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700 Follower Smoochfest Request #7
A/N: Finally, the last request in this event is here!! I do still have the one that I picked for myself, but that isn’t going to hold up other things that need to happen - it will get written in due time. Anywho, this takes place in the future for SYiNY Reader and Logan, and it was really nice stepping back into that world for a minute, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Warnings: implied smut, language, brief mention of drug use and addiction, uh… semi-violent thoughts about William 😒
Requested by: @alraedesigns - Logan Delos + reaching for each other in the dark. (Thanks for this one Alex! And thank you for your patience!!)
Word Count: 3,216
Summary: Logan has an important question that he wants your opinion on… and one thing in particular they he’s been looking forward to.
It started with a question.
“So - ” He tipped his head back to look at you without disentangling himself from your body, his long fingers continuing to trail slowly up and down your arm. “If I had a question for you regarding my public image, would I need to wait until we’re not naked in bed together to ask it? Or is that -”
You snorted, tucking your face into his chest, the bridge of your nose and your forehead flush against his bed- warmed skin. This man is something else. He laughed, too, and you felt the sound rumbling through him as he kissed the top of your head. I love him so much. Your arms tightened around his middle as you pressed your lips to his sternum, and then you loosened your grip enough to balance your chin where you’d just kissed.
“Mmmm,” you hummed, narrowing your eyes at him as the hand that had been traversing your bicep came to rest on the small of your back. “Well technically if you were one of my clients, then yes. And technically, since I don’t work on Sundays, you’d have to wait until tomorrow.” You arched one eyebrow and nodded as much as you could with your chin stacked on his chest. “But -” Picking your head up, you placed both palms on his shoulders, his other hand finding a place to land along your spine. “You’re not one of my clients, Logan.” Not anymore. Using the grip you had on his shoulders, you pulled yourself up to catch his lips with yours, grinning as you felt him kiss you back. “And since it’s Sunday, I don’t want either of us getting out of this bed or putting clothes on any time soon, so - ”
“Good.” His dark eyes flashed as he cut you off. Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, he adjusted his hips beneath you, the movement eliciting an involuntary little moan from the back of your throat. That lit up his eyes, too. “Because I was planning on keeping you here for at least a few more hours and…” He gave another roll of his body under yours and then he was laughing again as you groaned his name.
“Ask your question before I change my mind.” You shook your head at him, a grin still curving your lips and lifting your cheeks, both of you well aware that your threat was empty. Because it doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, Logan. You reached up and raked your fingernails through his hair. I’ll always make time for you.
Logan let his eyes fall shut at the sensation of the light scratch against his scalp. “That feels fuckin’ amazing.” He muttered the words and sighed, but as soon as he felt you start to pull away, his eyes flew open and his hand came up to catch your wrist. “No, don’t stop.” His thumb pressed lightly over your pulse point and you sucked in a breath and swallowed. “Just… that feels really fucking good. Please don’t stop.” He released his grip, that hand rejoining the other along your spine, and yours going back into his hair. Alright, but - As though he could sense your uncertainty over providing a distraction when he’d just said that he needed to ask you something, he cleared his throat. “So I was wondering what you thought about…”
You dragged your fingers through the thick waves that curved back over his ears, your eyes intently searching the rich brown depths of his for any clue as to where this question might be headed. But I have no idea. He took a breath, your upper body rising with his chest as he filled his lungs, and then he blinked twice and finished what he’d started to ask.
“What do you think about me goin’ back to Westworld?”
You tried not to freeze or show any of the shock that filled you at the subject of his question, but you knew he felt the twitch of your fingers in his hair. Drawing a breath in through your nose, you resumed your motion and cleared your throat. “What - “ You shook your head slightly. I don’t understand. “Logan, what does that have to do with your public image? I- “
He sighed, eyebrows coming together in a serious, determined expression. “Everyone knows that I lost my shit after my last time in the park.” He rolled his eyes as you started to protest. “Shh,” he quieted you, not angrily, and you felt the tap of both of his thumbs to your back so you let him continue without interruption. “Warranted or not, it’s where all that bullshit started. Delos heir’s downward spiral into drugs and debauchery.”
You weren’t sure if it was an exact quote, but there had been plenty of similar headlines that he could have pieced it together from in the months following Logan’s last trip to Westworld. And they continued to follow him for years. Even after he’d gotten clean of everything but the occasional drink, it was those damning headlines - written about him when he was at the lowest point in his entire life - that had allowed the lies that had been told about him to spread and require legal interference. Fucking William. If I ever got my hands on him I’d -
To your surprise, Logan chuckled. “Relax. Jesus, you should see your face right now.” He reached up to still the motion of your hand in his hair, gently bringing it down as he shifted into a seated position, and pulled you up beside him. “Hey.” He tilted his head and brought the heel of the palm he was still holding up to his lips and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there before letting your hand fall free. He kept your eyes locked in his gaze as he continued though, his tone a quiet mixture of appreciation and apology. “I know you fucking hate him, okay? I know you do.”
