I had a hard time deciding whether or not to post this chapter only because when Letty kissed Dom in the cemetery in Furious 7, it was so gentle and slow that it seemed like their first kiss since he found her. But considering how much Jack aged and the fact that Fast & Furious 6 came out in 2013 and Furious 7 in 2015, Letty had been back with the family for at least a year and a half or so, probably a little longer depending on the month. I know I wouldn't be able to resist that man for even a second if he walked up to me and said he was my boyfriend lol. So, out of my hope that Dom and Letty weren't celibate between 6 and 7, came this little piece. And yes, that means this one is rated M ;) Enjoy!

[Los Angeles, California-2014]

"It feels like home."

-Leticia Toretto to Dominic Toretto in Fast & Furious 6

They were a tangled mass of wet limbs standing under the spray of water, which had long grown cold by now. Letty's back was pressed against the shower wall, her left leg wrapped around Dom's waist and one of Dom's hands buried between her legs. As he stroked two fingers in and out of her, she pumped his manhood at the same pace. Their lips, attached to one another's, moved feverishly together.

At the same time he felt her teeth bite down gently on his lower lip, her walls tightened around his fingers. Unselfish as he was with her, he slowly pulled her hand from his member. Planting open-mouthed kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbone until he reached her breasts. With his free hand, he squeezed one of her breasts while he took the other in his mouth, teasing her nipple with his tongue.

She moaned loudly, her hands on his shoulders and fingers digging into his skin. "Shit," She hissed when he pressed his thumb firmly against her clit. And when he curled his fingers inside her, she nearly screamed in pleasure.

He rolled his eyes up to her face, watching her come undone. As he felt her essence coat his fingers, he traced a path between her breasts and back up to her lips with his tongue, kissing her softly.

"I need you." She nearly pleaded against his lips and he could have sworn that he was dreaming.

But then her lips began a trail across his jawline, her teeth nipping at his earlobe before traveling to his neck. And as he pushed into her wet heat, he knew that even in his dreams, it wouldn't have felt like this.

Dom's hands settled on her ass, her legs wrapped around Dom's waist as he stroked in and out of her. Her head was tilted back as Dom's lips bit and sucked at her neck. "Dom," She moaned his name, her nails digging into the skin of his back.

The sound was like music to his ears and he fought to control himself. The way she moaned his name had always been one of the sexiest things to him, and despite the fact that she didn't remember, the way she did it hadn't changed.

Her naturally husky voice paired with her breathless whisper nearly drove him crazy. It was something that he'd experienced only in his dreams for the past few years she was gone. And hearing it for the first time in what felt like an eternity to him made his heart leap.

"Fuck Letty," He groaned, lifting his head to look at her.

Her eyes were closed, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

"Look at me, baby."

She did as he said, lifting her head from the shower wall and placing a hand on the back of his neck as she met his eyes.

He continued to lift her up and down on his shaft, her walls clenching him tight and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Remembering what always sent her over the edge, he demanded in a low growl, "Come for me, Letty."

"Oh God," She moaned loudly as she came undone and they brought their lips together.

Dom followed her, his manhood fully buried within her as he came inside of her.

Their breathing was rapid as they clung to each other, coming down from the high of their releases.

After a while, Letty lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled up at him. "I should let you finish your shower, Papa." She said while disentangling herself from him.

Dom only nodded and waited for her to climb out and pull the curtain back before he rested his hands on the wall and hung his head, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head in disapproval at his own actions.

This had not been the plan. They had been back in LA for months now and Letty still had no signs of remembering her life there. There was nothing he could do but give her time, he wasn't going to rush her when, in her mind, she had no idea who he really was. Sex was the last thing on his mind, but while Letty's mind had forgotten every other encounter they had, he certainly hadn't. And neither had his body. His body responded to hers in a way he couldn't control, no matter how hard he tried. So when Letty slid back the shower curtain and he caught sight of her naked as the day she was born, he couldn't stop the effect it had on him. Nor could he stop himself from responding when she crashed her lips against his and pressed her bare chest against his muscled one. And when her hand traveled south to grasp a certain part of him, well, you could say the old saying 'thinking with your other head' came into play. And he couldn't help but explore her body too, the one he thought he would never get the chance to touch again.

