Picking Your Battles

by CCL

Letty stomped around the kitchen and living room, grumbling under her breath. The house was totally trashed. Between the semi-conscious bodies littering the floors and various pieces of furniture, the random articles of clothing that obviously belonged to people with no fashion sense, and every conceivable surfaced covered in half empty beer bottles or cups, it was easy to see why Mia had bailed with Leon to go get more trash bags. This clean up job would take an army several days. All Letty had was Dom. And he was currently classified as one of the semi-conscious bodies.

Another muttered curse and she dropped the bag of things she'd already collected and wiped her sweaty brow with the back of her wrist. This would be the absolute last time she'd stick around for clean up duty. Let Vince and Jesse do something other than raise hell and screw around. How Mia put up with this, she'd never know. Correction, she didn't want to know.

Letty crossed the kitchen over to where one of the empty washtub coolers were and stared at the murky water. This was going to take serious muscle to move. That meant calling in the big guns.

"DOM!"

A barely audible hrmph was all she got in response.

"DOM!"

"What?"

Sleepy brown eyes appeared over the edge of the couch as he tilted his shaved head as far back as possible to see who was disturbing his afternoon nap. The stony glare didn't appear friendly and he quickly slumped back into the cushions and resumed flipping the channels on the tv.

"You gonna sit there all day or are you gonna get up and help?"

The louder than normal thump of her boots across the wooden floor filled the room and soon her small form blocked the remote censor on the television. She watched in annoyance as his eyes traveled up her legs, over her well worn denim cutoffs, up past her sweat and dirt covered white tank top, to finally lock with her arched brow and none-too-thrilled look.

"Letty you're blocking the censor. Move."

The sofa creaked softly as his bulky frame shifted for a better position as he tried to aim the remote around her. Strategic placement of hands on hips and a slight stance adjustment blocked him sufficiently and the smile she plastered on her face was more sarcastic than genuine.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I in your way? Maybe you'd have better luck if you got off that damn sofa and helped clean up some of this shit!" She kicked at a crumpled beer can near her feet, delighting when it went airborne and Dom had to raise a hand in defense to deflect it.

"HEY! Knock it off, Letty! You're almost done, anyways. And Mia and Leon will be back soon. They'll help."

"Uh huh. And you think you're above helping too?" Her foot tapped the floor impatiently in sync with the nodding of her head.

His face split into one of those charming Dominic Toretto smiles. The kind of smile that always told Letty he was trying to get away with something by being cute. This time she only scowled harder.

"Awwwwwww, c'mon Letty! I'm all comfortable and shit. All I'd need is a cold corona and I could die a happy man right here on the sofa."

"And I suppose you want me to get it for you?"

"Well since you're up..."

He smiled his triumph at no one in particular as she growled softly and stomped back into the kitchen. The sounds of a cooler opening and being slammed shut, along with the faint tinkle of a cap landing on a counter drifted through the house and Dom didn't even look up when Letty approached him. The howl of outrage when he got doused over the head with very cold beer brought a satisfied smirk to Letty's face.

"FUCK!"

"Cold enough for you?"

"Letty, what the hell is your problem? Did you inhale too much cleaning shit?"

"Oh, you don't like the maid service?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously before turning to stalk away. In her mind, she knew he was watching her so she casually tossed her words over her shoulder. "Then do it your damn self!"

There was no real warning of his next move. All Letty knew was that she was soaking wet and that she smelled strongly of beer.

"DAMN IT DOM!"

She whirled on him, glaring daggers, and found herself nose to chest with her nemesis. In his hand was one of the half empty plastic cups and said cup was on it's way into one of the coolers on the table gathering fresh ammunition of ice cold water.

"Whatsamatter, Letty? You looked like you could use a little cooling off. Thought you wanted me to help?" He chuckled low and rumbling in his chest and brandished his cup ready to attack when she did.

"You do realize that this means war, right?" She'd already begun to back away from him, hands fumbling over the contents of the table for a suitable weapon of her own. When her fingers found another plastic Dixie cup she paused and smiled, the mess forgotten as they both sized each other up.

"Don't start what you can't finish, little girl. You don't want none of this." He began to inch closer, taking measured steps and collecting his energy for the chase that was about to begin.

"Oh I'll finish it, alright. And when I do, you'll be stuck cleaning up even more mess." Letty filled her cup carefully, grabbing a few surviving cubes in her other hand for added insurance.

"Then bring it on, girl. I'm just dying to see what you got."

