Not for you (FIN)

Author's note:

I wrote this spin-off because I thought that it would be interesting to have a tiny glimpse at what Dom actually thinks. This is not really possible in the other story, as it's written from my OFC's view.

It's - well - sort of a song fic, but not quite. I came up with it a few days ago when I heard that song in my car, which has a really, really good sound system. I found it... sexy, and felt the urge to dance. Lucky me didn't yet post chapter 11 of the other story at that time yet, so it was quite simple to fit that in.

If you don't know the song; you can find it here:

http://www.emp3world.com/mp3/29771/Depeche%20Mode/%20I%20feel%20you


Anyway... have fun!




It was Saturday evening at Racewars; the darkness had just fallen over the desert valley.

Dominic Toretto had a mission.

He was determined to complete it successfully, and walked through the camp with large steps, whistling a happy tune.

That strange woman he had met the evening before wouldn't go off his mind. She had invited him to her trailer when she found him on the roof of Brian's all alone. Had given him a bed to sleep in, food to eat and clothes to wear. He had asked for nothing and she had given him so much, without wanting to bed him, as most women would have tried.

Definitely worth a second look at her.

She was weird. Beautiful, wild and weird.

Perhaps not beautiful in the modern, almost anorexic sense, Dom thought, but if she smiled, which she rarely did, a sunrise seemed dim in comparison. She could laugh, but didn't do this often - Dom still remembered her this afternoon, when she had raced Brian, smoking him. The way she had laughed at him, over her shoulder, the long blonde hair flowing in the wind had almost broken his heart. So beautiful.

But boy, that woman had an attitude! Not like the usual women at Racewars, in fact, like no other woman he ever knew. She wouldn't even let him touch her. That morning she had completely freaked out when he had just tried to calm her down.

Something was wrong with her, definitely wrong.

Which, on the other hand, to Dom just seemed right.

He wasn't exactly easy to handle, too, due to many events that had taken place in the past. And the thought that a woman like her might be able to understand him, because she, just like him, seemed to have faced quite some evil things in her life.

He wanted to ask her out. Not to the team's usual barbecue.

Out for a dance, for some fun in the next town. He had tried that in the afternoon, but back then, she was still angry about him helping her in the race by playing tricks on Brian; and so all she did was showing him what her car was capable of doing. Good lord, what a car! Whoever had built that engine exactly knew what he was doing.

But now he wanted to get to know her better. And the rest of the team, Vince, in particular, who had brought her to Racewars, wasn't really helpful in such a task. They were asking too many questions; questions that demanded answers he knew she wouldn't willingly give. He was too scared that the others would chase her away. She was always so close to running; he, used to be on the run, could see that.

But he didn't want her to run. He wanted her close. That, of course, as he had found out this morning, would scare her. Shit, he just wanted to be near her, if that was all he could get.

Her trailer was parked at the far end of the camp; standing in a slight distance to all other trailers. The lights in it were turned on, so, he thought, she was at least at home, and continued to walk.

As he came near and had almost reached the door he heard an eerie, squeaking sound coming from the trailer and instantly stopped in his tracks. Then music starting to play - so loud, in fact, that the windows of her trailer were shaking with each bass beat.

Dom recognized the song instantly, Depeche Mode's 'I feel you." Damn, he thought, that woman has taste. And loud, even! Definitely louder than the usual woman would have turned on her music.

He was wondering what she was doing with music turned up that loud, and thought that it wasn't necessarily the best idea to knock right now. Perhaps she had a visitor? He thought and found jealousy bubbling up inside of him. Looking inside before knocking seemed the best idea.

Dom sneaked to the trailer's back window and took a look. He almost couldn't believe his eyes what he saw there.

I feel you

Your sun it shines


Damn! She was swaying through the small trailer's space, hips swinging, her eyes closed, the mass of blonde hair around her shoulders and on her back.

Dom took a step back from the window and looked down. If he wanted her trust and she would ever find out what he did here - let alone notice him now! - then he'd be thoroughly fucked.

I feel you

Within my mind


But Gods, she looked gorgeous! He took another look, this time from the far left corner of the window.

