Author's Note: Ugh so you guys! I had a request for sexytimes… and I wanted to challenge myself to write it. And I also had someone hit me with the idea of er… well a sort of getting caught in the act. So this relates back to the last chapter. This is the memory when Dom comes home from prison! And what better way for them to celebrate? I still have a bit of trouble writing the sexy parts so… hopefully its enjoyable! And of course, there is sex in this chapter. So you are warned.
A Home Coming
Waiting had become this game she would play with herself. Waiting for the next memory to come… waiting for the next person from her past to be shocked that she was alive. Waiting for the next time Agent Hobbs might show up on their doorstep and interrupt the sudden normalcy of life.
Right now she was waiting for Dom to get home from the garage, where he'd stayed late so that a client could pick up their car after hours. She'd offered to stick around with him, but he told her to go home and join Mia and Brian for dinner. After which she'd gone upstairs to the bedroom she often now shared with Dom, kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the big bed on her belly.
She let her mind wander, surrounded by the feeling of home and the comfort. The smell of Dom that lingered on his pillow. She could remember now how just after he'd gone prison she'd locked herself up in his room, buried her face in his pillow and cried.
How every night since that day she'd slept in this room, in the bed that had been his, and waited for him to come home again.
Every morning she'd gotten out of bed, roused Vince, eaten the breakfast Mia made them and then driven to the garage. They'd work long days, and she didn't mind it because it seemed to make the time pass more quickly. And at night when she had trouble sleeping in the big bed all alone she'd write a letter to Dom.
For two years she'd measured the days with waiting, punctuated only by brief, unsatisfying visits and the occasional return letter. She couldn't remember every detail of those years, couldn't remember the day Mia had graduated from high school, except she knew that she had been there. She couldn't remember the overnighter she'd pulled when she'd gotten picked up for street-racing to try and earn some extra money. She could remember struggling to pay the bills, could remember the frustration of dealing with Vince, and how Mia had put off college for a year to work full time at the garage helping with detailing and the accounts.
Letty rolled onto her back to look up at the ceiling, sifting through her wandering thoughts, plucking at the strings of painful memories to try and find a thread of happiness.
It had taken her hours to fall asleep the night before Dom was supposed to come home. Not only because she was excited, but because she was nervous. It had been two years since he'd been locked away, since she'd seen him without the constant presence of correctional officers, sitting in a room full of convicts and their families.
But now he was coming home. And she wouldn't have to write anymore letters, or schedule anymore visits. And the fact that he'd be back both thrilled and terrified her. Two years had been long enough to change them both, and she knew it had. She was 19 now, and she'd had to grow up fast. She'd had to learn to take care of herself.
She'd always been tough, but she knew that now she was a lot rougher. Letty didn't take anyone's shit, and that's how she'd been able to keep things running. It had been how she'd been able to get through every day of the last two years.
But when the alarm went off at 7 am she rolled over to blink blearily at the ceiling and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She stumbled to the shower and was inside with the hot water beating down on her before her mind registered the fact that she was awake and today was the day Dom came home. The nerves rushed back, along with the excitement and she took the extra time to shave her legs before stepping out of the shower and drying off.
Clad in a pair of black jeans and a grey t-shirt she left her hair damp and her feet bare and wandered down to the kitchen where Mia was already making breakfast. Vince was sitting at the table still in the same clothes from the day before- which he'd probably slept in, looking barely awake and drinking a cup of black coffee.
Letty poured herself a cup and smiled over at Mia, who smiled back.
"What time can we go get Dom?" she asked, and Letty was sure the girl had asked her at least a dozen times already.
"They start processing him at 9 and it shouldn't take too long so whoever is going to pick him up should go then."
"Aren't we all going to go?" Mia asked.
"He doesn't want to have a family reunion at the prison, Mi. Vince can go get him and bring him home. Then you can hug him and cry to your heart's content."
"I'm not going to cry," Mia mumbled, transferring the scrambled eggs to a serving bowl.
"Yes you are," Vince put in from the table. "Letty's right. I'll bring Dom home. It will be easiest."
Letty stared up at the ceiling, blinking slowly. She could remember how long those two hours had seemed to drag on. How she'd barred Vince from the fridge after he'd gone for a beer. When he'd argued with her she'd told him he had to drive and it would be pretty fucking stupid if he got arrested on his way to pick up Dom from jail.
Muttering he'd retreated to the basement where the sounds of his guitar had drifted up through the closed door.
She pushed herself up to sit on the bed, rubbing at her temples.
She could remember how, tired – she'd come back upstairs and sprawled face down in the bed. The bed that had stopped smelling like Dom weeks after he'd been gone. After an hour of trying she'd given up on sleep, gone downstairs and out to the garage.
Time passed faster when she was working and with the garage being busy it had been a while since she'd done maintenance on the Charger. She lost herself in the work and was just finishing up an oil change, wiping her hands when she heard the scuff of boots on the driveway.
She looked up to find Dom standing there, white t-shirt stretched over his muscles, wearing the new work boots they'd sent with Vince. Nothing he'd brought into the prison would have fit him anymore. It still struck Letty how much bigger he'd gotten.
She realized suddenly that she was staring and she set down the cloth in her hands, stepping out from behind the car.
