AN: Warning..smut ahead. ;)

May 2005

Rory was seriously starting to regret taking on that 12-layer German chocolate cake by herself. She'd made it three quarters of the way through layer six which was still quite the accomplishment, but as the eggs and flour and cocoa powder swirled in her stomach, she was adding one more regret to the mountain of regrets she'd accumulated over the past week.

She dropped her fork and let out an uncomfortable groan. If she couldn't continue to eat her feelings, she was going to have to try to process them and that wasn't something she really wanted to do. Especially considering the person she usually counted on to help her process had just stormed off in epic Lorelai fashion after telling her she wasn't welcome at home anymore. And that was without hearing about the pregnancy.

College kids take breaks like this all the time. You didn't go to college, so you don't understand.

No, I didn't go to college. I wasn't lucky enough to go to college.

Because of her. It was left unsaid, but the implication was clear as day. Lorelai hadn't been lucky enough to go to college because she'd gotten pregnant with her. She'd eventually gone back to business school and gotten an Associate's degree, but it wasn't the same as matriculating with her class as a teenager and getting to go through the whole college campus experience. Rory knew that her mother had dreamed of going to college. Not Yale, like her parents wanted her to, but somewhere else—Vassar, or Wellesley, or Sarah Lawrence, or most of all, Harvard…just to stick it to her parents. She'd wanted to take her education and have it open the world to her, to give her control over her own destiny. She'd wanted to escape the stifling walls of Richard and Emily's world and go out and find her own. And while she'd managed to do that without college, Rory knew Lorelai regretted how much harder the path she had taken as a single mother was. And she knew a part of her regretted the opportunity she'd given up—as evidenced by the angry quip she'd just hurled Rory's way.

Lorelai had given up a lot to raise Rory and to give her the opportunities she'd never had. She'd traded her future for her daughter's. And there were certain expectations that came with that. Rory hadn't ever really minded it when she was growing up because it was what she wanted too. Lorelai's dreams for her were her dreams. She'd never really thought about what would happen if that changed. Not until she'd considered the possibility of going to college somewhere other than Harvard—not until she'd considered the possibility of going to Yale. Lorelai hadn't taken that well, but in the end, she'd come around. Rory wasn't at all convinced her mother would be so easily appeased this time around.

And if Lorelai couldn't even deal with the fact that Rory wasn't going to finish college, then how would she react to the reason why? Getting pregnant was the unforgivable sin. Sex and pregnancy were the one topic that could make Lorelai go completely off the rails. Her mother had hidden every relationship she'd ever had from Rory until she was 16. She'd lost her mind when her and Dean had fallen asleep at Miss Patty's. She'd barely talked to her for a whole summer after she'd lost her virginity to him (while he was married, to be fair). And Logan…well, Rory knew how Lorelai felt about Logan.

Rory didn't know what she was going to do. If she couldn't count on her mother, who could she count on? Her grandparents? She couldn't imagine their reaction would be much better. They might not throw her out of their home, but they would certainly lose their minds. She could just imagine Emily Gilmore's snide, passive aggressive quips. She could hear her grandfather threatening to kill Logan—and then demanding she marry him. She could picture both of her grandparents having simultaneous coronaries the moment she informed them that Logan wasn't the father, the father was actually her separated-but-technically-still-married, townie ex-boyfriend who had dropped out of college and was working two blue collar jobs to pay the bills.

Not that they were bad jobs. Doose's was minimum wage but his construction gig working for Tom actually paid pretty decent. He might not be getting the baby some fancy top of the line stroller with shock absorbent suspension and a built-in baby formula cooler—or whatever ridiculous features strollers had these days, but he could afford something safe and reliable. And Rory would get a job too, obviously…if they decided to even have the baby. She imagined Dean would be shocked at first, but he'd probably want to go through with it. They'd never actually discussed their opinions on abortion, but he was a traditional guy; she didn't see him as the type to want to go that route. Though he'd probably support her in whatever she decided.

But she supposed the only way to find out was to ask him. She was hoping maybe her Mom could help her figure out what to do before she talked to Dean, but with that possibility blown to hell, she wasn't sure what other option she had. He needed to know, and she needed someone she could count on.

With the nauseating churn of German chocolate cake crawling its way up her esophagus, she pushed her chair back and steeled her resolve. It was time to head to Dean's place.

