Stranded

Summary: Part 2 – maybe I can stop torturing Dominic after this…

Rated: T – for language

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own anything, just my imagination.

One month after their trip to Mexico City:

Dom had taken them to a hotel in Venice for the weekend. Letty still wasn't sure what they were doing there, but she wasn't going to turn her nose up at a weekend away. She heard the squeal of knobs as Dom finally got in the shower.

Letty smirked, still quite tickled by his predicament. She snatched her phone off the night table and sent Mia the picture that she had managed to take. Dom might strangle her for it later, but it would end up in Mia's scrapbook.

They had gone to a local bar for some quick dinner, only to find that the place was full of football fan boys and sluts who wanted to get laid by the fan boys. She hadn't even managed to protest before they were weaving through the overly rambunctious crowd to find a table that had such a shitty view of the televisions that it was actually empty.

And given that Letty hadn't been all that thrilled about their location – normally she wouldn't care, but seriously, she listened to guys yell all day long at home – she had no sympathy whatsoever for what happened. In fact, she had laughed her ass off.

They had gotten their food – chicken fajitas, some spicy wings, and mozzarella sticks – and she sent Dom off to get a refill for their beer, saying if she had to push through the crowd again, she was going to punch someone.

She was lucky. Letty had looked up just in time to catch the oncoming disaster. A blonde girl who barely could pass for eighteen was walking backwards carrying a giant pitcher of a disgustingly reddish pink mixture; she was too busy flirting with one of the guys she was with to actually pay attention to her surroundings. She stepped into the walking path just after Dom had passed their table, but the guy who had been following Dom hadn't been quite as lucky. They bumped into each other hard.

It was like watching a train wreck. The girl tripped over her own feet, losing her hold on the oversized pitcher. The very pink contents flew through the air and half of it rained down on Dom's head.

The picture was a little blurry because Letty had been laughing so damn hard, but the look on his face had been priceless.

And just like that, he was ready to go back to the hotel and just order up. He was wet and pink, and very unamused that she had giggled the entire fifteen minute walk back to the hotel.

So, now he was in the shower, scrubbing the sugary tequila mixture off himself, and she thought maybe she finally had a handle on her sense of humor. She searched through her suitcase and pulled out a faded, dark blue t-shirt, stripping out of her clothes before pulling it over her head. The shirt fell to nearly mid-thigh – only slightly shorter than it had been when she had taken it in the first place – and she curled into a ball and dozed off on the bed.

Letty was rudely awakened some twenty minutes later by the stinging snap of a towel landing across her bare ass cheek. "Motherfucker!" she growled accusingly, pitching a pillow at his head. Then she made the mistake of looking down to see him completely naked and holding himself in hand.

"Say 'hello' to my little friend!"

Her mouth twitched as she struggled to keep a straight face. "You're not allowed to watch that anymore", she said shakily, body nearly convulsing into laughter. He stared back at her challengingly, and she gave up, laughing until tears rolled down her face. "I hate you", she managed breathlessly.

"I should have hugged you while we were walking back here. It woulda wiped that smug ass grin right off your face", he smirked.

"If you had gotten that pink shit on me, you'd already be six feet under by now", she refuted.

"I remember your quinceañera, Letty", he raised an amused eyebrow. "You were pissed as a damn viper over that dress."

"So you know better. Stupid ruffles", she grumbled.

"You want dinner now or later?"

"Are you serious?" she asked incredulously, eyes wandering over his body. "I think you'd better get over here", she murmured.

He eyed the t-shirt she was wearing. It looked like one of Vince's – from high school. "I'm not having sex with you while you're wearing Vince's shirt", he said dryly.

She grinned teasingly. "Aw, but this shirt hasn't gotten laid in years."

"It can go join a damn monastery for all I care. It's coming off."

Letty grinned, sighing dramatically. "Oh, fine." She sat up and tugged the shirt over her head before tossing it at him. "Better?"

He grinned; approaching her like a panther stalks its prey, climbing onto the bed with her. "I can work with it", he grinned against her neck.

Her jaw dropped and she shoved him over, sitting on his thighs, leaning over to kiss him roughly. "I'll give you something to work with", she growled.

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Nearly an hour later, Letty was lying across him on the bed, too comfortable to care that their combined body heat from skin to skin contact was making them both a bit drowsy.

"So?" she asked finally, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. "Are you going to tell me what we're doing here?"

"What? I can't do something nice for you without having an ulterior motive?"

She grinned up at him. "You tryin' to say you don't?"

Dominic smirked. "I didn't say that", he admitted. She really did know him too well.

"Uh-huh", she drawled knowingly. "What's up, papa?"

"Would you believe I just wanted some alone time with you?"

She shook her head with a laugh. "Not for a minute. We figured out a long time ago that date night for us just meant one of us usually gets pissed off by the end of the night."

He scowled. "I'm still not sure what I did to deserve getting pushed off the dock that time", he muttered.

She snickered. "I don't remember", Letty admitted.

"You wouldn't do that now, would you?" he asked, slightly amused.

She shrugged, "Probably not."

"That's convincing", he teased.

She snorted. "Besides", she shrugged, "Why would I push you in the ocean when I can just withhold sex?"

He jabbed her side playfully. "Because that's painful for both of us", he reminded.

"Very true. Look, don't think you've gotten me all sidetracked here. Tell me what's up", she moved off him and propped her head in her hand, elbow denting the pillow.

He just smiled mysteriously. "You'll know tomorrow."

"Dom-"

"You won't talk me into telling you this time", he chuckled, getting up from the bed and pulling on a pair of pants. "Practice some patience. And put some clothes on. I'm gonna order us something to eat."

"I don't like surprises", she grumbled.

"You've mentioned that a time or two", he said mildly, tossing the order menu to her.

"I want cake – chocolate."

"How about a bacon cheeseburger?" he suggested warily.

"One of those too", she nodded.

"I'll get right on that", he said, burying a grin.

"Get that smug look off your face. You wore me out and I'm starving, you amazing sex god, you", she deadpanned.

"God, you're a pain in my ass, woman", he rolled his eyes.

"And you love me", she sing-songed playfully, smile quirking at her lips.

He leaned over and pecked her lightly on the mouth. "That I do", he agreed. "But would you please get dressed so I can order our dinner – before I decide to eat something else entirely", he growled.

She smirked, but got off the bed, still naked, making sure to rub against him unnecessarily as she passed. "I think I'll shower. If you hurry, you can join me."

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A/N: Oh, well, look at that. I guess this will have one more chapter. =)