"Dom…" she breathed and he was taking the few steps towards her and then she was in his arms, holding on for all she was worth.
For what seemed like eternity they stood there, wrapped up each other, not saying a word. Just absorbing the feel of each other. She couldn't get over the fact that he was right here, with her. Home… it finally felt right, felt whole.
His hand tangled in her hair, which she'd let grow and hadn't bothered blowing out this morning. He leaned in close so their noses brushed together, and she felt his breath against her lips and she grinned, hands fisting at the hem of his shirt behind his back.
"You have no idea how damn good you feel," he murmured, nuzzling behind her ear. "God, I've missed you. Missed touching you…"
She'd missed him too, and even the naughtiest dreams her mind conjured up were nothing but tortuous reminders of how much it sucked to be without her man. The celibacy routine was certainly not for her.
"Touch me now," she told him and he reached back to tug the garage door shut.
It fell with a bang but neither of them noticed as Dom claimed her lips in a hungry kiss. There was no slow build. She wanted him without him having to touch her. Letty yanked his shirt up over his head and slid her hands over the broad spread of his chest. Gasped as he kissed his way down her throat, hands cupping her breasts through her t-shirt and bra. She arched into his touch, fingers making quick work of his belt buckle.
He groaned against her skin as she slid the leather through his pant loops and tossed it to the floor. Her shirt joined his on the floor and he paused to survey the black lace of her bra.
"Dom…" she complained, then bit down on her lower lip as his tongue teased her nipple through the lace.
She dragged her nails down his back, fingers digging into his hips. Dom's hands shaped the curve of her ass, lifting her up to set her on one of the workbenches. She spread her legs and drew him against her as he lifted his head to kiss her again, deeper. She swept her tongue into his mouth, clutching at his back as he unclasped her bra and slipped it off, tossing it over his shoulder.
"Fuck…" she whimpered, grinding her hips against his with impatience. "Dom, I can't wait any longer."
He unbuttoned her jeans and slid down the zipper. Then lifted her hips to slide the denim down over them and tugged them off her legs, leaving her sitting in only a pair of black lacy underwear. She gazed at him with dark, hooded eyes and grinned slyly, hooking her thumbs under the waistband and wiggling them off. She kicked them to the floor.
"Lose the pants," she ordered with a purr.
He grinned at her slowly as he undid the pants, then stepped out of them. She let her gaze slide over his body slowly, reached for him when he stepped back towards her, wrapped her hand around him, feeling his groan rumble through his chest as he slid his hands up her thighs to rest on his hips. She kissed him deeply, legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed against her. Threw her head back as he slid into her, hands clenching at his back as he pressed his face against her throat, both of them breathing heavily.
She dug her heel into the back of his thigh and moaned his name as he began to move, thrusting into her slowly. Letty took Dom's face in her hands and kissed him, moaning into his mouth as he arched into her deeply. She reached behind her, sweeping the tools off the bench to clatter to the floor, then lay back on the unfinished wood. Braced one arm against the wall behind her, her hips flexing up to meet his thrusts. Dom tangled one hand in her hair, burying his face against her throat, murmuring her name against her skin, his other hand on her hip, fingers bruising as he fucked her.
She was so close, nails scratching at his back, digging into his hips and ass, urging him deeper, murmuring mindlessly in both English and Spanish. Then all the sudden he stilled, hands braced on either side of her as the garage door slammed open and Mia's voice filtered in.
"What are you guys doing out he- Oh my god!"
The door promptly slammed shut again with her shouting an apology.
Letty groaned softly, biting down on her lower lip to stifle her laughter.
"Very funny," Dom muttered, sliding one hand down her thigh to lift her leg, knee bent over his shoulder.
Letty gasped, her body clenching tightly around him. It wasn't very hard to forget about Mia's interruption and finish what they'd started.
Amused as hell, Letty slid off the bed as she heard the approaching sound of the Charger's engine. She went down the stairs, passing the living room where Brian and Mia were cuddled up together in front of a movie. She ducked into the kitchen just as Dom stepped in through the back door.
He grinned widely as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned up to pull him into a deep kiss, nibbling at his lower lip. Nuzzling at his throat she smiled slyly.
"So where hasn't Mia walked in on us having sex?" she asked and he laughed.
"Not many places," he admitted, kissing at her ear "The kitchen?"
"Oh goody," she said. "And we're already in it."
He leaned down to kiss her again, his hands framing her face and sweeping back into her dark hair. She murmured into his mouth, hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders. She laughed when she felt his hands squeeze the curve of her ass and lift her up.
"Some things never change," she murmured, slipping her arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss just behind his ear. "Like your obsession with my ass."
"It's an amazing ass, what can I say?" He sat her up on the counter and kissed her again.
He still smelled like oil and car exhaust from a day working at the garage, but she found it an unbelievable turn on. She opened her mouth to grant access to his tongue, relishing in the taste of him, the feel of his callused fingers rubbing at the soft skin just above the waistline of her pants.
"You know," he murmured breathlessly, pulling back from their kisses. "Mia is going to kill us if we have sex in the kitchen…"
"Oh well," she grinned, hooking her fingers into his shirt and pulling him back to her. "At least we'll enjoy our last moments."
And enjoy they did.