Disclaimer: Don't own the Girls or anything, my imaginations don't cost a penny.

A/N: Wow, let's just say that I really liked the reviews considering that this is my first fic and all. Thank you so much for those of you who wrote in a comment, and also thank you for those of you who took time to read my story. I get excited every time my email has a message saying someone gave me a review. Trust me you don't know how much I brightens my day. Seriously I can't stop smiling, even my brother questions if I'm crazy. So keep the comments rolling in, it makes me have an urge to write.

Lexhuntzberger: wow, you actually got it right, I hadn't thought of putting Sam in the last part but it was just so tempting. Anyway, you see more of that on this chapter.

For all of you that are craving some actions, know that you're in for it in this chapter! Flashbacks and all.

This chapter is strictly rated M.

Chapter 7- Here's my resolution

Amber stood at the entrance of the Hartford airport waiting for a very late brunette. Hugo and the others had agreed on splitting into groups of two. The East Coast residents were to meet up with the West Coasters at California. It was also decided that the "East siders" would catch a flight together in Connecticut since most of the reporters lived in the Northern area. Taking a deep sigh, she brushed her dark fringes off of her hazel eyes and took a glance at her Rolex watch that was given from "moi" herself. It was 11:15 and still she wasn't here yet. Their plane leaves in thirty goddamn minutes.

Hearing the long tire squeal coming from a car that speeded and came to a halt from ten foot away, she saw the girl she was looking for. Rory had slammed the car door shut once she got out and pulled her suitcase with her. In a loud voice, she called out to the man sitting on the driver's side. "Bye dad, I love you." The man gave a smile and a wave before he drove off.

"Come on Rory, they're all inside already." Amber said to her closest friend.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." She grabbed the handle of her suitcase and wheeled it through the automatic sliding doors. Slightly cursing herself for wearing some painful, but very cute, red pumps through rush hour.

After having the annoying process of getting her luggage scanned for weapons or drugs, she finally got her tickets checked in. Once they were done, both Rory and Amber went through the long gray tunnel and straight to where the plane was standing. Accepting the offers from the men in helping them carry their bags up to their seats, they walked up the high stairs in bliss and relaxation.

"Let's see…14F, 15F, 16F…aha! 17F and G." Amber waved her hand, signaling the men to bring their stuff over. Rory took a seat near the window and waited for Amber to sit down.

"Now that we've helped you beautiful ladies, could we also get your numbers?" One guy in a thick Scottish accent asked.

"Sure." Amber pulled out a pen from her pocket and wrote on the man's hand.

"Thanks." He grinned at the newly temporary ink on his palm. "What about you?" He asked Rory.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." She turned back to the window and focused on the non-moving scene.

"Well then, you two lassies have a good time in where ever you're going. Good day." With that, he spun on his heels and walked back to his seat.

Amber waited till he was completely out of sight before speaking again. "Cute guy but he was trying too hard. Did you smell the scent of cockiness around him?" She slumped down on her seat next to Rory's.

"Then why'd you give him your number?" She took her eyes off the small window and looked at her friend.

"Who said anything about my number? I just gave him my nana's digits." Untwisting the cap from her tube of lotion, she squirted some moisturizer on the palm of her hands. Rubbing her hands together and spreading the lotion around her arm, she offered it to Rory.

Rory shook her head to decline, "Wouldn't your Nana have a heart attack over a late night booty call?"

"Nana? Please. If it's anyone that I'm worried about having a cardiac arrest, it would be that guy. I swear my grandmother usually enjoys these calls more than the callers. Something about feeling young again." Amber placed the headphones on her head.

Rory had a smile on her face, "She sounds a lot like Miss Patty."

'Passengers, the plane is ready for lift off, please buckle in your seatbelts. You're flying with JetBlue and please enjoy the flight.'

Securing in their seatbelts, Rory sank back into her seats. Flight attendants were cruising around the aisles and checking if the people were tucked in. The plane had started to move forward, closing her eyes tightly, she sank back into her seat. She always hated the take offs. Memories start to liven up in her mind.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked, he was concerned at his girlfriend. Her usually pale skin had turned a shade whiter, making her almost albino. His armrest was taken by her hand that was clutching tightly onto the hard shape, her nails had dug into the fabric, and her knuckles turned a yellowish white.

