Late Nights and Early Mornings
A/N: So, ok, I know I'm in trouble! I have been stalling on "Long Way Down" and to be honest, am thinking of not updating 'The Chokin Kind' and letting it end there because I'm sort of having writers block….what that means for you guys is that you get to read the first part of another idea that has jumped into my head that I couldn't get out….I think I have writer's ADHD…. So…
*Completely AU…sort of
*Probably M rating…but not yet…
Summary: They're equals, in business, in friendship, in love? Very mature AU verse of our fav couple…also, plan on seeing people from all the movies! Yay!
Pairing…DOTTY…of course….eventually…but of course!
Chapter 1: Butterflies
He sat in the noisy café, watching as the people busied themselves around him. For Dominic Toretto, this place and many others like it, were a dime a dozen; simply a familiar meeting place. He checked the time on his expensive wrist watch and smiled.
She was always late.
No doubt she'd be running in any minute with tons of excuses that she knew he didn't care about to explain her tardiness.
Punctuality had never been Leticia Ortiz's strong point. Fact is, there was no need for it to be. Like Dom, the people who loved her would always wait for her.
He undid the top two buttons on his shirt, and removed the tie, realizing that he rarely showed up to their meetings dressed this stuffy. As he began removing his cuff links, he heard a loud, "Excuse me! I'm so sorry" as Letty rushed through the door of the café, nearly running over the waitress with her speed.
Damn, that's why he loved her. Still the girl from the neighborhood that loved working on cars with him. The same girl that had lived with gasoline in her veins, same girl that's he'd played the game of cat and mouse with for more than 15 years.
She bristled up to the table in her expensive white suit and smiled brightly at him, leaning over to kiss him playfully on the cheek. He laughed at her as she took a seat, nudging him with her elbow as she noticed he had already ordered her an iced mocha…. And had slipped rum from the miniature container in his pocket into the drink, just the way she liked it.
"Sorry I'm late. Donna's a fuckin' moron." She began, shattering the fantasy of a pristine and polished lady. He grinned wider. "The dumb ass switched two of my appointments and I showed up to the right place, with the wrong client. I had to pull the fuckin proposal for the shops out of my ass." She sighed.
"How'd it go?" He asked, taking a sip of his hot coffee.
"Good. I think we're gonna seal the deal and endorse Bivens. Kids a funking beast on the track." She gloated, taking a sip of the beverage, sighing orgasmically as it slid down her throat.
"You know, when you do shit like this," she gestured at the mocha, "makes me consider marriage, Toretto." She teased. His eyebrow lifted.
"What makes you think I'd have you?" he asked her with a smirk on his face. She simply hunched her shoulders, and took another gulp, sighing loudly.
"So how long you in town this time?" she asked, looking at him squarely.
"Don't know? Not quite sure what I'm looking for yet." He admitted cryptically. She snorted. It wasn't enough that he owned a chain of auto body shops all over the US, he always found hobbies to further occupy his time.
Leticia and Dominic had been best friends since they had been children. He was 4 years her senior but he'd never looked at her like she was anything but his equal. Sadly, he'd never found any other woman that measured up. They'd tried their hand at romance when they had been young children, dating for a week, before she'd punched him for something forgettable and they'd agreed they made better buddies.
Growing up, he'd taken over his father's business, and expanded it into a multimillion dollar import and auto company.
He hadn't done it alone.
Dom had been well taught by his father on how to run a successful business, but it had been Letty's passion that had fueled her through college, earning a degree in marketing that had been the key to his success. They were equal partners, naturally; her handling all of the endorsement deals and publicity, him managing finances and what he called 'grease work'.
They each bounced all over the United States, and whenever their scheduled allowed or synced, they came together like the friends they were and enjoyed normalcy.
"You know, Mia's been complaining that you're never gonna settle down. She whines that you'll never get married, never have children, and swears you'll never stop chasing me across the globe." She smiled.
