Chapter 57 - There's a little problem ;)
Torrie walked back into the shop and just went to walk back over to the car she'd left to go eat. Half way there Dom stopped her. She looked up into his eyes and read the worry there. She could tell he was trying to come up with a good reason to take her and talk to her without letting on that he wanted to know what had happened.
"Hey baby, what's up?" She asked softly, even though she had a good clue.
"Nothin. How was your lunch?" Dom asked with feigned interest. He didn't really care about how her lunch went; he wanted to know what they spoke about. She knew him so well; she knew that was what he was getting at.
"Good. You wanna go talk in your office?" She asked with a suggestive air, running the tip of her down from his collar bone to the waist of his pants. She knew he wouldn't want the guys to think he wanted to know what her dad had said about him. She figured if he could make them think they were going to make out in the office it would save his pride.
"Yeah." Dom answered huskily. Now not only did he want to know what her dad had said about him he did want to make out with Torrie in his office. The plan worked better then she hoped. He let her lead him into the office and closed the door. Then he dropped the vertical blind down over the window, figuring that would help to add to the illusion of less talk more body language going on in the office.
"So, you wanna know what Daddy had to say?"
"Yeah." Dom answered as he grabbed her waist.
"But that's not the only thing you want to know is it?" She asked with a feminine smile.
"Nope."
"Well, what else do you want to know?" She thought she knew what he was getting at.
"I don't want to know anything else. But I want to do this." He answered her question and then grabbed her chin, kissed her and backed her up against the end of his desk.
Torrie planned on letting him kiss her for a minute then making him stop while she told him about her lunch date. But as was often the case when Dom started to kiss her she lost most of her ability to think consciously. She didn't really want to go all the way with him in the office with the whole team just outside the door, working like the two of them should be, but she had very little will power when it came to saying no to Dom.
So in that spirit Dom was silencing her faint objections to their activity in the office with kisses to her mouth, neck, and collarbones and she was busy both trying to object and kissing him back while she started to take his wife beater off over his head.
Dom laughed to himself, she was the most perverse woman he'd ever met. Did she want to do what it was obvious they were going to do, or did she want him to stop? She was telling him one thing with her mouth but another with her hands. He figured that she changed her mind every couple seconds and didn't really know what she wanted from one minute to the next herself. He felt her little hands on his belly under his top and helped her pull it off over his head with a moan. As her hands ranged over his belly, chest, and shoulders he kept kissing her all over her face and neck. Just as he was about to remove her tank top he heard the knock at the door.
He tried to ignore it at first, hoping if he didn't acknowledge it whatever member of his team that had been stupid enough to knock would take the hint and go away, but the knock came again. He buried his face in her neck and moaned. He was in no state to go open the door, to anyone.
"You need to say something Dommie, they're not going to just leave or they would have by now." She whispered. It was his office; he had to be the one that answered the summons at the door.
She only called him that when she wanted to embarrass him playfully or in the middle of their 'private' time, when he did something she really liked. Since it was more often the latter, no matter when or why she said it, it always had the effect of making him want her more. He didn't want to stop now more then ever and he knew he couldn't open the door looking like he did. "What?" He called out in what he hoped was a voice that would scare all but the most stalwart soul straight away from the door. Torrie giggled and it brought certain parts of their anatomy together. Dom groaned.
Torrie looked at the broad, dark expanse in front of her and sighed. She was cursing the interruption just like Dom was. She might protest against having sex in the office in the middle of the day with the whole team in the other room, but as soon as Dom put his hands on her all reason went out of her head and having Dom was the only thing left in it.
"I forgot to tell my daughter something, I just need to speak to her for a moment." Came Harry's voice through the door.
"Oh shit!" Torrie giggled, seeing the humour. It was obvious to even the most obtuse person what her dad had been interrupting. Dom standing in front of her with no shirt on, both of them out of breath.
"I'm the one he's going to kill; you can go ahead and find it funny if you want." Dom said while he looked for his shirt. "One second." Dom called out. He knew Harry was going to wonder what was going on that they needed a minute before they could open the door. "It's your father; try to wipe that sexy look out of your eyes." Dom growled. She'd be hurt, if she thought he was serious.
"I can't any more then you can take the swollen look that your bottom lip has out by the power of your mind." She laughed at him then. "Or hide the little tent your pants seem to have grown."
"Little?" He growled, moving back toward her while pulling his top on. He thought she was making a slight on him and he was going to show her how not little things were.
