Logan rolled over in the bed, hesitating before opening his eyes. When he finally found the courage to pry them open he sighed in relief. She was lying there, staring at him with her big blue eyes. "Oh thank god your not a dream," he told her with a smile.

She smiled back. "If that's what you do to me in your dreams it's a wonder you're ever functional because that would not make for a very restful sleep."

He leaned in for a quick kiss. "How long have you been awake?" he asked her.

"Not very long- five, maybe ten minutes."

"And you thought you'd pretend to be Bridgette Jones and I'm your Mark Darcy?" he asked with a grin.

"Hey, if you can stare at me right after we have sex, I can stare at you while you're sleeping," she retorted.

"Don't worry, I wasn't complaining."

"Good."

"So I don't suppose I could get a proper good morning?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I might be able to arrange that for you," she grinned.

"That's what I like to hear," he ran his hand softly down her arm and leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate embrace. At that moment his cell phone began to ring and he groaned frustratedly. "Go away," he mumbled, keeping his lips a mere hairs breadth away from hers, hoping not to have to pull away. The phone continued to ring, however, and he finally relented and turned over to answer it. "What?"

"Some one's grumpy this morning," Honor's voice chirped through the phone line. "You're not still in bed are you?"

"Maybe," he told her.

"Logan, it's 10AM," she chided him.

"So? That's not very late."

"You haven't slept passed 9, even on your days off, since you started to work for Dad and got used to rising with the sun in order to fulfill your Huntzberger duties."

"Well I didn't get much sleep last night," he replied, shooting a conspiratory smirk Rory's way.

Rory smiled back, remembering exactly why they didn't get much sleep. An idea suddenly sprung to her mind and her smile grew even bigger as she decided on her course of action. She climbed on top of Logan and began planting soft kisses all around his chest.

Logan suppressed a groan. Having his sister on the phone and his Ace naked on top of him was not a good combination. "Stop" he mouthed at Rory but she just looked back at him mischievously and went back to what she was doing. Logan took a deep breath a tried to concentrate on what Honor was saying.

"So what are your plans for today?" she asked him.

"I don't know," he replied evasively. He looked down at Rory who was still teasing him mercilessly. He knew exactly what his plans for the day were but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell his sister that.

"Well are Colin and Finn still there?" she asked him.

"Umm, I think they're around somewhere. They had dates last night, don't think they ever made it back." He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying not to react to Rory's continued attack as she moved her kisses southward. She was getting very, very difficult to ignore.

"Is something wrong?" she asked him, "You're acting strange."

"Am I?"

"You're just rather...terse, this morning."

"I'm fine, just a little distracted," he responded and he looked back down at Rory. She smiled up at him before looking away again and dipping her tongue into his belly button. He involuntarily gasped for air.

"Oh my God, Logan Huntzberger, is there a girl in that bed with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Honor," he replied innocently.

"Oh God, please tell me I didn't call in the middle of something dirty," she remarked.

"You didn't call in the middle of something dirty," he assured her. "You called at the beginning."

"Ewwwwwwwww. I don't need to hear this stuff from my little brother," she groaned in disgust.

He laughed at her but stopped suddenly as he felt the Egyptian cotton sheets covering his lower half being nudged farther down. Enough was enough. "Ace you have got to stop that." She laughed but finally obliged, rolling off of him and snuggling up next to him, resting her head on his chest.

"Ruin my fun," she whined, repeating his line from the previous night.

He shook his head at her with a smile and went back to his phone conversation. "So Honor, was there a point to this phone call?" he asked but there was dead silence on the other end of the line. "Honor?"

"What did you just say?" she asked slowly and Logan could almost see the wide eyed look of shock on his sister's face as he realized what he had let slip.

"I asked if there was a point to this phone call," he responded, being purposely obtuse.

"Logan," she said sternly.

"Oh, you meant before that?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes, before that."

"So you were referring to the part where I was talking to Ace?" he said nonchalantly.

"Oh my God! Ohmygod ohmygod!" she gushed excitedly. "So I wasn't just imagining it. When did this happen? How did this happen?" her voice turned suddenly somber. "Oh Logan please tell me she's not still...I mean you two aren't..."

"Geez Honor, no," he said defensively. "She's all mine," he added in much happier tone of voice. "As of just last night."

