Save Room

Disclaimer: Unfortunately...I don't own the characters, sad I know.

AN: Thanks to Nakita and Leigh for being very, very, very, patient with me, haha. Here it is, just like I promised! Mucho love.

And so we begin….

Chapter 1- Again

"You can't hate me and be my lover, Passion ends, and pain begins, I come back…And we're doing it again, Yes, we're doing it again- Oh we're doing it again, We said it would end but here it goes Again…" – Again, John Legend

His hands rest on her back as they both winded down. He rolled them over so that he was on top. Dipping his head down he kissed her lips only to have her palms placed over his chest, she then roughly pushed him away. Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she rolled her neck.

"You're leavin' already?"

"That's usually how normal people do these things." She didn't bother to cover her body, she was by far shy towards him, he has seen her naked many times before. She crouched to the floor, fingering the random clothing doing her best to figure out which ones belonged to her.

"Since when are we normal?" He tried to lighten the mood and softly chuckled. He made a sudden move to grab at her arm and pull her back against him so she could feel just how much he hungered for her. It had been a little over a week since their last encounter and he wanted to make sure he took full advantage of what little time they were able snag from reality. However his movement was rejected, making her aggravated. She struggled against his touch.

"Common' Dom, let me go. Alex's probably wondering where I am now." It was déjà vu all over again. He sighed but he didn't loosen his grip, instead he let his hands slide down to her hips, he gently stroked her side.

"So?" It was her turn to sigh.

"Look, you agreed you wouldn't do this."

"Do what?"

"This," She argued and pushed herself off of him. She sat up on her side of the bed.

"Damn it Dominic!" Her dark hair whipped around as she turned her head to look at him. "The point of being fuck friends is that we just fuck!"

"Then maybe that should change." She closed her eyes, she didn't understand what went over him. Whenever they did this, he wouldn't stop her from leaving, in fact there were very little words exchanged between the time it took her to put her clothes back on and fix herself up before exiting their- his room. Tonight, something was different. Something was off. She hated how he made her feel.; couldn't stand how much she needed him. She was tough, she was strong, she was the epitome of independence, but within seconds, her mind would flicker back to Dominic Toretto, and she would start to crave for that kiss…for that tender touch of those calloused hands. Fingers lost between her hair, lips crushed against her skin.

God, how she would give anything for those feelings to go away, to stop, she needed to move on. It was time. She hated how much she still loved him she would never admit it out loud or even mentally but something inside of her…just knew. She hated that after all they've been through, after countless fights that left her torn and empty, he was still the reason her pulse raced so quick. It wasn't fair. Doesn't he see that? How long overdue their…relationship or whatever they were doing was? Doesn't he see that it's over, and has been for some time now? She sighed, and stopped rummaging around for a second. Why was she here? Why would she come back when she knew it was wrong; when she fought with herself every time she drove back to her empty apartment; her new home?

"Jesus Dominic you don't get it. This isn't some sort of booty call. This is insane even for us." She was pulling on her jeans over her legs as he sat up and watched now, his legs hanging over the side of the bed. He dropped his head, "We have lives to get to and this isn't some fucking game. This is…this is real shit going on. This isn't just about you and me anymore." She mumbles lowering herself to the floor again to pick up her tank top. She was close enough he could reach out to her, so he did. Grabbing for her hand he pulled her a little closer so she stood directly in front of him.

And if he could he knew things would be different, he'd find a way to make him the reason for her to smile and not that cocky smirk she puts on but that real, genuine smile, the one he hasn't seen since….before. He wished they can go back to the time when it was just him and her. No other shit mattered, just the two of them. The team, the cars, the fast and risky underworld life they lived…all still there but they didn't matter as much. And it never would.

No response. She sighed.

And we, we make up so passionately, Why can't we just trust each?

"It's getting late." She untangled herself from his tight grip. He looked up at her from his seat on the bed as she pulled on her sweatshirt. "Tell Mia that Alex and I can't come to the barbecue tomorrow night, we gotta head into town for dinner with his folks." He raised a brow at this, taking a sudden interest. She regretted sharing that piece of information with him suddenly. Oh hell, she knew he was going to start something. Why did she have to open her mouth? She could've called Mia herself.

"That's pretty serious, meeting the parents. What are you two getting married, or somethin'?"

She scoffed at his response, "Like it's any of your business."

"Considering whats going on between us, yeah, it is somewhat my business." She mocked him.

"There is nothing going out between us. Whatever this-" She motioned between the two of them "is, has nothing to do with what Ale-" He cut her off.

Accusations fly like bullets do, here it goes again, oh, but you know me because you're doing it too, The cycle never ends, never ends…

"You're right. It's none of my business. I shouldn't have said anything. I don't know why I made a big deal out of it anyway. Don't worry about it, go see your man."

She stood bewildered at his change of heart. Her facial expression said all that. But it was late, she was tired and if she didn't leave soon, she would have a run in with Mia, who should have been home over an hour ago.

"Okay, " She lightly let her hand touch his chest. "Listen, I'll call you later."

"I thought this wasn't a booty call." He said half in challenge half in genuine curiosity as to why she would even bother to promise to call.

Her fingers drifted away from his body as she dropped her arm.

"Right." She replied with a near whisper. She stepped back towards him again. Her lips touched his cheek and for a second she lingered there, taking in his scent. His…Domness. Their faces lingered near each other, both of their eyes closed and she felt a near smile come to her lips as his hand slipped around hers in-between them. It was moments like these that reminded her why they were together to begin with. He always had this…this…this soothing touch about him. Something about the way he touched her, it just calmed her down and even though a good fifty percent of their time together was spent at each others throats or either involved in other physical activities he was always going to be there to hold her close or even just hold her hand. They stayed that way for what simultaneously felt like forever yet not nearly long close to a kiss but too trapped in the moment of reluctant closeness to give in, for so many reasons. Finally, he loosened his grip. He was letting her go. Her hands slid from his as she turned and walked away, waiting to open her eyes until her back was to him. She couldn't look at him like she used to ever again. She knew that if she did, her eyes would see only a past long since gone...and a future that would never be achieved. Once more, she left only to feel even more than she expected.

I feel so alive, it won't last but it's alright, fleeting joy and fading ecstasy, here it goes again…

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