Title: Updates
Author: SunflowersAndHoney
Summary: The one with the bet. Two-shot.
A/N: Based off a prompt from midnight3452 over on tumblr. I had wayyyy too much fun with this one; this literally got so long that I have to post in two segments. Part II up tomorrow.
Prompt: Dom and Letty wager who can plan the best date and the winner gets to post whatever they want on any of the loser's social media.
"Mia, will you please tell your sister-in-law that I'm one-thousand times more romantic than she is?"
Not looking up from the braciole she was cutting, Mia shook her head, uninterested. "Fight your own battles, Dom."
"Your brother's idea of hot date is pizza and beer and an old ass episode of Top Gear on Netflix." Letty shot back. She absentmindedly scrolled through her Instagram feed, double-tapping on a picture of Rome at a strip club with a bra on his head.
"Ay," Mia pointed to a large Mason jar on the counter, "swear jar."
Letty rolled her eyes and pulled a few crumpled bills from her back pocket, shoving them into the overflowing jar.
"That's a lie. I took you salsa dancing last weekend."
"Where you danced to two songs and then sat at the bar, nursing a Corona for the remainder of the night."
Mia laughed and placed the thinly sliced meet into a teflon pan. "That sounds like my brother."
"I thought you were staying out of this," Dom accused. He pointed the smartphone he held at his wife. "Listen, woman, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" The phone dinged and he turned his attention to the Facebook notification.
"Fifty bucks isn't gonna mean much when it's coming from a joint bank account." Mia interjected.
"Seriously," Letty replied, "I thought you were staying out of this."
"That's what I'm saying." Dom agreed with Letty.
"Anyway, every day doesn't have to be incredibly romantic. Sometimes it can just be having fun together." Letty added.
Putting her hands up in surrender, Mia focused on pouring the right measurement of olive oil over the simmering meat.
"What's cookin', good lookin'?" Brian asked, walking into the kitchen. He unloaded the clip from his service weapon and slipped it into his back pocket before kissing the mother of his child on her lips.
Dom and Letty gave each other a disgusted look.
"Braciole with mushrooms and onions."
"Mmm. Sounds amazing." Brian leaned over the kitchen table and kissed Letty's cheek and tapped his fist against Dom's.
"Keep your lips on your own wife, man." Dom told his brother-in-law.
"What's up his ass?" Brian asked the room.
"Swear jar." Mia commanded without pause.
Brian shoved two dollars in the jar and leaned against the counter, waiting for a response.
"Your brother seems to think he can plan a better date than I can." Letty replied.
"Well, the man is romantic."
"See?" Dom gestured to Brian. "The man knows what he's talking about."
"Is there a bet, yet?" Brian inquired of Mia.
"Almost."
"Alright, alright. How about this?" Brian refereed. "You both plan a date for this weekend. Letty you take Saturday. Dom you take Sunday."
"The most romantic day of the week, thank you." Dom interrupted.
"Mia and I will be the judges of the best date. Since you two seem to love being on your phones so much, how about the winner gets to post whatever they want on any of the loser's social media accounts?"
Letty and Dom considered the proposition. The brunette leaned over the kitchen table, her hand extended. Dom took it in his and shook firmly.
"Be prepared for all your Facebook friends to know you cried during Turbo." Letty grinned, standing and starting towards the exit of the kitchen.
"For the love of god, woman, he won the race! He never gave up!" Dom shouted, following behind her.
Brian chuckled and headed to the fridge for a beer. He cracked it open and took a sip before handing it off to Mia. "Fifty bucks that Letty's date is better."
Mia reached over into the swear jar and pulled out two twenties and a ten. "It's a bet."
Saturday, 7:30PM
Letty walked up to the door of the home she and Dom shared and rang the doorbell, her right hand behind her back. A few moments later, Dom answered in jeans and a t-shirt and running shoes, just as Letty had instructed. He looked at her posture skeptically.
"I swear to god if you bought me flowers, I'm shutting this door and changing the locks."
His wife laughed and revealed what she'd been hiding behind her back: a six pack of Coronas. Dom had to laugh as well. He took them from her and ushered her inside.
"I'll just go put these⦠in the fridge." He told her, completely amused at her antics.
A few moments later, they were back out of the door and Letty was slipping back into the driver's seat of the car. Dom got into the passenger seat and turned towards her. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"Actually," one hand on the wheel, she turned and reached behind her seat for something, "no." She held up a black silk blindfold. "You're not allowed to know until we get there."
Dom's eyebrows rose. "You're not going to take me to the desert and kill me, right?"
"Mm, honey, your life insurance wouldn't pay out if you were murdered." Letty smirked and gestured for him to face the window while she tied the blindfold over his eyes.
"Damn, that's cold, babe." He grinned when he heard her chuckle.
"Can you see?"
"No."
"Don't lie to me, Toretto."
"I would never." He inclined his head over to her seat and puckered his lips up. It was obvious he couldn't see because he was nowhere near her face, instead his lips were a few inches from her breasts. Letty grabbed his face, shaking her head and kissed his lips.
"You're a mess, Dominic Toretto." She started the engine. "But I love you."
