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Title: Home Coming
Author: Ms. Producer
Chapter: 12 / ?
Fandom: The Fast and The Furious
Rating: M
Warnings: Adult Situations, Harsh Language, Sexual Situations
Orientation: Het
Pairing: Dominic/Letty Dominic/OFC
Summary: Dominic's world is quickly turned upside down when his first love returns home after leaving him five years earlier
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS FROM THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS. ALL ORIGINAL CHARACTERS WERE CREATED BY ME.
Feedback: Absolutely, I look forward to it.
Notes: This story takes place three years after the events of TFATF.
Finally Tori reached the restaurant fifteen minutes late, she would have been there on time if it wasn't for her brief encounter with Dominic. She was surprised by the place Antonio had picked out, she didn't know what she was expecting but this certainly wasn't it. This place had valet parking and the whole works. When she passed the keys to the attendant, she spotted him treading back and forth, checking his watch.
Not wanting to be late, Antonio arrived fifteen minutes early, he had been there for a half an hour already. A nervous feeling was rising in him; he waited there hoping he hadn't been stood up. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought there was a boxing match going on in his stomach. He checked his watch one more time as he wore holes in his shoes. 'Pull yourself together man, she's coming.'
He looked as if he was deep in thought when Tori tapped him on the shoulder. "Hi…I'm sorry I'm late." She said innocently.
Antonio turned around and his jaw practically hit the floor. He stood there taking in the site of her, his eyes trailed up her caramel legs to her breasts that were perfectly in place. For a moment he wondered what she would look like naked. "Looking like that, you can be late anytime you want to."
"I'll take that as a complement." Tori watched as drool practically dripped from his lips, while he had stared at her breasts. She was flattered by his staring, but it was also making her a little uncomfortable. "Ahem!" She cleared her throat to bring him back to earth.
He stopped his longing gaze. "We should get inside." He opened the door, letting her enter first. He knew he would get brownie points for being a gentleman, and he could also get a better look at her ass. 'Nice'
The maitre d' greeted them as they walked inside.
"Hi, reservations for Torres." Said Antonio.
Antonio looked at the expression on Tori's face, she stood there looking at the beautiful chandelier that hung above her. He smiled and took her hand, he was surprised that she held on to him tightly. The maitre d' guided them to their table. Being the gentleman that he is, he pulled the chair out for her before he sat down. They ordered two drinks.
Tori was in complete shock. He was so different from what she had thought. "You are definitely on your "a" game tonight."
"I promised that you would have a great time."
"Well I'm enjoying myself so far." Emphasis on the so far. She appreciated Antonio's efforts. It was a really nice place and she couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, in his black slacks and gray Armani dress shirt. Something about him was different. The clothes, the restaurant, even the way he carried himself. He definitely wasn't like the other male racers she knew.
They made small talk while they ate. The food was delicious and the service was excellent. The company wasn't too bad either.
Antonio's eyes gazed upon her features; he had the most curious look on his face. "What exactly are you…if you don't mind me asking?"
Puzzled by his question, she got a little defensive. "Last time I checked I was a female homo sapien," she looked down checking her breasts, "yup, all there."
Antonio chuckled at her display. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Just how did you mean it?" Said Tori.
"You just look very exotic, that's all." He sipped his wine slowly.
"Oh I see…you want to know my nationality," she watched as he nodded his head yes. "Well my mother was black and my father was Dominican."
"I noticed you said was." Right after he let the words out of his mouth, he wished he hadn't.
"Yes," she took a long drink of her wine. "My dad died when I was sixteen from a brain aneurysm, and my mom died two years later from heart attack." Her face was blank trying to hide all expressions of sadness.
He knew it; he knew he shouldn't have taken the conversation in that direction. "I shouldn't have pried, I'm sorry"
"Don't be. It was years ago."
"So was your father into cars too?" He asked, putting the finishing touches on his steak.
Her smile replaced that blank expression on her face. "Are you kidding me, he lived and breathed them. He taught me everything there is to know about an automobile."
He wasn't surprised that the topic of cars brought about so much enthusiasm in her. "Did he race too?"
"Not since he got into an accident when I was three. It wasn't a bad one but my mom was not having it." Tori liked that he was actually paying attention and not just watching her lips move. "After that, him and Papa T, opened up the garage. They were the perfect team…Victor Peralta and Donovan Toretto.
"Donovan Toretto? As in Dominic Toretto?" He'd wondered what their ties were. "I take it you two have known each other for a long time"
"Yeah we grew up together."
"You two must be really close." He said quizzically.
