For Jarnac50 - cus you wanted happy
'It Girl' by Jason Derulo
You could be my it girl,
Baby you're the shit girl,
Lovin' you could be a crime,
Crazy how we fit girl,
This is it girl give me 25 to life,
I just wanna rock all night long,
And put you in the middle of my spotlight,
You could be my it girl,
You're my biggest hit girl,
"… and so if we worked together we could make a killing." Hector was saying, his eyes bright as he explained his idea for the up coming Race Wars. "Seriously if we did this as a joint thing we could take it all."
"I see where you're coming from, and it makes sense. Plus you wouldn't have to face any of my team." Dom responded and couldn't resist adding the slight dig; he might be king of the streets but his team also ruled. "Who you thinking of?"
"Me, and a couple of my boys." Hector said, him two of his best, plus team Toretto would be more than enough to dominate at the desert race event. "The rest won't know what's hit them… not even that Asian crew who've been –"
"Hold that thought." Dom said, raising a hand to cut him off mid sentence, and started to walk off even before he had finished speaking.
"Oh but Dom!" A famine voice whined, its owner making to move quickly after him. The fact that he had been ignoring her since she sidled up to him and that he's brushed her away like a mosquito apparently hadn't deterred her.
"Hey, hey. Slow your roll girl." Hector said, snagging the redhead by one arm and pulling her backwards. He'd seen just what had so effectively grabbed Toretto's attention. "You don't wanna mess with this one."
The redhead pulled free of his grip and shot him a poisonous look from cat like eyes, before turning to stare in the direction Dom had departed in. She could see 'this one' as Hector had called her and she sure didn't look like anything special as far as she was concerned.
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It hadn't been until he saw the Nissan 240SX with its distinctive magenta and gold paint-work roll into view that Dom realised that he had been watching for it all night. It was only with the onset of relief that he understood how tense her not being there had made him. For someone so used to being master of his own fate this need to have another person with him, to know she was all right, was a new feeling. But one he decided he rather liked.
Letty Ortiz climbed out and bumped the door shut with her hip, looking around as she did so. With one hand she pushed dark hair out of her face while the other slipped in Nissan's keys into a jacket pocket. She hadn't spotted him yet and he took the opportunity to take her in. The dark jeans hugged her figure as did the olive green buster she paired with it. A feminine outfit, but one that was also comfortable and easy to move in. It was so very her.
She stood out from the crowed, her outfit and attitude setting her apart from the majority of the other young woman that called the street racing scene home. Yet at the same time she fitted in perfectly. Surrounded by flashy imports outfitted with every mod con going and lovingly maintained muscle cars that could out perform most new models Letty looked right at home. In this place, in this world was just where she belonged. Just as he belonged to it, and together they could rule it all.
She made a second sweep of the crowed and this time spotted him headed in her direction. The smile that crossed her face all but stole his breath. He knew that Letty thought her face was at best passably pretty, if not all that thrilling, an opinion he highly disagreed with. And when she smiled with the full force of her personality, that beautiful face became even more vibrant and striking. It was just such a smile she was currently giving him.
"Sorry I'm late." She called out as soon as he was with in shouting distance, and ginned even more when Dom shook his head, indicating her lateness didn't matter.
"Just glad you're here." He said slipping an arm around her shoulders and marvelling, as he always did, at just how perfectly she fit there. Her body fitting snugly against his, as they moved off their paces instantly sinking together without conscious thought.
"Like anything could keep me away." Letty said, her eyes sparkling as she craned her head to stare greedily at a Plymouth Road Runner with an intricate forest green and silver paint job.
For all that she drove a Nissan 240 and loved working on the imports that constantly rolled through the garage, Letty was an American muscle girl at heart. It was a privet joke between them that she was only dating him to get closer to his father's Dodge Charger. After all, as Letty liked to point out, its body was vastly superior to his.
"You want in tonight?" Dom asked, a smile in his tone as he watched the way his girl's eyes darted here and there taking in everything. It wouldn't matter now old she got, how many years she spent around the high performance machines, Letty would always act like a kid in a candy store at any race meet. Her never ending enthusiasm was just one of the things he loved about her.
"Nah," She said after a moment's consideration, tearing her eyes from a black Nissan Skyline, nowhere near as good as her own Nissan, and turning to meet his gaze. "Not tonight, my girl ain't in the mood."
He didn't push, though he loved the feeling that came with watching Letty race it was second only to the sensation that came when he was behind the wheel, if she wasn't up for it there was no way he could change her mind. And trying would just start a pointless fight. Even if he had no idea what her car not being in the mood meant. Cars didn't have moods, but if the driver didn't feel right, then they didn't feel right. And if Letty wanted to put it down to how her ride felt then so be it.
"Of course," Her voice, low and teasing, interrupted his musings and he turned his head to see her dark eyes fixed on him, mischief sparkling in their depths. "The only thing that would stop you from racing tonight would be a lack of pulse."
"I don't know," Dom murmured as if seriously considering the possibility of something taking priority over his desire to win, leaning down to nibble on her ear as he did so. "I can think of something that might stop me."
"But that comes afterwards, remember?" Letty mocked, as if he were silly for not remembering the correct order in which things happened.
But she stopped dead, turned to him, took his head in her hands and kissed him hot and hard right there for all to see. Her display of affection took away whatever small sting her words might have held, and Dom was all too happy to kiss her back in full view of everyone. For all that Letty liked to show the world just who be belonged to, he was just a keen for everyone to know that he was the only one who got to touch her.
There was no telling how long they would have carried on, Letty's kisses had been know to make him late to race before, but a loud wolf whistle interrupted them before the could get too involved. They pulled apart, but still stood bodies touching, as Vince approached muttering something about unwilling voyeurism, proving yet again that he wasn't the all brawn no brain thug so many mistook him for.
"We doing this or not?" He questioned and then throwing the pair a filthy look as he did so, added just in case anyone misunderstood what he was talking about. "And I mean the race."
"Sure man." Dom said waving a hand at Vince to indicate he'd be right with him, before returning his attention to Letty once more. "You gonna ride with me?"
"And then what incentive would you have to be first over the finish line?" Letty sassed, and her expression was all sly smiles and darkly glinting eyes as she teased him with a threat the both of them knew she had no desire what so ever to follow through on.
"What?" Dom widened his eyes theatrically as he stared to her in mock disbelief. "Are you telling me you'll leave with whoever's first over the line?"
"Did I say that?" Her smile was one of pure wicked delight, as she stood on tip-toe and brushed her lips teasingly over his. "You just better hope you're as fast as you think you are Toretto."
And with that as her parting comment Letty slipped away through the crowd before he had the chance to do more that swot playfully at her backside. In spite of her words, Dom knew full well that she wouldn't leave with anyone but him, she was his girl after all. And he also understood that Letty had no idea just how many guys would be willing to fight each other for a spot in the race if there was even the slightest chance that she would go home with the winner even if the winner were not Dominic Toretto.
Still it did go to prove she knew just how to motivate him, as if he needed any more encouragement to win.
(A/N) You wanted happy and I give you happy. True it is also pointless and plot less, but that can be said about most of my work, never the less here is some cute fluff to make you Dotty supporters squeal like the fangirls we all are. Kisses
Lamanth xx