An hour later they were lying in each other's arms, both half asleep as the alarm rang out. Logan slapped his hand down on the snooze button and immediately brought his arm back down around Rory. She stretched and tried to roll out of his grasp but he tightened his hold on her. "Logan, I have to get up," she mumbled.
"No, bed good," he retaliated.
"Logan, I have to go. I still have to go back to my place and get ready," she argued but her words lacked emphasis; she didn't really want to get up either.
"I can take you straight from here," he muttered, refusing to open his eyes. "Than we can stay in bed longer."
"Logan, I have to pack. I was supposed to do it last night but as you can guess, that never happened."
"Buy new clothes there," he suggested.
"Logan, you don't pay me enough to buy a whole new wardrobe," she said, smiling at his antics.
"I'll give you a raise," he offered sleepily.
"You do realize that offering me money to spend time in bed with you is called prostitution, right?" she said with a laugh.
"But it's not faaaair," he whined like a three year old.
"I also have to shower," she continued to protest.
"Well now that you can definitely do here," he told her, waking up fully at the thought. "In fact, I can help you."
"Thanks for the offer," she chuckled, "but I need to get clean and what you're suggesting is very very dirty."
"Getting dirty is much more fun than getting clean," he pointed out.
"Tell you what, you let me go and I promise you one dirty shower at the Inn this weekend," she offered.
"Only one?" he pouted.
"I'm only promising one, but be a good boy and you never know what rewards might be headed your way," she grinned.
"You drive a hard bargain Miss Gilmore," he said, releasing her from his grasp.
She smiled at him as she rolled out of bed. "Come on, get up. You can come with me to get my stuff and see me off at the helipad...Hmm, that sounds weird...see me off at the helipad, like flying in a helicopter is an every day occurrence."
"You sure it's OK for me to go back to your apartment with you?" he asked. He was more than happy to but he didn't want to have any unpleasant run-ins. "I mean he..."
"Will be half way to Stars Hollow by now. Don't worry about it," she replied, heading off towards the bathroom.
Logan climbed out of bed and walked over to his closet to start getting dressed. He had just pulled on a pair of khakis when he heard an unfamiliar ring tone.
Searching around for the source he noticed Rory's purse on the floor in the corner and he went to pick it up. He looked at the caller ID and yelled to the bathroom, "Hey, it's Sue."
"Answer it," she called back.
"You really think that's wise? If I answer your phone don't you think she'll know something's going on?"
"Exactly," she replied walking out of the bathroom fully dressed. "Oh and make sure to put it on speaker phone, I want to hear her reaction," she said with a wicked grin.
Logan smiled at her and shook his head. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to do as she told. With one more glance at her, he smiled and flipped open the phone. "Hey Sue," he greeted as nonchalantly as he could. Rory stood there and watched, trying not to giggle.
"Hi...ummm Logan?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yep."
"Sorry, I must have..." Sue trailed off and Logan and Rory looked at each other, holding back laughter. It was clear that Sue was looking to make sure she didn't accidentally call the wrong number. "...No, this is definitely Rory's number. Logan, why are you answering Rory's phone?"
"Because it was ringing," he answered.
"Yes, but why are you answering it?" she asked again.
"Because I wanted it to stop ringing," he replied through gritted teeth. It was not going to be easy to keep this up for long.
"You're going to force me to be blunt, aren't you?"
Logan looked over at Rory who was biting at her nails to keep from laughing out loud. "Why, what ever do you mean?" he asked Sue.
"Logan..."
"Sue..."
"Will you just freaking tell me already?" she burst out.
"Tell you what?" he asked innocently.
"Ugh...If John Smith got his fucking Pocahontas," she screamed frustratedly.
"That comparison doesn't really work; John Smith and Pocahontas weren't at the first Thanksgiving, they met in Jamestown at least a decade before the Pilgrims even landed on Plymouth Rock."
"I hate you Huntzberger," she sneered.
"That's good to know," he chuckled. "Here, talk to Ace, she'll fill you in on all the sordid details, I'm sure." He tossed the phone to Rory. "Not too sordid," he told her. "I like to keep some stuff just between us."
"Yes, dear," she responded sarcastically before taking the phone off speaker and turning her attention to her best friend. "Hey, Sue."
"Hey Sue? Hey Sue? That's all you have to say for yourself is Hey Sue?" The red head screamed though the phone line.
"Umm, Happy Thanksgiving," she added with a laugh.
"When the hell did this happen? Yesterday at work you were all sullen and confused and now he's answering your phone and you're saying things like 'yes dear.'"
"Well, what can I say? I had a 'eureka' moment," Rory shrugged.
"Is this why I had a voice mail from a drunken Australian singing "Logan and Reporter Girl sitting in a tree'?"
"Oh Sue tell me you didn't..." Rory responded worriedly.
"Didn't what?" she asked.
"I warned you. I told you not to give Finn your phone number."
"Why not? He seems like a pretty cool guy," Sue replied.
"He is; we wouldn't be friends with him if he wasn't but that doesn't mean that he won't harass you until you leave Tim and fall into bed with him. He is Finn after all."
"I'm sure you're exaggerating," Sue said, not at all concerned.
"You keep telling yourself that."
"You're such a drama queen Gilmore," Sue said with a sigh. "Now, about those sordid details."
"Tact never was your forte, was it?"
"Tact is just not saying true stuff," Sue quoted Cordellia Chase.