She smiled. "You could say that." She knew what he was getting at but wanted to mess with his head a little.
"Okay, so I'm just gonna' ask… what's the deal with you and Dominic?"
Tori gave him a slight smirk. "Dom was my first boyfriend…hell, he was my first everything. We used to be together and now we're not."
"He must have been a fool to let you go."
"I really don't want to talk about that."
"I will say this though, the man is one hell of a racer. What's he running anyway?"
Tori could not contain her laughter. "Are you serious? Do you really think I'm going to tell you that?"
"No, but it was worth a try." He joined in on her laughter.
"I don't think discussing my ex is proper date talk. Besides, I want to know more about you." She twirled her fork in her pasta.
"Not much to tell." He stated shrugging his shoulders.
Tori looked down at the linen tablecloth and the people with their expensive fancy clothes. "Judging by this restaurant and that Armani shirt I think there is. Why do you hang out at the races? Are you some rich kid with a speed racer fetish?"
Her words hit a nerve because he looked as if he'd been insulted "I'm no rich kid. Everything I have I worked my ass off for."
Mimicking his actions from the first night they met, she leaned back and put her hands up. "I mean you no harm, I come in peace. No disrespect intended."
He let out a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get defensive, it's just that I came a long way from boosting cars."
Tori got really wide-eyed; she didn't take him for a criminal, not even a petty one. "I never pegged you for a car thief… that's interesting. What do you do now?"
"I'm a business consultant." He said with pride.
He was definitely different from all the men Tori had dated. Every guy she's ever gone out with had reminded her of Dom in some sort of way. It wasn't the same with Antonio, he and Dom were worlds apart. "How does a business consultant get into illegal street racing?"
"I can't help it. I have a Speed Racer fetish." He flashed her a coy smile and then laughed.
It was getting late, people came and went while Tori and Antonio sat there still talking. They were so wrapped up in each other sharing old stories, and loud laughs. After finally noticing the dirty looks the Maitre' d were giving them, they decided it was time to go. Antonio waited with Tori until her car came. After he opened the car door for her, they stood there face to face with an uncomfortable silence.
"I had a really nice time… thank you for dinner." Tori dreaded this part of dating. The 'awkward' goodbyes got her every time.
"I did too. Maybe we can do this again sometime soon?" Antonio felt like a teenager standing there not knowing if he should kiss her or not. It seemed like she was into him, but with women you can never be too sure.
"Sure…just give me a call."
"Alright… cool."
"Okay, well goodnight Antonio." She leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the cheek; something like the ones you give your grandmother.
"Goodnight Tori." He watched as she got in her car and pulled off.
His car pulled up right after her's took off. He sat there thinking for a second. This was not how he planned for his night to end, he wasn't expecting sex or anything but he thought he'd get more than a peck on the cheek. After mulling it over in his head he decided to catch up to Tori.
Tori drove in silence down the dark streets, obeying the speed limit for once. She was in her own little world, with her mind on Antonio. He was the first guy since Dom that she had serious thoughts about. Just as she was about to turn on Sunset, she caught a glimpse of Antonio's car in her rearview mirror. 'Is he following me?' She had no idea what he was up to, she decided to toy with him a bit. "Alright then, since you want to follow, let see if you can keep up." Tori mashed her foot down on the gas pedal dodging in and out of traffic. Five minutes passed and he was still on her, she was shocked.
There were loud honks everywhere as Tori graciously jumped from lane to lane, leap frogging through an array of cars. She looked in the rear view and smiled when she saw he was still behind her. "I'm done playing, it's time to lose you now." She made a sharp right up a one-way street in the wrong direction and disappeared into the darkness.
"Damn she's fast.". He was having a hard time keeping up with her. Not to mention, he didn't have a death wish and if he drove like she did, he would definitely end up in the hospital.
He losted her when she vanished up a one-way street. "Fuck!"
Tori pulled up in her driveway, smiling from ear to ear as she got out of her car. A pair of high beams came in her direction; the light was so bright she had to put her hand over her eyes to keep from being blinded. The lights cut off and she saw it was Antonio.
He got out of the car twirling his keys on his finger, with a shit-eating grin. "You almost lost me, but then I remembered I know where you live."
"You know, you're like borderline stalker right now, I never gave you my address. I take it you got that info from the same place you got my name." She didn't know if she should be upset or intrigued by his actions.
"I'm not a stalker." He replied walking up the driveway to her.
"Oh really?" She folded her arms across her chest.
"Yeah. I'm only here because I forgot something."
"What did you for-?"
Her words were cut short when Antonio wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "I forgot to get a proper goodnight kiss."