The last she'd heard, he was renting a room in a friend's house on Sauerwein Lane. It was a brief walk down Peach Street then a quick left onto his block. Too quick; before she knew it, the sight of his blue pickup was greeting her. She narrowed her eyes curiously at the site of the bed piled high with boxes. Was he moving again? Maybe he'd gotten a place of his own. That was good, it would mean more space for the baby…and maybe her. Not that she wanted to move in with Dean, but she needed somewhere to stay and Lorelai had made it clear she wasn't living with her. Living with her grandparents would be a nightmare as they hovered and schemed to control every aspect of her life. Lane would probably let her crash for a bit, but it was already so cramped in their place between her and Zach and Brian, plus all their band equipment. If Dean had a place of his own, she could crash on the couch at least, or maybe in the spare bedroom if they had one—at least until they needed to make it into a nursery. But the point was, there could be a space for her. Maybe this could work out. Maybe they could come up with a solution to this mess and actually make some sort of life together.

Rory made her way up the driveway and headed to the front door. She rang the bell and waited, her foot tapping impatiently as she stood on the stoop. She licked her lips which were starting to get chapped from all the gnawing on them she had been doing for the last three days. The cake from earlier was once again trying to make an escape from her stomach which was contracting uncomfortably.

A minute or two passed, or at least, she figured it was just a minute or two. It somehow seemed like both eternity and an instant. The door swung open to the site of Dean holding a box labeled "Bathroom."

"Rory!" he said, clearly surprised to see her on his doorstep.

"Hey," she greeted, making her voice as cheery as possibly. "You're moving?" She nodded her head at the box in his hands.

Dean looked around suspiciously. "What are you doing here, Rory?"

"I need to talk to you."

"That's not really a good idea." He was being squirrelly. And kind of cold. Was he mad at her for sleeping with him and then going back to school without a word? But what had he expected? She'd been drunk and upset. And she'd made it clear that she had feelings for someone else.

"Are you mad at me?' she asked.

"Rory, you need to leave." He pointed towards the street.

Rory bit her lip and she looked down at the porch beneath her feet to hide the tears she felt building up behind her eyes. Her day had been awful enough as it was without Dean being upset with her even before he got the news. "Look, I understand if you're mad, but I really need to talk to you. It's important." She looked up at him over the rim of her eyelashes; she could feel the tears pooling on her lower lids.

Apparently her pathetic countenance was enough to get him to relent. He set his box down on the stoop and stepped outside, guiding Rory around to the side of the house.

"What?" he asked angrily, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at her.

"I umm, well," she shuffled her feet awkwardly. "I don't really know how to say this."

"Well, I would figure it out because you're the one who asked to speak to me."

"Why are you being so mean?"

"Why?" He scrubbed his face with his hands? "Are you kidding me right now?" She knew they had a rocky past but it wasn't like it was all her fault. He'd made his choices too.

"Look, you're mad at me, fine, I get it. I've made mistakes and I haven't always valued you as much as I should have when we were together. But not everything that went wrong with us is my fault. I didn't force you to cheat on Lindsey. And I'm not the one who broke up with you not once, but three times. And I'm not the one who had sex with you when you when you were barely coherent and crying over someone else. So get over yourself, because like it or not, it looks like we are going to be stuck together for a while because I'm pregnant….Jackass."

All of the color drained from Dean's face and he looked like he was going to be sick. "What did you say?"

Her shoulders slumped and her indignation dissipated. "I said I'm pregnant," she repeated quietly.

"Jesus Christ, Rory." He took her arm and guided her farther back away from the street, his eyes darting around, likely looking to see if anyone was around to overhear them. "Is it…is it mine?" he asked, his voice low.

"No," she rolled her eyes. "I just came by to invite you to the baby shower. It's in in six months."

"We were only together one time in over half a year."

"Well, once is all it takes," she reminded him with an annoyed roll of her eyes. She knew Stars Hollow High didn't have the best sex ed program, but she was pretty sure Dean knew the basics of where babies came from.

"Right," he sneered. "And you expect me to believe you haven't been with anyone else?

"I've only been with one other person, Dean. And it's not his. He always used protection. He was obsessive about it."

"Are you sure about that?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she replied indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I means, I've seen how you can drink these days. How do you know he didn't slip it to you one night when you were black out drunk? Or that one of his asshole frat boy friends didn't put something into your drink?"

"Oh my God, are you serious with this?" Who the hell was this man standing in front of her? She knew Dean had a bad jealous streak sometimes, but this was not the person she had once loved.

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "How the hell do I know what you've been up to? You're not exactly the same person you used to be."

