#logan grey

[final-boy]

More of Logan and Jed :]

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Ryan did not enjoy riding the subway; way too crowded for her taste, but the moment she realized she was riding the same one as the homicide detective, she rode the subway an additional few stops away from the one she was actually supposed to get off on. And now here she was, standing in front a beautiful woman with their distance quietly closing in. @thelightxwithin​

“You wanted to get me alone, huh?” A playful smile appeared on her face as she stepped in closer, her hand falling down on Logan’s waist,  “You should’ve said so. I definitely would’ve taken you somewhere more quiet” Fingers curled around the fabric of her shirt to get some control, dragging her closer so their bodies locked. Their lips were less than an inch apart, but she refrained herself from initiating anything and instead released a short whisper.. “Take me home with you”

Logan smiled despite herself. This was in so many ways different from what had unfolded between her and Tara. Logan barely knew anything about this woman, aside from the fact that she was a good kisser, and an equally good lawyer. They were moving fast, but that’s what she needed out of this. Logan wasn’t trying to use Ryan. She didn’t know just how much she was using the other. “That, I can do,” she said, fighting the urge to close the distance between their lips. People were watching. She knew that people had been watching them since they got there. How often do two attractive women come into a pool hall? And then there was the fact that they were obviously flirting since the moment that walked in. 

She thought about taking Ryan’s hand and just leaving, but she knew that would be kind of a shitty thing to do to the people who worked then. So instead, she leaned forward, letting their lips brush ever so slightly against each other, giving Ryan a taste, just a small taste before she turned to start cleaning up. It didn’t take long to knock the rest of the pool ball into their pockets, then to return the pool cues to the man behind the bar. She didn’t love the way he looked at her, making her feel like he was planning on using his imagen of what her and Ryan were about to do to pleasure himself later that night. She turned away from him and scrunched her nose, then she shook off that thought and smiled and Ryan. “Shall we take a cab this time?”

[animaopen]

like the lips around

ao3// not at all safe for work, thanks to @rockboci for letting me borrow twig for science

Push her hair from her face, as she slips down. Kissing along the edge of the harness, tongue dipping under, finding skin. Fingers doing the rest, push and pull, flat against your stomach, lower now, up again. Until Logan meets your thigh, open mouthed now. Eyes that flicker up, and your smiles match. 

Other leg, around the bend of your knee. A hand that stretches up, cupping your breast, thumb rolling your nipple. Kisses her way up, and you watch the pause. Momentary. Gone. Lips that wrap around the tip of the dildo, and Logan pushes down. Slow, watching you. Maybe she’d smile, if her mouth wasn’t full. Deeper again, and back up. Once more, trail of kisses down the side, tongue flicking around just what she couldn’t quite reach.

Until she’s up, reaching for you. A light laugh, fuck, as you pat her ass. Her knees either side of your thighs now, hovering over you. Slings her arms around your shoulders, and the kiss is tight. Hot. Logan slips down, then, guide the dildo in. Feel the way she moans against the corner of your mouth. 

Chuckle of air, arcs back in your arms. Eyes pointed down, to where you could see the way she moved, took it in. Slow movements now, with how she raises her hips. Down again, wet and slick and a murmur of your name. Grinding down on you, each movement a little faster, a little rushed. Fingers between, hers, yours? Rubbing against her clit in circles, not the speed she wants. Teeth catch at her jaw then, and you. 

“Slow down.”

A grunt, of some sort of understanding. Disapproval. Hand over yours, trying to make you go faster. Fingers that wind in your hair, and don’t tug, oh no, hold on for purchase as she hisses when you rise to meet her. As you slip back on the bed, just a little further, down now. Hands on her hips as she moves with you. 

Raise your knees, heels set in. Logan leans back against you, spreads herself, taking you deeper now. Flush high on her cheeks, lips parted. Logan. A gasp, that hits, when you meet her. When her fingers run over her clit and her other hand tugs at her breast. Works herself over you. 

Close. Very close. Tells you so, around a groan of your name. And that’s just not what you want. Lean up then, a kiss that swallows her noises, arms around her waist. Tip yourself to the side, a solid roll that ends up with you two closer to the edge. Logan’s hands reach, as you kiss as she gasps.

One moment, of meeting her eye. Where your grin widens and she wets her lips. “Lo—” she starts, drags a pillow down.

“Uh uh, my turn now.”

Watch that smile sharpen, just a little. “You better do it good, then,” she says, like she wasn’t locking her ankles behind your back, teetering on the edge. 

One finger, cross over your heart. “Scout’s honour.”

