Part 3/3 No Losers, Just Winners

He heard the music from down the hall as he walked to the front door of their apartment. Smiling her heard the sounds of the "Start of Something New".

"Well, this is appropriate," he muttered carefully opening the door. Rory didn't hear what she didn't want to hear. So, if he was careful, she wouldn't even know he was home until he wanted her to know. Setting his briefcase down carefully on the floor next to the door, he closed the door just as quietly as he'd opened it.

He stood for a moment watching her cut what looked like bell peppers and dump them in a sizzling pan singing along with the CD quietly. She swore she couldn't hold a tune, but he knew better. Not being able to resist, he slid his hands around her waist as she stirred the vegetables in the pan.

"Number seven," he whispered as she leaned back against his chest. "You only eat the letters L, O, R, E, A and I in alphabet soup. It's why it takes you forever to eat ABC soup."

"Everyone knows that," she pointed out.

"Not everyone knows that the reason you do it is because when you were five, Lorelai claimed those were the only letters worth eating and you just kept at it."

She bit her lip. Something that he didn't know was that she'd added the letters F and N to the mix a few years ago. But she'd let him figure that out on his own. "I missed you."

"Missed you too," he whispered, skimming his lips down her neck. "How long does this take to cook?"

She laughed moving the vegetables around with her wooden spoon. "Why?"

"Because I'm not really hungry for food right now."

Rory couldn't help but laugh as she turned off the burners and left his arms to turn off the CD player. "That, Mr. Morgan, was really corny." She leaned against the counter. "You sure you don't want food?"

"I'm sure," he nodded crossing over to her.

She brought her hands up to his collar and smiled. "You do realize you have eight facts left, right?"

"Mhmm. But I have more than five. That means I can now… kiss you, right?"

She laughed. "I hope you realize that my rules are for me to know fifteen things about you, not the other way around."

He pulled away studying her. "Are you telling me that after seven years of knowing each other, you don't know fifteen things about me."

She laughed. "I do. I do know fifteen things about you." She let out a breath. "It's why you're going to get farther tonight than all the other guys ever did."

Finn smirked. "I want you to know that I didn't come back home to sleep with you, that wasn't my intention. I'm a gentleman, love. If you're not ready, tell me and I'll stop."

She bit her lip and shook her head. "I want this, Finn, I want this with you. So… don't stop."

Finn laughed. "Dangerous words, love. Only if you're sure."

She pushed him away with a laugh. "If you don't want to…" She started to walk away, but he grabbed her hand and backed her into the counter, leaning down to kiss her neck.

"I still have some facts if you want to hear them."

She nodded as he unbuttoned her shirt slowly. "I do."

"Good," he smirked. "Number… what number am I on?" He asked looking up at her. pausing his fingers..

She laughed. "You're on eight."

"Right, number eight," he whispered pushing her white blouse off and leaving on her white camisole. "When you get together with your mother, you mock the celebrity baby names."

"I do," she nodded unbuttoning his own shirt and pushing it off his shoulders.

"But what people don't know is that you've got a notebook in your closet full of weird little baby names that you want to name your kids. You like the uniqueness."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she denied shaking her head, her fingers running down his chest, which was still covered in his undershirt. She licked her lips as her fingers felt the outline of his abs.

"I believe the name Arch is on that list as is Coy, and Dillie, and I think I saw an Effa in there."

"You read my journal?" She asked hitting his chest, but moving her fingers upwards to hold the nape of his neck, fingering the small hairs at the base of his neck.

He shrugged. "It fell open and to set the record straight, it was before we agreed to this."

She nodded. "I believe you."

"Good. Trust, that's important in a relationship, right?" He teased raising an eyebrow.

She nodded closing her eyes as he bent to kiss her shoulder. "Trust is very important in a relationship."