"My dad, remember." She sat down in the chair in front of his desk. Dom took the hint and sat behind the desk with a look that told her the conversation would keep till Harry left. When he sat down and thought they both looked semi composed he called out. "Come in."
"I forgot to ask you, Torrie." Harry said as he walked in but then trialed off as he saw the look on the two faces staring back at him. "Did I come at a bad time?" He growled. It was more then obvious the minute his daughter came back to this place that oversexed animal Toretto had pounced on her. Torrie answered him.
"Not at all Daddy. Dom was just talking to me about a car we're going to fix." Torrie lied easily to her father, her face never losing its angelic countance. She had loads of practise at it of course, and she found the skill returning to her easily. Dom looked slightly more embarrassed.
Harry didn't really buy it but he wasn't going to call his daughter a liar. At the very least he supposed that at least she was making up her own mind. He had to respect her choices even if he did hope that Toretto was one of those silly mistakes you made when you were young.
"What did you need dad?" Torrie asked her father.
"I forgot to ask you if you'd come with me to my brother's house tomorrow." Harry looked vulnerable. Torrie realized he didn't want to go see his brother for the first time in a year, after finding out said brother thought he was dead, all by himself. Torrie knew he was pissed about 'catching' her and Dom in 'the act' as it were, and it pissed her off because he had acted ok with it when they'd had lunch, but Harry was still her dad and she wouldn't leave him to do something so hard on his own.
"I'd love to. When you goin'?" She smiled a sunny smile for Harry's benefit.
"I thought early. Like maybe 10 am."
"Sounds good. I've still got two days of sick time from my flu so I'm sure Dommi." she realized what she was about to say. "Dom won't mind." Dom actually blushed a slight amount when she went to call him by her pet name for him in front of Harry. It was all fine and good for her to call him that in private, or in front of their close friends, but not in front of someone like Harry. Torrie shot Dom a look, asking for permission to go with her dad instead of coming to work with a glance.
"I don't mind at all Torrie. Take the day off and rest and see your family. Just call me if you won't be home for supper so I can tell Mia." Dom sensed that cheerful agreement was the best course of action, even if he again wanted to yell and shout that he didn't want her to spend any time alone with Harry.
"So you'll pick me up? Or do you want me to come get you?" Torrie asked her father.
"I'll come get you. See you then." Harry turned to leave.
"Bye daddy." Torrie called.
"Bye Harry." Dom added, figuring if he didn't say anything it would look even more suspicious.
"Bye." Harry left without a backwards glance. They closed the door again behind him.
"Well, that went well." Torrie giggled.
"You laugh, but no matter what you say, he hates me." Dom looked up from his desk. Torrie thought for a second he looked upset about it. She looked at him again and realized that Dom did look upset about it. She got up and walked around the desk. She hauled his chair out from the desk and sat on his lap.
"We had this discussion as often as the no horseplay in the garage discussion. He doesn't hate you. He hates the fact that I have a serious boyfriend that I live with. He's never had to deal with it before. When he left I was dutifully doing what he wanted me to do, while he was gone I got a life he didn't have anything to do with. He'll come around. He's only been back a few days Dommie. Give him time. After all, I'm still here with you, no matter what he says or does."
"But he's decided I'm not good enough for you and he doesn't even know me." Dom said, and Torrie could tell this whole thing with her dad bothered him more then he wanted to let on.
"Why do you care? He's my dad and I don't care."
"He doesn't hate you." Dom was upset about the whole situation and he didn't like it one bit. He didn't know why he cared, he didn't normally care what other people thought of him. But he thought that Torrie was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, even though he realized he'd never told her that, and he didn't want to think her father hated him for the rest of his life.
"I don't hate you." She said in her best sexy voice as she turned around on his lap to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh you don't eh?" He asked her slyly.
"Nope, how'd you get this back on?" She asked as she started to pull his back over his head. "I thought I took care of this already." She grinned evilly.
"You know you're gonna have to be quiet?" He asked her, wanting to know if his normally shy girl was sure she wanted to go through with something so wild.
"I'll try." She never lost her grin.
Half an hour later they immerged from the office to sly looks from the rest of their team. Torrie went right back to the Nissan she'd left behind and Dom finished up his task as well. They went home and had supper as a team. Torrie still wasn't really back to her old self and she went to bed early, siteing her visit with her father early the next day as the reason. Dom knew it was because she'd done more then she was ready to do that day and she was bone tired, but he didn't say anything in front of the team.
