A/N: I do beg your forgiveness for leaving this one for quite so long. I had a whole other story written in the meantime and just haven't had time with past exams and school projects. Not to mention that fact that I didn't know what to do with this. Please enjoy though, and as always review!

"Logan, don't you think your parents will be mad that we had sex on their private plane?" Rory giggled, slightly blunt for her- but she decided she wanted to be a little less predictable these days.

"They'll never know," Logan waved his arm in front of them, as they lay on the floor, covered by a single blanket staring up at the ceiling.

"Okay Mr. Know it All!" she giggled again and snuggled under his arm. "Do you know where my dress went?"

"Hmm, let's do a recap. You me kissing on the chairs, then the floor, clothes discarded," he made a throwing motion surprisingly close to what had happened. Who says we're oblivious to everything around us when we're having the best god damn sex of our lives? And who knew predictable, perfect in the eyes of the world, type girls were so wild in bed? Obviously Logan knew.

"Oh, I see that dress of mine," Rory exclaimed as she sat up to grab it. "Now what about that underwear?" she put a pensive finger to her chin and looked around the aircraft.

"Must you put it back on? I mean, that skirt you were wearing is easily accessible, say when we reach the hotel, for an easy to go time…" Logan laughed at Rory's disgusted face. "I'm joking, it's right here," he lifted her bra and panties off the floor and she snatched them self consciously.

"Thanks," she blushed- back to the old Rory.

"No problem, now let's see, my boxers would be, ah," he grabbed them from behind one of the seats and dressed himself easily as did Rory.

A loud speaker buzzed above them and they quickly fixed themselves as the voice began, "Please take your seats as we make our descent into New York. Thank you, and enjoy your stay."

"You know this was fun," Rory laughed as she buckled herself into the seat next to Logan.

"It was indeed. You know, I have never had so much fun on an airplane before," he said with a child like grin.

"I find that hard to believe with your dirty, if not impressive reputation Mr. Huntzberger," she said dryly.

"Well you, Miss Gilmore, are just going to have to believe it! Did I tell you how pretty you look with your hair like that?" He asked in an abrupt subject change, meanwhile brushing away a tendril of curls that hung in her face.

"You know that we Gilmores' are the masters of subject change and that didn't even get by me. But I suppose I'll allow this one to slip- but just this once," she added seductively as she pecked his lips.

"How very gracious of you. And to what do I owe the honor of your courteous mood?" he asked, if only to humor her.

"Oh this trip to New York I suppose. I haven't been in awhile and I did figure that since your paying for it you do deserve something in return," she batted her eyelashes and gave him a contagious smile.

"Oh how I'd love to know how that crazy mind of yours works!" he fell back into his seat as the plane scratched across the landing pad and came to a halt. "And now, my dear Ace, the real fun begins!" his eyes flashed mischievous as he offered his arm to Rory.

"Thank you kind sir," she nodded curtly at him and proceeded to exit the plane, tightly pressed to his side.

"Ah smell that Ace?" he asked as he took a deep breath of the New York air.

Rory scrunched her nose in disgust as she took a deep whiff of what Logan seemed to enjoy so much. Her expression turned to confusion as she spoke, "What the pollution, the surrounding and ever present smell of exhaust, or that the garbage dump is approximately ten meters from where we stand?"

He merely laughed at her observations. "No Rory, the smell of adventure that lurks around us! I love coming here, its so much…fun. There's just so much trouble to get into that I can barely contain myself," he winked at her as her look turned curious, then she broke into a smile.

"Please do contain yourself! The last thing we need is to be arrested for indecent exposure before returning to our very respected place of education- the almighty Yale," it was her turn to wink, which brought a light chuckle to his lips. The sound made Rory smile and she sighed deeply as Logan led her to the awaiting limo.

"Oh a limo! To what do I owe to this true delight?" she asked cutely.

"Only that you accompany me the entire night and don't ask questions," he replied and opened the door for her to slide in.

"That's asking a lot from a Gilmore. Not to mention the fact that a good reporter always asks questions and needless to say I'm striving to be an amazing reporter which means more questions on top of the questions a good reporter would ask!" she exclaimed all in one breath causing Logan to look at her curiously.

"How you just said all that in one breath never ceases to amaze me. Though if you were to be challenged in such an art form, the only other woman that could take you on would be Stephanie. She'd give you quite the run for your money," Logan gave her a smile and grabbed her hand.

"Well I would like to try that out sometime, seeing as how I learned from the best."

"The best being?" he paused.

"My mother,"

"Of course, the infamous Lorelai Gilmore, the woman who teaches all, to young Jedi Rory," he said in a mock announcer voice. She chuckled at his attempt of the voice and laughed even harder when he feigned hurt.

"My, my isn't someone sensitive this evening," she noted aloud as his hurt turned to sheer contentment.

"You know I only jest with you. How could anyone be hurt or upset in the company of such a lovely, adorable, witty, intelligent companion as yourself?"

"And you're laying on the flattery pretty thick tonight. Is there something I should know about? Is there something that I'm going to completely despise and you're just buttering be up so I won't be so upset later?" Rory's heart began to race as the panic of despising what they'd be doing tonight arose.

"What did I say about the questions?" he smiled at her as she smacked his arm playfully.

"I said it'd be nearly impossible," she added before he spoke again.

"Oh ye of little faith! Don't you trust me?" he asked, feigning worry once again.

"Of course I trust you. I just don't so much trust that mischievous look in your eye," she responded, her eyes beaming with playfulness.