You’d made no effort to hide your true thoughts and feelings towards the man from Logan over the last two years or so - especially while Juliet was still going through her custody case. He’s a piece of fucking garbage who has hurt people that I love. He’s -
Logan said your name. “All that shit’s behind me now, that’s… that’s the point I’m trying to make here. That I can go back to the park - the park that my company owns - and not have it ruin my life and-”
And not have it linked to William and what happened.
Fuck. Even you had done it just now, made the connection for his wanting to return to the park to the fucking bastard that had wreaked havoc not only on Logan’s life, but on the entire Delos family. But it’s not about him. At all.
“I don’t know. I thought it would be a good way to prove that I’m… stable? I guess, or-” He frowned, trying to find the right word, and you mirrored his expression at the thought of him feeling like he had to prove anything to anyone but himself. You don’t, Logan. Not when it comes to this.
But then you realized that maybe that was it - that what he really wanted to do was to prove to himself that he could go back to the place where he’d been broken and be able to enjoy it the way he used to. Or at least something close to it.
“I think you should go back.” Your voice was thin when you spoke - because you knew how important and potentially risky a decision this was for him - but you meant what you said. Swallowing, you nodded. “But I think it should be for you, not for your image. Do it for y-“
You didn’t get to finish though, Logan’s hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he surged forward, covering your lips with his own. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you let him steal the rest of the word “yourself” before you could get it out. Your right hand came around to the back of his head as you melted into the kiss, your fingers tightening in the hair that curled against his neck and giving a slight tug. His muffled moan got lost between his lips and yours as you slipped your free hand from his chest up over his shoulder. You shifted your lower half so that all you had to do was turn your hips and you’d be on top of him again.
But again Logan took you by surprise, placing one hand on the bed and timing his movement with yours so that he could counter it, twisting both of you so that you were on your back and he was hovering above you. Oh, fuck. You felt him grin at the sound you’d made, and then he was slowing the kiss down and ending it. He dropped one last kiss to the tip of your nose and pulled back, eyes gleaming.
“Follow up question.” His smile widened and you arched one eyebrow, still trying to catch your breath. Bottom lip between your teeth, you hummed. Go ahead. “Will you come with me?”
You blinked twice, heart pounding at your ribs as you swallowed. “Logan…” Licking your lips, you recovered, narrowing your eyes at him and cocking your head to one side, your hair rustling against the pillowcase. “You don’t actually think I’m that much of a buzzkill that I would say no, do you?”
He laughed then, collapsing down on top of you, forearms on either side of your torso and chest pressed to yours. The scratch of his beard and the drag of his nose over the side of your throat preceded the brush of his lips. “No, I don’t.” They skimmed over your skin and you felt his hips drop down over yours as his teeth closed around your earlobe with light pressure. “But that wasn’t an answer.”
You turned to face him as he settled off to one side, his leg and half of his body still draped over you. “Of course I’ll go with you,” you answered. I’ll go anywhere with you.
– – –
You had to wait three months until there was an overlapping break in your schedules, but the time had gone by almost in a flash since the lazy Sunday morning he’d sprung it on you. Though Logan and Juliet had both described the park to you - even Cynthia, when you’d told her of your trip, had swooned over the hotel at the Mesa, where she’d’ been a guest for a Delos Holiday party one year - you knew that there was no real way to prepare for the level of immersion that you would experience when you stepped off that train for the first time.
It’s going to be… surreal.
Not just the park and the Hosts, but being there with Logan and what taking that step in his journey meant for him. Though admittedly, at certain times since you’d known him, the thought of him returning to Westworld had scared you and at other times you wondered if he’d ever be able to go back, you had grown less and less apprehensive about how he’d react once he was there again. I trust him to know himself. And if he thinks he’s ready then… he’s ready.
A soft breeze blew through the valley then, and you tightened your arms where they were crossed over your chest. Since the sun had gone down shortly after you had arrived at the Mesa, Logan had wanted to wait to actually head into the park until the following morning. Rooms at the on-site hotel were nearly impossible to book. They were used to accommodate visiting business partners, potential investors, and other guests, and were often used by Delos employees when they had saved vacation time.
But Logan had a suite there that was reserved for his use whenever he wanted to stay before or after a trip into the park, so within minutes of your arrival he’d been given the keycode and the two of you had headed up to the top floor. You’d stepped out onto the balcony to watch the stars blink into view as the sky darkened while Logan finished a phone call, and while the sundress you were wearing had been fine for the first leg of your trip, the chill in the air as the day turned to night bit at your skin.