"Well then, I guess we've both changed. Because the guy I used to know would never say anything like what you just said. Hell, the guy I knew wouldn't have taken advantage of me when I was drunk and upset. Just because you'd do something that gross, doesn't mean Logan would. Way to project."

"Look, Rory, I'm sorry if you think what happened that night was out of line, but you made the first move. You kissed me. You clearly wanted it. And I'm not going to let one night ruin my whole life. Especially when there's a good chance it's not mine."

Rory looked at him, blinking in bewilderment. "What are you saying?"

Dean's shoulders slumped and he looked almost apologetic for the first time since this conversation started. "Lindsey took me back."

"Oh." She wasn't sure what else to say to that, she just continued to stand there limply. "We're going to make another go of it, but we want to start fresh. Tom hooked me up with a friend of his in Scranton who's got a job on his crew. I'd be a project manager. It's good money. We leave tomorrow."

"I see." She nodded her head but she didn't see at all. How was he going to help with the baby from all the way in Pennsylvania?

"So obviously this," he motioned up and down her body, "can't really happen." Oh right…he wasn't.

"Talk to your boyfriend." Or maybe…" he diverted his gaze. "Maybe get rid of it. I mean, what do you want with a baby anyway? You've got school to finish."

"I dropped out of school." The words came out distant and detached. She couldn't feel anything, not anymore. Dean was her last hope. How naïve she'd been to just assume he would step up and do the right thing. But he was choosing Lindsey and some job in Scranton over her and their child. And he was supposed to be the steady, responsible one. He was the one that wanted a family. He was the one that had loved her at one point. If he would react this way, she couldn't even imagine how Logan would react, even if she thought there was a chance it could be his. So this was it, she had no one. There was no one left she could turn to.

"Dropping out? Because of this?"

Rory shook her head. "No, umm, it turns out I'm not cut out for the whole journalism thing." She shrugged disaffectedly. It almost seemed like a whole other lifetime ago when she'd had those dreams. It was amazing what a difference three days could make.

"That's bullshit. Being a journalist is what you were meant to do. You're bigger than this…". He spread his arms out around him. "You're more than this town and this life. Have an abortion and go back to school, Rory. It's what's best for everyone."

"Right," she nodded her head glumly. "Best for everyone. Thanks for nothing, Dean. I won't bother you again." She turned and walked away, her chest tight, her stomach clenching in pain. She had lost everything; in three days she had lost everyone and everything that made her who she was. The thought made her feel physically ill and before she knew it, she was bending over a bush as she lost the German chocolate cake too.

October 2005

"No." The word reverberated in his ear. Logan was not a man who usually took well to hearing the word 'no.' But this wasn't the bad kind of 'no'; the kind that denied him what he wanted. This was the kind of 'no' he'd been dreaming about for weeks. Still, that one, little word…those two, little letters, were affecting him in a way he hadn't thought possible; he felt nervous. A woman was inviting him in, and he felt nervous.

He honestly hadn't been expecting the night to end this way. It wasn't why he suggested he come in for a bit. If he ever said that out loud, he was fairly certain no one would believe him. But it was the truth; he'd just wanted to spend more time with her. The thought of heading back to Yale, of going back to the school, and the classes, and the life that were propelling him closer and closer to London and an existence of board meetings and 80-hour work weeks, was agony. He didn't want to go back, he wanted to stay here.

So, when he'd suggested he come in, he really had just wanted to spend more time with her. Though he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity for more. He was a man after all; a man who hadn't had sex in five months. And when he'd seen the way she'd reacted to his suggestion, he'd seen an opening. He knew her tells; the way she bit her lip, the way her pupils darkened, the subtle shift in her posture from the contraction of her pelvic muscles. She'd taken his suggestion as something more and her body, at least, wasn't opposed to it. Of course, there was still her brain to contend with, and in the battle between body and brain, he would have put his money on Rory's brain any day…until she made her quip about testing out all the mattresses' functions. He knew the battle wasn't over, but he might have a chance here to sway the outcome.

"Good." The word came out as a whisper. He reached forward to stroke his thumb along her cheek which was flush with desire. "Because if you think that old mattress of yours was hard…"

She let out a little chuckle at that. "Your lines are getting tired there, Huntzberger."

