she continued to rub his neck and shoulders. "I wish I could do something…"
"You are," he stated simply as he moved to look at her. "You just being here…" he trailed off and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Can I come over after I meet him?" he hesitantly asked. He knew he would need her, but this was still new. "I think I'm just…"
She cut him off with a soft kiss, glad that he seemed to need her as much as she needed him. "I have something for you," she told him with a slightly nervous edge in her voice. Moving away from him she opened her nightstand and handed him a familiar blue box with a white bow.
Looking at her questioningly he removed the bow and opened the box to reveal a piece of leather. When he lifted it out of the box, he noticed it was a keychain and a single key was attached. His eyes met hers and he felt something shift in him as he took in the nervous glint in her eyes and her slightly flushed cheeks. "Is this…?"
She nodded her head and bit her lip slightly. "I… I love when you're here, I want you here and I don't want you to feel," she trailed off and he took her hands in his. "I want you to know that I want you to spend as much time here as you want… that your always welcome."
His heart swelled at her words; he couldn't describe how happy he was that she felt this way. He found that he always wanted to be with her, he wanted to fall asleep with her each night and wake up to her each morning. "I… I don't know what to say," he told her honestly and when he saw the uncertainty in her eyes he took a deep breath. "I want to be here with you, all the time. This… this is the best present I have ever received," he told her as he pulled her towards him and kissed her sweetly. When her mouth slightly opened, he gently caressed her tongue with his, trying to convey everything he felt for her in this kiss, he was pretty sure he loved her but having no frame of reference for his feelings he was hesitant to say the words. But with this kiss he tried to tell her, tried to tell her what he felt, how he needed her. The kiss was gentle and sweet with no intent for anything more sexual than an expression of how he felt. Eventually they broke apart and he buried his head in her neck breathing in her scent as he tried to control his breathing. They sat there for minutes savoring the intimacy of the moment until her alarm sounded, breaking the moment and causing them both to laugh.
Reluctantly she moved away from him and turned off the alarm and with a sigh she stated, "I guess that is our hint we need to start the day."
He got off the bed and held out a hand to her and when she took it, he placed a soft kiss on her wrist. "How about I make you some coffee while you get a shower?" he asked.
"Sounds good," she sighed not wanting the moment to end but knowing they needed to get moving to make it to class. This morning had shifted something between them, her giving him the key, his reactions, the way she calmed him after his talk with his father… she knew she loved him. Her feelings for him far surpassed anything she had felt for a guy before, but she was afraid to vocalize her feelings in fear that this was moving to fast so soon. Reluctantly she moved into the bathroom to start getting ready and he pulled on his boxers to go into the kitchen to start coffee.
Logan walked into the apartment and was surprised to hear music coming from the kitchen and saw Rory as she moved around the space slowing dancing to the music as she made something. He could smell garlic and a tomato sauce. Taking a moment, he watched her move to the music, completely lost in her own world as she went about making them dinner; he admired the way she looked with her hair pulled back into a messy bun and she was wearing a pair of short shorts with 'Yale' written across the butt and a light blue tank top. This is what he wanted, he thought to himself, her, this life they were slowly created with each other, was what he never knew he wanted, what he needed. The meeting with his father had been tense and he had to struggle to control his anger at the man but watching Rory, being with her somehow calmed him.
"Logan, it is time for you to grow up and start acting like a man that will be in charge of this company," Mitchum told him as he studied him from across an upscale Hartford restaurant. "So with that in mind your mother and I have found you someone appropriate to be seen with…"
"No," Logan vehemently stated as he glared at his father. "I am not going to date some socially acceptable bimbo to please you and mom."
"You will date her! You have a dinner scheduled for her tomorrow night," Mitchum replied with a look daring his son to argue. "We have put up with your playboy ways for long enough. This girl is exactly what you need, her family will bring more prestige to this family…"
"I will not do this!" Logan argued feeling his relationship with Rory being put in jeopardy. "I don't care what you do, I will not date some girl to make you and mom look better. This is my life!"
"Your life?" his father stated with a humorless chuckle. "Everything you have is because of me. You need to start living up to the family name!"
