DL 12

Hitting that fast forward key again. Don't worry this chapter will have a little bit of everything in it. ;-) CAUTION- "everything" includes SMUT!

P.S.- I want to give credit where credit's due. Don't own FATF etc, was inspired by GirlFight, and the work of a huge number of other fan fiction writiers. Also I lifted some lyrics from a song called "Incredible" by Darius (produced by The Matrix. It's a great song- check it out.)

P.P.S. Dom's driving an Integra for now- I know he actually drives a Mazda, but he's gotta go to Lompoc first.

The day of the college fair was the first time that it crossed my mind that Dominic and I might not make it. Obviously things weren't perfect from the get go, but up until then our problems had been based on circumstance. This was the first time that we'd managed to fuck things up for ourselves.

It scared me how quickly and easily I'd lost my temper and slapped him. I felt so… trashy. In that moment that thin line between love and hate became blurred. I hated Dom for what he did. I hated him more for what I had done. He'd managed to pull a part of me to the surface that I really didn't like. By doubting me he'd managed to make me doubt myself- if only in a different way.

My grandmother would tell you that I am not the most feminine girl out there. I don't wear dresses, I don't like playing with my hair, my nails are always a mess, and I'd rather shop for sounds than shoes. Mia feels at home in the mall and the beauty salon. I feel at home in the garage and at the gym. Compared to Mia, I'm the Incredible Hulk. When I slapped Dom, it was like something inside me snapped. I felt like a fucking animal for resorting to violence, but fuck, words aren't my thing.

I fucking hate when I can't express myself. Maybe that's why I like to draw- you don't need every fucking 'i' dotted, 't' crossed and comma in its place to get your message across. Art may not be universal, but it's pretty fucking close.

Cars are the same way. They either work or they don't. If something's wrong, you can pop the hood or slide under the carriage and see what the problem is. You can use your hands to fix things. Of course the problem here was that I had used my hands to try and fix something that only my words would have been able to. Scratch that- only his words would have been able to. I'm not the one who started the fight.

Or was I? Did I put too much pressure on Dom? Did it really seem like I wanted to be with Adrian? I'm not crazy though, I mean it's been months since I'd broken it off with Adrian and for God's sake we'd only dated for a few weeks. Why was Dom so fucking paranoid. Did he think I was getting some on the side? If anything I should be the one who should be paranoid. Dom goes out with Vince all the time while I'm at his house watching videos with his kid sister. I'm at school all day while he's- shit, this isn't getting me anywhere.

Walking past the caf, I headed toward the pay phones in the quad and tried to think who I'd call. Mama was home, I guess I could call her but it would take her an hour to get here and I feel too fucking restless to sit around for that long. Can't call Vince since I'd have to explain why Dom wasn't driving me back. That put Tony out the picture too. Adrian- calling Adrian was just a bad fucking idea. That meant calling Jesse was out the picture too since it necessitated calling Adrian's. Fuck me, I guess I'm taking the goddamn bus.

Having resigned myself to the poor man's limo, I headed back towards the parking lot. To my surprise Dom was sitting on the hood of his Integra, his head in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. Fuck. Fuck fucking fucker fuck. Fucky McFuckerson. There's no way to get to the bus stop without passing him. Guess I'm going to get to feel a little more trashy in about a minute once that big ole scene we're about to have gets started. Whoop-de-fucking-do.

Deciding to take the offensive, I walked right up to him, thinking it was better to start the conversation instead of letting him start it. That way at least I could ask the first question. "What the hell are you still doing here Dominic?"

He jerked his head up and what I saw tore a whimper from my throat. He'd been crying. His face was red and his nose was still running. Oh Jesus Dom, it wasn't as bad as all that, was it? He wiped his nose on his forearm and sucked it up in that oh so attractive way that guys do. Clearing his throat, he pushed his hair out of his face before speaking. I couldn't help but remember that I'd pushed his hair back just an hour before. Just an hour ago things were good.

"Letty, I swear to God I'm so fucking sorry. I just- I get scared. I know you're not like that. I know you don't care about money and shit. Please Letty, just let me take you home." Dom slid off his car and took a few hesitant steps toward me.

"Why, ah, why were you crying Dom?" I swallowed hard and gave in to the impulse to let my hand brush the cheek that I'd reddened earlier. "You don't cry."

"I'm afraid. I fucked things up. I didn't mean to hurt you Mija." He put his hand over mine, kissed my palm and then returned it to his cheek.