Torrie walked back into the shop and just went to walk back over to the car she'd left to go eat. Half way there Dom stopped her. She looked up into his eyes and read the worry there. She could tell he was trying to come up with a good reason to take her and talk to her without letting on that he wanted to know what had happened.
"Hey baby, what's up?" She asked softly, even though she had a good clue.
"Nothin. How was your lunch?" Dom asked with feigned interest. He didn't really care about how her lunch went; he wanted to know what they spoke about. She knew him so well; she knew that was what he was getting at.
"Good. You wanna go talk in your office?" She asked with a suggestive air, running the tip of her down from his collar bone to the waist of his pants. She knew he wouldn't want the guys to think he wanted to know what her dad had said about him. She figured if he could make them think they were going to make out in the office it would save his pride.
"Yeah." Dom answered huskily. Now not only did he want to know what her dad had said about him he did want to make out with Torrie in his office. The plan worked better then she hoped. He let her lead him into the office and closed the door. Then he dropped the vertical blind down over the window, figuring that would help to add to the illusion of less talk more body language going on in the office.
"So, you wanna know what Daddy had to say?"
"Yeah." Dom answered as he grabbed her waist.
"But that's not the only thing you want to know is it?" She asked with a feminine smile.
"Nope."
"Well, what else do you want to know?" She thought she knew what he was getting at.
"I don't want to know anything else. But I want to do this." He answered her question and then grabbed her chin, kissed her and backed her up against the end of his desk.
Torrie planned on letting him kiss her for a minute then making him stop while she told him about her lunch date. But as was often the case when Dom started to kiss her she lost most of her ability to think consciously. She didn't really want to go all the way with him in the office with the whole team just outside the door, working like the two of them should be, but she had very little will power when it came to saying no to Dom.
So in that spirit Dom was silencing her faint objections to their activity in the office with kisses to her mouth, neck, and collarbones and she was busy both trying to object and kissing him back while she started to take his wife beater off over his head.
Dom laughed to himself, she was the most perverse woman he'd ever met. Did she want to do what it was obvious they were going to do, or did she want him to stop? She was telling him one thing with her mouth but another with her hands. He figured that she changed her mind every couple seconds and didn't really know what she wanted from one minute to the next herself. He felt her little hands on his belly under his top and helped her pull it off over his head with a moan. As her hands ranged over his belly, chest, and shoulders he kept kissing her all over her face and neck. Just as he was about to remove her tank top he heard the knock at the door.
He tried to ignore it at first, hoping if he didn't acknowledge it whatever member of his team that had been stupid enough to knock would take the hint and go away, but the knock came again. He buried his face in her neck and moaned. He was in no state to go open the door, to anyone.
"You need to say something Dommie, they're not going to just leave or they would have by now." She whispered. It was his office; he had to be the one that answered the summons at the door.
She only called him that when she wanted to embarrass him playfully or in the middle of their 'private' time, when he did something she really liked. Since it was more often the latter, no matter when or why she said it, it always had the effect of making him want her more. He didn't want to stop now more then ever and he knew he couldn't open the door looking like he did. "What?" He called out in what he hoped was a voice that would scare all but the most stalwart soul straight away from the door. Torrie giggled and it brought certain parts of their anatomy together. Dom groaned.
Torrie looked at the broad, dark expanse in front of her and sighed. She was cursing the interruption just like Dom was. She might protest against having sex in the office in the middle of the day with the whole team in the other room, but as soon as Dom put his hands on her all reason went out of her head and having Dom was the only thing left in it.
"I forgot to tell my daughter something, I just need to speak to her for a moment." Came Harry's voice through the door.
"Oh shit!" Torrie giggled, seeing the humour. It was obvious to even the most obtuse person what her dad had been interrupting. Dom standing in front of her with no shirt on, both of them out of breath.
"I'm the one he's going to kill; you can go ahead and find it funny if you want." Dom said while he looked for his shirt. "One second." Dom called out. He knew Harry was going to wonder what was going on that they needed a minute before they could open the door. "It's your father; try to wipe that sexy look out of your eyes." Dom growled. She'd be hurt, if she thought he was serious.
"I can't any more then you can take the swollen look that your bottom lip has out by the power of your mind." She laughed at him then. "Or hide the little tent your pants seem to have grown."
"Little?" He growled, moving back toward her while pulling his top on. He thought she was making a slight on him and he was going to show her how not little things were.