She raised her brow in acceptance of the dare before lunging at him, launching to liquid at his face in a clear streaming missle before shoving the cubes down the front of his shirt and turning to flee.

Letty made it into the living room before Dom recovered enough to chase her. They stood on opposite sides of the table grinning at each other, hands grabbing at popcorn and chips, anything that could be used in the war. Letty squealed and ducked, occasionally getting hit with some random pretzel while Dom lunged from side to side, trying to fake her out and grab her. When he saw her hands diving into yet another cooler, he tried to make a grab for her wrist. Letty was too quick though, and managed to soak him again before running out of the room and towards the stairs.

"Oh you're gonna pay for that, girl!"

"Promises, promises!" came her tinkling voice, laughing.

The chase continued for another ten minutes, up and down the stairs and all over the house. When the two finally returned to where the fight began, the living room, Dom was dripping all over the floor and they were both laughing and out of breath.

"You had enough, Dom?" she gasped, holding the stitch in her side and fighting to take deep breaths.

"Why, you gonna surrender? Cause then I win by default," he said, panting softly and bending at the waist to rest his hands on his knees.

"Never!"

He raised his head and smirked. "Okay. You asked for it!" And with a technique that a linebacker would envy, he rushed her, catching her by surprise and lifting her easily over his shoulder.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Hey! Put me down!"

Dom only laughed at her beating fists on his back and swatted her backside in retaliation. "Quit! You might hurt yourself."

Letty watched in horror as he made his way up the stairs and down the hall. 'Where the hell is he...?'

"NO!!"

Reality kicked in a second too late as she first heard the water being turned on and then felt her entire body being soaked in a freezing spray from the shower.

"Dominic Toretto I'm gonna f-ing kill you!"

His deep baritone echoed in the small acoustic room as he laughed at her.

"I told you that you needed cooling off, Letty. Now do you surrender?"

He stood above her with those large arms crossed and brown eyes twinkling. His wet shirt clung to his skin even tighter and the cargo pants were slipping ever so slowly down his powerful hips. She licked her lips and surveyed her options. One, she could submit and be stuck cleaning up twice as much mess as before. Two, she could try to escape which would probably land her back in the shower again. Or three...fight to the bitter end. When her eyes found the shaving cream on the edge of the tub, the choice was easy.

"Me? Surrender? In your dreams, Dom!" She grabbed the cans and began to cover him in the sticky white foam from head to toe.

"LETTY!"

She laughed manically and continued spraying until the walls, floor and every surface there in was coated. All too quickly the can began to spit and sputter and soon Letty was left with an empty can and one snowman-like Dom. The sight sent her into another fit of laughter.

"Oh you think this is funny?" wiping a hand over his face and collecting a handful of the suds and flinging them at her.

"Hell yeah I think it's funny!"

"Really? Hmmmm..."

He tried to wrestle the can away from her and pull her closer to him so they could share in the white fluffy stuff. All that happened was they both slipped and slid, each of them grabbing the other for balance, and finally landing in an unceremonious heap in the bottom of the shower.

Once the initial shock wore off, Dom stared down at Letty, her ponytail askew and gobs of shaving cream on her head and clinging to a few loose strands. He began to chuckle despite the cold water still raining down on them both.

"Oh so you think this is funny? Geddoff!" she grumbled, shoving at his heavy form. When he simply pulled her tighter against his body, she looked up into his eyes and grinned.

"I got a better idea, Let. Why don't we both make sure we're too busy to clean? Then Mia and Leon and the rest of them get stuck with it." His hands flexed around her waist and he growled, deep inside his chest, when she arched against him.

"And just what did you have in mind?" She ran her hands up his back and over the velvet of his shaved head, massaging the shaving cream into his skin. "I mean, you're all set to shave your head." Another round of giggles erupted from her even as her fingers flicked a few remaining suds at his face.

Another growl and he drew back, shaking his head to remove the remaining bubbles and some of the water that was streaming over him. His smile was a flash of white in the shadowed darkness of the bathroom and Letty shivered at the hint of what that smile promised.

The chill of the water was momentarily forgotten as she watched him devour her with his eyes. She looked down to see that her tank top was nearly see through and by the way his hands had tightened on her hips, she knew he hadn't missed that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I tell ya, Let. I vote we get out of this tub...," mumbling against her throat as he mapped a trail up along her jaw.

"Yeah?" she said, trembling under his assault.

"And get out of these clothes..."