Letty drove them to their destination and helped Dom out of the car and into the noisy establishment.
"Wait here." She told him, sitting him down in a chair. For a few moments, Dom sat there while his wife did only god knew what. When she came back, she sat something large and weighty in either of his hands before she reached around and pulled off his blindfold. He blinked, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark, flashing lights. They were in an arcade, kids and parents alike, running around playing games and eating sticky treats. Looking down into his hands, he found a large, play rifle.
"Laser tag." Letty announced with a broad grin. She'd been fitted into what resembled a bulletproof vest.
Dom's grinned matched hers. "Oh, it is so on, girl. Shit's about to get real."
She tossed his vest at him and crossed her arms over her vest. "Talk is cheap, Toretto. You're going down. I just bought you a half-hour to get your ass kicked."
Once they were both saddled with the right equipment and waited for the green light that signaled the last game was over and theirs began. In the hallway, in front of the closed double doors, they heard shrieking and laughter coming from the two teams before them. A group of kids who seemed to be together for a birthday party, lined up beside Dom and Letty.
"Are you two going in alone?" One of the young kids asked.
"That was the plan." Letty replied. "But I think it might be a bit more fun with teams. What do you guys say? You think your parents would be cool with that?"
"Yeah!"
"Alright, lock and load. You've got five minutes."
Exactly five minutes later, the group returned, locked, loaded and ready to take orders. They split into two teams; strangely Letty ended up with three boys and a girl, while Dom got three girls and a boy.
Dom smirked. "You're clearly the hot mom to them."
"Don't get me started on your little fan club."
The red light changed to green and the previous group exited the facility, sweating and laughing, talking about how much fun that'd been.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Let's do this."
"One last thing," Letty mentioned, "no rules."
Four nearly twenty minutes, they ran around the basketball court-sized room, trying their damnedest to get everyone on the opposing team "out". Turns out, the kids took the game pretty seriously, in a comedic way. One little boy shouted, "You'll never take me alive!" When he was cornered by a girl. The entire room had to pause the game to laugh at that.
Finally, it was just Letty on her team, and Dom had his only boy left.
He and his partner had taken to higher ground in the complex in order to get a better view at the outlay. Dom tapped his finger to his lips and looked at his teammate. He pointed in front of him, wear the unmistakable shimmer of the enemy's vest flashed. Dom stood, aiming his faux machine gun at the vest, only to hear "aw, man" behind him.
Dom turned to see his little buddy being shot by his wife. She wasn't wearing a vest. Clearly the one he had been aiming at was hers; a total decoy.
"You little cheater."
She shrugged, smirking victoriously before hopping onto the built-in slide and sliding back down the floor. "No rules, remember?" She shouted. Letty yanked her vest off of whatever surfaced she's attached it to and ran further into the dark maze.
"You're on your own, Dom." The boy put his hand out for the older man to shake. Though he was faking seriousness, Dom suddenly felt a little alone. Was that what war was like?
He didn't dwell, however, as the boy left, exposing the light and screams from the arcade, before shutting the door again. They had ten minutes left of their game.
Hopping down the six or so feet to the ground, Dom got low, bending his knees and searching around every pillar and moved around figures that looked shifty, eyeing them carefully until he was able to suss out that it wasn't Letty. The obnoxious sound effects that sounded like something from Star Wars sounded and Dom jumped to his left just in time to avoid being hit in the arm. He watched as the last flash of her vest slipped behind another pitch black pillar.
Oh, it was so on.
He circled the pillar, the dramatic music that played in the surround-sound room got louder and his heart started to pound. Nearing the other side, Dom quickly shoved his gun around the last corner, only to find that Letty wasn't there anymore.
"Hey, Dom!"
Dom's head shot up and he jumped to his right, bracing himself to land on his side, shooting his laser at his wife. At the same time, she darted to her left, sliding across the floor, firing back. When it was all over with, Letty looked down at her vest and a bright red light flashed in the middle of her stomach.
"Aw, shit."
Dom assessed his "wound", finding that his wife had shot him right in the heart. A notable injury, indeed.
Suddenly, the music lowered and the lights flickered on, signaling their game had come to an end. The couple got up from the floor and Dom made his way over to Letty.
"I can't believe you shot me." She huffed.
"You shot me back."
"Did you have to pull that Mission Impossible shit on the floor?" She laughed. He slipped his arm over her shoulder and she braced her arm around his waist as they started towards the exit.
"Says the woman who pulled a Matrix move out of her ass."
They chuckled as they turned in their guns and vests. "That was pretty cool, wasn't it?"
Thanking the staff member behind the counter, Letty and Dom made their way back to the car.
"I've gotta admit, Let, this was one of the best dates, I've been on in a long time."
"Oh, we're not done just yet?"
"Oh no?"
"Absolutely not." Stopping in front of her car, Letty looked Dom up and down, resting her hands on the waistband of his jeans. "There's a hot bubble bath with your name written all over it."
"Mm, and a naked Letty?"
"And a naked Letty," she confirmed.
"Damn, I like the sound of that."
TBC
