A/N: To get the full impact of the first little scene you should listen to "No One Else" by Operator if you have it while you read.. It's just so .. Sexy. Honestly if you've got it, listen. Aside from that.. here's the next part in my lil drama.. As always, thanks.

Letty swung her hips in a slow circle, her hands lifted slightly above her head as she danced with Leon. The alcohol she had consumed so far warmed her and left her feeling uninhibited. She threw her head back, sending her hair back over her shoulders, the hair she and Tala had spent almost an hour painstakingly curling here and there. She had gotten some extensions put in the day before, raspberry purple ones, and wanted to do something special for Leon. Since Vince and Tala were busy with him meeting the in-laws, she and Leon decided to hit the clubs.

Out came the chunky black knee high boots and the shortest leather mini she owned, one she had always felt self conscious wearing, and a backless white halter that sat just above her naval. Judging by the way Leon's hand had kept tracing the inside of her thigh every time she was close enough for him to touch, he liked the look. When he had walked into the bathroom to fix his hair and had seen her with her foot propped against the sink, lacing her boots, he hadn't been able to speak.

Letty's eyes fell shut at the thought of how he had felt as he walked over to her and pressed himself full against her back, his heat burning into her from behind as he ran his hands across the exposed strip of flesh beneath her top. His lips brushing her ear as he'd whispered how sexy he thought she looked, his teeth catching on her earrings and tugging slightly…

Leon's low, raspy growl tickled at her ear, his hands sliding around her hips as she ground back into him. "Tell me that look on your face is for me." His breath was hot against her ear, his body moving in time with hers to the slow, heavy pulse of the music. He groaned as she rocked against him, swirling her hips in figure eights as she slid down his front. She smiled up at him, just a small impish grin.

"But of course."

He pulled her to him, belly to belly, and ran his hand down the side of her thigh, slowly lifting her leg to rest around his hip. He ignored the looks they were getting and darted his tongue out to drag across her lip. He could taste the tequila she had drank on her breath. She whimpered, sliding her cheek against his.

"Le.."

He pulled away to look at her, still holding her body flush against him. "What is it?"

She rolled her hips against him, her mouth slightly open in a gasp. Her breath was leaving her in small pants, her pupils dilated, skin damp with a sheen of sweat. "Take me home, Le."

Grinning wickedly, he gently guided her ahead of him through the crowd with his hand on the small of her back, unable to help but notice the envious looks on the faces of guys they passed. He gave a small mental laugh. And she's all mine.

Tala glared at her mother. She had just found her tearing strips off of Vince for the second time that night. Looking at him, Tala could see his frustration at being treated like a leper, not that you would notice unless you knew him. He had good posture anyways, but the tension in his shoulders was incredible.

Looking around the room she searched for her aunt, knowing Jules wouldn't leave him alone on purpose. Vince noticed and discretely pointed toward the bathroom, trying to ignore his mother in law to be.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Penelope turned ever so slightly, her expression bored. "Stay out of this, Tala. It doesn't concern you."

Fuming, "Doesn't concern me? He is my fiance! How doesn't it concern me?"

Her mother rolled her eyes, refilling her wine glass. "Please," she scoffed. "Don't be preposterous! You are not marrying him."

Tala looked at Vince, observing the tick in his jaw. It was only a matter of time before he let loose and became the offensive brute her mother accused him of being. "Baby, c'mere." She held her hand out to him, "Why don't you go and talk to Dad? I'm sure you could chat his ear off about your babies and he'd love to hear all about them." She gave him an encouraging smile and nodded toward the living room.

Vince's eyes shifted between her and her mother, wary, but he nodded and calmly left the kitchen, dignity intact. Once she was sure he was gone, Tala turned back to her mother.

"So he has children already? He looks like the kind who couldn't keep it in his-"

"Shut the fuck up, mother." Tala snarled, clenching her fists. Her nails dug into her palms. "How could you treat him that way? Isn't it bad enough that your own children hate you? Must you insist on turning the entire world against you?"

Penelope shook her head, laughing. "You disillusioned little slut," she shot Tala a condescending look, "You have no idea what you're talking about. As usual."

Tala rolled her eyes, leaning against the counter. She was used to the name calling. It was one of the reasons that she would often meet her father somewhere for lunch instead of visiting. "Mother.. You are an idiot. Vince's babies? He owns five electric guitars. They are his babies. You have no clue what that man is like!" She laughed humourlessly, "Do you know why you haven't met Vince before now?" She waited for any kind of response, but didn't get any. "Fine.. You haven't been introduced before now because I didn't want him to meet you."

That got a response.

"You what? Why the hell not?" Penelope demanded.

Tala glared at her. "Because I knew you would treat him the way you did and he doesn't deserve that! For all you know mother Vince could be old money."

The older woman looked sceptical, mocking even. "Unlikely."

Wordlessly, Tala lifted her hand, flashing the ring he had given her. She inwardly screamed with joy as her mothers jaw dropped, outwardly her expression remained blank. If it was one thing her mother knew it was expensive jewellery. Sure, he wasn't old money at all, but her mother didn't know that.

"Vince wanted you to like him so badly," she started, then shook her head. "No, you know what? Forget it. You've obviously made up your mind about him." She slapped her hand down on the counter and smiled. "I don't want you anywhere near my wedding, mother."

Spluttering, Penelope pushed her wine glass onto the counter so she wouldn't drop it. "I beg your pardon? You cannot stop me from going to my daughter's wedding!"

Tala smiled, grabbing her purse. "Sure I can, you know, it being my wedding and all." She explained simply. "Oh, and mother?"

"What?"