But it wasn't right. No matter how good and right it felt, it just wasn't. They were in two different worlds. One where the only thing he wanted was right in front of him, just inches out of reach. And she was in one where she had no idea why, why it was her. She didn't know who she had been, she didn't know who they had been and while they could hope, there was really nothing they could do to make the memories come back.

Sighing in defeat, he shut the water off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his body while noticing that Letty had failed to close the door and was, like him, still dripping wet with only a towel on as she searched through drawers for something to wear. He groaned and quietly closed the door enough to obscure his vision of her. He dried off and dressed in a pair of jeans and a wife beater, emerging from the bathroom to find Letty engrossed in some horror movie playing on the television, one of his t-shirts hanging loosely on her body.

"You coming down for some breakfast?" He asked.

"In a bit." She responded, her eyes never leaving the television screen.

Dom only nodded and retreated out of the room, taking the stairs slowly. It bugged him. She was acting weird. In the previous months they had been here, she had barely even kissed him. Sure, they slept in the same bed together and most nights he would hold her until she fell asleep. But that was something that they had both agreed upon since the first night she wandered into his room. Because he often needed to be reminded that she was there, that luck was an understatement in their situation.

He made his way to the kitchen and collapsed in a chair at the table, earning him confused looks from Brian, who sat across from him with a full plate of food, and Mia who was still cooking. Jack was seated in his high chair beside his father.

"Something wrong, man?" Brian asked, shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"It's just," Dom began, shaking his head. "Letty's just been acting weird lately."

"How so?" Mia questioned from her spot at the stove.

"She's been calling me Papa. She steals my beer. She's been wearing my clothes. Hell, she even jumped into the shower with me this morning!" Dom exclaimed.

"Oh, come on." Brian joked, gesturing to his food.

Mia took the pan off the burner and placed the bacon on a plate before placing the plate on the table, Brian immediately reaching in for a piece of the meat.

Mia approached her brother and placed a hand on his shoulder. "That's not her acting weird, Dom. That's Letty."

Brian paused mid-chew and gently set his fork down on his plate, watching Dom intently.

Dom's eyebrows furrowed together and his head tilted in thought.

Both Brian and Mia watched as the look of recognition flashed across his face and he suddenly jumped up from his seat and bounded back up the stairs.

"Letty!" He called, stopping in the doorway of the room.

She turned to look at him, her eyebrows arched in question. "What?"

"Do you remember something?" He asked simply, pointing a finger at her.

Letty narrowed her eyes at him. "Is this some kind of joke?" She asked, looking around the room as if expecting the Punk'd crew to pop out of nowhere.

"You've been acting weird lately." He continued, ignoring her question. "Weird for," He paused. "For this situation."

"I've been acting weird?" Letty repeated. "You want to give me an example?"

"You jumped into the shower with me this morning, Letty!" He exclaimed, pointing to the bathroom as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"So?" She shrugged. "You seemed like you enjoyed it enough."

"Letty!" He shouted. "This is not funny." He exhaled loudly, running a hand over his head. "Are you remembering and not telling me?"

Letty sighed. "No, Dom. I don't remember." She answered. "But what I feel, Dom, is so much stronger than those memories."

"What do you mean?" He asked, walking over to the bed and perching on the side of it.

Letty shifted in the bed to face him, her mouth open with no words coming out as she shook her head, as if her own thoughts didn't make sense to her.

"Tell me." He encouraged her, sliding his hand across the bed to grasp hers.

She glanced down at their hands before rolling her eyes back up to meet his. "I'm falling in love with you." She said simply. "I may not remember why or the exact moment that it happened, but I feel it. And I'm not afraid to admit it anymore. Maybe that's what I needed." Her fingers curled around his hand. "You asked me on our first day here if any of this was familiar to me and I said no. But I also told you that it felt like home and you told me that was good enough for you. Well this is good enough for me. What I feel is enough."

Dom remained silent, sure his ears were betraying him. But when he looked into Letty's eyes, he saw something he never thought he would see again. Trust. Love. Longing. That ride or die look that kept them going, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

"Then that's good enough for me too." He said, lifting his free hand to cup the back of her head, bring her lips down on his. "I love you so much, Letty." He said against her lips.

She pulled away slightly to look into his eyes, a smile on her face. "I know. I feel that too."