Stranded

Summary: They're stuck on the side of the highway, held up by a storm. Letty's pissed. What the hell was Dom thinking? One-shot.

Rated: T – for language

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own anything, just my imagination.

Dominic had gone with Letty to Mexico City for four days to visit her parents. Well, it was more like Letty told her mother she wasn't coming, and then Dom had taken her cell phone and told her that they would both be there.

Letty hadn't spoken two him for nearly two days, and then had tried to drive to Mexico without him. Luckily, he had been prepared for that and had not only taken her keys, but stolen her spark plugs.

Their trip was off to a great start and they hadn't even left yet. Mia had just shaken her head at him, watching Letty slam the trunk of his car. "Sometimes you have really stupid ideas, Dominic", she muttered.

Dom just grinned at her. As long as he got what he wanted, he could handle whatever the weekend had in store for them.

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Now they were driving back to California, and had managed to get hit by the worst rainstorm in the past five years. Letty was downright surly, and glaring disdainfully at every raindrop that hit the windows.

"I'm pulling over", he muttered finally, steering onto the wide shoulder and turning the car off. "Can't even see the damn road..."

"I wanted to leave yesterday", Letty reminded with an angry growl.

He snorted. "You wanted to leave five minutes after we got there."

"I didn't want to go in the first place!"

"It wasn't that bad."

She turned her head so fast he thought he heard her neck crack. "It wasn't that bad?" she repeated incredulously. "Are you kidding me? Did you have the same weekend I did?"

"Letty, I slept on the damn couch for four nights. It's not like I'm seeing things through rose-colored glasses here."

"Right", she muttered. "Because all that I heard all weekend was, 'you should have gone to college', and 'I can't believe you're living with a man you aren't married to', and my personal favorite? 'Leticia, you're so smart, you could go be a lawyer. Why do you waste your life working in a garage?'"

"You can't blame them for wanting more for you, Let", he said quietly.

She finally turned and looked at him full-on, something she hadn't done in nearly a week, and she shook her head. "No, but I can blame them for acting like assholes about it when they know damn well I don't want any of that shit."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know."

"I didn't want to go in the first place, Dom", she muttered. "You shouldn't have talked me into it."

"They're still your family."

"Yeah, mine. You should have left it the hell alone." She got out of the car then, despite the rain, slamming the door behind her and went to lean on the front bumper, pointedly ignoring him.

He groaned. "Awesome." Dom watched her for a brief five seconds before deciding against leaving her in the torrential downpour at her leisure, their clothing was soaked through almost immediately upon contact with the rain. Letty's hair was nearly flattened to her head.

"Oh, my god. Can I have five damn minutes to myself, please?" she snarled when he stopped in front of her.

He shrugged. "Doesn't look like it. Are you trying to get us both sick?"

Her jaw twitched slightly. "Go away", she muttered half-heartedly. "I've been a bitch all week. You should probably have left my ass on the side of the road by now."

He grinned. "Is that right?"

"Probable cause", she shrugged.

"I would", he said thoughtfully, "but there's sort of a problem."

"Massive storm", she muttered. "I know."

"That's not what I meant."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "What then?"

Dom shrugged. "I sorta love your irrationally angry ass", he chuckled.

She smirked. "Really?" she asked dryly.

He slid an arm around her waist, sliding her over to lean against his side. "Look, I know we don't say that a lot, but don't doubt it. I love you. Even when you are acting like the queen of Bitch-topia."

She snorted, "Such a charmer."

"I shouldn't have forced you into this. Okay? I'm sorry. I know how you feel about your family."

She shook her head. "I love them, Dom; I do. I just love them more from far away", Letty grumbled.

"You and me, we've been through hell and back", he said seriously. "So, don't think that I can't handle your anger. You're not going to scare me off, okay? We've gone through worse. We can-"

"You say 'weather this' and I won't talk to you for a month", she said flatly.

He smirked. "I was gonna say, we can get in the backseat and have sex until the storm stops."

Letty laughed. "Of course you were." Then she shrugged. "Sure, why not."

He leaned over and stole a quick kiss. "That's my girl. Come on. Let's get the hell outta this rain."

He crawled into the backseat after her, watching as she peeled off her wet clothing. He buried a grin. She really was going to kill him when she found out that he had arranged this trip just to ask her father for his permission to ask her to marry him.

Mr. Ortiz had only rolled his eyes and asked what the hell had taken so long.

Dom pulled her into his lap, stroking through her dripping hair. She was still moping. "Poor baby", he murmured. "I know it was a rough week. But you really couldn't miss your parents twenty-fifth anniversary party."

Her nails scratched his side lightly, sliding under his soaked t-shirt. "Don't patronize me. I don't know how you put up with me all weekend."

He kissed her neck. "I missed you" he muttered hotly against her neck.

Letty grinned. "Get your pants off", she ordered.

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A/N: Okay, so apparently this is one-shot week for me. So weird. This was different. Let me know what you think. I was listening to the song "Between the Raindrops" by Lifehouse and needed to get them in the rain without dancing, because that's too cheesy even for me. So, I came up with this.