"Well why the hell didn't you say something sooner? If I had known I was interrupting a beautiful reunion I wouldn't have kept you so long. Eeeeek, I'm so excited for you little brother," she told him giddily. Though she had discouraged Logan from pursuing Rory it was only in an attempt to prevent his heart from being broken. The truth was she had always wanted them to work it out and she couldn't have been happier for him than she was at that moment.

"Thanks, Honor. I'm excited for me too," he replied, placing a soft kiss on the top of Rory's head and stroking her hair softly. Yes, he was definitely excited, in more ways than one.

"OK, well than, I'll talk to you later...and I want details. No, strike that, no details necessary- you are my brother after all. Bye Logan."

"Bye Honor," he replied.

"Bye Honor," Rory shouted at the phone.

"Bye Rory," she replied loudly, though she knew she probably wouldn't hear it. "Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving, Logan; that's why I called in the first place."

He looked at the beautiful brunette in his arms. It definitely was. "Happy Thanksgiving," he told his sister before hanging up the phone.

Before he knew what was happening Rory had jumped out of bed. "Shit," she cursed.

"Ace, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice trembling. Just a few moments ago she had been more than happy to share a bed with him, in fact he was really hoping that once he got off the phone she would go back to what he had made her stop doing during his conversation with Honor. Only now she was cursing and running around his room frantically looking for her clothes. That could not be a good sign.

She stopped momentarily and looked up at him, holding her sweater up in front of her for cover. "It's Thanksgiving, Logan," she said as though that explained it all.

"Yes and I'm very, very thankful," he assured her. "If you'll just calm down and get back into bed I'll show you just how thankful I am," he promised, trying to coax her back into his arms. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost her again.

"Back into bed? I can't get back into bed Logan, I should have left for Stars Hollow at least an hour ago. I still need to go home and shower and pack. I'll never make it to dinner on time."

Logan breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't freaking out about them. "Is that all?" he asked calmly.

"'Is that all?'" she asked incredulously. "Logan, my Mom is going to kill me if I'm not there, and then she will kill you for being the reason I wasn't there"

"Well we wouldn't want that; the whole Le Stat, 'die young, stay pretty,' philosophy never really worked for me. Tell you what, get back in bed with me for an hour and I promise to have you in Stars Hollow by 2."

"Are you insane Logan?" If I don't leave here till 11 I won't be on the road till almost 1. It takes almost four hours on a good day and this is Thanksgiving. This is all your fault" She was flailing her arms about manically by this point, completely forgetting her current case of nudity. Logan smiled as he watched her.

"All my fault?" he asked her incredulously but his smile never faltered as she continued her naked rant.

"Yes."

"Hey, I'm not the one who said, and I quote, 'stop acting like such a girl and just undress me already.' I'm also not the one who woke you up and 3 AM looking for a little hanky panky."

"Well you certainly weren't complaining at 3AM when I was looking for 'a little hanky panky'. You didn't say 'go back to bed Ace, we have the rest of lives to have sex'." Logan smiled broadly at what she had just said; they had the rest of their lives to have sex. That was definitely something he was looking forward to, but that didn't mean he didn't want to get some right away.

"Come on. Just come back to bed. Trust me, Ace, you'll be there in time," he assured her.

"What? Did you suddenly develop the ability to apparate? Invent a portkey? Maybe you have some floo powder hanging around?"

Logan shook his head at her in amusement. She was cute when she was freaking out; especially when she was naked and freaking out. "Come on, just get back in bed."

She sighed defeatedly. What else could she do but trust him? She climbed back into bed. "This had better be good, Huntzberger."

He wrapped his arm around her and drew her into him. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before reaching for his phone. Rory listened in to his side of the phone conversation wondering just how he was going to pull this off.

"Hello? Sid? It's Logan Huntzberger," he told the person on the other line. "I'm really sorry about the short notice and all, especially since it's a holiday but it's kind of an emergency...Stars Hollow, it's about 30 miles south of Hartford...yeah, that's fine just make sure there's a car waiting when we land...Uh huh...do you think you could have her fueled up and ready to go by 1? That'll be great, thanks so much...Happy Thanksgiving to you too." He hung up the phone and turned to Rory. "We have to be at the helipad by 1" he told her.

