Partners- Pt 4- AU College Logan
A/N: sorry this took a min to get out! and also if you haven’t realized by now, this shit is a slow burn. read part 3 here!
“Can’t have that I suppose,” you replied, biting your lip. Logan ran his fingers through your hair, his hand resting right above your ass after it had made its way free from your locks.
“I like this lil…get up,” Logan mused, tugging at the fabric of the shorts between his fingers. “You look so hot in it.” Your senses danced in his presence; his smell, his touch, the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off his perfectly sculpted chest. “You ready for another drink?”
“Yeah, sure,” you breathed out, not realizing exactly how long you had been holding it in. He curled one of his long fingers under your chin and lifted your lips to his once again. You let out a soft moan as his teeth trapped your bottom lip. He grinned as he released your waist and turned in the direction of the keg.
Leaving the dance floor, you stood against a nearby wall, not wanting to look awkward standing alone in the middle of a bunch of grinding co-eds. Logan was already back in view, carrying two full glasses, trying to navigate through a sea of people. You gave him a coy smile and became wrapped up in anticipation of him just being near you once again. That was until you felt a shoulder ram into you, hard, followed by a cold splash down the front of your body. You quickly jumped back, trying to avoid further damage. Immediately you recognized her- the same girl who had been all but spreading her legs for Logan when you first arrived.
“What the fuck!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up.
“Oops.” She scanned you up and down, all the while sporting the most god-awful smirk you could imagine.
“Oops? That’s all you have to say? Why don’t you…” You started in on her, but Logan was already at your side, placing a hand on your arm.
“Hey, its ok. Heather, not sure what your problem is, but I’m sure it’s not Y/N’s fault. Just say you’re sorry and go,” he said sternly. She crossed her arms and continued to stare you down.
“Just keep her the fuck away from me. If I see her here again, my sisters and I are never coming to another party!” she yelled. A sorority girl, of course.
“Then I guess you won’t be back. Bye!” He said nothing more as he took your hand and led you away from all the commotion. You could hear her continue to bitch and moan in the living room. Logan turned to look at you, a small frown on his face. “Aww babe, I’m sorry,” he said looking down at the stained front of your romper. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Yeah, sure,” you sighed. You really liked that outfit too. He parted the sea of people around you, leading you with his large hand wrapped around yours. Slowly, you made your way up the creaky stairs to his now familiar bedroom. He let you walk in first, his hand on the small of your back, quietly closing the door behind him. He walked over to the corner closet as you took a seat on his plush bed. He was out a moment later with clothes in hand.
“Here you go. Hopefully these will kind of work,” he said handing you a pair of grey sweats and one of his lacrosse shirts with his name and number on the back. He looked you over slowly, chewing on his bottom lip, bringing a blush to your cheeks. “Well, go on then. What are you waiting for?” he smirked.
“For you to turn around, you perv.”
“Aww, we’re all friends here, right?” he pleaded. You crossed your arms tight across your chest and he let out a dramatic sigh. “As you wish.” He turned to face the corner of the room. You quickly peeled yourself out of your damp outfit which sloshed to the ground in a muffled thud. His clothes were swimming in his same scent that you had first discovered in this very room. The new outfit would have to do for now, although you were feeling about 50% less cute at this point.
“Ok, coast is clear,” you said. Logan quickly turned to you, his face lighting up immediately. He made a motion for you to spin around, wanting to take in his expert styling. You put your hands out to the side and gave him a slow twirl, trying your best to be as dramatic as possible. Once you had stopped your motion, he scooped you in his arms and pressed his forehead to yours.
“Gotta say…there’s something really hot about seeing my name across your back,” he said before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s get in bed,” he suggested. You nodded your head and walked over to the side of the bed and slowly crawled under the covers as he quick turned to flick off the lights. The bed was so warm and plush; it was hard not to fall asleep right then and there. But you watched Logan as he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his jeans. He jumped in bed next to you and positioned himself, hovering over you. His dark hair fell loosely around his face and for a moment, you simply looked at one another. But soon you found yourself reaching up and pulling his mouth to yours. His short beard tickled your chin as his lips moved in time with yours. You broke away from him only slightly after a moment.
“I really didn’t come here planning to stay the night,” you admitted.
“I did,” he grinned. You lightly hit his shoulder, your face twisting in fake offense.
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding,” he backpedaled.
“Ok, I’m not.” You raised your hand to swat at him again, but he caught your wrist. “But! I was hoping that you’d be here in the morning.”
“I’m not sleeping with you,” you stated simply.
“Ok? I thought you’d…” you began.
“You know, you don’t give me nearly enough credit. I can be a real gentleman when I want to,” he scoffed. For a moment, you considered what he said. Maybe you had been quick to project his reputation onto him. So far, he’d given you no reason to believe he was smarmy or untrustworthy. All you’d seen of Logan was a man who was handsome, sometimes funny, always endearing, really good at lacrosse, and really bad at science.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you smiled, hoping he’d accept your apology. He laid down next to you, pulling you close to his side, your face snug on his chest. Apology accepted. Logan pressed a kiss to the top of your head just before your eyes fluttered shut, carrying you off to sleep.
The morning sun wasn’t very harsh as it entered his room. The black curtains helped keep Logan’s room cozy even late into the morning. He had just begun to stir around the time you began to stretch. All night you had slept on his chest, neither one of you moving an inch as far as you could tell. If you thought he looked good during the day, it was nothing compared to how he looked first thing in the morning. There was something about his slightly parted, raspberry lips, his dark and messy hair, the light sweat in the valley of his chest that just left you in awe. Who the hell was this boy?
“Morning, babe,” he grumbled with his eyes still closed. You kissed his chest in a ‘good morning’ of your own. You pushed off him slightly which made him frown dramatically, still with his eyes closed. “What are you doing?”
“I should probably get going. Some of us have a lab to finish today,” you teased. That made him smile.
“Sorry. I’d help if I didn’t have to spend today with my family. Promise.”
“Seems awfully convenient…” you said standing up and walking to his attached bathroom. God, you looked like a mess. Or so you thought. As you were standing in the mirror, trying to no avail to fix your knotted hair, Logan appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“You look better than I even thought in the morning,” he smiled, pressing a kiss below your ear.
“Oh god no. I look like a fucking raccoon!” You tried again to tame your hair. Still nothing. You turned to face him, giving another kiss. “You think Sam is still here?”
Logan shrugged and you both headed downstairs. The TV was already going, the same blonde boy you didn’t care for was back at it again with the video games. There was some commotion in the kitchen, which you both went to investigate. Sure enough, there was Sam sitting at the counter in her clothes from the night before, Travis rummaging around in the fridge. She turned to see you and Logan walk in, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. You saw her mouth move to say something, but you were quick to cut her off.
“But—“ she stammered. You motioned to her your thumbs moving like you were texting, your secret code for ‘I’ll tell you later’. Sam just nodded her head and turned back to Travis. “Umm, you know what, I think we’re just gonna head home.”
“Ok, sure,” Travis mumbled into the fridge, hardly acknowledging she was still there. Sam walked over to him, leaning in to kiss him goodbye. He didn’t move much, if at all, only allowing her to kiss his cheek. You both walked to the door, Logan trailing behind you.
“I uh…text me later, if you want,” you said, a sudden wave of shyness coming over you. Logan grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you in for one last deep kiss.
“I will,” he smiled, breaking away from you.
Sam opened the door to the street that was just a little too bright. The two of you walked home in near silence, but all you could think about was the way Logan’s skin felt, how his lips moved instinctually on yours. Every feeling from the night before was fresh in the front of your mind, making your stomach do little flips all the way back to your apartment.