She looked down slightly, "I don't want you anywhere near my baby either." She turned on her heel and stalked from the kitchen, so proud of the fact that she hadn't started to cry. She almost started when she walked into the fairly quiet living room, most of the guests having left already, and saw her father listening avidly to something Vince was saying. He looked so much calmer now than he had ten minutes earlier. As soon as he noticed her there, his arm came out and reached toward her like it always did. She couldn't help but feel a little lighter as she sat across his thighs, head on his shoulder. She held his right hand in her lap and nestled against him, near purring as his good arm coiled around her shoulder, down around her waist and his hand came to rest on her stomach. It was almost as if he already knew about the baby, his big hand covering and protecting it. She hadn't told him yet.

His scratchy chin scraped against her cheekbone. "Ok, Firefly?"

She nodded silently, her fingers twisted in the collar of his shirt. "Let me know when you want to go home."

He smiled shyly, desperate not to offend Walter. "..I've wanted to go home for a while." He admitted, watching her massage his right hand. He winced as a sharp stab of pain seared up his wrist.

Tala frowned at him and Walt looked downright startled at his outward show of pain. "What happened?"

Vince shrugged it off, playing it down. "It hurts sometimes.."

"It hurts all the time." Tala corrected, looking at her father from beneath her brows. She stood up, smoothing her skirt. "We're going home. Did you take your pills today?"

Vince grimaced. "… No."

"And why not?"

He stood beside her trying not to look guilty. "I wanted to be clear headed when I met your parents!" He exclaimed, then his face darkened. "Though I'm starting to wish I'd taken the whole bottle now."

Walt pat him on the shoulder, walking them to the door. "You'll know better next time. We'll get drunk next time, Vince. Then we can hide in a tree and take pot shots at her as she walks past!" his face lit up with glee at the thought.

Vince chuckled, nodding. "You got yourself a deal, Walt."

Leon blinked against the dull light that seeped between the curtains, struggling to cling to the last vestiges of sleep. He sighed, stretching the tiniest amount before settling back into that oh so comfortable position on his side. Once his eyes had adjusted to the dim, he felt a smile tugging at his lips. Unable to help himself, he smoothed his hand across the softness of Letty's back and down to her hip where he grasped at the sheet and tugged it higher across her otherwise bare back. His fingers lingered on a dark patch just below her ear.
She was laying face down on her stomach, her head turned toward him. Her hair was splayed in an almost artful way across the pillow behind her, long, dark lashes pressed against her round cheeks like small fans. Her lips, slightly open in sleep still a little swollen, a tiny bruise marring the otherwise perfect skin at the corner of her mouth.

I think maybe I got a little carried away, he thought, amused as he fingered the mark. The move made the skin across his shoulders stretch ever so slightly and he winced at the unpleasant sting. Seemed he wasn't the only one.

He was busy tracing over the crescent shaped marks his short fingernails had left on Letty's exposed thigh when he heard the sharp shrill ringing of his cell. He looked beside the bed to where it usually sat when he wasn't carrying it and only saw an empty space.

"What the-?" He remembered it was in his pants pocket. "... Ah, fuck it." He mumbled, turning back towards a sleeping Letty. Only she wasn't sleeping. She was laying silently, watching him watch her.

She gave him a lazy smile. "Go answer your phone." She quietly ordered. Leon pulled a face, not wanting to get up. He collapsed into the bedding, his face pressed tightly against her bare back.
"Don't wanna." He grumbled, scraping his goatee across her skin. Letty squirmed, laughing that quiet, breathy laugh she had just after waking up.
"Stop that."

Leon grinned to himself when the phone stopped ringing. "Aha! I don't have – aw shit." He groaned when it started to chirp shrilly after a short break. He pushed away from her with a grunt, muttering to himself about stupid cell phones and idiots who forgot to turn them off all the time.

As he descended the stairs, he scoured the vast downstairs area with a critical eye. The place looked like a hurricane had hit it. He almost laughed aloud when he spotted his boxers hanging from a door knob. He actually did laugh aloud when he saw his jeans caught on the corner of a picture frame. How they got there he had no clue.
Reaching into the pocket of them, he fished out his cell phone and quickly answered. "Yeah?"

"Orello!" The voice barked down the line, "It's Marcus! How are ya this mornin?"

Leon scratched his bare stomach absently, "Uh, yeah.. Good I guess..?" He glanced at the clock and almost dropped his phone. "Oh fuck.. Give me like, a half hour." He said apprehensively. He was due at work at seven, as per usual and it was now nine. Two hours late.

"Alright, boy. But if you're not here by then.."

Leon scrambled up the stairs to get dressed as he spoke. "No! I'll be there! Shit.. don't fire me.." He heard Marcus laugh and calmed a little.

"I wouldn't fire you. You're the best there is around here. Be here."

Hanging up the phone, Leon picked up the nearest pair of pants, checked to make sure they weren't too dirty and pulled them on, trying not to fall over.

Letty watched from the bed, trying not to laugh as he toppled and landed on one of her boots from the night before. "Late, Le?"

He glowered at her, standing and buckling his belt. "Yes, Let." He made a grab for a black tank.

She stretched , snuggling back into the blankets. "I wonder how V went." She said after a moment. Leon paused.

"For his sake I hope it went well.. He'd been stressing about it for the past week." He bent to kiss her, brushing his thumb over the tiny bruise by her mouth. "You have a bruise."

Letty touched the spot, watching his back as he started out of the room. "See you this afternoon?"

He stopped at the door, running his hands through his hair in an effort to tidy it. "Yeah, probably around five or six. Depends if I get caught up. I'll let you know."

She waited until she heard the door close downstairs and the sound of his car starting before she grabbed a pillow and held it over her head. She would call Tala later and find out how things went, but for now all she wanted to do was sleep.