Title: On A Mission

Author: Bee (SneetchesToo)

Rating: PG-13 at first, M in the last two chapters

Pairing: Ethan/Leanne

Summary: Leanne was a mission. A mission for what, she's not entirely sure.

Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Sadly. But wouldn't it be amazing to have Rob Lowe at your own personal disposal?

Author's Note: Everything in Italics is Leanne thinking to herself… Also, this is the first story I've written in over a decade, so bear with me if it's horrible.

Part Three

The next morning when Leanne woke up the first thing that she felt was panic. Oh God, what have I done? She could feel naked flesh under her arm and against her stomach and legs, but she couldn't see a face. Well you've gone and hooked up with some random stranger. Wait until Jesse gets a load of this! Closing her eyes once more she tried to will herself to wake up from whatever nightmare this was, but when she opened them again nothing had changed. Reaching her left hand up she felt it come into contact with metal. What the hell?

"Morning sunshine." Ethan whispered, rolling over onto his back and wrapping his arm around her shoulders, his dog-tags slipping from her fingers.

Oh shit. This might be worse then some random stranger! Leanne quickly tried to pull away from Ethan, but unfortunately he was more coordinated in the morning than she had hoped.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concern filling his blue eyes.

"We…" Leanne stumbled over her words, reaching to grab the sheets in order to cover herself fully. "Did we…?" Of course you did girl, multiple times, and it was AMAZING! How do you not remember? God get yourself together!

"Yes." Ethan's reply was short, the look in eyes turning from concerned to confused.

"Oh God." Leanne sat up, pulling the covers with her. "Oh God." Her head fell to her hands and she shook her head back and forth repeatedly.

Not knowing what else to do Ethan sat up as well, placing a hand lightly on Leanne's back. "Hey, it's okay." Running his hand up and down he placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder in hopes of calming her down. "No regrets remember?"

Leanne couldn't find the words, she couldn't even find the thoughts, so she just sat there in silence. Ethan's hand continued to rub her back, stopping after a few minutes to brush her hair back from her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but for what felt like the hundredth time in 12 hours, her voice failed her.

"Leanne?" His hand froze on her shoulder, afraid to push her any more.

"I should go." She whispered, tugging the sheets closer to her chest as she tried to fight back the tears.

"Don't you dare." He whispered, taking her face into his hands and kissing her gently. When she didn't respond he pulled back, resting his forehead against her. "Please don't do that."

His voice was so soft and so sincere, and so incredibly sexy, that Leanne couldn't help herself. She pulled her hands back, letting them run down his chest as the sheet fell away from her. "Okay." She whispered.

"Okay." He whispered back against her lips, his hands tangling in her hair and pulling her closer.

He kissed her passionately, and Leanne smiled internally as she moved to straddle his hips. Maybe I'll stay for one more round. She thought as Ethan's hands moved down her back to settle on her ass. Oh who am I kidding, I'm never leaving. And with that she grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over their heads once again.

Mission accomplished.