"I'm learning," he whispered, shrugging off the strap of her camisole down her shoulder. "Number nine," he said deciding to take the camisole off. His fingers traced the bottom of the silky shirt. He got down on his knees, wanting to see and feel her skin better as he pushed the camisole up. "Your entire body flushes when you're embarrassed and, apparently, aroused," he smirked kissing her just above her navel. "Just like that," he said pushing the shirt up higher past her breast, and her stomach and chest, along with her face, turned a light shade of pink.

She took the rest of the shirt off herself, letting it fall to the floor, closing her eyes as his hands roamed her waist and spanned her ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She bit her lip hard to keep the groan in.

He kissed his way up till he was standing, his lips resting on the top of her breasts which were encased in white lace, only adding to her aura of innocence. "It's only your face that flushes when you're angry," he whispered against her breast, her fingers tightening on his neck.

"I am breaking so many of my rules right now," she whispered. "You are so past second base."

Finn smirked looking up at her flushed face, feeling a surge of pride that he was the only one to get her feeling this way. "I'm one away from actually being able to grope you."

She groaned, leaning her head back against the cabinet. "That was really romantic, Finn, you have no idea."

Finn smiled. "I try."

"Hmm, then you might want to change the setting. The counter is sort of digging into my back."

Finn gave a slight nod, bending down to pick up their discarded clothes. Rory grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. "Leave 'em."

"Really?" He smirked, "Will the OCD part of you live?"

"I think so," she laughed as they walked into her bedroom and he closed the door. There was no awkwardness as she wrapped her arms around his waist, no hesitation as he leaned down and captured her lips with his own, tightening his hold on her. They'd both been waiting so long for the other to return their feelings that the physical aspect of the relationship was already there.

"Number ten," he whispered reluctantly pulling away. Wanting to touch her and also wanting to adhere to her rules, he had to give her to other fact.

"I love that you're taking this so seriously," she teased. "I respect that too."

Finn smiled, his hands running up and down her waist before settling just above the button of her slacks. He undid the button with skilled fingers, pushing them down to reveal her hips. His index finger dipped down to her pelvic bone, smirking as he traced the small outline he knew was there, causing her to moan. "Ten: you have a tattoo. It's the outline of a small heart. You mother has no idea."

Rory laughed, her voice husky as she spoke. "You're good."

"You hated the pain and couldn't handle getting the rest of the tattoo, so it's just a small black outline."

"Very good," she whispered as he pushed her lightly towards the bed.

"Eleven," he said, her knees hitting the edge of the bed. He bent down to get on his knees again, a bit difficult with his pants being a bit tighter than they had been a minute ago. He pushed her slacks down, groaning when his eyes came in contact with the matching white lace panties.

"Eleven," she reminded, itching to take off his shirt, but she had a feeling he wouldn't let her.

"Eleven," he whispered, pushing her slightly so she was sitting on the bed and he was kneeling between her legs. "You pretend to tune me and the guys out when we talk about our dates." He watched with pleasure as her body flushed, knowing where he was going with the fact. "But I have the feeling, love, that you get aroused by our potty mouths."

"Shut up," she whispered with a laughter, pushing his shoulder.

"You shift." he said, hands running up her stomach and towards her back, resting on the clasp of her bra. "You look around but your body shifts then," he laughed. "I hear you taking care of yourself when you think I'm asleep."

"Oh god," she muttered.

"Trust me, love, you aren't the only one."

"That's really embarrassing," she whispered.

"Oh come on, girls' night in?" he laughed, "Yet you were the only here, candles in your bathroom and bedroom and Philippe in your nightstand drawer."

Her body shook with laugher, not at all embarrassed. Hell, she'd been around when he brought dates home. She couldn't pretend she'd been quiet when she knew some nights she hadn't.

"Just because you're a virgin, doesn't mean you don't have needs."

"You spoke to Steph," she accused. "She's the only one that knows that I named my vibrator that."

Finn laughed. "Once again, let the record show that this was before we agreed to do this, and she was a bit tipsy."