"I'll think of something better and get back to you," he breathed out, letting his hand run up and down her side. The feel of her curves was turning his brain to putty. He'd never imagined being this turned on by a pregnant woman before. Maybe it was the way society had conditioned him to see thin as beautiful. Or his previous aversion to all things commitment. Or maybe it was some evolutionary thing…some innate trait that told him pregnant women were off limits because their wombs were already occupied by someone else's offspring. Whatever it was, he'd never even looked twice at a woman sporting a baby bump before. But Rory…he couldn't take his eye off her. He'd loved her body before, but this was the body he couldn't stop thinking about, the body that made an appearance during every cold shower and wet dream. He didn't know what it was; maybe it was the novelty, the idea of something new…a first. Logan was well experienced; he hadn't had a first in a very long time, after all. Or maybe it was just some possessive, caveman bullshit that made him want to dominate her and claim her as his own. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't healthy, but he couldn't find it in himself to care when he was so damn horny for her.

She shook her head, letting her arm snake up around his shoulder to the base of his neck to play with the little hairs there. "That's really not necessary," she assured him.

Thank God, because his brain didn't have near enough blood left in it to do much thinking. He leaned in, pressing his lips greedily against hers. They were smooth and bare. Instead of tasting like coffee the way they used to, there was the faintest essence of chocolate left over from the cake she'd had for dessert. Her tongue was the first to make a move, teasing against the seam of his mouth to request entry. His lips parted and her tongue entered, fierce and passionate. He'd missed this…nobody kissed like his Ace did.

"We should go inside," he breathed into her mouth. They were still in the hall and things were progressing fast. Maybe a little too fast for Logan; this was the longest he had ever gone without sex before and his body was apparently trying to make up for lost time. But no matter how long it had been, he wasn't some virginal 14-year-old kid anymore and he'd be damned if he left himself lose control before he made sure his woman was good and satisfied. But that didn't mean he wasn't more than ready to get this show on the road.

"Right," she exhaled, reaching blindly for her purse at her side with the hand that wasn't holding her leftovers. He peppered kisses along her neck as she grasped ineffectually for her keys and her head rolled backwards. He knew he should remove his lips from her long enough to allow her to get her keys and let them in. The sooner they got inside, the sooner he could kiss other, even more rewarding parts of her body. But there was a part of him that was afraid to stop, afraid that if he gave her even a moment to think, she'd think herself right out of going through with it. It was a terrible thought—he realized that—because if that's all it took for her to change her mind, then they probably shouldn't be doing this anyway.

"Logan," she gasped. "I…I need…" She arched into him as he sucked at the pulse point by her clavicle. He let his hand brush over the swell of her stomach as it jutted towards him, marveling at the presence of their son beneath his fingers. "I need to see," she finally managed to articulate, giving him a lackluster push away. He complied with a discontented grunt. This was the mother of his child, he may not have had the strength to pull back on his own, but he at least had enough respect for her to comply with a direct request—albeit a wishy-washy one.

She repositioned her purse so she could look into it, and as her eyes took in the sight of Chapstick and loose candies, and whatever else she had in there, he saw the change sweep over her, her eyes turning cloudy with uncertainty. Her hand was still plunged inside the bag as she looked up at him with hesitation. He felt a physical pain and he let his shoulders droop with resignation. He knew it was too good to be true.

She bit her lip. Her eyes pressed closed for a moment and just as Logan was about to open his mouth to tell her it was okay, she opened them again, pulling out her keys and turning towards the door. She pushed the key into the lock and turned it, letting the door swing open. She flicked on the light and held her hand out, gesturing him in. Despite his baser instincts, the ones screaming at him to just take her invitation at face value and not question his incredibly good luck, he knew he couldn't do that. He wanted her more than he could ever remember wanting anything, but for once in his life, this was about so much more than immediate gratification. He'd seen her reservation and he couldn't let her go through with this if it wasn't really what she wanted. He wanted all of her…and not just for this one night; he could take it slow if he had to.

He put his hand on her arm to stop her and she turned back towards the hallway to look at him. "Are you sure about this? We don't have to…"

Her eyes widened slightly and she pulled back, her arm retreating from his touch. "You don't want to."

"What?!"

"It's okay," she shook her head, taking a few backward steps into her apartment. "I get it. We just…let ourselves get carried away. It was familiar and comfortable, and…"

"Woah, woah, woah, woah…" Logan interrupted her rant. If that was how she felt, he would accept that, but no way was he going to let her end this thinking he didn't want it…didn't want her. He scurried into the apartment after her, before she had a chance to close the door on him. "I want to!"

