Not for you (FIN)

No reply.

I looked over my shoulder and he just stood there, mouth wide open and stared at me. Good, at least he hadn't run screaming. I continued distributing the foam on my skin; still no reply.

"What?" I said impatient, shouting at the same volume as he did before, staring to the front at the wall of my shower.

"Wash the foam off and get out of the shower." He whispered.

"Hah??? You make up your mind? First you want me to shower, then you want me to..."

"Shut up, I'll do it myself. You'll take ages." He said, came into the small bathroom, grabbed the shower and started to rinse the foam from my body, using a surprisingly soft hand to get the foam off my back. "Turn around." He said, his voice low and harsh.

"I don't think this is such a good..."

"I don't think this little freak out there was such a good idea, either. Turn around, or I'll make you!"

I breathed in, breathed out. Then, hands by my sides, I turned.

He looked at me, from face to feet and back again. Whatever he wanted to say, it was visibly gulped down. Well, at least he still didn't run screaming, I thought; though I heard a small voice at the back of my head which told me that I should wish he had run.

A minute later I thought this was ridiculous because he was still staring at me while I was getting cold.

"Give me that!" I said, grabbing the shower from his hand and washed the foam off, my eyes never leaving his. When I was finished, I grabbed the towel from the shower's door and dried myself. "Seen enough or can I wrap myself into..."

"The fuck you can."

He grabbed my arm, pulling me back after him out of the small bathroom. Then he pushed me backwards to the bed, throwing me on it.

"Dom... we both had too much... I don't think this is such a good idea."

"You already said that. Never mind, I'll make you." He whispered, practically crawling over me, his arms and legs on the bed at my sides. I pushed myself higher on the bed, trying to evade him, until I reached the headboard.

"Dom..." I said, pleading.

He lowered himself a bit, his body now less than an inch from mine in most places, but not touching me anywhere. I could feel his radiating body heat, could smell his skin. The whole situation was intoxicating. In fact I couldn't think of anything more stimulating.

"You want me?" He whispered.

"Oh shit! I'd lie if I'd say there's anything in the world that I would want more right now. But in the morning this feeling will be gone and I'll have lost a friend. I know the difference between a one night stand and a relationship, but I think we're both too good for the first and the second wouldn't work. Don't want to be part of your collection, don't want to be hurt or broken. I don't want to be sorry in the morning."

He looked at me with a very serious face. "Me neither. But if I ask you to believe two things, would you do that for me?"

I eyed him suspiciously. What did he have to say now? "I'll try, but don't expect too much."

He took a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt you or even break you."

"Okay...." I whispered.

"And the second thing is: I sure as hell won't stop right now."

His eyes never leaving mine, his face came closer until finally, his lips met mine. It was just a light touching, a brushing, but I tore my eyes as wide open as if he had just pressed a red hot iron to my lips.

"Please..." he whispered. "Stop looking at me like that. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to be with you. I can't promise you eternity... just this moment... for the moment. Let's just see how it works. We'll never find out if we don't give it a try, right?"

I carefully nodded.

"Shit, I wanted this from the first time you looked over your shoulder to me." He said.

"Uh, when? I've often looked at..."

"After you raced Brian."

"Yeah sure." I snorted and looked to the side. A finger was pointed at my cheek and kept 'chasing' it without touching until I looked at him again.

"Swear that I didn't want anyone else ever since." Lips brushing over mine again.

"Suuure..."

"Well, believe it or not but I'm not the womanizer you think me to be. Well, at least I'm no more."

"And why the hell did it have to be me?"

"Because you are different."

"Yes, much different." I laughed. "I'm difficult. I freak out from time to time. And I scream... sometimes."

"I already know that. Scream for me tonight?" He whispered, and by the look in his eyes I could tell that he meant it.

I raised my head. "Make me." I whispered into his ear, and all of a sudden, his body weight was on me, his hands roaming down my sides, his lips on mine, tongues twisting and dancing around each other.

He felt so damn good. I had always expected his body to feel somewhat hard, but he was soft; the muscles of his back working beneath my hands. How utterly fascinating. I thought that I would come by just feeling those muscles under my hands.

His mouth left mine, he was careful not to touch my face with it when he turned his to lick my ear and nibble at my earlobe.

"Shit, Dom!" I groaned. "You feel so good..."

He chuckled into my ear, a deep sound that gave me goosebumps. "Better than your little freak?"

