AN: Hello ALL! I know that it's been way too long for an update, but I've been incredibly busy the last couple of weeks. I really don't know if anyone cares that it's been so long, but I'm gonna tell myself that you were all pining for my latest installment. Not that you all don't have lives, but in my world you live to adore me, or hate me.

I hope you like this Chapter, it's partially filler at first, but then it becomes an actual chapter. Feedback is much appreciated. So, without further ado, Peace Out.

Chapter Eight: The Beat Goes On

Over the next week, Rory and Finn had frequent phone calls to each other, but both were too busy to have a real date. They did, however, get together for lunch twice during the week. Rory was working on a new feature for the paper and Finn was working on new cases and taking care of Charlie. It wasn't until the next Friday night that they both had time to get together for dinner. Finn was making dinner for Rory and Charlie at his place. Rory was nervous about making a good impression on his son, which Finn thought was ridiculous, saying that if she could win over one McDonald man with her charm, the rest would fall at her feet.

Rory arrived at his house right on time, and knocked on the door. She had been envisioning this meeting ever since they had made plans on Tuesday. She heard running footsteps. The door opened to reveal a miniature version of Finn, he smiled to reveal his front teeth missing.

"Hello!" He said enthusiastically. 'The looks and personality of his father', Rory thought to herself.

"Well hi there, you must be Boomer."

Charlie giggled. "Nooo! I'm Charlie."

"Oh, excuse me Charlie. I could have sworn you were the dog."

Finn came into the foyer just then, "With the way he eats, I could swear he was a dog too."

"Hey Finn."

"Hello gorgeous." He leaned in and kissed her. Charlie covered his eyes and made the mandatory noises five-year-olds made when adults kissed.

Finn pulled away to make the introductions. "Charlie, this is Rory. Rory, this is my son, Charlie."

Rory reached out to shake his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Charlie."

Charlie giggled and shook her hand back.

"Charlie, why don't you show Rory your room?"

He gladly obliged and led Rory to his second floor room. It was generally neat, with blue walls and a green comforter. Finn called up the stairs that dinner was ready, and the two went down the stairs and into the dining room.

As they ate, Rory tried to get to know Charlie better. After all, she knew he was an important part of Finn's life, as she knew how important Ernest was to her.

"You know Charlie, I have a son about a year younger than you."

He got excited when he heard that. "Really? Where is he?"

"Well, right now, he's in New York with his dad, but he'll be home in about three weeks. I'm sure he'd love to meet you."

Finn piped in, "We could set up a play-date."

Rory couldn't tell if he was joking or serious with his comment. If he was serious, then this was a really new side the Finn that she was seeing. They had ice cream for dessert and then it was time for Charlie to go to bed.

"I want Rory to come."

Finn looked at Rory with an apologetic expression and asked her, "Do you mind?"

"Not at all, I would love to help. I miss tucking Ernest in every night."

They went upstairs and Charlie picked out a book.

Rory saw the title and laughed. "You and Ernest really will get along together well. He loves Curious George too."

Finn and Rory alternated reading the book to Charlie. When it was over Finn leaned in to give him a kiss and Charlie held his head down to whisper loudly into Finn's ear, "I like her."

Finn chuckled and replied back, "Me too. Sleep tight kiddo."

"Goodnight Daddy."

Downstairs again, Rory and Finn sat on the couch, discussing the night's events.

"He said he liked you."

"So I heard. You might want to review to concept of whispering with him though."

Finn laughed at that, "I've tried and tried, but he can't seem to master it."

"At least he's cute."

"Well he's got his father's good looks doesn't he."

"Yes he does." Rory leaned in to kiss Finn. The kiss quickly escalated into a series of kisses, each one a little more passionate. Soon they were completely horizontal on the couch when Rory whispered into Finn's ear.

"Maybe we should take this upstairs."

"Why would we go all the way upstairs when my room is so much closer?" He motioned with his head to the closed door.

"Right," Rory replied. They stood up, seldom breaking the contact of their bodies and lips. Finn pushed her up against the door and began kissing down her neckline. She stopped him for a moment.

"Before we do this, you have to promise me something."

"Anything," Finn quickly replied before moving back to her nick. She stopped him again and forced him to look her in the eye.

"Finn, this is serious. I need you to answer a question."

"Well get on with it then, I wanted to move on to the love making."

"Will there be coffee in the morning?"

"I think I can manage that. Can I continue now."

"Proceed," she said before offering up her neck willingly to become a victim of Finn's mouth.

He continued on her neck, opening the door and backing her towards his bed and unbuttoned her blouse slowly as she did the same to him. Rory finished with his shirt quickly and moved on to his belt. His hands found their way to her hair, and he tangled them in it. She moaned into his kiss, and pushed down the pants that were now unzipped and unbuttoned. He too pushed her skirt down around her ankles and she stepped out of it.

She paused with her thumbs hooked into the top of Finn's boxer shorts. "I guess it's time to find out if you really live up to Mr. Big."