"What?" She opened her eyes, a type of fear was relevant in it. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Her breathing became heavier by the second.

"Do you have a fear in flying?" He questioned her softly, putting an arm around her shoulders and reeling her in closer to him.

"I'm fine with the flying part, it's just the take off that I can't stand. There's something about it, maybe it's the way my stomach feels or how my ears pop and that annoying ringing sound that makes me wonder if I have brain tumor. God this is stupid, its stupid right?" She buried her head on his chest.

"Ace that's nothing to be ashamed of. I get scared once in a while too, everyone has their own fears. It's not stupid…there's no such thing as a stupid phobia…well unless you count the people on that segment of the Maury show." He felt her smiling a little. One of her arms was holding on her mid-section, pressing on it to make the butterflies and cartwheels disappear. Then the arm left her stomach and up to her ears, the index finger of her delicate hand was rubbing furiously at the part on where it stung. "Here, this helps with the ear." In his hands was an opened pack of gum.

Taking four pieces from the fresh pack, she unwrapped each one from the wrappers and popped them into her mouth one by one. With each bite, the ringing and the stinging seem to go down. "It does work." Taking a glance outside the window she saw stars and clouds on a dark sky.

Seeing the seatbelt light go off, she unbuckled her belt and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Logan made way for her to get through.

"I need to use the bathroom." She said.

Logan had his belt undone and soon followed her. The rest of the other passengers were asleep. Both him and Rory had caught a plane to Paris on a night flight.

"What are you doing?" She whispered over her shoulder when she realized that he was now following her.

"I thought I'd accompany you." He said smoothly.

"To the restroom? It's fine. I'm a big girl, I think I can manage on using the toil-oh." The light bulb in her mind had gone up. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant by 'accompanying'. Her nose scrunched up after her discovery. "Ewww!" Her tone dropped to a quiet whisper so that only the two of them can hear. "I'm not having sex in the bathroom of an airplane."

"Why not, Ace? Live a little. Join the thrill. Now tell me exactly how many people can say they enjoyed a good thrust on a plane?" When she didn't answer him, he took no for an answer. "See, there's not many."

Rory took the though into consideration. "But the people-." He closed her lips with his, giving her a slow and passionate kiss while his hands were running up and down the sides of her body. Her arms were clamped onto his chest.

Pulling away softly, he finished her last sentence, "The people will never know." Rory looked around, what he said was true. It was the nighttime and the passengers were asleep. The flight attendants were busy tending the first class to notice what they're about to do.

"Oh alright." She pushed opened the door and yanked him by the collar of his blue dress shirt. Their lips never disconnecting. He moved his lips down to the base of her neck and began to mark her while pushing her body onto the door. His fingers plucked opened one button at a time on her blouse. His kisses trailed down her exposed skin, thanks to the opened shirt.

With each gentle touch he made, she moaned out his name. One of her hands delved into his soft blond locks, massaging his scalp along the way. Her other hand laid on the door. Pushing the lock from a 'green' not occupied to a 'red' occupied…

Just as her ears were about to pop, she opened her purse to retrieve some trident gum, getting about four pieces out. Chewing them in her mouth, she lay back on the head of her seat and closed her eyes. Once her ears felt normal again, she opened her eyes again, she looked to her left and saw Amber's eyes closed but her head bopping up and down to the music from her headphones. Not wanting to bother her, Rory opened her purse for something to keep her occupied. Seeing the book that Logan had given her, she slipped it out.

Her fingers grazed the cover, feeling the smoothness of the material. Now would be a perfect time to catch up on her reading, finding where she had left her bookmark, she opened the page she had recently read. She took notice of her eyes leaving the first line of the paragraph and onto her bookmark.

The bookmark wouldn't exactly be considered a bookmark, but more of a photograph. There they were, smiling and with his arm around her shoulder, posing with Santa and Bella. She thought back to the night when she found it between the pages of the book.

