A/N: Okay, here goes (if I can wrap my hung-over brain around it, anyway)… Good morning folks (and that's just sad since its 20 to 3 as I'm writing this, but I really just stumbled out of bed)… I've almost finished chapter 4 so here you go, chapter 3 for y'all, consider it my way of saying Happy New Year…

God, how I hate New Year… You jump of stoles to get well into the new year, but how the hell are you supposed to feel you gotten well into it, when you wake up the next morning with a hang-over the size of Jupiter, and a craving for a rare steak the size of Pluto (my hang-overs usually involves eating a hardly cooked, half cow… don't ask)... Anyhow, to all of you who reviewed, you were great! You gave me some of the kindest and most amazing reviews I've ever gotten… Thank you, so much… And to those of you who liked the Colin/Logan part, I promise you more in future chapters…

By the way I seem to have forgotten to put in a disclaimer, so here goes (and this covers everything I post under this story title)… I own nothing, except from the plot in this story…

Three French Hens

Just as she came in the door after having been at the YDN, her phone rang. She looked at the time and almost panicked, it was a quarter to 8, which meant that she only had fifteen minutes until Finn came. Doyle had rear-ended her in the newsroom, trying to make her take over an article the writer had abandoned due to sickness. It had taken all her willpower to fight him of and escape. Again noticing the chiming phone, she didn't bother to check the caller-id, she just picked it up and groaned at the disturbing caller.

"This better be good"

"I'm shocked and appalled! Is that how you greet your mother, whom you by the way haven't spent Christmas with this year!"

"That's not my fault! You were the one who wanted a winter wedding. A winter wedding means a winter honeymoon, I thought you would have figured that out" Rory smiled, she had missed her mom.

"Yeah… but it was a beautiful wedding" Lorelai sighed.

"Yes mom, it was a beautiful wedding" she deadpanned. She had repeated this sentence so many times by now.

"Do I detect sarcasm in your voice kiddo?" Lorelai chirped.

"No, not at all" Rory sighed, her mother had every right to swoon in the memory of her wedding, she wasn't one to wreck it. "So, how's the honeymoon?"

"Exactly as Hugh described it…" her mother grinned "except of course from the fact that Luke has seen my bottom" she faked an English accent for the last part.

"Irk, images I could do without"

Rory made a face and started to rummage through her top drawer trying to find a sweater to wear. She wasn't really paying attention to her mothers chattering in the other end of the phone line, and as a sudden silence erupted in her mothers end Rory realized she had missed a question.

"Sorry?" she said, feeling guilty as sin.

"Are you not listening to me, oh Child of Mine? And be warned, if you say no I won't call you Sweet"

"I'm sorry…" Rory sighed.

"You're not starting out good there!" now her mom sounded more serious. "What's going on?"

"Relax, don't get all creped out… I just have a date, and you disturbed me in the middle of getting ready"

Rory wasn't sure that her mother had heard the last of her remark, because an exited chipper had erupted at the other end of the line. Her mother had engaged in jubilant cheers. It was difficult to ignore her, but Rory tried nonetheless, she grabbed a brush from the top of her dresser and started to brush her hair carefully. After a while, Rory sighed.

"Okay, I get it. I haven't had a date for ages…"

"Years," her mother interrupted "that is, unless you've stopped telling me everything?"

Rory ignored her.

"…not since that terrible disaster grandma lured me into last year…"

"You didn't answer me?"

"…but I haven't really missed it, but anyway today I nevertheless have a date in like 5 minutes"

"Rory, mommy doesn't like it when you don't answer her" Lorelai pouted.

"Well mommy, Rory doesn't like it when you make fun of her" Rory shot back.

"Fair enough" Lorelai sighed, "Maybe the whole celebration feast we are planning down here are a bit to much"

"Maybe!" Rory couldn't help but smile.

In Rory's end, there was a loud noise outside the door. She looked at the clock on her night table it was exactly eight. Don't people know how to be fashionable late anymore? Is it a lost art? She groaned internally and mumbled swearword.

