Title: Turkey, Turkey, Boys, and Trouble
Summary: Turkey is the last thing on their minds.
Rating: M
Author's Note: What better way to say Happy Valentine's Day, Logan and Rory fans, than with a Thanksgiving Day-themed story? Um, yeah. I don't even know what to say except that I have been working on this flipping thing off and on since 2007 or 2008. I know, that's a long time. Story idea comes from a prompt I found on Illusive. I hope you enjoy!

Premise:
It's Thanksgiving! The day of food, food, and more food! Plan your day accordingly. You plan the festivities. You choose the host, the guests, the bringer of what food, etc… but don't forget the turkey!

Must Include:
- Rory, Logan, Colin and Finn shopping for the feast.
- A frantic search for some food-item necessary to the feast.
- Football or Macy's?
- Boys misbehaving badly.
- Finn dressed as a Pilgrim/Indian.

Optionals:
- "Happy we-stole-your-food-and-killed-your-people-day!"
- Something catching fire.

Must Not Include:
- Lorelai
- Luke
- The Gilmores
- Logan and Rory fighting


Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Turn it off!" Logan groaned, rolling over and burying his face against Rory's back. Rory didn't respond, she continued sleeping through the incessant ringing of the alarm clock. "Rory," he persisted, pushing closer to her.

"Mmph." Rory stirred, but didn't wake up. Logan sighed and half crawled over her sleeping form, fumbling for the alarm clock on her bedside table. He smacked at it several times, trying to turn it off before finally grabbing hold of it and yanking the plug from the socket. The clock clattered to the floor, the sound finally forcing Rory awake.

Her hands stilled his arms as he tried to roll back over to his side, keeping him hovered above her. "I can think of worse ways to wake up," she said with a sleepy smile. "But it's awfully early, isn't it?"

Logan nodded. "Who set the alarm for five-thirty in the morning?" he asked, shifting so that his elbows rested on either side of her. "I think we both know I didn't."

She yawned. "You're right, that was me," she agreed. "We need to get up, start getting things ready for today. It's going to be a very long day you know." She smiled again as he bent his head down and brushed his lips across hers. "No distractions, Logan! I need to get up."

"Some distractions," he persuaded, kissing her again. "An hour of distractions."

"Ten minutes," she bartered, pulling his head down for another kiss.

"Forty-five minutes." Logan ran his hand up her thigh to rest on her hip.

"Fifteen." She pushed her hands under his t-shirt, working it up and over his head before kissing him again.

"Fifteen? I'm hurt, Ace." His teeth grazed at the nape of her neck before he started a trail of bites and licks across her collarbone and just under the hem of her tank top. "Thirty. That's my final offer or we go back to an hour."

"Thirty," she agreed, rolling them over to their sides and propping herself up on one elbow. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips beginning a slow and lazy assault on his mouth. Not breaking the kiss, she pushed him gently onto his back, positioning herself over him, placing her hands on either side of his head to steady herself. Not satisfied with the amount of space she left between them, Logan tried to bring her down against him but she resisted, shaking her head slightly before releasing him from the kiss. She clicked her tongue softly at him and mimicked his kiss from earlier, brushing her lips once over his briefly. Then again. And then a third time. Finally, she lowered her body onto his. The thin cotton of her tank top dragged across his bare skin. She was careful to let her hair drape over her left shoulder and slide across his chest as she leaned in for another kiss.

Logan couldn't take much more; the instant her lips were on his, he grabbed her around the waist, crushing her against him. His mouth came down hard on hers and he held her tighter against him, pushing his tongue past her lips. For a few moments they battled for dominance, each taking turns pushing harder into the other, biting at each others lips, digging nails into flesh. Logan managed to get the upper hand, pinning her underneath him and moving his hands to the drawstring at her waist. Knowing it was a battle she didn't mind losing, Rory lifted her hips willingly, allowing him to slide her pajamas down to her ankles before she kicked them the rest of the way off. She sighed contentedly as his hands made their way back up her body, his fingers skimming the insides of her legs along the way. Her skin began to tingle with warmth as one of his hands settled firmly between her thighs and she heard a soft moan leave her lips as he traced one finger in and around her folds before slipping inside her.

They were both startled out of their moment by the theme from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom blaring from somewhere in the bedroom.

For a moment, they both lay still, eyes locked firmly onto each other. Sighing, Logan dropped a kiss onto her her forehead, and much to her displeasure, removed his hand.

"Why is Finn calling before six?" Logan asked, his forehead pressed against hers. "How does Finn even know what before six is?"

