Dom woke up first. He felt good! He hadn't slept so well in years. He felt the weight on him and it hadn't been restricting so it took him a few moments to process that it was in fact abnormal.

He looked down and groaned quietly. Letty was sleeping on top of him. He wasn't sure how to deal with this. He had never woken up in the morning with a woman, he didn't play that. Add to the fact that her lady parts were in perfect conjunction with his man business and that made for an interesting situation.

She sighed and snuggled which made him go from morning wood to ready or not here I come. She moved her head and seemed to snuggle his chest before opening her eyes. He watched as she looked around and then down at their bodies and then up at his face. She looked down again and he followed her line of thought. Yup, that was his hard on covered only in gray briefs and there was her blue lace thong covered pussy right on top of it.

"Wow," her broken morning voice made him thump in anticipation. He watched her bite her lower lip as she continued to look at the two of them. He grew impossibly harder and then he felt it and almost flipped her and fucked the shit out of her. She was wet and it was soaking through his briefs.

"Let," he groaned out her name. His hand, all ready on the cusp of her left ass cheek, slid down to knead her soft ass. The rhythm of his hand made her rub on him and her shirt was riding up. She began to kiss him and occasionally nipped him on the shoulders, on the neck, around his sensitive ears. He knew that the moment the shirt revealed her naked chest he would be a goner. Her breasts would be in his mouth before he could think of stopping.

Finally the shirt was nearing the end and that was when he remembered. He stopped and looked at the bandages wrapped around her. She looked down at her own chest and sighed, "I was wondering what that pain was."

"Stand up," he ordered. She didn't move and he sighed, "I need to see what you look like."

She stood, he helped her take the shirt off, and began to unroll the bandages. Letty covered her breasts as Dom stood behind her taking it all in, "what's it look like?"

Dom didn't reply. Her left shoulder was purple and the stitches had finally swelled, leaving a puffed out gash the length of his forearm. No wonder she had bled so much. He went in front of her and pulled her to him, cradling her head. He needed the contact, he needed to comfort her even if she wouldn't ask for it. Finally he whispered, "you look like shit Letty."

She laughed and then stopped, it must have been painful, "why was I in your bed?"

"Nightmare," he replied.

She nodded because there was nothing to say. She hated that anyone ever saw her that way. She hated that Dom saw her that way.

"I think I'm going to take a shower," she told him. They both knew that what she was saying was that they could pretend that the last fifteen minutes hadn't happened and go back to normal.

"I'll wrap you back up when you're done," he replied. Acceptance.

XOXO

Dom was the first to come down stairs. He kissed Mia on the cheek as he accepted the plate of eggs and bacon. He sat across from Vince, "where is J. King?"

"If he's smart then he's away from here," Vince replied.

"Call Hector," Dom told Leon.

Before Leon rose to make the call he sat back in his chair, "so brother, you're looking well rested."

"Thanks," Dom's look told Leon that he was acting gay.

"You know, I know what makes me look that well rested," Vince added.

"What's that," Dom asked.

Jesse coughed into his hand, "sex!"

"You had sex? With who," Dom asked incredulously.

"Not me," Jesse began but stopped as Letty walked down the stairs. She had put on a pair of Dom's sweats and one of his wife beaters over her black bra. She felt infinitely better now that her hair was clean.

"Morning," she told them all. She accepted the plate from Mia and grinned gratefully, "thanks for taking care of me last night."

"No problem, you're family," Mia replied, she just barely held in her grin.

Letty sat at the table and after a few minutes looked around at the guys, "what?"

"You look well rested," Leon began. Dom stared at Leon, trying to figure out what in the hell the man was trying to say.

Dom finally got it and growled, "I did not fuck her!"

Letty's fork dropped and her mouth widened, "excuse me?"

"He did," Jesse asked, misunderstanding Letty's response.

"They just tried this 'you look rested' shit on me. They think we fucked last night," he explained.

"To be fair we saw you two together in Dom's bed and I think the natural conclusion-" Jesse was cut off by Vince. He pulled up close to the table, "just how long have you two been fucking?"

"Why were you in my bedroom," Dom countered.

"Because Letty wasn't in hers," Mia replied pointedly, obviously enjoying the entire conversation.

Letty finally closed her mouth. She stood, "Dom and I do not fuck. Period."

"I know, I know," Leon began, "it's making love-"

"Dom and I," she repeated, "do not fuck. Ever."

"Oh," Jesse nodded, "well why didn't you say so? You two just looked cozy, but if it was innocent, it was innocent."

She nodded and then looked back at the plate of food. She had lost her appetite.