Logan opens her mouth, for something else, that you don’t let her say. Not when you push back into her, cutting off that remark. Tongue following the line of her throat, as she arches, into you. Not much longer. With the way you roll your hips, how her legs slip from around your waist. Hands at her thighs, holding her wide. 

But you’re in control. Smooth movements, cheek against hers. Turn your head, just a little, watching the way purple disappears into pink, returns slick and wet. Too easy. A push of her mind, something snappy, but it’s lost into a bubble as you’re in her once more. Her hands leave the pillows, finding the lines of your back, lower now, gripping at your ass, pulling you in deeper still. 

Three more strokes. Just a little too slow for her, you can tell, and she comes with a whine at your ear that has you grin. A fuck you wrapped up in your name. Thighs twitching under your hands, arcing into you. Ride her through it, elbows under her knees now, pulling her up. Keep her going, until she’s biting at her hand. Looking at you, eyes too heavy, rolling back when you rub your thumb at her clit. 

Again, so soon. And once more, for good luck, until Logan twists herself, buries her faces in a pillow. Hypersensitive and you are hands on her skin, grin on your lips, as she moans, low. Tracing lines and scars and maybe there’s a fourth time, rolling into one. Flick a finger over her breast, twist the metal there, feel the shudder under your touch. Push her back towards the edge. 

What you get is a hand in your face, pushing you back, even as you dip your tongue between her fingers. A, Logan, fuck, hang on, and you stop. Pull back. “Are you okay?” 

Her legs fall to the side, and she swallows, wets her lips. Frown on her brow before she responds with: “I can’t feel anything.” Wave her hand towards her lower body, before letting herself fall back. “Fuck."

“I’m that good, huh?” Can’t help the twist of your lips. Something to be said about riding someone into incoherency and numbness, surely.

“Oh, shut up.” And she lobs a pillow at your head, missing by a decent margin.

Enough to have you laugh out then, a “not wrong though.” Smooth your thumb over her lips, spreading her again, teasing at her entrance. “You done?” 

A huff. “No.” Pause. “Give me like, ten minutes.”

“That long?” 

And that earns you a very pointed look, hard press of lips that would almost look threatening, if she didn’t push the hair off her forehead, giving a deep sigh. “Maybe five, then.”

You snort, then. “Uh huh.”

Rock back on your heels, catching the frown that forms as she pushes herself up. Wasn’t kidding. Another flick of eyes, she heard that, and you’re pulled down, hands on your cheeks. A kiss that’s more teeth, than anything else, keep your eyes open for the way she’s narrowed into it. At your waist now, nudging you onto your side, back. Over you once more, looking a little less boneless, a little more determined.

Push up to kiss her, rock her back. How her hands slide lower still, against the band of the harness. Dip in, tease at the edges, as you tug her lip out, keep the kiss messy and open. How she drags her mouth against the curve of your jaw, bringing her fingers back up. Middle of your back, drawing shapes you don’t recognise, until she slides back once more. 

Fingers that find the band again, and you can see the flush high on her cheeks. Eyes that are hyper focused, only seeing you. Can't help the grin, then, as you run your thumb across her lower lip. Which she chases after, pulling you in for a kiss that sears and bites. But you can hear the thoughts, the whisper against your lips. Let me taste you, she says, looking up under her lids. Your name. Corner of her mouth.

Both of you get the harness of, dropping to the floor with a noise neither of you hear. Not when she’s pushing you back, hand in the middle of your chest. Nails that lightly press in, little half moons, and you can’t help the, “getting bold, hey?” Earns you a grin that twists, as she leans in. Turns last second, finding your jaw. 

Kissing her way down, tongue flat against your skin as she reaches your collarbones. Meets your eye with a raised brow, lower now. Sweep of her tongue over your breasts, and you. Seize, a little, hands in the ends of her hair, as her teeth find your skin. Not that you would call it entirely gentle, and that gets you a snort, with the way she looks up. Moves to the other, same attention. Same pull. 

Fingers that slip between the two of you, and you’re keenly aware. Even as she kisses at skin, there’s the barest hint of pressure along you. One last kiss, pulling at your lower lip. Before she winks, and you grin.

Knees knock the edge of the bed, and she pulls you further away, until you’re barely sitting there. Sinks between, and the first touch of her lips is a kiss, softer, again. Once more. Stroke of tongue, that presses in between your folds, and Logan nudges your legs open wider. Further. Drags her nails along the underside of your thighs, towards the centre. Joining the way her tongue strokes your clit, tracing along the outside. Pushing in. 