"Because we told him we'd be up this early," Rory reminded him. She untangled one of her arms to reach out for the ringing cell phone. "And I doubt he's even been to bed yet." She handed the phone to Logan and rolled out from underneath him. "I'll be in the shower, try and be quick enough to join me," she called over her shoulder.

Logan looked down at the phone in his hand and cast one last look at his girlfriend, who casually slung her tank top back towards him before disappearing into the bathroom. "This better be good," he growled into the phone.

"And a very Merry Thanksgiving to you too Mate!" Finn's voice was unusually bright and cheery, given the time of day. "Did I interrupt playtime with the Missus?"

"Something like that." Logan sat up and stretched. "What's up Finn?"

"We are. And it's not even daylight. Horrible, terrible idea, Logan. Why couldn't we have driven up yesterday?"

"We were going to, but we couldn't find you," Logan reminded him.

"Ah yes, so it was my fault. Colin was right, the bastard. What time shall we be leaving then?"

"Rory and I will pick you guys up at seven. We should be at the house by ten that way."

"Brilliant. I'll be having a drink while I wait." Finn hung up before Logan could respond.

He was about to join Rory in the shower when she stepped out of the bathroom with a smile. "You're too late," she said with a shake of her head.

"You're too fast," he countered, yanking the towel from her body and pulling her flush against him. "Don't I still have ten minutes of distractions?" he asked, moving the damp strands of hair from her neck to kiss the skin there.

"Afraid not, your time's up," she said sadly and placed a kiss on his nose. "Now you go get ready and I'll get everything set to take down to the car."

"You're no fun," Logan called after her retreating back. He smirked when she turned around to face him, her mouth turned down in an outraged pout. She stalked back toward him and pressed her lips to his fiercely as her hands trailed down his chest and her knee pushed firmly between his legs. She waited for him to respond before pulling away completely.

"I think I proved last night just how fun I can be," she shot back smugly, satisfied at the nod he grudgingly gave her. "Now go get ready. We haven't got all day."

Logan dropped back onto the bed and watched her get dressed. When he had suggested to the group that they all escape their families this holiday and do Thanksgiving on their own, he had been surprised that Rory had been the first to agree; though he was pleased that she had. However, now that the day was upon them he was beginning to wonder if they'd all be able to manage to make it through. Finn was already drinking, and unless he got her alone anytime soon, Logan would be spending the day fantasizing about Rory, and he was willing to be anything that Colin and Stephanie would be at each others throats within the first fifteen minutes of their road trip.

"Hey. Huntzberger." Rory snapped her fingers in front of his face and he blinked. "Let's go, up and at 'em. We don't have all day you know." She winked and blew him a kiss as she walked past him. "I'm going to go start loading up the car, seriously, go shower and be ready in 15 minutes or I'm leaving without you."

"Yes ma'am." He saluted her with one hand and smacked her on the ass with the other as she crossed his path. She turned to glare at him but he was already in the bathroom with the door closed before she could respond.


"Don't tell me you two are going to leave us girls to the cooking while you watch football all day," Stephanie complained as she scanned the menu for that night's feast. "Because I have to say, that thought scares me."

"It scares me too, Love!" Finn exclaimed, as a look of horror washed over his face. "Who would want to watch football all day? How dreadfully boring."

Rory twisted around in her seat to look at him. "You don't watch football Finn?"

"No Rory, just the cheerleaders." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Finn's too busy watching the parade as it is," Colin added snidely.

"Well obviously!" Finn said, his eyes lighting up. He sat up excitedly and grinned. "What's more fun than the Macy's Day Parade?"

"I can think of a couple things," Stephanie muttered before turning her attention back to the menu.

"He only loves the parade because he thinks he sabotaged one of the balloons when we were in New York for Thanksgiving two years ago," Logan explained.

"I did sabotage that balloon," Finn insisted.

"How did you manage that?"

"It was a fantastic day, really. I met a Rockette. Her name was Fiona."

"Of course it was," Stephanie interrupted with a roll of her eyes.

"Her father was in charge of inflating some of the balloons. I asked to see the room where they kept the balloons until the parade, and well, we got a little carried away with our passion. She left her shoes on and a high heel punctured the balloon in several places. There was a long rip in one side if I remember correctly." He smiled fondly. "I love Thanksgiving!"

Rory smiled sideways at Logan and rested her head against the back of her seat. His hand settled over her thigh and squeezed gently before her fingers laced with his. She played idly with his hand as her thoughts turned back to their interrupted attempt at lovemaking earlier this morning. With any luck, and maybe a little scheming, they would be able to sneak away at some point during the day. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Stephanie complaining about cooking and Finn reminiscing about his Rockette.


