Disclaimer: I don't own ant TFATF characters, any others, are mine. Please don't sue me lol.

Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By her sixteenth birthday, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.

A/n Ok I liked where my song fic was headed so I decided this is going to dig deeper into that plot and turn it into an entire story.

Dom's POV

Was I falling for Letty? No, I don't think so. I guess you could say I was realizing she had grown up. She now had wonderful curves, a feisty attitude and a great smile, even though her teeth were kinda crooked from that last night at her house. Yup, Letty was growing into a beautiful young woman, but I wasn't even paying attention at the time. She was more like a sister to me, always by my side. I remember when my father died, how supportive she was and how I had responded to it.

I was eighteen, she was sixteen and it was one of the hottest summers ever. Dad had a huge race in Palm Dale tomorrow, and he was letting me and Vince go with him. Letty wanted to go really bad, but Dad said she had to stay since Mia needed help around the house. Letty had been sulking all day long about not getting to go and I was feeling particularly big headed. "Bet you wish you could go, huh, Letty?" I laughed walking into the garage.

"Shut up, Dom," she huffed, "You sound like a five-year-old."

"Ah you know I'm just playing with you," I smiled at her. She gave me that fuck-you look, but returned the smile.

"I promise I'll bring you back something," I tried to make her feel better about it.

"Don't worry about it," she said standing up and beginning to put away the tools that were strewn around the garage. Her baggy jeans were slowly slipping down her little hips as she bent down to get another torque wrench. I watched as she threw it into the toolbox and stretched her arms above her head. Her skin was a beautiful shade of bronze, flawless and totally perfect to me. I suddenly found myself staring into a large pair of black eyes, and I nearly fell back in surprise.

"Look much?" she teased, having caught me staring at her.

"At you?" I tried to play it off, "Nothing to stare at." Her gaze fell, and she walked out of the garage silently. Even though I was eighteen, I still found ways to belittle her. Why did I do it? Hell, I don't even know, but what matters is that I was always picking on her and making her feel like shit. I heaved a heavy sigh and walked inside, ready to apologize to Letty. She was helping set the table for dinner and I was about to walk up and start talking to her, but V found me first.

"So you ready for tomorrow, man?" I distantly heard him say. I was paying attention as I watched her move around the table. It seemed as though everything had faded away, everything but the beat of my heart and Letty standing in front of me. She never looked up, never questioned my gaze which I knew she could feel. All that mattered in that moment was her, her radiance. I knew right then that I needed Letty, my heart knew it, but my mind just wouldn't except it.

"Dom?!" Vince yelled in my face, "What are you lookin at?" I snapped back into reality and quickly turned my attention back to V.

"Hey don't yell, man," I said and walked over to help Mia. Letty finished the table and went to tell Dad dinner was ready. Mia had cooked roast beef and it was always delicious. My baby sister was gonna make some man very happy some day. Dad didn't talk at all about tomorrow during dinner. I knew it was because Letty couldn't go, but I didn't bother pointing this out. We cleaned up and all crashed out early because we needed to be up by four the next morning.

The drive to Palm Dale was uneventful, but me and V talked Dad's ear off the entire way. When we arrived at the track, we immediately went over to Dad's car that had been brought there earlier. I remember my dad had run the Charger at another track in this city before, it had made the quarter mile in nine seconds. Today, he was doing stock car. V and I grabbed seats in the very front row about two hours later, giddy with anticipation. Dad smiled and waved as he climbed in the car, the race was about to begin.

All of the cars pulled into formation and we stood for the national anthem. I whispered a silent prayer for Dad to win because it was the last race and it meant so much to him. My heart pounded in my chest as the engines revved and finally, the flag was dropped. Tires screeched as the cars sped down the track. Dad already had a good start and I just knew the race was his. Most of the race was dull, my father gaining the lead inch by inch. Finally, there were only five laps left to go. Dad and a guy name Linder were neck in neck as they turned the corners with ease. Dad was on the inside as Linder fought for the lead. Three laps left. Please make it Dad. Come on you can do it, just a few more inches. One more lap. Yes, Dad got the lead.

My heart felt like it had been ripped right out of my chest. Linder's car just narrowly clipped Dad's bumper and sent his car crashing into the wall. I felt as though I couldn't breath, my throbbing pulse the only noise I could make out. My father's car exploded and I heard his screams of agony as the fire spread throughout the car. I felt nothing, saw nothing, but my father's smiling face and then seeing it disappear, as though I was looking at a picture where his face had been torn out. I didn't feel my feet caring me to the track; I didn't hear my screams of pain as a wave of tears waved over me. People pulled me back as I fought to get to my father, as though I could help him. I felt V grab my arm and half help half carry me out of the track. My eyes burned as I sat down on the curb outside of the building. Hunching over, I cried so hard but V never said anything.

That was probably the hardest day of my life. Some guys from my dad's pit crew drove us back home, but I felt completely numb. I didn't say anything to anyone for a few days, only sat alone in my room drinking one of Dad's Coronas after another. Most nights, I would pass out before ten, then wake up at three in the afternoon just to do it all over again. Mia and V tried to talk to me tried to get me to leave my room, to change my clothes, to do anything. Letty never said anything to me only gave me that look of understanding. About three days after my father's death, she brought me dinner.

She didn't even knock when she brought the tray of food in. Apparently, Mia had made lasagna and wanted me to eat something. "You should eat," Letty said, her voice barely above a whisper. My eyes met hers, the pain of mine reflected in hers. Slowly, she walked over to where I sat in the bed and took the half-empty bottle from my hand. She sat it down on my nightstand and took my large hands in hers. She stood up and helped my stand up as well. I knew I had to smell by now, having not changed or even bothered to shower since that day. She pulled me into the bathroom, and without saying a word, stripped of my clothes.

