A/N: Ah, so, I had major Mia/Vince feels as I was listening to this. However, parts of the song reminded me of Letty/Dom too, so I plan to do a second version about them which I hope to get up later today or tomorrow. :)

Also, I guess the M rating comes into this one.


"If I live every moment
Won't change any moment
Still a part of me and you
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything I do
Just like a tattoo
I'll always have you"
- Tattoo, Jordin Sparks

Version 1.


I headed down the corridor towards Vince's room. I stopped outside of his door and cursed myself as I remembered those few nights that happened over a couple of weeks before Dad's death. I was seventeen and he was twenty. I'd come home from school in tears because my then boyfriend had broken up with me after I refused to have sex with him, he even took good measure by insulting the fact that I was still a virgin. That wasn't why I'd said no to him, it just honestly didn't feel right. Vince was the only one home and we sat up in my room. He listened to me as I spoke about it and then comforted me. That night I lost my virginity.

I could tell Vince was worried the morning after but he never said anything, I was thankful for that but I knew it would probably never happen again. Only I was wrong. It happened a handful of times after that but we made it clear that we'd stop, we just never did. I wasn't sure if he loved me but I kept going back for more, I knew it was like playing with fire but I couldn't help it. Then Dad's race came around… After he died V and I really did stop. There was no way we could really get into a relationship after that, not with how everyone was feeling. Then Dom went to prison and any chance of us being together for real went completely out of the window.

The pain was much worse than day I came back from school, only this time he wasn't there to comfort me. It hurt to admit the truth, what we'd done might have felt great but we went about it the wrong way. We should have been open about it all in the first place instead of hiding. Now, stood outside of his door I felt trapped. Dom had gotten out of prison a couple of months ago and Vince came to me. Dom was different and Vince was scared, which was the scariest part because Vince was never scared. He kissed me before walking away, I never did follow up on that kiss but it got me thinking, I needed to end this now but I felt like something was trying to get out of me. Part of me felt like I was wrong for ending this while the other part thought I was wrong for even starting it. I knew I had to move on and leave him behind. At least in that sense. We could only be friends, family.

I finally opened the door and stepped in. He sat on the bed, legs stretched out and back against the headboard. I smiled a little at the car magazine in his hands. Twenty-two years old and he still read them. In fact, he was so intrigued by it that he didn't even see me. I closed the door a little harder than need be and his eyes snapped up to mine.

"Hey," he grinned, throwing the magazine to the floor.

I didn't want to waste any time but that grin put me off completely. I took him in as I tried to remember why I'd come in there in the first place. He looked so perfect sat there and I could only remember all the good things I felt when we were together.

"Fuck it," I groaned.

He eyed me suspiciously as I walked closer to him. He was still smiling but it instantly dropped away as I moved to straddle him. Well it had been two months since he kissed me and I'd avoided him as best as I could since. I leaned in and kissed him as he opened his mouth to say something. As he kissed me back the new direction I wanted to take with us completely fell away.

"Mia." I'd give him credit, even he looked disappointed as he pulled away from me. "What is this?"

"I'm sick of playing these games," I mumbled. "Pretending nothing happened and that it was just a bit of fun back then."

"It was definitely more than just a bit of fun," he said sternly.

"Then why were we so afraid to tell them all?" I questioned. "Even before Dad died?"

He shrugged. "My biggest worry was Dom, you know for sure he would have threw me out, hell me might have even killed me."

"He would have made me choose," I sighed.

"What would you have chosen?" he asked curiously.

"I never would have taken sides," I shrugged. "I would have fought to keep you both. He's my brother and you…"

"Me?"

"That night," I started. "When I came home I remember going straight to the bathroom. And when I looked in the mirror I thought I wasn't good enough but then you convinced me otherwise. And it kills me now to think that I could stop this, that I could admit I was wrong. I've changed my mind so many times about this decision but I have to be strong and leave you behind, forget this happened, because we can't do this again."

"Then why are you here?" he asked. "What am I to you that would make you fight to keep me in your life? Even against Dom…"

"I guess I loved you once," I sighed. "You looked after me but it was more than that."

"And you don't feel like that anymore?" he asked sadly.

I shook my head. "You're part of me I guess, I can't really forget, y'know? I think part of me will always love you."

"Then what's stopping us?" When I looked away he lifted my chin up to look at him. "Because it's no secret that I feel something for you, if we both feel something then why can't we? We could do things properly this time around."

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I guess it doesn't feel right."

"You guess?" He brought his lips to mine briefly as he rubbed himself against me. I bit his bottom lip to stop myself from reacting to how good it felt. He smiled against my lips as he moved away to look at me. "Did that feel wrong?"

"Vince…"

"Did it?" he questioned. "In any sense of the word, did it feel wrong?"

