Summary: Short fic of the team's initial reaction to Dom/Letty as a couple.
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Pit-bull with pearls tames the Casanova.
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Jesse lit up another cigarette while he clicked and typed away on his computer. It was a ritual to smoke while he was designing a car and all its possible parts and trinkets. If a cigarette wasn't in his mouth then the schematics for any race car would never get done – in a weird way it helped him to not become overly anxious about the project at hand. Aside from being around car engines and giving strict instructions on how to build one, his computer was his sanctuary – and like any other day this is where he started.
Today though, was particularly frustrating for Jesse. The car he was designing came with specifics from someone else. A few days ago some cocky rich kid came into the garage with a simple Honda civic, equipped with a detailed list of what he wanted done. If he had not mentioned that he'd pay cash to cover all the parts and wrench time he would have been beat down for his swaggering attitude. Jesse inhaled deeply as he added second rate car parts. He wondered where this tool got his information from. His brain and fingers were itching to add precision tires and immaculate engine parts from Japan, but this wasn't one of the team's projects so he reluctantly complied – cringing and shaking his head in the process. He felt as though he was going against the unwritten rules of building a dexterous race car.
Jesse rubbed his forehead and started on a new pack of cigarettes. "Ugh, fucking tool," he exasperated out.
"Damn Jess, what's taking so long with richie rich's car? We'd like to get started on it today," Leon asked, barging into Jesse's work space.
"Have you seen this shitty list of car parts?" Jesse asked incredulously.
Leon smirked, "I know bro, but we're getting paid and knowing his dumb ass he'll probably show up at the races and we'll smoke him for all he's worth."
Jesse lit another cigarette. "Man we better pray that the car gods don't strike us down for putting this piece of shit together."
Leon chuckled. "Nah, I think we'll be good. They'll go after richie rich." He patted Jesse's back and left the office.
Jesse watched as Leon left his small work space, but something had his eyes do a double take. It took a lot to pry his attention away from cars but this certainly did.
It was Dom and Letty – he was standing in very close proximity of her, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face and positioning it behind her ear. What the fuck, Jesse thought. He was flabbergasted that Dom was still alive; Letty never let a guy get up in her personal space like that, or of all things, let someone romantically brush hair out of her face. If he didn't know any better he'd say they were acting lovey-dovey with each other. He wondered when this relationship started to fester and how long this had been going on. Before he could sink deeper into his thoughts the snapping of fingers brought him afloat.
It was Dom, snapping his fingers rapidly in front of his face. "Yo, Jess! You blackout man?"
Jesse shook his head causing him to snap back into reality. "Huh? No. I was just…"
Dom furrowed his brow. "Just what?"
Anxiety was building up in Jesse. He wondered if Dom saw him watching his little moment with Letty. Fuck Jesse think, he said inside his mind. "I was just wondering if we can call this guy and convince him to get more supped of parts for his car. Look at this list Dom." He handed it over quickly.
Dom scanned it briefly, shaking his head in the process. "Another busta. Look Jesse usually I'd say yeah because it'd be more money for us, but this guy is a chump who thinks he knows it all. He won't listen because he thinks he knows his stuff about cars. The sooner you finish, the sooner we can get this nightmare over with."
He handed the list back to Jesse and left to go work on another car.
Jesse took Dom's advice and finished up quickly. Now that he was done he had to take it over to Mia so she could bill the customer for all the parts and labor work.
As he walked across the garage to Mia's office his eyes trailed off and locked on Dom and Letty yet again. This time Dom had one of his hands placed on Letty's hips, whispering something into her ear that made her giggle. Jesse was stunned; Letty was not the type to giggle. His eyes stayed glued to their every movement until Dom started to walk away. But Letty grabbed his white tank top – causing Jesse's eyes to latch onto them again – she balled it into a first and forcefully pressed Dom's body against hers. Their mouths slowly began gravitating towards each other. Jesse thought they were going to kiss but Letty just whispered something to him, nuzzled her nose against his and let him go. It was official now – Jesse was completely convinced that Dom and Letty were together.
"Here Mia. Richie rich's details." He handed the papers to Mia and sat back on the greasy couch rubbing his head.
Mia smiled cheerfully. "Thanks Jess."
Jesse began to drown in his thoughts. Dom and Letty, he thought. Now that he thought about it, it was not that odd a pairing or even a surprising one. Who better to tame and keep in line a casanova like Dom than Letty. And by the looks Dom was giving Letty he was sure it was love – Dom never gave those types of looks to the skanks at races or any other girl for that matter.
Jesse chuckled, thinking why had he been so shocked – they were perfect together.
"What's so funny?" Mia asked curiously.
"Huh? Oh nothing. Just thinking about something."
"Okay," Mia stated and turned back to her work.
Jesse then wondered who else knew. Was he the last to notice this behavior between Dom and Letty?
"Hey Mia, I gotta a question," he paused and waited for her to swivel around in her chair, "about Dom and Letty."
A sweet grin lifted Mia's cheeks. "Yeah?"