Mario's was a nice little Italian restaurant just outside the touristy area of Port Angeles, known not only for it's wonderful cooking but for it's family-friendly attitude and staff. If you were willing to overlook it's slightly run-down appearance, it was pretty damn obvious that the building was loved deeply.

Leah had once, not too long ago, been a regular along with Sam because it was one of their favourite places to eat—the memory alone made her grimace and question why she had decided to bring Kitty there. Leah parked the car, hopped out and rushed around the front of the vehicle to open the door for her date.

Kitty smiled at the older girl shyly, Leah—obviously far more confident than Kitty—grabbed her hand gently and lead her to the doors of the restaurant. The moment they walked into Mario's, the man himself practically ran forward to personally greet Leah.

"Ah! Leah, Mia Luce! It is so good to see you. Who is this Bellisima?" He looked at Kitty with interest, before looking up at Leah with his face practically beaming. "Ah, um. This is Christine, my girlf—um—well, my date - I guess." Leah looked down at Kitty as if to ask if that was the right thing to say and she nodded with a lop-sided grin. Mario's smile grew further, before turning to Kitty with a flourish and spread of his arms. "Well, any friend of Leah's is a friend of mia famiglia, sì? If Mia Luce had brought you here, then I say, Benvenuto!"

"G-grazie, Signore." Kitty managed to force the thanks out with minimal stuttering, and Mario looked at the two girls fondly. "Your Italiano is good, Bèlla. Very good pronunciations." Kitty grinned, looking up at Leah proudly. Leah wrapped her arm around Kitty's waist possessively, and followed after the tottering man.

"Come, Mia Luce. I will give you only the best table!" The food was quite good, though Kitty listened for the majority of the meal Leah found herself with a smile almost constantly on her face.
To say that Leah Clearwater was damaged would be an understatement. She and Sam Uley had been on the fast track to getting married—until he met her cousin Emily. He had tried to maintain a relationship with Leah in hopes of not hurting her (and maybe forgetting his infatuation with the other girl), but eventually he left her for Emily; finding that his feelings for her only intensified. She hadn't been the same since, and though several people had attempted to be with her she never held any interest.

Until, of course, Kitty Felker—this timid girl who barely talked, who had seen so much, wormed her way into Leah's heart with her sweet emails and a non-judgmental attitude.

Leah stared at the teen next to her with an amused—and somewhat dumbfounded—expression, the silver-headed girl was attempting to wrap her pasta around her fork with great difficulty; so focused on what she was doing she failed to notice Leah watching her. If I could just get it to— Agh! Dammit! This is fucking impossible, I swear! After the fourth attempt (and failure) Kitty gave an exasperated huff—opting instead to grab a piece between two fingers and pop it into her mouth. A quiet laugh spilled from Leah's mouth at the sight, Kitty suddenly realizing what she did blushed darkly. Leah shook her head, she would be damned if this girl wasn't the death of her.

"Here, uh. Watch me." Using her own fork Leah twirled the pasta on Kitty's plate as if she had done so thousands of times, before holding the food up to Kitty's lips. With wide eyes Kitty opened her mouth and let Leah feed her.
Though it wasn't uncommon for couples at Mario's to feed one another, some older folks frowned upon the two girls (and in turn, Mario who had been watching to two with fatherly pride, glared at them, eventually making them so uncomfortable that they looked away from the couple.) Kitty's eyes were filled with fascination and approval, as if pleading with Leah to share her epic pasta-twirling secrets.

"If you keep looking at me like that I'm not going to be able to stop myself from kissing you." Though her voice was low, Kitty heard her loud and clear. The blush that spread like wildfire made Kitty bury her face in Leah's shoulder in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.
Leah, in a momentary loss of control, lifted the girl's chin with one finger, her chocolate eyes zeroed in on Kitty's lips. She leaned forward, ghosting her lips across the younger girls, before sighing heavily. She pulled away and looked down at the table in frustration. Soft pink lips pulled into a pout when the older girl pulled away, Kitty looked away awkwardly.

"I'm sorry. That wasn't right of me, I mean, this is our first date. And you're still only 17 and—" Leah shook her head in annoyance, before looking over as Kitty tapped her on the shoulder. Suddenly Kitty's lips were pressed to the corner of Leah's, brown eyes widened in shock before Kitty pulled away, silver hair curtaining her face as she looked down; playing with the hem of her shirt.

"Oh." Leah's voice was soft, Kitty shifted uncomfortably, before looking up at Leah with worried eyes. The smile that spread across Leah Clearwater's face was genuine.

It wasn't often that Leah found herself unable to look at someone, but in that moment she was sure her grin would split her cheeks if she even attempted to glance at the girl next to her.

"Mario? Could I get the check?"

"Not this time, Mia Luce. Let this one be on me, you're famiglia. I'm glad to see you with someone again. Especially this one, she's a keeper. Not like that bastardo you were with before." Leah rolled her eyes, but Kitty could still see the faint blush on Leah's cheeks.

The two left hand in hand, Leah opening the door respectfully and helping Kitty into the car.