"Unbelievable." The five of them stared into the back of the SUV in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me."

"How? How does this happen?" Rory asked, glaring accusingly at Finn. "I know for a fact that I myself put two coolers full of food into the back of the SUV. I know this, because I was in charge of the food. Where did those coolers go? They didn't just disappear, I'm sure of that."

"And more importantly, how does a pink cooler full of liquor and confetti end up in here?" Colin asked, cuffing Finn upside the head.

Finn tried to look very serious and lasted all of seven seconds before dissolving into laughter. "I see how it goes. Blame the foreigner right away." He shrugged. "I can't say I blame you, really." He bent over in another fit of laughter.

Logan sighed. "Okay. Let's get everything else unpacked and then we'll head into town to the store and get what we need." He got his own shot in at Finn before he began pulling suitcases out of the car. "Finn treats every holiday the same," he explained to Rory. "One big excuse for drinking and childish pranks."

"They go so well together," Finn added with a nod as he breezed past the two of them and up the staircase.

"Who's bright idea was this again?" Rory asked with a laugh. She followed Logan up to their room and dropped her bags on the floor. "Oh that's right, it was yours."

"Look at it this way," Logan said, dropping his own bags and pulling her into an embrace. "With any luck, Finn will be passed out by lunch, Colin and Stephanie soon after dinner, and then you and I…" he paused to kiss her hard on the lips. "Can finish where we left off this morning." He kissed her again. He started to pull away but she grabbed onto his shirt and kissed him back even harder.

"Why wait until later?" she asked, pushing him towards the bed and giggling as they stumbled against it.

"Says the girl who made me stop," Logan teased, tracing a finger along her abdomen where he knew she was most ticklish.

"Are you complaining?" She kissed the hollow spot of his collarbone.

"Never." They were interrupted by Stephanie pounding on their door before they could get any further.

"Christ, we haven't even been here fifteen minutes," she complained when she saw the two of them entangled on the bed. "Come on, get up. We have a huge problem."

"What now?" Logan asked, irritated. He didn't even move from on top of Rory.

"Finn and Colin took your car to go grocery shopping."

"So?"

Stephanie smirked. "They're dressed as a Pilgrim and an Indian." Rory burst out laughing as Logan swore and rolled off of her. "And that's not all" Stephanie added. "They mentioned something about a battle for the turkey."

"They're dead," Logan muttered. He paused in his father's office to grab the keys to one of the spare cars. "Come on, let's go."

Stephanie grabbed hold of Rory's elbow and held her back a step. "So help me, Gilmore, you're crazy if you think for one second you're leaving me alone with Colin and Finn while you and Logan are off God knows where having sex!"

Rory rubbed her temples as they climbed into the car and checked her watch. It wasn't even noon yet. Maybe Thanksgiving on their own hadn't been such a great idea after all.

"Okay," Logan said as they entered the small grocery store. "Let's split up, as soon as we find them, I'll get them out of here and you two can finish the shopping. Deal?"

"Deal. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Can't imagine there are a lot of pilgrims and Indians running around here." Rory looked around. The store reminded her of Doose's and she grinned, imagining what Taylor's reaction would have been to a stunt like this. She headed towards the produce aisle, listening for any indication of the boys. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a foam arrow flew past her head.

"You have got to be kidding me." She bent down to retrieve the arrow and turned and started in the direction it had come from. She found the two boys a few aisles away, pushing a grocery cart and discussing something with very serious looks on their faces. Sure enough, Colin was dressed in full Pilgrim attire and Finn was splendid in his Indian headdress. They looked ridiculous.

"Colin, I'm telling you, we need green beans. It's traditional," Finn insisted.

"It is not traditional. Corn is traditional."

"Corn?" Finn shook his head. "Who eats corn?"

"Um, the Indians did for one. I don't think they grew green beans."

"And how would you know, Colin?" Finn asked indignantly. "Were you there for that first Thanksgiving?"

"Were you?"

"How about you get both?" Rory suggested, stepping up from behind them. They both jumped, and Finn grabbed the turkey out of the shopping cart.

"Stand back!" he cried, drawing his bow. "One more step and the bird gets it."

"Oh stop." She rolled her eyes. "What are you guys even doing here? Put the turkey down and let's go. Come on."

"We're not finished hunting and gathering for our feast tonight, Rory," Colin explained as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the stares from the people around them. "Hunting and gathering," she repeated.

"Right. Since Finn left the food, we decided we could replenish it, and what better way than a Thanksgiving hunt?" Colin asked.

