Down Low.
DL pre FATF, Chapter 3. Swearing, smut, and some physical confrontations.
Don't own the characters from the FATF, or the dialogue borrowed from Girl Fight. Just thought the characters in GF would mirror Dom and Let pretty well so I super-imposed GF into this chapter. Much props to Kusama-sama for writing and directing GF to begin with.
After dinner Adrian did the dishes while I went around blowing out all the candles and cleaning up the dining room. I counted 324 candles. Damn. "Adrian. What do you want me to do with all these candles?"
Wiping his hands on a rag, he walked back in to the room. "Just leave them for now. We have to get going. The carnival is only open till 10:30 and it's almost 8 already."
"Are you sure?" I looked around at the stumps of wax. "What about all of this?"
"I'll take care of it later. Come on. I want to show off my girl." He tossed the towel on the table and took my hand.
"Oh so now I'm your girl huh?" I teased I waited for him to lock up.
Grinning he gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Si."
I laughed and followed him to his father's Camry. "So you're telling me I'm dating a guy who drives a Camry. His father's Camry."
"Not dating, going steady." Adrian laughed. "And what's wrong with Camry's? They're safe, they're reliable, spacious."
"They're boring." I rolled my eyes and put the seat back a little.
"Obviously you have no imagination," Adrian said as he reversed.
"What do you mean? You're thinking of suppin up the car or something?" I asked, evaluating it.
"No," he snorted. "Who cares about what it looks like on the outside. I like the car because of what it has to offer on the inside."
I frown and look around. Standard cloth interior, factory sounds, the Virgin Mary on the dash, a Puerto Rican flag hanging from the mirror. "What?"
"Letty, sometimes you crack me up. Always so tough and grown up, but you're so… I don't know, innocent too." He takes my hand and kisses it. "I like this car because it's big enough to fool around in."
I blush beet red and look at him fascinated. "What, you mean… in the car?"
"I thought you'd like the idea." Adrian teased. "You love cars."
"Yeah but… It's your father's car Adrian. Doesn't it seem, I don't know, disrespectful?" I asked, stealing glances at him.
He laughed and shook his head. "Since when did you worry about authority figures? Listen, we don't have to do anything tonight. We'll wait till you're ready, and even then, we'll only do as much as you want."
"Have you had sex before?" I ask watching him.
"Well that was blunt."
"Well? Have you?"
"Yeah. Does that bother you?" Adrian asked as he pulled into a spot.
I shrug. "Not really. Should it? Would it bother you if I'd been with someone?"
"It depends. If it had been a lot of guys, then yeah, maybe."
I nod and bite my lip. "Does it bother you that I haven't?"
"No." Adrian looked at me like I was crazy. "Shit, that's better than having to live up to a legend like Torretto."
Startled, I look up at him. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing, it's just that Dominic is like a fucking legend at school, you know that."
"So what, if I'd been with Dom, I'd be used goods?" I stare hard at him. "Nobody says Dom's used goods and he's the one sleeping around. What the fuck?"
"Letty, chill. I know Dom's your friend but he has nothing to do with me and you. I was just saying that it would be hard on my ego being compared to Dom all the time."
I look out the window and shrug Adrian's hand off me when he tries to calm me down. A thousand thoughts are running thru my head right now. He's right, Dom does have a reputation and most girls who go out with him do too afterwards. And for him it would suck to be compared to Dom because he'd loose. He looses every time. I know because I do it. Suddenly the car is too small for me and I can't breathe.
"Take me home." I say softly.
"What? Letty, what's the big deal. Look I'm sorry about what I said about Torretto, okay?" Adrian looked wounded and shocked. He didn't deserve this.
"Adrian… please, just take me home, okay? I know I'm not making any sense, but just… I want to go home now. Please?" I feel guilty just looking at him.
"Fine." He sighed and started the engine. "Whatever."
We drove in silence, not looking at each other.
He pulled up to the curb and stopped the car. "We're here."
I looked at him, trying to figure out what to say.
"Do you have a thing for Torretto?" he asked.
