Some Things Never Change

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Chapter 4

They dumped him onto a bed and Sam smiled, her eye’s alight with mischief.

“So you and Vince, huh?” She asked casually.

Mia shook her head and laughed.

“Sometimes I think I should give him a chance. Then he just does something to remind me what a big lunkhead he is.” Mia giggled again.

Mia sobered slightly and looked at Sam with those sad eyes again.

“Why did you leave Sam?” she asked.

“I did what I had to.” Sam answered; things were way too complicated to explain. And some things she didn’t want the Toretto family to know.

“When you left, he took it really badly.” Mia spoke softly and they both knew that she wasn’t talking about Vince anymore.

“Trust me Mia, staying would have only made it worse.” Sam answered trying to keep her voice steady.

Mia nodded and started to throw a few things into a bag.

“Can I still come and stay with you?” She asked.

Sam nodded and smiled at the young woman.

They headed outside and began the walk to the motel in silence, soon they were just making small talk and laughing about the inane things in there life.

They reached the motel and Sam opened the door with her key. She entered the room and collapsed on the bed.

“I’ve had way too much to drink; I’ll probably race like my mother tomorrow.” Sam laughed when Mia threw a pillow at her.

“You’ll be fine.” Mia countered.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m going to risk a shower, if I’m not out in twenty minutes come in and get me.” Sam chuckled as she stumbled into the bathroom.

Mia heard the shower and relaxed on the bed.

Sam stepped out of the shower and went back into the bedroom just as there was a knock on the door. Sam watched as Mia answered the door and then stepped back. The form of Dominic filled the doorframe.

“Well you too look like you’re caught up. I would ask if you kept in touch but that ain’t your style is it Sam?” Dom pointed out nastily.

Mia sighed and began collecting her things.

“Mia you don’t have to go.” Sam said desperately. Not wanting to be left alone with Dom and desperately wishing she was wearing more than a towel.

“I really should check on Vince.” Mia said meekly, she threw Sam an apologetic look and darted out of the door.

“You going to let her walk back on her own?” Sam knew it was lame but the water was rising fast and she was running out of ideas.

“Mia’s a big girl, she can look after herself.” Dom answered with a shrug.

He was staring at her. It didn’t help that she was in a towel and her mind was conjuring up every moment they had ever spent in bed.

“So Sam, why’d you split? Decide that you were done slumming it?” Dom knew that he was being nasty but he couldn’t help it. The old wound had been reopened. He wanted to know why she had left and he wanted to hurt her.

“Fuck off Dom.” Sam ground out.

“Oh so you still remember a few things I taught you.” He smirked.

Sam felt a bolt of desire surge through her and tried to suppress it. He had taught her a lot more than cursing.

“You want to do this? Then you can wait until I get dressed.” Sam spoke quickly and turned to head back into the bathroom.

Dom caught her arm and spun her back around to face him.

“But I like this towel, you uncomfortable Sam? Good.” He snapped. Dom traced a finger across the top of the towel, he ignored the feelings it stirred in him. He just wanted Sam as uncomfortable as possible.

“So you left. Just decided you wanted nothing more to do with us? You never tried to contact us again, great way to treat your friends, Sam.” He used the word us; he didn’t want this to be about their relationship.

Sam let the anger boil up inside of her. Anger at her body’s betrayal, anger that Dom could still affect her.

Sam backed away from Dom but he just kept following her, she stopped when her back hit the wall.

“You didn’t try to contact me either did you Dom.” She snapped back.

“I wasn’t really in a position to find you, now was I Sam? It was you who disappeared.” He shrugged easily. Dom was in a storm of confusion, he wanted to hurt her but for some reason his body had other ideas.

Sam closed her eyes and let the emotions swirl threw her. Dom was pressing her against the wall and as much as she wanted to hit him her body was aching to press herself into him.

“I fucking hate you.” She ground out between clenched teeth.

“Good, it’s mutual.” Dom snapped back. The he smashed his mouth to hers.

She knew it was coming. She attacked his mouth with equal fervour. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she fought back with her own. His hands slid to her thighs and he lifted her, Sam wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively. Dom immediately pushed her back against the wall and ground himself against her.

Sam groaned at the contact, the scratchy material of his pants was the only thing that separated them. Dom pulled away from the wall and carried her to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed with her straddling his lap. He pulled the towel down and tossed it to the floor. Sam tensed for a moment, being the only naked person in the room.

It lasted until she felt his hand between her legs, no subtlety, no finesse, he just plunged a finger inside of her. She tore her mouth from his and gasped. He used the moment to attack her neck, kissing licking and nipping at the sensitive skin there. Sam bucked against his hand wanting the release she could feel building.

Sam tugged frantically at his shirt, needing to feel some skin. He broke contact long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head; before he could resume what he was doing Sam pushed him back onto the bed and attacked his chest.

She traced his nipple with her tongue, tugging at it gently with her teeth. She smiled when Dom groaned, glad that she wasn’t the only one who was turning into a pile of mush.

She made her way down to his pants and unbuttoned them by tugging on them. She pulled them down and Dom lifted his hips to help her out. She tugged his shoes off and pulled the pants, boxers and socks off all together.

She stood and stared at him for a moment, he lay back on the bed, propped up on his elbows totally comfortable.

Good sense had left the building, Sam was running on desire. She crawled back up the length of his body and let out a small yelp when he flipped them. Dom was cradled between her legs, his body positioned at her entrance.

They stared at each other for a second, neither of them saying anything. Then Dom broke the stare and entered her in one thrust. Sam’s back arched as he filled her and it tore a moan from her throat.

Dom stilled once he was inside her and Sam could tell he was trying to retain control. His mouth captured hers and she ran her hands over the soft skin of his back. Then he began to move, slow, leisurely strokes at first. It didn’t last long, soon they were bucking frantically against each other, Sam clawed at his back as Dom grabbed her hip and thrust deeper into her.

Sam felt the tension leave her as she shattered; she dug her nails into Dom’s shoulders as the orgasm rushed through her.

“Oh fuck, Dom.” Was all she muttered as Dom pounded into her and followed her into the abyss.

They slumped boneless, to the bed and Dom rolled off her. They both lay on their backs, panting and staring at the ceiling.