Driving late at night with Logan

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One of your hands was sticking out the window, feeling the air through your fingers, your other hand sat over Logan's. His right hand was splayed across your expose knee.

The two of you went on late night drives when you couldn't sleep, the used to just have sex. The feeling of his hands finding your hips, pulling you into his chest. Logan's head tucking into your neck, his beard brushing against your shoulder, his lips pecking the back of your neck. His hands would wonder the curves and pudge of your stomach. Using your body as leverage as he slowly ground his growing cock into your round ass. You felt the thickness against your back, your thighs clenching together as Logan's hand came to wedge between them. Something you would never get bored of you but had to switch it up.

Other times you spend time talking to each other, talking about each other's past in detail. The two of your pasts were different in every manner but you were alike in ways that Logan could never quiet pinpoint. You just said off-handed things that he understood, and vise versa. Relating to two different events but having the same feelings, there was always something new to talk about. You always came to new conclusions about your mental health, he always heard you out, sometimes he gave feedback but other times he knew you just wanted him to listen.

But usually, you would be verily high, smoking a bowl before starting the air, Logan airing it out with the a/c and opening the windows. He didn't mind you smoking in his car, but he didn't need to get in trouble if he got pulled over. Logan always driving through somewhere to get you food, he liked taking care of you and making sure you comfortable. He knew how hard life has been on you and for some reason he just wanted to make you happy. He didn't really do the driving for himself, well that isn't technically true. You always took over the aux, something he disliked at first because you listened to a lot of different music. Alot of music he hadn't even heard of. But you would talk about what the songs means to you, and eventually you started singing in front of him.

You would get completely consumed by the music, going back to when you felt a certain way or felt a lot of pain. The emotion coming out of your voice as you belted or hit a certain note. You didn't just sing, you sang with your heart. He could listen to that all the time, he started driving you around just to hear your pretty little voice.

You'd even convince him that to sing with you. Logan didn't like singing around others, he knew he had a good voice, but he liked to keep it just to himself. Until he met you and the prospect that you could grow closer because of music made him want to sing with you and to you on occasion.

But since the day he met you, you'd completely consumed him. Though he only realized it bit by bit, when he'd feel his shoulders sag if he walked into a room you weren't in. That he always wanted to say something to see the bright smile on your face. Or when he wanted to tease you or embarrass you, making you glare over at him with a little glow in your eyes, then he'd wrap his arms around you, muffle an apology and kiss it better.

It wasn't that the two of you never started officially dating, you slowly bloomed like a flower in spring, growing together, growing more beautiful, growing more whole, the roots running deep and strong. You never pushed Logan to fill in the answers, but he did it in other ways. Logan didn't open up to you in a conventional way, but he was trying every day, as pushed himself to communicate his feelings for you. So even if he couldn't open up, you were patient for him, knowing how hard it can open up to another. All you wanted to do was make it easy for him, listening carefully, always saying the right thing or nothing at all, making sure to never show pity but acceptance.

It was evident to you that he would do anything for you, and to him he had definitely chosen the right girl. But as he looked over at you, your eyes closed, your hand on your stomach as your voice flowed with the soft melody, it was evident to him that he was in love with you.

ps. I love ending these with Logan just being in love us, loved this request so much, literally love driving around at night its so peaceful, wish i could do with him 😭

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