Here we go, the sequel to Contrast. This story is going to follow Tish and Priestly as they deal with random events and life in general. If you haven't noticed this fic is rated M (for language and the once in a while sex scene), not T like Contrast. Hope you enjoy!

"Everybody relax!" came a loud voice from the door. Turning everyone looked at the colorful man before he burst into a silly jig. Completing his dance he ripped off his sunglasses announcing, "I'm here."

Tish rolled her eyes and pulled him in for a quick kiss as he passed. "You're late, again."

"I know. A wheel broke off my board, I had to walk the last two miles" he groaned while searching for his apron, "Then, my iPod died and while I was messing with the cord I tripped and almost face planted. I'm waiting for the freaking sky to fall on me. Murphy's Law people, be warned!"

Trucker removed his reading glasses and laughed, "Poor baby."

Priestly finally found his apron and tied it around him. He turned to face Trucker who was once again sitting in a booth trying to do paperwork. "Yes I am, and I thank you for your sarcastic sympathy."

Finally getting settled Priestly noticed Tish's nervous fidgeting and glances towards him. He walked over and leaned down to whisper to her, "Everything cool?"

She raked a hand through her hair, which Priestly recognized as her nervous gesture.

He was getting anxious, Tish was hardly ever nervous. "Come on Tish, what's up?"

She bit her lip uneasily, "Later, ok?"

"Ya, no worries" he whispered back, giving her a small kiss. He stepped away and went back to cleaning the grill. "Today's topic of conversation, why 'cool as a cucumber'? Aren't other things cooler, assuming you are of course talking about the temperature and not the coolness of a cucumber which is not really cool at all."

Trucker ignored him completely still submerged in his taxes or whatever he was always working on. (Priestly wondered if he was an accountant in a past life.) Piper however just stared, before giving him a nod of approval. It was a pretty good question. Priestly stared at everyone around him, "Nothing? Come on people stimulate those brain cells!" He waited for Tish to join the discussion but she never did. She just stood leaning against the register biting her nails. Priestly finished cleaning the grill and turned towards her frowning. Hearing a rustling he looked at Trucker who was gathering his papers, "Ok everybody, time to work or at least pretend to. At least act like I pay you guys for something."

Seeing the sky turn darker everyone was relieved when they finally flipped over the open sign. It had been busy today, tourist season in full swing. Priestly wiped down the tables while Tish cleaned the counters, Piper had already gone home. Once finished Priestly followed Tish out to her car, thankful she had offered him a ride. Stupid board. Once he had deposited his bag into the backseat he had promptly climbed in the front and closed his eyes. Tish drove slowly, enjoying the night driving when there were hardly any cars on the road. A few minutes later she pulled up to the familiar curb and put the car in park. She sat in silence, lost in her thoughts before she removed the keys from the ignition and turned to her boyfriend.

"Wake up, we're here."

Priestly yawned and sat up. "You want to come in?" he asked with a suggestive wag of his eyebrows.

"Yes, but not for that reason, we need to talk."

The smile instantly disappeared from Priestly's face, "Uh, ya let's go talk."

Priestly grabbed his bag from the back and got out of the car. He slowly walked to the door, Tish directly behind him. His mind was racing, did I do something wrong? He tried to think of anything he had done lately but nothing seemed to come to mind. He pushed open the door and threw down his bag and worthless longboard. Pulling Tish to the couch they both sat down heavily.

He steeled himself before finally asking, "So what's up?"

Tish blew out a breath before blurting out, "My brother's coming to visit."

Priestly let out a bark of laughter. "Seriously, that's what you wanted to talk about? I thought you were going to dump me."

"What? No! Everything's good between us…right?" she trailed off uncertain.

"Yes, right. So what's the big deal with big bro coming for a visit?" He leaned back and sunk into the couch, trying to make his eyelids cooperate and stay open.

Tish sprung from the couch, surprising Priestly and started pacing nervously. "He's staying with me, and he's really protective. Last time he knew I had a boyfriend he scared him away."

Priestly rose from the couch reluctantly and walked over to Tish grabbing her by the hips, "Then it's a good thing I'm 'cool as a cucumber'." Seeing no reaction he deflated slightly before becoming serious. "Then it's a good thing I don't scare easily right?" He really wasn't seeing the big deal here.

Tish huffed, "No, you don't get it. He's a cop Priestly; he's with the FBI. He's going to give you the third degree and try to do a background check. What if he finds out about everything? What if he takes you away?"

He let go of his girlfriend's hips and hugged her closely finally able to understand what had her so riled up. "No worries baby, he doesn't even know my name. Everything's gonna be fine." He was proud of how confident he sounded because inside he was sweating.

Tish's eyebrows knitted together as she wriggled out of his grasp, "What do you mean he doesn't know your name, he's going to hear someone say Priestly."

He pursed his lips together and cursed his stupid slip. Realizing he was walking on thin ice he carefully worded his next sentence. "Priestly's not my name, it's my middle name."

Priestly flinched when Tish exploded. "So I don't even know your name?" she asked incredulously. "Well what the hell is it?"

He suddenly found his socks fascinating. "Come on Tish, it's horrible."

She grabbed him by the chin and forced his eyes to hers. "You have two seconds buddy."

Priestly sighed heavily before leaning forward and whispering his name into her ear. Tish leaned back slowly, a smile playing on her lips. "You're shitting me?"

He huffed, agitated. "No I'm not, and you better not ever repeat it."

She grinned wickedly. "Or what Renaissance man? What are you going to do about it?" she challenged playfully. Her answer was Priestly throwing her over his shoulder and depositing her onto his bed. She screamed and giggled in delight.

"I'll show you."

Relaxing in the afterglow of their passion Tish traced the tattoo on Priestly's chest, "I'm scared Priestly."

Not needing to ask what she was referring to he answered, "How can I help you not be scared?"

She lifted her head and propped herself up on his chest, brown eyes meeting green. "I think it would be best if he didn't know we're together."

Priestly's emerald eyes widened, "Seriously? Like for how long?"

"He'll only be here a week."

Seeing her frightened eyes Priestly blew out a frustrated and resigned breath, "If that's what it takes to make you feel better, then that's what we'll do. Why don't you tell me about him."

A smile appeared on Tish's face as she spoke about her sibling. "Well, he's a pretty big guy. Like I said he works for the FBI. His names Joe and he's 29. He loves football and classic cars. And he's really protective." Priestly could hear the love and pride in her voice as she spoke about him.

Big guy, FBI, really protective. Wonderful "When's he coming?"

She cast him an apologetic look, "Tomorrow."

Nodding he looked at her still worried eyes and flipped her underneath him, "Then I guess we better make tonight count."