Letty's POV:
I tipped Dom's head upwards to meet his eyes. "Hell yes I do," I whispered. Couldn't he understand this was what I'd wanted since I was 11? That I would have given my life for this? For the chance to be in his arms, to be like this with him. "I want this...I really do..." I said softly, wishing his indecision wasn't there.
"You 17 baby...you wanna be datin' a nice college boy, give you lots of nice things..." he exhaled, meeting my eyes. "You don't wanna get involved with me, Let, I'm fucked up. You think your mami'd like you gettin' involved with an ex-con fresh out of Lompoc?"
"You think I care where you just spent two years of your life?" I asked him. "All I care about is right here, right now...not about the past..." I said, caressing his cheek lightly. "I don't want some pussy college boy, I want you, and I don't need someone to give me things, all I want and need is right here," I said softly, looking away, not believing that my feelings I so easily displayed to him was how I really felt. I knew I felt something deep for him, and it scared me just how deep I was.
"Letty..." Dom exhaled slowly, looking me over. "You -- shit's changed. You changed...I gotta get my head around this, aight? I still..." he turned around and sat down on the stairs.
A cold breeze blew past me as he let me go, sinking to the stairs. I sunk down beside him. "You don't want me," I said simply, looking away, feeling like a completle and utter moron for telling him how I felt. "I'm sorry I said all the stuff," I added, my chin resting in my palm.
He was a typical guy, pulls your chain around, makes you believe one thing, and then goes and does another.
"I do want you," he murmured. "But you still my little girl in my head, Let... shit, you grown up... I never saw, girl. You somethin' different now."~
"I know," I said, my hand on his knee. "I don't see the problem, Dom, I mean, we're both adults, old enough to make our own decisions, why are you fighting?" I asked him, my voice soft, laced with uncertainty and fear.
I'd never done this, never offered my love to someone, and prayed they'd take it. I never trusted anyone, only ever trusted Dom, and even he is turning out like all the other boys.
"Cause you ain't an adult... in my head. You still my little Letty... lil tomoy girl pissin' me off in my garage... not some, cleavagey leggy..." he said, rubbing his head in frustration.
"Oh," I said, taking my hand off his knee. "I see."
I looked down at my hands, a little weatherworn and rough, and I saw everything in my hands. My whole life was right there.
"I'm gonna go to bed," I said, standing up. I couldn't take being there with him like that.
He nodded slowly. "Could go get into mine if you wanted," Dom murmured.
I stopped, mid-step. "Ok," I said softly, climbing the rest of the stairs, and into the bathroom.
I took off my make up, washing my face clean. Then, got changed into my pyjamas, consisting of a spaghetti strap white tank and blue boxers. I brushed my hair and padded across the hall into Dom's room, never actually been in there before. It was like a forbidden area, Dom's area that I never went into because I never wanted to get caught in there, touching his stuff.
I breathed in and smelt the woodsy scent of his aftershave and I smiled briefly, sliding in under the cool cotton covers.
I lay there nervously until Dom entered.
"Hey, which side is yours?" I asked, sitting up.
His room was plain, big queen bed and a dresser adjacent to the bed. It was littered with stuff, his jewellery and aftershave, and his clothes were spilling from the draws. Across the other side of the room, a chair was by the window, and by the chair, a door into what could be assumed as a bathroom.
I swallowed. "You're not weirded by this?" I asked him, hugging my knees to my chest. "'Cause I'm not...I just wanted to know..."
He shrugged, stripping off his shirt and pants, leaving him in a white singlet in boxers.
"Why should I be? You can sleep in here if you want..."
He hung up his necklace and looked around nervously.
I looked around.
"So? Gonna get in or sleep standing up?" I asked him, trying not to stare at the contours and curves that the singlet showed of his broad chest.
And I would definitely not let my eyes travel down to his boxers...but they did anyway.
He turned around slowly and climbed into bed, turning out the lamp fast.
