It's been over a year and Rory finds herself in a bar where she meets up with none other than Finn, sparks fly but can they forget Logan long enough to satiate their need? [Finn and Rory]

Rated PG-13 for some story content

Disclaimer: Nope still just my idea, and a bit of a naughty one at that.

Under and Over

Chapter 1 – Truth be known

She was dreaming of college, she missed those days, the structure, the studying, and the drinking games. There was none of that here in Albuquerque NM. Where she was following Barack Obama on his bid to be president. He was a sharp dresser, funny and really smart, his wife was stunning and graceful and his two daughters cute as buttons. She was nudged by the person next to her.

"Hey, you awake, he just made the whole core laugh and radio silence from you." Her friend and roommate Sylvia whispered.

"Yeah, I am just tired you know? I miss my old friends. It seems like there is never time for fun, just bus, sleep, listen, write, and repeat." She sighed and returned to taking notes about the speech.

Given that information Sylvia convinced her to join them at a local bar, it's a college campus there is always a bar, she reasoned. They were sitting at a table sharing a pitcher of beers when she overheard a man with an unmistakable accent speaking rapidly to someone on the phone.

"Yeah mate, I'm coming out next week, we can hit the clubs, pick up girls, and have fun like old times. I am sure you've been strapped to your desk and are pale as a ghost, I am taking you to the beach or at least a tanning salon." Finn laughed at something the other person said then ended the call and caught her spying on him.

She turned away quickly, but not quick enough.

"Well Rory Gilmore as I live and breathe, the one and only Reporter Girl. Come with me to the bar luv, let's catch up." He extended his hand to her and Sylvia practically pushed her into him, earning her a glare. Sylvia shrugged and flicked her hands indicating for her to go.

He placed his hand on the small of her back sending a shock of electricity up her spine.

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like Albuquerque?" He looked at her expectantly and waved to the bartender then ordered their drinks, Fosters for him and a White Rabbit for her. "You look a bit lost, like Alice, so I got you that drink to bring you back home."

She giggled at this reasoning, "Finn, Alice followed the White Rabbit down the rabbit hole into Wonderland, are you saying that I belong there, not here? Where I am following the campaign trail. Where the bus is uncomfortable and smells of fumes, the rooms are substandard and I don't think I have slept more than four hours a night in the past month due to the schedule and weird rooms. Don't even get me started on the coffee." She sipped the drink and nodded in approval at the vanilla vodka with milk.

"Ah, poor little lost lamb. Tell you what, my hotel is just down the street what say I set you up in a nice suite with a deep bath, it might even have jets, and you play hooky and I will see to it you get a proper rest." He winked at her and set his hand upon her knee.

"Finn, you know I'm not a red-head right? And no I won't dye it. Plus, you are Logan's best friend, it would be weird." She reached and set her hand on his, but did not remove it, it felt comfortable somehow.

"Look luv, I am your friend too and it's just creature comforts. If you aren't comfortable with a little fun, then that's OK too. Let me take care of you, you look like you need it." Rory looked into his eyes and decided it was not a bad thing.

"OK, let me let my roommate know and text my boss, I can't just skip like school, people are depending on me here. I don't think he'll object though, the main speech I can't miss is in three days in Sacramento and I'm sure I can fly there in time. So sure I will let you set me up, can't guarantee if I will accept your advances, but your prowess is legendary so I may have to see for myself." She winked at him and downed the drink then stepped over to let Sylvia know she was picking up her things. She also let her know she would meet up again in Sacramento.

He had ordered her a shot, something topped with whipped cream, she sucked it down and turned to him with a bright smile, "In Omnia, right, let's go. I need to stop by my hotel, pick up my things and check out, but then I am all yours."

He set some bills on the bar and left the establishment with his arm over her shoulder and hers around his waist. He waived for a Taxi and she gave the name of her motel, he cringed and she shrugged. Soon they had retrieved her things and he settled her share with a shrug at her a frown and they were in a cab again off to his hotel. She was surprised when they pulled up to a house, a really big, very nice house.

"Finn, this isn't a hotel." She stared at the ominous abode.

"No, not yet, but it is going to be a heck of a boutique. You see this is the future, swanky B&B's. The kitchen is open all night, the rooms are all A++ and the amenities are perfect for that home away from home feeling. You are going to be one of the first guests to experience it." He paid the driver, retrieved her bags and led her up the walk to the stained glass doors. To her surprise they opened themselves and she walked in with her eyes wide.