"Adrian…" I stared at my hands, not knowing what to do. Should I tell him the truth, that I wanted Dom and Dom wanted me? What good what that do when I knew I couldn't really be with Dom? And though I could be with Adrian, I didn't want to if the boy was already paranoid about Dom. Adrian shouldn't have to be Dom's pitch hitter.
"Do you?" Adrian asked again, his voice hard.
"I love Dominic, I have since I met him. The Torretto's are more like family to me sometimes than my own is. I work with Dom, I sleep over there all the time. I'm not one of 'his girls' and I'd never want to be. But what you said earlier, about being compared to Dominic and how you didn't want to be, well, I do that already. I compare you to Dom all the time, and I realize that it just isn't fair. Not to you, not to me. It's fucked up, I know. So what I'm saying is, what you said earlier, it just… it made me feel guilty. And I don't like feeling that way."
"So what, it's over?" Adrian tried to sound tough, like he didn't care, but his voice cracked.
"If it helps, I'm not breaking up with you to be with Dom. If you see Dom tomorrow with some girl, it won't be me." I sighed, and started to open the door.
Adrian pulled me to him suddenly, pressing his lips up to mine and kissing me hard. Startled, I let him kiss me for a moment, then gently pulled away. "This isn't a good idea Adrian. You deserve a lot more than I can give you."
"And you deserve a lot more than he'll give you Letty. You know that don't you?" Adrian said softly.
I laughed softly as tears came to my eyes. "I know. Fucking sucks for both of us, doesn't it?"
Adrian surprised me by laughing too. "Look, if it doesn't work out with Dom, then give me a call, okay? If that pendejo doesn't realize what he's got, obviously he doesn't measure up to the legend."
I smiled and squeezed his hand, then got out of the car. I watched Adrian pull away, then headed up toward the Torretto's. It was only 8:03, I'm sure that Dom wasn't expecting me yet. God, I hope I didn't just break up with Adrian to walk in and find Dom swapping spit with some bitch. That would suck.
As I get closer, I can hear the bass thumping and see people dancing. The light is on in Mia's room, I guess she's up there studying. I think back to earlier in the night when Adrian asked if I was going to college. It's funny, we all assumed Mia was going, but no one ever talked about me or Dom going. I guess we all just thought Dom would help out with the shop or the garage. I wonder what they thought I was going to do with the rest of my life.
For some reason I decide to enter the house thru the back door. Half an hour ago Adrian had made me feel… all precious and shit. Kinda sucks that just walking into Dom's house could make me feel vulnerable. As I walk up the steps to the back door, I hear someone call my name from somewhere in the back yard. It's Dom.
"Hey," I say nervously as he emerges from the darkness with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. "You're dad's going to kick your ass for touching that shit Dom. It makes you sloppy."
He grins and pinches it out with his calloused fingers. "Better? ¿Quieres tomar algo?" He takes another sip of his beer and then offers it to me.
I laugh softly. "Dom, you don't need to do that." I cross my arms and look at him, watching him stalk toward me slowly. He's unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves. His wife beater is visible now, as are his forearms. Goddamn he's fine.
"What?" He asks, sitting on the picnic table and motioning for me to come join him.
"Speak in Spanish." For some reason I'm blushing as I take my first few steps toward him, closing the gap between us.
"I thought you liked it. You went out with that Puerto Rican right?" Dom's voice was light, like he was joking, but even in the dark I could tell his eyes were hard.
Standing in front of him I put my hands on his knees. He spread them apart and pulled me to him. Even though our roles are reversed from that day two months ago, I have a flash of déjà vu. "Don't be like that Dominic. I came, didn't I?" I watch him swallow and nod his head slowly. I stroke his cheek then rest my forehead against his.
"How was dinner?" He winces as I pull away from him. "Sorry, forget I asked." He puts one hand on my ass and one on the small of my back. His touch is possessive, apologetic, and sensual all at the same time.
I sigh. "What are we doing? This is fucking crazy Dominic." I stare into his eyes, searching for an answer. "Half the time we're in the same room we're fighting."