"Well, Kitten. Its only 7:00. Would you like to go see a movie?" Kitty pretended to think intently, before she nodded her head enthusiastically, and laced her fingers through Leah's.

The options at the theatre were abysmal, but for some unknown reason Kitty insisted on seeing a slasher film.

"If you're sure, Kit." Leah sounded unconvinced, but purchased the tickets anyway. They made it into theatre 13 just as the ads were ending, Kitty eagerly pulled Leah all the way to the top of the Seating area.

It was safe to say that through the majority of the film Kitty had her face hidden in Leah's chest, the brunette wrapped her arm around Kitty's shoulders and pulled her into her lap. "I told you that you wouldn't want to see this, Kitten." Kitty looked up at Leah, before situating herself back in her own chair and staring at the screen as if to say, "See! I can watch this!" Only seconds later a girl had her throat slit on screen and Kitty was right back in Leah's lap, Leah laughed at her loudly and Kitty slumped her shoulders; pouting childishly.

Instantly Leah had buried her hand in Kitty's hair and pulled her head back lightly, sinking her teeth into the junction of Kitty's neck and shoulder hard enough to make the girl squeak. She sucked lightly, before pulling back and grinning triumphantly.

A deep purple mark now adorned the girl's skin. She looked at Leah with wide eyes, completely surprised at the animalistic action. As if she had finally realized what she had done, Leah started to panic. Ah,shit. This isn't good.

"Oh, shit. Kitten I'm sorry I don't kno—" Kitty cut the older girl off by shushing her and then snuggling into her. In all honesty, the action didn't bother her—she was more startled than anything else. She really liked Leah, and had for months now, it felt as if the older girl was telling the world she wanted Kitty, and Kitty couldn't argue that she didn't like that feeling.

Leah just couldn't understand why she had done it, or why the mark made her so damn pleased! What was she, some kind of sexual sadist? It was their first fucking date and she already couldn't seem to keep herself in control. The fact that Kitty didn't seem to mind allowed her to relax slightly, and at least attempt to enjoy the film. (Even if she enjoyed the girl sitting on her lap playing with her hair, more.)

The movie ended soon after, and they made their way back to the car, Kitty's hair hiding her, unbenownst to Leah, first hickey.

By the time they made it back to Forks it was almost 10:15, and Kitty was fast asleep in the passenger seat. Leah picked her up with little difficulty and carried her inside, being careful not to wake Bella as she lay Kitty down in her bed.

The decorations filling Kitty's side of the room were enough to bring a smile to Leah's face; most were drawings that Kitty had done others were things she had collected. Leah saw the ring she had gotten for Kitty last year sitting on the dresser, her eyes wide at the thought that Kitty cared enough to keep it.

It wasn't anything special, nor was it exactly expensive; but then again - it wasn't cheap either. Leah had stumbled upon it one day while in Port Angeles and had immediately thought of Kitty - she convinced herself to buy it under the guise of it being a birthday gift. When her eyes flicked back to the sleeping girl she could t help the sigh than left her.

"I won't rush this, Kitten, I promise." Her voice was heavy with sadness, a brief image of Sam's smile flitted through her mind and she grimaced.

Leah left a short note in Kitty's notebook, hoping she would see it when she awoke in the morning.

Kitten,
I got you home just after 10 o'clock.
I brought you up to your bedroom, don't worry you don't weigh much. I would love to do this again sometime. How about you come to the Rez tomorrow? We could walk down First Beach, I heard it's supposed to be sunny. Just text me and let me know, my number is in your phone. If you say yes, bring a jacket.
~Leah Clearwater.

Even Leah was shocked at how gentle she was with this girl who had stolen her heart. She couldn't deny the desire to protect her, nor the vicious possessiveness that she found consumed her when she looked upon the silver-haired beauty. She was obviously attracted to her, the new bruise on Kitty's neck was proof of that. She couldn't help but wonder if Kitty was aware of just how stunning she truly was, from her posture and constant self-consciousness Leah assumed she wasn't. That within itself bothered her. What could have damaged her so much? The attack was almost two years ago, and Leah was almost positive she had chased off the sadness and self-hatred that had plagued Kitty for months afterwards.

She would make sure that Kitty knew, no matter how long it took.
She took one last look at her, before gently pressing a kiss to Kitty's forehead.

When she made it down the stairs she saw Charlie standing by the door.

"Goodnight, Charlie. Thank you for letting me take her out." Charlie simply smiled at Leah, his response unexpected.

"Just make her happy, Leah." His smile was kind, if not uncertain. Leah knew the warning, even if it was not spoken.

Don't you hurt her, Leah Clearwater.

As she walked from the house determination filled her features, she smiled, eyes shining with surety.

Never.

(A/N.)

So, I know Leah seems really OOC, I'm going to attempt to fix it. Also, the next chapter may be in First Person POV, so don't be too shocked of that happens. (I honestly haven't decided yet.)

I hope you guys are enjoying what I have so far, I promise there won't be a whole bunch of A/Ns.

Have a fantabulous day, loves!