Finn nodded. "It's been fantastic, so far! And look, we're nearly done. We're just deciding on the vegetable. Will you please tell Colin that I'm right about the green beans?"

Rory peered into their cart and sure enough, they had nearly everything they needed for the night. She was slightly impressed but tried not to show it. "I still say we get both," she argued. "Though I don't actually eat vegetables."

"No veggies?" Finn clapped his hands over the ears of a little girl passing by. "Keep your voice down Rory, or these children will think they can grow up to be gorgeous creatures like you without eating their vegetables." He bent down to the little girl. "Don't pay any attention to her, Kitten, she eats her vegetables every single night." The girl's mother yanked her away from Finn and glared at him.

"I'm not sure I'd take nutritional advice from a drunken fool dressed as an Indian," Logan said, coming up to them. He shook his head and began laughing. "You two look like idiots."

"Festive idiots though! Would it kill you to get into the holiday spirit some?"

"Oh I cannot wait until Christmas," Rory said, trying to stifle her giggles. She shrugged and gestured to the grocery cart. "Idiots or not, they've managed to do most of the grocery shopping for us. All they've got left to decide on is a vegetable, and it's causing a major problem here."

"Who eats vegetables?" Stephanie asked.

Rory nodded approvingly. "That's what I'm saying!"

Finn shook his head sadly. "Such pretty girls for such wretched diets." He turned to Logan. "You're the deciding vote then. Which is it? Corn or green beans?"

Logan frowned. "We always have carrots," he said.

"We're never getting out of here," Rory muttered to Stephanie, who only shook her head sympathetically. Another ten minutes of debating passed before the boys finally decided that it was worthwhile to get all three vegetables and quit arguing about it.

"That's a fancy costume you have there," the cashier noted as she looked Finn up and down before beginning to ring up their groceries.

Finn beamed. "Why thank you!" he said with a smile.

The cashier nodded. "Never come into my store again," she said, handing the receipt to Logan.

Finn's smile faded. "Well happy we-stole-your-food-and-killed-your-people-day!" He yelled sarcastically as the group pushed him out the door.


"Huh." Rory stared at Stephanie who was staring at the turkey sitting on the counter in front of them. "What do you think?"

Stephanie picked up one of the legs between two fingers and then let it drop. "I think I don't know what the hell we're supposed to do with this."

"Okay, it can't be that hard," Rory mused, nudging Stephanie away and studying the turkey herself. "Um…"

"This calls for more wine," Stephanie declared, uncorking a bottle of white wine and pouring two glasses.

"That I'll agree with." Rory accepted the glass from her. They clinked them together and turned back to the bird.

"Oh wait, I have an idea!" Stephanie paused to take a sip from her glass. "Oh Fiiiiinn!" she sing-songed into the next room. "He'll know what to do," she promised. "The boy Tivo's Food Network shows for fun." She whispered the last two words, her eyes lighting up with awe.

"I don't know that this is such a good idea," Rory said worriedly.

Finn appeared in the doorway. "Yes Miss Stephanie?" He frowned at them. "The white wine was for dinner! What will we drink now?"

"Probably one of the other bottles you brought along," Stephanie batted her eyelashes at him. "Finnie, we need your help."

"With what?"

"With that." Rory pointed to the turkey. "What do we do with it?"

Finn smirked. "First you need to stuff it. Then you baste and garnish. Then it goes in the oven."

"Mmhmm." Stephanie took another sip. "How do you stuff a turkey?" She picked up a leg again and let it drop. "I mean, what would Rachael Ray do?" Finn made an obscene gesture with the turkey and she made a face at him. "Oh ew, forget it. Finn, be a doll and take care of the turkey, okay? We'll take care of the rest."

"Sure you will. I see where this is going." Finn sighed dramatically. "First it's, Finn, take care of the turkey, then it's Finn, peel the potatoes, then it's Finn, have a glass of wine. Actually." He paused and grabbed Stephanie's glass, finishing it off. "That last one wasn't such a bad idea." He refilled her glass. "Both of you, get out of here! Go keep the boys company while I get to know this turkey on a very personal basis." He bent down. "And how are you, little birdie? Ready to be roasted, I bet." He grinned and waved them out. "Go on."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Stephanie grabbed Rory's hand and dragged her out of the room.

"He's talking to the turkey," Rory hissed. "No good can come of this!"

"Come of what?" Colin asked. He and Logan were sprawled out on different couches in game room, watching football on one of the biggest television screens Rory had ever seen. "Where's Finn?"