Chris had taken a sleepy Gigi into her room and settled her onto the bed. Covering the mini girl with two blankets to keep her warm, Rory watched on with a smile on her face. She remembered there was a time when her dad tucked her into bed, her sixth birthday. She had twisted her hand and he flew in to see her, before he knew it, he was spending this memorable day with her.

"Night daddy." The young girl mumbled from underneath the covers. Chris smiled and gave the girl a kiss on her temple. Then he joined Rory in the living room.

"Hey, how are you doing so far?" He took a seat on the couch.

"I'm fine, I made up my bed for the night." Her hand patted the seats of the couch, showing him that she was comfortable.

"Right, I'm sorry that you had to sleep on the couch. Are you sure you don't want me to take the couch?" Somehow Christopher had gotten the urge to remodel the guest room, it would've been done yesterday if only Chuck hadn't called in sick.

"I'm sure dad, it's nice out here anyway, and I have the T.V. to keep me company." Her finger pointed at the black flat screen plasma.

"Alright then, goodnight." He kissed her cheek.

"Night dad." She said quietly.

Hearing the door to his bedroom close shut, she thought of ways to keep herself busy seeing as she wasn't very tired. Picking up the remote from the coffee table she turned the T.V. on. She silenced the noise into a mute, not wanting to wake her sister and dad. Not finding anything interesting to watch, she turned off the screen.

Curling up on a fetal position on the couch, she tried to shut her eyes and let her body drain herself to sleep. Tossing and turning on the sofa, she opened her eyes and let out a groan of frustration as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.

Remember Logan's gift, she got off the couch and went into the closet to retrieve her tote bag. Taking out the book she went back into the warmth she had build up with the comfy blankets. Slipping under the covers, she rested her back on the armrest.

Reading the first few pages of Hemingway's novel, the words drew her in. Her fingers wouldn't stop flipping the pages. One of her digit slips under the crease of a page, she felt a material that was certainly harder, thicker and smoother. Wanting to find out what it was, she flipped the page.

Her eyes stayed at the colorful photo, she remembered this day. Well of course actually it was only yesterday when this picture was taken at the mall. Unable to control herself, her index finger circled around his head, like she was caressing him as if he was there.

Flipping it over, she noticed his familiar handwriting.

'Merry Christmas Ace,

From Santa, Bella, Me, and of course you.

Happy Holidays.'

She smiled at the simple words. Feeling herself sniffle a yawn, she stuck the picture on the page where she last left off. Placing the book on the brown coffee table in front of her, she fluffed her pillow and lay down on her side, her eyes staring at the book. And just like that, she was out like a light.

"Nice picture. If it wasn't for the fact that I've known you for three years, I would've thought this was your family." Amber's voice broke Rory out of her deep thoughts. "So finally a face to a name."

"Yea that's Logan and his niece." She proudly pointed out the people.

"Tell me the story behind the photo." Amber pulled off her headphones and placed it back on the stand.

"It's a long story."

"Well we do have five more hours ahead of us." Amber shifted her body to face Rory.

Just as Rory was about to peak, Hugo appeared in front of them. "Hey girls, I hope you're coming to the party tonight."

"What party?" They both asked.

"The other editors thought that it's unfair to all of you who had to cut their vacation short, so we decided to throw a New Year's Eve party."

"That sounds fun. I could meet my Mr. Right there." Rory smiled at her friend's words. In Amber's world, love at first sight exists even if he's the hundredth guy you thought would be the one.

"We'll be there." Rory told Hugo.

"Alright great. I'll excuse you both to tell them too." He went further down the aisles to the next set of reporters. "Everybody Wang Chung tonight."

"You still need to tell me, you know." Amber spoke once Hugo was gone.

"Tell you what?" Rory asked, confused.

"I thought I was the one with short term memory, not you. And you were about to tell me when this happened." She placed an index finger on the picture on her neighbor's lap.

