Making Memories II "Regret"

So it seems as though people wanted a continuation…so here it is! This takes place after the first one, the next morning. Thank you so much for all the follows, favorites, and reviews. Maybe let me know if there is a particular memory you'd like someone to share with Letty, or a scene you'd like to see. I don't know how far I'll continue this little ficlet, but how can I turn down you, the reviews, when you're asking for more? ;) Thank you again! Hope you enjoy this one! Remember…reviews are love! (and no, I don't have a reason or an answer as to why the Charger is back in the garage…but let's just say it makes for a good memory and story moment. I'm taking liberties here…lol)

He awoke to the sun on his face, coming through the light curtains that moved lightly in the breeze. It took him a moment to adjust to his surroundings, realizing he wasn't in his own room, and that his side was cold from where she had been snuggled the whole night. He lifted his bald head, looking around the room; she was nowhere to be found. Lifting himself up, he swung his legs over the edge, rubbing a hand over his eyes, waking himself. His cargo pants were rumpled, he attempted to straighten his tank top.

He'd been telling her small stories of their past when she'd drifted off to sleep, her head on his chest, her body half sprawled across his. He hadn't the heart to wake her, so he stayed there, relishing in holding her tightly against him. A small grin spread across his handsome features as he thought back to their progress the previous evening, rubbing another hand over his head.

"Dom," the sound of his name on her lips broke his resolve, as he gently crashed his lips into hers. She wasn't unprepared, accepted his kiss and kissed him back, her mind running wild as his fingers sunk into the skin on her hip, his other hand finding its way up to cup her cheek. He nibbled gently on her bottom lip, and she could feel the electricity coursing through her. She sucked on his in return, and the groan she received against her mouth would have made her knees buckle had she been standing. Instead she practically melted into his muscular chest, and he gladly rescued her, holding her tight against him, one arm wrapping around her petite waist, his other hand tangled in her dark hair.

The kisses were intense and they continued for far longer than either had intended. He couldn't get enough of the feel of her under his touch; she couldn't get enough of his hands on her, everywhere, the way his lips ravaged hers. The man knew exactly what she wanted. Eventually he came up for air, reality suddenly hitting him, realizing he'd just pushed faster than he'd intended on her first night back in his house. "Let," he whispered against her lips, slowing her movements. Her hands slid over his bald head as she took in the feel of his skin under her fingers, sliding down his cheeks. He grinned at her, taking in her swollen lips and flushed cheeks. "One memory at a time."

He'd stopped her there, not wanting to push anything farther than she was really prepared for. The thought of her in compromising positions wouldn't leave him alone—he'd been there so many times, it was hard to not take the next step, but she didn't remember those days. Any of it. He wanted her to take those steps on her own. And if she was the Letty he knew, those devlish ways would come about, one way or another.

He stood, making his way to take a shower before he went off to find her. She couldn't go too far, she didn't have a car yet, and she didn't remember her way around. Even if she took a walk, she'd be back soon, he thought to himself.

Wandering into the kitchen a bit later, he found a pot of coffee already brewed, a stack of pancakes, and slices of bacon. A gallon of orange juice sat on the counter next to the food. He cocked his head, taking in the scene. Mia had always been the one to cook, Letty was never really one to prepare their food. He usually did the barbequing on Sundays, with Mia's help. If Letty had prepared this for them…maybe she'd picked up some new habits while living with Shaw.

The thought made his mouth go dry. Shaw was dead, Letty was home. Those were the things that mattered. He poured himself a cup of coffee and went in search of the woman who'd gone through the trouble of making them breakfast. He stepped outside through the screen door, the heat hitting his face immediately. His white tee shirt stuck to his skin with the humid air, his blue jeans possibly a bad choice. He sipped the cup of coffee regardless of the heat, needing the caffeine in his system.

He found her in his old garage, leaning against a tool bench, staring at the half-rebuilt Charger. Her creamy caramel skin stood out against the white jean shorts she wore, the black tank top settled tightly against her upper body. Her long waves blew in the light breeze, one bare foot propped up behind her on the bottom shelf of the bench. He watched her sip her coffee, her head settled to the side, inspecting the muscle car, as if trying to figure out her next move. He walked to her casually, one hand in his pocket, smiling in greeting as she saw him, not moving from her perch.

"Mornin'," She greeted him back with a sweet smile.

"You've been up a while?" Dom responded, walking past her to turn on the oscillating fan a few more feet back in the garage.

"Yeah, few hours." She seemed appreciative of the movement of the fairly still air, turning her face in the direction of the wind. He stopped in front of her for a brief second, taking a chance and kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes and leaned toward him, tipping her head slightly in reaction to the contact. He stepped back with a small grin, looking back at the Charger.

"Mia calls her a curse," he explained, touching the front fender affectionately with his free hand. He took another sip of his coffee and Letty stepped forward, admiring the engine.

"Why?" she inquired, making her way around the vehicle. There was still plenty of damage from its last rendezvous with Hobbs, but it was coming together. She always did.

