Title: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

PDLD

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Rating: PG (or "K+" as they're calling it now… I personally like the old rating system better but Times Are A' Changin' I guess…)

A/N:

Hey guys! Miss me? Ha-ha, ok I know – I am completely horrible for not updating for what is it – 4 months? Yea – I suck. But better late then never I always say. Hope you enjoy the chapter.

CHAPTER 14: Macho Men and Hollywood Types

As the aircraft slowly made its decent towards the ever nearing ground, Rory Gilmore felt a rush of excitement course through her veins. It had been nearly a month since she had seen Finn Morgan last, and the anticipation of their forthcoming meeting was starting to get to her.

Their long physical absence from each other's sides did not exactly mean that they had cut off all contact from one another – far from it. What was lost in physical contact was more than made up for in numerous phone conversations. However, over the last few weeks it had become increasingly clear to both parties that as their relationship progressed the need for actual encounters intensified – ergo the Christmas meeting. This ever-growing need scared Rory in a way – she wondered how much longer this relationship could possibly last in its current arrangement.

Ultimately, these ever persistent questions of what the future held for Rory and Finn's relationship were pushed aside in Rory's mind in order to make room for a much more welcomed emotion – excitement.

The captain came over the loudspeaker to announce that the plane had arrived 15 minutes ahead of schedule. Just the idea of getting 15 extra minutes of enjoying the company of Finn Morgan pushed Rory's excitement into a downright frenzy. As Rory quickly exited the aircraft, she began to go through the seemingly endless maze of corridors and airport gates, all the while searching for one familiar face among the many. When she finally found the friendly face she was looking for he was staring out a grand window, with his back turned to her, as he watched the large airliners take off and land in somewhat astounding coordination. A smile graced Rory's face as she saw the flowers supposedly hidden behind his back – which her current vantage point offered her a full view of.

Rory's paced slowed as she approached this man – this man whom had somehow wormed his way into her heart. As she drew nearer she took a moment to examine this fine specimen of a male, having for once the opportunity to do so uninhibitedly. His posture was superb (no doubt a result of endless etiquette classes); it gave him a proud air to him – a confidant air – it suited him.

Next she noticed the small nuances of his face – which she could admire from the reflection in the polished window. For once his lips were not marked by a sideways grin. To be quite honest, his face could almost be described as solemn at the moment, far too serious for her taste. In her mind's eye, the face of Finn was never without a smile – and to see him now devoid of his boyish grin seemed somewhat unnatural. He had an intensity in his features which worried Rory. She had been aware that the strain of this relationship, coupled with the stress of his job, and the downright torture he'd been forced to endure from his family had taken a toll on him – but to see that affect in person made the reality of the situation all the more real. Rory instantly thought back to her previous ponderings on the plane: could this relationship last – even with the strain of work, family, and simply life in general pushing down at a constantly increasing rate?

These ponderings were again pushed to the sidelines when suddenly Finn spun around, having caught Rory's ravishing reflection in the window. Instantaneously that boyish grin was back as he literally leapt forward and nearly tackled her with a large embrace. Suddenly all their problems melted away, as they stood there as one in the crowds of bustling travelers.

"Darling… It's been too long." Finn began, after finally finding his voice once again.

"I know. But hey I'm early at least right? That's gotta count for something." She chuckled as she tried to alleviate the seriousness of the moment.

"That you did, Love. So… how was your flight?" Finn countered, as the pair began to walk towards the baggage trolley.

"Too long. I need some coffee."

"Good think you're in L.A. – The Land of the Starbucks… in fact, I think there was an announcement made last week that they finally DID get around to putting a Starbucks on every corner."

"You know better than to mock my coffee." Rory said in a slightly grumpy tone as she poked him in the side."

"You would think that, wouldn't you? But no, you have yet to beat that habit out of me."

"Well I do have two weeks…"

"Hey, who am I to turn down a good beating?"

"Ah and the king of the sexual innuendos is back in action!"

"Yes. He was in a bit of a slump there for a few weeks. He had lost his muse. You see she seems to have a fondness for toying with his emotions…"

"I do not 'toy with your emotions'…"

"Says you. I have had to suffice with only phone calls for the last month."