"Not with this," Logan stated trying to control his rage. "I will not do this."
"You don't have a choice," Mitchum told him as he met his son's eyes. The two were locked in a silent battle, neither willing to break, to backdown.
"I have been going to class, been going to the YDN," Logan firmly stated not breaking eye contact. "I will do what I need to get the grades I need and write articles like you want to," he continued. "But I will not date some hand-selected trophy."
"Logan, you don't know this girl. She is socially acceptable, you just need to try," Mitchum tried to take on a softer tone but Logan knew better. "This could be good for you."
Logan sighed and debated on what to say, "I have met someone good for me and I will not jeopardize what I am building with her in order to please you or mom." Mitchum did not reply but studied him for a long moment and Logan continued. "It is because of her I have been going to class and writing more, not for you but for her, to be the type of guy she deserves."
"Who is this girl?" Mitchum finally asked, wondering who could possibly cause his playboy son to want to settle.
"Its new," Logan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Its new and I am not ready to introduce her to you or mom yet when we are still getting to know each other."
"If she was acceptable then you wouldn't have a problem introducing us," Mitchum countered with a smirk. "You must know we wouldn't approve."
"I honestly don't care if you approve," Logan stated feeling his anger start to rise. "It doesn't matter if she was a part of society or a no one you and mom would either try and destroy this relationship or push us to further the family causing a strain on us. When we are both ready to meet each other's families, I will introduce you but not until I am ready. And in the meantime, I will not be escorting Hartford's most eligible around."
The rest of the meal was still tense but Mitchum relented on not pushing the girl on Logan yet but threatened further meetings with eligible women or increased demands if he screwed up and dropped the ball with grades, the papers or possible scandals.
"Hey," he heard Rory's soft voice, breaking him from his thoughts. "Are you okay?" she questioned, and he saw the concern in her eyes as she gently caressed his cheek, and he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. After a moment he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him, he needed the comfort of her in his arms.
"Better now," he murmured into her neck. Her smell, the feel of her against him was settling, calming and he savored this moment.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, and he could tell she was worried about him. Knowing that she was worried about him, concerned that something had bothered him made something inside him settle, he had never had someone in his life, other than his sister, that genuinely cared about him like she did.
"Not now," he finally told her. "I'm not ready to discuss it."
"Okay," she sighed as she pulled slightly away to look at him. She saw then tension in his stance, the dejected look in his eyes so just stood slightly on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips. "You can help me cook," she told him with a soft smile. "I made a lasagna and was getting the salad together, that should help distract you. But first you need to change."
"Okay," he said with a chuckle, glad that she was giving him time. He placed another soft kiss on her lips and then she moved away from him and he walked into the bedroom to put on a pair of exercise shorts and a t-shirt. Soon he walked back into the kitchen and had to laugh as she sang along to a Britney Spears song on the radio. She turned when she heard him and laughed as she moved her hips to the music. He moved towards her and pulled her into him and the danced for a moment until the song was done. She placed a kiss on his lips and quickly pulled back before he could deepen it and he groaned at the innocent smile she gave him. "You get to shred the cheese," she told him and gestured to a block of parmigiana and grater that were set out. Laughing at her attempt of distraction he started grating the cheese and soon the salad was made, and the garlic bread and lasagna were ready. They sat down to eat at the table, and she told him about the excitement of the newsroom and the latest gossip of Paris and Doyle sleeping together, causing him to cringe at the thought. She told him about Lane calling her to tell her about a gig they were playing in New Haven the following week and she asked him to join her. They hadn't had time to go to Stars Hollow and she really wanted the two to meet. He laughed at her enthusiasm and agreed to go with her and promised to get Colin and Finn to go with them, so the band had more support. Soon the meal was done, and Logan had to smile at the way she had completely made him forget about his meeting, but he knew he needed to tell her. They cleaned up the mess and then settled on the couch with wine and she was curled into his side.
He sighed and pressed a kiss to her temple. "So, about the meeting," he started but paused to take a deep breath. "The Dark Lord wants me to start dating some girl," he felt her tense and he pulled her tighter against him. "I told him know, even told him I was seeing someone and bought time but… I don't think the attempts are going to end."