"Did you just say what I thought you said?" her mother said in a singsong voice.

"Could you hang on for a minute mom?" Rory went to open the door with the phone squeezed to her ear with her shoulder. Her mother was still talking in the other end, but apparently to Luke. Rory could hear him answering his overly chipper wife in a slightly overbearing voice, and sighed as she opened the door. Just occasionally, a normal family would've been nice. She smiled at Finn who was outside the door and stepped aside to let him in.

"So, who is he?" Lorelai said smiling in her end of the phone, she had been worried about Rory lately she didn't get out much.

Finn smiled at her, she had an apologetic look on her face, and her phone fused to her ear. She looked like she had tried to change her shirt without letting her phone be detached from her ear, and with one hand, she was trying to brush her hair without pulling too many strands out. Last night she had stayed with him, just sleeping! This morning he had walked her home, promising that he would pick her up in the evening so they could go see a movie. Now he was standing in her common room slightly impatient, bobbing up and down, and holding three cups of steaming hot coffee. She was still trying to get through to whomever she was talking to on the phone.

"Hi Kitten" he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled appreciatory.

Then he offered her one of the three cups of coffee he was cramming together in his hands, and she gave him a look of pure gratitude. She drained the cup of half its contents and blinked at him. Then apparently the person she was talking to asked her a question, she looked at him and blushed somewhat. She started pacing.

"Just someone I met…" she answered vaguely, something that didn't seem to satisfy the person she was talking to.

He could hear her, he was now sure it was a woman, even where he was standing about ten feet away from Rory. She piped loudly at Rory's comment in a disapproving voice.

"Okay, okay…" Rory moaned, and looked at Finn again "He's Australian…"

The woman interrupted her again and Rory tilted her head, again looking at him.

"Yes, he has an accent…"

Yet another interruption, this time a loud, cheerful chirper that sounded like I loooove accents.

"I know you do. Now can I please go? That is if you're done embarrassing me"

To Finn it sounded like the before very loud voice faded to a whisper. It took a while before Rory answered, but when she did, she was smiling.

"I know, I was thinking exactly the same" she laughed, "Love you too, and I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Rory hung up the phone and blushed ferociously as she looked at him. He smirked at her embarrassment and got terrifyingly close to her. He could sense the intoxicating sent of vanilla and cinnamon from her hair, and breathed in heavily. She shivered faintly and looked at him up through her long, thick lashes. All he wanted at that moment was to jump her and do unspeakable things to her, but they had been almost chaste since that first, intoxicated evening. He wasn't used to girls who acted like this, and for some reason it kept him interested. She didn't seem to remember much from that first night, and untrue to his normal behavior he had no desire to remind her, he was more interested in getting to know her better. Today he had happily blown of one of his parents many Christmas parties to be with her, and he knew that he wouldn't be popular in the family. He reached out and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, the touch seemed to make her quiver again. He bend in and brushed his lips gently over hers.

After she hung up on her mom she looked at him, and she could feel her cheeks warm up. She cursed internally at who easy it was to get her embarrassed, and when he moved in on her she started to shiver. She remembered the first night, the night they met. She had feeling that he thought she didn't remember their night together, but she did, she more than did. Every time he got near her, she remembered his hands on her body, and the feeling she had in the pit of her stomach when he caressed her on her inner thigh. The memory made her shiver every time she was near him. She looked at him through down turned eyes, and he slowly leaned in and let his lips touch hers. Her heart raced in her chest, and she felt tingles shoot up through her spine. The soft touch lasted for less than ten seconds.

"So, ehh…" she muttered and took a step back. "I guess I'd better get dressed"

He nodded slowly, and then a small smirk formed in the edges of his mouth.

"Or get undressed" he said in a husky voice.

He lifted her up and carried her into her room. Rory was squeezed into his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat, which sounded a little rapid to mach her own. She had no idea how to react to his actions. When they reached her room, he put her down, just in front of her closet. He smiled at her confused look.

