A/N- Thanks so much for the great feedback guys! Hope you enjoy the next chapter…

Chapter Two

Letty turned off her car, just sitting back against the seat for a moment, hearing thumping music playing from inside the Toretto's car garage.

Mia's car wasn't in the front driveway. She must still be at school. None of the rest of the team's cars was parked out front either. Dom was working by himself. Letty took a deep, steeling breath, mentally commanding herself to cut the shit and get out of her car. This was ridiculous. Dom was one of her oldest friends. There was nothing to be nervous about.

Nothing except the fact that she and Dom had just had crazy hot sex in the front seat of his car a week ago—and pretty much every night after. Other than the one conversation they'd had the morning after, they never talked about what was going on, and the rest of the team didn't dare bring it up to Dom and knew Letty wouldn't tell them anything.

Letty had hooked up with idiot boys from her high school before, but those experiences had all been awkward and forgettable. Nothing any guy had ever done to her had even come close to making her feel the way she did behind the wheel of a car.

Until Dom.

"Shit." Letty muttered under her breath, rubbing her eyes wearily. Sometimes she really hated being a girl.

She climbed out of the car, pulling down her black tank top over the waistband of her old ripped up jeans. She had never given one thought to her clothes before she and Dom started sleeping together, but now she found herself wondering if she looked okay. Letty rolled her eyes. If Dom wanted some skank in a skintight dress, then he could go and find one.

Letty walked into the garage, hooking her thumbs in her belt loops as she leaned against the wall. Dom was engrossed with final tune-ups on his new baby, a 1987 Buick GNX that he was racing for the first time tonight.

"Nice ride, Dom." Letty smiled.

He jumped slightly, clearly not expecting company but smiling when he saw who it was. "Take a look."

Letty walked around the car appraisingly, and was pleased to see that Dom actually seemed to be a little anxious waiting for her approval.

"Well?" He finally prodded.

"It's a hot car, man. You know it is." Letty shrugged. "Did you see the engine mod? Jessie's idea. He worked on her day and night, but he would never get behind the wheel. I told him it might finally make a man out of him. We've got to pop his racing cherry one of these days."

"Not today. Not with this car. He'd be so nervous he'd wreck it before he got out of the garage." Dom threw her the keys, Letty catching them with one hand as Dom continued. "You're the only other person I'd trust behind the wheel of this monster. Let's go."

"Right now?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Letty blinked with surprise, glancing down at the keys. "You don't want to drive?"

"Nah. I'm sure you'll work her out just fine."

Letty swallowed hard, secretly and suddenly wanting Dom to rip off her clothes and work her out, right here in this garage. Focus, she mentally commanded herself. "Where do you want to go?"

"I'm starving. Let's get some dinner."

Like a date? Letty's brain automatically questioned. At the thought, she literally wanted to kick her own ass. "Yeah. I could eat."

Dom nodded, hanging up the rest of his tools as Letty opened the driver's side door to the GNX.

"Hey, Letty. Wait." Dom said suddenly.

"What's up?" She stopped.

"C'mere." Dom licked his lips a little nervously.

Letty walked towards him, surprised when Dom took her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. She closed her eyes, kissing him back but keeping her distance. Dom pulled back after a moment, looking confused when she didn't seem as into it as she usually was. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure were fine as hell last night." Dom smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, thanks. I always wanted to do it up against your dryer." Letty said sarcastically. She was trying to be funny but her voice came out a little colder than she intended.

"Baby." Dom's mouth twisted into a smile. "I'm not really a roses and silk sheets kind of guy."

Letty didn't smile back. "Let's just drive, okay?"

Dom laughed, trying to ease the tension. "Would it make you feel better if I open the car door for you?"

"Don't be an asshole." Letty hissed, stalking back to the GNX and taking the wheel. They mostly ate in silence during dinner, Dom still looking confused as to why she was mad and Letty wondering gloomily if all they really had in common was fast cars and good sex.