"The helicopter?" she asked laughing.

"I know it's not exactly a portkey but this will have to do, for I am only a mere muggle."

"Wait a minute, did you say we have to be there by 1?" she asked.

"You're not gonna let me spend Thanksgiving all by my lonesome, are you?" he asked, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. He just got her back, he certainly wasn't ready to spend any time away from her already.

She sighed, this was bad. Sure she wanted Logan to come with her; the thought of leaving him already, even for just a few days was horrible but he couldn't go to Thanksgiving in Stars Hollow with her, it was a recipe for disaster. She sat up to look at him straight on. "Logan," she began. She tugged the top sheet up to cover her bare chest.

"Oh please, you're going to be modest now?" he asked in regards to the gesture. "You were just running around my room in a frenzy, baring it all."

She felt a blush creep up in her cheeks, she really had done that, hadn't she? "Logan," she said again. "You can't come with me."

"Why not," he pouted. "Are you ashamed of me?" he joked. She looked at him sadly. "Oh god, you're ashamed of me."

"I'm not ashamed of you Logan, don't be silly. It's just...I should really tell my Mom about this first before showing up all 'here we are'. And then there's Jess to consider. I don't want to flaunt this in his face, it's not right."

"Jess is going to be there?" he asked, trying not to sound jealous.

"Of course he is," she said like it should be common knowledge.

"Well excuse me if I'm a little surprised by the fact that your ex-fiance would travel all that way to spend Thanksgiving with you and your family," he replied. The jealousy was definitely starting to creep up.

"It's his family too. I mean Liz and TJ are joining us and Tommy, and obviously Luke will be there."

"Who are Liz and TJ and Tommy."

"Liz is his mom, TJ is his step-father and Tom is their baby."

"And what about Luke?"

"Luke is his uncle. You knew that didn't you?"

"Umm, no," he replied. "Wait, Luke is his uncle?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah."

"Luke, you're stepfather Luke, that Luke?"

"Uh huh."

"So that would make Jess your..." he began, all traces of jealousy gone.

"Don't you dare say what you're about to say..." she warned him.

"You almost married your cousin?" he said laughing hysterically.

"Step cousin." she stressed. "And Jess and I first got together way before Mom and Luke did."

"I'm sorry Ace," he said, gasping for air between bouts of laughter, "But seriously...your cousin?...Aren't there like, laws against that?...Think of the poor children."

"We're not actually related Logan," she replied angrily.

"Come on Ace, you have to admit this is funny."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, keep it up and it might be the only enjoyment you get for quite some time," she threatened, poking him in the chest menacingly.

Logan suddenly sobered up. "You wouldn't," he said, sounding completely unsure of himself.

"You wanna take that risk, be my guest," she smiled at him glibly.

He glowered at her, "You're mean."

"Well you better get used to it, mister, because you're stuck with me now."

"How will I ever survive?" he asked sarcastically.

"I'm sure I could make it worth your while," she answered with a grin. "Now where was I? Ah yes, I remember," she climbed back on top of him and continued where she had left off earlier. After a minute or so Rory stopped and looked up. "I've got an idea," she said smiling.

"Please God, let this idea be related to the fact that you are naked and straddling me," he requested.

She laughed at him. "No, but I think it could lead to some more nudity in the near future," she said with a grin.

"Well than, I'm all ears," he replied, pulling Rory down so that she lay flush on his body.

She remained in that position, her head resting so that her ear was over his heart, and lightly rubbed his arm. "OK, well Jess was only going to stay in Stars Hollow tonight and leave tomorrow because they needed him at the store for the after-Thanksgiving-Christmas rush and by then I will have explained everything to my Mom and Luke. I have to go to dinner at my Grandparent's tomorrow night but after that there's no reason you can't be there with me," she explained. "Why don't you come down tomorrow night and spend the weekend. I bet I could get us a room at a romantic little inn, I have some pull with the owner, ya know," she continued and Logan could feel her lips curve upward against his chest.

"Hmm, let me see...A romantic weekend in a quaint little inn with my beautiful girl? I don't know..." he pretended to think about it.

"Loooogan," she whined.

He smiled, "Wild horses couldn't keep me away."