"I think whatever that last drink you gave me has just hit me, what was it anyway, it was delish." She looked at him expectantly.

"It was a Blow-Job, I figured you've given some damn fine ones that you deserved one for yourself." He laughed at her turning completely red and walked up to the desk to check in.

"Mr. Morgan, you're back, did you wish a separate room for the lady?" He inquired.

"No, she'll be staying in my suites, please have her bags sent up, we are going to the dining room for a bite." He instructed. He then led the dumbstruck Rory to a table in an elegantly appointed dining area.

The sleek wood tables and ladder back chairs we deep mahogany and the floor was a highly polished oak, the contrast reminded her of a chess table, there were even white and black marble accents, the overall effect was stunning. He helped her to a seat then waived for the server, he ordered some food a bottle of wine and asked for water, which was poured immediately and the server left quietly.

"Finn, you gave me a Blow-Job, why would you do that and how do you know I do it well?" She looked at him with clear shock in her eyes.

"Well, don't think lowly of Huntz, but after you said no he was lamenting all he had lost. After many glasses of scotch he began to elaborate, he said you gave the best blow he had ever had, you are uninhibited and well, I just thought you should enjoy one. That and the look on your face when you drank it then again when you learned its name, priceless."

"Oh, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised Logan is pretty chatty when he drinks, and you are his best friend. "She looked away from his deep gaze and blushed then sighed and said, "What did you order for us?" Wanting to change the subject.

"Just some tapas, you know cheese, meats, some fruits, and a simple light supper. We can order something else if you prefer, oh and I ordered up a bottle of Spanish cava to accompany. I could order you coffee if you like?" He was looking at her concerned.

"No it all sounds wonderful and I have been eating nothing but fast food and pub fair this whole long trip. It sounds much nicer than anything I have had in months. Thank you." She reached for her water and took a long drink.

"Tell me something", he said as he began to pour the wine, the food having just arrived. "Why'd you do it? Say no I mean, I think it threw us all for a loop. You two were golden, two and a half years and you said no, what changed?" He removed some items to a plate and placed it in front of her and he handed her the glass of bubbling wine.

She took a sip, "Mm mm, this is nice." She took a deep breath, "We had never talked about it, never, we didn't future gaze thinking about being married, having kids, our home, none of it ever. So when he asked I was stunned, sure I loved him, but he should have known I plan things. I am not someone who just does a thing on the spur of the moment, sure I jumped off the scaffolding and stole a yacht but this, and this was huge. It was forever you know. I had just graduated, I was finally done with school, I had no job, no prospects and I still wanted to travel the world as a reporter. His offer would stop all of that. I would become Emily, and as much as I love her, I can't be her. Paris told me that she and Doyle had decided when they would get engaged, married and even picked names for their kids. I hadn't done any of that with Logan. Maybe we could have been forever, but he said now or never, and I couldn't say yes so it was never." She picked up a piece of bread and put cheese, meat and a spread on it, ate it and drank some more wine.

"He never told us that, we all figured the two of you had made all those plans and then you changed your mind. He made it look like you changed the plan blindsiding him." He ate some and took a long drink.

"Well, I guess in a way I did change the plan, only it was his plan, not our plan. Do you see the difference?" She queried, he nodded and they noticed almost all the food and wine was gone, the silences must have been longer than either thought.

Finn waived to the waiter and turned to Rory, "Are you good luv, want anything else?" She shook her head and he signed the check.

They rose from the table and she followed him to his rooms. He let her in then followed and went to the bar. "Martini luv?"

"Sure but first, which room am I in? I'd like to change into something that doesn't have bus and conference smell all over it." He laughed and pointed the way.

"Why not take a shower then we can sit and catch up." He encouraged, she nodded and went into the room.

Once she was alone, she shook her head and sighed. What was she getting into, he was Logan's best friend. Sure she had always been attracted to him, any woman with eyes would be and that voice. She tried to clear her head of the slutty thoughts brought on by the shot he gave her, he knew it would get her mind in his pants. Now she wanted to see if he agreed with Logan. No that is not happening; she scolded herself as she stripped for the shower. She lathered and rinsed allowed the conditioner to sit and shaved her legs including above the knee. She was doomed, she wished she had a sexy little number, but she hadn't planned on hooking up with anyone. She leaned her head against the shower, oh yeah, she was doomed. She dried off and left the towel around her hair for a moment and grabbed a fresh pair of sleep shorts and a tank with a dancing coffee cup and donut on it. She combed out her hair and twisted it into a bun sticking an oversized hair pin in it heaved a last sigh; then exited to the main room. She noted he had changed as well, his hair looked damp so he probably showered too. He was just shaking the martini.

