Letty's POV:
I shook my head. "No, Dom. I don't wanna change," I said, not budging. "You can hate it all you want, but you don't own me," I said, wishing it weren't the case.
I fixed my eyes on him.
"You bring anything else to wear?" he asked, and I seriously didn't know if he was kidding.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Sure Dom, got a goddamn tracksuit in my pocket," I said sarcastically. "Just get over it," I told him. "You're not my bodyguard."
"You're my responsibility, you're 17 and you're dressed like a slut," he responded. "Get in the car."
My mouth dropped open and I pushed past him, marching right out of the club before I whirled on him.
"You've got a lot of nerve, you know!" I told him. "Since when have you even cared? NEVER! And now, when I'm doing something fun, you have to fuck it over!" I yelled, stalking away, spotting his car.
"Letty, I just want you to put on something decent. Ok? You DON'T look like all the other girls here..." he pleaded as he followed.
"That's not what you said three seconds ago!" I said, pulling open the door to his car angrily and getting in before he could defend himself.
God he made me angry sometimes, even though I'm blind for him, he could still get on my nerves. I waited until he was in the car.
"Why do you feel it's your duty to look after me?"
"Look Letty, can't you just put on some clothes, for me?" Dom asked pathetically as he drove home.
"Don't really have a choice, do I?" I snorted, storming into the house as soon as the car stopped.
I climbed the stairs and slammed the door. I changed from my skirt into leather pants, and from the shirt into a red halter-top, still leaving things to the imagination. I went back downstairs.
"Let's go," I said, still angry with him.
He shook his head. "Nope, not good enough."
"You are so FUCKING ANNOYING!" I shouted at him, turning and going back upstairs, pulling on a pair of jeans with lace up sides and a blue tank top, and with that, I went back downstairs.
"How about I just wear a muumuu?" I suggested sarcastically?
"You got one?" Dom said back.
I just deathstared the shit.
"Aight, you can come back," he said softly, looking down at the floor.
I didn't say anything, just moved past Dom, back outside to the car.
"Thanks so much for the permission," I said, without an inch of gratitude in my voice.
He grabbed my arm as I walked past, and his eyes were still on the floor.
"What?" I asked, impatient. "Hello? Lose your train of thought?" I asked, moving a little closer, tipping his face up.
He moistened his lips slowly, looking at me slowly.
"You looked different tonight," he told me quitely.
"Ooh, Dom, again you remind me how quick you are," I said, rolling my eyes. "Is that it? I wanna go back to the club."
Dom's POV:
I stepped a little closer, looking down into her eyes...couldn't she see this wasn't a joke? I looked away again, shaking my head slowly. She didn't understand it was different for me, seeing her like that... my lil Letty, so cute when she started her fights and her shit, and now... like this... those legs, the body she'd hidden. She didn't understand.~
She sighed, tipping my face back up to hers. In a quick moment, her lips were pressed to mine in a torrid of sweet, passionate kisses.
My eyes closed hard, pulling Letty to me blindly... I'd worry in a minute... just a minute. Just for a moment, I'd kiss these soft velvet lips, crush them under mine, taste her just a little... I responded, starting to kiss deeper, opening her mouth gently.
Her mouth opened gently against mine, her tongue finding it's way into the warmth of my mouth. Letty's arms wrapped around my neck, clawing herself to my body.
I moaned softly... shit... her warm body, tongue in my mouth... we needed to be upstairs, in my bed... I stopped, stepped back fast, running my hand over my face as I looked down so I wouldn't return straight to her arms... she was only 17... my own Lolita.~
"What, what is it?" she asked me, breathless. She stepped forward a little, rubbing my torso through my shirt, unaware at her effect on me.
"Letty..." I looked up, breathing hard as I looked into those big, intense dark eyes.
Shit... couldn't I look at her anymore without wanting to throw her down right there?
"That ain't right, girl... y'know... had too much to drink," I muttered, refering to my half a beer earlier.
"Bullshit," she told me. "You want this as much as I do," she added in a whisper, resting her forehead to mine, her hands on my arms, sliding up around my neck.