"Ah yes, I believe I read that on the 'Everything I need to know in life I learned from Buffy the Vampire Slayer' poster," Rory looked over at Logan and rolled her eyes and he just laughed. He knew how unrelenting Sue could be. He walked back over to her and grabbed the phone from her hand.
"OK Sue, I'm gonna have to steal her back now if I'm going to get her to the helicopter on time so she'll have to fill you in on those details later. She'd probably prefer to do it when I'm not around anyhow because she hates to inflate my ego bigger than it already it. We'll see you on Monday," and with that he clicked the phone shut.
Rory put put her hands on her hips and looked at Logan disapprovingly. "What makes you so sure those details would boost your self image, Mr. Huntzberger?"
"Well you weren't calling me 'Oh God' for nothing," he retorted and she just glared at him . Rory's phone rang again and she yanked it from Logan's hands.
"What now Sue?" she asked without even looking at the caller ID.
"Helicopter? He has a freaking helicopter?"
"Good bye Sue," Rory said hanging up on Sue once again.
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"OK, I think I've got everything I need," Rory said, rolling her bags out into the living room.
Logan looked at her incredulously. "Ace, you're only going to be there for fourdays,"
She examined the things before her, thinking pensively. "You're right, I should pack an extra pair of jeans...oh and those new boots."
"I should know better," he said with a shake of his head as she ran off towards the bedroom.
She turned and smiled back. "You're just a little rusty in the Gilmore ways, you'll get used to me again," she assured him.
She disappeared into her bedroom again for a moment before returning with the aforementioned items. Logan spoke up as she tried to stuff the things into her already overfilled bags. "OK so I spoke to Sid, the pilot, and he said there's no where to land in Stars Hollow. Not that that's a surprise..."
"Yes and a helicopter descending upon our small village would probably wind up in the local paper as an extra-terrestrial attack with rumors of my abduction and appointment as alien princess," Rory retorted.
"Right, the quirkiness of Stars Hollow has faded in my mind over time. Anyhow, you're going to land in Bridgeport and there will be a car there to take you home. Call me when you get there so I know everything went smoothly," he ordered.
"I'm a big girl Logan, I can find my way home. I don't need a daddy," she retorted.
"How about a sugar daddy?" he asked with a gleam in his eye.
"Well let's see; we had lots of sex and now you're chartering me a helicopter. I think that pretty much fits the definition."
"Is that all I am to you? A black card and a good lay? I'm wounded, Ace," he mock pouted.
"Of course that's not all you are, baby," she said giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "You're also my bellhop; grab those bags for me will ya?" she said as she walked off towards the door.
"OK, now you're sure you have everything?" he asked sarcastically.
"I think I've...oh no! I almost forgot," she gasped as she ran back to her room yet again.
"You know, I was joking, Ace," he called after her.
"This is important. I'll be right there." she disappeared and reappeared a moment later, fastening something to her ear.
"Earrings? That's what was so urgent? You can't go three whole days without changing up your accessories?" he asked, throwing his arms up in frustration; women!
"These are special earrings, Logan," she told him, pulling her hair off her face to reveal the pink sapphire jewels he had given her for her birthday.
He smiled brightly. "They look just as beautiful on your perfect ears as I imagined."
"Perfect ears? Are you serious? That's cheesy even for you," Rory told him with a disappointed shake of her head.
"Hey, no part of you is insignificant," he defended. "You can't take part in our witty banter if you can't hear my ingenious remarks, and don't tell me you don't love your ears when I'm doing this to them..." he leaned into her and took one lobe into his mouth, avoiding the earring, and sucked softly.
She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. "Logan," she said breathily, "We...we have to go."
Logan pulled back and rested his forehead on hers. "Don't sound too convincing there, Ace." he replied sarcastically before completely separating himself from her. "OK, now let's get this stuff to the car," he added, grabbing hold of Rory's suitcases and making his way out the door.
They got outside and climbed into the limo. Once they were seated, Rory rested her head on his shoulder and he threw his arm around her. "So what are your plans for the rest of the day?" she asked him. "Please tell me you'll do something somewhat festive."
"Of course I will. I'll have the boys over and we'll watch football and eat pizza. It doesn't get more festive than that," he replied with a grin.
"Logan," she chided. "Pizza has many virtues, especially when it has meatballs and extra cheese, but it is not a Thanksgiving dinner. A Jewish Christmas dinner, maybe, but not a Thanksgiving one."
"No, you've got it all wrong, Ace. The Italians are all Catholic, they aren't open for business on Christmas. Jews eat Chinese food to celebrate the birth of someone else's God."
"Well it doesn't really matter because you aren't Jewish and we're not celebrating the birth of a god; we're celebrating the plundering of the land from the Indians. You're supposed to have turkey for that."
"Well if it makes you feel any better we'll take shots of Wild Turkey every time the Jets score," he promised.
"Why is that not comforting?" she asked with a scowl. "I'll have Sookie save you some turkey for tomorrow."
"Sounds good," he said as the car came to a stop. "Come on, we're here." He opened the door and they stepped outside to find the helicopter humming loudly.
Logan walked up to a man whom Rory assumed was the pilot and he had a few words with him before shaking his hand and turning back to her. "You're good to go," he screamed over the sound of the motor. "Call me when you get there."
"I will," she promised with a roll of her eyes as she walked off towards the chopper. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She spun around to face him and he pulled her in for a kiss. They pulled apart and he leaned into her ear so she could hear him, "Love ya."
"Love you too," she said with a smile before getting onto the helicopter for real. He would never get tired of hearing her say those words.