"Now, how far can I go?" He asked, his fingers still on her bra clasp. She gave a small nod of consent, letting his fingers undo the clasp. He pulled the lacey garment down her shoulders throwing it to the side, his hands moving to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples, a moan escaping her lips.

Biting his lip, he looked up at her closed eyes, her parted lips and her face flushed with arousal. Not being able to resist the temptation, he removed his hands, smirking when she groaned in frustration. He leaned forward and captured a nipple between his teeth. He watched as her head fell back, her breathing becoming a bit more erratic.

"Oh god," she whispered, her hands coming to hold his head in place. He pulled away blowing lightly, causing a shiver to run up her spine. His hand went to replace his mouth, while he went to repeat his actions with the other.

Biting her lip, she reluctantly pushed him away, pulling him up and lying on the bed. Following her cue, he lay on top of her, letting her hands wander down and pull the undershirt up and off, throwing it across the room.

"I love your chest," she said, her fingers running up and down in wonder as every movement caused his stomach to clench.

"That's an ego booster. I love your tits."

"Once again, you're a romantic, Finn." She laughed as her fingers found the button to his pants. She undid it, and pushed the zipper down, pushing them down, her palm brushing against his obvious arousal, causing him to groan and his head to fall to her shoulder.

"Well," she teased, "That causes a very interesting reaction." Taking it a step further, she pushed his boxers down, leaving him to kick them off.

He frowned at her as he pushed his pants and boxers the rest of the way off. "How did my seducing you turn into me being completely naked?"

Rory smirked. "Because the naive virgin wanted to test some reactions and you were going to be kind enough to let me."

"Oh yeah?" He asked kissing her neck.

"Mhmm," she murmured, her hand reaching down again and taking hold of him.

"Oh god," he muttered, his head falling to her shoulder once again, his teeth clenched as her innocent fingers ran up and down his length.

"I wonder-" she whispered, just as her fingers brushed against his balls. She felt an expulsion of breath hit her shoulder before his breathing turned ragged.

"Love, it'd be best if you left my parts alone," he muttered, taking her hand and interweaving it with his before bringing it up. "I'd rather you come a few times before I do."

Rory smiled, her free hand rubbing his jaw softly. "You're sweet and still have four facts left."

"Right," he nodded leaning into her touch. "Number twelve." He touched her wrist lightly, bringing it between them. "When you're nervous or anxious," his thumb feathered lightly over her erratic pulse at her wrist, "You tend to play with the hems of your t-shirts. Or if you're wearing long sleeves, the sleeves."

"You notice that?" She whispered.

"Love, I notice everything," he murmured kissing her wrist before letting it go. "I'm pretty sure that at twelve facts I can go a bit further," he said, his hand creeping down her stomach and playing with her white panties that had yet to be discarded of.

Rory nodded seriously. "I think the rules stipulate that you can go furt--oh!" Her hips bucked up as she felt his fingers slip under the thin fabric to cup her mound. "You just go for it, don't you?" She groaned gripping his forearms as she felt his fingers touch her lightly.

He leaned down to kiss her. "You're so wet," he murmured, his touch restricted by the lace.

Rory bit her lip lifting her hips, trying to move his hand to where she wanted it. Finn smirked at her advances. "What do you want, love?" He asked against her neck.

"More," she groaned lifting her hips again, feeling his finger slide from her clit and going close to entering her. Not being able to hold on, she lifted her hips and removed the white panties herself.

"You just can't resist me, can you?" He teased moving his fingers a bit faster now that he had more freedom. She gripped his arms, her hands running down his left, interlacing their fingers and leading them right where she wanted it. "And eager," he laughed, getting more aroused at her forwardness.

"I don't think I can hold out for three more facts," she whispered hoarsely, gasping when he finally obliged her by slipping his fingers inside.

"Thirteen," he said, remembering how he'd gotten this far. He leaned down and kissed her stomach, his fingers moving slowly in and out, her mewling sounds turning him inside out. He reached a thin scar right over her hip and ran his tongue over the length of it. She gasped his name, her fingers running themselves through his hair. "This is not the product of an appendix removal," he told her, "This is the product of a very bad car accident you got in during high school."

