A/N; 0kay, so this might be the last chapter for a while. The thing is that my computer seems to have gotten a mental illness of some kind… This means that half the keyboard is malfunctioning, I'm getting it fixed, but it might take a long time, I don't know yet… Maybe it didn't like coffee after all…

Eight Maids A-milking

She woke up late the next morning. They had kept the party going till five in the morning, and she and Finn had been amongst the last to leave. They had driven back to her dorm, and she had fallen asleep in the couch, at least she was pretty sure of that, so Finn must have carried her into her bed. She didn't feel his arms around her, and when she turned he wasn't there, but there was a note on the bedside table, she yawned and took it.

'It's 10.35, I'm going to get changed, and then I'll bring breakfast. I suspect that you're hung-over; the trick is not to move around too much. I'll be back really soon.'

She looked at the clock, it was 11.17 now so he should be back at any moment, and she really needed a shower. She sat up, but immediately regretted her rash decision. The whole room seemed to be spinning, and she got nauseous. The last time she been drunk, the night she met Finn for the first time, she had slept till late in the afternoon, and she had the feeling that the sleeping had saved her from the worst hangover. She lied back down, and swallowed hard a couple of times, which seemed to help. Closing her eyes and breathing steadily apparently also helped, and in less that a minute she had fallen back asleep.

The next time she woke up was because of noise from the common room, and shortly after Finn entered the room.

"How are you feeling?"

He came over and sat down on the bed next to her, and took her hand. He started tracing small circles over it with his thumb.

"I think I moved around too much" she sighed, making her best pout.

"Stupid girl, I tell you not to, and then of cause you just have to do it" he shook his head at her, and looked disappointed "Why didn't you just believe me?"

She grinned.

"I really wanted a shower"

"Hah," he almost shouted, "Screw hygiene, eat first, and then shower"

He lifted her carefully from the bed, and carried her into the living room, where he put her down on the couch. The coffee table in front of her was cowered in food, junk food. There were takeout boxes from every junk food place in New Haven, and from every corner of the world. And of cause a takeaway tray with four giant cups of coffee. Finn gave it all a critical look, and then he turned to her.

"You see, everybody has their own personal hangover food, and I realized I didn't know what yours was" he looked devastated.

"Well, that makes two of us," she smiled "I haven't really been hung-over before"

This made Finn look slightly shocked.

"Ooh, a virginal hangover, I haven't experienced one of you for years" he grinned "That's even better, then we get to figure out what you hangover food is, that's fun!"

Rory didn't quite agree with this statement when she'd tried radishes with cream cheese (apparently Finn's older sister Vanessa's favorite), and the disagreement became even worse after pepperoni pizza and blue Kool-Aid (Logan's) but when she stopped trying things she never would have eaten in a non-hung-over state she started enjoying herself as much as Finn did. He joked around, and mixed weird things for her to eat. After a while, he fell silent and just sat there and looked at her.

"I just realized something," he said and pulled his legs up under himself "You're my girlfriend, but I don't really know much about you"

She stopped eating, and imitated his position.

"What would you like to know?" she felt like she was willing to tell him everything.

"I don't know silly things I think. Stupid things you did as a child, stupid things you've done in the last six months. Something like that. I tell you one, and then you tell me one, deal?"

She nodded, and waited for him to start. He took his time, pretending that it was hard to choose. When he finally spoke, she couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"When I was 8, I was terrified of rabbits"

After she had regained her breath, she was able to cough out a few words.

"Rabbits? You were afraid of innocent little bunny rabbits?"

"Well yeah," he tried to regain his composure "I was a very impressionably young lad, and Jessica made me watch 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail', she told me that all rabbits was like that monstrous beast"

"Jessica?" Rory asked.

"Another sister, I have four. There are Vanessa and Valeria, twins and three years older than me. Vanessa was the one who taught me to take a shot without whining, and Valeria taught me not to throw up afterwards. Jessica's a year and a half older than me, and I suspect she told me the bunny-story to keep me away from her rabbit Stomper's cage, because that's where she kept her diary. The youngest is Lacey Rose; she's 14 and she my absolute favorite. She's just like me, crazy, insane, and hilarious" he smiled.

"Did you read your sisters diary?" Rory tried to sound shocked, but ended up mostly sounding amused.

"Of cause I did, all of them, except Lacey Rose's" he grinned evilly "It was steamy stuff"

"So, why didn't you read Lacey's?" she asked, having a feeling that she already knew the answer.

"Ew, that's my little sister, there are some things you just don't want to know!"

She laughed and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, men were so obvious sometimes.

"Your turn" Finn was smiling from ear to ear when she leaned back.

"Okay," she dragged the word out forever "but you have to promise me not to laugh"

"No promises," he smiled "you laughed to me, remember?"

She frowned.

"Okay. I was hit by a dear once" she paused "It was really weird, it just jumped out of the woods, and right into my mother's jeep. I missed a test because of it" her voice was indignant.

Fin didn't just laugh, he practically screamed. He lost his balance and fell of the couch he was laughing that hard. She sent him an annoyed look, and when she spoke, her voice sounded snippy.

"Well, nobody ever believed me anyway"

Finn climbed back onto the couch, and took her pouting face between his hands. She refused to look at him, when he tried to catch her eye she looked away.

"Come on Love," he managed to catch her eye "It's not that I don't believe you. It's just that Jessica told me the exact story once, only she claimed a dingo hit her. She even made me go out and look for it"

"I did that with my mother!" Rory exclaimed.