"Now get ready Kitten. I'll be waiting with baited breath"

He left her, standing bewildered in her room, and went back to the common room. She fought the feeling of regret that was gathering in the pit of her stomach, and sighed loudly. She wasn't supposed to be like this, she wasn't supposed to want to sleep with some guy she hardly knew, again. After the disaster with Dean, she hadn't even spoken to a guy for months, and she hadn't had either sex or a relationship until now. It was scary that she was suddenly so willing to jump into bed with a stranger, but it was as if he just pushed the right buttons with her. He made her feel relaxed when he joked around, but his mere presence was almost physically painful to her. The chills, the shivering, and the sexual innuendo was exhausting. But still, she kept coming back for more. She sighed again, and started to get dressed.

He had taken her to an old movie theater where they had a Hitchcock cavalcade. They had seen 'Vertigo' and 'Rear-window' when Finn suggested going out for ice cream, they found a place and sat down after they had ordered. They started to eat their ice cream, but soon Finn's gaze was caught on Rory's mouth instead of his dessert. She turned her spoon over inside her mouth, and licked it clean while she slowly tugged it out between her lips. Just looking at her almost drove him over the edge to insanity, and she was practically redolent of the sexual tension that was hanging thick in the air between them. He was staring at her mouth, and he almost got a hard on just by looking. When she noticed his stare, she shot him a grimy smirk, and raised an eyebrow.

"Like what you see?" she croaked with a suggestive tone in her voice.

He swallowed hard, and got up from his seat. She had finished her ice cream, and his had melted while he was staring at her. Without talking to her, he merely held out his hand for her to take. She glanced at it with a puzzled look, and then let her gaze travel up to his face. After a while, she took his hand without any objections, and they started to walk towards her dorm. On the way there, neither of them said a word, but then when they got there Finn took hold on her shoulders, and spun her around so she was facing him. He looked into her eyes with a distressed look on his face, and then he let an investigating glance run over her face.

"I think we have to stop with the sexual innuendo" he looked very serious.

"What d'you mean?" She was genuinely perplexed, not about the innuendo, but about why he wanted it to stop

"You see," he took a sharp gasp through his teeth before he continued "I like you… a lot. And I want to get to know you, and if we keep this up it will drive me insane! I will jump you, we'll have sex, and I'll most likely loose interest in you because then I wont know any of your interesting little eccentricities and quirks that makes you a wonderful, interesting person"

Finn had just made a ramble any Gilmore Girl would be proud of, but Rory was just truly confused.

"But you already did that!" she said trying to keep a straight face.

"No, I didn't!" Finn's voice was indignant "I'm still interested"

She sighed heavily. He wasn't exactly the easiest person to talk to, your brain had to work at a pretty high speed, and hers didn't seem to do so right now. She tried to wrap her mind around what he had just said, and end the confusion.

"I mean… you already jumped me, and you still seem interested" she hoped he understood this time.

Now it was his turn to look perplexed.

"I thought you didn't remember?" he said in a faint voice. She smiled widely.

"I know I was drunk, but I wasn't that drunk" her smile was accompanied with a blush as her next words exited her mouth "And even if I had been that drunk, I'm pretty sure I still would've remembered. You don't forget something as mind-blowing as that"

As her last word was said, her gaze landed on the ground before her, and she didn't see Finn's facial expression change. During a few seconds, it went from perplexed, over dawning realization, to sheer bliss. He looked at the girl in front of him, and a feeling he had never known before spread itself in his stomach. He was happy, for the first time ever he was truly, honestly, sincerely mind-bogglingly happy. And as his fingers lifted her chin and his mouth descended on hers, the feeling grew. It kept growing as she opened her mouth to let his trying tongue in, until it exploded in all the colors of the rainbow as he pinned her up against the wall of her dorm building, and she, with a voice that seemed thick with lust, moaned his name over and over again.