"Okay, to end the worry- though I keep telling you that you'll never feel free unless you live on the edge- we aren't doing anything you hate. Actually it's quite the contrary. And don't worry, nothing illegal either!" he added, noting that the panic was erased from her face after his words sunk in.

Her eyes glowed with excitement and her body language had done a complete three hundred and sixty degrees. The once slouched shoulders had erected and her nervous lip biting had turned into a broad smile. Logan's fingers drummed along the palm of her hand as she leaned her weight against him.

"So where's the first stop?" she asked curiously. He gave her a look that said 'hey-I-thought-I-said-no-questions' and in turn hers turned apologetic. "Sorry, forgot the no question rule," she smiled weakly up at him and a pang of guilt hit his stomach immediately.

"You know you have a knack for making me feel guilty with even the smallest of circumstances," he wrapped his arm around her waist as she snuggled in closer.

"I know Logan, as I told you before I learned from the best," her tone was playful and he smiled as the mere caress of her words hit his ear.

"When was the last time I told you I loved you?"

"Hmm," she put a pensive finger to her lips and began to think.

"Not a good sign if you have to think about it," he added contritely. "Well Rory, I love you," he turned to her as her body tensed slightly. A smile swept across her lips and her blue eyes sparkled even in the dim lit car.

"Aww I love you too Logan. You know, I'll never get tired of saying that to you," she pressed her lips to his softly then let her head fall to his shoulder as a satisfied sigh escaped her lips.

The car came to a halt not too many moments later and Rory had to be shaken awake. Apparently all this love tired her out! Logan kissed her lips tenderly and her eyes fluttered open.

"Hey sleepy head," he gave her a soft smile as she sat up.

"Hello handsome. You know I enjoy waking up with you beside me," she smiled and stretched her tired arms in front of her.

"Okay, so we're at the hotel, care to take a look?" he asked as the driver opened the door for them.

"I'd be delighted to," She stepped out of the car with Logan after her and stared up in awe at the beautiful sight of the Plaza Hotel. "Whoa!"

"Only the best for the best looking gal on the street!" he said in his very best rendition of a New Yorker's accent.

"And the adventure begins," she muttered to herself while taking his offered hand.

They walked up into the hotel lobby and checked in quickly, as dropping the Huntzberger or Gilmore name usually comes with quick service. They strolled leisurely through the grand hotel and took their time going up to the penthouse suite. As they opened the big wooden doors, Rory was amazed at what she saw.

The room, or rather apartment, was decorated elegantly, with long cream curtains and blood red accents. The leather couch was a luxurious brown, situated close to the already bright burning fire. The coffee table was elegantly carved to match the mantle and that was just the living room. As Rory took the time to explore each room she was met with more and more surprises of modern furniture and themes.

"So this place is a complete shit hole," she commented dryly, the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"I know, it's absolutely absurd that we'd have to stay in such a place," he played along.

"And I mean this leather couch, just what were they thinking of this…oh that's comfy," she said as she lay down closing her eyes. Logan noticed this and leapt from his spot.

"Oh no Ace, no time to sleep. We have much to explore and discover. We haven't even had dinner yet," he added with a smile.

"I suppose I can put off the sleeping for awhile. So dinner?" she asked.

"We have to change first,"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Rory asked looking down at the Kelly green dress that was adorning her body.

"You look amazing, I meant I need to change because where we're going we are required to dress up," he added.

"Ah, Mr. Huntzberger, you expected me to dress up to go to dinner?"

"I knew you'd remember my curve balls," he said with a wink

"I love dress up! Now how fancy are we talking here? On a scale from MacDonalds fancy to 'I'm-not-getting-married-but-want-to-look-hotter-than-the-bride' fancy?" she asked in all seriousness.

Logan broke into laughter and her seriousness turned into a menacing glare. He abruptly couched to attempt to end the laughter. "I'd say a few notches down from the latter. Think slightly less formal then your coming out party. You look amazing in that dress, I'm glad you chose it," he smiled at her.

"I just wish it wasn't all creased from the plane," her smiled turned into a pout.

"How about we get it pressed? I can get that done for you in less than a half hour. Go get a robe on and give me your dress, I'll call the hotel service immediately," he said as she grabbed a fuzzy robe and gave Logan her dress.

He made the call and they'd agreed to come pick it up and have it pressed immediately. "Now to the matter of me getting changed!" he rubbed his hands together and grabbed a big suit bag from the closet that had been hung up before they arrived.

"You had a suit waiting for you?" she asked.

"Of course, I sent it yesterday,"

"How'd you know I would agree to this date?"

"Call it inkling," he winked at her.

"Ah, well I'm going to go take a shower while my dress is being pressed. I feel kind of dirty," she winked back at him and made her way into the bathroom while stripping down and turning on the water. She was brisk and washed her hair if only to make restyling easier. She blow dried her hair, with the drier supplied and re-pinned it up on her head. Grabbing the little make up she'd brought, she reapplied it to her face and left the bathroom in her fuzzy robe. Her dress was laid out for her on the chair by the door and she grabbed it, changing into it quickly. She heard a knock on the door and opened it.

"De javu," he said with a smile. "And might I add you look stunning,"

"And you clean up nicely as well," she replied taking his arm in her usual routine.

"Are you ready for a night filled with fun?"

"Fun? That's my middle name!" she threw her head back in laughter.

"And all this time I thought it was Leigh. Who would have guessed?" he played along and they strolled out of their hotel for an interesting night on the town.