Oh this picture. Where should she begin? Taking another glance, she saw something she had been denying to see before, this was how life would be if she had said yes to his proposal. And the worst part is, she thinks she likes it.

Logan sat waiting on the leather couch of his San Francisco home, waiting for Sam to come home. It was ridiculous, he had been home for six days and had not seen his fiancée at all. At first he thought she had a show in another country but when he had called the agency he found out that she was whisked away from the states to Aruba with Ted.

Hearing a set of keys jingle from the other side of the door, he watch as it slowly creep open. A blond female tiptoed onto the wooden floors carrying her stiletto heels on her hand. Just as she was able to lay a foot on the cool marble stairs, his voice stopped her.

"Where were you for these past few days?" He watched her slowly turn around to face him.

"It's none of your business." She threw her heels to the side corner.

"None of my business? You're my fiancée damn it, your business is my business." He got off the couch and followed her up the stairs seeing as how she walked away before he got to finish his sentence.

"I was just having fun, god loosen up Logan you're way too tense for your own good." She sat on the side of her bed, pulling her hair free from the pony tail she wore.

"Having fun doing what? Having fun making me worry, or having fun sleeping with Ted?" He crossed his arms and stared right at her. The look on his face told her he was neither amused nor joking.

"I think you need to clear your head. Not everything is sex with Ted." She ran her hand through the mane of hair, giving him a look of her own.

He snorted, "Like I'd believe that."

"Fine, believe what you want, speaking of which, weren't you having a fancy Christmas with that lovely friend of yours." Opening her drawer, she took out her nail buffer and started to buff her nails.

"What are you talking about?" Had she been there when he and Rory were in the park?

"Don't be stupid Logan, I saw you two together in quite a cozy embrace."

Sam had just arrived at Hartford and drove her rented car around the neighborhood. Taking in the view, she smiled to herself. 'So this is where he grew up.' Stopping in front of a red light, she used the time to touch up her gloss.

Twisting the brush back into the tube, she clumsily dropped it next to her foot. When she picked it up, she saw Logan and a girl who looked familiar in a very compromising position.

'That bitch, who does she think she is?' Sam thought to herself as she watch Logan wrap his scarf around her neck.

Not wanting to watch anymore, she stepped on the gas pedal just as the light turned green. Driving towards them, she made an abrupt curve, avoiding them. She really wanted to hit them badly, but why didn't she? Her career would be over. That's why. 'Remember how hard it was before the fame and glitter, before the money and name?' She silently told herself.

She heard Logan's voice yelling at her. Feeling just as pissed off as he is, she rolled down her window and stuck her middle finger out of it. She drove off before she can hear no more.

Taking out her phone, she dialed a familiar number. "Hello Ted? Take me somewhere. Anywhere."

"So that was you?" His anger relevant in the tone of his voice, "What were you trying to do, kill Rory and me?"

"Did you really think that I would do that?" You'd think I'd want to go to jail, trade up my designer clothes for an ugly orange jumpsuit." She blew at her nails and set the buffer down.

Logan said nothing, he went into the closest and pulled out a duffle bag. He opened his drawers and pulled out some boxers and a t-shirt, stuffing them into the bag. Finding the right pair of black polished leather shoes, he too stuffed them inside. Unhooking the laundry bag from the clothes rack, he placed it on his arm, zipping up the duffel bag, he left the room.

"What are you doing?" Samantha got off the bed and followed him. "Logan! Where are you going? Answer me Logan!"

He turned around to face her. "I think you're right, I'll go clear my head. Don't expect me to be back tonight. Maybe it'll do us both good."

"You're not leaving Logan, you can't leave now. I command you to stay." She shouted at him, not caring if she was spitting or not.

"You can't tell me what to do Sam, you don't own me." He told her as he turned to face the door, walking over to it he twisted the knob and stepped out.

"Hey, come back here. It's not over yet!" The door slammed shut. He heard a glass vase thrown against the door and finally shatters to the floor, broken to pieces.

