Meant to Be

CHAPTER 32 - Two Parts That Make A Whole

Rory and Logan walked towards Logan's apartment building in perfect silence. Neither wanted to utter a word as they both wanted to soak in each other's presence. After nearly four years apart, they were finally back in each other's orbits with no distractions, no pretense and no interlopers. Logan placed his hand on Rory's back to lead her in to the lobby of his building. He greeted the doorman and ushered her towards the elevator.

"I see you spared no expense on this place," Rory remarked in awe of the magnificent building.

"What can I say? I liked the view," Logan offered and Rory smiled back at him.

The elevator chimed as they ascended the building when the doors finally opened on the Penthouse level. Logan stepped off the elevator first with Rory trailing behind. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and slid the key into the door. When the door opened, Rory's breath was taken away by the sheer sight of the place he calls home. She didn't know how to describe it, but the place felt like Logan – comfortable, casual yet still somehow elegant, a little ostentatious but in a loveable way and still entirely amazing to gaze at.

Logan closed the door behind them as they both walked towards the panoramic view in the living room. As Rory stared out over the view of Central Park, Logan wrapped his arms around her waist as she took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. Logan trailed her neck with hot kisses as his hands left her waist to explore her body. A small moan escaped Rory's throat as she reacted to his touch. She let his mouth linger on her neck before grabbing his arms and releasing herself from his grip. She turned quickly to face him. They stared at each other for a moment before Logan asked "Do you want me to stop?" She looked at him shaking her head and told him "I don't think I ever want you to stop." Logan gave her his signature smirk and ushered her towards his bedroom.

Once in Logan's bedroom, he lifted her shirt over her head and deposited the material on the floor. He undid the buttons on her jeans and tossed them across the room. "No fair," Rory teased as she pulled Logan's shirt up over her head and allowed it to rest beside her shirt on the floor. "Take those off too," she directed as she looked at his pants. He followed her orders and made quick work of depositing his pants on the growing pile of clothes occupying his bedroom floor.

He kissed Rory gently at first on the lips and then used greater force as her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Her tongue matched his, exploring one another between expelling deep breaths of air. Logan guided Rory over to his bed and laid her down in the center of the massive King-sized bed. She looked up at him and flashed a smirk at him, urging him to continue. His hands traced down her torso and came back to rest on her chest, as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and took her nipple in to his mouth as his other hand massaged it's equal. Rory ran her hands through his golden blonde hair and her head tipped back in pleasure as his fingers roamed down past her stomach, resting just above her hip. The wait was killing her as his name slipped out of her mouth in a barely audible whisper, "Logan."

He raised his eyes to look at her as one finger, then two slipped inside her, rubbing small repetitive circles inside her. He breath caught and for a moment she felt like everything in her life, hell, everything in the world seemed to disappear as his fingers moved faster, in and out taking her to the edge. As his fingers worked their magic she found her voice and uttered, "Logan, please!"

He took that as his cue, sliding his hands up her body and centered his weight above her, slowing sliding his length into her. Her body quivered at the feeling and their lips connected in a fury. His rhythmic movements, in and out, in and out, brought her to the edge once more. His speed picked up and both were consumed with a rush of release as they came together.

They laid for a few moments, catching their breath as Logan rubbed his thumb along Rory's cheek. They felt totally at ease with one another and it was clear that no matter how much time had passed, they were two parts of a whole that fit perfectly together.

Rory took Logan's hand and intertwined their fingers as her breathing returned to normal.

"Logan?" She said.

"Yeah Ace?"

"You still owe me a tour of this apartment," she said sheepishly.

"Oh yeah? Well, I think I owe you a lot more than just a tour," He responded. With that, he turned over to face her once more as their lips crashed into one another.