Rory sighed and moved to look at him. "Grandma Emily called today when I got out of class. I am 'invited' to dinner tomorrow night," she told him with a sigh. "I have a feeling the families matchmaking attempts are going to start again as well."
"What do you want to do?" he asked her, studying her eyes. "I don't know. Are you ready for us to tell them?"
"Are you?" he asked. A part of him wanted to scream from the rooftops that she was his but the other part of him… This was still new, and he didn't want the pressure, he wasn't worried about his family not accepting her, she was after all Hartford's Golden child, he just wasn't ready for the gossip, the talk and the increased obligations that their relationship would bring.
"Yes and no," she answered with a sigh. "Yes because I want everyone to know that we are together. I mean we are not really hiding the relationship and I know gossip is crazy especially after the LDB event," she sighed and closed her eyes trying to get her words together. "But no, because I am worried about the added pressure, the inevitable talk of marriage, the future… I just don't think I am ready for the family expectations."
He sighed and cupped her face. "I feel the same," he told her honestly. "I want them to know but at the same time… I don't want what they want to jeopardize us. I don't want to lose us."
She moved so she was closer to him and placed a passionate kiss on his lips and he responded by moving her, so she straddled him. They sat like that for minutes, kissing and holding each other, only breaking apart for short breaths. He groaned as she felt her grind against his erection, and he moved so she pressed down more onto him. "Fuck Ace," he murmured as he felt her hands moved to pull off his shirt and she started kissing on his collarbone. His hands found their way up her back and he tightened his grip on her as she rocked against him.
"I'm ready for this Logan," she told him as she moved slightly back and looked into his eyes, her voice steady and confident. "I need you."
"Are you sure Rory?" he asked as he looked into her eyes, focusing on her trying to read if there was any uncertainty there.
"Very sure," she replied as she cupped his face. "I know you got tested when we started school and your clean… I got an IUD put in when we got back from Europe." She sighed and caressed his jaw. "I am ready for this, I want… I need you."
Hearing her words made his erection throb and he moved to gently kiss her as he moved his hands under her butt and stood, her legs wrapping around his waist, he carried her to the bed gently set her on her feet by the edge before moving to kiss her and slip his hands under her top and pulling it off. He groaned at the image in front of him and quickly pulled off the shorts, revealing a pair of lacy light blue boy shorts. He lowered her to the bed before leaning over her and attacking her lips while running his hands all over her body causing her to arch and moan. He ran his finger against her core, feeling the wetness there and felt a rush feeling how wet she was for him. "Fuck," he muttered as he continued to rub her though the lace, "I love how wet and hot you get for me." He moved his hand and admired her flushed appearance, her chest rising and falling with her labored breathing before he spun her to her legs dangled off the edge of the bed and he settled between them, pulling off her underwear. As soon as he tossed them to the side he buried his face between her legs and she immediately arched and pushed closer to him and she felt his grin against her. He threw her legs over his shoulders and immediately sucked her clit, and she screamed his name. Hearing her scream for him made his erection throb and he devoured her like a starved man using one hand to hold her hips down and the other to slip one of his fingers into her, curling it just right to make mutter "fuck Logan." It drove him wild to hear his straightlaced girlfriend curse. He continued his ministrations until he felt her tighten around his fingers and she came, hard but he didn't stop, continuing to thrust his fingers, suck her clit. He needed to make her beg, he needed to know she wanted him.
"Please," he heard her moan. "I need you," she managed to pant out.
"I need you Ace," he murmured against her, "I need you to come for me. I want you to scream for me." He immediately latched back onto her clit and within moments he felt her clench and scream his name. Slowly pulling out his fingers he grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom, slipping it on before he moved her on the bed and positioning himself between her legs. He gently pressed his erection against her entrance but waited until she met his eyes. "Are you sure?" he managed to ask, his control almost gone as he felt her warmth so close to him. Instead of answering she pulled his lips to hers but before he could get lost he pulled back. "I need to hear the words," he told her.