"Logan." She let out a resigned sigh, bending down to deposit her doggy bag in the mini fridge which was right behind them. "It's alright, really," she turned back around to face him again. "I won't hold it against you. You don't have to try to spare my feelings here. I'm not exactly oozing sex appeal these days."

It hurt to hear her say that. He knew her self-esteem had taken a battering since she left. She'd been though a lot; she'd suffered through a lot of rejection and heartbreak. She'd been holding it all together by herself. So it wasn't exactly a shock that that's where her mind automatically went. But it still hurt to hear. Especially when he thought he was getting through to her, when he thought she was starting to come around to the idea that she could count on him.

Well, old habits died hard; he'd just have to work a little harder to put her mind at ease. He slammed the door shut, flipping the bolt and putting the chain in place before stalking towards her. "Ace," he said as she stumbled backwards into a wall. "I assure you, you are swimming in sex appeal."

"Logan, I…"

He held a finger up to her lips before she could say another word of protest. "You don't believe me?" She looked skeptical, but she didn't say a word. He took her hand in his and guided it between them, pressing her palm against his burgeoning erection. The darkness came over her pupils again and she swallowed visibly. "Believe me now?"

"Okay, but…"

"No 'buts.' If you don't want to do this, say the word. But if you think this is some kind of charity…"

"You just said 'but'" she pointed out weakly.

He chuckled and leaned in for a kiss. Anemic retorts were a sure-fire sign that Rory was giving in to her desire, letting the blood flow away from her brain. He let go of her hand and he felt her fingers creep up to play with the buckle of his belt as she kissed him back.

"You're really sure you want to do this?" she asked again, but he could tell she was pretty well convinced by this point, she just needed a little more reassurance.

"Have sex with a beautiful woman who knows exactly how I like to have my head scratched and my ear sucked? Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

She smiled at that, then reached out to stroke the shell of his ear, fingering the lobe teasingly. He let out a tortured hiss. "I think a little ear lobe suckage could be arranged."

"Devil woman," he scolded playfully. "That's just cruel." He didn't need any extra simulation right now unless he wanted this evening to end mortifyingly premature. Then again, he was the one who brought up the ear thing so he supposed he had no one to blame but himself.

She bit her lip coyly. This woman was going to be the end of him. He needed to get her clothes off and bury his head between her legs quick if he was going to survive this encounter with his dignity intact. He put a hand on her hip, letting it trail up her side, dipping under the hem of her sweater. "I want to see you."

She got shy again, wrapping her arms around herself so they rested on top of her baby bump. "Maybe I could just, umm, you know…uh," her eyes cast downwards towards his dick, hoping somehow that would convey her message.

"Blow me?" he concluded, a knowing smirk on his face. He was always amazed how she was too shy to say what she wanted in the moments leading up to sex, but once they started, she had no trouble being vocal about what she liked or didn't like—or asking him what he liked or didn't like.

"Yeah," she confirmed, reaching for his belt buckle again. "I mean you like that…"

Of course he did. He had a dick, he liked having it sucked. And Rory, though somewhat inexperienced in giving head, was a quick study. But obviously this wasn't about her being magnanimous. And besides, it had been a long time since he'd been inside of her. Longer than the amount of time it had been since she'd last sucked him off. He briefly wondered about that encounter…she must have known at that point. He'd thought her odd behavior on the yacht was just a consequence of his asshole father. But her knowing she was pregnant would explain a lot. He didn't want to ruin the mood anymore with serious talk though. He needed to get her to let her guard down and take her clothes off.

"What about what you like?" he asked, letting his hand brush against the side of her breast. "I know what you used to like," he whispered, "has it changed?"

"I, umm, I don't know." She shook her head. "I mean, I haven't…you know…it's not like… well, it's just…this is the first time since…"

He rested his left hand along her face to hold her gaze as his right continued to caress her side, slipping back under her sweater as it did so. "Come on now, Ace," he prompted her, his voice low and husky. "You don't expect me to believe you never touch yourself, now do you?" Her whole face blushed cherry red. "Mmm, I thought so." He let his hand dip beneath the waist band of the black, stretchy pants she wore to squeeze her ass as he went in for another kiss. He felt her melting again under his ministrations. "Do you ever think of me when you were making yourself cum?" he whispered into her mouth.

She nodded her answer as his hand travelled lower and lower. "I think of you to," he rewarded her admission with his own. "Tell me, what do I do to you…in these fantasies of yours?" he asked, his fingers dipping between her legs from behind to tease her crease which was already slick with her warm moisture.

"Fuck," she gasped.