"Playing Naked Chef with the turkey," Stephanie answered, settling herself across from Colin. Her nose wrinkled. "I hope he's not really naked though. Oh well. What's going on in here?"

"Football," Colin said. He tossed a piece of popcorn at her. "And I'm telling you right now, there will be no complaining from you. You are going to sit there and look pretty while watching football. It's what you do on Thanksgiving. We are not going to turn to see what else is on, we are not going to turn it off and play some stupid game, we are going to sit here and watch football."

She opened her mouth to argue but shut it when she saw the look Colin gave her. "Fine. But could you explain to me what exactly they're doing?"

While Colin explained the basics of the game to her, Logan pulled Rory down onto his couch and rearranged their bodies so that they were laying comfortably next to each other. "How are you?" he asked.

She snuggled her head into his chest. "Better now that I'm out of the kitchen," she murmured. She inhaled, taking in the familiar scent of cologne lingering on his t-shirt. His hand found its way into her hair and played absently with the dark locks.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all, Rory decided as she settled into his embrace and turned her eyes to the football game. Sure, she was used to the craziness of the holidays and while having once attended a record-setting six dinners on one Thanksgiving alone had been one extreme, this was another. She was only expected to eat once, and for all intents and purposes, she was basically hosting this dinner for her friends. Of course she missed her mother, it was the first time they hadn't spent a holiday together, but Lorelai had understood, and they both knew it was all part of that whole growing-up process they sometimes struggled with.

Besides, she mused, shifting her focus to Logan's profile. This was a million times better than having to endure another Huntzberger family dinner. When Logan had first approached her with the idea of a Thanksgiving getaway with their friends, she had initially resisted. Then he explained a typical holiday spent with his family, and after throwing in a well-placed guilt trip over a fight he had just had with Mitchum and how it would affect the whole day, Rory gave in and agreed to Thanksgiving at the Huntzbergers' vacation home in upstate New York.

And now that they were here, she couldn't really complain at all.

She must have dozed off for awhile because the next thing she was aware of was Logan's hand creeping underneath her sweater and inching up over her stomach. She jumped slightly and turned her gaze from his profile to look him directly in the face. She raised an eyebrow at him as he smirked at her, recognizing the look in his eyes. Before she could protest, he expertly flipped them so she was beneath him. He kissed her, his hands pushing even further up her shirt.

"Logan!" she hissed, pulling away. "What are you thinking? Colin and Steph are-"

"Sound asleep," he murmured, turning her head to the side so that she could see they were indeed asleep on their couch. He turned her head back to his. "And Finn's busy in the kitchen, so we're all alone." He bent to kiss her again.

"Then let's go to the bedroom," she protested.

"And risk waking them up? No thanks. I like you right here." His hands pressed firmly into her skin, massaging her in slow, easy circles.

"Right here is good," she agreed reluctantly as he pushed her deeper into the couch. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, willing herself to forget that they weren't alone. There was no way he was going to get her clothes off but that didn't mean they still couldn't have a little fun. Logan must have read her mind because soon he was using his knee to spread her legs apart, pushing himself against her. She wrapped one of her legs around his, trying to create as much friction as she could between the two of them.

"Jesus Rory," he groaned, burying his face in the curve of her breasts, still thrusting against her. He was surprised when she kept his leg firmly trapped with hers, grinding just as hard against him. This was what he loved about her; eighty-five percent of the time she had such a chaste demeanor about her, but that other fifteen percent drove him absolutely crazy with lust. Never before would he have been content to merely just make out with a girl, and while he wasn't particularly pleased about it now, he couldn't stop himself and he knew he couldn't push her much further. He wasn't sure he could take it if she suddenly remembered where she was and froze up on him. He was shocked to feel her hand snake under his waistband and wrap firmly around him. It took every bit of willpower he had not to rip her jeans off and take her right there. "Not fair," he mumbled into her sweater.

"Just say the word, and I can stop," she whispered back, stilling her hand for a second. She shuddered as he brought his own hand down to cup her through her jeans, the friction of the rough denim against her was almost too much and she tightened her grip on him.

"No stopping," Logan muttered, circling his thumb into her. He was closer to the edge than he liked, given their particular surroundings but he wasn't about to stop her now.

"Touchdown!" Finn yelled, startling Rory and Logan apart. She pushed Logan off of her with a glare.

"What's going on?" Colin asked as he sat up and blinked his eyes awake. "What are you yelling about?"

"They scored," Finn said with a nod at the television. "And by the looks of it, Logan was busy rounding third base."

Colin snapped his head around to look at Rory and Logan, and snorted at their disheveled appearance. "Don't let us stop you," he added with a smirk. Rory felt her cheeks burn and she hissed murderous intents into Logan's back as she hid behind him.