Holds you open, as her tongue pushes in. A jolt, enough for her to look up at you, before you shake your head, fingers in her hair again. Curl into the tendrils, hold her close. Watch the curve of a smile form, before it disappears in the way she licks and sucks. Pulls at your lips, between her own, tongue laving over moments after. A finger that presses in, against your walls. Feel the way Logan continues the little circles, just there, as she pumps her finger in, out, in, out. 

Adds a second, stretching you. Tongue joining, and you don’t focus on the noises. How she moans around you, lowering herself on her knees a little further. How she has a hand on your thighs again, keeping you stretched, as she strokes you. Press her nails in, tighter circles on your clit. Logan’s tongue presses in again, and again and again, tasting you. Loud and wet and you can see the way she moves her own hips in time.

Lean back on one hand, and you press your self against her. Meet the way she moves with you, and that might’ve been your name, there. Again. And maybe you’re saying her name too, oh shit, good with your tongue after all, huh? that has her mind snap between wanting to bite at the remark. To keeping herself against you. Teasing and touching and tasting until you can feel the way you twitch. Moan low. 

Logan works you through it. Fingers pumping into you, curling now, in the way she sucks at your clit. Until your eyes close and you can feel the way you still jump, a little, at the touch. Don’t open your eyes, as you push your hair off your face. As you can feel the way she kisses her way back up, fingers still stroking you, gently. 

Crack open one eye, when you’re sure she’s in front of you. How Logan’s mouth is shiny, and her tongue darts out. How her other hand is between her legs, touching herself, not unlike how she works you. 

“Move back,” she murmurs, as you kiss around her mouth. Let’s go, only to hold herself over your thigh. Over you. 

Lowers herself, so the two of you touch. And you grin, when her hips start to move, steadying herself with a hand on your knee. How the two of you brush against, first, until you have a hand at her waist, holding Logan there, rising to meet the movement of her hips. Don’t let the stars fade from behind your eyelids just yet.

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

At it Again

It was all incredibly complicated. Yesterday night she got caught making out (and not the subtle kind) with her ex-girlfriend and current partner, at some officer’s houseparty. One of her co-workers filmed it, spread it around, it literally seemed like they were in high school. And even though it wasn’t a secret to most people that she used to shack up with her partner, the fact that they still were was not public knowledge. And now, if by some miracle she would’ve had any chance with Logan, that chance was gone now. So instead of her regular show up, Tara steered clear of the homicide department. Yet of course, she ran into Logan-LITERALLY not much later in the afternoon. “I’m sorry” Tara said, unsure which part she was apologizing for. @thelightxwithin​

Meredith and Max were talking about something, sport maybe? Logan wasn’t paying attention. She was sitting at her desk looking at her phone as a video of Officer Lewis and her partner Officer Johnson having an intense makeout session on the couch at some party that Logan hadn’t been invited to. There was a division between the police officers and the detectives, but for some reason Logan had still been sent the video. The caption of the video was titled, They’re At It Again, which only raised more questions for Logan. She watched as Tara’s hand slid up the inside of Joanna’s shirt, then she pressed the lock button on her phone to make the screen go black. Logan sighed and got up. “I’m going to get some coffee, do you guys want anything?” Meredith shook her head, and Logan left the office. She walked down the hall, feeling low only to end up bumping into the very last person she wanted to see. “Oh, uh, no, I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Tara, there you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” It was Officer Joanna Johnson rounding the corner at just the right moment. “Have you seen this?” She asked, her phone in her hand, the video playing on the screen as she held it out. Logan looked away from the video, and wondered if it was okay for her to walk away. “I think I might beat the shit out of Officer Russell later for thinking it was a good idea to film us. Can I count on you for backup?”

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

A Brake in the Case

“Oh come on!” Tara exclaimed, sitting on Max’ desk. “You know i’m right. Which is exactly why you haven’t put a wager on it. You’re just too proud to admit it” Max leaned back in his chair and pulled a face, his gaze shifting to the woman entering the department, raising his hand as a ‘hi’. She knew exactly who came in, but she didn’t turn around yet. It would be too easy, too desperate. She would seem like a lost puppy every time the detective came in. “20 bucks. Try me or admit i’m right” she stated, Max pulling yet another face, but this time towards Logan. “Fine, fine, you’re right. You know how much I can do with twenty bucks? It’s not worth it. But don’t you have a job to do or something? Or are you just here to stalk my co-worker?”Tara’s face just crashed right there and then, luckily her back was facing Logan. “Yeah shit sorry, I used you as an excuse to flirt with Meredith” Tara hopped on her feet and passed Meredith’s desk. She was going to make a snarky comment but then Adriena came in and she was just in time to keep her mouth shut. “Have a good day”  @thelightxwithin​

