Thanks to all those who reviewed on the first chapter! I really appreciate it. Okay in all my stories I don't think I ever did one disclaimer so here it goes ahem, me no own Dom and the Team or anything to do with The Fast and the Furious. I own Liz, Owens, and anyone mentioned in the story that wasn't in the movie. While I'm doing this I might as well cover all my stories. I don't own Riddick, Imam, and Jack, or anyone in Pitch Black, TCOR: Dark Fury, or TCOR. I don't own Wolverine, the Professor and all the other characters in X-Men. I don't own Xander, Yelena, Gibbons or anyone mentioned in Triple X. There, that's all of them. On with the show!
Liz woke the next morning feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. She got out of bed, stretched and looked in her mirror seeing her reflection smiling a huge goofy smile. She danced into her bathroom and disrobed, hopping into her shower.
Dom got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist; he dried off and put his boxers and T-shirt back on before leaving the bathroom (and the wet towel on the floor) and going back into his room, lying back down on his bed.
Liz got dressed for work and grabbed her car keys from bowl by the stairs, and her beeper and her cell phone from the table next to the couch. She stopped for a moment and smiled. Leaving the house she locked the door and got into her car, starting it up and backing out of the driveway. When she got to her work she parked in front and got out, locking her car. She walked in and showed her ID to the man inside and he nodded at her, smiling.
"Good morning Liz." He said and she smiled right back.
"Good morning Charlie." She said.
"Ya gonna do something with your hair?" he asked and she looked at her pale blonde locks, which she had left down.
"Wasn't planning on it. Why?"
"Ya know how the boss gets."
"Yeah, yeah I know. I got a little elastic thingy I can put it up."
"Okay, just looking out for you."
"I know and I appreciate it."
"Have a good day Liz." Charlie said.
"Have a good one yourself Charlie." Liz said and walked away, going into one of the back rooms and standing in front of the mirror. She pulled a clear rubber hair tie out of her pocket and put her hair up in a high ponytail, the end falling to the middle of her back. At the end of some pieces there were fat natural ringlets while the others just either flipped up or had a bit of a wave to them. No matter what she said, her gal friends always asked her where she got her hair done. She left the room, the end of her ponytail bouncing as she walked and went into her 'office'.
Dom worked on some Buick that needed an oil change and thought about calling Liz, she had given him her number during dinner and he had given her his. But she was probably at work, whatever she did. After hearing her side of her conversation with 'Owens', he assumed that she was a businesswoman of some kind, a lawyer maybe, which would cover the expensive car and systems. He pictured her in a suit and he smiled, it was a nice picture. He then pictured her naked, which was an even better image. He chuckled and slid from out of under the car, standing and getting a rag wiping off his oil stained hands as best as he could.
"So how was your date with Mr. Dominic Toretto?" Melissa asked and Liz smiled.
"It went great, I'm seeing him again this weekend. His family is having a barbecue and I've been invited."
"That's so great girl!" Melissa said and hugged her shoulders. "How ya feeling about this one?"
"Pretty good." Liz said and Melissa smiled.
"That wonderful Lizzy, you deserve some happiness. But do you have to be straight?" Melissa has been out of the closet since before they had met.
"I'm sorry my sexual preference doesn't match up with yours." Liz said and Melissa laughed.
"That's all right, I'm survive somehow. Anyway, what's your hours today?"
"I got graveyard."
"Then why are you here now?"
"Owens wanted to see me about something, he called last night during my date with Dom."
"Owens is always riding your ass about something."
"Yeah that's because I won't sleep with him, goddamn pervert. I ought to file sexual harassment charges on him."
"Why don't you?"
"Because then he'll fire me and I'll have to go back to New York City. I like it here, its warm, I don't wanna leave. But if he gropes my ass one more time I swear to god I'll break his nose."
"If that doesn't get you fired then nothing will."
"I don't give a shit, I'm tired of that greasy little man's advances. If he tries to feel me up, I'll break something his arm, his nose, I don't care as long as something gets broken."
"You could have Dom talk to him." Melissa said smiling deviously.
"You're right I could, but I won't ask Dom to do that, we just got together. Besides you know his record, I'm scared that he's gonna do something stupid and get thrown in lock up."
"Yeah and would be…umm…baaad."
"Ya think?" Liz asked sarcastically and Melissa laughed.
"Liz!" Owens stuck his fat, balding head out of his door. "Get in here!"
"Gotta go, nice talking to you Melissa." Liz said rolling her eyes.
"Hey, good luck in there."
"I'm gonna need it." Liz said and walked away.
"Dom!"
"What is it Letty?" Dom asked sticking his shaven head out his office door.
"Ya busy?" she asked walking over and hanging in the doorway.
"Yeah, actually I am." Dom said sitting back down at his desk and looking over expense reports. "Maybe I should call Liz, she seems to be a businesswoman of some kind and I could use help with this."