"Perfect timing luv, I have just finished, hope you like it." He handed her the glass and she took a sip, it was sinfully good.

"Finn, what is that?" She looked at him with wonder as she sat on the sofa.

He took the seat opposite her, "Cannon Ball Gin, it's Navy strength", he quoted the bottle. "Do you like it?"

"It's perfect, very tasty. Well what do you want to know?" She tucked her legs below her and he tried not to groan. He legs were perfect, long and smooth, had she shaved? She looked fresh and bright, she still wore a bit of innocence which he wished to corrupt. He sighed inwardly and told his naughty mind to behave.

"Well, what have you been up to? I mean you can't have just been riding around and reporting that's awfully dull for such a beauty. You haven't met anyone who tickles your fancy, as it were?"

"Actually, that's pretty much my life these past, 14 months, sure I went home for the Holidays, but then it was back on the bus. I have seen more colleges, hotel meeting rooms, parks, roads and deserts than you could imagine. It had been fun at first and I am happy it will be over soon, just four more months 'til November 2nd and then the next thing. I have no idea what that will be, but I am game to try." She finished her cocktail and indicated for another.

He rose to oblige, "So all that time, no one has warmed your bed, or even offered. I find that hard to believe." He poured her drink and sat a little closer to her draping his arm over the back of the sofa and moved close enough he could play with her hair. He found the pin and pulled it loose letting the soft damp waves fall to her shoulders. He ran his fingers through the twist loosening it so he could thread his fingers through it. He hair was so soft, silky, even damp it felt delightful in his hand.

She found herself leaning into his touch as she took another drink. "Nope, no one, I haven't had the time or interest really; if Sylvia hadn't dragged me to that bar I would never have known you were in town or you me. It was just a fluke." She took a long drink trying to still the wasps stinging her gut trying to force her to kiss him.

"You are so beautiful and I can't believe no one has worked their way into your bed. Are they blind or just stupid?" He was gently caressing her neck now.

"Ah, I guess I'm just not friendly, I have only ever slept with two men you know, and I am picky. I heard they call me the Ice Queen. It's OK though, I am there to write not date." She tipped her head back into his hand and set the glass down. It was all he needed, he leaned over, pulled her to him and kissed her, his tongue traced her lips and she granted him entry. The kiss was perfection, deep and needy, he tried to move her so she was lying beneath him and she stilled.

He pulled away, "Sorry luv, I just can't help myself. The room has a lock if you are worried. I mean, just look at you, you are so bloody beautiful and you are just so..." She cut him off and pushed him down kissing him while lying on top of him taking charge. He let out a groan as she ran her hands over his chest and slipped a hand beneath his shirt to feel his chest, he sat up so she could remove the shirt and she ran her hands over him eliciting a groan. He ran his hands over her back and caressed her bottom. He gently pushed up towards her so she could feel the effect she had on him. She pulled up and looked at him through lust clouded eyes.

"You want to know don't you? Is she as good as he said, you want to know." She scooted down peppering his chest with kisses. She eased his sweats off him allowing him to spring free and she smiled at the effect she had on him.

Finn's mind went completely blank, he had never felt anything like this, she was amazing and he was losing control. Before he could stop it, he did, he had never done that before and after a while she crawled up on his chest and kissed him. He could taste himself in her kiss and it was doing something to him. What was she doing to him? He didn't care; she just needed to not stop. She stood up and took him to his room, they tangled the sheets thoroughly and now she was lying with her head on his chest fast asleep. What had he done? His mind raced, he had slept with Rory Gilmore. She was the single most amazing lover he had ever been with, and that was saying something. He now knew why Logan lamented the loss even today. Ah Shit! LOGAN! Nope, he wouldn't let thought of Logan cloud this night or his time with her. They hadn't been together for ages and even when they were together they sometimes weren't. Nope he wasn't letting any thoughts of Logan cloud this bed. He pulled the blankets over them and fell into a deep sleep.