With a lazy grin Dom captures my bottom lip and starts nibbling on it, kissing me slowly. At this moment I want to thank each and every girl that came before me for teaching him how to turn me inside out in a matter of heartbeats. I melt and wrap my arms around his waist. He tastes slightly of beer and limes. The pot mingles with his cologne and sweat to make him smell 100% manly. Slowly he breaks the kiss, stroking my back with his strong fingers. "Letty?"
"Hmm?" I'm leaning against him for support now, my body humming.
"We're not fighting now." He kisses my neck, trailing kisses down my bare shoulders. I smile and let out a sigh as he sucks on the bit of flesh between my neck and collar bone. "Mmm, you like that?" Dom asks, growling his approval at the soft noises coming from my throat.
Becoming greedy, I pull his head back up so that I can kiss him. I never feel so soft and feminine as when I'm in Dom's arms. It is never like this with Adrian. Feeling hungry, I press myself against Dom, trying to devour him whole. I shiver as his laughter rumbles out from his chest, my body absorbing the vibrations. I cry out in loss when he breaks our kiss and puts a hand between us. We're both breathing hard as we stare at each other. I can't decide if I'm the hunter or the prey, if I'm scared or thrilled.
His eyes burn me as he looks me over slowly from head to toe. Burying his left hand in my hair, the fingers on his right hand slowly walk from my chin down to my chest. He cups my breast in his hand, then kisses the top of it. "I don't want you going out with him anymore Letty. I don't want that busta's hands on you. No soy un carbon, mija."
For the second time that day I slap him, but when I do his hand tightens in my hair, pulling me back just hard enough so that I glare at him. "Let go of me," I hiss at him.
"No." Dom carefully grabs first one then both of my hands and holds them so that I can't slap him again. "You shouldn't hit people." His voice is condescending.
"I couldn't resist. You shouldn't call me a whore." I snarl at him, my heart breaking.
"Then don't give me a reason to. Don't see him again." Dom's voice was harsh now, and the chill that ran down my spine was a hell of a lot different than the ones he'd given me earlier.
"You're the one who's fucking everything on two legs Dom, not me," I spit out, trying unsuccessfully to twist out of his grip. "Besides, I'm not your girlfriend, so technically, even if I was screwing Adrian, you wouldn't be a carbon anyway."
"You are my girl, and we both fucking know it, so don't give me any of that bull shit." Dom said in a deadly calm voice.
"No." I glared at him, twisting hard enough to finally break away. I made a mad dash for the gate, trying to get as far away from Dominic as I could. I didn't get very far.
Dom hoisted me up over his back as if I weighed nothing. He had the cajones to laugh as he threw open the door to the house and ran up the stairs as I hit and kicked him. I heard Vince and some drunk ass skank laugh at us as Dom took the stairs two at a time. They must not have recognized me, because Vince made some comment about Dom always having a mystery girl of the moment and how it wasn't worth trying to learn their names cause they never stuck around long enough to make it worth the trouble. This totally pissed me off even more. I wanted to scream insults at Dom, but I knew better so I ranted at him in a tight angry voice. Somehow it just didn't have the same power.
When we got to Dom's room, my anger started to change back to fear. Being with, no being near Dom was like being on a fucking roller coaster. Dom flipped the lights on and then closed and locked the door. I'd stopped kicking, stopped swearing and tensed up. Dom lay me down gently on the bed, straddling me lightly. "Mija…" He kissed first my left, then my right palm, then released them.
"I shouldn't be here Dominic." I scooted up so that I was sitting against the back board and Dom was just sitting on my calves. Nervously I ran my hands thru my hair, surprised to feel it still had some curl in it. "Your father said we couldn't."
"Today's different, remember?" He smiled and my heart stopped.
"It's not Dominic, you know it's not, not really. We're still fighting just as much. I mean you can't even kiss me without making me hate you." I pull my knees up to my chest and try really hard not to cry. "You heard what Vince said. He doesn't even bother to learn the names of all your girls."