"Come now, let's leave the lovebirds alone," Finn said. "Collect the sleeping Stephanie there, and we'll at least be kind enough to go into the other room and allow these two to regain some of their dignity." He failed at trying to keep a straight face as he spoke. "Well, the very least we can do is let them calm down a bit in private." He shook Stephanie awake. "Come along Miss Steph, I'm going to show you how to baste a turkey."

"Isn't that what Logan was about to show Rory?" Colin asked sarcastically, ducking as Logan threw a pillow at him.

Finn made a face. "That comment was in poor taste for even me, Colin, and that's saying a lot since I'm neck high in alcohol right now." He looked over at Logan and Rory once more. "No worries Rory, I'll take care of this rude pig for you right now." Finn, Colin, and Stephanie left the room, with Stephanie sleepily asking what was going on along the way.

Once they were alone, Logan turned and faced Rory, a sheepish look on his face. "Sorry about that," he said genuinely.

"Mmhmm." She raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him. "They're sound asleep, Rory. Finn's in the kitchen Rory, we're all alone Rory," she mocked him.

"We're all alone now," he pointed out with a half shrug. "And I don't think they'll be coming back in here anytime soon, so..." his voice trailed off suggestively as he winked at her. The steely glare she fixed on him was enough to cool him down a bit. "Right, sorry." He raised his hands in defeat and slid away from her on the couch. "Just so you know though, the minute we're truly alone, I plan on ravaging you, Rory Gilmore."

She tried to keep her gaze angry, but couldn't help the slight fit of giggles that escaped her. "I'll be holding you to that," she said, leaning all the way over to give him a peck on the cheek. "I swear to God though, if Colin continues to bring this up all night long..."

"He won't," Logan promised. "And if he even opens his mouth to say one word, I'll remind him of the time his stepmother caught him in the broom closet with LeighAnn Lively and was so relieved to see he liked girls that she shared the story in all its graphic detail to their dinner guests that night. That should shut him up."

She shook her head. "I'm not sure I even want to hear that story," she said with a laugh.

"And you won't, unless Colin can't keep his mouth shut." He stood up, pulling her to her feet alongside of him. "Come on, I think it's safe to say we can't leave those three alone in the kitchen for very long for fear that they'll set something on fire."

"I don't know," Rory said with a chuckle. "Finn seemed to know how to handle that turkey really well, didn't you, Finn?" she asked as they met up with everyone else in the kitchen. Finn was busy poking at the turkey while Colin was busy chopping vegetables and Stephanie was stirring something over at the stove.

"That's right!" he said proudly. "Glad the two of you could join us, we're in serious Iron Chef mode here but someone needs to peel the potatoes." He glanced up from the oven. "Wash your hands first though, we don't know where they've been."

"I've got a pretty good guess," Colin quipped.

Logan glanced at Rory and winked. "So Finn, you'll never guess who I ran into last week."

"Cher?"

"LeighAnn Lively," he said, his voice a notch louder than normal.

Colin's cheeks reddened briefly. "Uncalled for Logan, but point taken." He grabbed a stalk of celery and threw it at Logan. "Start chopping for the stuffing." The vegetable flew past Logan's hands and glanced off his shoulder before falling to the floor. "Oops."

"Nice throw," Logan said with a roll of his eyes before grabbing a handful of carrots and throwing them back.

Finn frowned. "This is no way to treat our vegetables boys," he said with a shake of his head. He turned and ducked as vegetables flew toward him from both directions. "Oh come on now!" he protested. "This is just uncalled for!"

Rory laughed as she sidestepped the mess and turned to the sink to start washing the cranberries. They all continued to work together, joking and laughing as they moved around each other comfortably in the kitchen. Over the din, Logan managed to catch Rory's eye and smiled at her. She tilted her head questioningly, but he just smiled and winked before turning back to his task. She stared at him for moment longer before shaking her head and jumping into a spirited debate with Colin over pumpkin pie versus cherry.

They were interrupted by a shriek from Stephanie and a guffaw from Finn. The other three turned in time to see Finn spray Stephanie with the sprayer next to the sink. She was instantly drenched, and in her rush to retaliate, she tripped over Colin, sending him, along with a bowl of mashed potatoes to the floor.

"Oh you're dead," Stephanie threatened, scrambling up from the floor and lunging at Finn, who sprayed her again. She moved to tackle him and he turned, sending a shot of water Rory's way.