"G'night girl."
"Night," I said softly, sliding down in the bed and turning onto my side, so I was facing Dom.
His pillow was soft, and smelt just like him. Oh my God...I'd kissed Dominic Toretto. A smile crept onto my face as I lay there with my eyes closed. I could practically feel the closeness of Dom being radiated over the small distance between us.
No touching....
God, how I wanted to touch...
I shifted a little, and my leg bumped Dom's under the covers. "Sorry," I muttered, my eyes open suddenly, and I couldn't get to sleep. "This is stupid..." I muttered to myself, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
I couldn't sleep, not if Dom was there next to me, and I couldn't touch him or kiss him.
It was a travesty.
"What?" Dom asked, rolling over.
I looked at Dom.
"This is stupid," I repeated. "We can't even lay here together," I said. "Maybe I should just go..." I said softly, not wanting to, and hoping Dom wouldn't want me to, but it was so hard to be with him...
Dom's POV:
I found Letty's hand under the blanket, slipping my fingers between hers, forcing myself not to think of few other places... it was all slipping into place, but I forced myself to think of Letty the way she'd been... the safe way.
"We've shared a bed before."~
She rolledher perfect Letty eyes. "Not like this, not after we made out," she said sarcastically. "It's hard...not too kiss you..." she added in a whisper, looking down at our joined hands under the sheet. "This is new, and I don't want to regret not taking the opportunity..."
"Letty..." she was torturing me.
I needed, I needed some time to think about this, talk to V.
"Girl, it wouldn't work," I forced myself to say. "You too young... probably never even had a guy before."
Oh, shit. Oh shit... I didn't want to hurt her... it was better this way for her... what did I have to offer?~
She raised an eyebrow. "And how would that change things?" she asked me. "How do you know it wouldn't work unless you tried?"
I snickered, looking up again.
"Letty, you're a sweet girl."
A sweet, sexy, incredibly beautiful girl in my bed... shut up, Dom... I inhaled slowly, closing my eyes tight.
"But I don' do cherry, ok?"~
She scowled. "Aren't you listening to me?" she asked impatiently. "None of that matters. All that matters is that you're here, and I'm here, and we wouldn't be here together unless there was a reason."
She slithered closer to me in the bed, until her lush thigh brushed against me.
Oh, shit... she wasn't getting offended.
"Yeah, except we live in the same house and I haven't had a decent lay in over two years," I informed her, adding a little snicker for effect. "I like my women with experience... I'm not your fucking Prince Charming, princess."~
She pulled back, her bottom lip quivering. "Asshole," she muttered, turning over to throw back the covers, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I closed my eyes, breathing hard... it was better for her... even though she thought I was a heartless asshole, it was still better then thinking we could have something... that we could have... when I just needed some fucking time.
"Sorry," I whispered into the dark... shit... I didn't want to hurt her.~
"So am I...sorry that I ever thought you'd care about me...sorry that a good fuck is more important than feelings....sorry you're not the man I thought you were..."
I heard her voice break a little. Shit. I inhaled shakily.
"No," I whispered, staring ahead. I looked over my shoulder briefly, laying my hand on the small of her back, biting the inside of my lip in frustration... I was only doing what was best for her. "Go to sleep," I whispered.
Letty lay down on the very edge of the bed, as far from me as she could managed. And I didn't blame her.
I closed my eyes tight, cuddling the blankets... irony much... I had an incredible, stunning woman in my bed, little Letty all grown up, who told me she loved me... and here I am. Cuddling the blankets.
I made my breathing regular, forcing myself to sleep.
****
No, no.
Fuck off, stay away from me. If I stay in the corner maybe no one'll notice... won't notice me... I could get there, start cracking heads, but I'd get knifed by the end of the week.
I'd seen it happen.
And now the door was slamming shut, the guard was running away, and it was so hot... no. Let me go home, please. I'll beg you.