"He already knows your name mija." Dom's voice was so gentle, his eyes… God, how can he do this to me so damn easily? "No one could forget you."
"I can't Dom." Gesturing between us, I went on. "I can't do this tonight and then watch every other girl in California climb up and down those stairs and know that they're touching you in this bed. It'll fucking kill me to know that it's their hands on your body, not mine." I stare at him, wanting him to see how much he's hurting me. "It'll fucking kill me to know that you can just replace me with any fucking ho who throws herself at you." The tears are streaming down my face now. "I don't know if I hate you more for showing me what it could be like and even though you know I can't have you, or for making me feel so fucking weak and stupid for wanting you anyway." A bitter laugh escapes. "Or maybe I just hate you because one minute you act like I'm special to you, like no one else in the world matters besides us, and then the next you're accusing me of being a whore when you know-." I stop abruptly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
"What? What do I know?" Dom tries to coax it out of me. He takes off his dress shirt and uses it to wipe the tears from my face. I close my eyes so I won't have to see him be so damn tender. "Tell me Letty."
"No." I pout, shaking my head in denial like a child.
"Mija… tell me." Dom wipes the last of my tears from my face then kisses my forehead. I feel him move and hear the shirt land somewhere in the far corner of the room. "You don't really hate me, do you? Because that would make me so sad mija. It would break my heart." I open my eyes slowly as he takes one of my hands in his and puts it over his heart. He leans back and looks at me, pulling me forward just slightly. I'm off balance now- literally and figuratively.
"I wish I hated you Dom. If I was strong enough I'd hate you." I say softly.
"If you were strong enough you'd love me," Dom challenges me, his voice just as soft. "Tell me you haven't been with him mija."
I take a deep breath and look up at him, my chin resting on the arms I've crossed over my chest and propped on my knees. "You know I haven't Dom." God I feel so fucking weak for telling him when what I really wanted to say was that it wasn't any of his fucking business.
He reaches out and tries to stroke my hair, but I flinch slightly. He deliberately does it again, this time successfully. Somehow I can tell he's relaxed a little, but he goes all big body on me. His ego has puffed up even more so that I feel like he's filling the whole room. "Good."
"That doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you tonight Dominic," I say, lifting my head defiantly. Why does that sound so fucking childish?
Dom just shakes his head and laughs softly, stretching. His attitude really has changed now that he knows for sure that I didn't sleep with Adrian. "I know Let, believe me, I know."
I know he said more than that, but I got distracted watching his muscles flex. It wasn't often that I got to stare at his body, especially not up close like this. Feeling my face start to get flushed, I shook my head, trying to clear the fog from my mind. "Huh?"
Dom was staring at me with this knowing look on his face. "Do you like my body mija?"
It was my turn to swallow hard now. Since we both the knew what the answer was, I shrugged and nodded. "Don't let it go to your head."
"You like my body better than that paco novio of yours?"
I glare at him, knowing full well he's being an asshole on purpose. "Don't call him that. When you say shit like that you look like an ignorant racist prick, you know that? Adrian's a nice guy, he doesn't deserve any of this."
"The fuck he doesn't," Dom spits out. "That pa- boy put his hands on you Letty. No one puts their hands on my girl."
I roll my eyes, refusing to have this fight with him again. "What do you want me to say Dominic? Everything you're thinking about Adrian is what I think about every one of the girls you've fucked since Mia's birthday. And for your information Adrian and I barely did anything, which you should have figured out already when I told you I hadn't slept with him."
He's quiet for a moment before he speaks slowly. "How come you didn't say anything?"
"What do you mean?" I look at him warily. "You mean about dating Adrian?"
He shakes his head slowly. "No, about how much it fucking hurts. I didn't think you cared that much. The first couple times Vicki called you didn't even flinch when you handed me the phone. I figured you were cool with it."
"What was I supposed to say Dom? There were other people there. Did you want me to say 'Gee Dom, that Tran bitch is on the phone for you and every time she calls I feel like she just tore my heart out with her fake nails and stabbed it with her three inch heels. Could you stop fucking her now that we're officially not allowed to talk to each other because your dad caught us fooling around in your kitchen?' I mean what the fuck Dom?" I shake my head in disbelief.