"Did you find it?" he sounded hopeful.

"No, did you?"

"Nah, I really hoped you did though. Then there would have been at least one good ending to this story." He gave her a sad smile.

They sat back again, and Finn continued the game of I-tell-you-mine-you-tell-me-yours.

"Okay," he rubbed his chin, and glanced up at the sealing for a second "Right, I got one! I went to boarding school when I was 11, that's where I met Colin and Logan, and we immediately became friends. There was this teacher, he had the worst hairpiece ever, and he was really cruel to the weaker students. So we decided to take revenge on him one day, when he'd been really bad to one of our classmates David. The teachers lived around the on school grounds in these little houses; we mainly just walked in and out of them no questions asked, because we had different extra classes or after school activities that went on at the teachers place. So anyway, we knew that Mr. Graham, despite all his reason, was a very superstitious man. And for months, we went into his house, and rearranged things. His wasn't married, but he never locked his door, and when he started to we had made a copy of his keys." Finn smiled sadly "I think Colin even managed to dye his favorite hairpiece once."

Rory gaped, and Finn continued. You could hear the remorse in his voice.

"We didn't realize what kind of an effect we had on the man, until he started showing up for class all scruffy-looking and smelling of garlic. The other teachers even started talking about him, and they didn't care if a student heard, normally that was an unspoken agreement between them, 'speak all you want, but don't let the students hear'."

They were silent for a while, and then Rory spoke:

"What happened to him?"

"He left, we were never told whereto. Looking back at it now I feel really bad, but we didn't realize we were messing with his mind, and even if we had known, at the time we thought he deserved it" he smiled apologetic "Your turn, something happy this time, please!"

She thought about it, and smirked.

"I had a crush on my 1st grade English teacher!" she laughed.

"Why's that so funny?" Finn was thrown of, he didn't understand her laughter.

"Well, HER name was Miss Jones," it was Finn's turn to gape "and I used to dance around our living room in a pink tutu to Frank Sinatra singing 'Have You Met Miss Jones'"

Rory was laughing so hard that she choked on the piece of sweet and sour chicken, and Finn had to pat her on the back and tell her to breathe and relax. When she was back to breathing normally, she put the takeaway box back down on the table.

"Right, that was another thing that's not going to be my favorite hangover food" she frowned "It's far too chokeable"

"Is that even a word?" Finn asked.

"Of cause it is, just like snowylicious and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"

"Have I told you lately that you are absolutely insane?" Finn asked, keeping a perfectly straight face.

Rory pretended to think about it.

"No"

"It must have slipped my mind then, cuz you are! What's next gonna be, are you gonna jump out the window and fly of with your umbrella?"

She grinned, and shook her head.

"Nope, but I might start singing follow the rag rug road, and dance of to the bathroom. You promised I could take a shower as soon as I'd eaten something"

He jumped up from the couch, and held his hand out to her, she grabbed it, and he pulled her up form her sitting position. She didn't expect him to pull her up, and lost her balance as he did which resulted in her stumbling right into her arms. He held her there for a bit, before whispering in her ear in a husky voice:

"Just lead the way Dorothy"

He tilted his head a little, and nibbled on the skin just under her ear. He held his hands on her hips, trying to pull her closer, but she resisted. She took a step back, and danced around him humming the tune from 'We're off to see the Wizard'. Finn followed her, and parked himself leaning on the doorframe. She had started getting undressed, but when she turned and saw him standing there, she paused and blushed.

"What'ya doing" she mumbled, feeling a bit stupid.

"Looking at you," he said, not leaving the doorway.

"Could you maybe not do that?" she blushed even more.

"Love" he said, coming into the room and closer to her "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before"

She shook her head, and her eyes fixed at one little tile in the floor.

"I know, this is just… different somehow" she could hear how irrational she sounded, but it was too late to take her words back.

"Would it change if I did this?"

He came up very close to her and started unbuttoning her pajama shirt, his fingers moved fast, and even I she had been able to stop him, she probably wouldn't have, it was like the light touch of his fingers soothed her. When he was done, he pushed the shirt back over her shoulders, and it fell to the floor behind her. His burning hot fingers followed the way it had, running down her arms, and then shifted over to running up her back. Just as she felt comfortable with her nudity, and his touch, he took a step back, moving away from her. Again, she felt very nude. He stood about two feet away, and she could literally feel his eyes move over her, but she didn't look up. After having stood there for a while, she felt forced to look up. He had an admiring look in his eyes, which were fixed on her body. She suddenly didn't feel as uncomfortable as she did before, and the places his eyes touched seemed to burn. Instead of covering up, she took of the rest of her clothes and turned on the shower. She stepped in under the warm jets of water, and allowed them to heat up her body; she kept her eyes closed trying not to let Finn's stare get to her. She started to wash her hair, and soon, she felt long, strong fingers running through her hair, over her body, setting her on fire. He had joined her in the shower. She felt like screaming out the desire that rolled through her body. He was the only person in the world who had ever made her feel like this desirable, this free, this alive, and this wanted.

"Do you have any idea how amazingly beautiful you are. You are the most perfect woman I've ever laid eyes on" he whispered.

His voice in her ear was very soft, and caused a shiver to crawl down her spine. She turned to him; eyes now open, on longer fearing his reaction on her naked body. She smiled and let her arms snake up around his neck, he smiled back at her.

"You know, you aren't too shabby yourself" she grinned.

He tugged her closer, and soon she lost herself in the kiss they shared.