Rory and Amber stepped into the club, each donning their own designer dresses. Rory in a red Chanel minidress with thin silver hoops. Her bangs thrown to the left and her hair in a loose bun. On her foot was a pair of Guess black glittery sling back heels. Amber wore a shiny Versace dress complete with black Soho Lab strappy leather sandals. Her hair was curled in ringlets.

"Is it me, or is that guy in the third table checking me out?" Amber asked once they stepped into the club.

"Which one?" The one with the green tie?" She asked.

"Yea that's him. Do you think so?"

"He's totally checking you out, in fact, I think he's steps away from stalking you back to our room." Rory smiled at her friend.

"Do you think I should go say hi, I mean, he's kind of good looking."

"Just go." She told Amber.

"Are you sure? I don't want to leave you alone."

"Its fine, Mr. Handsome there is just coming over." She pointed at the dark handsome man walking towards them.

"Hi." A new voice joined them, he faced Amber. "Would you like to dance?" His head tilted at an angle towards the dance floor, one hand reaching out for her hand.

Amber gazed at his rather large hand and then back at Rory. "Go have fun, I'll be by the drinks and sharing drunken stories with the bartender." She tired to convince her friend.

"Alright. You're the best." Amber took the man's hand and walked to where the other people were dancing.

Having nothing much to do, she made her way to the bar counter. "Hey, can I get a beer."

"Make that two." A voice said behind her, a man's voice in particular.

She turned and saw Logan standing in front of her. "Hey! What are you doing here?" She greeted him with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"My company is sponsoring the party, I had no idea you were going to be here. At least I'll have someone to talk to." They walked over to the bar stools, and waited for their drinks.

"So why are you in California?" He asked, taking a sip from his bottle of Corona that the bartender had given them.

"Oh, I'm just covering a story here. My job tends to do a lot of traveling, I told you before, right?"

"Yea, you did."

Rory scanned around the room. If Logan was here then Samantha should also be around, seeing as they were engaged, he would've brought her along as his date. "Where's Sam?"

"She's not here." Logan took another sip of beer.

"Why not? She seems like the type that would like these parties."

"We got into a fight. Ted, her agent, took her to Aruba for a week, alone. God knows what they were doing together." He slammed down his empty bottle on the counter. "Bartender, can you give me a dozen more?" The bartender nodded and opened his fridge and placed the chilled bottles into a silver bucker and handed it to him.

"Well just because they went to Aruba doesn't exactly mean that they were together in that way. There are other things they could do." She finished her bottle and was handed another one by Logan, "Thanks."

"Like?" He asked.

"I don't know. Swimming? Watching the sunset? Or maybe watching a movie?" She suggested.

"Yea, all of that results in a sexual tension of getting in bed with each other."

"Since when does watching a movie get two people horny for the other?" She questioned as she watched him finish his third bottle.

"Look Rory, it always happened to us when we were dating and alone in your grandfather's pool house. We never really finished an entire film in there."

"No we didn't." She quietly agreed, trying not to the blush go up on her cheeks after thinking of their very intimate past.

Three hours and fifteen bottles of beer later. Six for her and Nine for him. Their bodies have moved closer to each other for the course of the night. His hand had somehow landed on her exposed thigh, running up and down the exposed skin. Well, they were both too half tipsy/drunk to care.

The club had grown so quiet in these past few minutes. People were watching the minute hand of the big clock move closer to join the other one at twelve. Only ten seconds to go. Everyone grabbed their mates and yelled the infamous countdown.

"Ten." His eyes met hers, unable to break the contact. Hazel on bright blue.

"Nine." She releases her hand from the neck of the bottle.

"Eight." His fingers continue their motion, rubbing circles simultaneously on the insides of her thighs.

"Seven." Their breaths become shallow as they realize what they are about to do.

"Six." The tip of her tongue darts out of her mouth and slowly wets her glossed lips. He's never been so turned on before. It's the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

"Five." She sees that his eyes are filled with want and desire for her, and only her.

"Four." One of his callous hand cups her cheek, caressing it. His thumb rubbing slowly on her cheekbones.

"Three." His body leans further into her, close but not quite touching.