Dom stood up and started to pace the room. "Don't fucking blame this all on me. You should have said something. I thought you didn't fucking care Letty and it scared the shit out of me. You're just this kid and I feel like this fucking perv for wanting to be with you. My dad practically threatens to throw me in jail himself if I touch you again and I don't care. I was willing to risk everything to be with you and you didn't care if someone else wanted in my pants. Shit Let, you get pissed if someone eats your fucking sandwich or uses your fucking pillow but you didn't care that some other girl was trying to suck my cock." He stops and stares at me. "So I tried to forget you. All those girls were just- I was trying to forget 'cause it seemed like that's what you wanted and like you already had. If I knew how much it hurt, I swear to god Letty, I wouldn't have done it. I'm sorry Let."
I stare at him, not sure what I should do. "Sorry for what? Proving to your friends you can still snag the pretty girl? Got your self some fucking trophies now. Bet it makes you feel real big inside huh?"
Dom shook his head and sat back down on the bed next to me. "I don't feel to big right now. Matter of fact I feel pretty fucking small around you. Must be nice."
I laughed bitterly, running my hands thru my hair in frustration. "Yeah. Well it's not." I look at him and for once I can tell he really is fucking sorry. He's actually scared that I might not want to be with him now. For a moment I feel like I won. He hurt me and now I hurt him. I want him to suffer like how I did for the last two months.
"So what, are you going to break it off with me now?" Dom asks, setting his jaw as if he was preparing for a blow.
I know what the smart thing to say would be. If I was smart I'd say he broke it off the moment he let Vicki Tran suck his cock and that every girl since then was another nail in the fucking coffin of this aborted relationship. But like I told Adrian, I'm not that fucking smart.
Relenting I put my hand on his chin like my grandma would do to me when she was scolding me. "If you let another fucking girl even touch you I swear to God Dom I'll leave tread marks on her face."
He nods solemnly. "I promise Letty, no one else but you mija." He turns his head so my hand is cradling his cheek now, feeling the ruff fuzz of his stubble.
I smile slightly and lean back against the headboard again, closing my eyes. I feel him move so that he's sitting against the headboard too. He pulls me into his lap and strokes my hair gently as I cry softly. Without saying it, we both know I'm crying about the fact that he got with those girls. Maybe I can forgive him, but now I have to forgive myself for taking him back.
"I'm sorry Letty, I'm so sorry. Please believe me. I'll do anything. I swear to God, I'll do anything you ask to make it up to you." Dom's voice is soft, his touch gentle as he rubs my back. We sit like that for a few minutes until I finally calm down.
After a few more moments, I finally say something. "Why do you always call me mija? Why not something else? It makes me feel like I'm some stupid little kid Dom." I feel him chuckle and despite myself my heart opens up to him a little more than it already has.
"I like it, it fits you. You're my girl Let, I don't mean it like you're young or nothing. It fits cause you're… still this fresh, innocent, perfect… person who I need to protect. It makes me feel strong," Dom explained, kissing my forehead. "Okay?"
I look up at him, and nod slowly before breaking into a grin.
"What?" he asks, defensively.
Smirking, I roll my eyes. "That was the sappiest load of crap ever to come out of your mouth."
"You ungrateful little ninja! I bare my soul to you and you laugh at me! Fine, you want to know the real reason, mija? I know Spanish makes you hot. Admit it!" Dom laughs, tickling me.
Squirming, I squeal. "Stop! Dominic! Stop!" I turn so that I'm facing him as he tortures me furiously.
"Sshhhh! You're so loud!" Dom puts his fingers on my lips, smiling. His attack over, I still, but my breathing is still ragged.
The mood changes and hypnotized by his dark eyes, I kiss his fingers. My tongue sneaks out and I lick them slowly, then suck them into my mouth, nibbling. I smile when I feel him shiver.
He pulls me firmly onto him so I can feel how hard he's getting. "Mija," he groans and kisses me. He's right, Spanish really does do it for me.