"I slapped you," I say mournfully. "I didn't mean to. I just- I lost control Dom." I close my eyes and lean into him. It's twisted, but I need to be near him right now to get thru this. I'm not strong enough for this, I think to myself.

"I deserved it," Dom whispers fiercely, wrapping his arms around me.

"No! No one deserves it. I acted like a fucking animal Dom. I'm sorry." I feel the tears explode out of my eyes, feel the sobs shake my body.

"Mija, it wasn't that bad. I provoked you. I shouldn't have said what I did," Dom soothes. "I was wrong. I was afraid. What I meant to say is- You are incredible. You are amazing. You blow my mind, one of a kind. I'm… having a meltdown. Sometimes telling the truth is easier said than done." (Incredible)

I look up at him, searching. "Then why, Dom? And don't give me that bull shit about not knowing why you said it, because you do."

He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. "This college shit, it's like, maybe I wanna do it, but, I'm afraid. I was pissed at you because you just thought it would happen for us. You were just so sure."

I draw back from him slowly, not believing what I'm hearing. "You're mad because I had faith in you? You basically called me a whore because I thought you could do anything you put your mind to?"

Dom runs his hands thru hid curly dark hair. "It's a lot of pressure mira. You put me on this pedestal. I don't belong up there. What happens when I let you down? Are you going to still think of me as a man when I bomb the SATs and it turns out I have to work for my old man forever?"

"Working for Tony was what I was planning on doing with the rest of my life. It's good enough for me but not for you?" My voice isn't angry or accusatory, but questioning. I just don't get what it is he's trying to say. Maybe I should tell him that. "What do you mean Dom? You're confusing the hell out of me."

"I'm just chicken shit. I lashed out at you because I was afraid and I guess I blamed you for making me feel that way." It was brutal, but it was the truth.

"I see." I rub my forehead with the base of my palm, trying to put all of this together. "If I put too much pressure on you then I'm sorry. If I made you feel insecure, then I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I slapped you. But I'm not sorry that I have faith in you. I know the kind of person you can be Dominic. I know what you're capable of and the only way I'll ever think less of you is if you pull some fucking stunt like you just did again instead of actually trying to live up to your potential.

"I thought relationships were supposed to help the people in them improve themselves and shit. Pulling shit like that Dom, it fucking lowers the bar for both of us. I may be newer at this than you are, but fuck, even I know that much." I sigh and shake my head in frustration.

Dom is watching me quietly, still struggling to compose himself. "So are you going to break up with me now?"

I sigh again and shrug slowly. "Is that what you want me to do?" Without consulting me first, my hand reaches up and brushes Dom's hair out of his face once again. "You think we should?"

"I don't want to loose you Letty." I can tell Dom's heart is racing. I can see his pulse; the vein in his neck is twitching so fast you'd think he was sprinting. "I know it's messed up, but that's why I said what I did. I don't want things to change between us."

"They're going to change Dominic. I can't stop them from changing and neither can you. If things didn't change we wouldn't even be here right now. You'd be with some bottle blond bimbo and I'd be chilling at the garage trying to get your dad to teach me something." I stroke his face slowly before wrapping my arms around him.

Giving me a gentle squeeze, Dom kisses the top of my head and rubs my back slowly. "Are you still mad at me?"

"No. But the next time I have trouble getting the right words out and fuck up like this, you better remember that I forgave you and forgive me too. And I better get the benefit of the doubt since English isn't my native language." I lean my head back and give him a light kiss on the lips.

"That's bull shit. You speak perfect English." Dom smiled, relieved that we were talking about something else.

I scrunched my face up and grimaced. "I don't know about that. Sometimes I still struggle to find the right word. And my vocabulary isn't that big."

Dom gave me a light squeeze, his smile changing from relieved to playful. "As long as it includes the words 'I love you Dom,' 'Keep going Dominic,' and 'It's going to be okay Dom,' it's plenty big for me."

"Unhuh. That's rather convenient. I noticed you don't care if words like, 'Not tonight', and 'It's over already?' are in there," I laughed as he nuzzled my neck.

"Brat!" Dom growled, blowing a raspberry. "I was trying to be romantic and show you I learned my lesson. Why you gotta make everything about the bootie huh?"

I pulled out from his embrace and smiled sweetly as I walked over to the passenger side door. "I guess that means you're not interested in make up nookie huh? It's a shame because we don't have to be back at the garage for another hour and a half."

Virtually running to the car, Dom slid behind the wheel and had the car in reverse before he finished asking, "Where do you want to go?"