"Mmm," he mumbled, trailing kisses over her jaw and down her throat. "I figured that much. I didn't imagine I was making you tea."

"And I didn't imagine you fully clothed." She pushed him away slightly and rid him of his grey jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Now they were getting somewhere. He lifted his arms and let her tug his t-shirt off him. The pads of her fingers landed gently back on his bare chest, trailing downward. He felt his cock twitch at the sensations. He took a deep, steadying breath.

"What about you? You surely weren't wearing pants." He tugged at the spandex and cotton fabric covering her legs but she wriggled out of his grasp. He sighed in exacerbation.

"They're gonna need to come off eventually, Ace."

"I know, I want to, I just…" she let out a frustrated huff. "Maybe we can turn the lights off?"

Logan wasn't really a huge fan of that plan. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see all of her. He was a man, and like most men, he was a visual creature. But if that's what it took to make her comfortable, then he supposed it was worth it. "That's what you want?" he confirmed. She nodded her head. He took a couple steps back towards the light switch next to the front door and turned it off. He could still make out her form in the muted glow of moonlight and electronics but the detail was gone. He made his way back to her, reaching out to brush his thumb along her temple, smoothing the hair back behind her ear. "You ready now?" he asked.

She took his hand in hers and guided him through the darkness to her bed. It wasn't far, but the cramped quarters meant the path to travel through the room was narrow and he bumped into a few indistinguishable items along the way. "OW!" He grabbed at his shin as it came into contact with some Ikea looking bookshelf.

"Sorry," she turned to face him and he could see the faintest outlines of a grimace.

"It's okay," he assured her. "Sure, I left an inch of leg flesh behind on your bookshelf, but, whatever," he waved dismissively. The important flesh was still intact, that was all that mattered.

"Maybe I should take a look at it."

He ran his hands up and down her arms, trying to ignore the pain in his leg. "I think it would be far more therapeutic if I took a look at you," he replied seductively, trying to bring the mood back.

"Logan…"

"Ace…I'm fine, I promise. Besides you wouldn't be able to see in the dark anyway." That was the point of turning off the lights after all…so they couldn't see each other.

"We could turn them back on." She pointed back at the light switch. Logan tried to suppress a groan.

"Rory…" he put a hand on her raised arm, guiding it down until it was by their sides again then entwining his fingers with hers.

She let out a defeated sigh. "I'm sorry."

"Do you not want to do this?"

"No," she shook her head. "I do, I swear. I really do. This is just a little weird for me."

He got that. He couldn't imagine what it was like to have your whole body change on you. "What can I do to make it less weird?" he asked.

"Nothing," she assured him. "You've been great, really. I just need to…" she inhaled deeply, and shut her eyes tight. And then, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off.

Her pale skin glistened in the darkness. Her pants rested just below her belly, exposing the entire bump. Her swollen breasts were starting to be too big for the bra she was wearing and they spilled over the top of the dark fabric. He couldn't see much, but he let his eyes drink in as much as they could before lifting his gaze to meet hers, only to find her eyes were still closed. A thought occurred to him that maybe she hadn't wanted the lights off so he couldn't see her, maybe she'd wanted them off so she couldn't see him; so she couldn't see the face he made when she bared herself to him. But if she could see, she would see nothing but admiration and lust. She was more beautiful than ever.

He cradled her face in his hands and leaned in to press his lips hungrily to hers. She was stiff at first, but she quickly began to melt into in. He brought a hand up to cup her enormous breasts, letting his thumb brush over her nipple. She inhaled sharply, her whole body tensing and arching into him. He'd barely touched her. She still had her bra on. He tried again and again her body responded appreciatively.

"More? Less?" he asked.

"They're just.." her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "A lot more sensitive than they used to be. Everything is."

"Everything?" he asked with a gleeful glint in his eyes.

"Yes," she nodded.

The hand that wasn't fondling her breast, pushed between her legs, rubbing up against the fabric of her pants and her body thrust into him. "Logan," she hissed. The word sounded sweet in his ears. It had been too long since he'd heard her say his name like that.

"I think it's time to get rid of these…" He brought both his hands to her hips, pushing the fabric of her pants down over the swell of her ass to mid-thigh. "Sit," he instructed. She glanced behind her at the bed and took a seat on the edge.

"I can't…umm…" she fidgeted uncomfortably. "I can't really lie on my back." He remembered reading something about that…about how it compromised circulation to the placenta. He glanced towards the head of the bed and leaned over to grab the two pillows that were there and place them behind Rory's back.