"Billion times better."

"Say my name again?"

"Dom..." I whispered into his ear.

"That's what the chasers called me. For you... here... it's Dominic."

Sorry, didn't know you were into long words all of a sudden, Dominic." I laughed.

He bit my earlobe, hard, and I let out a small cry, wrapping my legs around him.

"How do you want it?" The deep whisper right into my ear, followed by small bites to my neck, made me shudder.

"Right now? Oh, I think you could just lie on me, if you would continue to work those muscles on your back, I would come." I snorted.

Again, that deep chuckle near my ear. "Tell me."

"Just... like... a good car." I grinned.

He grinned into my neck, biting me. "Hard and fast?" My ear was licked.

"Ah, you speak my language! Yes, hard and fast would be great right now. I'm not really patient tonight."

"Good, me neither."

"I can feel that... sort of." I chuckled, shifting my leg along the bulge I felt there, earning a deep sigh into my ear.

"Do you have... Mine are in my fucking car."

"I do." I said, pulling impatiently at one of the drawers over the headboard, showing him a tiny package which he eyed suspiciously.

"Why the hell do you have a drawer full of condoms in this trailer?"

"Ah, you should know that one has to be prepared for any kind of ...accident." I giggled.

One of his hands was removed from my sides, and he pulled down his shorts, laying back down on me.

"We can still go for a slower round afterwards..." he whispered.

"You haven't even finished the first round, and are already up for a second? You got balls." I laughed.

"Sure as hell I do. Touch them." He said, rolling both of us around so that we lay on our sides, one of my legs caught beneath him.

I closed my eyes, letting my hand slide from his back over his chest, his abdomen, right down to where he wanted me to.

Fuck, that man was big. I breathed out slowly, taking the length into my hand, running my index finger over the bottom of the shaft, caressing the already mentioned balls which, actually, brought my hand into this place.

"Harder." He moaned, then grinned; I could feel it at the skin of my neck. "Use both hands."

I froze, stared at him and pouted. "I didn't know you had such good ears, Toretto." I said, biting his neck, squeezing his balls.

"Too hot not to look at, too loud not to hear. Not my fault if you stop your car so close to the trailer." He whispered with something that, for the first time in my life, I would really call a bedroom voice.

I smiled, closed my eyes again and used both hands, running one up and down the length playfully, the other still massaging the sac. His one hand was playing with my hair at the back of my head, the other was exploring my breasts, carefully, as if not to break something.

"Harder..." he begged.

I brought my mouth to his ear. "Want it harder, Dominic?"

"Yessss..."

"Then give me harder! You get what you give. I won't break."

His one hand squeezed my breast, the fingers catching the nipple, pinching it hard. My cry was lost in his mouth. "Hard enough?" He whispered.

"More of that, please." I said, firmly squeezing his length, stroking up and down.

"Likewise."

For quite some time we practically just wrestled, testing each other's limits. Then he turned both of us around again, making me sit on him, roaming both hands over my body.

I leaned back and enjoyed, stroking his chest.

Dom sat up, bringing his lips to my breasts, teasing me by carefully avoiding to touch my sensitive nipples, his hand circling in slow, lazy movements over my back. I counted down from five... zero.

"I swear," I whispered into his ear, "if you keep avoiding my nipples, I'm going to bite your ear off."

He grinned into my breast. "Need it so badly?"

"I do..."

"Tell me." His tongue started circling, in a way bigger distance than I longed for while his hands had taken a firm hold of my ass, coming close, but not close enough to where I wanted them to be.

"I need-" I started.

"You can do this better," he said, "what do you need?"

"I want-"

"Still hearing you, but don't hear what I want." His tongue was moved to my shoulder.

"I-need- I need you to take me. Touch me, squeeze me, pinch me, bite me, fuck me senseless; I don't mind. I need you, right now; and don't you dare delaying this any further!" I almost shouted, biting into his neck to make my point.

"Ow! See, you can do it!" I felt his teeth sinking into my nipple, his mouth sucking hard. His hand found its way into the by now well moisturized area between my legs, at least one finger penetrating me, another rubbing my clit.

I screamed his name.

"Ah, that's how I like it." He said, letting my nipple go.

"Don't you take that as an excuse not to continue - OH!"

At least one more finger slid into me, pushing, pulling and corkscrewing into my body.

"Dominic, I don't think I can take this very long..." I moaned.