"What makes her think I'm chasing you?" He wondered aloud.
"Dunno. She seems to think you and I are going to one day realize that we can't live without each other and run into each other's arms." She smirked, noticing his confused expression.
"We already do that, however it plays out less dramatically in real life, Let. Of course we can't live without each other. We've built our entire adult lives around one another." He explained, shaking his head.
"Hey, you're preaching to the choir. Nurse Mia is still a romantic at heart." She shrugged, throwing her hands up in surrender.
"Where do we sleep?" Dom asked suddenly, tired from his afternoon flight, ready to turn in before he hit the Miami chain of DT's in the morning.
"I'm in the presidential suite at the Mandarin South Beach." She replied cooly, noticing as he nodded his head slowly.
"You ready?" He asked, pulling his wallet out to leave cash on the table.
"Whenever you are, Papa." She replied, standing when he did, to prepare to leave.
"Since we're making it an early night, can we stop by the liquor store and get a pack of Corona? I've been dying for one since I got outta my meeting." She questioned, allowing him to pull the door open so she could walk outside.
"Sure, as long as I get to drive your car." He grinned, pulling his own spare key to the swooped Mercedes AMG and allowing it to automatically unlock itself as he stepped to the driver's side.
"You're lucky I really want a damn Corona, or I'd really make you beg for it." She groaned, sliding into her own passenger seat as he burned rubber, pulling off into the streets of Miami.
Once they'd gotten back to the room, they'd both showered and Dom shook his head because Letty had stopped getting rooms with more than one bed, because no matter how she fell asleep in her own bed, she always woke up in his. It had been much the same when they were children. They each had mastered the skill of tree climbing and more often than not had woken to the wrath of their parents, hollering for 'Little Letty' or for 'Dommy Toretto' to go home! They always yawned, then smirked, kissing their culprit's parent, and proceeding down the street home with a customary plate of breakfast they had shoved at them.
It was a long standing tradition that twice a month, Dom's father and Letty mothers were returning each other's dinnerware sets to each other.
As Dom lay beside her, he admired her long tan legs, peeking out from under a pair of his boxer shorts, her hair piled atop her head as tendrils fell hitting her white wife beater. She looked the way she did when they had been younger.
Her brow was furrowed as she looked over papers from today's proposal, mulling over the figures. Dom pulled the papers from her hands, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor.
"What is it?" She asked, removing her glasses and setting them on the nightstand.
"You're really beautiful, do you know that?" he asked, staring at her as he lay on his stomach, eyes looking up at her, his mouth partially muffled by the pillow. For a moment, her breath hitched, but she knew better.
"You need new lines, Toretto." She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." He shot back. "Elena called me."
"Ah, the truth comes out. See, was that so hard Dom? No need to butter me up." She smiled sweetly, and he almost growled at the sarcasm of it. "What'd she hafta say?"
"Nothing really, but you know how it goes. Old habits, and all. We break up, we don't talk for months and we find each other." He admitted.
"Do you love her?" She asked him seriously and he took a minute to think.
"Yea, but not the way I should."
"You know, one day, you're gonna have to let someone catch you. The old Dom wasn't worth shit in a relationship. I was there, I remember. The grown Dom is a pretty damn good man." She admitted. "If she's not the one, you need to leave her alone. Let her find someone that thinks she is." He nodded at her words.
"What about you?" he asked, wondering what was going on in the wonderful life of Letty. She smiled then.
"Well, in my meeting last month with NASCAR, I met one of the guys there working on their legal team. He's pretty cool. We've been chatting for the past month. Next time I'm in New York, he's taking me out again."
"What's his name?" Dom asked curiously.
"Lucas. Lucas Hobbs."
Mwah HA HA HA!
What do you guys think? Should I continue or scrap it? Im not going to take the time to edit/revise this unless you guys tell me to keep it goin….let me know. NO reviews, then I won't bother….ok, now going to work on chapter 13 of LONG WAY DOWN,….