"Uh huh...?" Letty bit back a moan as his teeth grazed against the pulsing vein in her neck. Unconsciously she began to rock against him, letting her eyes drift closed. The friction between her wet shirt and his chest was sending her already turgid nipples on full alert.

"Then we get into bed and be as god damn unavailable for clean up duty as possible. Whaddya say?"

She moved to sit up slightly and Dom shifted back allowing her room to move. He gave her a puzzled look as she moved to turn the shower off instead of getting up and she simply smiled in response.

"We still smell like a brewery, ya know?"

The look of confusion disappeared in a heartbeat as he bent his head to bite at one nipple through her shirt and Letty jerked her hands back up to his shoulders, arching into his mouth. When he released her, she gasped and looked at him.

"Beer is good. I'd love to lick you clean. So whaddya say?"

Letty looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think before wrapping her arms around him and nibbling on his ear.

"How far is the bedroom again?"

His groan echoed in the small space and he quickly got to his feet and lifted her back into his embrace. His hands tugged at her shirt, trying desperately to remove it with one hand while he supported her weight and made his way out of the bathroom. Growing impatient, he slammed her back up against the door and settled for ripping it off instead.

"Too damn far," he growled, even as he buried his face between the twin globes and bathed them with his tongue.

Letty sighed in pure animalistic pleasure as he made good on his promise to lick her clean and tightened her legs around his waist while her hands busied themselves with plucking at his shirt. She whimpered when he pulled away, leaving her damp breasts to chill from the slight breeze in the house. When she realized he was only pulling away to remove his shirt, she eagerly helped him yank it over his head and then crushed her body against his, laughing softly in his ear.

"You aren't getting impatient on me now are ya, Dom?"

His mouth was everywhere. Nibbling along her collarbone, up the delicate curve of her neck, tracing the shell of her ear. She could feel the way his hands kneaded at the curves of her ass and found herself literally between a rock and decidedly hard object. And she wasn't talking about the door either.

"You mean...am I...going to bang you...on your back....in the hall, again?" His words were punctuated with kisses and nips at her breasts and shoulders and she ceased her assault on his body to throw her head back and laugh.

"Yeah! Somehow I don't think Jessie appreciated the view last time."

Again with the grin as Dom chuckled softly.

"Oh I think he did! But yeah, I think I can make it."

Letty squealed and swatted at his shoulders, shaking her head. "Oh you baaaaaaaad boy!"

Dom pulled her close to sear her lips with a powerful kiss and held it for long moments until her lungs burned with the need for oxygen. While she panted he walked purposefully towards the bedroom. "I'd be no fun if I were good."

Once the two were inside Dom's room, he kicked the door closed and quickly placed her on the bed, climbing up between her legs and burying his face in the flat planes of her stomach. On a sigh, Letty finally managed to vocalize a response. "Amen to that."

As he darted his tongue into the tiny dimple that was her bellybutton, he grinned again.

"And you wouldn't be either. Even if you are a shitty soldier."

Her relaxed hands tensed suddenly and pushed him up to lock her eyes with his. "What's that supposed to mean?"

His hands worked off her boots before moving up to tug at her fly as he spoke, knowing just what to do without even looking.

"You forfeited. That means I win. You lost the war, baby girl."

Letty's face filled with righteous indignation as she began stammering her retort and trying to squirm away. Dom held her still however and she was left babbling to the top of his head.

"I forfeited? Me? You're the one that fell on me in the tub, buster!"

"Either way," he mumbled as he bent to place a kiss right above her now visible panties. "I'm about to hit it, right? That makes me a winner."

She dropped her head back on the pillow and stared at the wall, fuming. "Well, I could cheat and just lay here."

The loud "Ha!" of his laughter made her jump and she snapped her head up to stare at him.

"Yeah right, Letty. The hell you could."

"I could!"

Dom's response was to jerk her shorts down around her knees before grabbing the simple black thong and removing both articles of clothing from her body, leaving her naked to his gaze.

"Well, we'll see, won't we?"

Letty bit back a moan that threatened to slip while he finished undressing her and quickly tore her eyes away as he divested himself of the wet cargo pants that hindered him. Her eyes began moving across the ceiling, silently counting the tiles when she felt the bed shift under his weight. She'd heard the challenge in his words and she didn't plan to lose now.

Dom carefully eased his large body between her legs, sliding his hands up the outside of her thighs until he could cup her buttocks in his hands and tilt her pelvis towards him. Then ever so gently he nipped at the inside, not enough to hurt, but hard enough to get her attention.