I tipped Dom's head upwards to meet his eyes. "Hell yes I do," I whispered. Couldn't he understand this was what I'd wanted since I was 11? That I would have given my life for this? For the chance to be in his arms, to be like this with him. "I want this...I really do..." I said softly, wishing his indecision wasn't there.
"You 17 baby...you wanna be datin' a nice college boy, give you lots of nice things..." he exhaled, meeting my eyes. "You don't wanna get involved with me, Let, I'm fucked up. You think your mami'd like you gettin' involved with an ex-con fresh out of Lompoc?"
"You think I care where you just spent two years of your life?" I asked him. "All I care about is right here, right now...not about the past..." I said, caressing his cheek lightly. "I don't want some pussy college boy, I want you, and I don't need someone to give me things, all I want and need is right here," I said softly, looking away, not believing that my feelings I so easily displayed to him was how I really felt. I knew I felt something deep for him, and it scared me just how deep I was.
"Letty..." Dom exhaled slowly, looking me over. "You -- shit's changed. You changed...I gotta get my head around this, aight? I still..." he turned around and sat down on the stairs.
A cold breeze blew past me as he let me go, sinking to the stairs. I sunk down beside him. "You don't want me," I said simply, looking away, feeling like a completle and utter moron for telling him how I felt. "I'm sorry I said all the stuff," I added, my chin resting in my palm.
He was a typical guy, pulls your chain around, makes you believe one thing, and then goes and does another.
"I do want you," he murmured. "But you still my little girl in my head, Let... shit, you grown up... I never saw, girl. You somethin' different now."~
"I know," I said, my hand on his knee. "I don't see the problem, Dom, I mean, we're both adults, old enough to make our own decisions, why are you fighting?" I asked him, my voice soft, laced with uncertainty and fear.
I'd never done this, never offered my love to someone, and prayed they'd take it. I never trusted anyone, only ever trusted Dom, and even he is turning out like all the other boys.
"Cause you ain't an adult... in my head. You still my little Letty... lil tomoy girl pissin' me off in my garage... not some, cleavagey leggy..." he said, rubbing his head in frustration.
"Oh," I said, taking my hand off his knee. "I see."
I looked down at my hands, a little weatherworn and rough, and I saw everything in my hands. My whole life was right there.
"I'm gonna go to bed," I said, standing up. I couldn't take being there with him like that.
He nodded slowly. "Could go get into mine if you wanted," Dom murmured.
I stopped, mid-step. "Ok," I said softly, climbing the rest of the stairs, and into the bathroom.
I took off my make up, washing my face clean. Then, got changed into my pyjamas, consisting of a spaghetti strap white tank and blue boxers. I brushed my hair and padded across the hall into Dom's room, never actually been in there before. It was like a forbidden area, Dom's area that I never went into because I never wanted to get caught in there, touching his stuff.
I breathed in and smelt the woodsy scent of his aftershave and I smiled briefly, sliding in under the cool cotton covers.
I lay there nervously until Dom entered.
"Hey, which side is yours?" I asked, sitting up.
His room was plain, big queen bed and a dresser adjacent to the bed. It was littered with stuff, his jewellery and aftershave, and his clothes were spilling from the draws. Across the other side of the room, a chair was by the window, and by the chair, a door into what could be assumed as a bathroom.
I swallowed. "You're not weirded by this?" I asked him, hugging my knees to my chest. "'Cause I'm not...I just wanted to know..."
He shrugged, stripping off his shirt and pants, leaving him in a white singlet in boxers.
"Why should I be? You can sleep in here if you want..."
He hung up his necklace and looked around nervously.
I looked around.
"So? Gonna get in or sleep standing up?" I asked him, trying not to stare at the contours and curves that the singlet showed of his broad chest.
And I would definitely not let my eyes travel down to his boxers...but they did anyway.
He turned around slowly and climbed into bed, turning out the lamp fast.