Laughing, I snapped my seat belt on. "Mia's at the store, your dad's at the pit. Let's go back to your place mi corazon."

With a huge grin on his face, Dom managed to get us back to the house in record time. The ride itself was a huge rush; Tony had obviously taught Dom everything he knew about driving. Pulling in to the driveway, Dom simultaneously released both of our seat belts and stole a quick kiss before cocking his head toward the house in lieu of a spoken invitation.

"You gonna make me fall in love with you all over again Dominic?" I teased as I stepped out of the car.

Meeting me at the front of the car, he took my hand in his and stroked the back of it with his thumb. "Depends. You gonna stick by me if I do?"

I nodded, blushing slightly under the heat of his gaze. "Para Siempre."

Rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb, Dom growled his approval before stealing yet another kiss. The one in the car had been short and sweet, but this one was long, hot, and filled with unspoken promise. His hand teased lightly at the bottom of my tank top, his fingers inching up under the hem of it, caressing my skin in concentric circles, making me moan.

He pulled away so slowly that I didn't realize at first that I was leaning into him, trying to keep our lips connected. He chuckled as he unlocked the door of the house. "Come on," he said softly as he led me in before shutting and relocking the door behind us.

We walked hand in hand up the stairs, neither of us speaking. When we got to the door of his room, Dom stopped me before I could open it. Taking my face in both of his hands he looked down into my eyes and I swear that for a moment it was like he was looking into my soul while I looked into his.

"I love you," he said in that deep voice of his that makes my insides flutter and fills the once quiet hallway. He presses me up against the center of the door, leaning down so that I can kiss him and show him that I love him too.

I keep the kiss light at first, licking his lips slowly and smiling when I realize they taste like my lip gloss. My arms snake up around his neck and my hands burry themselves in his dark hair. Sucking on his lower lip, I purr when I feel him rub his growing erection against me. Whimpering I ask, "Can we go inside now Papi?"

With a single word Dominic makes me shiver. "Si."

I pull my hair from his hair and reach down and twist the door knob. Dom's hands are on my hips, drawing me close to him as I walk in. He flips the lights on and kicks the door closed behind us.

Placing his hands back on my sides, he slowly pushes them up, taking my tank top with them. Kissing my neck, Dom asks me once again if I trust him. This is our ritual; his words and my reply are part of our foreplay. He knows he doesn't have to ask, but I know that it's his way of making sure I know when he wants to step things up.

"I trust you Dominic. I love you," I gasp as lays me gently on the bed, kissing my now bare stomach. I reach for him, needing to touch him. It's my turn now to tug at his shirt, to ask him if he trusts me. "Please Dominic?" My need makes my voice raw and low.

"Mmm, mija." Dom tears his lips from my torso so that he can sit up and pull his shirt off. "I love how you taste." Tossing his shirt aside, he covers my body with his, grinding his now fully hard aroused cock against me. His lips sear mine, taking possession of my entire being.

I slip my hand behind my back and unhook my bra, no easy task while under Dom's sensual assault, not to mention body weight. I hear Dom's breathing kick it up another notch when he realizes that there's nothing between us from the waist up. He breaks the kiss, making me moan first in loss and then in pleasure as he takes my right nipple in his mouth and teases it with his tongue and teeth.

"Fuck Dom, don't stop," I cry out, arching up into him. I need to be closer to him. I reach down and fumble with his belt, eager to get him out of his jeans. As soon as his pants are undone, I start to push them down with my hands. When I don't have much success, I reluctantly tug on Dom's hair, trying to pull him up for air just long enough for him to help me get him naked.

Without taking his lips off of my skin, Dom somehow managed to kick off both his pants and his boxers then help me shimmy out of my low rise khaki cargoes. I felt him hesitate when his hand brushed over my panties. To be honest, part of me hesitated then as well.

Dom lifted his head and rolled us over so that we were side by side. "What do you want to do?" he asked, his eyes burning me. He was completely still, his only movements being his breathing.

"We've done this before," I say softly sidestepping the issue just slightly.

Dom let out a slow breath, tilting his head just enough that I knew he knew I wasn't sure yet. "Who are you trying to convince Let, yourself or me?" He kissed my nose softly. "You don't have to take them off baby." Pressing his forehead against mine, he took a few deep breaths before continuing. "It's probably better that you don't anyway. It's only a few more weeks before your birthday. We should wait till then."