"Yeah, but... I can't... can't have it..." I exhaled, keeping my eyes on the floor... away from the breasts, the neck, that face. "Letty you seventeen... you my homie... we don' do this... never have."
"Why not?" she demanded, stubborn. "That's right, I'm 17, old enough to make my own choices, and right now...you're my choice," she told me softly. "Can't you just let yourself go? Can you honestly tell me that I'm just a friend?"
"I thought you were..." I nuzzled Letty's head gently, my arms returning around her waist. "You Mia's friend... my little girl... we can't do this, Let. It'd fuck everything up," I whispered, leaning against her.
"When you want something back enough, you can work hard not to fuck it up," she countered. "Forget Mia, forget everything...but me..." She pressed her lips back on mine.
Fuck.
I kissed her back, softly, ignoring the guilt as I pulled her hard to me, stepping forward, my thigh pressed against her as I massaged the back of her neck, playing with those amazing lips softly as we moved into a deeper, passionate kiss, as I held her tighter... tighter... making sure she was real. I'd kissed before, but she was making me forget I had.
Her hands roamed my chest as she walked backwards, pulling me toward her as she headed for the stairs.
"I want this..." she breathed against my lips. "I need to know if you do too..."
"Fuck, you know I do..." I murmured back, cursing myself when I realized I'd spoken out loud. I opened my eyes, backing her against the wall. "I never... I don't know shit about you, girl," I whispered, searching her eyes as I pressed her up hard next to the stairs. "I don't- I never noticed before..."
"We have plenty of time for that," Letty whispered, breaking away from me, walking up the stairs, beckoning for me to follow.
I met her on the stairs, pressing my lips back to hers arm, her hips forcing themselves against me, which caused a moan to escape my lips.
A few kisses, that was all. A few kisses wouldn't hurt...even though my heart was pounding and I was acutely aware of every time she moved.
I broke the kiss for a moment, breathing hard as I rested against her.
"Letty...baby girl, you don't want this...you don't want me..."
I shook my head. "No, Dom. I don't wanna change," I said, not budging. "You can hate it all you want, but you don't own me," I said, wishing it weren't the case.
I fixed my eyes on him.
"You bring anything else to wear?" he asked, and I seriously didn't know if he was kidding.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Sure Dom, got a goddamn tracksuit in my pocket," I said sarcastically. "Just get over it," I told him. "You're not my bodyguard."
"You're my responsibility, you're 17 and you're dressed like a slut," he responded. "Get in the car."
My mouth dropped open and I pushed past him, marching right out of the club before I whirled on him.
"You've got a lot of nerve, you know!" I told him. "Since when have you even cared? NEVER! And now, when I'm doing something fun, you have to fuck it over!" I yelled, stalking away, spotting his car.
"Letty, I just want you to put on something decent. Ok? You DON'T look like all the other girls here..." he pleaded as he followed.
"That's not what you said three seconds ago!" I said, pulling open the door to his car angrily and getting in before he could defend himself.
God he made me angry sometimes, even though I'm blind for him, he could still get on my nerves. I waited until he was in the car.
"Why do you feel it's your duty to look after me?"
"Look Letty, can't you just put on some clothes, for me?" Dom asked pathetically as he drove home.
"Don't really have a choice, do I?" I snorted, storming into the house as soon as the car stopped.
I climbed the stairs and slammed the door. I changed from my skirt into leather pants, and from the shirt into a red halter-top, still leaving things to the imagination. I went back downstairs.
"Let's go," I said, still angry with him.
He shook his head. "Nope, not good enough."
"You are so FUCKING ANNOYING!" I shouted at him, turning and going back upstairs, pulling on a pair of jeans with lace up sides and a blue tank top, and with that, I went back downstairs.
"How about I just wear a muumuu?" I suggested sarcastically?
"You got one?" Dom said back.
I just deathstared the shit.
"Aight, you can come back," he said softly, looking down at the floor.
I didn't say anything, just moved past Dom, back outside to the car.