"She's seem quite a bit of action in her years," the fact that he was so affectionate toward the dark car, calling it a 'she', Letty couldn't help but laugh a bit. He chuckled along with her, before growing quiet, taking in all the work he had left to do.

"How long have you had it?" The questions always caught him off guard; the old Letty would know how long, would remember she had half-rebuilt it once before on her own. He hoped his reaction hadn't settled on his face, quick to respond.

"My father and I built her together before he died. Over ten years now, I guess. But she's been re-constructed several times at this point. Every trip she's ever taken with me, she's been beat up pretty badly." He set his mug down, leaning over the engine block, tightening a couple bolts with his fingers, toying with a few things within her.

"Why keep rebuilding her then?" Letty leaned a hip against the large car, watching him with her cat eyes. "Why not invest in something new?"

"We've got too much history. I can't just let her go," his voice was tight, and she had a feeling he was talking about something else. "She's never just gotten to see the strip, take a cruise down the highway. Simple things." He stood to his full height, crossing his arms loosely. "You rebuilt her once," he offered up. The words were out before he could stop them, knowing the reason why she did was not a happy one. Letty again tilted her head curiously, catching his eyes with hers.

"I did?" She asked, intrigued. There were so many things about this man, so many layers of their relationship. She presumed it would take her a long time to remember everything about them, if she ever remembered anything. At least he could tell her things, like her relationship with his Charger.

"Mmhhm," he nodded, turning his back to her, peering around the garage full of memories. "I wrecked her in a race with Brian years ago. Hit a truck head on and flipped. She was totaled. You worked on her after that. She was half-finished when I got back." He took a breath, waiting for her question as to where he was. When she didn't ask, simply waiting patiently for him to continue, he did so, ruefully, his voice thick with regret. "I left you in the Dominican, I didn't want you around when the cops caught me; I wanted you safe. You came back here, and worked on the car while you waited for me to come back." He turned back to her, she was now standing one arm crossed, the other holding her cup, listening intently to his story.

"Did you?" she asked quietly. He dropped his head.

"Not before your accident. Mia called me and told me you'd been murdered. I came back after that." His voice was deeper than usual, the tone he picked up when he was distraught or upset over something. The memories were unsettling for him, she could tell. Regret was written all over his face.

She knew everything leading up to her present. Everything after the accident was everything she knew now.

"If I remembered you leaving me behind, I'd probably kick your ass," she couldn't be mad at him for something she didn't remember. But she could threaten him anyway. He sighed, striding around the front of the black muscle car toward her. He took her mug from her, setting it on a shelf, and wrapped his arms around her. She was surprised but wasn't un-welcoming, her arms resting around his thick waist. He held her tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair, the feel of her body against his.

"Letty, I'm so sorry," he whispered the words so softly, she barely heard them. Dom blamed himself for everything that had happened-if he hadn't left her in the Dominican Republic, if he has kept her with him, she wouldn't have gone through everything she been through. She'd still have her memory. Everything was his fault, it always was. No good deed goes unpunished. And he'd pay for this one for life.

She pushed back from him, searching his face, his eyes full of sorrow. "Dom, you did what you thought was right. I'm sure I didn't agree with your decision, and I know I wouldn't now, but that doesn't mean you were wrong. Don't be sorry. There's nothing you can do now." She cupped his cheeks, his hands settling against her hips. "Don't think you can pull that shit again though, understood?" A playful smile covered her lips, and he wondered if she'd react differently if she knew how everything went down. He dropped his eyes to the ground for a moment, before looking back up at her pretty face, taking in her features, her soft skin. He ran a thumb over her cheek. She leaned into his palm, couldn't have stopped herself from the automatic movement if she'd tried. He bit back the words he longed to say, the words he felt deep inside. She wasn't ready to hear them. His tilted his head and touched her lips softly. She kissed him back just as gently. That would have to be enough for now.

She felt his stomach rumble against hers, and broke the kiss. "Hungry?" She laughed, not disentangling herself from his embrace. He raised an eyebrow, and deep throated chuckle rising from his lips. She swatted his chest, tossing her head back in a laugh. "For pancakes?" She finished her sentence, choosing not to respond to his look. He released her from his hold, keeping one arm around her waist.

"Did you really cook all that?" He questioned her as they walked toward the house.

"Yeah, why? You surprised?" She glanced up at him, admiring how his tan skin shone in the sun.

"Honestly? Yes," His laugh was deep, and solid, happy laugh. He allowed her up the stairs first.

"Don't tell me I didn't cook before!" She pulled open the door, looking at him over her shoulder. She crossed the kitchen as he leaned back against the wall by the door, crossing his arms.

"It wasn't exactly your strength," he watched her pick up the plates, preparing to reheat the food from earlier. "Let's just say, you were better at re-building a Dodge Charger than you were at making eggs." He ducked as she tossed her spatula at him, laughing out loud. He wasn't complaining, he could get used to her making him breakfast. And more.

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