He felt her stiffen and he ran his hands up and down her sides helping her relax.

"Finn, let me up," she whispered. Finn let her go, removing his fingers as well, letting her sit up on the bed.

"I'm not judging, Rory," he told her.

She shook her head leaning against the headboard, her knees tightly to her chest. He sat up and watched her as she took calming breaths, avoiding eye contact.

"I haven't thought about that in years," she said out loud, finally looking at him. "I'm guessing you know the circumstances of the crash."

"It brings me to the last two facts. But I can tell you something else, Rory."

She shook her head. "You can…" she swallowed. "Go ahead."

He crawled closer to her to kneel in front of her, his hands ran up and down her legs slowly, in an attempt to get her to relax. "Fourteen," he said softly. "You smoked weed sporadically through high school."

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the headboard as he continued. "A friend of yours, Tristan, introduced you to a joint at a high school party. I was in that car, Rory."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Jeez, Rory, we were all high off our ass. I'm not surprised you didn't know I was in the car with you guys."

"I-" she frowned. "Tristan swore it was just the two of us."

"I was the one that called the ambulance." He ran his hands soothingly up and down her arms as she stared at him. "Tristan thought it would be better if you didn't remember too much. So he let you keep the account you gave."

"You were in the car?" She asked disbelievingly.

Smirking he pushed his hair back, showing her the thin line that started faintly at his temple and ran up. "Twenty stitches. My head hit the side window."

She shook her head, her fingers touching the scar lightly. "Tristan said it was the impact that shattered that window, not your head. I really don't remember much about that night."

Finn shrugged. "We let Tristan drive. He was high and drunk, love, and we were just as bad. It was an innocent mistake. When Tristan made impact with the tree, the seatbelt dug into your hip, causing this scar," he said, his fingers finding it. "Your mother has no idea that you were ever in a car accident or that you were ever high once in your life."

She bit her lip. "What do you know about that?"

"Tristan told me that you told your mom that you stayed at Louise Grant's house after the party and that you all talked about boys and watched movies. When really, love, you were unconscious on a hospital bed, and when you woke up, you heard Tristan had gotten stitches on his head."

She leaned her head back again. "I didn't know that anyone but me and Tristan knew about that accident. I was so grateful that I was eighteen and that my last words before I passed out were 'Do not by any circumstances call my parents." I was so grateful they actually listened to me."

Finn cleared his throat. "Being the most lucid of the three, a window to the head will knock you sober by the way, I told them our parents were out of town. And, luckily, when they tested the theory, all three maids answered and said the rehearsed phrase whenever the cops call. That Mr. and Mrs. Blank were out of town and that they wouldn't be back in for months."

Rory laughed. "Oh god, I think this story qualifies as four facts."

"Just one," he said, "Because you didn't even know most of it." She felt herself relax loosening her hold on her knees. He pulled her forward so that she straddled his knees, her hands loosely wrapped around his neck. "Ready for the last one?"

"Mhmm," she nodded.

"Fifteen, because of your weed habit, which you stopped right after said accident," he said causing her the chuckle, "You became, and still are, a stress smoker."

"Oh god," she laughed.

"A smoker knows a smoker," he teased. "And a lot of the cigarette butts on the terrace are not mine. It's the reason you won't let me light up in front of you, you'll be tempted yourself."

"That's it, after our post-sex cigarette, we're quitting."

Finn laughed tightening his hold on his hips as he laid her down on the bed, her hair spreading out against the pillows. Her fingers held on to his sides as his ran up and down the length of her body, kneeling between her legs.

"You are incredibly beautiful."

"I know," she teased. "And you're incredibly handsome."