After a very awkward dinner, their waiter finally brought the check, and Dom automatically took out his wallet. Letty shook her head. "Dom. Come on. We can split it."

"Don't worry about it. I got it."

Letty sighed. "Fine. Then I'll get us another round at the bar."

"My kind of woman." Dom smiled at her.

Letty shrugged with a small smile, standing up and walking to the bar while Dom waited to get his change and leave a tip. She walked up to the bar, taking a ten out of her jean pocket and motioning to the bartender. "Two Coronas, please."

A sun-burned, lanky surfer dude at the bar looked her up and down appraisingly. "You know, if I was your boyfriend, I would never send you to get my drinks."

Letty sighed. "If you were my boyfriend, I'd kill myself."

"Ooh, spicy." The guy at the bar laughed out loud, a stupid, drunken sound, before sliding out the stool next to him with his foot. "Sit with me."

Letty gave him a look. "Kiss my ass."

"I'd love to. You know, I like a girl with a mouth. Especially when she uses it to suck my—"

"Dude, seriously?" Letty rounded on him.

But he wasn't deterred, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him. "Come on, slut, you'll be his bitch but not mine?"

Dom suddenly appeared like a massive blur, shoving the guy off of Letty and back against the bar, knocking over the asshole's long line up of empty shot glasses in the process. The sound of breaking glass alerted the rest of the bar to what was happening, and Dom, Letty, and the Prick suddenly had a very captive audience.

"What's your problem?" The guy sputtered, his flip-flopped feet uselessly trying to push off against the floor.

"You're my problem." Dom growled. "Touch my girlfriend again, and I put you through that fucking window."

"I didn't know she was your girlfriend," he whined.

"Well, now you know." Dom pointed a finger in the man's face, still clutching his collar. "Pay your tab, and get the hell out of here."

The guy shakily dug a five dollar bill out of his pocket, dropping it on the bar and hurrying out of the restaurant as fast as his pot-addled brain allowed. Dom looked around at the now-silent bar, letting out a deep breath. "Show's over, people."

Dom had a very authoritative presence, and Letty wasn't surprised when everyone obediently went back to their food and conversation. But she wasn't as impressed, crossing her arms over her chest when Dom looked back to her.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked quietly, looking her over as if she had been in the one in the bar fight, his hand on her arm.

Letty swallowed hard. "Don't call me that."

Dom sighed. "Are you just going to be pissed off at me about everything today? I was standing up for you."

"I was doing fine on my own." She picked up her Corona when the incompetent bartender finally brought it out, Letty taking a long sip.

"Sorry, boss." Dom held up his hands in surrender, and to his great relief, Letty finally smiled despite herself. He picked up his Corona as well, tapping the neck of the bottle against hers. "To first place tonight."

"To winning 10 Gs for our next car." Letty nodded to him.

"I'll drink to that."

She and Dom took a long swig of beer together, and finally, things felt a little more normal between them.

"I think Mia's home." Letty reluctantly pulled away from Dom at the sound of squealing tires and pop music playing in the driveway. Dom and Letty had gone upstairs once they reached Dom's house, already shedding clothes and making out in the stairwell as they revisited their new favorite way to work out their tension. After two beers at the restaurant, plenty of car talk, and a high-speed ride home, Letty seemed to be much more in the mood.

"Mia won't come up here, she'll just think I'm in the garage…" Dom shook his head, and for a moment, Letty gave in, hungrily crushing her mouth against his, their embrace growing breathless and frantic as they realized they might not have much more time alone together. But Letty seemed to regain her senses when Dom's hand went to the clasp of her bra just as they heard of the sound of Mia clanking around in the kitchen. If they took off any more clothes, there was no way they were stopping, and despite Dom's protests, Mia could come upstairs any minute.

"We can't do this now." Letty said, breathing hard as Dom kissed her neck. "Besides, isn't sex off limits before a race?"

"That rule's for boxers, babe," Dom mumbled against her skin, "not racers. It actually really calms me down."