"Come for me, Dana." He said with that deep bedroom voice, his tongue working on my ear, his teeth biting me; one hand on my nipple, the fingers of the other working inside of me.

Too much! I felt the tingling spreading inside my body, coming from right between my legs.

Domin - I'm - Gods..."

I felt the orgasm washing over me; it wasn't exactly mind blowing, but just what I needed right now.

He stopped for a moment. "You OK?"

"Yes, thank you, that was just what I needed." I said, leaning to his shoulder.

"No, it wasn't." He said, taking the package, tearing it up. "You just don't know it yet... Top or bottom?"

It took me a split second to know what he meant while he was rolling the condom over his length. "Bottom, for a start. Let me see what you got." I said, lying down beside him.

He leaned over to me, carefully touching my breast.

"You're beautiful." He said, looking into my eyes.

"I'm not."

"Shut up." He closed my lips with his mouth, his tongue seeking entrance - which I more than willingly allowed, closing my eyes.

I felt his weight shifting on me, his hands holding my shoulders, his legs pushing away my legs to the sides. Something was pushing me down there, and I exactly knew what it was; but he didn't enter. He even stopped kissing me.

"Open your eyes. Look at me."

I did. It was strange, his face had an expression I had never seen before. So soft, full of... tenderness. "Dominic..." I whispered, touching his cheek.

"You want this?" He whispered back, still looking at me.

"Still do." I said, smiling.

His long, hard length started pushing inside of me. I wanted to close my eyes. "Look at me!" He said, and again, I did. He continued pushing.

At some point of time, though, I wondered how much more he wanted to shove into me. I breathed out - was that some sort of effort of my body to make some room down there? I snorted at that thought.

"What you're snorting about?" Dom said, voice strained.

"I just breathed out to make more room for you down there. Honestly, I don't think you'll fit... shit!"

He started moving, back and forth, pushing deeper with each move. His breathing became faster.

"That - better?" He said between two breaths.

"Much." I managed.

It took quite some strokes, but finally, I felt his hips getting in contact with mine when he moved. I felt... filled.

He paused, buried deep inside of me, breathing into my face, looking at me. My hands on his back found his skin covered with small amounts of sweat. "You okay?" He said, barely managing to get the two words into one breath."

"Shut-up and-fuck-me." I said, trying to catch my breath.

His lips found mine and I sucked his tongue in. He started moving again, slowly, long, teasing strokes into my body. I sucked his tongue harder, he moaned into my mouth. The strokes became faster; I bucked my hips up to meet him, wrapped my legs around his.

Then he moved his body a bit further down, folding his legs beneath my ass to kneel and sat up, just fucking me with small movements of his hips. The change of angle did unbelievable things - I saw stars.

"Shit, what the hell are you doing to..."

One of his hands found my nipple, pinching it; the other rubbed my clit.

I had no idea what to hold on to, so I grabbed the sheet left and right to me."

"Dominic..." I cried.

"Yes, baby. Come for me." He groaned, accompanied by low, growling sounds that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. "Come on, baby, I can't do this much... Dana!" He screamed, and I felt his dick grow even wider inside of me for a moment. That was all it took, my own orgasm took hold of me just the split of a second later when he was still moving.

I don't know how loud I exactly screamed his name, but I thought that the whole race camp heard it.

He looked at me, practically sitting between my legs, trying to catch his breath, laughing about the fact that he didn't manage - and I did just the same.

He finally laid down on me, propping his arms left and right to my shoulders. To my own surprise I found they were quivering.

"You're shaking." I whispered.

"..." He tried to say something, but didn't manage.

I touched his temple, tracing his sweat covered cheek with my thumb. "Fuck, and I slept beside you for over a week missing all that fun?" I laughed.

"Likewise." His breathing was still not normal. "Fuck, I need something to drink. And I need to get rid of something..." He kissed me, then pulled down towards the end of the bed, slipping out of me in the process - and went into the bathroom.

I just stared at the window above me and couldn't believe it. I had just slept with Dom Toretto.

Even if I had always thought that I would feel guilty after something like this - I didn't, not at all; at least not at that very moment. My sweat covered body was tingling with energy, my face was glowing. Ouch, I discovered when I touched them - my nipples were a bit sore.

And I was tired, fucking tired - not just literally.

I don't remember Dom getting back into the bed because at that point of time, I was already sound asleep.