We kiss for a few moments, letting things develop at their own pace. I know the door's locked and for now, nothing beyond these walls can mess things up for us. I also know that Dom isn't going to take things any further than I want them to, so I feel safe to explore his body and let him explore mine. Biting my lip, I pull his under shirt out and up. "Take it off," I whisper into his ear, my right hand trailing up and down over his abs.
Dom smiles against my neck and kisses that spot on my neck that makes me moan and jump. "Yes mija." He pushes me back slightly so that I'm leaning against his knees instead of his chests. He waits till he knows I'm watching, then slowly pulls the tank off and lets it drop on the side of the bed.
"I want to touch you." I say shyly.
Dom strokes my cheek, still all smiles. "Anywhere mija."
I blush beet red, "Not there! Just here." I lean forward and kiss his collar bone in the spot that corresponds with the one that he knows drives me crazy. "And here," I say, kissing his breast bone. I smile and look up at him as he groans again. I can hear his breathing accelerate as my kisses slowly drop lower and lower. As I lick his chest playfully, I see him ball his hands into his sheets at his sides. I nibble on his belly button, feeling his abs contract under my touch. I laugh when sticking my tongue into his ombligo makes him jump. I straighten and start sucking on his earlobe. He's twitching under me, which makes me feel so powerful.
"You're killing me mija." Dom says softly.
I smile and kiss him lightly, watching his hands clench and unclench. "Don't you want to touch me too Papi?" I whisper in his ear.
"Oh God," he groans, his voice raw. "You have no fucking idea how badly I want to touch you Letty." He lifts his hands from the bed and places them on my ass, massaging it firmly.
I cry out into his mouth, panting. "Don't stop Dom." I grind into him, my whole body on fire. "Please… I need you to touch me." My nails dig into his back as I try to pull myself closer to him.
He kisses me hard, taking control. Moaning he asks, "Do you know what you do to me?"
I smile wickedly and push down onto his hardness. "I have an idea," and laugh when first his hands dig harder into me to make me stop moving, then he swats my ass just hard enough to sting. "Life with you is war," I groan, shivering under his touch.
He stops for a moment, trying to catch his breath. "We gotta slow down mija." He rolls me under him and kisses my forehead before moving once more so that he's lying on his back next to me. He takes my hand and laces it thru his. "I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you for the rest of the fucking year."
I laugh softly, trying to catch my breath. "No shit." I steal a glance at him, only to find he's staring at me. "What?"
"You kiss differently now. More… authoritative." His voice is steady, like he's trying net to get mad about the reason why my kisses changed. "What, is he not a good kisser?"
"Dominic, don't- please," I plead with him. "I don't want to get into this again. Not now."
He nods. "It's my own damn fault, I know."
He sounds so forlorn, I hear the words jump out of my mouth before I have a chance to think about it. "I broke up with him Dom. That's why I got here so early."
He smiles. "Good."
I turn to my side and look at him. "If you fucking break my heart Dominic, I'll fucking kick your ass. Adrian would never have hurt me, and I don't want to wake up one day and realize that I passed up being somebody's queen so I could be someone's bitch."
"I won't let that happen Letty, I swear." Dom kissed my hand. "I'll treat you like the prize you are."
I blush a little. We're pros at making each other miserable, but pretty new at making each other happy. "So what, I'm a trophy or something?"
"Yeah." He kisses me between each word. "You're." "My." "Trophy." He strokes my cheek again and smiles. "The only trophy I'll ever need."
"Mmmm. More kisses please." I sigh, rolling toward him.
"If I give you any more kisses I'm going to explode sweetheart." Dom shook his head, not letting me get any closer to him.
"Dominic, stop teasin." I frowned, my lip jutting out.
"I'm serious. No monkey business."
"I thought all guys jumped at the chance." I sat up, looking at him in disbelief. "I guess I'm not prime trim huh?"
"Mija… You know that's not true. We're just not ready." Dom sat up, stroking my shoulder. "I do want you. I want you so bad I can barely stand it. But maybe my dad is right. Maybe you're too young."
