As we step off the plane, I feel Rory deflate slightly. I lean down. "What's wrong love?" I whisper.

"We're in the tropics again." She mutters. "My mother is going to kill you Finn. You promised her you'd warn her before you did things like this anymore."

As we climb into the limousine, I nod. "I know I did, but remember how this was Colin's idea?"

Her eyes meet mine. "Like she's going to care. It's thanksgiving Finn." She shifts onto my lap to make room for Logan and Steph on our bench."

"Or one of you could just sit on the other side." Colin mutters, glaring at us.

I wrap my arms around Rory's waist. "We're good, thanks mate." I place a light kiss on her neck, and sigh as Logan moves across. "Do you really think that you moving is going to encourage me to let her go?" I ask carefully. "After the unending torture that was the plane ride here?"

"Or encourage me to move?" Rory adds. "Come on guys, get over it."

I notice Lane holding in laughter, and grin at her widely when she cracks, shaking her head. "Leave them alone Colin." She offers. "They're not going to move, and Rory's got Lorelai's determined face on."

Rory tilts her head. "Which one?"

Lane winces. "The one she gets when Luke refuses to leave work early on Saturdays."

Rory leans back into me. "Dirty." She smiles.

"Not in front of us. Please, God. That's the one line we're all pretty sure you two haven't crossed. I'm begging you, don't." Logan mutters.

Rory nods. "You're right, we haven't." she admits. "And I promise we won't. When are we getting to the hotel though?" she laces her fingers with mine.

"Now." Colin nods at the door as the driver opens it.

I place another kiss on her neck, and pull her out after Steph. As we stop in front of the desk to check in, I feel her arms come around my waist from behind. Jesus. It's been too long. Stupid Huntz taking her book. I feel her lips on my back through my shirt. Grabbing the key from Colin as he's handing them out, I tilt my head. "We'll see you at dinner then." I offer, pulling her towards the lifts.

As we step onto the lift, I turn to face her, and catch her lips urgently. God she's beautiful. I trace my fingers up her sides and catch my hands in her soft hair. I feel her tongue trace my lips, and reach my own out to caress hers.

We stumble into the room, wrapped in each other. "Finn, hurry." She whispers in my ear as I pull her shirt over her head.

I smile, capturing her lips again. "As my lady commands." I whisper, pulling her down to the bed with me.

A few hours later the phone near the bed rings, and I pull her with me as I grab the receiver. "What?" I clip at the person.

"Mr. Finley?" a deep voice asks.

"Yes?" who in the hell could be calling in the middle of the evening?

"This is Martin, from the front desk. Mr. Rothschild asked me to remind you that you're due to dinner with the rest of your party at nine."

"And what time is it now?"

"Eight, sir. He requested that you allow Miss Gilmore time to prepare."

I wince, glancing down at Rory's sleeping form. "Could you have room service send up some coffee?"

"I'll see to it sir." With a click, the line goes dead, and I shake Rory softly.

"Love, it's time to get up." I whisper.

She groans. "Already?"

"Apparently Colin doesn't trust us to get to dinner on time. He had the desk call."

She giggles. "Really? How much time did he give us?" she presses her lips to my chest.

I groan. "Only an hour love, and you need to get changed. Coffee is on the way."

She nods, and sits up slowly. "Thanks." She glances around the room. "Okay then." She bites her lip. "Any idea where our clothes are?"

I climb out of the bed, and manage to find my under shorts quickly. "How on earth did you manage to fling my shorts and my pants to two different sides of the room love? You took them off at the same time."

She shrugs, and I'm about to go kiss the smirk off her face when the phone rings and someone knocks on the door simultaneously. "You get the door, I'll get the phone." She offers, grabbing the receiver.

I open the door and see Lane's eyes bug out. "Hello pet." I smile.

She points at the cart next to her. "Colin had them send this to my room and leave the cart. He told me to bring it at ten after eight." I grin when I realize it's our luggage.

"Thanks love."

She sighs. "Could you put a shirt on? I'm supposed to come in to make sure you actually get ready."

I wince. "I'd really love to oblige." I tell her, grabbing the card and motioning for her to enter. "But I don't precisely know where my shirt is, and you just now brought my bags."

She shakes her head. "You two only had three hours. How could you have done this to this room already?"

I glance around, taking in the couch cushions on the floor, and the blanket near the window. "Practice." I offer, lifting a dress bag off the cart and handing it to Rory, who's holding out her hand.

"You change in the bathroom." She says. "That way Lane won't completely freak."

I nod, and grab my suit bag from the rack, along with my shaving kit. I move into the bathroom, and close the door, hanging the bag on the door.

"Three hours!" Lane shouts. "Colin's right, you're worse than rabbits!"

"I'm sorry, did you not see his back? I had to! I hadn't seen him in two days because of studying before they picked me up this morning." Rory exclaims back.

I slide my pants on, and quickly shave. Damn right. Two days. Hell, that's the longest I've been apart from her since finals last April. The girl is bleeding obsessed with school. I quickly pull on a deep green button down shirt and slide my jacket on overtop. I pull the door open a bit. "Does Lane think you're decent love? I forgot socks and shoes."

"She's dressed." Lane clips.

I step out, and smile as she twirls slightly. "Very nice." I cross to her and run my hands along the deep green silk straps of the dress.

She quickly steps back. "One, Lane's here; two, if we're late again today, Colin will have a fit. You know that, you've seen that Finn. Please?"

I turn to Lane. "Ah, but I can fix both of those. We can send Lane to distract Colin."

"I'm not going down there without both of you." she crosses her arms.

I sigh. "Socks and shoes it is." I turn to the cart and pull off my bag. "We're going to have to get someone up here while we eat to unpack for us love. Rummaging through bags is not how I'd like to spend the weekend."

Rory laughs. "We could always just shop for more like we did the first time we went to Sydney."

I groan. "Or we could not." I pull on my shoes and watch as she slides her feet into delicate sandals. "We'll talk to the concierge on our way to the restaurant."