I smile and kiss him shyly. "I'm sorry Dominic. It's just- usually they just come off in the middle of whatever. We just sort of jumped into it today."

He put his lips on mine, cutting me off. "Don't be sorry. You're already sharing so much with me."

Dominic's gentle touches slowly grew more eager, as did my own. We rarely had the freedom to explore each other like this in the privacy of his bedroom. I loved being able to touch him, hear him moan, feel him shiver when I stroked him.

Not that he was the only one making noise. Dom knew exactly where to touch me and how. Before long my body was dripping wet and covered in sweat. "Dom," I panted as he rolled on top of me. "Please Papi, I'm close."

Groaning, Dom took my left hand off of his shaft and pinned both of them above my head. "Me too," he gasped.

"Then let me-" I started to plead before he cut me off.

"Mami if you do I'll spill all over you," Dom argued, holding me still as I struggled under him.

"I want you to," I said as I looked straight into his eyes. "I want to see you cum for me Papi." I smiled up at him thru hooded eyes, my nose flaring just a little when he rocked against the most private part of me. He swallowed twice and then nodded, loosening his grip just enough for me to pull away.

Before he could change his mind I pushed him down onto his back and kneeled between his legs. "I'm going to taste you first," I said softly as I stroked his swollen cajones.

"Mira no, I'm not wearing a condom. What if I cum-" his own moan cut off his protests as I slowly took the head of his shaft into my mouth, staring into his eyes the whole time. At three fingers wide and nearly ten inches long, I couldn't fit much of him in, but by the way he gripped my hair, I don't think Dom had any complaints. I smiled as I watched his eyes roll back and his eyelids flutter as I bobbed up and down slowly, using my tongue to stroke him. Remembering something that I'd overheard Vince saying once, I started to hum, which made Dom groan my name over and over again.

Knowing that Dom wouldn't let me do this again if I made him cum in my mouth, I reluctantly pulled him out, making sure to use the time to torture him ever so sensually. "Did you like that Dominic?"

"Goddamn Letty, you're trying to fucking kill me, aren't you?" Dom said affectionately. "Another minute of that and I would have lost it completely."

"Mmm, maybe I'll keep that in mind for next time," I teased as I started to pump him. "Show me how Dominic," I said as I reached for his hand and brought it down over mine. "Teach me how you like it."

Dom nodded shakily and bit his lip. Unable to speak, he took my hands in his and taught me the rhythm and grip that he liked best. When I planted a kiss at his base he tensed up and thrust his hips up. With his free hand he pushed my head away roughly before giving in and starting to spurt hot white threads of cum.

Bent over him, I watched in fascination as the sticky fluid emerged. Despite how close we'd gotten over the last few months, I'd never had an occasion to actually see this. Knowing I could make him loose control like this gave me such a rush that I had to close my own eyes and swallow down a moan.

With my eyes still closed I felt Dom stroke my face gently, and heard him whisper thank you which made me smile. I nodded and kissed his palm, opening my eyes as he pulled me up for a brief kiss before he reached under his bed for a box of tissues- and to my surprise baby wipes. I gave him a questioning look as I pursed my lips and tried not to laugh.

"What, it gets sticky. Plus these are a good reminder as to why I shouldn't just let you have your wicked way with me." Dom gently wiped my hands and the spot on my chest where he'd gotten me before wiping himself off.

After throwing away the used tissues and wipes, he lay down next to me and smiled shyly. His fingers stroking my belly up and down, he looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Letty… you know how you could get pregnant if one of my guys got to talking with your girls even if we don't have sex?" Dom asked softly, obviously setting the scene for another question.

"You mean if I get some of your cum in me? Yeah, I know. But you just took care of that." I frowned, not sure where he was going with this.

"Mmmhm, but don't you think we should be careful?" Dom asked, kissing my collar bone and trailing his tongue up my neck.

"Ye yeah…" I nodded, my heart pounding so loudly now that I couldn't really formulate a coherent reply.

Fondling my right breast with the perfect amount of pressure to make me eager, he continued. "But it's only fair that you get to cum too right?"

"Nngnnhn." I nodded, reaching for his hips, only to find he was purposefully staying as far away from me as he could. "What Dom, just ask already so you can shut up and start kissing me."

Laughing at my pain, Dom nibbled on my upper lip, finding yet another way to touch me just enough to make me crazy. "I want to taste you now," he growled.

"You are," I gasped, trying to get another kiss. "Of course you can taste me," I whimpered.

"No mami," he growled, taking my hand and putting it between us. "I want a real taste."

