5 O'clock in the Morning (His and Hers)
Summary: Not a song fic, but based on the song 5 O'clock by T-Pain, Wiz Khalifa and Lily Allen – go look it up on youtube. It's awesome.
Rated: M – for language and naughtiness…
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own anything, just my imagination.
Chapter One
Letty was slightly startled by the shift of the muscular body next to her and the near inaudible snoring against her neck, nearly missing her target. She wasn't quite sure how she had ended up in this position and no one was giving her any strange looks. They had been keeping things discreet.
But here they were, just after three-thirty in the morning, and she had Dominic sleeping on her shoulder, arm now wrapped comfortably around her waist. This position wasn't unfamiliar to them, but that was no one else's business just yet. They were still figuring things out and didn't need to deal with anyone else's uncertainty, when they were still dealing with their own.
She caught Vince's questioning look, but she just shrugged lazily, and went back to letting Jesse kick her ass at Grand Theft Auto. Mia was curled up in the corner of the couch nearly asleep, using Leon's shoulder for a pillow while he and Vince debated car specs. Letty wasn't sure how any of them were still awake at all.
They had been running themselves ragged, working their asses off in the garage to keep up with the work load. The beginning of this week had been hell. They were all sick of each other, and tempers flared. But it had been a shouting match between Vince and Letty over some mixed up orders that had Dom calling an official time out.
They closed up the garage early Thursday after tying up all the loose ends, and drove down to Vegas for a long, much needed weekend to blow off steam.
So, now it was late Sunday night, early Monday morning – they had already planned to leave the garage closed until Tuesday. They were all exhausted, but still over-stimulated from the trip.
Except for Dom – who had completely passed out on her shoulder. Or else he had spent the last half an hour fake snoring while staring down her shirt. She honestly wouldn't put it past him.
Twenty minutes later, when she had no hope of regaining her dignity as a gamer tonight, she passed her controller to Vince. And then she had to wait until they were absorbed back into the game before she tried to wake Dom without it ending with his hand up her shirt. Letty still wasn't convinced that he was actually asleep when he did that.
"Dom, hey", she murmured, shaking his arm gently. "You should go upstairs to bed. Get some sleep."
"Mrpghns", he mumbled tiredly.
"What about Martians?" she teased. "C'mon, you're gonna feel like shit tomorrow. And I think you're drooling on me."
His arm tightened around her stomach, "'m comfortable."
"Dude, you have a pillow that's way more comfy than my bony shoulder", she shook her head, nudging his side gently as he started to rouse towards a normal state of consciousness.
He sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face tiredly. "You comin'?" he murmured softly.
She sighed, answering quietly. "I'll be up later. Go get some sleep."
He just gave her a nod and stood up, speaking louder to address the rest of the room. "See you guys tomorrow." Then Dom disappeared up the stairs.
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It was nearly an hour later before Letty made it upstairs herself. She was so tired her only plan was falling into bed – until she opened her door. The light from the hallway lit her room just enough for her to see that her bed was already occupied.
Letty shook her head, unsurprised. Dom, shirtless in her bed? She couldn't say that she minded.
She slid into the room silently, pulling the door closed behind her and went to the closet, pulling the chain for the light, allowing her see just enough to find a shirt in her dresser. Her tank top and bra were thrown in the direction of her laundry basket and she pulled the large t-shirt over her head. Letty was shimmying out of her jeans when she heard the appreciative growl from behind her.
"No point in even putting that on, sweetheart."
She turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder as she tugged the ponytail from her hair. "I thought you were sleeping."
"I was. What time is it?"
"A little after five", she murmured taking a seat on the end of the bed, crossing her bare legs. "You can go back to sleep", Letty suggested. "You looked exhausted earlier."
He looked her over lazily. "Would you believe I got my second wind?" he smirked.
"Is that right?" she asked archly.
"Mhm", he murmured.
"Ya know, I'm pretty wiped out-"
In one swift move he was sitting up and lunging for her. Her shriek was muffled by his shoulder, and he dragged her onto the bed and rolled her underneath him.
He used his free hand to trail fingers up her bare thigh. "Still tired?" he teased.
She fake snored.
"You're asking for trouble", he warned, shaking his head in amusement leaning down to nip at her collarbone making her shudder.
"Okay, okay", she laughed, giving in. "Let me up. I'd rather those yahoos downstairs didn't hear us going at it."
Dom snorted but let her off the bed anyway.
Letty went to her stereo and put a CD in, turning the volume up just enough to drown out noise. When she turned back around, Dom was smirking at her.
"What?" she demanded.
"Nothin'", he teased with a grin. "I just think it's funny when you pick Tupac for bump and grind music."
She raised an amused eyebrow and pounced onto the bed, straddling him and stretching her body along the length of his, her elbows pressed into the mattress above his shoulders. Letty grinned. "Bump and grind? Is that what you think we're gonna do?" she asked, pressing down teasingly to find him hardening underneath her.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he groaned, hands grabbing her hips instinctively.
"Only in the best possible kind of way", she murmured, leaning down and taking a kiss roughly from his mouth. "I thought you were tired", Letty repeated challengingly.
"I am", Dom nodded with mock-seriousness, pointedly dropping his arms back onto the bed. "I figured I would just lay back and let you do your thing."
She shrugged. "We could do it that way. But you'll get a red flag for nonparticipation."
"You're just making stuff up", he laughed.
"Maybe", she admitted, rubbing against him with intent this time.
His hands slipped up the bottom of her t-shirt and he snapped the elastic band of her underwear with one finger. "If you like these, I suggested you get them off in a hurry", he said seriously.
She sat back on his legs, fully intent on moving slower than a turtle, but his patience snapped after three short seconds, and Letty found herself being flipped onto her back on the bed. And the offensive undergarment was yanked down her legs and tossed to the floor.
"How's that for participation?" he teased with a smirk as she sat up slightly to pull her shirt over her head.
Her head tilted thoughtfully. "I do better with hands on instruction."
Dominic grinned up at her, "That I can do."
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A/N: Oh, gosh, here we go again. This is going to be an 'at my leisure, and absolutely no plot' series of one-shots of Dom and Letty's after midnight rendezvous… that may or may not go together – in no order whatsoever.
Edited after posting, fixed my glitches in inconsistency. That's what happens when I write the middle part last and post in the middle of the night instead of waiting until morning. Thanks for the reviews so far. =)