"Dom, about Liz."
"Yeah?" he asked looking at her and just then his cell phone rang, he grabbed it from the desk and flipped it open. "Hello?"
Liz left Owens' office and left the building going out to her car, just sitting in the driver's seat. She took her cell phone from her waist and flipped it open, dialing in the number for Dom's cell phone then holding it to her ear as it started to ring.
"Hello?" it was Dom.
"Hi Dom." She said with a sigh.
"Hi Liz. What's wrong?"
"I just got out of a meeting with my dick-boss. I could use some stress relief."
"Really? What did you have in mind?" full of implications, she just had to laugh.
"How's lunch sound?"
"Perfect, I'm starving."
"How about we go to my place and I make us lunch?"
"You cook?"
"Not often, but yeah I do."
"Okay, lunch it is. I'll see you there."
"Can't wait."
"Bye."
"Bye." Liz said and the line went dead, she hung up her phone and hooked it up to the charger she had in her car. She peeled out of the parking lot and took off like a bullet, heading for her house.
Dom was just walking up the walkway when Liz pulled into her driveway. She shut off the car and got out, locking it.
"You beat me." She said smiling and he smiled back.
"Yeah guess I did." He said and put his arms around her waist when she stopped in front of him. They kissed deeply and when they pulled away they were both still smiling. "Hi."
"Hi. Come on, let's go inside." She said and took his hand, leading him into her home.
After lunch they sat at her kitchen table, talking.
"I can't believe I never saw you before." Dom said.
"Well LA is a big place, that and the fact I'm not a native."
"What do you mean?"
"Up until a few months ago I lived in New York City." She said looking down at the tabletop and drawing images onto the polished surface with the tip of her index finger.
"Why'd you move to LA?"
"I got transferred here."
"Work?"
"Yup."
"Do you miss New York?"
"Hell no, it was too cold there, and I positively hate the cold." She said shaking her head and grimacing.
"What do you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Work."
"Oh, um…I was a Victoria Secrets underwear model." Liz said looking up at him and he smiled.
"Really?" he asked and she snorted.
"Really, but this was back when I was like in my late teens early twenties. I quit a couple of years ago, but I get calls from them every once in a while, asking me to do just one more shoot."
"Why'd you quit?" Dom asked and she shrugged.
"I dunno. It could be the fact that the shoes that they had us wear for the runway shows define the term 'ankle-breakers'." She said and he chuckled.
"Do you still have the pictures?" he asked and she nodded.
"If money ever got tight I would do a shoot or two or I would sell copies of the pictures to magazines that absolutely loved my work for Victoria Secrets."
"Like what magazines?"
"Fredericks of Hollywood, did a few shoots for them. And a couple of others, the names escape me." Liz said leaning back in her chair with her arm stretched out on the table, her hand playing with a small figurine. Dom took it from her and set it down on the table, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it and then just holding it, running his thumb over her knuckles. After a little while she stood from the table, her hand still in his. "Come on, I got something to show you." He stood and she led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Well, here they are." Liz said and his jaw dropped.
"Wow." He said but it hardly felt adequate. Dom looked through the pictures and then back at her, two of them especially caught his attention. In one she was looking down and her long pale blonde hair was fanned out on the sides, and she was wearing a lilac colored lace bra and underwear. The background was black so it made her stand out even more. The other she was looking at the camera, her black eyes seemed like black holes, bringing in everything around them. The black satin lingerie stood stark against her ice-like skin and the bra was cut so that the tops of her breasts were shown.
"You know what's the great thing about modeling for these companies?" she said and he looked at her.
"What?"
"You get to keep what you wear." She said smiling and took the pictures from him, putting them back in the box that they had been in. She turned to walk away but he roped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest and making her exhale sharply. Moving her ponytail over her shoulder he started to kiss the back of her neck and she wiggled against him. "Dom?"
"Yes?" he asked; his lips still pressed to the nape of her neck.
"Can we just lie in my bed with your arms around me? No sex, just lie there?" Liz asked, biting the corner of her bottom lip.
"Okay, I think we can do that." He said and picked her up in his arms, walking over to the bed and laying her down on it, lying next to her. She turned to look at him and he started to stroke her soft, smooth cheek with his fingertips. She moved her face into his hand with her eyes closed and he kissed her forehead gently.
Dom just lay there, looking at her. There was something extremely intimate about having this beautiful woman just lying in his arms; she just looked so small and vulnerable. There were no thoughts about making a move on her; he just wanted her to fall asleep in his arms while he watched over her.
She lifted her head as he adjusted his arm so it would act as her pillow and she settled back down, still just looking at him. Normally he was able to tell what people thought of him by the looks in their eyes, but since her eyes were pure black they gave nothing away. She was a mystery to him and somehow that made her all the more alluring.
After a little while her eyes started to droop and soon she was asleep, lying in his arms, while he watched over her.