Letty pulled away from him, raising her eyebrows. "Are you speaking from experience with one of your skanks?"

Dom sighed, realizing his mistake. "Letty. They got nothing on you. And you should know, there hasn't been anyone else since we…" His voice faded, not really sure how to define what was happening between them.

Letty rolled her eyes. "Wow, Dom. A whole week with just one girl. You deserve a medal or something."

"I've never done this before. Give me a break."

"Like I'm some expert?" She let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "What are we doing, Dom?"

"I thought we were having a good time."

Letty's dark eyes narrowed into a glare. "If that's all we're doing, don't ever call me your girlfriend again." She picked up her tank top off the floor, sliding it back on and rebuttoning her jeans as she got to her feet. "And don't come looking for me after you win tonight. I'm sure there'll be plenty of race whores in zipper-crotch shorts who are just dying to have 'a good time' with you."

She closed the door behind her before Dom had a chance to respond. Letty stormed out of the house, Mia looking up from the couch at the sound of the front door slamming.

"Letty?" Mia called, setting down the bowl of cereal that was always her after-school snack.

When she got no response, Mia retraced Letty's steps back to up her brother's bedroom. Dom was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a troubled expression, his shirt unbuttoned and his hands crossed behind his head.

Mia perched on the edge of her brother's bed when he refused to acknowledge her presence. "Was that Letty?"

"Yeah." Dom still wouldn't look at his sister.

"She left in a hurry."

Dom sighed heavily. "Can I help you with something, Mia?"

Mia sighed. "Dom. Where are you going to find another girl like her? She's hot and she's the only other person on this planet who likes cars as much as you do. Don't screw this up."

"I didn't do anything!"

"So she just stormed out for no reason?"

Dom finally gave in. "All I did was call her my girlfriend. I thought girls liked that."

"Did you ask her to be your girlfriend?"

Dom looked confused. "Do I have to ask?"

Mia winced. "Oh, Dom."

"What?"

"Do you want to be with her?"

"Yeah. Definitely."

"Do you love her?" Mia prodded.

"Mia. It's only been a week." Dom tried to laugh, but it sounded a little forced. Mia suddenly realized what was wrong with her brother. He was terrified.

Mia's eyes softened slightly with sympathy as she realized her brother actually needed her for once. "Do something, Dom. Make a gesture."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I can't do everything for you. Geez." Mia grinned.

Dom sat up, finally giving her a genuine smile. "All right, all right. Go get your homework done. I'll figure something out."

"I know you will." Mia patted his leg, Dom falling back on the bed as she left him to his thoughts.

"Ah yeah, there he is." Vince led the crowd as Dom climbed out of the GNX. Dom forced a smile, clapping hands with Vince and putting an arm around Jessie as he not-so-subtly scanned the crowd for Letty.

Finally, Dom saw Mia who smiled and made a tiny, pointing gesture towards the cars on the other side of the road. Dom turned and saw Letty's souped-up Pontiac Firebird with the hood popped, and then he saw her leaning over it to show something to Hector and Dom nearly choked.

Letty was still wearing her ripped-up jeans from that afternoon, but had traded her tank top for a skintight black leather halter top that was staying on with only two flimsy ties at her neck and the middle of her back. Her wavy dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail, leaving the tan skin of her back completely exposed.

"Damn." Dom breathed out, not caring that he was just standing there and staring at her like an idiot. What was he supposed to do? She looked hot as hell. From the time she turned sixteen, Letty had always had a sick body, but one of the best things about her was that she didn't really seem to know it.

But the fact that Letty had a better body than all the race girls dancing around cars beside her was apparently no longer Dom's best-kept secret. He noticed with a flare of jealousy that while Letty was excitedly talking to Hector's gang about the new turbo chargers she'd put in her Firebird, every guy standing behind her was checking out her ass. Even Hector, who had known Letty since she was a skinny kid asking him about car engines, seemed to be struggling not to look her up and down.