"No," I admitted. "It felt right, like we should be doing this, that I should be doing this with you."

His lips were on mine before I could even think to take it back. He moved us round so that now he was on top. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he ground into me. I bit my lip and tried once again to keep any noise of agreement inside but a low moan finally escaped.

I felt him grin against my lips before he kissed slowly down my neck. He only pulled away for a brief moment to lift my top up above my head and unhook my bra. I groaned and almost hit him as he kissed along my chest but stayed deliberately away from my nipples. He must have caught my annoyance though because without warning he was paying a considerable bit of attention to them.

I whimpered in protest as he pulled away from me again. I glared up at him as he looked down at me, smirking. I reached between us and fiddled with his belt buckle. He tensed up for a moment but eventually moved to stand up. I knelt on the edge of the bed and lifted his top up over his head. I reached back down to unbuckle and unbutton his jeans as he did the same to mine. We both wiggled out of them, underwear and all.

He teasingly kissed at me neck as he ran his fingers up and down my sides. I reached out to do the same to him but I found myself being lifted up and laid back down. He hovered above me for a moment before I felt his body slowly press down against mine. I bit down on his shoulder and wrapped my legs around him. He seemed to get the picture as he pulled away and watched me carefully.

There was a sharp intake of breath from both of us as he slowly entered me. From the way he cursed under his breath I knew he wouldn't last long, to be honest I wasn't sure I would either, but I felt myself smiling, it made me happy. He either really wanted this or he hadn't had any action in a while. I honestly prayed that if it was one it would be the latter.

"Mia," he breathed out.

"I know," I whispered softly, kissing his jaw as I did. "It's OK."

He moved his lips to cover mine as he thrust in and out at a slow, deliberate pace. His lips were constantly locked with mine, and when they weren't they were hovered nearby. I gripped his shoulders tightly as I tried to concentrate on my breathing. I could feel him tense and his breathing became more jagged. I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to pick up speed, which he complied.

After a few sharp thrusts, a string of swear words, loud moans and a few slips of my name tumbled from his mouth as he came suddenly. I followed soon after with a similar response. He kissed my face repeatedly before rolling away from me and onto his back. I tried to catch my breath as he pulled me to him. I curled up against his side, head rested on his chest.

We laid in silence for a few minutes. I traced patterns on his chest with my finger as he drew patterns on my hip with his.

"Vince…" I started as I continued to draw patterns.

"Don't," he said quickly. "Please."

I felt my stomach clench as he begged. "We have to talk about this."

"Are you still considering only being friends?" he asked. I didn't respond, just kept drawing patterns. "In that case we're not talking about this now, we're going to lie here, at least for a little bit, please give me that time."

"You don't know I'm going to decide that," I told him.

"But there's a chance you will," he sighed, brushing his lip lightly against my hair.

"V…" I moved to look up at him. "You were the one who first said we had to stop this."

"Yeah, because I thought it was wrong," he mumbled. "I didn't realise we felt the same way about each other."

I watched him as he seemed to think of something to say. I kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt his though process. I became aware that his grip on me got tighter. I kissed his chest a few time, hoping it would calm him down some.

"Do you regret what just happened?"

"No…"

His eyes came down to mine. "But?"

"If I do want this to be the end this kind of makes it harder, doesn't it?"

He nodded. "I don't blame you for wanting to move on."

"It's not about that," I protested. "We never had a chance to talk about this all properly before. First there was Dad and then Dom, it was just never right, y'know? And with the state of things now… This… I don't know if it would help anything, it might cause more problems."

He shrugged. "OK, so moving on may not be your exact reason now but you will eventually. I promise I won't bug you too much about it now, but I'm not going to be able to move on Mia, you have to know that."

"You make it sound like it's easy for me," I snapped. "I wouldn't change any of what happened and I certainly won't regret it. I probably won't ever be able to forget either. Whether you like it or not, I probably won't be able to forget about you."

"So I guess no matter what we're stuck with each other?" he chuckled.

I nodded. He grinned a little as he moved me quickly. I let out a yelp followed by a low sigh as he laid me on his chest. I looked up at him. He reached up to kiss me once.

"We'll talk about this properly tomorrow," he said sternly. "One more night won't harm us."

He kissed me once more and I thought it over. The idea of one more night did sound good. Sigh. Remember when I had self control and some determination? Yeah, me neither. I nodded slightly at him as I buried my head in his neck, his arms coming up to wrap around me.

"V?"

"I thought we agreed tomorrow," he mumbled.

"We did…" He stayed silent so I continued on. "I'll always have you. No matter what we decide tomorrow. Right?"

He was silent for a moment and I was scared of what his answer might be.

"Always," he grumbled, already sounding sleepy. "Just like a tattoo."


R&R