"Thanks so much for the permission," I said, without an inch of gratitude in my voice.
He grabbed my arm as I walked past, and his eyes were still on the floor.
"What?" I asked, impatient. "Hello? Lose your train of thought?" I asked, moving a little closer, tipping his face up.
He moistened his lips slowly, looking at me slowly.
"You looked different tonight," he told me quitely.
"Ooh, Dom, again you remind me how quick you are," I said, rolling my eyes. "Is that it? I wanna go back to the club."
Dom's POV:
I stepped a little closer, looking down into her eyes...couldn't she see this wasn't a joke? I looked away again, shaking my head slowly. She didn't understand it was different for me, seeing her like that... my lil Letty, so cute when she started her fights and her shit, and now... like this... those legs, the body she'd hidden. She didn't understand.~
She sighed, tipping my face back up to hers. In a quick moment, her lips were pressed to mine in a torrid of sweet, passionate kisses.
My eyes closed hard, pulling Letty to me blindly... I'd worry in a minute... just a minute. Just for a moment, I'd kiss these soft velvet lips, crush them under mine, taste her just a little... I responded, starting to kiss deeper, opening her mouth gently.
Her mouth opened gently against mine, her tongue finding it's way into the warmth of my mouth. Letty's arms wrapped around my neck, clawing herself to my body.
I moaned softly... shit... her warm body, tongue in my mouth... we needed to be upstairs, in my bed... I stopped, stepped back fast, running my hand over my face as I looked down so I wouldn't return straight to her arms... she was only 17... my own Lolita.~
"What, what is it?" she asked me, breathless. She stepped forward a little, rubbing my torso through my shirt, unaware at her effect on me.
"Letty..." I looked up, breathing hard as I looked into those big, intense dark eyes.
Shit... couldn't I look at her anymore without wanting to throw her down right there?
"That ain't right, girl... y'know... had too much to drink," I muttered, refering to my half a beer earlier.
"Bullshit," she told me. "You want this as much as I do," she added in a whisper, resting her forehead to mine, her hands on my arms, sliding up around my neck.
"Yeah, but... I can't... can't have it..." I exhaled, keeping my eyes on the floor... away from the breasts, the neck, that face. "Letty you seventeen... you my homie... we don' do this... never have."
"Why not?" she demanded, stubborn. "That's right, I'm 17, old enough to make my own choices, and right now...you're my choice," she told me softly. "Can't you just let yourself go? Can you honestly tell me that I'm just a friend?"
"I thought you were..." I nuzzled Letty's head gently, my arms returning around her waist. "You Mia's friend... my little girl... we can't do this, Let. It'd fuck everything up," I whispered, leaning against her.
"When you want something back enough, you can work hard not to fuck it up," she countered. "Forget Mia, forget everything...but me..." She pressed her lips back on mine.
Fuck.
I kissed her back, softly, ignoring the guilt as I pulled her hard to me, stepping forward, my thigh pressed against her as I massaged the back of her neck, playing with those amazing lips softly as we moved into a deeper, passionate kiss, as I held her tighter... tighter... making sure she was real. I'd kissed before, but she was making me forget I had.
Her hands roamed my chest as she walked backwards, pulling me toward her as she headed for the stairs.
"I want this..." she breathed against my lips. "I need to know if you do too..."
"Fuck, you know I do..." I murmured back, cursing myself when I realized I'd spoken out loud. I opened my eyes, backing her against the wall. "I never... I don't know shit about you, girl," I whispered, searching her eyes as I pressed her up hard next to the stairs. "I don't- I never noticed before..."
"We have plenty of time for that," Letty whispered, breaking away from me, walking up the stairs, beckoning for me to follow.
I met her on the stairs, pressing my lips back to hers arm, her hips forcing themselves against me, which caused a moan to escape my lips.
A few kisses, that was all. A few kisses wouldn't hurt...even though my heart was pounding and I was acutely aware of every time she moved.
I broke the kiss for a moment, breathing hard as I rested against her.
"Letty...baby girl, you don't want this...you don't want me..."