But she didn't notice. To Letty, the fact that she was barely wearing a leather halter-top didn't mean she couldn't talk cars. And if anybody tried to relegate her to the sidelines, she'd kick their ass. Or just outdrive them and shut them up for good. Dom's lips twisted into a smile. She was such a badass. Mia was right. He needed to lock things down with Letty. Right here, right now.

He walked across the street, crossing his massive arms over his chest as he joined the group of Hector's idiotas practically drooling over Letty.

"Race Wars ain't gonna be ready for this bitch." Letty smiled at the end of her speech, triumphantly slamming the hood back down.

Hector jumped back with a laugh. "Ai, Letty, you almost got my fingers!"

"Then quit feeling up my car, man." Letty shrugged with a grin.

"You gotta watch your back around this one, Hector." Dom said. Letty turned at his voice, her expression hardening at the sight of Dom.

"Don't you have a race to worry about?" Letty asked.

"I was just admiring your body work." Dom shrugged, stepping closer to her, a few people in the crowd snickering appreciatively.

Letty's cheeks flushed slightly, but her expression remained icy. "What do you want, Dom?"

"I just want to talk to you." Dom took her arm, pulling her aside and lowering his voice, their spectators moving on to the next car, nobody wanting to piss Dom off by eavesdropping.

Letty reluctantly let Dom lead her farther away from the crowd, smiling slightly when he turned back around and seemingly decided it was easier to look at her chest instead of her face.

She grabbed his chin, making him look her in the eyes, still smiling. "Yes, Dom. I have tits. This cannot still be a surprise to you."

"It ain't a surprise." Dom grinned. "I'm just trying to figure out a way to up my chances of seeing them later tonight."

Letty shook her head. "It's not gonna happen. I'm not doing the fuckbuddy thing anymore."

Dom nodded, holding out his hand, the keys to the GNX hooked over his thumb. "Then let's do something else."

Letty's eyebrows went together. "Like what?"

Dom opened her hand, placing the keys in her palm. "You fill in for me tonight."

Letty paled slightly. "Excuse me?"

"I want you to race."

"The GNX? Tonight?"

"Yeah." Dom smiled. "You're ready, babe. No more settling for Race Wars and small-time bullshit. Time for the big leagues."

Letty looked at him carefully, as if suddenly realizing something she didn't know before. "You'll get so much hell for this."

"I don't care." Dom said, his voice serious. "I'm sorry about earlier. Consider this my way of asking you to be my girlfriend."

Letty slid her tongue over her teeth with a smile as she looked up at him. "You have lost your mind."

"Are you saying yes?""

"I'm saying, hell yeah, I'll drive. The girlfriend thing…I'll let you know after."

"Oh, you're going to keep me in suspense?" Dom raised his eyebrows.

"You bet your ass."

Dom laughed, that booming, throaty sound that always made Letty feel safe and happy. He slung an arm over her shoulder as they walked back to their team.

Leon clapped his hands together at the sight of Dom and Letty. "All right, all right, all right, boss, let's win some money."

"Yeah. Letty's racing." Dom said in a would-be casual voice, dropping his arm from around Letty's shoulders.

The entire team looked at him with stunned silence for a moment, Mia shaking her head with a smile.

"What, like right now? Tonight?" Vince asked.

"Yeah. Tonight." Dom shrugged. "I trained all your asses for something, didn't I?"

Vince shook his head, an ugly bitterness settling over his features as he glared at Letty. "Come on, Dom. Training isn't what you've been doing to that ass."

"You got something to say?" Dom stepped closer to him.

"Yeah. I'm saying, maybe I should put out and wear a slutty shirt, and then you'll actually let me race for once."

"Oh, Vince. Nobody wants to see that." Mia giggled.

"It's my team. It's my decision. Letty's racing. End of discussion." Dom said in his most no-bullshit voice.

Vince shook his head. "No way, man. No way are we putting 2.5 on the line just so you can get with her tonight."

