Title: Settled

Author: Desi (just Desi, like... Madonna. or Cher... I guess)

Rating: K+

Summary: There wasn't much that hadn't been said, even the things that hurt. But it was settled; they needed each other, and sometimes that was enough.

Author's Note: For geea2, because your talent is a gift, despite whatever anyone says. Also, I understand that you're reacting to the chapter posted, but the guest who keeps saying "Letty's weak..." blah blah blah, just relax, I always write an explanation chapter. Sheesh.

It was dark. In front of her, as far as she could see, there was darkness. Dark waves slapped against dark boulders that were planted firmly along the beach. But with the vibrant light of the full moon and twinkling stars, there was just enough hope that someone would be able to see through the shadows. Behind her, a fire blazed and crackled, but she was too focused on her thoughts as she sat comfortably on a flattened boulder.

"There she is." That familiar gravely voice vibrated against her back and through her chest as he cautiously approached her from behind.

Déjà vu, she thought. Her hair whipped across her face at the brief breeze and she pushed it behind her, singlehandedly and leaned against his leg when he sat.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"You, me. Us." She shrugged a shoulder, her nonchalance hiding the heavy feelings that weighed on her mind. They had yet to talk, truly get past the bullshit and down to the nitty gritty. They'd been busy. What with Hobbs on their case about not making a lot of progress. But, now was as good a time as any, right?

"You finally ready to tell me how you came to the conclusion that you want my babies?"

She looked over at him and smiled softly. He decided right then and there that she had never looked more beautiful, with fire dancing across her skin and moonlight accentuating the black silk that was her hair.

"I tried to be happy without you. I did." She practically whispered. "But, the kind of love we have it just... it's unlike anything I've ever experienced, and it's what I want; what I crave. And Owen was good and kind and compassionate, but he didn't light a fire in my soul. And then you called. You never said anything, but I knew it was you. And in those ten seconds, I felt like you're the sun. And I was Icarus.

"You knew where I was, but you didn't come for me, and it took me a long time to accept the reason why."

"Do you truly know why?"

"I thought it was because you wanted more and I didn't. Not at the time."

"Are you insane?" He looked at her with such compassion, that her heart almost exploded. "If you only wanted to give me your feet to kiss, I'd gladly bow down before you and kiss them until the end of time. When you said you weren't ready, I respected that. It was you who pulled away from me. You left me. And I know you, Letty.

"I know you like the back of my hand, and because of that, I knew that you would have only fought harder to pull away if I would have come after you. So I gave you space. And then I heard about Owen, so I wanted you to be happy. That's all I ever wanted was for you to be happy. Or have some semblance of it. But, you're right.

"You left and I didn't follow you. I guess, it was selfish of me, but I wanted to wallow in my own self-pity. I wanted a reason to give up. I guess I did in a way. I threw myself into drinking-."

"And in other women." Letty interrupted.

His eyes blazed and his nostrils flared. "And you with other men."

She smirked, pleased with his anger. "Well, baby, we all have needs."

A low noise came from Dom's throat, something dangerously close to a primal growl.

"Stop that."

He looked away, properly chastised. "I can't help it. You have me, Letty. Every single fiber of my being."

She shifted her whole body then to face him completely. Putting her hands on his knees, she ducked her head, forcing him to look into her eyes. "And you're a fool if you think you have any less of me. I made an attempt at new love, but when I closed my eyes during a kiss, a hug or mid-climax, it was only your face I saw. My heart was never completely full when I was with Owen. He was good to me, but we have the kind of love that they're going to write novels about."

He grinned at her and pulled her into his lap, either of her legs straddling his own. Dom groaned when his hardened member met her bikini-clad center.

"I want you, too." She whispered just before he pressed his lips against hers in a fierce kiss. "But not now."

"What? What does that mean?"

"It means not now."

"Come on, Let. I haven't been with you for years. I want push my cock so deep inside of you that you feel me in your stomach. I want you to come hard around me, milking me until I give you my load."

"That's exactly why I mean by not now. Don't be blinded by the fact that I want your baby that you start to get careless. I can't very well help to stop this clown if I've got morning sickness."

"Fine, we'll use a condom."

Letty rolled her eyes playfully, standing from his lap. She started to head back to their family when he grabbed her arm. "C'mon, Let. Just the tip." He joked, grinning from the laughter he'd illicited. "I wasn't finished with you woman!" Leaping up from the boulder, he gave chase. Looking back, Letty squealed and picked up her pace, rubbing halfway around the campfire, putting it between them.

"It's only going to be worse if you keep running." He circled to his right and so she did the same.

"Okay, okay." She placated with her hands in front of her. "I'll make you a deal." Mia, who she was standing behind, looked between her brother and Letty, amazed at how quickly they could fall back into their routine, as if the past two years didn't happen.

He crossed his arms. "I'm listening."

"I'll let you have... a sample of what's to come, if we all have a brainstorming family meeting."

Dom considered this proposal. "Deal."

"Meeting first."

And so they dug deep into the recesses of their minds, everyone bringing something to the metaphorical table. It was like this that they were able to concoct the perfect plan to stop Hobbs' "bad guy".

Back in the villa, Dominic pulled Letty into his room, and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. "Please don't ever leave me again. I don't think I could bear it."

He was suddenly his sixteen-year-old self again.

"I wont." She promised. "As long as you don't leave me again."

"I swear to you, I won't."

He kissed her soundly, sealing their pact. Letty parted her lips and Dom pushed his tongue inside. He swallowed her moan when she deepened the kiss.

Using both hands to pull his shirt up, Letty effectively ended the kiss, commanding, "On the bed."

For once, he did as he was told, hopping into bed and lying against the pillows. "Get over here."

She grinned and stalked toward him, shedding her clothes along the way. Then she climbed up, catlike on all fours until she straddled his waist. Her hot, wet center leaving its mark on his firm abs.

"Sit on my face."

The moan that escaped her was unreal. Just his words could push her close to the edge. It didn't help that she'd pictured him saying those exact four words in many of the fantasies she'd gotten off to back in London.

Dom gripped her thighs and goaded her movements upwards until she did so on her own free will. "Hands on the headboard, baby."

She complied. And no sooner she had, Dom wrapped his arms over her legs, effectively pulling her all the way down on his face. And he proceeded to lick, suck and tongue fuck her until dawn.

There was no more talk that night unless it came in the form of a grunt, groan, moan, hum of appreciation and Letty's husky demand of "more" or "faster".

Everything that needed to be said, had been said. It was settled; they needed each other, and sometimes that was enough.

Fin.