He nodded in agreement. "I know." His hands ran down her hips and up her legs, massaging her thighs lightly. He brought her right leg up slowly kissing the inside of her leg, working his way to her thigh. He heard her groan as his lips hovered right over her. He pulled back and repeated the process on her other leg, nipping at her thigh as his fingers ran lightly up and down her mound, before delving deeper and finding their way inside, causing her to cry out.

"I know almost everything about you, love," he whispered laying a kiss on her stomach. "But the thing I'm most curious about is how you look as you come, what you sound like." He smirked as she leaned her head back, his fingers thrusting faster and rubbing slightly on her clit, not wanting to give her the release until he was ready.

"I'm very anxious to see this." He kissed her lower still, her fingers winding their way into his hair. He slowed his fingers when he felt her fingers tighten on his hair and her breathing come out faster than it had been before. Before she had a chance to recover from the almost high, he ran his tongue up her slit before taking the sensitized nub into his mouth.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, her hips bucked, his free hand settling on her hips to keep them in place.

"Oh… god," she moaned, lifting her hips as far as his hand would allow. He watched as one of her hands ran themselves through her own hair, her mouth parting allowing a silent scream to come through as her orgasm hit. He pulled away getting a taste of her, his fingers slowing down before slowly pulling out.

She opened her eyes to see him hovering over her, a slight smirk on his face. "Definitely worth the wait," he whispered, capturing her lips with his. She could taste herself on his lips. It made her even more aroused if possible.

She pulled away and kissed him lightly before lying her head on the pillow, blowing her hair out of her eyes. "Okay, Mr. Morgan, I'm ready."

Finn laughed as he lightly lifted her body to push the covers from her bed all the way down. "You are?"

"Yes, I'm ready to be ravished," she said, her face a mask of seriousness.

"And here I thought you already were," he teased kissing her collar bone.

"I, hereby, name you, Mr. Morgan," she said, a laugh erupting, not being able to keep a straight face, "The man most suited to take my innocence."

Finn couldn't help but laugh, "And here I thought I'd have to go through a dragon."

She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. "No dragon, just me and you."

"Hmm," he nuzzled her neck with his nose. "I like the sound of that."

She raised her hips a bit, giving her more reach to get to her nightstand. He groaned when her hips came in contact with his, closing his eyes as she rustling around her nightstand.

"Love, I can assure you, you won't be needing Philippe." He opened his eyes again, once she lowered her hips.

"I keep him in the other nightstand, Finn," she laughed. "Condoms," she told him, waving the package in front of him.

"Right, protection, that's smart."

She bit her lip, "Do I… or… jeez, my inexperience is showing, isn't it?"

He laughed. "It's endearing, love, you can put it on me."

With trembling hands she ripped the package open and slowly slipped it on his, causing him to groan. "God, you're good at teasing," he murmured as her hands ran the length of him and trailed up his chest slowly. He took one of her hands into his and brought it up to his mouth. "Nervous?" He asked feeling it still shaking.

She ran her free hand down his cheek. "A little," she admitted, "But not because of you."

He nodded, swallowing before leaning down to kiss her. Her arms tightened around his neck as she opened her mouth, their tongues dueling for dominance as she felt his length position itself just outside her entrance.

He pulled away, running a hand through her hair smiling at her. "Ready?"

She nodded as he bent down to kiss her neck, nipping at the places he'd kissed lightly. "Wrap your legs around my hips, love," he whispered. She did as she was told, feeling his hips move forward.

She gasped as she felt him enter her slowly, then pause when he hit the barrier.

"It's going to hurt," he whispered.

"Just… do it fast," she whispered back. "Like a Band-Aid."

Nodding, he pulled back a bit, covering her mouth with his own before thrusting in, swallowing her cry as he entered her fully. He felt her nails dig into his back and her toes against his buttocks, pausing when he was in her, letting her adjust.

He kissed her softly, licking her lips. "You okay?"

She nodded losing her grip on his back. "Perfect." She lifted her hips, feeling restless at the lack of movement. He pulled back, slowly thrusting into her, her hips meeting his with every thrust.