"Yes," she moaned as she looked in his eyes. "Yes, I want this." At her words he slowly pressed into her and bent down to capture her lips and moved one hand to caress and massage her breast. It took all of his control to not thrust completely into her tight warmth. The feeling of her around him was driving him insane, the feel of her surrounding him was better than he could imagine. He heard her pained gasp as he pushed further in and he paused.
"Sweetheart are you okay? Do you want me to stop" he questioned and waited for her to open her eyes.
"No, don't stop" she whispered as she met his eyes and moved up a hand to cup his face. She slowly shifted her hips and he groaned at the sensation his dick already in pain from being buried in her tight warmth unmoving. "Show me," she demanded huskily, her eyes darkened with desire, and he pushed all the way in till he was completely sheathed in her. He paused letting her get used to him and when she arched her back, he started slowly thrusting in and out, trying to be as gentle as possible. When she started moaning and moved her legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him to go deeper he almost lost it and tried to hold back, he loved the way she felt, the way she fit him like a glove, but she was so hot and so tight it was driving him insane. As if sensing his restraint, she cupped his face forcing him to look at her. "I won't break," she moaned as she thrusted her hips slightly up.
"God, Rory," he hissed out. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," she moaned as she felt him move again. "Let go."
With those words he started thrusting into her again, faster and harder. He moved slightly up on his knees to change the angle and she gasped and arched. He knew he wasn't going to be able to last much longer so moved a hand to her clit and started rubbing circles with his thumb causing her to moan and he knew she was close and increased the pressure, losing his own rhythm but determined to hold back when he felt her tighten and scream his name he let go. Pushing into her a few more times he felt himself fall apart, he didn't know when he had ever come that hard and he collapsed on top of her. Both struggled to catch their breaths, but he was able to move enough to pull out and she whimpered at the loss of contact. He moved to caress her cheek and place a soft kiss on her lips, he was worried he had hurt her. She wasn't the first virgin he had been with, but he had never been so worried about how one felt afterwards. Gathering up his strength he moved off her and went to throw away the condom and quickly came back to her and pulled her body against him.
"Are you okay," he murmured against her hair.
"Wow," she finally managed to get out and turned to look at him.
He chuckled a little at her glazed look and smiled placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "Did I hurt you?"
She caught the worry in his voice and placed her hand on his face. "You made it perfect," she told him. "I could have not imagined anything better for my first time and I am so happy that it was with you.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, both basking in the afterglow, him gently running his hands through her hair and her gently running her fingers up and down his chest. "I'll be right back," he told her as he moved from under her. She watched as he moved into the bathroom and she heard water start running and then he walked out of the bathroom gave her a soft smile before he walked out of the room, returning moments later with a bottle of sparkling white wine and two glasses. "Come with me," he told her and walked back into the bathroom. When she walked into the bathroom, she let out a small gasp as she noticed he was running a bath and candles were lit in the room. Walking towards her pulled her against him. "I wanted to give you some romance," he murmured as he held her close. After a moment he pulled back but took her hand and helped her into the arm water, when she was settled, he moved to sit behind her and pulled her against him and handed her a glass of wine. They sat there, the warm water soothing her muscles and relaxing her body and him gently massaging her stomach, she sighed and leaned into him. She felt so safe and so loved in this moment and she felt herself completely relaxing against him. Words weren't needed at the moment, both of them savored the intimacy of the moment, both were thinking about how incredible this felt, how amazing what they just experienced was. Logan had been with countless women but he had never wanted this, the cuddling the intimacy that he was experiencing at that moment. What he had just experienced with Rory was something he never had before, it made him feel complete. When the water ran cold, he drained the tub and helped her stand. He turned on the shower and he proceeded to wash her hair and wash her body, spending extra time on her breasts and between her legs. When he was done, she returned the gesture and once both were cleaned, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed her a fluffy towel and started to dry her off before he grabbed his own. After he was dry, he went into the bedroom and returned with a pair of shorts and top for her and he had pulled on a pair of boxers. He took the brush from her hands and gently ran it through her hair. Once they had settled back into bed, her head was on his chest and he knew that his life would never be the same. Her breathing slowly evened out and once he knew she was asleep he closed his eyes and joined her in a peaceful sleep.