"Better?" he asked.

She was quiet for a moment and he, not for the first time, cursed the lack of light that kept him from seeing the details of her face. Was it a bad pause? Had he done something wrong?

"Umm…yeah. Thank you." There was a crack in her voice. He hesitated himself for a moment, but as she seemed to settle herself into the pillows behind her, he decided she was okay. He rid himself of his own pants before dropping to his knees and pulling hers the rest of the way off. He let his hands travel up her thighs. They were fuller, soft but still muscular underneath. He loved the way his fingers could really dig into the flesh, feel it yield beneath his hands. He spread her legs apart to finally uncover her sweet center. He took a moment to gain control over his own body and the flood of blood to his already rock-hard cock, before letting his thumb caress over her slit. She hissed, her hips bucking up.

He lifted her right leg, draping it over his left shoulder and plunged headfirst into the warmth of her core. She was so wet and so reactive; every flick of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers, had her grinding her pussy further into his mouth. He couldn't get enough of the taste of her. And the sounds she was making were music to his ears. He lifted her other leg and wrapped it around his neck. He could suffocate between these legs and die a happy man.

In almost no time at all she was screaming his name, her thighs tightening around him as every muscle in her body contracted. Logan was both relieved and disappointed. Disappointed that it was over but relieved it was almost time for his own release; he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

Once her orgasm has passed and her muscles had gone limp, he unwound her legs from around his shoulders and looked up at her. "You good, Ace?" Even in the darkness he could see the glare of her icy blue eyes. "What?" he asked with an amused smile on his face.

"You don't need me to answer that."

"I'm just trying to make sure you enjoyed yourself is all." Fine, so maybe he was being a cocky, ass who was looking to have his ego stroked a little, but after what he'd just stroked for her, and after the last five months of his mopey, desperation, he deserved it.

"I'd enjoy myself more if you'd hurry up and get a condom on," she huffed. He laughed at her indignation; he'd missed this banter. He started blindly patting around for his pants which contained his wallet but as his hand found it, he paused, a thought crossing his mind. She couldn't get more pregnant. And he'd been checked for STDs when they become exclusive. Since neither of them had been with anyone else, did they really need a condom? Logan had never gone without before; he'd always wondered what it would feel like. Considering how good it was with a layer of latex between him and the soft, velvety flesh of a welcoming pussy, he could only imagine the intensity of full contact. The only problem was, if he didn't put this Trojan on, he'd have to tell her that he knew he was safe because he hadn't been with anyone else. Would that freak her out? He couldn't risk it. He grabbed the condom repositioning himself between her legs before rolling it on.

"For real, Ace," he questioned, "You're comfortable? This position works for you?"

"I'm good," she assured him. He was glad. From this position he could look her in the eyes. most of the recommended pregnancy positions he'd researched were from behind. That was another thing he probably shouldn't admit to her…that he'd looked up the best sex positions for pregnancy.

He sat up on his knees spreading her legs and letting his thumb trail over her lips spreading them apart. With a deep inhale, he thrust into her, her body rising to meet him. "Fuck," she cursed. He stilled deep inside of her, letting the sensation wash over him and trying to avoid cumming right there. She immediately began to squirm, which wasn't helping matters for him.

"Logan," she gasped. "You need to…too deep, you need to pull out a little."

He looked down at her in concern. Was he hurting her? Was it the baby? "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I…just…"The words were coming out in gasps as she writhed beneath him. He started to pull back but it was too late as he felt her muscles started to contract around him. Shit. He stilled again, forcing his mind to think of the unsexist thing he could come up with—Finn performing his Passion of the Christ during one of his naked phases. But even that wasn't enough to control himself and he exploded, spilling out inside of her.

Crap! He hadn't cum that prematurely since he was in high school—Jenny Lang, sophomore year. The only saving grace was that she had at least cum too, although he was still a little unsure as to whether or not she enjoyed the experience.

He pulled out, trying to hide the humiliation on his face though he was fairly certain there was no graceful way to handle this.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," Rory said as she sat up. He blinked at her in confusion. She was sorry? "I'm just a lot more sensitive these days, which, you know, I mentioned before. But I guess that includes my cervix too. Not that I knew about that specifically because you know, I haven't really been having my cervix stimulated that way and so I guess I didn't realize just how sensitive my cervix was…and I really need to stop using the word cervix." She buried her face in her hands.

