All I Got Was A Crappy T-Shirt?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the figments of my own imagination.
Summary: Dom finds out that Letty is alive, and goes to Berlin to find her. (This was started long before spoilers for Fast Six began, so most of it will be surrounding their past, and not necessarily what's been mentioned.)
Letty felt claustrophobic in her own home. Everyone was there, either drinking, playing video games, or on laptops… and Dom had been watching her like a hawk since they had gotten back the night before. It was starting to make her skin itch.
Dominic watched her make a hasty exit to her bedroom, and when she hadn't reappeared ten minutes later, he got up discreetly to follow after her. Her room was empty, but the shower was on. He entered the bathroom and undressed silently, leaving his clothes on the floor, not thinking about his decision.
Her head twisted around in surprise when he slid open the glass shower door and stepped in behind her, catching the loofa she chucked at him.
"Get out!" she snapped, appalled at his audacity.
"Aren't you tired of learning everything the hard way?" he asked flatly. Dom spun her around and picked her up, sliding her down onto him in one smooth stroke, effectively pinning her to the wall.
She hissed in protest, but locked her legs behind his back as he began to drill into her roughly.
Seconds before her orgasm, he stopped purposefully, taking vague note of the anger in her eyes. "This is mine", he said evenly. "You're mine. It's about time you got on board with that."
"Screw you!" she snarled.
"The only one not getting screwed like they want here is you", he retorted easily. "Why should I give you what you want when you'll walk out the door again like nothing between us matters?"
"I'm my own woman, Dominic! You don't own me."
"No, but I remember when you used to trust us enough to let me be part of you. Letty, what happened to that?"
"You're trying to break me", she said coldly. "It won't work."
"I think I already broke us, and you don't want to feel that", he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers.
"Let me down", she hissed, nails digging into his shoulders.
"I can't, baby", he shook his head. "We need to finish this."
Dom reached over and turned the water off and stepping out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and carried her into her bedroom, knowing that this end of the hallway wasn't visible to the guests in the living room.
"I can't believe you just did that!" she complained as her bedroom door was shut and locked, still clinging to him, but not happy about it.
He lowered them both to the bed and set out to finish what he had started in the shower.
It wasn't long before he felt her insides clenching rhythmically around him, and he leaned into her harder, pressing her into the mattress as he clamped his free hand over her mouth just in time for her to let a scream loose.
"You are… such an ass", she yawned half an hour and another round later.
"You're beautiful", he countered softly, running a hand through her hair. "No more games, Letty."
Letty sighed. "I want a nap, and then get everyone out of here, okay? We should talk."
He leaned over to kiss her gently. "You got it."
Over an hour later, they were sitting on her couch in the living room.
"When I was in prison, I remember Vince telling me that you wouldn't drive a car. You were terrified after what had happened."
"What about it?" she asked softly.
"I had Carlos bring you in that one time, remember?"
Letty nodded slightly. She missed her brother.
"Do you remember what I told you?"
She smiled wryly at the memory of Dom giving her a pep talk when he was behind bars. She had felt like such an idiot. "You said I was smart and could do whatever I wanted in life. But you knew cars were my passion, and that fear wasn't a good enough reason not to do what I loved and was good at."
He hummed in agreement, running a hand through her hair gently. "What scares you now, Letty?" Dom asked softly.
She bit her lip. "That you feel the same way about me that I did about driving… that you love me, but you'd rather stay away if there's a chance I might get hurt."
His mouth nearly fell open in protest. "Let-"
Letty shook her head. "You know it's true, Dom." And when she left her cover behind to disappear, she was going to do it right. And Dominic Toretto had never learned how to be subtle.
Letty woke up in the middle of the night because the house phone was ringing. It was answered quickly, and she barely got her bedroom door open before her brother knocked.
"What happened?" she asked, steeling herself for the bad news they had both known was coming for some time.
"That was Mom", he said somberly.
He nodded. "She's gone, Let."
"So, we're going to Mexico?"
Her eyes narrowed. "What else?"
"Mom wants to talk to us when we get there."
Letty rolled her eyes. "Just tell me. I'm not going to like it any less if it comes from you."
"I don't think she's planning to come back."
Letty was at the Torettos the next day, talking to Tony in the kitchen.
"Yeah… we're driving down, so we have to leave in the morning", Letty said quietly.
"If you guys need anything-"
"We'll be okay", Letty shrugged. "We have to be back for Carlos to get to work next Monday."
"Back from where?"
Letty turned at Dom's voice behind her.
"Can you come over?" she sighed. "I've got a ton of stuff to do, and we need to talk. I could probably use your help."
He nodded. "Yeah, let's go."
"Letty, you guys come back here for dinner tonight, alright?" Tony called as they walked out the door.
Letty paused and nodded. "Thanks, Tony. We'll be over later."
Dominic followed her down the street to her house. He waited until they were in the house and walking upstairs to her room to ask any questions. They knew better than to put their business on the street. Someone always had something to say, especially when you didn't want to hear it.
He raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the two suitcases on her bed. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"
Her mouth tightened slightly, and she sighed. "Mom called us at four-thirty this morning. Abuela died last night. We're leaving in the morning to drive down for the funeral. We'll probably get back late Saturday night and get some sleep. Carlos has to be back at work on Monday. At least we can take turns driving."
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"I need to get everything done around here so we can be gone for a few days."
"I don't have time to sit and be sad about it right now, okay? So stop it."
He frowned at her. "Yeah, and when will you have time for that? When you're in Mexico trying to take care of your mom and cooking and making yourself busy? Same thing you'll do when you get back here?"
"I asked you to come over and help. Not so you could harass me", she muttered, heading to her closet.
He watched her fold a pile of shirts in silence, and then caught her arm as she passed again. "Just stop for a minute."
"Don't", she repeated weakly. "Please. Not now."
He could feel the tension in her body as she tried to walk away. "Whatever you need me to do, I will. But you've got some time. Take a few minutes for you before things get crazy."
"If I start, I won't stop", she choked finally.
Dom pulled her in gently, tucking her head under his chin. "I know that feeling", he murmured in her hair. "Holding that in will kill you."
It wasn't long before tears started rolling down her face, soaking his shirt - which she'd be embarrassed about later. He scooped her up and carried her to her bed, shifting around so he was sitting against her headboard and holding her in his lap.
He held her tightly enough that despite the sobs she couldn't stop, she eventually quit feeling like she was being ripped apart from the inside out.
His hands ran through her hair and down her back in a soothing manner.
Letty wasn't one for overt displays of emotion - unless she was yelling at Vince or Dominic for their occasional bouts of idiocy. But she had been close to her abuela. She had taught Letty to cook over many summer visits when she had been younger. Not being able to have that ever again was a horrible feeling.
When she finally tried to pull away, he kept his hands locked around her waist.
Letty turned to look at him curiously. "Look, as much as I'd love to continue this cuddling thing we've got going on right now, I still have a shit-ton of things to do", she said wryly.
Dom smirked slightly. "I can't be nice to you without you giving me shit, can I?"
"Sorry", she murmured.
"What do you need help with?"
Letty glanced down at his arms still around her, a bit amused. "You gonna let me up?"
He kissed her temple, feigning a put upon sigh. "Yeah, okay."
A/N: Okay, so chapter five is done finally! Let me know what you think!