(opppsyyy bit of a mistake...changed now)

Hi guys, sorry this took so long to write, it's my fault for drinking far too much at the weekend.

Well hope you enjoy.

Have Fun =]

"Ace seriously you have to get up, Frank got here fifteen minutes ago." Rory rolled over, still groggy with sleep, since they'd hardly got any last night.

"mmmmmm" she she moaned, "In a little bit." That was when Logan ripped the covers off and scooped her off the bed.

"Logannnn, it's cold, put me back."

"Nope Ace, we have to go, like ten minutes ago, so please get dressed." He started to pull her Pyjama top off and she finally started to react to the urgency he was trying to get across. As she continued the process of stripping, Logan handed her some travelling clothes, knowing that she really wasn't aware of anything at this point.

Once he was sure she was getting dressed he went into the kitchen to fill her travel mug with coffee. He wanted a happy Ace today, not a coffee deprived one.

He was concentrating so much on not over filling it he jumped slightly when Rory said,

"I thought you wanted to go, you going to hurry up?" He looked up and she was grinning, looking gorgeous as ever, with her deep chocolate brown wavy hair pulled up in a loose bun. She was wearing the tight black jeans he had handed her with a white tank top and a cropped blazer jacket. She looked like a movie star and he knew she didn't even realise.

"Don't be so cocky Ace, the world knows you would rather be in bed than on a plane at the moment."

"Actually I want to be anywhere you are." She blushed as she wrapped her arms round his neck and gentle kissed him. All Logan wanted to do at that point was pulled her into the bedroom and forget the outside world existed, but he couldn't, they had a plane to catch.

He slowly pulled away, groaning under his breath,

"Ahhh Ace you don't know what you do to me, but we have to go."

Rory knew this, but she was so enamoured with his lip. Knowing that sooner rather than later, that this honeymoon period would be over. Logan was back working for Huntzberger group, though Mitchum had agreed to let him head up a new project involving online magazines and social networking. It was beginning to take up more of his time, and although Logan was happy to be doing something he loved again, Rory knew it was only a matter of time before Mitchum was putting pressure on him, and started doubting him again.

She finally pulled herself away from the warmth,

"Okay let's get on the road to the mystery destination." Smiling she grabbed his hand and they headed out.

Rory settled down in the squishy seat on the Huntzberger private jet, sipping the glass of champagne she was handed by the hostess. She was wondering how Logan had managed to convince his dad for give him the jet. She closed her eyes as the jet starting taxi-ing out onto the runway, wondering where Logan was. He'd disappeared into the cockpit the minute they'd got on the plane. Still refusing to tell her where they were going.

The moment he'd asked her to marry him she knew the wedding she wanted, and she also knew the wedding she was going to get. Stars Hollow was her home and she wanted to get married at the inn with her friends and her family around her. On the other hand her Grandma and no doubt Logan's mother will want the perfect society wedding with 500 guests taking place at the vineyard. Somehow she would have to combine the two.

Logan had come through the cockpit door to find his Ace with her eyes closed again; she looked serene and was totally oblivious to him staring at her. He'd been looking forward to this trip for the last month or so and now that she said yes to marrying him he was sure it would be even better. Whilst looking at her Logan was wondering if not telling her about the letter from The Times. It had been in the post this morning, but he didn't want the thought of whether or not she got the fellowship to ruin the week.

She opened her eyes and he was standing there staring,

"Hey, why are you over there, come 'ere." She giggled as she used a freaky French accent. He crossed the plane and sat in the seat next to her, kissed her lightly and said,

"You better put your seat belt on Ace, we're about to take off." She complied and snuggled into his side, instantly loving the movable armrests. He pulled on his own seat belt and put his arm round her, relaxing into the comfort of having her so close.

"So Logan, where are we going? Because I'm noticing that I'm not dressed in beach shorts."

"I thought you liked my surprises." He said gently rubbing her arm as she slightly tensed as the engines picked up, "Or at least the ones without blindfolds." She smiled up at him from her comfortable stop her head had found on his chest.

"I do, but when I turn up in a foreign country, I don't want it to look like I've been kidnapped."

"You won't look like you've been kidnapped Ace." He laughed, "You're going to look like a woman in love being surprised by your amazingly handsome fiancé."

Rory loved when he was being cocky and she knew he was right, she leaned into kiss him just as they took off, which made her tense up and stop. She loved the flying bit of flying, but taking off and landing never always put her completely on edge.

"Shhhhh, Rory, it's what the plane is meant to do." He pulled her lips to his, distracting her with his favourite method. He deepened the kiss, by licking her lip, begging for entrance into her mouth. She let him in with just as much enthusiasm. She pulled back slightly to look into his eyes,

"I love you Logan." And with that her mouth connected to his and stayed there for a long while.