A/N I don't own anyone but Bella.

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Bella was interrupted from her favorite show by a knock on the door.

Timing it perfectly right so she wouldn't miss anything, she quickly leaped up and made a bolt for it. "Daddy!" She exclaimed, jumping up and hugging Vic.

"Um, yes. I am." He muttered, patting her back awkwardly.

She frowned, all of the fathers in world and she got stuck with one that didn't know how to hug. Oh well, she could teach him.

"Where is your mother?" He asked as he put her down.

"In here!" Called Helena from her room. "Hey, could you help me with something?"

"Uh, sure." He muttered. The last time Helena had asked him to help her with something he'd walked in on her laying on their bed completely naked with a bottle of lotion telling him she needed help rubbing it on some very hard to reach areas.

He complied and it had been fantastic.

Trying to get that exact memory out of his head, he stumbled into Helena's room and caught sight if her standing in front of a mirror struggling with a zipper on her favorite cocktail dress.

He remembered that dress very well, its short velvet fabric, a tantalizingly low cut in the front, the deep red color, and impossibly small straps. The last time he'd seen that dress he'd been trying desperately to get it off so he could have is way with her, but the damn zipper wouldn't budge.

Of course, once he'd accomplished what he'd been trying to do it was worth it but...at least she'd fixed that annoying zipper.

"My zipper's stuck," She explained. "can you help me zip it up?"

"Sure."

Helena smiled and looked away. She'd seen the way he was staring at her in this totally inappropriate for a mother dress. She bet he was remembering the last time he'd gotten to take it off.

Hope you enjoy the view Viccy; this is the closest you'll get to seeing me naked again. She thought defiantly.

He shuffled over to her quietly and gently grasped the zipper in his hands. "This one?"

"That's the only one there is, idiot."

"Sorry." He mumbled, running a finger down her spine.

Helena shivered; she'd forgotten the way he used to do that in bed. She frowned, she'd let it him get away with it this time but if he tried it again...

Vic stared at the black lace of her bra strap. He hated those things, those demonic little things that always seemed hell-bent on torturing him. If he had a dime for every time they'd made him feel like an idiot...

Helena closed her eyes as she felt Vic press his body against hers gently. And, maybe, not that she'd ever admit it, she leaned against him too.

Q gently took her hair into his hand and brushed it over her shoulder, reveling in its softness as he inhaled her scent. Oh how he missed trying to get that scent out of his clothes before his co-workers laughed at him.

Helena sighed as she felt Vic's' warm breath on her neck. The last time she'd felt him do that Helena had been being pressed against a mattress while Vic panted and groaned as he moved inside of her.

Helena was not an idiot; actually, she was very far from it. The problem was even though her head was pissed at him her body missed his like a drug.

Vic placed his hand over the zipper. "Found it."

"Mm..." She murmured under her breath.

She felt him slowly move his other hand until it rested on her thigh. Lost in the sensations, she slowly used her hands to lift his up and gently cup her neck.

Vic stared down at her warm, inviting skin. His eyes roamed over her neck as he bent his head down, his lips millimeters from her neck. He slowly pursed them...

...Only to have Bella begin to laugh in the room next to theirs.

The moment was gone as the couple quickly jumped apart. Vic avoided Helena's gaze as she turned away, red-faced. What, one touch and she was ready to hop back into bed with him? No way in hell.

Vic felt his face turn red as he awkwardly followed Helene out of the room. He didn't understand what had just happened, but he'd liked it.

Bella looked up at her parents as they entered the room. "Daddy are you okay? You look hot."

Oh, yeah, he's hot all right. Helena thought with a grin. I mean he's hot for ME, not that he's not hot to begin with. I mean-ugh, get out of my head Vic! I haven't forgiven you yet.

"No, no, I'm alright." He waved them off.

Bella turned her gaze back to her mother. "Ooh, Mama you look hot!" She exclaimed in approval. "Daddy, doesn't she look hot?"

Vic gave an awkward cough. "Er, she looks very beautiful."

"Well she always does but doesn't she look really hot tonight?" Bella pressed.

"Yes." Vic finally admitted.

Helena smiled at him, "I hope so, I mean I shaved my legs and everything." I'm going to have fun with this.