"Oh… I'm sooo sorry, Mr. Morgan," Rory replied in mock sympathy, as they finally reached the luggage check area. "What ever can I do to make it up to you?"

"I'm sure I can think of something…"

"I'm sure you can." Rory replied coyly as the pair reached the baggage trolley.

"My GOD woman… Are you staying for a week or a YEAR?"

Rory could only chuckle in response as she grabbed her third checked bag off the rack (in addition to her two carry-ons)

"Not that I'd particularly mind if you did stay for a year…"

"Ha-ha, I'm sure you wouldn't." Rory responded softly as Finn casually tucked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer into him.

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"So this is LA?" Rory said softly as Finn casually drove along the expressway.

"Si, Senorita. The Hummer Capital of the world."

"I never understood their appeal."

"It's a macho thing – trust me."

"Ha-ha… I guess you would know."

"Are you insinuating, dear girl, that I am not a Macho, Macho Man"

"I guess I'm 'insinuating' that you WANT to be a Macho, Macho Man… but have yet to achieve that status."

"Oh… You wound me!"

"Only your pride."

"My pride is enough!"

"Good thing you have your adoring fans to help repair that wound."

"The adoring fans can only do so much. Besides – there's only one fan that I want adoring me."

"Who would that be? Scarlet Johansson? Natalie Portman?

"Nahh… You know those Hollywood types, too obsessed with themselves."

"Ha-ha. Trust me. I know."

"I darling am NOT a Hollywood type."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha. Then what pray tell are you?"

"I," Finn replied in his ever dramatic fashion, "am Australian."

When Rory literally couldn't respond (due to the fact she was laughing too hard) Finn could only scowl.

"What?" He replied indignantly. "I am proud to say I am a member of the Aussie Posse."

"Oh. Please. Stop." Rory replied through fits of giggles. "You are going to make me pass out."

Rory turned to look at the pouting Australian and was finally able to calm down enough to speak.

"I'm sorry Finn I didn't mean to tease." She said sweetly, "You are a Macho, Macho Australian – Hollywood Types be damned!"

"Damn Strait."

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"Mom I'm sure everything's fine." Rory replied some hours later as she attempted to check in with her mother on her cell AND get ready for some Hollywood party that Finn had to attend that evening.

"How do you know that? He could be planning to run off with some floozy and leave the country!"

"Mom. This is LUKE were talking about here. When was the last time he even left Stars Hallow."

"Good point…"

"See… There's nothing to worry abut." Rory said as she took one last look in the mirror.

She had decided to go with a classic black cocktail dress that was form fitting in the bodice but had a flowing skirt that moved freely when she waked. Finn had warned her in advance before she had left for the trip that there were a few business engagements that he couldn't get out of. The black number was one of three classy outfits Rory had brought for these occasions.

"I still get the feeling that something fishy is afoot."

"Mom. Your being paranoid. Luke loves you – He'd never do anything to hurt you.

"Gah! I guess your right. Okay! New subject. What's it like being the arm candy for a Movie Star?

"Ha-ha, okay I guess. I have to go to some fancy-smancy party tonight."

"Oh. Sounds like fun! If you see George Clooney or Brad Pitt, give them my number."

"And what would you tell Luke?"

"Luke who?" Lorelai replied with a snicker.

"Funny Mom. Listen I've got to go or we'll be late. I'll be sure to call you tomorrow to fill you in on all the details."

"Bye Sweets, have fun… but not too much fun." Lorelai said as she hung up the phone.

"Ready, Love?" Finn asked as he entered the bedroom.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Rory replied as she rose to leave.

TBC…

A/N: Ok, so yet another filler chapter, BUT I finally know where I'm going! Whether that's good news or not for updates I'm not sure. Since I do have some ideas in my head, it might mean that it will be easier for me to write – but due to the fact that I have a plan I now have the option to procrastinate. I will try REALLLY hard to avoid the "P" word as much as possible lol. So - until next time PLEASE REVIEW!