"Come on!" Rory cried, pushing the wet hair from her face and ducking behind Logan, who was the next to get sprayed. Colin was the one to take Finn down; grabbing the nozzle and soaking him completely before reaching over to turn the water off.

"Enough!" Logan ordered finally, just as Stephanie had picked up one of the pies and was about to throw it at Finn. Rory stepped in and took the pie from the other girl's hands. "Okay." Logan sighed and looked around. "You three go get cleaned up and changed for dinner and Rory and I will clean up in here and then go change when you're done. Dinner should be ready in half an hour, do you think you can hold off until after then before completely ruining the whole damn thing?" He looked pointedly at Finn. He chased them all out of the kitchen before turning back to Rory. "I'll take the floor if you want to finish the vegetables?" He offered.

"Why do I have to help clean?" she grumbled good-naturedly. "I'm soaking wet too, you know." He raised an eyebrow at her before he began to unbutton the blue shirt he wore. "What are you doing?" He shrugged out of his shirt and peeled the t-shirt from his body and tossed it to her.

"Dry off and get to work," he chided her, pulling his arms back through the other shirt. He left it unbuttoned and grabbed a couple of towels to mop up the floor. Rory admired the view for a long moment. Logan glanced back at her and she quickly moved over to the stove to check on the carrots.

"I think that's it," Logan said, fifteen minutes later. "We're just waiting on the last of the pies, and the turkey, and well, Steph, Colin and Finn."

Rory laughed from where she was sitting on the counter, watching Logan work. "I think it's safe to say, they abandoned us," she agreed, clicking her heels against the cabinets.

"Ah, to hell with them. We did a good job in here, if I do say so myself."

"We did indeed." She set her glass of wine down and crooked a finger at him. He stepped in between her legs and she grabbed his shirt and pulled him even closer. "You look pretty hot in the kitchen, you know that?" she asked, dipping her head to kiss him.

"Not so bad yourself," he mumbled, his fingers digging into her knees as he leaned in and kissed her again. She gasped as his tongue invaded her mouth but quickly reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His hands crept under her sweater again and he was surprised when she didn't protest or pull away. Instead, she just pushed his own shirt down his arms.

"We're just going to get interrupted," he protested finally, nipping at her neck. "Again."

"Not if we're quick." The words escaped her before she could stop them and he pulled his head back to look at her.

"Seriously?" He looked around the kitchen pointedly. "Right here?"

She giggled and nodded. "Really? You're going to ask me twice? If you want me to change my mind, I'll-" she was cut off by another kiss and was surprised at how quickly he was lifting her hips to slide her jeans down just far enough. She sighed into his neck as his fingers found her first, teasing at her expertly. "We don't have a lot of time," she whispered, anxious that any one of their friends was going to walk into the kitchen at any second.

Logan was immensely turned on by this turn of events, and didn't need to be told twice. After all, he'd been waiting all day for this exact moment. He pulled her closer to the edge of the countertop and in one quick move was buried deep inside of her. They both stilled at the contact, and she sighed contently. She licked her lips and was about to urge him on when the shrill beep of the smoke detector broke through their haze and they sprang apart immediately.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Rory jumped down from the counter and quickly redressed, immediately missing her contact with Logan. She swore lightly as she grabbed the oven mitts and pulled a burnt strawberry pie from the smoking oven.

"What's going on in here?" Finn, Colin and Stephanie all came running in and looked back and forth between Rory and Logan. "Not the strawberry!" Finn moaned. "That was what I was looking forward to the most!"

"What happened?" Colin asked again.

"Nothing," Rory and Logan answered simultaneously.

"Christ." Stephanie shook her head as she noticed their disheveled appearance. "Really? Do the two of you need to be excused to your room for awhile? Clearly, you can't keep your hands off of each other. You almost burned the house down!"

"We did not almost burn the house down," Rory protested. She ran her hand through her hair and glanced at the clock on the stove. She was still buzzing from their encounter and wanted more than anything to finish it. There just wasn't any time though, as the oven timer went off, signaling that the turkey was done. She sighed and snuck a glance toward Logan who was full on smirking at her. She rolled her eyes and handed him the oven mitts.

"Rory, let's go finish pouring the wine and lighting the candles," Stephanie suggested. "Boys, we'll leave you to the carving of the turkey and bringing the food out, okay? Okay." She grabbed Rory's arm and dragged her into the dining room.

"I'm sorry about your pie," Rory said as she picked up the water pitcher and began moving around the table.

"What? Oh yeah, forget about that, I get it, you and Logan are all about getting some. What else is new?" She grabbed Rory's arm and spun her around to face her. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I'm going to have sex with Finn tonight."