You take me there

You take me where

The kingdom comes


It was as if she was doing all that dancing just for him. Eyes closed, she stood before the small kitchen space, still wearing that insane blue dress which looked so good on her. No shoes. She was dancing; her whole body was swaying, swinging; her hands gliding along the sides of her body.

Dom felt that he was breaking a sweat. Damn, that woman could dance! Table dancers all over the world would be envious, he thought.

You take me to

And lead me through

Babylon

Babylon? Oh fuck, yes! He couldn't think of anything more blasphemic than the movements of that woman. Yet, he thought, he also couldn't come up with anything more heavenly at that moment.

But what did he care, being an atheist?

She had turned around, and he could see her ass circling with her hips in slow, lazy moves.

Coming to think that I had just that about half an inch away from me this morning, he thought... Thinking it over, it's good that I didn't see her dancing like this before...

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love


She had turned around again, the eyes still closed. Her hands were wandering over her body, starting from her hips, over her stomach, her breasts, to the zipper of her dress.

Dom felt a familiar tightening of his groin; something he hadn't experienced for quite some time. Fuck, he thought, if anyone sees me here like this, I'm fucked. Completely. I doubt that they will ever allow me on the tracks again... not on the illegal tracks like this, even...

I feel you

Your heart it sings

I feel you

The joy it brings


Joy? Definitely. No, torture was more like it...

She had opened the zipper which went down to the dresses' hem, very slowly, dancing to the music; using her other hand to slide over her slowly exposed breasts, still hidden by her bra.

He, seeing this, put one hand into the front pocket of his trousers, his fingers touching the hard length that was still growing through the pocket's fabric. I need to stop watching her, he thought, I need to get away from this place. This is wrong, so wrong, so wrong, in fact, that it...

Where heaven waits

Those golden gates

And back again


... felt fucking right!

She had dropped the dress, his hand got a hold of his hard length through the fabric of the trouser's pocket. She was spinning around on the word 'back', now, again, showing him her backside. Black underwear, small bra and panties. Shit! He had seen that underwear this morning, but couldn't remember that it had looked that sexy.

He found that he was rubbing himself; the fabric producing a strange kind of feeling on his skin.

You take me to

And lead me through

Oblivion


The muscles on her back were moving with her. Her hands went over her head, lifting up the hair in the process, letting it fall back down.

Fuck, he thought. He felt that he was really sweating now, and right at that moment he really didn't care any more if someone would see him standing there. One hand still firmly rubbing on his shaft, the other clutched to the window frame, the beat that was shaking it thrumming through his fingers, he continued to watch her.

This is the morning of our love

Its just the dawning of our love


Not enough, he decided. He opened the upper button of his trousers, sliding his hand into his pants; not before taking a good look around. Nobody was to be seen.

Dom closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip, sucking it in, then took a firm hold on his length. A small sigh escaped his lips as he started moving his hand in a slow rhythm, and he opened his eyes to look at her again.

I feel you

Your precious soul

And I am whole


Her fingers were locked, the hands over her head, she was still dancing around with those lazy, hip-swinging movements. He thought that in the time he had known her, she had never looked so... free.

I think it would take much more to feel your precious soul, Dana, than just touching you, let alone standing here masturbating, he thought. Fuck, I'm so not worth feeling you. But I can still look at you. Looking didn't hurt anyone, right? Especially if the person being looked at didn't know...

I feel you

Your rising sun

My kingdom comes


If this were my kingdom, then you'd be my queen, he thought. And concubine.

His breath came faster, he was rubbing harder.

Shit, why couldn't be in there with her? He imagined how her moving, dancing body would feel like under his hands, and what he came up with just made him rub harder.

He had carried her this morning, had washed her when she was unconscious; but that was different. Back then he didn't necessarily look at her as a woman; she had just been a person with a heatstroke, for which he felt a bit guilty as he had touched her even if she told him not to. But ever since she smiled at him over her shoulder after the race, he had been lost.

She had turned around again, and all of a sudden, opened her eyes a bit - and was looking his direction. Shit. Taking a closer look, he found that she wasn't really looking at him, but at that table of hers which was standing right before the window where he was hiding.

The way she was looking at it, coming nearer, eyes half closed, with those sensual, slow dancing movements just made him wish more to be in there with her. But knocking, he found, was so out of question... if he did, and would approach her with what was currently on his mind, she'd probably kick him all over the camp.