"Two." Her eyes focus on his thin lips, just waiting for it to move another inch and they would be fused together with hers. She closes her blue eyes and waits.

"One! Happy New Year!" Everyone yelled out excited, confetti raining down, beers being thrown around, happy couples making out with the partners in no shame, and a bottle of champagne that popped throughout the room.

He places his lips over hers, moving in a slow passionate way. Both of his hands were at the side of her face. This was the feeling he had missed in these three years.

The word "kiss" was being chanted around them. Her hands laid on his chest, finding the flaps on his suit, she pulled him closer into her. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue in to duel with her own.

Pulling back and giving her another quick kiss, he rested his forehead on hers. Breathing heavily, they both said nothing. "My place." He told her after a moment of silence.

"Let's go." She said with no hesitation, he took her hand in his and led her back to his hotel room.

Between entering the elevator and leaving it, his lips never detached from hers. Now he had her back pinned to the door while he blindly tried to swipe his room card through the slot. Hearing a beep, he pushes the metal handle and enters through the door.

Stumbling into the dark room, they didn't bother to switch on the light. Kicking the door behind him, he kissed her furiously, his hand circled around her waist. He lifted her off the floor, her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms crossed at his neck. He moved the stationary set off the table and placed her on top of it. Her hands works together to move his suit jacket until it was completely off the ground.

One of her hands releases its hold from his shoulder and made its way down to her feet to slip her shoes off. While she was doing that, his hands untied her hair free from the bun she wore, letting it cascade down her shoulders.

Unzipping the dress from behind, he tugged onto the zipper until it could go no further. Pulling at the bottom hem of her dress, he pulled it above her head and tossed it on the carpet ground, leaving her in nothing but red matching panties.

Seeing as he was too overdress, her finger slowly plucks the button off, with each button loose, she kisses his bare chest. On the last button, her hands pushed the shirt down his shoulder while she swirled her tongue around the inside of his belly button, looking up at him from where she was at, he really wanted her. He pulled her up till they reached eye to eye before lifting her off the table and falling onto the bed.

Unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, he undid the metal button and pulled down the zipper letting it pool around his feet before stepping out of it and taking off his shoes and socks. Joining her at the bed, he continuously kissed her lips and then down her chest. His hands slid underneath her and unclasped her bra and threw it out of the way.

Pulling away, he sees a topless Rory with her long brown hair flaring on her glistening skin. With the moonlit light from the open window she looked like a goddess. Kissing her above her breast, his fingers hook onto the bottom of her underwear and yanked it off of her legs. Her hands held each side of his boxers and pulled it down, he kicked it off and it soon joined their other piece of clothing.

One hand groping her breast, he moved up to kiss her. His other hand opened the drawer and retrieved a plastic wrapped condom. Ripping it open, he took out the slippery rubber and slid it on.

He disconnects their lips and stares down at her. He wanted to make sure that she wanted to do this as much as he wanted. "You sure?"

Instead of answering, she reached up and kissed him with all she had. He pulled away again, breathing heavily due to their hot kisses. He thrust completely inside her, and started to go at an even pace, faster when he felt an orgasm coming. She had her eyes closed and just laid back to enjoy the feeling.

A few moments later he collapse on her and then rolled to the other side next to her. She places her hand on the side of his face and pulls it over to give him a slow and sensual kiss. Finishing the kiss, she places her forehead on his. He pulls the blanket above their sweaty bodies, he puts an arm around her waist and kisses her shoulder before closing his eyes.

Regret was not something they would call tonight. Tomorrow however would be a different story.

So there you go some Rogan action- or should I say a lot. I hope the intimate scenes were ok because I've never wrote them before, I am what you called a writing-porn-virgin. So sorry for the long waited chapter. I'm off to Canada tomorrow and when I come back I hope to see a lot of reviews from you guys and in return I will probably have a chapter for you because sitting in a bus for a lot of hours tends to get boring. And that's when my pen and notebook comes in.

There are like some stupid girls screaming outside in the park, so yea. Anyways bye, hope you liked the chapter. Remember to review!