Rory blinked. "That's... unexpected. I thought you and Colin?"

Stephanie waved her hand dismissively. "Finn's been flirting with me all day, and the whole water thing kind of sealed the deal, you know?" She leaned forward. "He totally walked in and saw me naked as I was changing for dinner."

Rory tried not to laugh. "Why didn't you just go for it then?" she asked, her voice full of amusement.

"Because the fire alarm went off."

"Oh. Sorry about that." She didn't sound sorry at all. "Well, good luck?" She wasn't sure what it was she was supposed to say.

"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure I don't need luck." Stephanie tossed her hair. "Just... I'm calling dibs on the hot tub tonight, okay?"

This time, Rory did laugh. "It's all yours," she promised solemnly.

"What's all yours?" Both girls snapped their heads around at the sound of the guys coming into the dining room.

"Just girl talk," Stephanie said coyly. Nothing for any of you boys to worry your sexy little heads over. She clapped her hands as they set various dishes onto the table. "It all looks so good!"

Logan glanced at Rory and she just shook her head, mouthing the words you don't want to know. They carried the rest of the food out and sat down to their Thanksgiving feast.

Dinner was unlike any other Thanksgiving dinner Rory had ever been to. There was no fighting, no drama, no tofu. They all talked and laughed, sharing stories of their favorite holidays, and some of the more disastrous ones. The whole time, Stephanie kept shooting looks the way of an oblivious Finn and as the hours crept on,under the table, first Logan's foot, then his fingers kept finding their way up Rory's thigh.

Before any of them knew it, the last of the wine was consumed and all the was left was a few crumbs of pumpkin pie. It was unanimously voted to put off the cleaning until the next day. Colin excused himself, explaining he had texted LeighAnn Lively for the hell of it, and coincidentally, she was in town with her family and he didn't see the harm in stopping by. Sure enough, Stephanie had cajoled Finn into joining her in the hot tub, tempting him with a stowed away unopened bottle of wine, and Rory and Logan were left sitting at the table, eying each other warily.

"What's that about?" Logan asked as Finn and Stephanie disappeared outside.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," she said with a shake of her head. She pushed her chair back from the table. "Soooo," her voice trailed off suggestively. ""I think we're finally really alone."

Logan stretched his arms over his head and yawned, pushing his own chair back. He held her gaze for a long moment. "Race you upstairs?" he asked, rising up from his chair and sprinting toward the staircase. Rory laughed, jumping up from her own chair and chasing after him. She caught up to him halfway up the stairs and they paused to kiss for a moment before he grabbed her hand and pulled her the rest of the way to their room.

"Wait, wait," Rory pulled away slightly. "I actually brought something to wear for you tonight."

"Rory," he whined. "After everything today, I don't need lingerie. I need you."

"I'll only be ten minutes," she promised, kissing him once more. He tried to pull her over to the bed but she moved away from him. "Ten minutes," she said again, blowing a kiss at him.

"Better make it five, or I'm coming in after you," he grumbled. She just laughed and shut the door to the adjacent bathroom.

Six minutes later, Rory gave herself a final once-over in the mirror, smiling satisfactorily at her reflection. She shook her hair out once more and applied another coat of gloss to her lips before unlocking the door. "Oh Logan," she singsonged as she stepped back into the bedroom. She stopped short at the scene before her and sighed. "You have got to be kidding me."

Logan was sprawled out on his back on their bed, sound asleep. She stalked toward the bed and climbed over him. "Logan," she said softly, shaking his shoulder. He didn't budge. She frowned. "Logan."

"Mmph." His eyes fluttered but didn't stay open.

"Logan!" Now she was the one whining, but dammit, after all of their interrupted trysts she was not entirely prepared to let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak.

His eyes finally opened and he looked up and smiled sleepily. "Come here," he said, pulling her down into his arms. Grudgingly, she let herself relax in his embrace as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "A ten minute nap, Ace," he whispered.

"Mmhmm." She twisted in his arms to glare at him disbelievingly but he was already drifting off again. She was surprised by her own yawn, and well, given the amounts of food and wine they'd each had all day long, maybe a nap wasn't such a bad idea after all. She felt her own eyes closing of their own free will and tried to block out the sounds coming from the hot tub just outside below their window. She shifted against Logan, hoping a precisely placed nudge of her knee would wake him up but he didn't stir. Finally, she sighed and allowed her eyes to drift shut completely. Logan's arms tightened around her and his breath was warm in her ear. She felt herself smiling into his chest.

No, this definitely wasn't a bad way to spend the holidays after all.

Christmas; however, now that was going to be a whole other story.