Frustrated with his slow speed, she tightened her hold on his hips with her legs before rolling them over flipping their positions.

He stared up at her in shock as she straddled him comfortably.

"Yes," she teased. "The novice has a few tricks up her sleeve"

"The novice isn't wearing sleeves," he teased back, groaning when he felt her hips move. "Shit."

His hands ran up her hips to her breasts to cup them, his thumbs running lightly over her hardened nipples, emitting a moan from her as she threw her head back.

Smirking and not being able to resist the temptation, he sat up holding her tightly on his lap, bending his head down to take the nipple into his mouth. Her fingers tightened on his back, her hips speeding up.

He let go of her breast looking up at her, his hands moving to her hips to slow her down. "We've got all night, love." He nipped her shoulder and helped set her pace, moving her hips with his hands before running them up her back. She laid her mouth on his shoulder as she moved at the slowed down pace, feeling the thin layer of perspiration on their skin.

"Feel it?" He whispered as her breathing hitched. "Feel how it builds?" His hand spanned her stomach feeling it contract before it went lower, his thumb slowly rubbing her clit as she slowly went over the edge, whispering his name into his ear.

She tugged on his ear with her teeth, soothing it with her tongue. "I think it's your turn."

"I think so too." He flipped them over, laying her on her back again. "Wanna pick up the speed?"

"I liked the slow," she admitted, loving the slow-building orgasm, "But I think I'm going to like the fast a bit better."

"Good to hear," he said moving his hips a bit faster. He lightly pushed the hair away from her face, skimming his lips down her forehead to her cheeks. Loving the feel of her neck, he rubbed is nose against the long column of her neck, nibbling on her throat, feeling her gasps underneath his lips.

"Finn," she groaned, her nails raking up his spine, causing an arousing shiver to run through his body and his hips to speed up even more.

Feeling her inner muscles contract around him, he gripped the sheets under his hands, her nails digging into his sides as they both fell over the edge. He groaned out her name before sinking his teeth into the soft swell of her breast as he came.

Her hands slipped from his back relaxing, sweeping through his hair as he laid his head between her breast, softly soothing the bite mark with his tongue.

"You bit me," she accused softly.

"Mm, you're delicious, love, I couldn't help myself," he said closing his eyes as her fingers continued to comb through his hair.

"This means you've won the bet."

"I think we both won," he murmured.

Smiling, she pulled the covers over their quickly cooling bodies. They feel asleep, their legs entwined, Finn's head resting between her breasts, his arm holding her tightly to his body as her hands rested on his back, holding him just as tightly.


Her eyes fluttered open, not quite sure what had woken her up from her rest. Feeling someone staring at her, she looked next to her and found Finn looking at her, his fingers drawing random things on her hip.

"Hey," she whispered. "What time is it?"

"Nearing three."

"In the afternoon?" She asked.

"Morning, love."

"Mhmm," she rolled on her back stretching, wincing slightly at the soreness between her legs.

"Sore?" He asked, his fingers now drawing on her tummy.

"A bit."

"Well, we didn't quite get to dinner, and I'm feeling a bit peckish. I ran you a bath, just put the bubbles in."


Finn nodded. "Just got done filling it up. I put some of those lavender bubble bath you have under your sink. Go soak, it'll be good, and I'll finish up dinner, okay?"

She looked up at him, tracing his jaw with her fingers. "You make an excellent boyfriend. I'm glad you were my first."

He felt his cheeks warm and sat up before she noticed. "Go, love, before I decide to join you."

"You could," she teased, grabbing his undershirt from the floor and putting it on.

"I don't think that would help with the soreness."

"Your loss," she teased as she walked by him to go into her bathroom. She squealed when she felt her hips grabbed, then thrown back on the bed, Finn hovering over her. He tugged her bottom lip with his teeth before kissing her fully. He felt her arms go around his neck and pulled back.

"Go, soak in the tub," he laughed standing up and pulling on his boxers.

"Tease," she laughed getting off the bed.