Meredith smirked as she watched as Officer Lewis tried to get Max to bet on something with her. Max was kind of known for placing bets with other members of the precinct. She herself had an ongoing bet with Max that Anglea was crushing over someone that didn’t work with them. Meredith hadn’t met Charlotte yet, but the far off look on Anglea’s face when she was supposed to be looking over paperwork was all too familiar. Meredith herself had been caught with that look on her face by pretty much everyone on the team, aside from the one person who was the cause of the look. She looked back down at her own work, but her attention was brought back up when Max’s voice rose a bit. She looked over at the two again just in time to see Tara say that she was there to flirt with her. Meredith’s eyebrows rose as Officer Lewis walked past Detective Gray, who had just walked in. Oh jeez, first Officer Johnson, now this? Meredith was preparing herself to try and let Tara down gently, when Adriena came into the room, and Officer Lewis left quickly.

Logan was having a good day. After a solid hour at the gym, she had taken a soothing showr, now she was off to work, feeling good about the case that they were working on. She didn’t know why, but she had a good feeling that they were getting closer and closer to finding the missing person. She walked into the office with a skip in her step, that quickly moved to her heart when her eyes fell on Officer Tara Lewis. Logan and Tara had been hanging out a lot lately, and Logan was starting to catch feelings that she knew she shouldn't be feeling. She was about to say hello, when Max made a comment about Tara stalking his teammate and Tara admitted that she was there to flirt with Detective Webster. Logan swallowed and looked over at her new partner. Of course Tara was there for Meredith. Logan’s heart sunk. She moved to her own desk sitting down and looking down at the file she had just placed in front of herself. God she did not want to sit there and listen to Tara hitting on Meredith. She heard the door open and looked up to see Detective Anderson walk in, and Officer Lewis walk out. At least Tara seemed to know that she’d have competition if she was vying for Meredith’s affection.

It was about fifteen minutes after Tara had left the room, when Logan noticed something interesting in her paperwork. “I’ll be right back,” she said, getting up abruptly and hurrying out of the office. She made a B-line for Tara’s desk hoping that she wasn’t out patrolling. “Officer, Lewis, uh, Tara, you pulled over a group of frat boys yesterday for speeding, right?”

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

“How are you not completely hungover?” Logan asked as she looked over at her friend. They looked totally with the world, as if they hadn’t stayed up most of the night partying with Logan. “I kind of hate you right now.” 

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Josie nodded slowly, “I understand that but I can’t help feeling that a little self pity and what ifs is better than shutting out a huge part of your life and people who clearly cared about you.”  She shrugged, “We all have regrets and what ifs but life changes and we have to move on but surely it’s better to embrace that change than to try and pretend it didn’t happen.  I’ll never be a ballerina like I wanted to be when I was younger but that was a different chapter of my life and I look back fondly on the good memories and cherish them but I’ve accepted it wasn’t meant for me but it doesn’t mean I can’t still enjoy going to watch a ballet.  It’s the same for you, enjoy it from a different perspective.” @itsrogersandco​

Ballerina? That was a new piece of information to Logan. She was glad for a reason to take the spotlight of the conversation off of her for a little bit. “What redirected you from the path of becoming a ballerina?” She wasn’t trying to fully change the subject, or avoid her side of the conversation. She was just genuinely curious. Even now, asking this redirecting question Josie’s words were sinking in. If she didn’t at least try to reconnect with her college friends, then she would get caught up in a batch of new what ifs anyway. Why not at least try and see what happens? She was happy with her job now. That wasn’t going to change. . . right?

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Josie reached out and took the woman’s hand in hers, her thumb rubbing over the skin gently, “I really think people would understand.  What you went through was intense and as you say you did what you had to to survive.  No one is going to be upset that you couldn’t carry on as normal.  Things weren’t normal.  Now though, when you are feeling stronger and I hope more positive then maybe it’s the time to reconnect with anyone that you have missed…..and anyone who can’t understand why you did what you did, well maybe they aren’t the friend that you thought they were.” @itsrogersandco​

Logan’s eyes moved down to their hands, watching as Josie’s thumb moved. The touch was calming and reassuring, and a little distracting. She thought about what the other was saying, and tried to find her words. “It’s just. . .” How should she say this? “Part of me is worried that I’ll get caught up in all the what ifs if I let myself reconnect with my past.” She frowned. “Does that make sense?”