He was surprised at her forwardness, but obliged by pushing her hands down, causing the boxers to fall to the ground. She gasped and he laughed while pushing her down on the bed.

Later that night they lay together in bed, with Finn's arms encircling Rory, who was lazily stroking them.

"So that was fun," Finn broke the comfortable silence they had been sharing.

"To say the least. You sell yourself short."

"I was surprised, you look like a screamer."

"You know Paris told me that once too. She said it was the quiet ones that were the loudest in bed."

They pondered Paris's knowledge of this before Rory again continued. "So we just had sex."

Finn looked down at her bewilderedly, "We did?"

"You know what I mean. I just want to talk about what this means."

"Well if you don't know what having sex means after that little expedition, then I certainly can't explain it to you."

"To our relationship. Can I even call it a relationship yet?"

"It means that this is an act that we will have to continue performing," he thought for a second before adding, "often."

"I just mean, I can't be in a casual relationship any more Finn. I have a son. I'm not at a point in my life where that type of relationship is plausible. And I'm no spring chicken either."

He laughed at the last comment. "Do you think I would have brought Charlie into this if I didn't want this to get serious? I mean, I usually save the meeting of the child until after I get laid. It's kind of like a reward."

"I want you to know that it makes me happy to hear you say that. I don't want to sound corny here though. I just think that this is a really good thing here."

"Good, cause it is a really good thing."

They sat there and thought about the weight of the underlying agreement they had just made.

"So tell me something."

"What do you want to know?"

She thought for a second. "Anything. Tell me how you became a lawyer."

"I went to law school."

"But I mean, Logan and Colin both had those familial obligations to work in the family business. And why you came here from Australia. And why you never went back."

"That's not telling you something, that's like fifty things."

"Well tell me. I want the life story. It might be a good idea to give me a Cliffs Notes version though."

"I guess I'll start at the beginning then. Chapter one: I am born, in Connecticut."

"Not Australia."

"Not Australia," he repeated. "That part comes later. My parents were Regina Scottsdale-McDonald and George McDonald. I am the second of two, my older brother's name is George Jr."

"Very original."

"That describes my parents perfectly," he replied sarcastically. "So for the first nine months of my life, I live in the great old U.S. of A. My parents, as any respectable blue blooded couple, had atrocious marital problems, but tried to keep them in the closet. They failed when my father was caught cheating with a neighbor at some Christmas party. One of the most notorious gossip queens in the country was in attendance, and so she of course spread the word among the socialites. My mother was ruined in the eyes of society. She had of course known about the affair, but had chosen to look the other way for the sake of her social standing. But with the information out in the open, she could no longer pretend to ignore it. So she did the only thing she could think of doing. She ran."

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but your dad was an ass."

"Yeah he really was. Thus begins chapter two of my life: I move to Australia with my mother and my brother. We managed to stay there until I was 15, just long enough to develop a strong accent, without being found by my father. Although, I don't think he really had any used for us until then, but now that George was coming of age, he had to be educated and prepared to become the heir to the throne. And so we moved back."

"Chapter three?"

"Exactly. We move back, they send me to private school. I rebel with bad behavior. They reprimand me. I do it again, they reprimand me again.

"Sounds like a cycle."

"And that was only the first month. So in high school I take some classes, played some soccer. Eventually I manage to graduate with good enough grades for Yale, although it probably helped that my father's entire line were alums too."

"Maybe just a little."

"Anyway, there again, I took some classes drank some beer, and eventually manage to graduate, with less than great grades, but still good enough to get into Harvard law. I had the legacy there of course with my mother."

"Of course."

"So I partied my way through that, during which time I created and later found out about Charlie. I graduated, passed the bar and joined a law firm to fulfill the role of the 'promising young lawyer with that go-get-em attitude'. A few months later I get the fateful DUI. I went to court and tried to defend myself. Being drunk during the trial was not the best decision there. So they sent my away to rehab. Stayed with Colin and Stephanie for the next six months and then moved back here to be near Charlie. I got a new job, bought a house and became a real dad. And then I ran into a beautiful girl that I knew at Yale. And here I am, in bed, with you."

"Good story."

"I'm glad you like it. You know, I never really do this much talking after sex."

"It's pillow talk. We have to cuddle and talk. It's almost mandatory after the first time."

"Well, I'm liking it, except for the fact that it is now midnight, and Charlie will undoubtedly be awake in the morning before it should be humanly impossible for five year olds to function."

"Well let's get some sleep then."

They lay there for awhile, neither one of them falling asleep, but just enjoying the presence of the other.

"This is nice."

"Yeah. It is."

AN2: I felt like I had to give Finn a biography just because it's all left unexplained on the show. I mean, he seems to be a part of the social elite (the Yale mating ritual party) and he seems like he's been friends with Logan and Colin awhile. This was the best I could come up with, so please let me know what you like about that.

Preview for the next chapter: The morning after.