Her eyelids flutter softly as she begins to wake up, and I can't help but smile as I notice the sparkle in her eyes when she sees me. "Is that coffee?" she asks hoarsely.

I nod. "And here I thought you were happy to see me."

She sits slowly. "Yeah, yeah, that too. Is the coffee for me?"

I lift an eyebrow. "Would I dare do that to you?"

"I recall that not six weeks ago, you did do that to me." She extends her hand and I turn over the paper cup to her.

"Allow me to rephrase…would I dare do that to you again?"

"Not likely." She mutters darkly, drinking deeply from the cup.

"Precisely." I tilt my head. "You should get dressed, otherwise we're going to be late." And then Colin will kick my Aussie ass.

She takes another drink from the cup. "Late for what?"

"You know I'm not going to answer that love. It's a surprise."

"Finn." I can hear the warning in her voice.

"Rory." I mimic. "After seven months you should know just to go with it."

"I really do have to study. I wasn't lying when I told you that yesterday."

I grin. I thought of that. I'm a good boyfriend. "Paris packed you a study kit. She's very helpful."

She sighs. "You are the only person on the planet who would qualify Paris Gellar as helpful."

"She likes that I make sure you keep up with your schoolwork."

"You don't make me keep up with my schoolwork."

"Fine, she likes that I tell her I do. Same thing really, far as she's concerned."

"Right." She nods, climbing out of bed and crossing towards me. "You're sure that if I don't get ready right away we'll be late?" she asks, stopping in front of me to sip her coffee again.

Yes, Colin is most definitely going to kick my Aussie ass. I let my eyes travel across her tight stomach past the faded tank top pulled tight across her chest. "That depends." I offer, reaching out to pull her closer. "What did you have in mind?"

She smiles, and maneuvers herself to straddle me on the chair. "Well, you woke me up, brought me coffee, and told me to get dressed."

I nod. "I did do that."

She leans forward and touches her forehead to mine. "You forgot a step." She murmurs, and I feel my eyes close as her lips touch mine softly. As her tongue slides into my mouth, I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her flush with my upper body and running my hands along the skin of her back.

A few minutes later, I pull back. "Good morning love." I whisper.

She smiles broadly, and fuses her lips to mine once more before pulling back. "Hey you." she tilts her head. "How long do we have until we're officially late?"

I wince. "Pretty much none." I admit, glancing down at the thin pants and tank top she's wearing. Standing quickly, I feel her legs lock around my waist tightly as I move to her dresser.

"Jesus Finn!" she exclaims. "Warn a girl."

I shake my head, pulling open her underwear drawer and handing her a bra. "Put this on under the tank top."

She stares at it blankly. "It's bright blue."

I glance at the item. "So it is." I glance back. "Is there something wrong with the pretty blue bra love?"

She sighs. "This is your way of telling me I'm going to have to wear what I have on, isn't it?"

I shrug, and place my arm back around her waist, still holding the bra. "We sort of spent your dressing time on more participation oriented activities." I lean forward and kiss her lightly. We are so late. They're never going to let go of this. I promised I'd keep us on schedule this time. We still have to pick up Colin's little musician. I feel her deepen the kiss, and bring my hands up to brush her spine.

I pull away abruptly and feel her feet drop at the door to her bedroom slams open. "Jesus Finn! I told you to get her dressed!" Colin exclaims.

I sigh as she begins to shake with silent laughter, burying her face in my neck. "I'm trying mate, but she jumped me." I protest.

She calms slightly, and turns to glance at Colin, whose face is screwed with frustration. "To be fair, we were trying to find me a bra when Finn grabbed this of all things." She grabs the blue bra out of my hand and holds it up.

Colin groans. "I'm going to regret saying this. I know I am. I always do, in fact. Isn't that a bra?"

I am so glad he's the one who asked that. I'd have never heard the end of it. I'm supposed to bloody know better than to pick any random bra.

She shrugs, and tosses it into the drawer, rooting around to find another one.

I see a slip of orange poke above the waist of the pants, and wince. Uh oh. Don't say it love, just don't say it. He'll be angry if you actually tell him you can't wear the blue one because it doesn't match. He'll be angrier when he finds out where the matching one is.

"Yes Colin, that was a bra, a blue bra in fact. But I'm wearing my orange thong, so I need to find the matching bra."

I groan. She had to say it. "Love, why would you say that? We're in a hurry." Colin is going to burst a bleeding vein. I can just feel it.

She turns to face me, and I see her eyes flash. "Finn…where's my orange bra?"

I close my eyes. "See, now that's precisely the reason I didn't want you to tell me that you're wearing the orange thong. The orange bra is in the 'vette." I admit, glancing over at Colin.

"So we'll stop by the vette to grab it on our way to the Land Rover." Colin cuts of Rory's reply, even as Rory smacks my arm.

"Ow!" I protest. "It's not my fault pet! I honestly thought we'd be back before it came up."

She smacks my arm again. "Why would you let me forget it in the car? It's my favorite."

Well, this morning just went to shit. And it started on such a positive note. "Yes, well, it's my favorite too love, but –

"Finn!" she cuts me off. "You let me forget my bra in Sydney. This is not the time to rationalize!"

I feel Colin's glare. "Her bra is in Australia?" he clips.

I turn to him, and wince. I tried to keep us on schedule this time. Honest. "She wasn't complaining when I took it off mate." I point out.

He closes his eyes. "I knew I should have had Logan come get her. But no. I thought it would be nice of me to let him have some time with Steph. And now I'm here, and Rory is upset because the bra she wants to wear is in Australia." He sighs. "Jesus. The two of you are like a sideshow sometimes."

Rory shrugs. "He brings out my inner Lorelai."

I glance at her, and smile. Well that's awfully nice of her. I do try so hard. "What about that fire one I got you for your birthday?" I suggest.

Colin perks up, but she shakes her head. "I left it at the cabin in Banff two weeks ago."

"Rainbows?"

"Probably thrown out by the staff at the hotel in Dublin by now."

Colin groans. "It doesn't have to match Gilmore. For all intensive purposes, you could just grab a sweater instead. We need to go."

She crosses her arms and glares at him, and I sigh. Honestly. His dating that little musician has been good. Really. She's good for him. But she has made him lose perspective on women and their underwear."Because that's going to encourage her mate. Really." I think back carefully, and turn to her. "Citrus fruits?" I ask, but hold up a hand when she begins to protest. "No, I'm almost positive it's at your mother's." I hurry to her closet and grab a tight zippered yoga jacket, handing it over. "We still have to pick up Lane, and if it's not there, I know for a fact the orange crush one is at the apartment above Luke's."

"You do realize that the two of you are worse than rabbits, right?" Colin clips.

I turn on him. "Not helping mate." I point out, and then turn back to Rory, silently asking her to go along with it before Colin has an aneurysm.

She sighs. "You're making me go out there in flip-flops, aren't you?" she sticks out her bottom lip, pouting. "There's snow out there."

I grin. "Piggy back?"

She nods vigorously, slipping on the flip-flops near her bed, and jumping onto my back. As we pass Colin, I feel her turn to face him. "Were you planning on coming along? I have it on good authority that we're late."