I feel you

Each move you make

I feel you

Each breath you take


That woman needed so much more than just a fuck. She needed someone to hold on to. Just, of course, that she would never admit it. And he, with his infamous cry as a racer chaser, was obviously out of question. Even if he would tell her a billion times that he had changed, she wouldn't believe it. She wouldn't trust him in this. And without trust... there was no hope for him to be with her.

Funny, he thought, I never masturbated while thinking so much... he was close, so close; breathing fast, and he really had problems not to moan out loud.

Where angels sing

And spread their wings

My loves on high


By that time she had already folded down the table into the trailer's floor, simply by standing there and operating those neat switches while still circling her hips and torso. She was so close to him, and yet a billion light-years away.

She came even closer, eyes half closed, swaying to the rhythm, and bowed down, legs stretched, her ass still swinging, obviously looking in the shelves under the seats for something to put on. If the window had been open, he would have been able to touch her. Hell, if the window had been open, she would have probably felt his breath on her skin.

The faint, white lines he could see on the side of her hip now reminded him even more how close he was - he had to take a real good look to see them when he had even washed her. Those lines also reminded him, again, how wrong it was to stare at her, to use her like this. That was all it took; to have her so close but being unable to touch her.

A few more, firm strokes; he felt his dick twitching in hand, and found release, desperate, yet not quite successful, not to produce any noise.

You take me home

To glorys throne

By and by


He was leaning to the window, breathing hard, staring at the floor. Washing his hands, particularly one of them, would be great now. Wonderful, he thought, should I knock? 'Oh, Dana, I just masturbated while you danced, can I wash the cum off my hands?' - not really the best start to ask her for a date, right...?

This is the morning of our love

Its just the dawning of our love

This is the morning of our love

Its just the dawning of our love...


He picked up some sand from the ground, rubbing it through his hands until they were dry, slowly walking away from the trailer towards the camp. He so definitely needed a new shirt now... and a shower... perhaps he could get one in Brian's trailer.

His foot got stuck on something as he had almost passed the next trailer, and he stumbled. Looking back he saw Vince standing there in the shadow, his cane stretched out, staring at him.

He had no idea what to say; though he was highly grateful that this was Vince whose cane he stumbled over and who, obviously, had watched him for quite some time. Anyone else... he'd be fucked.

"How long have you been standing here?" Dom asked, looking around just to find out that from this place he could not only see her trailer, but also the back window with the light shining down to the ground out just perfectly.

"I think since your 'kingdom came'", Vince answered dryly, clearly referring to the song line.

"Quite some time, huh?"

"Long enough to see what you did. I thought you had changed." Said Vince.

"I did!" Dom protested.

"Did not. You're masturbating at Racewars? I mean, I'd somewhat understand if it had been in your car after a race, but..."

"You haven't seen her in there." Dom groaned. "Vince, that woman is sex on legs when she's dancing, I swear!"

"No, not in there; but I've spent the whole day yesterday with her. Dom, if you're just after a fuck... seek elsewhere, because this woman is too precious for something like that."

"I'm not just looking for a fuck with her. I know she's too good for that. This is the reason why I stayed outside the trailer, you know? Hell, I spent the last night in there without touching her!"

Vince stared at him, a long, probing stare. "Be careful what you're doing with her, Dom. Don't make her run."

"I won't. Want to find out what's wrong with her."

"Yes, me too. Perhaps we can pester her a bit this evening."

"You don't really think that I should ask her out?" Dom asked.

"Not really. I'll do; invite her to our barbecue And you... get washed; I don't care where, but not anywhere near one of our trailers. If Brian or Leon smell that on you, she'll know quicker than you could ever make the quarter mile and you know that. The public toilets and showers are at the other end of the camp, but the walk will do you good, I guess."

"Yeah, some fresh air has never been too wrong." Dom said and Vince slowly but surely approached the trailer's door.

"Not for me." Dom muttered all to himself when walking away. As he remembered where he had heard a much likely phrase before, he was stopping in his tracks, the meaning of the words sinking in.

"Mission failed." He thought, and vowed that further missions would only include the ones that he could play on his PSP...