Letty fought desperately not to react to the sensation of his blunt teeth on her skin and knowledge of the proximity of that mouth to other areas that were begging for attention caused her to tremble.

He smiled against her skin and slid further up the bed to place a kiss on the delicate curve of her sex. "Doing good so far." He allowed his hands to roam over her hips and up her body to tease at the budded tips of her breasts as his mouth planted random kisses between her caramel thighs, cautiously avoiding the apex.

Letty struggled to speak, even as her body responded to his touch. "What? Y-you're doing something to me? I-I hadn't noticed." She drew her lower lip between her teeth as his nose brushed between her folds and hit that most sensitive place hidden inside.

"Liar."

Dom continued to tease and tweak at her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, causing just enough pressure to stimulate. His mouth, meanwhile, began to feast on the glistening folds before him, using tiny flicks of his tongue to coax a response from her.

When one not-so-innocent movement brought his tongue sweeping up her entire heated center, she jerked, and Dom held her still opting to waggle a finger at her and use his reprimand as even more torture.

"Uh uh uh! Beeeeeee Stillllllll!"

Letty shuddered again and forgot to clamp down on the urge to buck against his mouth. His response was another singsong warning.

"I felt that."

Her groan of frustration made him look up at her with smiling eyes. "Do you submit?"

Letty managed to raise up slightly and pull him up on top of her. She was panting, her chest glistening with tiny beads of sweat from the exertion of trying not to respond to him. And now, the sight of him above her and the feel of his erection nudging at her, she didn't care about winning or the cleaning or anything else. All she wanted was to feel him, inside her, right NOW!

"If I say yes, will you stop teasing me and finish what you started?"

"All you have to do is ask."

"Then I'm asking. Fuck me. Now."

It took only a moment for him to guide himself to her opening. Then with a slow flex of his lean hips he was inside, seated deep within her satiny depths. The sheer pleasure of filling and being filled was evident in the twin groans of relief and desire.

Letty quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails leaving tiny crescent marks in his shoulders as she was pleasantly stretched. The heavy feel of his body on top of hers was welcome and she arched towards him, shifting her body to bring his pelvic bone in direct contact with her swollen and throbbing clit. She smiled and tilted her head as he groaned again, his mouth latching on to the slender column of her throat.

"More. Please," came her breathless whisper. A plea for him to move inside her, to pump and push her to the edge of sanity and then over into orgasm. She inhaled sharply when he responded with a quick thrust.

"Like that?" came the gruff reply.

"Yes. Again."

And again he slammed into her, the teasing and playfulness gone as the two worked together to reach a common goal. Over and over, her body flexed and tightened, welcoming him inside her again and again. The soft sound of skin against skin and muffled breathing filling the room.

Letty trailed her nails across his back, lost in the stimulation of his hands and his mouth and just him being inside her. When she closed her eyes and tried to focus on the feeling all she could see was bursts of color in the sky. A sunrise or sunset. A rainbow after a storm. And yet none of these things looked nearly as beautiful as the look on his face as he made love to her.

She smiled up at him with all the seductiveness she could manage and began raising her hips to meet his. Letty could feel every nerve in her body as if it were on fire, burning. Burning for him. With him.

"Faster," she panted, needing just a little bit more. Just that one push that would help her to her release.

He responded by doubling the pace of their coupling. Pistoning his hips, driving in and out of her body at an almost inhuman speed. Their eyes locked as her vision glazed over and her body gave in to the pull of the tides. The only word on her lips was his name.

"Dom!"

Letty trembled and shuddered against the immovable wall of his chest, her eyes fluttering closed as her focus turned inward on the tiny earthquakes within her own body. Desperately she clung to him, riding out the pleasure as he quickly followed her, erupting after only a few more thrusts. Together they panted and sighed as urgency gave way to tenderness and he disentangled their bodies to spoon behind her.

"You lost," he rumbled sleepily as he nuzzled against her ear.

She smiled and yawned before stretching slightly and snuggling up against him for a nap.

"I may have lost the battle. But I will win the war."

Dedications: To Mami -- who thought a funny story where Letty and Dom have a fight and then end up in the sack could be done. (and that I should be the one to write it!) To Shiv -- who actually sat with me on AIM and told me I wasn't nutz and that he loved it. To Dallas, Ardath and Jules -- who, brave souls that they are, actually read the thing when I was finished. To my Dom muse -- who didn't abandon me after all!