"G'night girl."
"Night," I said softly, sliding down in the bed and turning onto my side, so I was facing Dom.
His pillow was soft, and smelt just like him. Oh my God...I'd kissed Dominic Toretto. A smile crept onto my face as I lay there with my eyes closed. I could practically feel the closeness of Dom being radiated over the small distance between us.
No touching....
God, how I wanted to touch...
I shifted a little, and my leg bumped Dom's under the covers. "Sorry," I muttered, my eyes open suddenly, and I couldn't get to sleep. "This is stupid..." I muttered to myself, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
I couldn't sleep, not if Dom was there next to me, and I couldn't touch him or kiss him.
It was a travesty.
"What?" Dom asked, rolling over.
I looked at Dom.
"This is stupid," I repeated. "We can't even lay here together," I said. "Maybe I should just go..." I said softly, not wanting to, and hoping Dom wouldn't want me to, but it was so hard to be with him...
Dom's POV:
I found Letty's hand under the blanket, slipping my fingers between hers, forcing myself not to think of few other places... it was all slipping into place, but I forced myself to think of Letty the way she'd been... the safe way.
"We've shared a bed before."~
She rolledher perfect Letty eyes. "Not like this, not after we made out," she said sarcastically. "It's hard...not too kiss you..." she added in a whisper, looking down at our joined hands under the sheet. "This is new, and I don't want to regret not taking the opportunity..."
"Letty..." she was torturing me.
I needed, I needed some time to think about this, talk to V.
"Girl, it wouldn't work," I forced myself to say. "You too young... probably never even had a guy before."
Oh, shit. Oh shit... I didn't want to hurt her... it was better this way for her... what did I have to offer?~
She raised an eyebrow. "And how would that change things?" she asked me. "How do you know it wouldn't work unless you tried?"
I snickered, looking up again.
"Letty, you're a sweet girl."
A sweet, sexy, incredibly beautiful girl in my bed... shut up, Dom... I inhaled slowly, closing my eyes tight.
"But I don' do cherry, ok?"~
She scowled. "Aren't you listening to me?" she asked impatiently. "None of that matters. All that matters is that you're here, and I'm here, and we wouldn't be here together unless there was a reason."
She slithered closer to me in the bed, until her lush thigh brushed against me.
Oh, shit... she wasn't getting offended.
"Yeah, except we live in the same house and I haven't had a decent lay in over two years," I informed her, adding a little snicker for effect. "I like my women with experience... I'm not your fucking Prince Charming, princess."~
She pulled back, her bottom lip quivering. "Asshole," she muttered, turning over to throw back the covers, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I closed my eyes, breathing hard... it was better for her... even though she thought I was a heartless asshole, it was still better then thinking we could have something... that we could have... when I just needed some fucking time.
"Sorry," I whispered into the dark... shit... I didn't want to hurt her.~
"So am I...sorry that I ever thought you'd care about me...sorry that a good fuck is more important than feelings....sorry you're not the man I thought you were..."
I heard her voice break a little. Shit. I inhaled shakily.
"No," I whispered, staring ahead. I looked over my shoulder briefly, laying my hand on the small of her back, biting the inside of my lip in frustration... I was only doing what was best for her. "Go to sleep," I whispered.
Letty lay down on the very edge of the bed, as far from me as she could managed. And I didn't blame her.
I closed my eyes tight, cuddling the blankets... irony much... I had an incredible, stunning woman in my bed, little Letty all grown up, who told me she loved me... and here I am. Cuddling the blankets.
I made my breathing regular, forcing myself to sleep.
****
No, no.
Fuck off, stay away from me. If I stay in the corner maybe no one'll notice... won't notice me... I could get there, start cracking heads, but I'd get knifed by the end of the week.
I'd seen it happen.
And now the door was slamming shut, the guard was running away, and it was so hot... no. Let me go home, please. I'll beg you.