"Chill out, man." Letty finally had enough, stepping in front of Vince. "It's not like that, okay?"

"Then why are you racing and not one of the rest of us?" Vince challenged her.

"She's really good." Jessie surprised everyone by speaking up. "I went with her to some races down in the Valley, and she cleaned up."

"Then it's settled." Dom said.

"Go win us some money, girl." Mia smiled proudly at her friend.

Letty nodded, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous as it sunk in what she was actually about to do. She looked over her shoulder at the other three racers. Hector. Johnny Tran's toadie Lance, wearing his favorite snakeskin pants. And some rich kid asshole in a Nissan 350Z that looked like he'd just driven it off the lot.

She swallowed hard, feeling like her heart was pounding in her ears as she watched Leon get the GNX ready to roll. She could win this race, she knew it. But if she didn't… Letty didn't even want to think what it would do to the team. To Dom. To girl racers. If she lost, their team lost all the respect Dom had gained for them over the years. If she lost, she made girl drivers everywhere look bad.

Dom stepped up behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "Hey. Don't let them see you sweat."

"I'm fine." Letty said quickly.

He started rubbing her shoulders, like she was a boxer getting ready for a fight. It felt good, and Letty relaxed slightly against him as Dom kept talking in her ear. "Hector puts too much extra shit in his cars…you don't need to worry about him. And Mr. Private Prep School over there has never been done this before in his life. The only person you need to worry about is Tran's little second-in-command. I know Lance looks like an idiot, but Tran trains his boys to run other drivers off the road. He'll do everything he can to wreck you, especially if it looks like you're going to beat him."

"I know, Dom. I've seen you race him a hundred times."

"If he bumps you, don't over-correct. I've seen you do it before, and it just wastes time. You're on the outside lane, just like you like it. You'll be fine." Dom squeezed her shoulders one last time.

She looked back at him, and there was a brief, charged moment where they both wanted to kiss. But Letty knew she was going in to this race with enough of a disadvantage, and making out with Dom before he let her take his spot wouldn't exactly help her earn everyone else's respect as a real racer. So they restrained themselves. Dom just gave her a small smile. "You got this."

Letty smiled back. "I know."

Dom laughed as she walked towards the car, Leon clapping her on the shoulder as he left the door open for her. "Tear it up, baby girl."

Letty didn't reply, trying to ignore the jeering whispers and comments among the other teams as she settled into the driver's seat of the massive GNX and had to readjust the driver's seat to reach the pedals. Letty just stared straight ahead, revving the engine along with the other drivers until the sound and the feeling blocked out everything else. Everything seemed to grow quiet around her as she tightened one hand on the wheel and the other on the gearshift. Off Leon's signal, the flag girl took her position between the two middle cars. When she waved the flag to signal the start of the race, Letty jerked the car into gear and accelerated so quickly her head slammed back against the seat.

Dom was right about the prep school kid having no idea what he was doing. He fired off his first round of NOS in the first three seconds, and nearly drove off the road when his shiny little car rocketed forward. Letty glanced at her rearview mirror as he squealed his tires to try and get back on the track.

"Can't blow your wad that early, brother," she muttered under her breath, shifting gears as she sailed past Hector, Lance edging towards her on the right. Dom was right. Letty braced herself for impact, noticing her speedometer needle climbing well over 100 mph. Lance turned the wheel away from her to prepare for his attack, but Letty was ready. When he turned the wheel again to slam into the side of Letty's car, she hit the NOS button, easily accelerating out of his reach and smiling to herself as she heard the sound of his car spinning out behind her. Three seconds later, the GNX rocketed across the finish line well ahead of the other cars, Hector finishing second, Lance third, and Rich Boy fourth.

Letty exhaled a long breath as she eased the car to a stop, hearing stunned cheers outside her window. She couldn't stop smiling as she leaned her head back against the seat. She had done it.

A/N- More to come! Next chapter, Dom and Letty take a little road trip…