A/N: Sorry for the super long wait. Also, my apologies for the super rushed NSFW. I just wasn't 'in the mood' to write a sex scene at the moment. Sorry. Lol. But, also, it's a fade-to-black scene so it's not so bad. (: Also, ignore the fact that Shaw was the one who met Letty in the hospital. Enjoy this short end to 'It's Yours'.

Previously: In two swift movements, Dom slammed the hood of Letty's car closed with one arm, while the other hoisted Letty onto it.

"Unh." Was the surprised, yet aroused noise that escaped Letty's throat. It was sofft, damn near a whisper.

She didn't miss the smirk on his face before his lips captured hers in a searing, white-hot kiss.

Part II

"Mm. Mm-mm. No." Letty managed to pull her lips away from Dom's. She placed her palms flat against either of his shoulders and pushed him back. She needed air and space, if only to process where this was headed. Their chests heaved in unison, rising and falling to match their racing pulses.

"No?" Dom breathed.

"We can't... out here." She offered the half-hearted explanation.

Dom slowly nodded his head in understanding as the blood finally started to circulate in more than one muscle of his body. "Right. Not out here."

Abruptly, their lips crashed into one another's again. Neither could be sure who initiated the contact, but both were in agreement that it was what they wanted. Thin fingers gripped the front of Dom's shirt when his tongue massaged Letty's. It was a good thing she was sitting, because with the way Dom kissed her, she was sure her legs would have given out already.

Her nails ghosted against the sliver of flesh between his shirt and sweatpants.

"Dom." Letty panted before kissing his lips again. "Bed. Now."

Dom pulled away, wordlessly, and waited for her to hop down. When she did, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the garage, to the house, through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. Their bedroom.

They fell onto the bed, kissing with fervor, and attempting to push and pull the other's clothes off, quickly. Once they were down to their underwear, Dom shoved his tongue into Letty's mouth and she felt her panties become soaked with more of her juices.

"Letty, I wanna make love... but-." He trailed off, unsure if what he was going to say next would come off as selfish.

Letty nodded her head vigorously in understanding. "Want you. Now."

God, he loved this woman. She understood that they'd have plenty of time later to make slow, deep, passionate love. But for now, he just needed to be planted firmly inside of her.

With a start and an animalistic growl, Dom ripped her flimsy panties from her body and Letty gasped. She loved when he was like this. So raw and concupiscent. Their carnal desires were at the forefront of their minds and there was nothing and no one that would stop them from receiving the immediate relief they so desperately needed.

Pushing at his boxer shorts, Letty took ahold of his manhood, herself, and positioned him at her slick entrance.

And when he sank into her, they groaned their satisfaction in unison. Letty's nails dug into his back, while Dom gripped her hip with one hand and the other held his weight.

Quickly, they rose to a fast rhythm, the headboard knocking against the wall like every cliché film they'd ever seen.

"Damn it, Letty." Dom groaned in her ear. "So tight... so wet." His hand snaked between their two bodies until he found her hardened clit. Pinching it between his forefinger and thumb, Letty's mouth opened in a silent moan and her walls clamped down around his shaft. Dom gritted his teeth, but it didn't stop the passionate growl from escaping from the back of his throat as he emptied his seed inside of her.

Dom pulled out of her roughly and Letty whimpered at the loss of contact.

"We're just getting started." Dom growled in her ear. With a slap to her ass, he commanded, "Turn over."

"O-okay." Letty panted, rolling off of Dominic. "That was... the last... time."

Dom chuckled through his heavy breathing. "You said that last time. And the time before that."

"And I think you said it right before time number six." Letty countered, pulling the duvet up over their naked bodies.

"Semantics."

They shared a small laugh before quiet filled the room again."

"Dom, I'm-." Letty began.

"Let, I-." Dom started at the same time. They paused to look at each other.

"You first." The brunette told him.

"Let, I love you. And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. And I love you too. I didn't-."

Dom squeezed her hand to silence her. He understood. And what was understood never needed to be explained.

"Letty, I know exactly what you're feeling. Believe me. I felt it when I left you."

Silence.

Letty held Dom's hand tighter. She brought their connected fingers to her mouth and kissed the back of his hand. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, the Latina blinked away tears.

"I.. I missed you." Her voice shook, but he needed to know that she didn't forget about him. And her feelings for him never changed.

"Come here."

Letty moved so her upper body laid against Dom's. He wrapped his strong arms around her and rested his cheek atop her head. Taking in a deep breath, Dom exhaled, "I missed you."

"Coulda fooled me," teased Letty. She picked at a stray strand of material on the comforter.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to talk to you. Hell, I couldn't even believe you were still alive."

"I can't believe I'm alive. It was touch and go there for a little bit." Letty said nonchalantly.

"That's not funny, Letty."

"I'm not joking." She admitted. "I really did die. On the operating table. But only for about two minutes. Twice. Or so they tell me."

"Jesus." Dom whispered.

There had been things that Dom was curious about. Especially when he first found out that Letty was, in fact, still alive. He wanted to know how she got away from the car wreck, how she made it to the hospital, who helped her out while she recovered... after she recovered? And were they the ones who introduced her to Shaw? There were still a lot of questions that had gone unanswered.

Truth be told, he knew that he didn't want to know some of the answers. He was, however, sure that Letty would give them up in her own time. He knew not to pressure her into talking.

After all, here was his woman. A woman who had literally cheated death. Twice, apparently.

And she was all his.

Fin.

A/N #2: Sorry for the wait, guys. But thanks for sticking with me for so long.