This is a sequel to If I Can Leave Off Burying The White, which you don't HAVE to read to read this one, but I'd recommend it seeing as I write away and explain a pretty major season seven plot point in it.

This, like its prequel, is a Wylie and Vega fic. However, there is quite a bit of Jane/Lisbon and some Rigsy/Van Pelt. Maybe even some Cho/Summer. There's also a LOT of little Madeline Jane, who of course Lisbon was pregnant with in the series finale. This chapter is just a short little intro, for Wega Wednesday, and updates should come frequently!

Vega kept her eyes trained on the laptop screen, pretending as if she didn't notice him sit down next to her. He slung his arm across the back of the couch, smiling at her, waiting. She tried to keep the smirk off her face. She knew this game.

"Worrrrkin' hard?" he asked in just that tone of voice. Yes, yes. She knew this game.

"Very," she said, adjusting her glasses – which if she was honest with herself, she'd put on earlier expecting him to do this. "Lots of...super important stuff." She glanced briefly at him, then set her jaw and looked back at the screen, as if there was no way anything could take her focus away from what she was doing. Might take me all night."

"Yeah?" He scooted closer. "Let me have a look." She allowed herself to smile as he peered over her shoulder, knowing that he didn't have a good look at her face and knowing he knew that by this point she was always smiling.

Then his lips were on her, right where her neck met her shoulder, and she closed her eyes and lifted her chin as his tongue capered over her skin. His hands snaked around her waist, his little and ring fingers tucking into the top of her leggings. "Wylie," she protested, though she knew he knew she wasn't being serious. She leaned back against him, making a little sound deep in her throat when a hand slid underneath her shirt to dance across her battle scarred abdomen. His lips traveled to the nape of her neck, and she shuddered, feeling herself break out in goosebumps.

"Well," Wylie said after a moment, as expected. "I'd best be leaving you to your work." He slapped his knees, clearing his throat, and slowly began to stand up.

He knew just how to frustrate her – forever a tease even when he couldn't use their height difference to his advantage. She slammed the laptop closed. "Dammit, Wylie." Turning around, Vega grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pushed him down on the couch, climbing on top of him and giving him a mock stern look. "I have so much work to do."

"I can go watch TV if you'd like," he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked up at her. He reached up and put his hands on her hips, pushing her back, pretending to be preparing to rise.

Vega let a long breath escape between her lips, releasing his shirt and squeezing his hips with her knees as she pushed against him, resisting his joking attempt at pushing her away. "You're not going anywhere."

He reached up and curled his finger around a lock of hair that had escaped her pony tail and hung down, smiling as he did so. "If you say so, ma belle."

She placed her hands on his neck and kissed him, feeling his grin on her lips.