"But… can't we just… I mean I want to…" I can't look at him right now. "God this is so embarrassing."
"Don't be embarrassed. It should be me who's embarrassed. I'm the one who can't trust myself to stop. I just don't want to rush you." He kissed my shoulder, then gave me a hug. "Okay?"
"This sucks Dom. You got me all…" I look into his eyes and stop mid sentence.
"All what Letty?"
"Hot." I feel like I'm on fire right now, and he's barely touching me.
"I'm sorry." Dom gives me a half smile, and shrugs. "My bad."
"Ugh.. you're so… ugh!" I push him and get out of bed, needing some space.
"Leticia." Dom sighs, rubbing his forehead.
"Don't call me that Dominic. You know I hate that." I snap, padding the length of his room. Downstairs I can hear the music still thumping. I look at my watch. It's only a little after 9. "What are we supposed to do now then? I can't go downstairs to the party 'cause Vince saw you bring me up here. Should I just go chill with Mia, then go home?"
Dom shakes his head no. "Just stay and talk with me. Or if you went home once and changed, then we could hang downstairs. If Vince thinks I already – sorry, but you know, tapped some, then he won't think twice about us just chilling downstairs."
I nod, but then catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on Dom's door. "Shit, I can't go home looking like this Dom. My abuela would tan my ass. I look like I just got out of your bed. Maybe I can borrow some of Mia's clothes. You know she loves to dress me."
"And say what to her when you walk in her door?" Dom shakes his head again. "Your grandmother would know what you were up to, but she wouldn't ask who you were up to it with. You said Mia saw us at school right? Wouldn't she want to know how your date went with the pa- your ex." Dom coughs. "Sorry, force of habit. But you know she'll ask, especially if you're coming from my room and not from downstairs."
"So I have to stay in this room with you till everyone leaves and not touch you?" I ask, my eyes narrowing. "Some fucking party."
"I'm the one with blue balls over here Let," Dom sighs.
"That's your fault, not mine."
"Right. Contrary to popular belief, I was not born with a hard on Letty. You did this Mija, it was all you." He gestures downwards at his still tented crotch.
"You're the one who let his conscious grow bigger than his cock Dom." I'm totally unsympathetic. "We have one night together before 8 months of forced celibacy. I was all for fooling around, but no, you had to go all boy scout."
"At least you don't know what you're missing mija." Dom replied dryly.
"It's not my fault you're a slut."
"No, it's mine. I made the mistakes, and I'm paying for it. But I'm serious Let, we're not fooling around anymore tonight. I want to make sure I'm clean before we"
"What do you mean make sure you're clean?" My head snapped to attention. "You went bareback? Dom that's fucking disgusting. I don't want to hear about that."
"Will you just calm down for a second Let? How'd you get so fucking crude?" Dom practically shouted, making his words a little ironic. Taking a deep breath, he continued. "I always wore a condom, always. But shit happens. If it happened to me, then it's my fault, I'll deal with it. But I'm sure as hell not going to get you sick because I was an ass. It's the least I can do for you Letty. So until I know I'm clean, I don't want to risk going so far I can't stop. Understand?"
I nod, not knowing what to say.
"Good." Dom crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. "I wasn't going to tell you about that cause I didn't want you to think about why I needed to be tested."
"You shoulda just said. It would've been better than thinking I just… wasn't good or sexy enough for you."
"You know I think you're beautiful, right? You're more important to me than anyone else has ever been."
I nod, blushing. "So how long will it take you to find out?"
"Letty…" Dom warned.
"What, I'm just asking. I can't help it, I'm curious."
"It doesn't matter. We're going to wait till your birthday." Dom's voice is firm, final.
"This sucks Dom."
Laughing, Dom flashes me that smile of his. "You already said that."
"It doesn't make it any less true." Giving up on being mad , I crawl into bed with him and snuggle up to him. "Now you have 3 hours left to convince me that I love you enough to go thru all this bull shit and spend the next 9 months taking cold showers Dominic. Start talking."
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