I would have protested to Letty seeing me naked, but it just seemed not worth the effort. Slowly, she pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it to the floor and then began unzipping my pants. Once I was standing in my boxers, she turned the knobs in the shower and pulled off her own shirt. Her breasts were large and round in the lacy bra she wore, I had never even noticed how nice they were until now. She pulled down her shorts and proceeded to slip off my boxers. I lifter my feet and she pulled them off my legs. I seemed so weird all of the sudden, so strange and yet, so forbidden to be standing here completely naked with Letty.

I decide the feeling had a certain pleasure to it and I helped her out of her underwear. She just watched me, entranced, as I pulled off her bran and panties. I met her gaze as she pulled me under the warm spray. The water droplets danced down her body, over her soft hips, across her caramel thighs. I tried to keep my mind from wandering as I fought to keep control. If I started thinking of her, she would immediately know. She grabbed the bar of soap and began to rub it between her palms. When she had them lathered, she began spreading the foam across my body. Her feathery touch sent sensations all across my body, and I fought to keep my desires hidden.

Her little palms worked hard to clean me and finally, she had finished with me. She took the bar of soap again and began spreading it across her own body. I grabbed her hands and took the soap from her. Her large, wondrous eyes met mine and she suddenly looked venerable and frightened. I only gave her a reassuring smile and began lathering her up. My hands moved down her shoulders to the tops of her breasts. I hesitated, but when she didn't protest, I ran the soap across her tits. Her nipples hardened against my fingers tips and I fought the urge to take her and slowly moved my hands across her belly. Take her? I thought to myself, why now, do I want Letty. Because you love her that's why. No, I don't love Letty I'm just depressed and really, really horny. I pushed all my thoughts to the back of my mind as I rubbed her legs. She just watched me in silence as I washed my hands off under the water. I turned back to her and took her into my arms. Her eyes told of surprise, of longing, but her voice said nothing.

It was almost as though we had an understanding in that moment, something beyond words. She tilted her head up, and I found her lips. They were soft, luscious as I slipped my tongue over them. Why had I never kissed Letty before? Her mouth opened for me and I snaked my tongue out. Her tongue was hot against mine as they danced together. I was trying to be as gentle as I could when my hands found her breasts. She arched her back of the shower tiles as I kneaded her tit with my hand. Her nipple hardened once again against my palm and I rolled it lightly between my fingers. She moaned softly as I did this and I felt myself beginning to respond to her. Her hands snaked out around my back and she pulled me even closer to her, like she thought I was going to suddenly disappear.

My hands began to drift, one was woven into her hair, and the other was trailing down her belly to her folds. I raked my finger lightly across her clit and felt her tighten in response. I ran my finger across her entrance and slowly entered her. She was hot and wet against my digit, her heat fitting tightly around my finger. A virgin? I smiled against her lips as I slipped another finger into her. She squirmed a little against me, but delighted in the feeling as I began slipping my fingers in and out of her. Pretty soon, her body was bucking against my fingers as she came.

Slowly, she collapsed against me, the rush of her orgasm taking her energy. I turned off the shower and dried off. After drying her off, I picked her up and carried her to my room. I laid her down on the bed and bent over her, my lips taking hers hungrily. Cautiously, she put her hand around me and began stroking. I immediately stiffened in her hand and she pulled me closer to her. Spreading her legs, she looked deep into my eyes and nodded. I grabbed a condom off the dresser and put it on. Positioning myself at her entrance, I pushed into her slowly. Her head fell back and her brow furrowed in pain. Putting her hands around my shoulders she moved to make it easier for me to enter her.

She was silky and deliciously tight against me, and I began pumping into her as gently as I could. After a few moments, she relaxed around me and began rocking her hips up to meet me. I drove deeper into her, filling her to the brim. All thoughts of hurting Letty were lost as she whispered huskily, "Harder." I dove harder and faster into her, feeling myself reaching the edge. A few more thrusts and she soared into her orgasm screaming my name. I exploded deep within her, flying into the wonderful sensations of the bliss. I rolled off of her and fought to catch my breath beside her. Soon, he breathing had slowed and I knew she was sleep. I lay wide-awake, thinking about what had just happened.

I couldn't believe I had just fucked Letty. What had come over me? My hands flew up around my face and I searched for what I would say to her tomorrow. I couldn't believe I had just used her like that, that I was such an asshole. My exhaustion eventually caught up with me, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Letty was still asleep next to me. I felt like shit when I looked at her innocent face. I had taken the one thing she had to give; I had stolen it from her. She probably thought I cared about her, probably thought I loved her. I did kinda like her, ok I liked her a lot, but I was just not going to be with Letty. Letty wasn't for me. She deserved more, much more, more than I could give her. I heard her yawn and her eyes fluttered open. "Morning, Dom," she smiled as she looked up at me.

"Letty," I began, "What happened last night was a mistake." I got up and pulled my boxers on. The look of shock on her face was unbearable and so I went to leave the room, but stopped to say, "I'm sorry I used you. I was just drunk and well, I'm sorry." I slammed the door behind me. I stood against the wall; unable to believe I had just broken poor Letty's heart. I did like her, I was attracted to her, but she couldn't ever know that. If they were to ever become something, Letty would never have an opportunity to do more with her life. She would never succeed with me dragging her down.