XOXO

Dom was in a mood. He had thought that scaring the fuck out of J. King would make him feel better but it hadn't. Hector had brought the man into the garage and Dom had almost winced. Vince had destroyed his face. Then he remembered the bruise Letty had on her shoulder. The kind of bruise you only got when someone put their back into it.

"The problem," Dom began after a few moments of silence, "is that you put your hands on a member of my team. I don't think I would have been angry if it had been someone I was just acquainted with. I don't even think I would have been angry if it had been any other woman. But you put your hands on one of mine. Worse, you put your hands on one of the two women in my team."

"I'm sorry," he told Dom.

Dom had no doubt that after the beating Vince gave him that the man was apologetic. He squatted down to be eye level with him as he was on his knees, "no, you're not sorry yet."

"Please," he started to beg as Dom rose again. Dom kicked him in the face, knocking him to the ground. Then the ribs, the stomach, and ended by squatting again, "you do not want to touch one of mine again. Now say you're sorry."

Letty stood with Vince and Leon as they watched. The man rose to his knees, this time clutching his stomach, "I'm sorry."

She said nothing but spit in his face before turning and walking out. As she left she gave her judgment, "let him go."

"Lucky boy," Leon murmured.

"Very lucky," Vince cracked his knuckles.

Hector's boys pulled J. King up and brought him outside. Hector slapped hands with Dom, tipped an invisible hat, and left. Dom stretched his neck before turning back to the guys, "it's Saturday and we have a busy night, let's just call it quits. BBQ at the house for dinner."

Dom found her in the extra tool cabinet. She was pacing two feet again and again. She looked pissed. He didn't know if she had always looked this appealing when she was pissed but right now, to his eyes, she was sexy as sin. He didn't know how he felt about thinking of how sexy Letty looked.

"How you feeling," he asked.

She looked at him, "not as good as I thought I would after spitting in his face."

"Yeah," he agreed, "me either."

"What the hell happened this morning man," she finally asked.

"Hell if I know," Dom replied.

She looked up at him through the fringe of her bangs. Her dark eyes spoke volumes even though he was sure she didn't think they would. She was scared. Something had changed, maybe everything had changed. All he knew was that suddenly she wasn't just Letty, a trusted friend and needed member of his team. Suddenly she was a woman and he was a man. That simple and that fucking complicated.

XOXO

That night despite Dom's protest Letty and Mia accompanied the rest of the team to the races. Jesse lost, he was always just a bit too NOS happy, pushing his button too soon. Dom won and another race was done without any member of the team, a sign of respect to Letty for being out of commission because of the attack.

After the races everyone was invited to the Toretto home base to party, a regular Saturday night occurrence. Mia went up stairs to finish up an essay for which she spent an absurd amount of time researching. Leon found a ready and willing race whore relatively quickly and disappeared to his section of the basement. Vince was playing a military game on the PlayStation with Jesse.

Letty took her fourth or fifth beer outside intending to look at the stars and reflect on the fucked up direction her life had taken in the last 36 hours. Instead she ran into Dom and two barely clad race whores. That was the thing about race whores, they barely wore any clothes. Sure, Letty's personal favorite outfit, a leather mini and a see through top, was revealing but these girls were basically only in underwear, they weren't even pretending to be covered!

Dom was sitting on the bench and the two girls were on the picnic table, their legs draped over his shoulders as they bent close enough to brush him with their breasts. Letty felt her teeth clench and knew that if she didn't reign in on her temper she'd be knocking their expensive teeth out. She turned abruptly and almost wanted to sag in defeat when she heard his voice, "Letty? What's up?"

"Nothing," she didn't turn back, "just heading back in."

"Did you need to talk to me," he asked.

"Nope," she denied and rushed inside before she was forced to say anything more. She ran up the stairs and didn't stop running until she was in her room. She closed the door and locked it for good measure. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! This was not supposed to happen. She was not supposed to start feeling jealous and territorial.

Letty was an honest person to herself. That was why she didn't give a damn what anyone thought of her outside of her team. She was self-confident and self-possessed. She couldn't say that she had never thought of being with Dom. He was their leader and she was the only woman not genetically related to him who he trusted and respected. He was also tall, and muscular, and smelled as good after a day of fixing cars as he did fresh out of the shower. Oh yeah, she'd thought about it. But she had been sixteen when she thought about it. She'd had years to get over it. She had met guys, fucked around with guys, kicked guys to the curb. But now it was startlingly clear that all she had ever done was ignore the tell tale signs. And the whole situation was fucked. She would not fuck with Dom. Sometimes it felt like he was all she had. She refused to lose him because they couldn't control their hormones. Besides Dom seemed to have gotten over it all ready.

"This situation is fucked," she murmured out loud, and then to herself she added, "for me."