"Okay." She's going to have way too much fun torturing me like this.

"Got a nice dress on an everything." Not that you care, you only want to take it off.

"I know, I helped zipper it back up. So whom are you going out with tonight?" Hope she gives me a last name; I need to do a back round check on this mystery man.

"Roger." No way in hell are you getting a last name, you'll do a back round check on him.

"Ah, is he nice?" Damn it, I wanted a last name.

"Very. Do you think I look okay?" Now we're back to the tempting game, yay!

"Beautiful." But not as good as you did in my shirt.

"Thanks." I will not blush! "What about you, do you date much?"

"Not really. It's hard to find someone willing to put up with me, let alone love me." Well, I found you. But you were too good for me and I had to let you go.

"I didn't think it was that hard." Why did I just say that?

"Oh." See, you're perfect.

A knock was suddenly heard from the door. "I'll get it." Helena said quickly as she headed out to greet her guest.

"Hello 'Lena." Roger grinned as he bent down and kissed her cheek.

"Hi Roger." She smiled.

The brown-haired man suddenly frowned, "Who's this?" He asked, gesturing to Vic.

"My Daddy." Bella explained.

Roger looked at Helena for an explanation. "He's my ex boyfriend." She sighed. "He's only here to baby-sit our daughter."

"Okay." Roger frowned, offering Helena his hand. "Shall we?"

"Let's." She grinned as they waltzed out the door.

Bella turned to Vic. "I don't like him."

"Hurm." Vic muttered as he watched them leave. "Neither do I."

Helena had been having a crappy night.

It had started off great; they went to a nice dinner and ordered delicious food. Then, he'd started talking. Roger was apparently a big fan of the Yankees, and while Helena had nothing against sports she also knew nothing about them so there'd been almost nothing for the two of them to discuss.

After dinner Roger had taken her to, of all places, a museum. Helena was not a museum person; all those boring paintings and old people wandering around did not exactly make it her favorite place to be. The only time Helena willingly went to a museum (Excluding field trips, of course) was to kick ass during robberies.

To make matters worse, Helena had came here once to bust a robbery with Vic the two had ended up going at it like dogs in heat in a spare closet. So she was stuck here with a sports fanatic trying desperately not to think of sexy memories of her ex in a museum that was boring her to tears.

That wasn't even the worst part.

While wandering through the dreaded museum, they had enters an exhibit titled Mad Love.

The entire hallway was decorated with histories most violent couples doing horrible things and completely enjoying themselves. There were paintings of Bonnie and Clyde holding hands as they broke into a bank, Harley and the Joker clanking wine glasses as Batman was lowered into a pit of acid, and Hitler and his lover kissing as millions of Jews caught on fire around them.

There had also been a painting of her and Vic.

They were perched on a hill in front of Arkham Asylum. Vic in his Question gear was behind her, an arm around her waist while she leaned against him and slid her right arm around his neck. Her face was contorted in pleasure as Vic's' 'face' nuzzled her neck. Her crossbow was loaded against his head and he had a gun pressed to her thigh as red blood poured down the hill, bodies laying in the back round.

Roger noticed her staring and looked at the picture. "Damn, Huntress is crazy hot!" She gave him a point for that. "To bad she's such a psycho!" She deducted the point. "Could you imagine the kid they'd have; it'd be crazy!" And he was out.

Swearing under her breath, she opened the door to her home and stepped inside to reveal Vic passed out on her couch with Bella on his lap, Lilo and Stitch playing in the back round.

With a small smile tugging on her lips she quietly walked towards him. "Hey."

He tiredly blinked his eyes open. "Hello. What's wrong?"

She propped her elbow on the couch and rested her chin on it. "Nothing, my date just really sucked."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Sorry about what?"

"Sorry that he missed out on such a beautiful woman."

"Vic..."

"I know, I know; no compliments."

She smirked. "You still have those orange socks?"

"They're comfortable." He shrugged getting up. "Good bye, I'll see you Thursday."

"Huh?"

"Bella has a Tae-Kwon-Do tournament and invited me to go. I'll see you there."

"Fine." She sighed. "Bye, Vic."

"Bye." He smiled.

He was just glad this time it wasn't permanent.

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