"Dom!" I cried out as he used my fingers to stroke me erotically. "Just… Please… Yes. Please." I arched up, trying to get more contact, wanting to feel his fingers on me.

Stroking my face once again, he tilted it so that I was looking into his eyes once again. "Do you want me to leave these on?" he asked, his fingers twisting the edge of my now very damp panties.

Scratching his back with my fingernails, I shook my head rapidly. "I just want you to touch me. Me." I placed both of his hands on my hips, lifting them into the air just enough so that we could push the simple white cotton down. "I trust you Dom."

Smiling, Dom kissed my lips, my chin, my collar bone and a thousand other bits of skin as he worked his way down. Between his kisses I could hear Dom softly whispering that he loved me. When he was finally between my legs, Dom teased me by running his tongue over my entrance slow and steady.

"Fuck Dom, please. Just- Please," I begged, burying my hands in his hair and trying to push his face down. I told you I have a limited vocabulary.

"Mmm, you taste sooo fine mija," Dom crooned as he breathed in my sent. "I'll never get enough."

I can't tell you what happened during the next seven and a half minutes. I'd love to, but frankly it's all a blur. I'm pretty sure there was a lot of begging on my part, a lot more teasing on Dom's, and a lot of loud ass moans filling the room. When my heart finally slowed enough to allow for conscious thought, I was curled up in Dom's arms, splayed over him.

"Dominic if you didn't think I loved you before this, then you can be damn sure I love you now." My fingers trailed a slow design on his belly. "Why haven't we done that sooner?"

"Because you're a fucking feral cat Letty," Dom teased, tugging on my hair playfully. "When we had the time, we didn't have the space. When we had the space, we didn't have the privacy. Girl you were so wild and loud that I swear I have whip lash and my ears are still ringing."

"Shut up, you loved it." Blushing, I buried my head in his chest.

"You know," he said in his best gangsta voice. I could tell he was feeling pretty pleased with himself. "Maybe we should fight more often. Makes the make-up nookie that much better. I like the taste of earning your foregiveness." He kissed my forehead and rubbed my back making me purr. "It's amazing, watching you lose it like that," he said as he stroked my hair gently this time.

"Yeah?" I asked stretching sleepily.

"Yeah. You're always so controlled, contained behind these glass walls. I can see right thru them, help you shatter them, but the rest of the bustas out there, they don't even know the walls are there."

"I don't mean to keep you out Dominic," I say softly.

"I know." Dom gives me a soft swat and rolls me off him. "I'm going to take a shower before we head to work. You want to join me? We could work on keeping you… open to me."

"Whatever big head. You better get in that shower pronto cause you dirty." I shake my head as I sit up. I like watching him walk around naked. His body is so firm and tight I bet you could bounce a quarter off his ass and abs.

"Hey I see you looking at me," Dom chides as he grabs the towel hanging over his chair. "C'mon," he says extending his hand to me.

I glance at the clock and wince. "Can't Papi, we're running late. If I get in the shower with you, you know we're going to play some more. We don't have the time." Slowly I stand up on the other side of the bed and stretch once again.

I can't help but giggle when Dom lets out a low appreciative whistle. "Damn gurrl, you cruel." Pretending to pout Dom whips his towel at me and opens the door. "Wash up in Mia's bathroom then and I'll meet you downstairs, 'kay?"

"You got it Dom," I say waving him off as I look around for the various pieces of clothing I shed earlier.

Finding them all took about five minutes, which meant I didn't get to take my time in the shower and didn't have time to wash my hair. Drying off quickly I buttoned up my jeans and put my hair up in a tight bun so it wouldn't get in my way at the garage. Checking quickly for hickeys, I was relieved to see that Dom hadn't left any this time. For my part I didn't mind getting them, but they would have been hard to explain to Vince or Tony.

I thought about how strangely this day had gone. Things between Dom and I were getting more complicated, which I guess was a sign that they were also getting more real. Today was February 7th. Dom's birthday was in a week and mine was in about 3 weeks. Walking down stairs I found Dom waiting for me on the couch.

"Took you long enough," Dom said when he saw me.

"So sorry. Thought you were used to waiting," I whispered as I gave him a brief kiss on the cheek. "Let's go buddy."

"Why you gotta make everything about sex?" Dom sighed, grabbing his keys.

Opening the front door I raised an eyebrow at him and smiled evilly. "Don't know. Just got a gift for it I guess."

Fade out- End Chapter 12.