You didn’t want to go back inside though, even to get a jacket, because you had never seen anything like the vista that was spread out before your eyes. You’d seen it briefly ablaze in late sunlight when you first arrived - the layers of color cutting through the outcropping of rocks in the distance, the way that the clouds hung in the sky and how they were never white or gray or silver but all three and more, the shapes the few visible trees and bushes made and the shadows that they threw onto the reddish clay ground. But the desert painted a different scene at night and you were taking in the way the colors shifted, cooling with the temperature. This place is… You huffed out a breath. Unbelievable. And we’re not even really there yet. We’re just… we haven’t scratched the surface.
Logan spoke your name, interrupting your thoughts and you turned to see him stepping out onto the balcony with you. He’d changed into a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, clearly dressing for the weather from experience. “Aren’t you cold?”
You shrugged as he made his way over to you. “A little, but…” turning back towards the view, you spread your arms wide, the cool air hitting your previously covered chest. “Look at this. I mean…”
He hummed in agreement as you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind, pulling you to his body. “Yeah.” He dipped his head to kiss your temple, his tone low and warm when he continued. “It’s fuckin’ gorgeous.” You let your arms fall to cover his as he kissed you again. “Thank you. For comin’ with me.”
Leaning back against his chest, you closed your eyes and let out a sigh at the feel of him solid and strong behind you. His arms shifted to trap yours between them so that your bare skin was covered by his soft sleeves and he gave you a small squeeze. “Of course, Logan.”
Though it had only been a second that they’d been shut, when you blinked your eyes open again you were stunned at how it had gone from twilight to deep night in the span of that second, and a quiet gasp slipped from you. “Oh. It’s… it got really dark.”
“A lot darker than L.A. or New York, hmm?” He left another soft kiss to the side of your head before pulling away and turning to face you as you turned, too.
Laughing, you answered. “Yeah, I would say so.” You took a deep breath in through your nose and crossed your arms over your chest again. “I can’t believe this isn’t even… that this is just-” You shook your head as Logan watched you, the beginning of a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. Seeing that tiny expression gave you the confirmation that you were already feeling about this trip being nothing but positive for Logan, and it warmed your whole heart to see. “I’m looking forward to you showing me around, Cowboy.”
His smile spread a little higher, his nose wrinkling as he thought about his response, and then his tongue flicked out to wet his lips and he was giving it to you - though at first, it was not at all what you were expecting.
“There were… a lot of things that I really fucking missed about coming here. A lot of things I didn’t think I’d get to do or have or see again, because I- ” He sighed, the smile dropping as his head moved from side to side, a few strands of hair fell loose over his forehead, and deep creases cutting into his furrowed brow. Oh. “I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to come back, even if I wanted to.”
I know. You nodded wordlessly, your eyes locked on his as you reached over to comb the errant strands of hair away from them. Tucking them back into place, you let your palm settle against his jaw, thumb sweeping over the close cropped beard that covered the lower half of his face. You’ve come so damn far.
He swallowed the emotions that had been gathering in his throat and you felt the muscles of his cheeks pull back up into a grin under your touch. “You know what I think I actually missed the most though?”
“No,” you said softly, returning his smile and bringing your other hand up to let both curve around the back of his neck. “Tell me.”
You inhaled through your nose as you felt his large palms landing on your waist. “Seein’ the look on someone’s face the first time they step off the train for the first time.” He tightened his grip on you, fingers bunching in the material of your sundress, the cold completely forgotten. “Everyone always thinks that they know what it’s gonna be.” His grin grew lopsided as he pulled you close enough that your hips were flush with his, your arms slipping over his shoulders. Narrowing his eyes he shook his head. “But no one really has any idea, not ‘til they’re in it.”
Just like with you, Logan. People think they know all about you and they… they don’t.
“That’s why I wanted to take the first train in tomorrow morning instead of the last one in tonight,” he explained. “Because when we step off it I want you to see it in broad daylight.” His lips dropped open and you felt his eyes scan your face. “And I can’t wait to see that look on your face.”
Exactly as he had when you’d told him that you thought he should go back to the park, Logan pulled you into a sudden kiss, your already racing heart skipping another beat or two as you returned it with as much fire as he was giving you. I love you, Logan Delos.
He didn’t pull back until both of you were breathless, and when he did it was only to reach for your hand so he could pull you into the large bed just inside the patio doors. “We’ve still got a while ‘til sunrise,” he mumbled against the skin of your chest as he kissed his way along the scooping neckline of your dress. “Wanna see what other faces I can get you to make first.”
He flicked his eyes up to meet yours then and you felt heat rip through you like wildfire. “I like that plan, Logan.” You gave him a half-glazed grin as he dropped his mouth back to your body and started to tug the zipper down the side of your torso. Eyes falling shut as he slipped his hands under the straps of your dress, you dipped your head back into the pillows.
I like that plan. A lot.
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