"My dad, remember." She sat down in the chair in front of his desk. Dom took the hint and sat behind the desk with a look that told her the conversation would keep till Harry left. When he sat down and thought they both looked semi composed he called out. "Come in."
"I forgot to ask you, Torrie." Harry said as he walked in but then trialed off as he saw the look on the two faces staring back at him. "Did I come at a bad time?" He growled. It was more then obvious the minute his daughter came back to this place that oversexed animal Toretto had pounced on her. Torrie answered him.
"Not at all Daddy. Dom was just talking to me about a car we're going to fix." Torrie lied easily to her father, her face never losing its angelic countance. She had loads of practise at it of course, and she found the skill returning to her easily. Dom looked slightly more embarrassed.
Harry didn't really buy it but he wasn't going to call his daughter a liar. At the very least he supposed that at least she was making up her own mind. He had to respect her choices even if he did hope that Toretto was one of those silly mistakes you made when you were young.
"What did you need dad?" Torrie asked her father.
"I forgot to ask you if you'd come with me to my brother's house tomorrow." Harry looked vulnerable. Torrie realized he didn't want to go see his brother for the first time in a year, after finding out said brother thought he was dead, all by himself. Torrie knew he was pissed about 'catching' her and Dom in 'the act' as it were, and it pissed her off because he had acted ok with it when they'd had lunch, but Harry was still her dad and she wouldn't leave him to do something so hard on his own.
"I'd love to. When you goin'?" She smiled a sunny smile for Harry's benefit.
"I thought early. Like maybe 10 am."
"Sounds good. I've still got two days of sick time from my flu so I'm sure Dommi." she realized what she was about to say. "Dom won't mind." Dom actually blushed a slight amount when she went to call him by her pet name for him in front of Harry. It was all fine and good for her to call him that in private, or in front of their close friends, but not in front of someone like Harry. Torrie shot Dom a look, asking for permission to go with her dad instead of coming to work with a glance.
"I don't mind at all Torrie. Take the day off and rest and see your family. Just call me if you won't be home for supper so I can tell Mia." Dom sensed that cheerful agreement was the best course of action, even if he again wanted to yell and shout that he didn't want her to spend any time alone with Harry.
"So you'll pick me up? Or do you want me to come get you?" Torrie asked her father.
"I'll come get you. See you then." Harry turned to leave.
"Bye daddy." Torrie called.
"Bye Harry." Dom added, figuring if he didn't say anything it would look even more suspicious.
"Bye." Harry left without a backwards glance. They closed the door again behind him.
"Well, that went well." Torrie giggled.
"You laugh, but no matter what you say, he hates me." Dom looked up from his desk. Torrie thought for a second he looked upset about it. She looked at him again and realized that Dom did look upset about it. She got up and walked around the desk. She hauled his chair out from the desk and sat on his lap.
"We had this discussion as often as the no horseplay in the garage discussion. He doesn't hate you. He hates the fact that I have a serious boyfriend that I live with. He's never had to deal with it before. When he left I was dutifully doing what he wanted me to do, while he was gone I got a life he didn't have anything to do with. He'll come around. He's only been back a few days Dommie. Give him time. After all, I'm still here with you, no matter what he says or does."
"But he's decided I'm not good enough for you and he doesn't even know me." Dom said, and Torrie could tell this whole thing with her dad bothered him more then he wanted to let on.
"Why do you care? He's my dad and I don't care."
"He doesn't hate you." Dom was upset about the whole situation and he didn't like it one bit. He didn't know why he cared, he didn't normally care what other people thought of him. But he thought that Torrie was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, even though he realized he'd never told her that, and he didn't want to think her father hated him for the rest of his life.
"I don't hate you." She said in her best sexy voice as she turned around on his lap to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh you don't eh?" He asked her slyly.
"Nope, how'd you get this back on?" She asked as she started to pull his back over his head. "I thought I took care of this already." She grinned evilly.
"You know you're gonna have to be quiet?" He asked her, wanting to know if his normally shy girl was sure she wanted to go through with something so wild.
"I'll try." She never lost her grin.
Half an hour later they immerged from the office to sly looks from the rest of their team. Torrie went right back to the Nissan she'd left behind and Dom finished up his task as well. They went home and had supper as a team. Torrie still wasn't really back to her old self and she went to bed early, siteing her visit with her father early the next day as the reason. Dom knew it was because she'd done more then she was ready to do that day and she was bone tired, but he didn't say anything in front of the team.