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I Felt It P2

It took three years before Letty told Dom she loved him. No matter how easy it had become for Dom to tell her every now and again, her responses were a wide range of everything but the exact words, "I love you." Her favourites seemed to be "I know," occasionally he got a kiss and sometimes he even got nothing more than a knowing smirk.

But the moment he finally did hear those words, by god did he notice them slip passed her lips, even if she hadn't. It was at the typical, familiar atmosphere of a Toretto house party. And it was one of those rare occasions that the two had been completely joint at the hip the entire night.

There were multiple people that had fallen out to the dark back yard, the house now practically overflowing. Including Dom, who sat in his usual seat at the picnic table that took permanent residence outback for their weekly family barbeques. It didn't take long for the slightly buzzed Latina to come almost skipping out the back door with two fresh bottles of Corona in hand as she joined Dom and couple of random guys he was talking too. She settled herself on the arm of Dom's chair, but barely made contact with it before his muscly arm was snaking around her and shifting her into his lap instead, not that she showed any signs of protesting.

Conversation batted between the two and the group of people they knew by faces from the races; laughs and drinks being shared within that small group as well as the other groups of people throughout the house. And through it all, Letty sat comfortable on Dom's lap, one arm slung around his shoulder for balance and the other resting in her lap with a bottle of Corona in her grasp; where Dom held his own and his other arm had settled itself around Letty's waist and his hand fell against her thigh.

Somewhere amongst the conversations, the brunette had shifted slightly and rested her head on Dom's shoulder. The different types of drunken Letty were no secret, and Dom's personal favourite was when the alcohol went south and she became frisky Letty; which was exactly where she had been heading all night. So, he didn't even flinch when the Latina's warm breath could be felt over his neck and her lips quickly found the skin as she pressed feather-light kisses just below his ear. Nobody seemed to notice though, and if they did, they didn't care, even with Dom's smirk. And then it happened.

"I love you," the words slipped passed her lips, so quiet that only he heard but it was evident to everyone that they had lost Dom's attention instantly and they all continued speaking with each other and began ignoring the two love-birds. Dom couldn't see Letty's face; he only felt her lips still wandering over his skin before she giggled very faintly and rolled her head to lie against his shoulder once again, glancing back over to the other people who took no notice.

"You realise that's the first time you've ever said that to me," his voice was low and a chuckle was threatening to slip passed his lips. "It's only taken you three years," and with that, he did chuckle softly.

Letty exhaled deeply and leant back against him a little more. Becoming even more aware of his arms around her and how his bare arms pressed against the skin of her own bare arms. Dom's chin pressed down onto her shoulder lightly as he made an attempt to get even closer to her which was near impossible at this point.

"It's not like I don't show it," she spoke softly and because of the fact that they were both in their own metaphorical bubble, her words were heard over the noise of every other conversation and nobody else could hear them either, save from Dom. She felt him nod once against her shoulder.

"In your own way," he retorted. Letty shifted slightly so she was able to twist her head and look up at him, meeting his eyes.

"Are you complaining, Toretto?" Her eyebrows rose and he retaliated with a smirk, and as soon as he had, she was matching his with one of her own.

"Nah," he shook his head once, then tried and failed to supress his smile. "I knew you loved me," Letty couldn't draw herself away from the smug look plastered all over Dom's face and she fought the urge to push him off of her in annoyance. But it was safe to say that the alcohol had flooded her system and pushed her straight to a stage of affection; she wanted him as close to her as possible. "I knew you showed your feelings rather than say them."

"Well, yeah," she begun, nodding to emphasize her point. "Just saying them don't mean shit," Letty muttered with a soft, nonchalant shrug. "They're called feelings for a reason. It's because you're supposed to feel them, not say them."

The Latina barely got the last two words out before Dom's hand had slid down her arm to find hers and was turning her on her heel to face him. She didn't protest, she didn't even put up a fight, not that it would matter even if she did. Dom's strength was enough to pick her up over his shoulder and walk her through the entire house and up and down the stairs a million times over, so turning her to face him could have been done with the strength in his pinkie. And then his lips were pressed against hers hard, heatedly and almost completely forcefully, but it took merely a second before she was responding to his motives with just as much want. Her hands moved to grip his shirt slightly and then their lips were moving in sync and tongues were fighting for dominance.

When Dom reluctantly pulled away and shot very brief glares over Letty's shoulder, it didn't take her long to realise the people they had previously been talking to, had noticed their public display of affection and that Dom was scowling them to carry on and ignore the two. And at the thought, a faint giggle escaped the brunette, but not once did her gaze waver away from the taller man who stood practically against her. He finally glanced back down at her with an innocent glint in his eyes and she noticed it instantly.

"Love you," he spoke and the innocence in his eyes was radiating over the rest of his features and slowly but very powerfully, a shit eating grin spread across his lips.

Instinctively, Letty rolled her eyes, like she did almost every time that grin was on display for her benefit. Her body moved along with her eyes as she turned very slightly to one side as though preparing to walk away, but with Dom's gentle, yet firm, grip on her waist, he was turning her back around to face him and not giving her any way of escape. His eyebrow rose expectantly and as soon as his eyes were burning through her once again, Letty found herself fighting away a smirk that began to peek through nonetheless. And then the words were being said once again in a low voice, and no matter how reluctant she seemed to be, he knew it was only because she hated letting him win. But every part of her knew she meant it, and so did he. Not because she said it, but because of the smile she eventually gave him before her lips moved to form those words once again.

"Love you."