"You started it," he accused as he pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Laughing at his antics, she stripped of his shirt before stepping into the warm tub and groaning when the warm water and lavender scent soothed her muscles.

She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the tub pillow she usually had in her tub and let herself relax. Half an hour later she was stepping out of the tub, drying off before putting on the clean undershirt Finn had left on the counter for her, along with a pair of his boxers he knew she liked to wear.

Going back to her room, towel-drying her hair, she frowned at the bed. Finn had changed the sheets and had folded the blankets back halfway so they could both crawl back in. Smiling she went to her dresser brushing out her hair.

Finn stood watching her as she ran the brush through her hair. The movements were slow and mesmerizing and it was her voice that brought him out of the haze.

"Just because I'm not looking at you doesn't mean I don't know you're there," she said turning to look at him.

Smirking he laid the bed tray on the nightstand, motioning her to get in the bed. "I'm going to grab my plate, I won't be two minutes," he said as she crawled into bed, liking the image she presented lying in bed in his clothes. He backed out of the bedroom going to the living room where he'd left his briefcase and popped it open.

He hadn't wanted to wait almost a week to give her all the facts, but the surprise he had for her had called for him to wait. Grabbing the wrapped package, he put it on his tray before going back to the room and sitting on the bed, setting the tray in her lap.

She looked at the package and frowned at him. "What's this?"

He smirked. "Open it."

She pulled on the ribbon lightly, putting it on the nightstand before unwrapping the box. She opened the lid and laughed at what laid inside. "You've got to be kidding."

"Nope, I told you I'd get it." He laughed as she picked up the wooden plaque.

"'Congratulations Lorelai Leigh Gilmore Hayden, you've just had your cherry popped,'" she read out loud laughing. "What did the guy who made it for you say when you told him what you wanted engraved?"

"He looked at me like I was crazy. I explained that it was an inside joke. He continued to look at me like I was crazy."

"What's this blank space?" She asked pointing to the large space under the congratulates.

"That, my love, is the place where the date and time you lost your virginity go."

"You're kidding right?"

"Nope, going to take it back to the man in a few days and ask him to fill it in."

She shook her head in amusement before putting the plaque against her lamp. Looking back in the box, she a picture of Finn laying there, a slight smirk on his face. Shaking her head she placed it next to the plaque. "It's gotten to the point where your actions do not shock me anymore, Finn."

"There's enough time to surprise you yet, love. For instance, I still have one fact."

She raised an eyebrow, placing her tray of untouched food on the ground. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm," he nodded, bringing her over so she straddled him. "But if nothing surprises you any more, I don't know if I want to share."

"No, please do."

"Well then, if you insist, number sixteen, is it?"

"Sixteen," she nodded in agreement.

"Well then, sixteen. I, Finn Morgan, love you, Rory Hayden."

She pulled back, her eyes wide. "What?"

"Ha, so I can surprise you."

She shook her head. "You love me?"

"Well of course love, I wouldn't go through all this just to take your virginity if I didn't love you would I? And," he continued before she could interrupt, "you wouldn't let me do all this if you didn't love me back."

"Well, I know I love you," she said, "But I didn't know you loved me."

"Well, I do," he nodded. "Loved you for a while now."

"I didn't know that," she admitted.

"Seems you don't know me as well you think you do."

Rory laughed at the absurdity of the comment. "Mr. Morgan, I believe I know you a lot better than you know yourself."

"Oh, is that a threat, Miss Hayden?"

"That, Mr. Morgan, is a warning and one day I'm going to prove it to you." She laughed as she pinned him on his back, planning to spend the whole night and day in bed with her boyfriend, though in the back of her mind coming up with a plan to show him just how well she did know him. And she knew him better damn well.


A.N. And done. Hope you all enjoyed!! And there will be a sequel, I know that for sure but I have no dates, and nothing written. So don't keep you're hopes up of it being soon. I hope you all enjoyed this one and it kept you tied over until I'm able to write all the other fics.