"Rory," he reached forward to pull her hands away. "It's fine," he assured her even though he was still stewing in his own mortification. "Things have changed, it's just going to take a little time to figure out what works for you." And he'd be more than happy to help her figure it out. After all, he should be fine to not have a repeat of what just happened now that he had that first time out of the way.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"What?"

"With…you know. I mean…it was probably for the best, I don't think I could have handled any more…"

Great. So much for his earlier ego boost. Still, she wasn't judging him for it. He wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. "Right, umm.." He looked uncomfortably around the room for a moment before finally rolling off the condom and tossing it the nearby trash—everything was nearby in this apartment.

"I, uh…I have to go pee." Rory pushed herself up to standing with some difficulty and he watched her cross the room to the bathroom. He stood where he was, looking awkwardly around the tiny space. He bent down to grab his boxers, slipping them on, then he proceeded to gather up the rest of the clothes off the floor. "You're leaving?" He heard her reemerge from the bathroom as he was picking up his pants. She was wearing a t-shirt that she must have had in the bathroom. She reached into a brightly colored storage cube and pulled out a pair of underwear, slipping them on. The question seemed totally nonplused, like she couldn't care less either way.

"Do you want me to?" He wasn't planning on it. He always spent the night. Even in his sleeping around days he wasn't into the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am deal. And this was Rory.

She shrugged. "Well, you've got class in the morning." Not until 11. He had plenty of time to drive back in the morning. If he even planned to go at all. But if she didn't want him here…

"Right. Well then, I guess…" He shook his pants out and bent over, preparing to step into them.

"Wait!" He stopped, foot hovering in the air above his Dockers, and looked up at her.

"You could stay…I mean, if you wanted." He let out a sigh of relief and dropped his pants on the floor. "It's a long drive and…" She was still babbling and he took a couple of strides to meet her, shutting her up with a kiss on the lips.

"So that's a yes, then?" she smiled weakly.

"Yes."

She was quiet for a minute before looking up at him. "Good, I'm glad."

"Me too."

They silently climbed into bed, laying on their sides facing each other; Rory up against the wall and Logan on the outside.

"Do you have enough room?" she asked. "I know we've shared a twin bed before but it's a little tighter than it used to be."

"I'm good," he assured her. It was true, one turn in his sleep and he'd be on his ass on the floor. But he didn't mind. Sleeping was overrated anyhow.

"Okay," she accepted his answer sleepily, letting her eyelids flutter shut. He watched her for a bit, his hand caressing up and down her arm, before finally closing his eyes and falling asleep next to her.

Logan awoke to a still dark room. He glanced at the clock to see it was 3AM. Only a little over and hour after he'd last awoke because Rory had needed to go to the bathroom again. After she'd crawled back into bed with him, they'd had a second, much more successful sexual encounter before they both drifted back to sleep again. But now Logan was awake again, needing a bathroom trip of his own. He went and did his business, and when he came back, he noted that Rory had kicked most of the blankets off of her. She had a pillow wedged between her legs and she was completely naked, having lost the t-shirt and panties she'd put on, after their second encounter.

He took a moment to appreciate the site of her, laying in the moonlight. An undeniable urge came over him. He got back into the bed. "Ace?" he whispered. She didn't move. "Rory?" he tried again, brushing a stray hair off her face. Nothing. His heart was thudding faster in his chest as he slid downwards until his face was in line with her stomach. With a shaky hand, he reached out to touch the swell of her belly. He paused, waiting for her to move, or say something, but she remained blissfully asleep.

"Hey, Kid," he whispered as his hand caressed the baby bump. "How you doing in there? I know you might be wondering who this new guy is. The one whose voice you keep hearing teasing your Mom. You might also be wondering what all that ruckus was about earlier tonight. And, well, we'll explain that last part to you when you're older." He made a faux stern face, shaking a finger reproachfully. "But suffice it to say, I'm…" He glanced up at Rory one more time to make sure she was really still asleep. Once he had confirmed she was, he lowered his voice a little more and continued on. "I'm your Dad," he admitted. "That might be a little confusing right now…It's kind of complicated. But anyway, I just wanted to introduce myself. And I wanted you to know that I'm going to be here for you and your Mom, no matter what. Alright?" He waited a beat as though waiting for an answer. "Alright," he nodded firmly. "Good talk." Logan leaned forward to rest his forehead on her belly, his hand rubbing gently up and down the side. "Sleep tight, son," he whispered. He lingered just a little bit longer before making his way back to the head of the bed and falling back to sleep.